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jilixthinker · 10 months

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PART 1 PART 2

pairing: felix × jisung

genre: angst, supernatural, smut

summary: "purity. those who possess it can have the access. it's like a key. only the pure souls who die in your world can enter in mine. the only requirement is a body. flesh in exchange for the eternal sun".

word count: 5.5 K (in part 1)

content warning: depression, death, mentions of suicide, pain and sufference, parallel universes, smut, jisung and felix are so in love it hurts, eventual happy ending

a/c: i wrote this a few years ago and never finished it, but i cared so much about the idea itself that i forced myself back to finally put an end to it. i still don't know how many chapters i will divide this into, but i guess it will be 3/4 maximum. please, enjoy it at least half as much as i did ♡

I have never been a diamond. For as long as I can remember, I have always sided with the useless. Many have tried to make me face who I am, and still, the only thing I could see were black eyes and no intention to exist. Even after years, when I look in the mirror, my image continues to show me something I do not recognize as myself. I never wanted to shine, I was always at the bottom of a hole. Never a diamond, just a lightless opal. Strings pulling a puppet without someone to maneuver it. A reflection.

Jisung wakes up the way incongruents do. He opens his eyes, blinks twice, maybe three times. As the light overbearingly invades the room, he curses and swears at everything around him. If he knew more than one language he would probably curse in that one too. He throws his legs off the bed and slowly stretches them. He arches his back like a cat and feels his vertebrae snap as if they were moving away from each other.

The first foot on the icy floor is traumatic, as always, and the second is certainly no better. With shuffling steps he makes his way to the window, the cause and fault of all that light, and behind the wide-open sashes he finds a busy Seoul, more alive than ever. Jisung snorts contritely and pulls the small rope that holds the blinds up. Only when the room stagnates in a lazy half-light, he lets out a sigh of relief. He takes two steps toward the mattress and for a few seconds he thinks about throwing himself back on it, fuck all commitments, classes, university, and fuck his phone that just decided to ring.

Groping around, with his eyes still half-closed, he slips an arm under his pillow and looks for the cause of all that noise. He brushes against the cover of his cell phone, which slides a few inches forward, slipping from his fingers. Oh, that's perfect. Thank you. When he finally manages to grab it, he unlocks the call without even looking at the screen.

"No".

From the other line he ears a grunt and a cough, then an overly deep voice.

"No, what?"

Jisung rolls his eyes and sits on his bed, crossing his ankles and shaking his head.

"Minho?"

"No, your majesty the queen. I won't take a no as an answer from anyone, especially not from you".

More noises in the background. Jisung thinks he hears a slap, another grunt, and the squelching sound of a kiss.

"Jisung? Sorry, that animal took my phone from my hands while you were answering me".

Another voice, much more graceful and alert than the previous one, rings inside his ear. Jisung barely pulls the device away while looking up.

"Do we want to continue with all this whining or are you going to tell me why you called me? I'm quite busy".

"Busy? Are you jacking off? Anyway, I heard you answering no. And you know I don't accept a no as an answer from anyone, especially from..."

Jisung stands up from his bed and stumbles over a slipper. Not that balance has ever been his best quality.

"Did you and your boyfriend decided to talk the same way to irritate me endlessly? Because you always do it without even trying, just for you to know".

The voice squeaks in a distinctly offended tone, and Jisung can imagine his interlocutor's lips curving into a grimace.

"Han Jisung, if you don't get your ass out your house and get ready in twenty minutes, I swear to God I will set fire to your life and everything I can find in it. You cannot miss another class. That is mandatory".

The sound of the closed signal wakes Jisung up from the morning fog. He runs a hand over his sweaty face and, with the phone still wedged between his shoulder and head, he whispers.

"Good morning to you, Chan".

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After twenty minutes and many other curses, Jisung is standing outside of his elegant building. His lace-up shoes, combed hair, and an off-white shirt shine as if lit by stage spotlights. He glances at the expensive watch he wears on his wrist and he thinks that, if impressions were always right, then he would be a spoiled daddy's boy with a beautiful girlfriend and a perfect life. Instead, he reflects bitterly as Chan's car pulls up in front of him, he is a daddy's boy who hates his privileged status, with no one beside him and a nuclear explosion always about to burst his brain. But there is no need to worry. Impressions are everything.

"You have awful dark circles".

Jisung slips into the back seat of Chan's expensive car. He tosses his shoulder strap and smiles sarcastically at Minho.

"I wouldn't worry about other people's dark circles with an ugly face like yours".

Minho bursts out laughing, slowly driving back into the lane. Jisung leans toward the seat in front of his, hugging the backrest.

"Someday you will explain to me why you always let him drive your car".

Chan turns to look at him and pinches his nose. He does this on purpose to make him nervous because he knows how much Jisung despites physical contact.

"Because I can recognize my limits, unlike you. And don't try to deflect the topic. You missed a week of classes, the professors were starting to get impatient, and I couldn't take notes for the three of us. Can you explain what the fuck were you doing?"

Jisung shakes off his best friend with a vacant stare.

"The three of us?" He asks, sidestepping the question.

"You know that this animal", Chan reaches out to point at Minho "does everything but paying attention. However, an answer would be more than welcome".

Jisung huffs and crosses his legs against the seat in front of him. He does not want to answer. He has no reason to justify his absence from classes. He did absolutely nothing during that week. He procrastinated everything that could be done, ate very little and showered even less. He spent all his time lying on his huge bed in his huge house, alone, looking at the ceiling and thinking about how his life was going in a completely unfamiliar and negative direction. Starting with the university that had been chosen by someone else, his house that had been delivered to him already furnished, and all the relationships that he had that now seemed false, distant, and unattainable. Jisung felt like his essence was been split against his will and another person was living his life. His real self was behind a mirror, imprisoned and motionless, watching him silently, without uttering a word.

He closes his eyes and presses his fingers to the junction of his nose.

"I had a fever, I couldn't get up".

Chan sighs. He doesn't believe him for a moment, but insisting with Jisung is like yelling to a mountain to get up and walk.

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Minho pulls over near the curb to let Jisung and Chan off. He said that he will not join them. He has an interview with a colleague of his parents who may decide to take him as an intern. Chan places a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. A kiss that, according to Jisung, lasts a little too long considering they are not alone, and then he runs into the cafeteria next to the university to get them two iced americanos. Jisung picks up his briefcase and smooths out the creases on his blue cigarette pants.

"You are not well".

Minho is looking at him as people may look at an underfed dog on the side of the road.

"Why do I feel like this is not a question?"

Jisung gets out of the car and closes the door, then walks over to stand next by the other boy and he scrutinizes him for a few seconds. Minho works as a model, it's inevitable for him to be attractive. He has muscular legs, fair skin, and big eyes. But Jisung knows that's not the reason he was hired. The truth is that Minho knows exactly what he wants, from everything. From his job, from his relationship, from life. He has a very strong determination that is impossible not to notice in his gaze.

Jisung instead, and he turns around to look at his image in the rearview mirror, has the gaze of someone who does not even want to be noticed.

"It wasn't. It was an observation".

"I don't need any help".

"I know. You and I are the same".

Jisung bursts out laughing, his laugh drained of any sort of amusement.

"You and I have nothing in common, for your luck".

Minho smiles at him accommodatingly as he places one hand on the steering wheel and one on the gear. Jisung steps out of the car and onto the sidewalk.

He looks at his reflection on Chan’s shiny red car. He can barely recognize the lips he was so proud of, even if it’s ridiculous to think about it now that it seems like centuries have passed. They are a lurid, wispy copy of what they used to be. He has absolutely no recollection of how long it has been since he last kissed someone with that mouth. There is not a single time he can look at himself without a sense of nausea pervading him from head to toe and forcing him to look away immediately. Despite his best efforts, however, his image haunts him wherever he goes and whatever he does.

A rather violent push wakes him up from his thoughts. Minho is still in front of him, huffing because the light is still red and preventing him from moving forward. Jisung turns his head to see where the push came from. He catches a glimpse of the back of a boy who is quickly walking away.

"Hey!"

He yells at him loudly enough so that the latter can hear him above the infernal noise of the traffic, but the boy keeps walking fast, almost quickening his pace.

Jisung moves forward and decides that no, he absolutely does not want to be ignored like that by someone who has just run into him.

"Hey!", he repeats, and starts running until he finds himself behind him. A few meters behind, the green light finally lets Minho turn on the engine.

"I'm not saying you have apologize, but at least you could turn around".

Jisung grabs the arm of the rude stranger who quickly walks into the crosswalk, dragging Jisung with him. He doesn’t even give him a glance and doesn’t turn around.

Jisung opens his mouth and now he is sure that he will not continue to be so kind if this guy is going to avoid him. He absentmindedly hears Chan's footsteps coming out of the cafeteria and he's about to tell him to wait for him just a moment, just long enough for him to clear a few things up with the stranger who has, he's pretty sure, hit him on purpose.

Instead, his ears catch only the sound of the two coffee cups slipping down from his friend's hands and a shrill quiver. He just has the time to turn his head and see Chan with his mouth wide open and his eyes terrified, standing motionless on the sidewalk, with one hand extended in his direction.

"What..."

But he does not have the time to finish the sentence because he feels a tug from the stranger he is still grabbing by the elbow, and then a dull pain.

The last thing he senses is an immense red stain in front of him, smell of burning tires irritating his nostrils and a loud ringing noise in his ears. Then nothing.

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beep beep beep

-Jisung-.

Jisung hears a familiar voice calling him. Jisung? Was that the right name? His ears do not react. Another low sounding voice echoes around him.

"Jisung. Come back. We won't let you go".

Something touches his face, very lightly. A deep breath. Jisung tries to figure out in what position his body is placed. He feels forced into something even though he is almost certain he is lying down. He seems to be missing a piece, a part of himself. There is a strong foreign smell of disinfectant alcohol. He tries to open his eyes but cannot find the right muscles to do so.

"Please".

The first voice, the softer, more familiar one, continues to speak to him. He feels a hand caressing his face and eyelids. Once he feels that pressure, he finally identifies where his eyes are and manages to blink once.

"He is waking up".

It takes him a few moments to bring the scene into focus. There is too much white and the light is glaring. He sees, first blurred and then increasingly sharp, three faces leaning over him. Two of them he recognizes, one of them he does not know to whom he belongs. He closes and reopens his eyelids several times until he completely focuses on his surroundings.

"Where..."

He tries to speak but his voice is unfamiliar, as if he had just finished working in the mine. He coughs and regrets it bitterly a second later. Every breath causes him a painful twinge in his chest.

"You are at the hospital".

Chan speaks to him with shining eyes. Jisung turns his head and sees several tubes attached to his arm.

"What?"

Minho curls an arm around Chan's waist and pulls him close. The doctor, the man whose face he did not recognize, checks the IVs and the monitor beside his bed.

"Talk and move as little as possible. The more you try to rest the faster we can discharge you".

He gives him a smile, then looks apprehensively at the two boys next to him and leaves the room.

"What", repeats Jisung panting. His breathing quickens as he realizes where he is.

"You had an accident". Minho squeezes Chan tightly as he speaks. "You crossed the street all of a sudden, I was too close. I tried to hit the brakes but you were..."

He pauses for a moment, closing his eyes. He tightens his lips as he tries not to fidget like his boyfriend.

"Jisung", continues Chan. "I came out of the cafeteria and I saw you crossing the street with someone. The light was green, Minho was a meter away from you, he couldn't stop on time. He literally drove all over you. You were in a coma for a week. I, we thought ..."

His words are interrupted as he begins to cry his body shaking violently.

One week. One week of coma. Jisung's eyes are wide open and he feels his heart stop.

"We thought you wouldn't make it".

Minho's voice is terribly serious. It is obvious that he feels responsible for what has happened.

"What do I have now?".

The voice seems not to belong to him, as if it came from miles away and he heard only its distant echo.

"You have nothing, that's what no one can understand. You should have your pelvis broken, together with all your ribs, arms and legs. You should have a head injury. You should be dead, really. They did all the checks on you as soon as you got here. Nothing came up. In fact, you weren't even really in a coma. It was like you were asleep. No one has given a plausible explanation, Jisung. It seems like a miracle".

At those words, Chan detangles himself from his boyfriend's protective embrace and collapses on Jisung, crying on his neck and caressing his shoulders and all the parts he can reach.

"I will never be able to forget the noise the car made when it crashed into you. Never".

Minho lowers his head and begins to tremble as well before slumping down in the chair beside the bed. Jisung just lifts his arm to let it rest on Chan's head and stroke his hair. The movement costs him immense effort.

"It's not your fault, Minho".

Minho sinks his hands into his hair and a few tears line his cheeks.

"Yes it is. I should have gone slower, I should have tried to stop earlier, I should have..."

Jisung raises a finger to silence him and shakes his head very slowly. No, he mimes with his lips, it's not your fault. Chan seems to recover and looks up at him.

"I don't think I've ever been so afraid in my life". he whispers and caresses Jisung’s sweat-soaked forehead.

Jisung closes his eyes. He feels his head bursting as if he had a crowd of people inside of it, jumping and banging their feet on his brain.

A week asleep in something which is not even a coma. Nothing broken, no repercussions. Like it never happened. It seems so unreal to him that he thinks he's going to wake up in his room, with the alarm beeping annoyingly and no will to go to class.

Then, in a second, a thought hits him on the spot and he stiffens.

"There was another person. There was another person with me".

It’s little more than a hiss, but Chan and Minho hear him. The two boys look at each other, and Jisung clearly sees something snap. He can almost hear the sound of it when Chan takes his right wrist in his hands, gently.

"The other person died".

Jisung does not sleep that night and neither does the following.

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Jisung is discharged three days later.

His parents called him from the US. The line was bad and he couldn't say much. Not that he had much to tell, he couldn't remember anything, and he wouldn't have wanted to hear their voices anyway. Their son could have died in a car accident, and they didn't even care enough to take a plane to visit him. But he expected it after all. In fact, he is not even that disappointed when he finds out that Chan and Minho were the only ones staying with him during the days he was unconscious.

Jisung decides not to ask the other boy's name. He simply cannot. And even though he does not believe in the existence of God, he thanks him. He thanks him all the way home, with Chan and Minho attached to him, afraid to let him move. He thanks him for seconds, minutes, hours. He thanks him, but not for being alive. He thanks him because he didn’t see his face. If he had, if the boy had turned around when he grabbed his arm, his face would have been sculpted in his mind like a firebrand.

But he didn’t see it, and that allows him a sort of detachment, some dignity. It spares him some pain. That’s why he is grateful to a God in whom he doesn’t even believe. Maybe Jisung will be able to move on without the remorse hunting him, reminding him that if he hadn’t chased him, if he hadn’t screamed and touched him, the boy could still be alive. alive. alive. alive.

"Jisung".

Jisung looks away from the buildings flowing behind the cab window. Chan smiles at him. Minho, two days earlier, confessed that he destroyed the car. He would never be able to get into it again after the accident.

"I'm fine". he answers to the unspoken question.

In fact, it's not even a lie. He is fine, he feels no pain whatsoever and he is able to move perfectly as nothing ever happened. But then he remembers the nape of that neck, the slim waist, the thin arm he grabbed, and he realizes that no, he is not fine at all.

They get outside of his building a few minutes later. Jisung stares at it, standing imposingly in one of the most luxurious parts of the city, and inside he knows he doesn't deserve any of that.

"I'll walk you upstairs".

Chan takes his hand and tries to open the door, but Jisung pulls him back and forces him to sit back in his seat.

"No need. I can go. You guys go and rest".

"Jisung, I will not leave you".

Chan crosses his arms over his chest and looks at him seriously, with a worried frown in his voice.

Jisung knows he just wants to protect him, but Chan doesn't understand how much he needs to stay alone with himself and his thoughts.

"But I need to be alone".

Minho nods understandingly and holds his boyfriend against his chest.

"Call us if you need anything. You know we are here".

Jisung forces a smile. Minho looks at him and he knows it's not spontaneous, but he appreciates that he tried despite everything.

"I know. Thank you".

He gets out of the cab with his small bag containing his clothing, medications and tranquilizers, plus a prescription for a psychologist session that he is certain he will not use. The vehicle behind him disappears into the traffic.

Jisung looks around and everything seems so strange, unnatural, and different, almost frightening to him. With a sigh he crosses the threshold of the building and walks down the hall feeling everyone's gaze on him.

Before anyone can speak to him, however, he steps into the elevator and leans his back against the polished wall. He looks up and tries hard not to think about when, an instant before the crash, he pulled the boy against his chest.

When he enters in his apartment, it almost seems that time did not pass. Everything is still as it was the day of the accident. When Minho came to get his clothes he evidently did not touch anything else, and Jisung mentally thanks him for that. Jisung faces the bed, which is still unmade, and throws himself on it carelessly. The mattress bounces under his weight.

The window is closed, but Seoul's afternoon light filters inside from the large living room balcony. Jisung curls up and closes his eyes trying to silence the voices in his head, and he thinks that somewhere in the universe someone must really hate him.

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He wakes up that it is barely dawn. A dim ray, too weak to really disturb him, hits his sleep-wrinkled face and softens his forehead. He has been tossing and turning in bed all night. Not that he thought he was going to sleep, but he hoped that his head would give him at least a few hours of rest before starting to replay in slow motion the full dynamics of the crash. He listlessly gets up and shuffles into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator in search of something to eat.

He picks up a jar of yogurt, but when he looks at the expiration date he tosses it into the dumpster. A black banana falls into his hand. Jisung shudders because he only eats unripe fruit, and he throws that too. Eventually he finds a box of rice cereals buried on the top floor of the pantry. He begins to eat it leaning against the peninsula of the table while chewing slowly and looking out from the balcony. The city has woken up before him, as far as he can hear from the sound of the engines and horns coming from outside. Living on the top floor of a building in Gangnam is irrelevant if you can't have some peace, he thinks.

When his stomach seems to have calmed down, he decides to take a shower. Maybe that will wash away the horrible feeling of heaviness, together with the hospital smell he has been carrying around for days.

He is about to take off his shirt and pants when he hears his phone ringing insistently.

"How are you?"

Jisung lowers his pants and boxers in one swoop while he puts his phone in an impossible position on the crook of his neck.

"As I should".

"And that is?".

"Like shit, Chan".

He hears a soft snort from the other line. He can imagine his friend pacing up and down in his apartment, trying not to wake up Minho.

"Do you want me to come over? You won’t have anything to eat. I'll bring you lunch later".

Jisung takes off his shirt too and stands naked in the half-light, crossing his legs and closing his eyes.

"Thanks but it's not..."

Chan interrupts him, the angry tone clashing with his pain.

"Han Jisung, don't tell me it's not necessary or I swear I'll kick your ass. I'll just bring you lunch. And don't you dare not to open the door. I spent the night thinking about you, all alone in that huge thing you call home, so I expect you to eat whatever I’ll get you. Did I make myself clear?"

Jisung remains silent a few seconds, waiting for his friend to finish his rant.

"You have made yourself clear. But now get a couple of hours of sleep. When I said I feel like crap I didn't mean I'm going to jump out of a window. Okay?"

"Not at all. See you later".

As usual, the sound of the line makes Jisung wake up completely.

"See you later". he murmurs to himself.

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The water is warm and reddens his skin. Jisung stands still and looks at the ceiling. For a moment he forgets what did happen up to that moment. For a second he is just Han Jisung, he is twenty-three years old, a law student who has two very good friends, a beautiful house and no problems. A normal guy. Everything looks so right inside that steamy cabin where everything exists in its proper place, perfectly set in every corner of his head.

However, when he slides the transparent door open, everything reverts to its disordered state and evaporates along with the drops of boiling water. Jisung absentmindedly observes the skin of his stomach. There are no marks left to testify the accident, and the IV holes are disappearing from his arms. Perhaps time will heal his thoughts as well.

He takes a towel from the closet next to the shower and he vigorously rubs his hair and face. He has no idea about the conditions of his face, to tell the truth. He has not looked at himself for more than a week.

He places the spongy fabric on a shelf and he approaches the mirror. He crinkles his eyes and thousands of black dots appear in front of him, blurring his vision. He staggeringly leans against the sink and waits until he can see everything clearly again. The lights above the mirror are too bright, and Jisung quickly thinks he needs to replace them.

"I must look terrible". he murmurs to himself, laughing dryly.

"You do not".

A voice clearly resonates inside the room.

Jisung turns icy, motionless. A meaningless echo rumbles with the quick realization that someone is there.

Someone broke into.

Into his house. Into his bathroom.

Jisung breath quickens. He keeps his gaze on the sink, trying to figure out where that voice might be coming from.

No one has the keys to his apartment, he thinks disconnectedly. Only Chan knows where he hides them. But a break-in seems unreasonable to him. His apartment is on the 25th floor of a building which is under constant surveillance.

Then who, how, why

"Who are you?"

His voice gushes out rather controlled compared to the nuclear bomb that has just exploded inside his chest. Jisung barely straightens his back and, from the corner of his eyes, he looks behind him, searching for a shadow that would give him a hint of where the stranger is hiding.

"Look up".

The stranger's voice is calm, gentle. A simple observation.

Jisung straightens up a bit. The voice is not coming from behind, he is sure.

"Who are you?" he repeats.

This time his mask of fake strength cracks blatantly. He takes a fleeting glance at his hands and he is not surprised to find them shaking.

"Why don't you see it by yourself?"

Jisung's brain makes a space-time jump. He is no longer inside his bathroom, but in his parents' house. In the living room, to be exact. He is sixteen years old, with fairly long and neglected hair, and an uncertain smile on his face. His brother is sitting in front of him. He is talking to him.

"When you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation", he tells him, "and you can't make the right decision, you have to consider everything you see as a dream inside your imagination. A dream you are living as the protagonist. You think you don't know what is going to happen, but the only one who decides the fate of the ending is you. Even if you don't know it. Even if the events make no sense. You are the only master of your dream and the only director of your life. So, take a breath, open your eyes and observe. Don't get carried away by your emotions. Watch everything as if it doesn’t affect you personally. Because, at the end, it’s just a scene in the movie you are filming. Twists and turns are inevitable, but if you pay attention you will see that there are small discrepancies between the reels that you change. You just have to watch and breathe. Just that, Jisung. Watch and breathe".

Watch and breathe.

Jisung hears those words blowing in his ears. He lifts his head and, somewhere far away, he hears the ticking of water drops falling on the floor.

In front of him there is still the same mirror framing in perspective the bathroom where he is standing. Watching and breathing.

Jisung watches and breathes.

He watches the reflection of a fair body in front of him, a body with a small chest and narrow shoulders, eyes large and expressive, hair blonde, long and neat.

He breathes what must be liquid oxygen, because he feels it flowing differently inside his lungs, it cannot be just air.

He watches a pair of red lips, a small nose, and milky skin adorned with freckles. A face that almost seems to glow under the light of the bulb. He breathes sweat, and he feels as if it rests on his body in a veil, enveloping him completely.

He watches a shy smile, not bold or opinionated. A smile which is just overwhelmingly sweet.

He watches a face of a stranger he has never seen. And he breathes, breathes blood bubbling unsteadily under his enlarged veins.

The reflection in the mirror is not Jisung. The reflection in the mirror is everything Jisung is not. Because Jisung has a tan body, a broad chest and broad shoulders. Jisung has sharp, dull eyes, wet hair, and pale, wispy lips. His nose is bigger and his skin is dull despite of being damp from the shower. Jisung does not smile under the light bulb. Jisung has something that prevents him from pulling his facial muscles and curling his mouth. Jisung is naked in front of the mirror, yet he is wearing a mask. Jisung doesn’t shine, above all. He doesn’t shine.

The boy behind the mirror watches him and breathes. He watches him and breathes in a way that is the same of Jisung, but so much different that it almost hurts. So he reaches out his hand and rests it on the surface of the glass, as to reassure him.

And that’s when he speaks again, when his voice echoes inside that room, that Jisung knows that he is really what he will never be.

"I have always been here". he says.

Then all the lights turn off, or perhaps it’s Jisung himself that is turning off. He closes his eyes and it almost feels like an abomination because he was finally seeing a light.

The last image he sees it’s a hand on a glass in a bathroom, in a building, in a city whose name he cannot remember.

But that's okay.

Because Jisung believes him.

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beikonsims · 4 months

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Thankfully, the "party" went on without much disturbances. The moment Buzz tried to open his mouth and say something inappropriate, Tank didn't hold back throwing daggers from his eyes and reminding his father where he is. He was done be nice when it was about his husband and child.

It's unclear whether Buzz got the message back at the table or when he got to see and hold his granddaughter for the first time. He had a strange flood of nostalgia and reminded himself of having Tank in his arms for the first time.

Buzz: Oh... goodness. I swear I will nuke the Beakers if they lay a finger on you. Precious.

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Let's start with the NSFW hc's !

First of all: 18+. Minors do not interact, that's the only warning you're gonna have.

𝑰𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂 :

Requested by @angeldevil0com

Isn't he grandiose ?

Here he is, in all his majesty, from the end of the room and everything starts between his fleshy lips. His tanned skin glimmers under the sunshine, and everyone in the meeting drinks his words as if he was the one chosen, his men nod at every one of his words.

You're there, at the corner of the room waiting for Tenjiku's boss to be done with his meeting, sitting all pretty and quiet for your man, making his friends think he really did a good job into taming his girlfriend.

Sure, the boss wouldn't allow his bitch to mess up with his reputation, no matter how long they've been together, no matter how fast she secretly makes his heart beat.

Far away from the middle of the room, where all the dirty secrets lay hidden, his opal eyes meet yours. You bite your lips, he exhales.

-" Think we've done for today." Izana surprises his men by stating. " Everyone, out."

~~~

-" Am I making my baby feel good ?" You ask, lips brushing against his with every word. And he would've answered you, if only wasn't he too deeply engulfed in the warm hug your pussy was providing him.

Everyone was gone now, and behind the closed doors of the kingdom, the king could graciously melt in the hands of his queen, worshipping her beauty, fingertips digging in the plush of her thighs.

-" You know you gotta use your words, 'Zana. Can anyone ride this cock like mommy does ?"

He loathed that nickname at first. But the more he saw your loving stares on him, your careful touches, your cotton candy kisses, the more he was convinced you would not leave like his mother . That he could get comfortable around a woman for once.

-" Shit- no one. You're so, so fucking good t'me, love how this pussy's taking me "

Izana loves those moments, when he just drops the crown knowing you've got it handled, knowing this world bears no other one to share his burden, but you.

Nonetheless, he lost none of his charisma. White hair circling his pleasure-contorted face, chest and abs marked by you under your body relentlessly bouncing on him, Izana Kurokawa is the best sight to lose your breath to.

-" You so damn pretty on top o'mme " his voice no more than a grunted whisper, your hand caresses his chest right where you make his heart beats erratic by squeezing his length, the moan to leave his mouth right after was almost desperate, buckling his hips deeper inside you, his hands press your chest tighter against his.

-" more, needa feel you more. I jus' need you "

And the contrast is none but striking, how the almighty Tenjiku's boss leans under your touch like a wounded bird, how desperate is touch turns as he seeks for your lips in a hungry kiss.

-" So needy... " You pant, breathless breaking from the kiss. His pretty eyebrows furrow in displeasure, you nonetheless cling on his shoulders for support, preparing to quicken your pace. " Shhh, worry not baby. I got you, mama's got you "

At his breaking point, Izana couldn't care the least about being heard moaning this loud for you, not with your legs wrapping lotus-like around his waist, taking him deeper than ever.

-" swear to fucking god... No one can kill me but you "

Idk about you, but that's exactly how I see izana being for his s/o

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candelasobscura · 4 months

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dorym week, day 2: "Maybe tonight he'll wander into my dreams."

Dorian laid in his bedroll, pulling the threadbare blanket tightly around him. He made a mental note to get a new one soon. It wasn't doing much in terms of keeping him warm anymore.

He stared at the wide expanse of the Exandrian sky, counting the stars and watching as an owl flew overhead.

Fourteen stars made up the constellation of Sehanine's symbol. Eighteen stars made up the constellation of Pelor's symbol.

Eleven stars made up the constellation of Melora's symbol.

He laughed at himself softly, holding onto the Sending Stone that he asked Opal to fashion into a pendant. Just in case he calls, he had said. Gods, he was hoping for a call.

Dorian felt silly, staring into space with a feeling of affection swirling around him. Something about star-crossed lovers and the like.

A soft breeze swept past the camp and Dorian heard a grunt of disdain from Dariax, followed by a loud snore.

Orym would have laughed at that.

Dorian rolled over in frustration, burying his head into his pillow. He didn't expect to miss a friend this much. Was Orym even a friend at this point?

He just wanted to see his bright smile again. The joy that would light up his face, especially back in Byroden. The feeling of being safe and protected, knowing that Orym was strong and able to protect the party at any cost.

A feeling of anxiety passed over him. What if Orym was hurt? Or, gods forbid, dead? What if Orym had lost the Sending Stone or just forgot to send a message?

Dorian activated the Stone. "Hey Orym, I miss you. Hope you're doing well. Tell Fearne I say hi." He took a moment. "I really miss you."

As he released the Stone from his grip, he was met with loud, screeching feedback that tore through his ears and seared his brain in pain. Well, that bounce back confirmed that Orym wasn't ignoring him, at least.

Dorian sighed in frustration and rolled onto his back once more. He stared up back at the constellation of Melora, hoping for any reassurance from her about Orym.

"Wildmother, if you hear me..." Jeez, now he felt really silly. "I want to see Orym again. Let him wander into my dreams. I miss him. A lot."

At that soft prayer, Dorian drifted off into sleep.

Maybe it was the will of Melora, or he was making it up, but Orym did wander into his dreams last night. He saw Orym sitting watch over Bell's Hells, one hand on his blade and the other holding the Sending Stone. Dorian watched as Orym said something to the Stone, and flinch as he got a response of screeching feedback. Orym looked into the sky, up at Catha. Dorian barely heard Orym's voice as he asked Melora to let him know that Dorian is okay, to let him know that he's alright and he misses him.

Dorian woke up the next morning, the weight of anxiety and fear about Orym and the fate of Bell's Hells lifted from his shoulders.

#dorym week #dorym #orym of the air ashari #dorian storm #kit writes things

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pokemanix · 3 months

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Welcome to POKEMANIX

Enjoy your stay. I like reblogging pkmn stuff of all kinds! That includes fanart and official stuff

I also post pkmn card posts for every pkmn character. If your favourite isn't up yet, they either don't have a card or theyre in the queue.

Official Pokemon Trainer Cards Easy List;

Gen 1

Red, Blue, Green, Leaf, Ash Ketchum, Mom, Professor Oak, Imposter Professor Oak, Daisy Oak, Bill, Celio, Mr. Fuji, Copycat, Giovanni, Jessie and James, Butch and Cassidy, Sird, Team Rocket Grunts, Brock, Misty, Lt. Surge, Erika, Koga, Sabrina, Blaine, Lorelei, Bruno, Agatha, Lance

Gen 2

Ethan, Kris, Lyra, Mom, Professor Elm, Silver, Eusine, Mary, Mr. Pokemon, Kurt, Buena, Archer, Ariana, Proton, Petrel, Falkner, Bugsy, Whitney, Morty, Chuck, Jasmine, Pryce, Clair, Janine, Will, Karen

Gen 3

Brendan, May, Mom, Professor Birch, Wally, Zinnia, Scott, Mr. Briney, Mr. Stone, Gabby and Ty, Lanette, Brigette, Professor Cozmo, Captain Stern, Aarune, Lisia, Archie, Matt, Shelly, Maxie, Tabitha, Courtney, Team Aqua Grunts, Team Magma Grunts, Roxanne, Brawly, Wattson, Flannery, Norman, Winona, Tate, Liza, Wallace, Juan, Sidney, Phoebe, Glacia, Drake, Steven Stone, Noland, Greta, Tucker, Lucy, Spenser, Brandon, Anabel

Gen 4

Lucas, Dawn, Johanna (Mom), Professor Rowan, Barry, Felicity, Looker, Roxy and Oli, Cheryl, Riley, Mira, Buck, Marley, Bebe, Roseanne, Cyrus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Team Galactic Grunts, Charon, Roark, Gardenia, Maylene, Crasher Wake, Fantina, Byron, Candice, Volkner, Aaron, Bertha, Flint, Lucian, Cynthia, Palmer, Thorton, Dahlia, Darach, Argenta

Gen 5

Hilbert, Hilda, Nate, Rosa, Mom (BW), Mom (B2W2), Professor Juniper, Cedric Juniper, Fennel, Cheren, Bianca, Hugh, N, Colress, Ghetsis, Zinzolin, Gorm, Bronius, Giallo, Ryoku, Rood, Anthea, Concordia, Shadow Triad, Team Plasma Grunts, Cilan, Chili, Cress, Lenora, Burgh, Elesa, Clay, Skyla, Brycen, Drayden, Iris, Roxie, Marlon, Shauntal, Marshal, Grimsley, Caitlin, Alder, Benga, Ingo, Emmet

Gen 6

Calem, Serena, Grace (Mom), Professor Augustine Sycamore, Shauna, Tierno, Trevor, Alexa, Cassius, Inver, Sina, Dexio, Gurkinn, Bonnie, Emma, AZ, Lysandre, Chalmers, Aliana, Bryony, Celosia, Marie, Xerosic, Team Flare Grunts, Viola, Grant, Korrina, Ramos, Clemont, Valerie, Olympia, Wulfric, Malva, Siebold, Wikstrom, Drasna, Diantha, Dana, Evelyn, Morgan, Nita, Kali, Katherine

Gen 7

Elio, Selene, Mom, Professor Kukui, Professor Burnet, Lillie, Hau, Samson Oak, Guzma, Plumeria, Gladion, Team Skull Grunts, Lusamine, Wicke, Faba, Aether Paradise Employees, Phyco, Dulse, Soliera, Zossie, Ilima, Lana, Kiawe, Mallow, Sophocles, Acerola, Mina, Hala, Olivia, Nanu, Hapu, Kahili, Molayne, Mohn, Ryuki

Gen 8

Victor, Gloria, Mum, Professor Magnolia, Sonia, Hop, Bede, Marnie, Sordward, Shielbert, Ball Guy, Team Yell Grunts, Rose, Oleana, Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Bea, Allister, Opal, Gordie, Melony, Piers, Raihan, Leon, Cara Liss, Jack, Dan, Mustard, Klara, Avery, Honey, Hyde, Peony, Peonia, Digging Duo, Koko

Hisui

Rei, Akari, Professor Laventon, Kamado, Cyllene, Zisu, Pesselle, Tao Hua, Sanqua, Colza, Beni, Ress, Rye, Cogita, Choy, Anthe, Charm, Clover, Coin, Vessa, Adaman, Mai, Arezu, Iscan, Melli, Sabi, Irida, Lian, Calaba, Palina, Gaeric, Pearl Clan Members, Diamond Clan Members, Ginter, Volo, Tuli, Mani

Gen 9

Florian, Juliana, Professor Sada, Professor Turo, Nemona, Arven, Penny, Clavell, Jacq, Dendra, Miriam, Raifort, Saguaro, Salvatore, Tyme, Katy, Brassius, Iono, Kofu, Larry, Ryme, Tulip, Grusha, Rika, Poppy, Hassel, Geeta, Giacomo, Mela, Atticus, Ortega, Eri, Carmen, Youssef, Team Star Grunts, Carmine, Kieran, Perrin, Kitakami Caretaker, Billy and O'Nare, Briar, Cyrano, Drayton, Lacey, Crispin, Amarys, Liko, Roy, Friede, Dot

Professor Willow, Candela, Blanche, Spark

Other

Imakuni?, Holon, Trainer Classes (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), Pokemon Center Ladies, NPCs (1, 2, 3, 4)

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eggymf-archived · 1 year

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of paper planes and wildflowers; 04

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)

chapter warnings: not edited, not proofread

chapter summary: the both of thought that the veil of anonymity securely separated the both of you apart despite being students in the same school, but why does it feel like you two are always nearby?

word count: 4k

a/n: this is sfw and quite fluffy. i don’t recommend it being read as a standalone, so please read at least pt. 3 for the context. you may read pt. 1 and pt. 2 too if you don’t mind reading smut. :D

main masterlist || series masterlist || AO3

The sound of bubbling and occasional sparks of small explosions filled the air. Professor Sharp hobbled around the Potions Classroom, supervising the 5th year students as they finished their attempt in brewing a Maxima Potion. Ominis sighed in helplessness as he cleaned his cauldron up from his pathetic excuse of an attempt. He knows Sharp didn’t approve of his potion: the strict professor only gave a grunt in response when he checked poor Ominis' cauldron and phial. Potions was undoubtedly the young Gaunt's least favorite subject, primarily due to the fact that it was a bit more challenging for him because of his lack of sight.

“Class dismissed!”

The gruff sound of Professor Sharp’s announcement was the opal-eyed male’s saving grace as he immediately gathered his books and headed out of the classroom together with Sebastian and Skylar. The loud chatters echoed throughout the once nearly empty corridors as students skedaddled to their next classes. A faint smile was plastered on Ominis’ face as they headed to the Transfiguration Courtyard, which goes unnoticed by his brunette best friend.

“Well, someone’s in a good mood today,” Sebastian drawled. Ominis scoffed in response, smirking lightly while Skylar raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I’m just glad I’m out of that blasted classroom. Sharp’s been extra foul lately,” Ominis explained half-heartedly while Sebastian hummed in agreement.

“Isn’t he always foul, though?” Sebastian quipped, causing the blonde Slytherin to snort in return.

“Touché, Sebastian. Touché.”

As soon as the open-aired quadrangle was in sight, Sebastian and Skylar bid Ominis goodbye as they headed for their next class, while the blonde-haired Slytherin sat in his usual spot in the shade, intending to read a book to pass the time.

It was rare for the young Gaunt to feel excitement: he only felt it whenever there was good news, a milestone, or perhaps when he was reading a good literary piece. This time, however, excitement comes to Ominis in a form of a parchment filled with words from a mysterious young lady. Aside from his occasional correspondence with Anne Sallow, he hasn’t received mail from other people in Merlin knows when. Who would’ve thought that he’d get a pen pal out of sheer dumb luck?

An all-familiar rustling of feathers was heard right beside him. The owl dropped a sealed envelope right onto his lap, followed by a low-toned hoot erupting from the fluffy-feathered messenger. Albeit the serenity of his smile, the alabaster-skinned male was truly eager in receiving the letter which was often delivered by the same great horned owl.

“Thank you, Russ,” he whispers, conjuring some animal feed for the said owl to feast on while he read and replied to his anonymous pen pal.

Pale fingers pried the envelope flap open, sliding the neatly folded piece of parchment out of its shell along with a certain sunshine-colored pressed flower. Ominis trailed his fingers down its soft, almost velvet-like petals before tucking it back within the envelope safely. Unfolding the paper, he realized the parchment was scented in a faintly sweet and light floral fragrance, reminding him of the days of spring.

He pointed his wand at the letter and muttered a spell, and little bumps surfaced from the written words. The piece of parchment levitated atop his lap while he traced his fingertips along the embossed little bumps, taking a bite out of a pumpkin pasty as he read the contents of the letter.

Dear Vesper, Thank you for agreeing to this. I hadn’t expected that you’d reply so quickly too. I’m glad to know that you’re not one of those usual spoilsports that I know of. It’s a rare occurrence for a stranger to agree to these kinds of silly little whims. But anyways, I digress. You may just refer to me as Lucie, and I’m at least a 5th year too. I’m currently writing to you from outside the castle grounds early in the morning. And yes, I know I’m not supposed to be out and about during weekdays. I snuck out through the One-Eyed Witch’s Passage near the Faculty Tower this time around. Have you heard about it before? It leads to the Honeydukes cellar, but I’m not out of the school grounds for some measly bits of sweets, mind you. Most of my potion ingredients had run out recently, unfortunately. I could just purchase them from J. Pippin’s and the Magic Neep, but what fun would that be? That would be quite a bore, don’t you think? Besides, I believe that the road to mastery is through the practical application of magic – something that books and training dummies won’t be able to provide. Hence, I always hunt for my ingredients in the Highlands as much as I can. That aside, I’m attaching a pressed flower to this letter. I found an ordinary daffodil during one of my treks earlier this week and I’d like to give one to you. I hope the daffodil scent on the parchment is still there when you receive this. Also, did you know that daffodils symbolize new beginnings and good fortune? Rather fitting for us, don’t you think? Massacring gigantic spiders in their lair alone, Lucie P.S. Is it alright for me to call you Ves next time? I think it sounds adorable. P.P.S. If you need some potion ingredients, just let me know. I’ll get some for you.

Upon reading Lucie’s sign-off, Ominis erupted into a mild coughing fit, choking slightly on the pumpkin pasty he was eating.

A spider lair? Alone?! Merlin, this woman’s insane!

Ominis couldn’t help but to feel worried about his anonymous newfound companion, yet at the same time he felt a sense of wonder and fascination bubbling within the depths of his own heart, sparking a pleasantly buzzing curiosity and motivation he never knew existed within him. Even if the communication was merely through letters, Lucie’s enthusiasm was certainly contagious.

You inhaled deeply, feeling the fresh air fill your lungs as you submerged into a state of relaxation after a long day. Being outdoors was certainly invigorating after being stuck in a corner of the library for hours after class. At the moment, the sky was tinged with the deepening rays of golden orange coming from the distant horizon. You were pleased with your impulsive decision of bailing out of your usual study schedule early – the sunset was indeed a sight to behold.

While your eyes gazed longingly at the vastness of the skies above, you spotted a dark brown owl flying overhead, swooping down towards you with a sealed envelope in its beak. Your eyes lit up at the sight as the owl landed on the ledge where both your elbows are currently propped on. You received the letter from Russ elatedly, flicking your wand to conjure up some of his favorite treats as a reward. You pried the wax seal open, unfolding the piece of parchment and reading the contents with much anticipation.

Dear Lucie, I certainly hope you’re back in one piece from that spider lair. I’ll be honest - I nearly spat out my pumpkin pasty when I read your last letter. But not to worry, I shall not tell a soul about your illicit little escapades outside of class hours. In fact, I quite like your adventurous disposition. A little rule-breaking is necessary to make the most out of your stay in Hogwarts after all. Though I’ve never really gone as far as frolicking within the dangerous areas of the Highlands for mere potion ingredients. All I’ve ever gotten was detention for skipping classes and sneaking into the Restricted Section at some point. The latter was mostly my best friend’s fault, mind you. He has quite the curiosity when it comes to dangerous magic that isn’t normally taught within the curriculum. While I’m certainly open to initiatives regarding the pursuit of knowledge, I can’t help but to feel worried whenever he delves into such topics – there are some things that are better left unknown. But anyways, let’s leave the details out of that matter for now. I appreciate the pressed flower by the way – especially the scent on the parchment. A shame the scent was rather faint the moment I received it, but I appreciate your efforts nonetheless. It makes me feel as if I’m tagging along in one of your adventures. Unfortunately, It’s rare for me to venture out of the castle grounds unless I really need to. Perhaps I should try exploring every now and then. Eagerly awaiting your reply, Ves P.S. I’ve heard of the secret passage to Honeydukes, but I’ve never really ventured within it yet. Perhaps I shall the next time I’m in dire need of some Peppermint Toads.

“Hey, watch this!” Eric Northcott called out to his other 5th year classmates, pointing his wand towards a pile of circular rocks as soon as Duncan Hobhouse was in their line of sight. He muttered a spell, transfiguring the inanimate objects into a poffle of puffskeins, much to Duncan’s dismay. The said 5th year male Ravenclaw student was merely passing by and minding his own business – but now he was yelling for his dear life as the poffle hopped after him excitedly.

“NORTHCOTT, I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS!” Duncan cried as he ran, his chest heaving both in exhaustion and fear as his terrified screams pierced through the once quiet air of the Viaduct Courtyard. The present crowd of 5th years guffawed in laughter at the poor Ravenclaw’s predicament while some other students giggled amongst themselves at the sight. Ominis smirked in amusement, leaning against the stone balustrade with his arm comfortably crossed.

“Wait, don’t you think that’s a little too far?” Skylar questioned, their gentle Hufflepuff nature overtaking their conscience all of a sudden.

“Bah, who cares? He needs to conquer his fear anyway, not ask for someone to do it for him!” Sebastian retorted while Ominis breathed out a light chuckle of agreement.

“Perhaps if he had just gone to the Hidden Herbology Corridor himself, his reputation wouldn’t have worsened,” Ominis hummed.

“But alas, once a coward, always a coward,” the pale-skinned Slytherin continued. “Well done, Eric.”

The said Gryffindor jokingly bowed in response before going about with his previous shenanigans with his other friends. Ominis felt a slight wind rush to his side, followed by a distinct flapping of wings. He reached out towards Russ, ruffling his soft feathers and took the letter from his beak. Before he could give him his usual fill of animal feed, Russ immediately flew off.

“Huh. Guess I’ll be making a trip to the Owlery tomorrow morning,” Ominis muttered to himself before reading the letter in silence while the other 5th years chattered amongst themselves.

Dear Ves, Miraculously, I came out of that spider lair unscathed. What can I say? I’m quite the reliable and intrepid little adventurer, aren’t I? Jokes aside, I hope you like the flower I gave you today: it’s an asphodel. I was gathering some of these earlier to turn their roots into powder. I’m helping a merchant from one of the neighboring hamlets replenish their stocks and several of my friends had requested for it. Normally, I’d collect these too, but I’m not really sure where I can use this aside from brewing a Draught of Living Death for my NEWTs. About your best friend, I completely understand where the concern is stemming from. My best friend is a bit of a troublemaker too, but his antics are probably not as grim. I have gone into the Restricted Section before actually. All of them are interesting books, but some of them are disgustingly vile like the one all about necromancy. Sometimes I wonder why those books are even available within a school library. Madam Scribner should probably put those kinds in a more private area – I’ve heard of a 5th year Slytherin student who snuck in there on multiple occasions already. That aside, I truly hope your best friend doesn’t get enticed into anything that would endanger him, especially if it’s related to the Dark Arts. It’s often easy to get roped into such things, but some forms of knowledge are better left untouched for a reason. Also, thank you for sharing your troubles with me, even if it’s just a smidge. Always here for you, Lucie P.S. I hope the scent of the flower didn’t wear off that much this time. I tried using a spell to make it last longer. Hope it was effective.

Ominis lightly sniffed the parchment: it smelled similar to honeysuckles – like jasmine with a hint of vanilla. He neatly folded the parchment back and put it away into his inner coat pocket. It was soon lunch hour, and the students made their way to the Great Hall for their meals. Ominis walked alongside Sebastian, seemingly in an even better mood right after having his fill of serotonin by reading Lucie’s letter.

Amongst the crowd of students and not far from Ominis, Garreth Weasley was also walking towards the entrance to the Great Hall from the Viaduct Courtyard together with Natsai Onai. A familiar, enthusiastic voice called out to both Gryffindors to get their attention.

“Natty! Garreth! I got the asphodel root you two wanted!” you cheerily exclaimed, the light thumps of your running footsteps slowing down and getting quieter as you approached your two Gryffindor friends.

“Oh, you did? Thank you!” Natsai beamed as you gave them each a jar containing the powdered root.

"Thanks! My next brew will be bloody brilliant thanks to you!” Garreth grinned.

The sound of their chatter was soon drowned out as Ominis walked further and further away from the three.

You are currently walking through the corridors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower with a letter at hand, reading as you climbed up the flight of stairs at a snail’s pace. You had received a letter from Ves earlier during lunchbreak in the Great Hall, but had opted not to read it there to avoid making a possible embarrassment of yourself. You were always rather excited whenever mail arrived from Ves, and you’d rather not let others see your bashful, giggly side for good measure. You were thankful for that astute decision: Ves has managed to successfully fluster you this time around.

Dear Lucie, I appreciate your empathy towards my little plight. It’s usually a difficult topic that I’m incapable of speaking about. I’ve noticed that you seem to have quite a strong opinion in regards to the Dark Arts. I know I do – I’m completely against it. I’ve had a first-hand experience with it and I’ve despised it eversince. Oh, if only I didn’t come from a family of pureblood supremacists: I’d be way happier than I currently am in general. It’s rather difficult having your name tarnished in some way or form. Alas, it is what it is, but enough about my woes. The weekends are fast approaching and I wanted to ask you if you have any favorites from Honeydukes. I’d like to buy a small little gift for you during my trip there this Saturday if you don’t mind. Consider it as a token of appreciation for the flowers. I have them all tucked away safely in my favorite poem book (it’s written by several muggles by the way). Perhaps one day all the pages will be filled with the flowers you gave me. Ever so grateful for your company, Ves P.S. I scented the letter with one of my favorite perfumes. I feel a little guilty giving you scentless parchment every time we write to each other while you put in more effort into yours. I hope you don’t mind.

You felt your cheeks go warmer as you caught a whiff of his scent on the piece of parchment: aquatic, woody, and aromatic with a faint trace of patchouli. A soft, uncontrollable giggle erupted from your lips, prompting you to go nearer to the corridor walls to mentally chide yourself for your rather uncouth reaction. You tucked the scented parchment back into the envelope, sandwiching it between the pages of your Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. You bit your lower lip in an attempt to mask the smile that threatened to break out of your lips while you made your way to the Magical Theory Classroom for your usual class with Professor Fig.

Your mind wandered to Ves, trying to figure out who he might possibly be – the sole clue you had to finding him was his scent, but you hadn’t recalled anyone with a similar scent to his. If scents were capable of describing a person, you envisioned him as dapper young man who always has his appearance and hygiene in check, a gentleman who would be protective of his lady, and he was likely to be rather wealthy too. You quickly shook your head, snapping out of your momentary fantasy.

“Merlin, I must be going mad,” you muttered, a hint of bashfulness and mild shame creeping up within you. You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when a familiar scent of perfume faintly wafted in the air as you made a turn to the corridor leading to Magical Theory Classroom. Your eyes widened in realization – you quickly turned back to the flight of stairs right behind you, but there was no one in sight. You exhaled a sigh of mild defeat, shrugging off your thoughts as you walked through the almost desolated corridor.

Meanwhile, a certain 5th year Slytherin student with slicked back, dirty blonde hair reached the bottom of the flight of stairs. The tip of his wand constantly blinked red as he navigated through the castle with a book in hand – specifically a guidebook that he had just borrowed from Professor Fig himself.

“Alright, Evans. Cough those Sickles out!” Sebastian smugly said as his third red ball hit the 50-point mark. Skylar grumbled in response, handing him over three silver coins with a frown.

“Oh come on, Skylar. No need to be upset!” Sebastian cooed.

“Say that to me when you stop knocking my balls off the platform, Sebastian!” they angrily huffed, causing the brunette to laugh in response. Ominis snorted at the two’s antics, overhearing their harmless bickering while he lounged on the soft grass, taking a bite out of his almost finished apple.

A low-sounding hoot was heard from above, causing the young Gaunt to sit upright in attention as he felt a small box being dropped onto his lap. He opened the small package, rummaging through the little box. The sound of plastic wrappers was heard, and his fingertips brushed against the envelope surface. His misty eyes glimmered slightly in excitement, grasping onto the paper and hurriedly opening it to read its contents.

Dear Ves, Oh dear, I’m sorry to hear that. Anything within the extreme sides of the spectrum usually is quite dreadful. I may not be a pureblood, but my family has their own foulness too. Both my parents are muggleborns you see, but my mother was adopted into a family of half-bloods. Although her strong opinions about purebloods is warranted given their horrible reputation of bigotry, I think there are quite a lot of good-natured ones that don’t deserve that level of criticism from her. From what I see so far, you’re probably one of the better ones. Whatever you may have done, I shall assume that you were most likely forced into it. Besides, I wouldn’t have replied if I noticed something unacceptably horrid about you. That aside, I’ve attached heather this time around. It means good luck, protection and admiration, and I think it symbolizes you. You’re deserve to be protected and admired, and I feel rather lucky that I’m in correspondence with a sensible young gentleman like you. Also, you may be wondering what the small box contains. They’re called sherbet lemons – one of my favorite muggle sweets. I hope you like them. Much love, Lucie P.S. I forgot to include this, but Jelly Slugs and Fizzing Whizbees are my favorites from Honeydukes. I’m assuming yours are Peppermint Toads? P.P.S. That perfume smells divine.

Blood rushed to Ominis’ normally pale cheeks as he traced the pressed lavender with his fingertips, feeling a pleasant warmth spread within his chest. An uncharacteristically gentle smile graced his lips as he kept his keepsakes safely in between one of his thick textbooks. Sebastian and Skylar finally got off the Summoner’s Court platform while Ominis took a sherbet lemon out of the box, unwrapping it and popping the sweet into his mouth.

"You’ve been getting mail pretty often lately, Ominis,” Sebastian pointed out with a slightly worried tone in his voice. “Is everything alright? Is it from the Gaunts?”

“Wait! Are those... Sherbet lemons?!” Skylar gasped in excitement while Sebastian looked at the both of them bemusedly.

“Can I have one?” Skylar pleaded. They broke out into a grin when Ominis complied. Skylar excitedly unwrapped the sweet out of its plastic wrapper, putting the yellow-colored sweet into their mouth.

“Sherbet lemons? A new Honeydukes product?” the freckled male brunette queried, getting more and more confused by the second.

“No, Sebastian. They’re muggle sweets! It’s been a while since I last saw these!” Skylar gushed, almost squealing in delight as a burst of its powdered center flooded their taste buds.

“Hang on. Muggle sweets, Ominis?” Sebastian bewilderedly asked, emphasizing on the muggle term while he eyed his blonde-haired friend.

“What about it?” Ominis casually responded while lightly sucking on the lemon-flavored sweet. “Want some?”

Sebastian, although completely flabbergasted, decided not to press any further and took a plastic-wrapped sweet from the box. From what the brunette had gathered, he knew that the person Ominis was frequently corresponding with wasn’t his family nor his twin sister Anne.

So who was Ominis writing to?

The sounds of scribbling quill tips against parchment was heard as you had your usual study sessions – this time with Natsai and Garreth. You were unable to focus on your task at hand, staring at your sealed package that you had placed on top of your textbook pile every now and then. You had received the package earlier today right after Beasts Class ended, with Russ nearly dropping the package right on top of your head.

Unable to hold your excitement any longer, you grabbed the box, undoing the knot of the twine that had securely bound it. You flipped the flap open, finding an array of sweets from Honeydukes all neatly arranged with a sealed envelope tucked at the side. You slipped the envelope out of the box, closing it right after and neatly tying the twine back into a secured knot. You sneakily glanced at Natsai and Garreth, who was thankfully focused on their assignments. You deftly opened the envelope and read the parchment’s contents.

Dearest Lucie, You’re quite the little charmer yourself, aren’t you? I’m afraid you give me too much credit, but I’m flattered you think of me as such. In fact, I should be the one who’s thanking you in the first place. If Russ hadn’t given me your letter, I would probably still be the same old miserable lout loitering about in the hallways of the school. I consider your letters as a highlight and moment of repose, and I’m ever so grateful for your rays of sunshine upon my gloomy days. You are an absolute joy to converse with and it’s truly a shame that we are separated by the veil of anonymity. I would’ve gladly shown you the other secret little passageways I know of within the castle. Maybe one of these days, that shall become a reality. Musings aside, I hope you enjoy the little goodie box I’ve sent you. I know you specifically said that your favorites were Jelly Slugs and Fizzing Whizbees, but I couldn’t help but to throw in some additional snacks in for good measure. Even the most intrepid adventurers need their extra helpings of sweets every now and then, don’t they? Fondly, Ves P.S. Your assumption is correct. Also, the sherbet lemons were absolutely delightful.

You pressed your lips into a firm line, suppressing a wide grin as you tucked the envelope back in your inner robe pocket hurriedly before your two friends could ask anything about it. You felt warmth creeping into your cheeks and a surge of energy flow through you. Promptly, you picked up your quill and began scribbling on your parchment once again, your newfound motivation fueling you to finish your tasks for the day.

< chapter 3: the wingman with wings chapter 5: did i? >

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x f!reader #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis fluff #ominis x reader #ominis hogwarts legacy #ominis x you #ominis gaunt fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy ominis

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walpu · 4 months

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The day the flames died.

Summary: In another world, where Verian was beheaded wrongfully for a murder due to his past. How does the people around him try and reverse their mistakes?

The IPC.

Aventurine: One of the only people who believed the bodyguard until the bitter end. He had sent spies to figure out who the real killer was. Unfortunately, his spy came back just seconds too late with the real evidence.

Now, he is self isolating himself from the entire organization, he only eats when Ratio, Topaz or the Trailblazer tells him to. He’s haggard, he looks nothing like the man that would gamble his life on the line for a bet.

He couldn’t save him.

Topaz: Also believed in Verian’s innocence. Was horrified when she saw his beheaded form in the guillotine basket. After the evidence was revealed and undeniable, she had to hold back Aventurine along with Ratio to prevent the gambler from gouging Opal’s eyes out.

Working overtime and doubly harder to try and push down the grief. Numby seems to much more downtrodden after the whole ordeal. The two regularly check up on Aventurine to make sure he doesn’t try and join Verian.

Opal: Was all too happy to point fingers at Verian due the nature of the murder, and to be able to spite Aventurine.Only to be proven horribly wrong and sentenced due to falsely accusing an innocent man and second degree manslaughter due to Verian’s wrongful beheading.

He’s rarely seen, as he’s kept in confinement, but he knows better to avoid going outside, where a murderous group of people are wanting to avenge their friend’s death.

Jade: Believed in Verian’s innocence. She has first hand witnessed Verian’s fierce protective streak, she knows that the bodyguard would never jeopardize it for murder.

She has been working to help find the true killer, as well has figured out out what’s Opal’s and the accomplices (IPC grunts who hated Verian) sentencing alongside Diamond.

Bonus, Ratio: Believed Verian’s innocence, was shaken up by the nature of his death, and is trying to comfort Aventurine the best of his abilities, but nothing seems to be working. Arman has tried to help with his soothing powers, but the gambler is inconsolable.

Arman, has helped keep Verian’s soul in a safe haven until they can recover Verian’s physical body and try and see the head back to the body. The couple are trying to page Herta, Screwllum and possibly Ruan Mei’s help in this task.

If only they could find the body, that is.

••••••

Deceased.

His soul is in a dormant state due to the Aeon of Chance’s soothing blessing. His physical body has disappeared. His head is being kept under close examination and in its best physical condition until the IPC can find the body.

When his head fell into the basket, he didn’t feel anything, as he was injected with a serum that rendered him unconscious prior. Opal thought that even if he was someone he never liked. He was someone to be respected for all that he did.

More Arman lore, he can keep souls who want to live for safekeeping, if their physical body is unable to host thier soul. As much as it is surprising, he can’t actually find people’s bodies despite his powers as an Aeon.

I love it when you can't torment him in the main stories so you create aus just for this purpose 😭

#Verian #arman

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matchagator · 1 year

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Hustlers: Magic Men

After making a fast getaway in the last episode, the girls are looking to celebrate, and what could be better than some making wealthy connections, filling up on spirits, and marveling over the beautiful views Australia had to offer? 😉

*Make sure to check out previous episodes to follow the story. Let us know how you're liking the story so far by leaving a comment 😊*

{New Banner in Progress! Should be updated by the next release.}

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con Artists

{Word Count:} 16k

{Warning} Sexual Content, Stealing, Mature Language, Manipulation, Mild Violence, Sexual Harassment, Bondage, and Alcohol

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Hustlers Episode Order:

Episode 1: Sin City

Episode 2: Pink Diamond

Episode 3: Cyber Flight

Episode 4: Wine Country

Chapter 5: Art Auction

Episode 6: Magic Men

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BIG FISH: Yuna

LOCATION: Melbourne, Australia

The bustling front lobby of the Ritz-Carlton cast the perfect background atmosphere as the three mischievous, male hustlers sat at one of the lounges to discuss their recent dalliance with the femme fatale. Jimin and Taehyung were casually perched against one of the lavish sofas, the eldest of the trio with whisky in hand as he glared unapologetically at their youngest. Jungkook was sitting on a sofa chair beside them, pressing his elbows against his knees as he leaned in to converse with his teammates.

“Don’t blame this on me.” Jungkook’s eyes narrowed at Jimin and Taehyung as they spun him into a web of accusations, recalling how Jungkook disappeared from his obligations whenever a certain bold and attractive woman was present. “I did my part. If I remember correctly, weren’t you supposed to be watching them?” His stare was pointed sharply toward Taehyung. “You seemed to keep yourself occupied when I left.”

“It’s different.” Taehyung grit through his teeth, knowing that he stayed alert in the theater for the entirety of the auction, despite how boring it all was to him. “Anyway Chimmy was the one responsible for grabbing the glittery stream.”

“Opal River.” Jimin interrupted, glaring at Taehyung as the blame was now shifted onto him.

Taehyung groaned, standing up from his seat with every intention of disappearing to the bar to get a drink of his own. “Whatever it’s fucking called...” His expression was unamused at the reality that they were robbed of another vastly expensive score from the same women they loved to mess with.

“At least I didn’t break the world's most expensive wine bottle because I was drunk off my ass.” Jimin hissed back, watching Taehyung dig his fingertips into the back edge of the couch, contemplating his reaction to his moment of carelessness being brought back up.

“I got stuck in that damn cellar. What did you expect?” Taehyung retaliated, feeling his patience with Jimin run thin.

Unfortunately, Jungkook was quick to join Jimin’s side as he offered Taehyung a warning glare. “Not to find you tangled up with Emmy.”

Taehyung tossed his hand forward, grunting in annoyance as he abandoned the boys to seek out some bourbon, knowing it would surely help take off the edge.

Jimin smirked at Taehyung’s reaction as he shifted his attention to Jungkook who equally seemed amused by his hyung's reaction. The youngest of their trio let himself fall back into his sofa chair, relishing the moment to relax his muscles while thinking back on Taehyung’s drunken state.

His subtle jealousy bubbled in the pit of his stomach at the memory of finding Emmy and Taehyung blissed out behind the padlocked door, hating the blunt reminder that he wasn’t the only one in his trio to fuck around with his klepto Barbie. Jungkook’s thoughts quickly swirled back to his sinful moment with Emmy in the museum restroom, dwelling on the regrettable ending before either of them got a proper taste of the other.

Taehyung pressed his palms into the top of the bar as he waved down the nearest bartender, his teeth clenching together as he tried to cool off. “Jim Beam, Neat.” His wolf-like stare shot across the counter as the employee offered him a swift nod in response, finding the correct brand of bourbon before plucking its bottle from its place amongst others. Taehyung shifted his teeth as he tilted his head to the side, letting the joints crack and pop within his neck as he glanced around the hotel lobby, spotting a boisterous group of women walking in from the exterior.

The more brazen member of the masculine trio leaned his elbows into the bar as he focused in on the sight of a youthful blonde strutting through the corridor, her face elated from a day out shopping with her friends. Various high-end bags draped across her arms, immediately exposing her wealth as her entourage fluffed her ever-present ego.

“Your bourbon, sir.” Taehyung’s attention was pulled away from the attractive group of women as he moved his hand into the pocket hidden behind the lapel of his jacket. He pulled out a crisp twenty-dollar bill between his index and middle finger. He swiftly swung his fingers out toward the bartender, grinning happily as the hotel employee accepted the payment.

“Keep the change.” Taehyung pushed off the bartop, grasping his glass between his fingers as the group of women ventured into the bar, their presence somewhat causing a disturbance as the once tranquil environment was now filled with obnoxious giggling.

Taehyung walked directly toward them given they were directly in the middle of his quickest path back to his teammate. He figured it would be the perfect opportunity to gain a few glances at their shapely bodies in the meantime. “Drinks on me ladies!” The blonde announced excitedly, letting her arms shoot into the air as the shopping bags around her arms slid down to her shoulders.

There was a loud holler of elation from her entourage as they settled in one of the nooks of the lounge, resting against the lavish furniture as the light-haired beauty waved down one of the servers. “Thanks, Yuna!” One of her friends commented from behind her, instantly exposing her identity as a redhead in her group holding up her phone to snap a photo to post on social media.

“Consider it a pregame for tonight.” Yuna smiled brightly, her pupils illuminating in exhilaration as she seamlessly shifted into a forced yet effortless smile for the photo.

The brunette of their group sat herself down on one of the sofa chairs, crossing her legs as she fanned herself off at the thought of their scandalous evening to come. “I can’t believe you got us VIP reservations for Magic Men.”

Yuna beamed as she set her bags down, completely avoiding Taehyung as he swiftly passed by them, remaining silent so he could overhear their plans in hopes of acquiring a new target. “While in Australia…” Yuna shrugged unapologetically before grabbing her phone from her purse and holding it up as she adjusted herself in the dim lighting of the lounge. Once she found the correct positioning, she snapped a picture, diligently working to type up a social media post.

“I’m posting about it. It’s gonna be fire.” Yuna completed her post as the server approached her entourage, openly handing the server a black card telling him to charge whatever her girls wanted onto it.

Taehyung’s eyes glimmered with opportunity, taking a sip of his bourbon as he approached Jimin and Jungkook who were currently discussing plans for the evening. Taehyung grinned proudly, Jimin slightly disappointed to see their resident charmer was in a far better mood than they had left him in.

“Blackcard, ten o’clock,” Taehyung spoke quietly enough for them to hear him as his partners in crime glanced back toward the noisy group of women, Jungkook instantly found the blonde beauty as his interest peeked.

Jimin noticed the waiter walking back with a tray of fruity alcoholic beverages as he held out the very card Taehyung was informing them about to return to its proper owner. “Whose up for an easy hustle?” Jungkook smirked, knowing it would be simple to hack Yuna’s bank account, especially since she seemed completely careless with her money for the thrill of enjoying her time.

“Her name is…” Just as Taehyung began divulging the information he acquired from the group of party-goers, Jimin interrupted him as he held out his phone to display his screen to his younger comrades.

“Yuna. She’s a social media influencer and daughter to a multi-millionaire.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes at the eldest, annoyed at how skilled the man was at obtaining information about someone random. “She’s here on vacation,” Jimin added, grinning as he turned the phone back toward him to continue scrolling through her profile. “She’s been posting about all of her…adventures.” He chuckled, showing the screen once more as Jungkook and Taehyung’s eyes widened from the image of her practically topless on the beach.

“Sounds like a woo girl.” Jungkook chuckled, enjoying the thought of indulging in women to get his unfortunate thoughts of Emmy out of his mind.

Taehyung quickly tilted his head back, downing the rest of his drink before setting the glass down on the coffee table before them. “They’re heading to a strip club tonight…Magic Men.” He added, watching as silence fell upon them from the idea of entertaining an evening at a male strip club just to gain another score.

“I’m down.” Jungkook leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on her knees as he mischievously rubbed his palms together. Jungkook was a man of many skills, dancing being one of them as he entertained the thought of actually posing as a male dancer. His malicious glare found Jimin, knowing that if anyone would be able to successfully join him on stage, it would be him. “What do you say, Chimmy?” Jungkook’s smile stretched into a sinister smirk as his eyes darkened toward the usually more reserved member of their trio. “Ready to shimmy?”

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The crisp salty air of the harbor swirled around the femme fatale as they lounged about the top deck of a luxury yacht, relishing in the warmth of the Australian sun as they celebrated another victory. Ruby was happily sipping on a peach sangria as she laid back against one of the lounge chairs, taking the opportunity to work on her tan. After having to play a realistic game of Grand Theft Auto a couple of nights prior, she took the opportunity to enjoy her freedom as the sun kissed her skin.

Jade was currently swimming in the ocean below, being the first to jump off the edge of the boat to savor the sensation of the cool waves despite the inferno of such a bright and sunny day. Emmy, on the other hand, sat content in one of the shaded areas of the yacht, keeping her delicately pale skin from burning off in the violent rays of the Australian sun. She sat tucked in one of the lavish cushioned wicker lounges as she scrolled through social media, catching up on whatever drama she missed during their last adventures.

After the auction, the girls managed to get their expensive sculpture packaged and shipped to its new location, selling it off on the black market to avoid getting caught with it in their possession. They cashed in on a ridiculous amount of local currency, utilizing some of the funds as they escaped toward Melbourne to create some distance from their crimes. It wasn’t until they were gone that Felix’s car was located unharmed with every trace of Ruby erased from the vehicle as if she vanished.

Emmy sighed happily as a handsome attendant of the yacht approached her with a tray full of the most delicately crafted sushi, made from only the freshest catch. “Sushi!” She yelled out, watching as Jade almost instantly plucked herself out of the ocean to seek out the delicious delicacy. If there was anything the eldest enjoyed more than money, it was seafood of any kind.

Ruby was also quick to abandon her suntanning as she moved toward the breakfast nook perfectly designed into the back of the boat. “Looks delicious.” Ruby beamed as she took her seat, clinging to her sangria as it paired nicely with their lunch. One of the other attendants of the boat offered Emmy and Jade a couple of drinks of their own, Jade opting for a traditional pina colada while Emmy sought out a blue Hawaiian.

“To victory.” Ruby lifted her glass in the air, offering her girls a toast as they celebrated another job well done, leading them to the opportunity to relax and enjoy themselves as such. Emmy and Jade held up their glasses, letting them clink together before they each took a sip.

Jade reached across the table to grab a pair of chopsticks, enjoying just how luxurious the black material was as she glanced over the large selection of sushi and sashimi. “This is the life.” She hummed happily as she plucked a piece of unagi, hardly hesitating as she shamelessly indulged in the expensive cut.

Emmy grinned as she found a delicious Hawaiian roll with coconut shrimp, letting her palate savor the accompanying pieces of mango. “So, what next?” Ruby commented, knowing that while their victory allowed them plenty of money to indulge in all of life's finer offerings they also needed to settle their debts. A group of three women from traumatic backgrounds and various entanglements only meant they had debts to pay and agreements to settle. Luckily, their scores kept them afloat while paying off the enemies they acquired over the years.

Ultimately, the feeling of becoming so powerful was addictive to the trio, knowing they were far too invested in the hustle of life to ever stop. Emmy grabbed her phone as she continued to scroll through her Instagram, noticing Shin Yuna, daughter of one of the wealthiest men on the Asian continent, was posting about her adventures on vacation. Emmy's eyes skimmed over the content as she was about to scroll up, suddenly noticing the location tag on her post.

She paused as her pupils settled on the words Melbourne Australia finding it vastly coincidental that she just so happened to be on vacation where the girls were currently enjoying their own mini getaway. “Take a look at this.” Emmy twisted her device toward Ruby who narrowed her eyes at the image of the blonde bimbo.

“Isn’t that the Shin girl?” She commented, completely uninvested in the topic as she stuffed another piece of expensive sashimi in her mouth.

Jade’s interest piqued as she gestured toward Emmy to let her see the phone, noticing the same location tag at the bottom of her post. “Melbourne, huh?” Jade hummed as she reached over the table to grab a piece of salmon skillfully with her chopsticks.

“Miss Princess just posted about her plans tonight,” Emmy added, glancing back at her post to see her carelessly exposing the details of her location in order to allow her followers the opportunity to join them. She showed Ruby once again, letting the girl closest to her age in on the fact that Yuna and her entourage were planning a night out at a strip club.

Ruby’s smile widened at the sight, realizing that if Jade was informed of the location, she would surely retaliate. Instead, Ruby flashed Emmy a knowing look, both nodding their heads in agreement as they turned their attention toward Jade. “What do you say? Should be easy to fuck her over.” Ruby offered, taking a sip of her sangria as she watched Jade offer them a questioning stare.

“Where are they heading?”

“Just to get drinks,” Emmy interjected, knowing just as much as Ruby that the mention of any male strippers would cause the eldest to retreat from the mission, despite the fact that they’ve made her play the role of a stripper many times before. “Worse case, we at least get free drinks out of it.”

Jade pondered the decision for a moment, letting her chopsticks rest in the corner of her mouth as she sucked off the residue of the delicious cuisine. “Alright.” She finally agreed, failing to notice Emmy and Ruby triumphantly stare at each other, both holding up their glasses again for another toast, knowing that they would both soon get to enjoy alcohol and devilishly handsome men.

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A long drawn-out sigh escaped Jade’s lips as she glanced out the window, admiring the sights of Melbourne as their private chauffeur escorted them to their destination for the evening. Jade was still completely clueless as to what their evening encompassed, knowing that they were going out for drinks at what she could only presume must be a bar or club in town. Their driver maneuvered the street effortlessly as Ruby leaned back in her seat, enjoying the spacious room of the luxury SUV with complimentary champagne.

“Don’t mind if I do.” The brawn of the group poured herself a glass, using the alcohol to get a pleasant warmth in her system, fully knowing what they were getting themselves into. Emmy stayed silent as she scrolled through Yuna’s social media, getting to know the naive blonde in order to better schmooze her way into her entourage.

Jade shifted her gaze back onto her best friends, picking up on their silence as a nervous ache settled in the pit of her stomach. “Where are we going again?” She questioned, feeling as if there was something the girls were hiding from her. Typically, Emmy was quick to divulge the plan for the evening and suddenly she found their youngest to be quite smug.

“I told you, to get drinks.” Emmy was simple with her choice of words, knowing the eldest got immensely uncomfortable around men, let alone in a room filled with sexualized, half-naked hunks. The thought had her smirking mischievously behind the camouflage of her phone screen, knowing Jade was in for it as they approached the location of the salacious show.

As their car turned through the busy streets of the bustling part of town, Jade soon caught glimpses of various businesses, wondering which would be their final location. “So what’s the plan?”

Emmy kept her eyes on the phone as Ruby leaned across the youngest brunette, flashing Jade a smile. “I’m gonna stay back on this one while you and Emmy find a way to join Yuna’s inner circle.” She put the plan quite plainly, Jade nodding in understanding as her eyes caught sight of an advertisement for a male performance show entitled Magic Men. She noticed the location on the billboard, matching it to an approaching nightclub called Love Machine, her face became pale as realization dawned upon her.

“No, absolutely not.” Jade retaliated, as an impish giggle erupted from Emmy. “I’m not going to a male strip club!” Her voice elevated as Ruby’s features morphed into a malicious smirk.

“You don’t have a choice.” Ruby smiled, lifting her glass of champagne before downing the remainder, smacking her lips in satisfaction from the sting of the alcohol.

Jade could feel her heart drumming within her chest, her hands suddenly becoming clammy as she gently rubbed them against her thighs. Whenever they came in close contact with men, Jade seemed to become a babbling fool who was easily manipulated under their male charm. How was she supposed to be any help in such an environment?

Emmy laughed as she watched Jade’s complexion fade completely of its color, enjoying her sweet torment far too much as she leaned into the brains of their trio. “Relax.” She cooed, hoping to give some peace of mind for their evening. “I’ve got this under control. All you need to do is sit back and enjoy.” Somehow she couldn’t imagine Jade openly ogling fine-ass-looking men while they danced erotically in front of her on stage. She would see far more than just their sculpted abdomens, alluding to witnessing more of their masculinity on full display beneath their revealing attire.

Jade was speechless, a blush crawling onto her cheeks at the thought of it all. She wasn’t a fool in sexual activities and participated in the act herself back in high school. Unfortunately, since she’s been focusing on their hustles and making sure everything ran smoothly, she left the more sensual roles to Emmy and Ruby. Emmy was dangerously good at seducing men, her lack of self-consciousness and her feminine allure led her to be the perfect choice for most of their hustles. Jade let her body relax, knowing she could at least manage to watch the show without making a complete fool of herself. “Fine.”

Emmy tutted happily as she turned her attention back onto the screen of her phone, the car pulling up just outside of the building. “If you’re lucky, I’ll even buy you a private dance.” Emmy’s eyes flashed wildly with mischief, laughing as Jade’s body tensed once more from her implications. Ruby was quick to join in on the teasing as she whipped out a large pile of crisp hundred-dollar bills, distributing them amongst the two.

“Make it a good one.” Ruby grinned as she handed Jade more cash, spreading the remainder so she could fan herself off. “Don’t forget to tip.” She teased, gesturing toward the waistband of her skin-tight jeans, running her tongue against her bottom lip.

“Oh my god, get out,” Jade complained frantically, hoping to get the evening started so that it would soon be over. Emmy and Ruby were practically crunched over in jubilation as the driver of their car moved about to open the door for them. Emmy quickly turned toward Jade in hopes of getting in another word but was met with a smack of the eldest’s hand across her shoulder. “Out.”

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The loud reverberation of the bass music echoed through the walls of the nightclub, elaborate fluorescent lights decorating the ceiling with neon hexagons lining the expanse of the ceiling. Crowds of various women filled the large space, occupying every booth and available seating across the floor, eager for the performance of a lifetime from a group of vastly in-shape men.

Ruby found herself in one of the VIP booths towards the back of the strip club, more determined to drink her way through the evening with the attention of handsome waiters sporting nothing but a mere bowtie and pants to conceal their muscular frames. She sat alongside Emmy and Jade who were eyeing the group of women galavanting toward the front of the establishment, Yuna’s bright blonde hair standing out as she boldly made her way to the VIP seating directly in front of the large stage.

Emmy watched their target cautiously, waiting for the perfect opportunity to find a way into her entourage, knowing the women would be far too distracted by the men of the hour to pay any mind to their valuables. The face of their operation turned back toward her partners in crime, giggling at the sight of Jade veiling her field of view with her hand pressed above her eyes as if she was blocking out the sunlight. Emmy glanced in the opposite direction of Jade’s stare, noticing a group of handsome bartenders shamelessly utilizing their looks and bodies to attract the women closer to them.

“This is completely impudent,” Jade complained, letting a whine form at the back of her throat as she fiddled with the small shot glass on the table in front of her.

Emmy cocked her brow with a narrow of her eyes, watching the eldest try to slander the idea of selling your looks for money. “Yet, you had no problem making me strip in Vegas.” Emmy countered, crossing her arms in front of her as Ruby joined in on the conversation.

“Like you cared.” The brawn of their group rolled her eyes, knowing Emmy was the first to use her looks to gain the favor of men. If you got it, flaunt it.

Jade pressed her lips together at Emmy’s comment, knowing that she did the deed to accomplish a heist while these men worked here on the regular, letting floods of women sexualize them for money. “It’s different.” It was the only thing she could say to express her discomfort with their current location.

Emmy shrugged her shoulders, taking one of the shots from the tray in front of them as she downed the bitter liquid, letting the sting travel down her throat with a satisfying burn. “I still had to flash my tits.” She watched as Yuna left her group of friends to seek out the ATM located at the back of the venue, knowing she would need all of the cash she could possibly get to enjoy the amenities the club had to offer.

This was the girl’s opportunity to move in on their target, creating an opening for them to flatter their way into sitting with her at the front of the venue. Emmy nudged Jade, smacking her lips and sighing as she watched the most naive of their trio struggle to make eye contact with any of the men.

“You’re paying for a service, you might as well get over it and enjoy the view.” She groaned before tugging Jade’s arm gently. “Now, pull it together and follow me.” Before Jade could retaliate, Emmy swiftly shimmied out of the booth, standing up as she adjusted the way her clothing settled on her frame. She had on a pair of black high-waisted jeans with small distress in the denim and a daring sequin metal halter top that was completely backless, the heavy fabric only hanging on by two thin chains around her lower back and neck. She grinned as she tossed her straightened hair to one shoulder, glancing back at Jade as she tugged the fabric of her black bodycon dress, feeling the seam creep up against her thighs as she tried to maintain some modesty.

Emmy took confident strides toward the back of the club, letting her features morph into a bright smile as her usual calm and collected demeanor morphed into a giddy mess of a woman. Jade followed close behind her, admiring Emmy’s sudden shift in theatrics as she approached the rich influencer.

“Oh my god, no way!” Emmy’s usual tone was replaced with a ditzy giggle as she walked up to place a hand across Yuna’s back. “Shin Yuna?” She added, her eyes sparkling brightly as if a starstruck fan meeting their biggest idol. “I’m such a huge fan!” She added, offering the Starlite a friendly exchange before pulling her phone out from her back pocket. “Could we get a selfie?”

Yuna’s face illuminated by the sudden burst of attention, admiring the way Emmy turned into a pile of mush at the sight of her. Yuna collected the cash she had just withdrawn, stuffing it into her purse as she turned to address her supposed fan. “Of course!”

Emmy squeaked with excitement as she moved to stand beside her, gesturing for Jade to do the same on the opposite side and Jade imitated Emmy’s enthusiasm. With a click of her phone, Emmy hummed happily as Yuna glanced over her figure, admiring her followers' style and appearance. “Are you guys followers?”

Jade nodded as she forced a smile on her features, acting just as starstruck as Emmy without the flare for the dramatics. “Absolutely!” She heard Emmy respond as the youngest stuffed her phone back in her back pocket. “We saw your post about coming here tonight and just had to check it out.”

Yuna grinned at her company, feeling her ego swell as Emmy began complimenting her looks and choice of activities while on her vacation. Yuna contemplated her return to her friends, knowing she wanted nothing more than to continue conversing with Jade and Emmy given they were so in awe of her presence.

“What do you girls say about joining us up front?” She beamed, locking arms with Emmy as she began guiding her up toward her reserved section. “I hear it’s the best view in the house.”

Emmy fought the smirk from pulling at the corner of her mouth from their victory as Jade happily accepted her invitation. “That's so generous of you!” She praised Yuna, catching onto the fact that the more they worked to fluff her ego, the more she’d be willing to have them stick around her.

“Girls, let’s make room! I brought some new friends!” Yuna yelled over the crowd as she gently nudged one of her friends along the booth to create space for Emmy and Jade. “They’re like, my fans!” She added with excitement, feeling giddy under the spotlight shining on her without realizing the intentions of that attention.

Emmy slid into the booth first, forcing Jade on the outside where she had to avoid looking out toward the passing shirtless waiters. The tech specialist was out of her element, considering most of their heists she came in fully prepared with plenty of background information on their target, the valuable of interest, and the scene of the crime. Apparently, Emmy and Ruby thought it was a good idea to throw her in the questionable depths, feeding her to the sharks of exposed men.

While Emmy boosted Yuna’s ego and blended in with the group of girls, Jade did her best to keep a smile on her face as her social battery slowly drained from the intense energy at their table. She was startled as one of Yuna’s friends slammed the surface of the table, “We need another round!” There was a collective response in agreement as Yuna waved her hand in the air to get a server.

It only took a moment until Jade felt a sturdy presence looming over her shoulder as a decadent voice said, “What can I get you, ladies?” The growl in his voice triggered a distant memory as she began lifting her head, feeling compelled to steal a glance at the server.

The first thing she saw was a glistening, bare abdomen just inches from her face as Emmy’s elbow dug into her side. The sudden jolt against her ribs with the combination of shock from the abrupt visual had her bursting into flames as she squeaked out loud. Her gaze quickly averted from the waiter’s body, feeling slightly ashamed by her reaction towards him. “I’m sorry.” She expressed finally meeting the eyes of Taehyung, dressed in nothing but a white bow tie, black trousers, and a smirk.

He placed his hand on the table, leaning over Jade as his smug demeanor intensified. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” With a simple wink, he had the other girls squealing as he flexed his arms, flicking his gaze up to meet Emmy. The two female hustlers glared at him as he straightened his posture, moving to the other end of the booth. “You girls look thirsty.”

Emmy and Jade stare the intruder down as he goes across the lineup of women, gathering their drink orders before he returns to them. “I’ll have an Old Fashion.” Emmy had her arms crossed over her chest.

Before Jade could give her drink order, Taehyung fixated his stare on the theatrical female in the trio. “You strike me as a wine girl. Maybe a glass of Romanee-Conti?” He chuckled under his breath, too proud of himself for the reference as he watched Emmy’s eyes flare with agitation.

“Whiskey will be just fine.” She confirmed sternly, daring him to keep digging the hole she was burning into his skull further. He collected Jade’s drink order, leaning down close as her words were muffled by the bass of the speakers.

“Coming right up, sweetheart.” He flashed a smile at the booth full of girls, making sure to leave them with a nice visual before he went to fulfill their order. “Alright ladies, I’ll be right back, but remember to drink responsibly…or not responsibly.” He winked, leaving them squealing in his wake as he made his way to the bar.

Emmy was chewing the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to knock Taehyung off his pedestal as the other women sitting beside her started debating who he seemed to be more interested in. She was still burning from his comment about the wine, instantly reminding her about the mistake she made by sleeping with him. He wasn’t even that amazing, she was thinking of Jungkook half of the time.

“I wonder what’s hiding underneath that belt…” One of Yuna’s friends commented, getting the girls all excited as they each came up with their own guesses while Emmy was the one who knew the truth.

Yuna turned to the new guests at her table, who seemed awfully quiet during his visit. “What do you guys think?” Her hands were neatly clasped together, leaning up on her elbows with enthusiasm every time she addressed her friends across the table.

“I’m sure it’s nothing special since he’s just a server.” Emmy mused as if she didn’t know the dick in his pants from base to tip.

Yuna busted into laughter along with her parakeets, “Oh my god, you’re so bad.” She giggled, lightly smacking Emmy’s shoulder. “That’s hilarious.”

Jade looked amused as she eyed Emmy, leaning into her ear so the others at the table couldn’t hear her. “Are you speaking from experience?” Her look was pointed with accusation since she remembered how Emmy returned to them after her dalliance in the wine cellar.

Emmy sharpened her glare toward Jade, “Oh you do not want to play that game with me.” She threatened, ready to dish out a list of things she could use against their intellectual counterpart. Emmy was usually the target of sexual jokes, but Jade had her share of naive mistakes that left her in compromising situations. Jade knew what it looked like to be on Emmy’s bad side and settled back into the booth. Emmy smirked, “That’s what I thought.” For good measure, she stuck her tongue out playfully as she claimed her small victory.

—

Jungkook smiled at his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted his button-up shirt and unfastened vest as they hung over the top of his shredded jeans. He peered at the man beside him, seeing Jimin in an uncharacteristic outfit. It was a simple white tank top and matching distressed, skin-tight jeans, but the sheer material of his tank displayed hints of tattoos along his ribcage. “Looking good there, Chimmy.”

Jimin groaned with frustration, plopping down in a chair in exasperation. “We really need another alias.” He grabbed a black hoodie lying on the vanity and pulled it over his head as he heard his partner chuckle beside him.

“I thought you picked that one.” Jungkook mused, fighting the sarcastic smile from spoiling his coy response.

“No…” Jimin forced a smile, his eyes looked closed from the swell of his cheeks. “That would be V. He’s the one that gave me that name.”

Jungkook falsely awed as if he never knew that before as men moved around in the backstage area. He glanced behind his shoulder, watching as their pace seemed to pick up, anticipating that the show was about to begin. Jungkook finished fiddling with his attire before smacking Jimin in the arm. “Looks like they’re about to go out.”

They walked to the stage, peeking out beyond the curtain to see if they could catch a glimpse of their target. “Is she here?” Jimin pressed on his earpiece, directing his question to Taehyung who worked the floor, schmoozing the audience.

“Yeah, she’s here….and she’s not alone. “ Jungkook and Jimin shared a look, wondering what Taehyung could have meant since they knew she was bringing friends along. “Our pretty little gems are here.”

Jungkook instantly perked up as Jimin became tense, still mildly aggravated from their last encounter. While he was satisfied with his interaction with Jade, he was hoping to collect some of their losses without any hiccups. “All of them?” He wondered, thinking that he and Jungkook would have an advantage if only one of the girls had her eye on Yuna.

“Klepto Barbie and Tech Geek are sitting at her booth. I don’t see the other one anywhere close by.” Jungkook’s blood raced with adrenaline, his motivation shifting as he anticipated giving Emmy a run for her money while stealing from Yuna right in front of her face.

He gave a little jog in place, pumping himself up for a jaw-dropping show that would have Emmy wishing she never left him back in the museum restroom. He cracked his neck, bouncing around like he was ready to fight in a boxing match before looking at Jimin. “Let’s show them how to get shit done.”

Jimin’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline as he digested Jungkook’s deranged energy. He’d seen his comrades determined, but this was an all-new attitude, and he wasn’t sure if it would work in their favor or cause complete chaos. Jimin recognized that their femme fatale trio became a distraction during their missions, but he enjoined the game of it all regardless.

The showmen were gathered toward the entrance of the stage, getting in position. Jimin moved and broke away from Jungkook to get in his spot, glancing at the youngest member one last time. He inhaled deeply, blowing the air out of his lungs slowly as the pressure puffed up his cheeks. “Here we go.”

—

Back in the club space, Emmy was glancing around the atmosphere, seeing if she could spot Jungkook in the midst of the waiters or other staff members. While Yuna and her friends were busy yapping about nonsense, Emmy leaned into Jade. “Where do you think the other two are?”

Jade scanned the crowd, focusing her eyes on the men’s faces rather than their bare torsos. She peeled her gaze away to address Emmy’s question, “He wouldn’t come by himself, right?”

Emmy scoffed as her laughter got caught in her throat. “That one? There’s no way.” Her eyes moved around the room again, expecting the bane of her existence to magically appear.

The audience of women roared with gusto as Emmy felt Yuna bounce in excitement in the booth. She swiveled her attention toward the stage to find a small smoke effect drift over the platform as the lights shifted to illuminate the stage while darkening the rest of the atmosphere. “Just keep your eyes peeled.” She warned Jade before relaxing to enjoy the intro of the infamous performance of Australia’s Magic Men.

The noise became increasingly dense as men stepped out from backstage, keeping their heads down beneath uniform hats or hoodies as they lined up along the edge of the stage. Jade was stunned at how close they got to their booth as one of the performers stood only a couple of feet away. With the lighting focused on the stage, she was able to see the platforms were connected to the elevation of their booth, practically blending the VIP section with the show.

She whirled around, her eyes wide and lips pulled into a tight smile. “Are we technically on stage?”

Yuna could only grin as her eyes feasted on the men waiting for their cue. She bit the tip of her fingernail, concealing the glee behind her hand. “Why do you think it’s the best view in the house?” She giggled as the bass bounced from the speakers, causing small tremors through their limbs.

Jade found her gaze locked on the row of men on stage as they removed their hats and revealed their handsome faces. She was so drawn into their charm as they flexed before the cheering crowd that she nearly missed the soft features of Jimin. She was just as stunned as the moment he kissed her back at the museum when she saw him on stage, never expecting that he would be in this sort of role for a heist. She managed to move away from his bad-boy appearance long enough to spot Jungkook. Ah, that makes more sense.

She turned away from the spectacle to see if Emmy noticed their presence on stage but realized she was too busy scoping the darkened crowd. Jade nudged her side with her elbow, drawing her vivid irises in her direction. “I found them.”

As Emmy followed Jade's gesture, there was a change in the tempo and the men switched positions. She didn’t realize the girls were making room as she was abruptly met with the image of Jungkook crawling on top of their table, smiling at the women who were fawning over him. Her face became stony when his eyes locked with her own, sending her a swift wink as he moved his hips over the surface.

Jade felt her cheeks flare as she watched Jungkook basically fuck the table, shielding her eyes away from his overwhelming display and looking across the stage to focus on a performer that wasn’t so provocative. She found Jimin amongst the dancers and nearly choked when she saw the motion of his hips rolling against the air. She bit her lip with his last words ringing in her ears.

Emmy tried to look unimpressed as Jungkook leaned back on his knees, practically presenting his dick to her on a denim platter. Yuna and her friends tossed money over his thrusting hips and even tucked the bills into the waistband of his jeans. She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to fight the need that stirred between her legs as she imagined stealing another moment with him somewhere private.

She shook her head, cleaning the trash from her mind as she reestablished her goal to rob Yuna blind and have Jungkook make a fool of himself for nothing. She smirked, pulling a single dollar from her clutch and sliding it across the table toward Jungkook. She noticed his eyes flash before he adjusted his playful demeanor, leaning into Emmy. “You’re going to regret that.” He whispered so that only she heard. He was hanging over the edge of the table, hovering close to her face.

“Will I?” She wondered, acting just as coy as he would. She deliberately moved her hand up to her face, curling all her fingers but the middle. She slowly traced the tip of that finger along her hairline to collect ghost strands from across her forehead.

There was another change in the beat and Jungkook was forced to move back onto the center stage. As he moved away from Emmy, he kept his eyes locked on her, his jaw tight as their competitiveness sowed deep within their being.

“Is it over?” Jade broke Emmy’s concentration with her desperate plea.

Emmy chuckled to herself, seeing Jade so severely out of her element. It was one thing to witness the technical expert try her hand at being seductive and suave, but she was easily flustered by handsome men. Being completely surrounded by them was probably more than she could handle. “Not even close.”

Jade whined in her throat, allowing herself to indulge in the men dancing on stage. Most of the moves were thrilling and spectacular entertainment, but then the mixture of sexual motions broke her from her trance, sending heat to encase her entire body. Despite her reservations, she was intrigued when Jimin stepped forward while the others moved toward the back of the stage.

She didn’t realize she was subconsciously letting herself get pulled into his performance as he jumped around, almost hyping himself up. He pulled his hoodie off his torso, letting his tank top underneath lift enough to reveal a peek of what he had hidden beneath. “Wow, look at those arms,” Emmy murmured to herself, looking over Jade’s shoulder as they watched Jimin display himself in front of a large room of starving women.

Jade narrowed her eyes on his ribcage, spotting the subtle hints of black ink seeping through the white fabric of his tank. Then Jimin grabbed the material with two hands before swiftly pulling it apart, the threads snapping smoothly from his strength. Jade was slapped by the image of his ripped body, his muscles shaped by glorious sculptors. Her natural reaction was to scream, but the sound that escaped her lips was muffled by the yells of the women begging for Jimin’s attention.

“Damn, I was not expecting that,” Emmy commented, mildly impressed that the nerd of their group was so built. It was too late before she realized, she started comparing him to Jungkook and nearly slapped herself when she caught herself. She glared at Jungkook as he stood in the background while Jimin had the audience’s attention. She sharpened her stare when she saw he was already watching her. Stupid ass.

Ruby had been enjoying the show in the comforts offered in the back of the club, nursing her third drink for the night. She was thoroughly amused as the women went batshit crazy for the half-dressed men on stage. Even more so when she peered over in the direction of Yuna’s booth to see Jade visibly flustered by the men invading her space.

Despite being so far in the back, Ruby had no issue seeing that two of the men on stage were their foes, and could only imagine they were looking for an easy steal. While part of her wanted to put them in their place, she decided against it, keeping to the shadows to have an element of surprise if they needed it.

As the intro for the performance came to a close, Ruby stirred her drink while she noticed the group of men disbanded to intermingle with the crowd. She immediately recognized Jungkook and Jimin were heading for Yuna’s booth. She sighed, feeling annoyed by the situation as the three men tried to get in their way yet again. “Here we go.” She muttered, subconsciously wondering how they always seemed to be in so many places together.

Jade blinked as the girls sitting around her screamed for Jungkook and Jimin’s attention. They approached directly from center stage, their focus on Yuna before sharing a look to confirm their plans. Jade noticed Jungkook came towards her while Jimin went to the other side of the booth, standing on top of the cushion so that his pelvis was at eye level with one of Yuna’s friends. Her jaw dropped when he seemed to thrust his clothed dick in her face, watching the muscles of his back flex with every pump of his hips.

“I hope you enjoyed the show.” Jade nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder as Jungkook poked his head between herself and Emmy. She shivered away from his tantalizing touch as he smiled at her, knowing she was salivating over his friend.

Emmy scoffed in the back of her throat, catching Jungkook’s attention immediately. He moved to place himself completely behind Emmy, leaning over the back of the booth to invade her space. “Did you have something to say, baby girl?” The hand he used to tease Jade had slipped down the cushion and traced along Emmy’s spine as he grinned against her ear. “I like this on you…easy access.”

Emmy bit the inside of her cheek to fight the sensations dancing between her thighs as he chuckled deeply in her ear. After taking a moment to collect herself, she finally turned her head, facing him head-on as she painted her image with indifference. “I mean, if you call that a show.” She vaguely critiqued, initiating a battle of wits between them.

She felt a spark of excitement as his smile turned sour, the muscles in his jaw tightening with frustration as his lips pressed together. He chuckled again, this time almost menacingly. “Just wait, you haven’t seen nothing yet.” He plucked the thin chain of her top playfully before slipping away to schmooze Yuna.

Emmy crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes as she watched Jungkook whisper in Yuna’s ear. Yuna was more than giddy to have him so close, but Emmy was feeling a pit in her stomach as she focused on the placement of his hands as they moved from the tops of Yuna’s shoulders and then down her arms.

He smiled after saying something to the rich girl, his eyes flicking over to meet Emmy’s glare. Yuna nodded her head, allowing him to grab her hand before standing to slip out of the booth. “Excuse me,” Yuna said politely as Jungkook guided her to center stage where a chair was patiently waiting for her.

Jungkook grinned proudly as he spun Yuna in front of the audience, catching their attention for the next event of the evening. Still holding her hand, he helped her find her seat in the chair which was facing towards the crowd. The women roared as Jungkook stood at the edge of the stage and slowly slipped out of his vest. Yuna beamed with excitement to be on stage, getting this special treatment while everyone watched them.

Jungkook swayed to the beat of the music, stepping side to side as he slowly plucked the buttons on his shirt, revealing hints of his bare abdomen as he traveled down the length of his button-down shirt. He went to pull the shirt off, but stopped, playfully shaking his finger at the audience as he turned to face Yuna. He dropped to his knees, pushing her legs apart as he settled between them before dramatically ripping his shirt off. He happily displayed his body to Yuna, encouraging his victim to run her hands over his muscles.

Emmy sucked her teeth with annoyance as she watched Yuna and Jungkook interact, listening to Yuna’s friends encouraging her from the sidelines. Emmy was starting to lose circulation in her arms as she pressed them tightly across her chest. She watched with keen interest as Jungkook rolled himself against Yuna’s front, looking like he was fucking into her core as he stood back up from his knees. He then moved off to the side and dragged her chair towards him so that her back was facing the booth Emmy was sitting at.

She felt a hitch in her throat when Jungkook moved between Yuna’s thighs again, repeating the rolls against her body continuously as his gaze fixated on Emmy. She was forced back to the images of him fucking her in the airplane lavatory as he mimicked the same expressions on his face. She cleared her throat as the phantom sensations invaded her being, squeezing her legs together to smother the muscle memory.

“Oh my god.” She heard someone at the booth utter as Jungkook slid back down to his knees and placed his head down between Yuna’s thighs. Emmy bit her lip, imagining how his tongue would feel, replacing the flutter in her stomach with a warm pool. Jungkook pulled Yuna off the edge of the chair, his hands moving to tuck themselves beneath her thighs so that he could lift her up on his shoulders.

The noise in the space was deafening as women screamed to see him effortlessly carry her in the air with her legs wrapped around his neck. Yuna was flushed from the attention, her eyes shining bright in wonder at the sweet torture this performer was putting her through. Emmy had a mess of emotions swirling in her body and it was creating a monster of jealousy and lust as she watched the spectacle on stage.

Suddenly her view was obstructed by a bright white pair of jeans, more specifically the zipper. The cushion around her shifted as Jimin straddled her lap, leaning over her to hold himself up on the back of the booth. She glared up at him as he smirked down at her. “Get away from me.” She hissed under her breath, feeling the rage part of her emotions bubble over everything else she was feeling.

Jimin jumped down from the cushion, still straddling her as his thighs pressed over her own. “So you’ll fuck my partners, but not me? That doesn’t seem fair.” His smug grin really had her wishing to slap him right then and there, but she knew if she harmed any of the performers she would be thrown out of the place and cut their chances of stealing from Yuna.

“I don’t go for short guys,” Emmy smirked when she saw his eyes flash wildly, nostrils flaring.

Jimin physically fought with himself to keep his mouth shut, he was in no position to be hostile to a customer, but his blood boiled by her insult. It didn’t actually bother him that Emmy had slept with his comrades, but the comment damaged his ego. He finally pulled away from her, fixing his smile as he moved on to the next woman in the group.

He froze when he trapped Jade beneath him, watching her eyes dance over his figure. He felt a pit deep in his stomach as Emmy’s words replayed over and over again in his head. Jade’s wide eyes and flushed expression made him remember their encounter at the museum, where she almost made the same reference to his height as Emmy. He cringed with embarrassment, the insecurity digging further into his subconscious.

“Damn it.” He quickly slipped away from Jade, feeling her warmth leave as he escaped to the back for a short break. He hated that what Emmy said bothered him, but it was one thing that always made him feel inferior to Jungkook and Taehyung. He knew he was just as handsome, intelligent, and had muscles for days, but there was nothing he could do about his stature; a feature women often looked at.

Once Jimin was gone, Emmy found her gaze back on the stage stunned to find Yuna’s legs now wrapped around Jungkook’s waist as he bounced her over his crotch. He had one hand supporting her back as the other grabbed her ass, moving her to grind over his pelvis. Yuna clawed at his shoulders, gasping with every hit against her covered pussy, completely unaware that Jungkook was performing solely for Emmy’s attention.

His heated stare was still locked onto the brunette with the fantastic tits, hitting his mark against Yuna with purpose. He wanted to make sure she remembered how good he made her feel and to find her way back to him when she was beyond rationality. He wanted to drive her absolutely mad, and it was working.

Jungkook slowly let Yuna down from his arms, turning her around to bend her over the chair. Making sure to still face Emmy and the other girls at the booth as he pounded his hips against her ass. The chair screeched against the stage with every force of his hips, his abdominal muscles clenching as he imagined Emmy in Yuna’s position with nothing in their way.

Emmy was overwhelmed by it all. When they originally planned to come here, she never imagined any performer would make her feel this way, but Jungkook had yet again proved to force his way into her every thought and Emmy had no idea what to do. How did she let him worm his way into her brain to the point where she could still feel him?

Jungkook finally ended his personal dance with Yuna with an aggressive ending of bouncing her against the chair, acting as if he met his end before slumping against her back. He gasped in her ear, slightly tired from the performance as he let his muscles relax.

Emmy gnawed on her bottom lip, watching as Jungkook helped Yuna off to the side so that another performer could do their segment. Just before they reached the booth, Yuna stopped him, leaning up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear. Emmy’s eyes narrowed as Jungkook flashed his pupils in her direction, pulling away from Yuna to give a smile. Her interest was piqued when he nodded, his lips moving subtly before Yuna happily squealed.

Yuna clicked her heels across the stage as she shuffled toward the booth, slamming her hands on the table as she looked at the girls. “I’ll be back, I’m getting a private dance.” She said confidently.

Emmy heard various of her friends encourage her to “get it” making sure to hand over her wallet to pay for Jungkook’s service. Yuna happily tucked her wallet under her arm, a seductive smile creeping over her features as she turned back to Jungkook. He slipped his arm around her waist, glancing back once to see Emmy glaring at him before laughing under his breath and guiding Yuna to the private section.

Emmy had been so distracted by Jungkook’s presence that she barely noticed that Yuna took her wallet, which meant there was less for her to steal until she came back from her session. However, she was far more concerned with the extent of Jungkook’s services. She wasn’t sure what a place like this allowed, or how far Yuna was willing to pay for attention. Emmy knew she had no problem being spotlighted and would do just about anything to get it.

If it was anything like the hustles she did in the past, their session could be anything from Jungkook being completely naked for her eyes only to get the same impressions he left within Emmy. She tapped her foot on the ground, agitated that she had no idea what would happen on the other side of the curtain and that it bothered her at all.

—

As the crowd simmered down from their feral screams and hollers over the group of sexually charged dancers, Jade sat back in the booth, thankful for a break from the explicit views of the male body. She let a sigh escape the barrier of her lips as she turned her attention onto Emmy who sat tense beside her. Jade narrowed her eyes at her youngest partner, noticing her still glaring in the direction that Yuna and Jungkook disappeared.

“What’s wrong?” Jade leaned closer to her, speaking just loud enough for her teammate to hear her over the loud music. Emmy chewed on the inside of her lip, fighting the bubbling jealousy threatening to snap her rationality as she shifted her gaze back onto the eldest yet most naive of the trio.

“Nothing.” There was a little more bite in her tone than she intended which caused Jade to raise her eyebrow suspiciously. Emmy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned her attention onto one of the dancers walking around in the crowd not too far from their private booth. “I’m just annoyed that they keep finding us and meddling in our shit.” Emmy hissed, trying to use any excuse to cover the fact that she hated the reality of Jungkook and Yuna slipping away together.

Jade nodded in agreement, equally suspicious as to why the boys seemed to show up every couple of hustles. Just when they are getting back into a groove, the male trio seemed to end up exactly where they are.

Their conversation was quickly cut short as loud boisterous laughter echoed beside them as Yuna’s entourage giggled up a storm. Emmy shifted her stare out of curiosity, noticing the redhead of the group approaching them with a large smile stretched across her lips. “We just paid for body shots!” She roared excitedly as she grabbed one of the shot glasses from the table, downing it in a single gulp as her features scrunched from the burn of the liquor. “Come on!”

Emmy contemplated joining in the activity until she realized this would be the perfect opportunity to be left alone to search the girl’s belongings. “I’ve got my eye on that dancer.” Emmy grinned, pointing out a random performer who seemed to do nothing for her the way Jungkook did. She lifted her hand to pat Jade on the back, a malicious grin pulling at her cheeks. “She’ll join you.” She beamed, watching the color quickly disappear from Jade’s complexion.

Emmy chuckled sinisterly as the ditzy redhead grabbed Jade’s arm, eagerly pulling her out of the booth to follow them. Jade felt her mind turn to mush as she was plucked from her comfortable sanctuary in the booth, turning back to give Emmy a silent plea for help. Instead, she found the youngest grinning in satisfaction, bending her hand slowly as she bid her friend farewell. Jade narrowed her eyes at the sensual brunette, shaking her head as she was tugged along further.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Jade mouthed as Emmy simply pointed to her ear, pretending it was too loud to understand her. Jade knew Emmy was the best at reading lips out of their trio. She was purposely fucking with her, and Jade would not forget her tricks.

Jade turned her body to face the direction in which she was being led, her eyes widening as she noticed Yuna’s friends standing around the bartop that salaciously had a dancer draped across the top with their bare torso exposed. She was thankful to see a pair of jeans still snug around their waist.

She took a deep breath, realizing that this shouldn’t be too bad. It wasn’t until she saw one of the girls pull their hair back before latching their lips over the male’s abdomen, sucking the liquor from the crevices of his body that her complexion blanched further. Her mind was spinning, completely distraught at the thought of sucking alcohol from someone’s body like a complete savage.

Jade found the comfort of the bar, leaning into the surface as she watched the women throw themselves at the dancer for an opportunity to be next. She shook her head in disbelief, surprised to find these women so eager to have a taste of a complete stranger.

She took the opportunity to look around, finding Ruby tucked into a booth at the back of the establishment, a drink nestled in her hand as she was speaking to one of the shirtless waiters. Jade envied her position, knowing the nice buzz of alcohol was exactly what she needed at a time like this. She was the brains of the operation, not someone who indulged in the sin of it all, even if some of it was strangely tempting to her.

Her eyes continued scanning the atmosphere of the club, suddenly landing on Taehyung who was walking toward the private booth where Emmy was surely rummaging through the girl’s belongings. Jade had half a mind to leave and warn her, knowing that if anyone could handle Taehyung, it was Emmy.

Jade’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice, horror etching on her features as she turned her attention back to the body shot as she noticed the dancer was switching positions with another dancer. She blinked in shock as Jimin relieved the performer, flashing a devilish grin to the girls as he laid across the bartop, his toned abdomen ready for the taking.

From her angle, Jade could see the moon phases tattoo on his back as he smoothly hopped onto the surface, her face instantly turning red as she realized women were about to drink from his body. “Who’s next?” He asked with a smirk, laying back as he rested his arms behind his head to keep a view of the women surrounding him.

Jade took this as her opportunity to make a quick run for it, trying to escape from the group of overly excited women as she turned away from Jimin’s alluring physique. She let out the breath she was subconsciously holding in as she desperately pushed past the crowd of gathering women, thankful when her sights became focused back on their private booth.

Just as she took a step forward, she felt an arm snake around hers, effortlessly tugging her back into the pit of lust and desire as she was whirled around to face the familiar redhead who suggested body shots in the first place. “It’s Jade’s turn.” She hummed triumphantly as she pushed her hands against Jade’s back, guiding her forward as women stepped aside, revealing Jimin still lusciously draped across the bartop.

Jade’s heart raced, the sound deafening as it pounded through her eardrums, unable to conceal how red her features were becoming. Jimin’s sinful smirk suddenly vanished as his eyes met Jade’s, shock threatening to etch over his features as one of his enemies, attractive and obnoxiously cute enemies, approached him.

It didn’t take long for Jimin to catch onto her embarrassment, his smirk returning slowly as mischief hijacked his reasoning. He waved down the bartender, smiling brightly as the bartender brought over a new tray of shot glasses filled with sweet liquor.

“Your turn, huh beautiful?” Jimin’s more flirtatious side was making a presence as he locked eyes with Jade, grabbing one of the shot glasses before flexing the muscles in his abdomen, causing his skin to concave between the straining muscles.

The girls around them squealed in delight as Jimin seductively poured the liquor into the divot just above his belly button, grinning mischievously as he set the glass down as he placed his hands behind his head to get a delicious view of Jade sucking the alcohol from his body. “Go ahead.” His voice dipped into a deeper register, causing chills to rake up Jade’s spin. “I don’t bite.”

Jade felt the encouraging tap of Yuna’s friends against her back as she hesitantly stepped forward, losing her footing slightly, her face meeting the chiseled frame that was Jimin. She bit the inside of her lip nervously as thoughts of her teammates crossed her mind. Ruby and Emmy wouldn’t hesitate in a moment like this, yet here she was a fumbling mess.

Her eyes shot up from his torso to find his devilishly sinister grin, a glimmer dancing behind his irises as if questioning if she would actually do the deed, or if she’d chicken out. Cheers from around them seemed to get louder as Jade suddenly felt challenged. She could either walk away or grab the bull by the horn and do something daring for once.

In a moment of split decision, she tossed her hair back over her shoulder, leaning forward to latch her lips around the small crevice between Jimin’s abdomen. She felt him jolt slightly from beneath her as the sweet yet burning sensation of tequila danced along her tongue. She hummed happily at the warmth of the alcohol, dipping her tongue to help collect more of the beverage as a low almost inaudible groan festered in Jimin’s chest, just loud enough for only her ears to hear.

Jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of Jade salaciously devouring the liquid from his body, the warmth of her lips and tongue instantly igniting a heat throughout his limbs. He desperately fought the twitch of his member thankfully still contained within his jeans as he drank in the sight of her sucking against his skin.

Jade popped off his body with a satisfied sigh, offering the girls a victorious grin as they hollered in approval. She felt powerful, finally understanding the adrenaline rush Emmy and Ruby must feel when they do such daring things. She giggled as her mind swirled from the crowd, turning her attention back onto Jimin who propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at her.

Jade seductively brought her thumb up to her lip, wiping access tequila from the flesh as she offered him an uncharacteristic wink. “But I do.” Her cheeks instantly flushed red from the comment, mentally smacking herself over the head at implying that she would bite back.

While Jade inwardly cringed at her newfound confidence, Jimin was left speechless, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly at the reality of the girl's tech nerd suddenly transforming into an alluring vixen who had him in a chokehold. He gulped back his arousal as Jade joined the group of women, leaving Jimin surrounded by a few more girls waving bills around in hopes of getting a taste of him.

—

While Jade was keeping the girls out to play, Emmy made her move as she slid across the booth to find Yuna’s clutch. She sat comfortably when she saw Yuna’s initials embroidered with diamonds on the side of the bag, pulling it over her lap to rummage through. Yuna might have taken her wallet, but there had to be something Emmy could steal in its contents.

She immediately found makeup that looked as flawless as it was expensive. “She’s got the good stuff.” She muttered to herself, recognizing the brand from its exquisite product label and capsule design. She contemplated stealing that for herself, wondering if Yuna’s complexion matched anyone from the trio, but decided against it. “That’s too petty.” A girl without her makeup felt naked, surely there’s something more valuable to steal.

As she placed the product back in the clutch, a hand reached down over her shoulder and ripped the bag away from her. Emmy whipped around to find Taehyung, still posing as a waiter with his elbows resting comfortably over the back of the booth. He smiled lazily as he waved the clutch around, leaning into Emmy. “That seems pretty invasive. I don’t think you’re being a very good friend, sweetheart.” He pouted mockingly, swiftly pulling the clutch out of reach when she went to snatch it.

She laughed sarcastically, “Wow, invasive…I’m surprised you know what that means.” She turned her body, leaning up on her knees to face him as she attempted to grab the bag again. “Give it back, asshole.”

Despite her snappy remarks, Taehyung was confident that they had the upper hand. “What exactly were you planning to steal, my little klepto? Her money is with JK.” He playfully swung the clutch back and forth, just enough to make Emmy chase it before she groaned in exasperation.

“I’m not your anything.” She said quickly, glaring at him as he moved around the back of the booth to sit with her. She plopped herself back into the cushion as he leaned in close, practically hovering.

“No, no, you’re my little slut, isn’t that right?” He brushed his lips over her own, watching with amusement as she moved away from him, cursing him out with a soft hiss. He chuckled as he followed her along the booth, trapping her under his lustful gaze. “Come on, you were begging for me not too long ago. Don’t act all coy now.”

Emmy pushed her hand against his chest, keeping him from leaning further into her. “I was intoxicated, which means I had zero control of my judgment.” She elaborated, feeling as if this conversation would never end. She sighed internally, thinking to herself how she would never make a bad decision again. “Not to mention, you weren’t even that good.”

Taehyung grinned, unashamed and undeterred by her cruel hits against his manhood. “Yeah, tell that to the stain you left on my pants.” He tutted softly to himself, “That was my favorite suit.”

Emmy scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Regardless of what you think, you’re partner is a better fuck than you any day.” She made a noise of triumphant in her throat, swiftly turning her head away from him as if she were ending the bickering with her statement.

However, Taehyung obnoxiously and dramatically conveyed his understanding with a boisterous, “Ah, now I get it. You like JK!”

Emmy nearly snapped her neck, glaring back at him in defense. “No, absolutely not.” She argued, not realizing her denial was far too quick.

Taehyung only chuckled in response. “Sorry, I stand corrected. You like his dick.”

“You’re an idiot.” She dismissed his statement immediately hiding behind her fortress as she pelted insults to steer him away.

Taehyung leaned back, still grinning like the cat that ate the canary. He had utter joy from watching Emmy act so stone cold, despite how easily she crumbled when Jungkook set his sights on her. He started to understand why Jungkook always looked forward to following them around. Yeah, he got some sex out of it sometimes, but playing this game of cat and mouse was just as thrilling.

“You know…I wonder what JK is doing with Yuna.” Taehyung threw out nonchalantly, peering at Emmy from the corner of his eye to see her go still. “She seemed pretty eager to be alone with him and I’ve heard rumors of places like this.”

Emmy bit her lip, imagination running wild. She never saw JK do anything like this with any other woman and had no idea how far he would go to make a quick buck. She had a vague idea of Taehyung's history, but she wondered if Jungkook had been in any situations remotely similar. She nervously chuckled, disguising the sound as genuine laughter, “He must be desperate if he sleeps with her here.”

Taehyung could read her pretty well from her closed-off body language. He threw his arm over the back of the booth, brushing his hand ever so slightly across her shoulder. “I just wonder who he’ll like more, you or Yuna?” The notorious fuck boy of the group, bit the inside of his cheek as he watched Emmy falter. Her features shifted for only a moment before she collected herself calmly and cooly.

“Well you can waste your time, I have better things to do.” She huffed, slipping away from his arm and getting out of the booth to find Ruby. Her emotions were a whirlwind and she needed a break from the irritating presence of Taehyung. She hated that he managed to get under her skin so easily about Jungkook and who he spent his time with. The plan for tonight was quickly turned on its head, but she had an idea that might work.

She chewed the flesh on the inside of her cheek, marching toward the back of the club until she spotted her friend surrounded by drinks. “Hey, I need you to keep an eye on Yuna when she comes back out.” She barely even let Ruby register that she was talking to her before making the request.

Ruby almost choked on her drink from the abrupt interruption, not anticipating Emmy to come over to her during their time there. “Why?” She coughed, clearing her throat of the remnants of liquid clinging to her esophagus.

“She took her wallet into the private rooms with one of the three stooges. I can possibly grab whatever they take and we can bolt out of here.” It wasn’t the original plan, but it would certainly kill two birds with one stone in Emmy’s case. Not only would she beat JK at his own game, but she’d get to leave one last impression before they parted ways, ensuring he remembered her over Yuna.

Emmy waited patiently, sparing the stage an occasional glance as guy after guy did their routine on stage, amping up the female fantasy of their ideal man. The curtain leading toward the backrooms was pulled to the side, causing her to step back into the crowd to blend in as Yuna stepped out into the club.

She had a girlish smile on her face as she had the tip of her long fingernail between her teeth. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jungkook following after her and they exchanged a few words before she maneuvered through the hustle and bustle. Emmy slipped through a group of screaming women, coming face to face with Jungkook as she mimicked his pose.

Jungkook paused as Emmy stepped in front of him, his eyes catching the sight of a hundred-dollar bill between two fingers. He chuckled to himself, feeling a small pebble of sweat along his brow. “Really?”

Emmy let her gaze travel down his lean torso, admiring the way his waist naturally cinched despite the size of his pectorals. Her confident smirk dropped when she noticed his pants were unzipped and unbuttoned along with his belt. The jeans hung loosely off his hips, and all she could picture was the way he looked between Yuna’s legs. She snapped herself out of it, fixing her features as she met his eyes again. “You willing to do a private dance?”

Jungkook laughed, unable to fight the surge of excitement coursing through his body that he and Emmy were switching the roles in which they first started their sexual history. “Sure.” He remembered her simple reply to his inquiry back in Vegas and found it fitting that it was coming back around.

Emmy grinned as he turned back to the curtain to open it for her. “Now, I get to stare at your tits this time. “ She swiftly stepped past him, pausing long enough to flick his nipple.

Jungkook flinched from the sudden jolt that ran through his body. He covered the impacted flesh, swiftly reaching down to slap her ass. “You better watch it, baby girl. I can have you removed for that kind of behavior.” He teased, showing her to their private section.

Emmy giggled as she followed him, looking around at the area in question. It wasn’t anything that she expected, considering how many strip clubs she’s performed at. The room was pretty bare other than one of the stage chairs and the simple curtains to separate the area from the club. She peered around Jungkook to see a hallway run along the back of the stage with a few doors. “This is the private room?”

Jungkook shrugged, “Yeah, kind of. They don’t really do private dances, it’s not like a gentlemen’s club.”

“Oh.” Emmy was surprised, to say the least. “So if it's not a thing, why did you bring Yuna back here?”

Jungkook grinned, a knowing look in his eyes. “I told her, I’d make an exception.”

Emmy pursed her lips together, unimpressed by his excuse, realizing he was using the privacy of the backroom to steal from the influencer. The irony of an influencer falling for the influence of a con artist was not lost on her. “Ha, exception, right. And what about me?” She curled her brow with curiosity, her vague intrigue being the only thing she was willing to showcase on her features.

Jungkook raised his arm, leaning into the archway of the door as he hovered over Emmy. “I’ve always made an exception for you.”

Emmy nearly yelped in pain as she bit the inside of her cheeks to fight the smile from curling over her lips. However, her eyes couldn’t hide the sparkle that shined when she heard those words leave his lips, and she certainly couldn’t control the way her stomach flipped. She bit her lip as the sensation settled, moving to sit in the chair with a roll of her eyes. “I haven’t got all day.”

Jungkook smirked as he stepped into the small space that doubled as a changing room for the performers. He pushed the chair back until Emmy was pressed against the wall. As he moved her, the clink of his unbuckled belt called to her attention, causing scenes from the stage to play in her head. “Did you have your fun with Yuna?” She asked, trying to play it off that she was more curious about his success rather than be jealous.

Jungkook peered down at the way his pants pulled apart at the zipper, revealing his black briefs. He glanced up at her from behind the curtain of his hair sweeping over his eyes. “Yeah, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. Think you can handle yourself?”

Emmy scowled, crossing her arms over her chest as she brought her leg over the other. “That depends if you have something I want.”

Jungkook lifted her leg up, spreading her thighs apart so that he could step between them. He hovered over her, gripping the back of her chair. “I already told you to come to me for all your needs.” He gave her a playful wink, rolling his body against her own until the fly of his briefs was inches from her face.

Emmy instinctively uncrossed her arms and pushed his pelvis from being so close. “That’s not what I meant.” She grumbled, feeling her irritation resurface. The idea that Yuna touched Jungkook bothered her, and now she was determined to get what she came for and blow this popsicle stand as soon as possible.

“Aw, come on, baby girl. Indulge me.” Jungkook pouted lightly, wishing she would get off the high horse that she insistently rode until she was riding something else of his. He pushed away from the back of the chair, reaching down to grab her hands before dragging them along his bare torso. “Yeah, just like that.”

Emmy marveled over the firm bumps across his abdomen for a brief moment before she snapped her hands away from his body. “I’m not falling for your stupid tricks.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, locking his jaw tightly as she continued being difficult. “I thought you wanted a private dance?”

Emmy leaned up in the chair, glaring back up at him. “Yeah, I did, but you’ve only been talking.”

Jungkook laughed sarcastically, the sound dark and resonant of spite. “Okay, I see how it’s gonna be…fine.” He reached down toward his waist, messing with the loops that tethered his belt around his body, pulling it sharply from his body. The force caused the leather end to snap like a whip against the wall, making Emmy jump from the sudden sound beside her head.

Jungkook placed the leather between his teeth, his enamel digging into the rough material as he pushed her knees together to straddle her thighs. Emmy went to push him off her, but he grabbed her wrists and used his strength to move them behind her back. He slipped the belt from his mouth, using it to tie around her hands as makeshift handcuffs.

“What the hell are you doing?” She hissed fighting to pull her hands from the confinement. She tried to kick her legs up against his groin, but his strong thighs held her completely still as he disabled the use of her arms. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the darkness swirl in his pupils as his features pulled back into a rigid scowl.

Once the belt was secured around her wrists, he leaned back just enough to watch her struggle. He traced his fingertips down her sides, causing her nerves to spike from the teasing stimulation. “That’s much better.” His face illuminated significantly as he noticed how on edge Emmy was from having almost no control over the situation.

She wanted to scream as he skimmed across her sides, brushing over her skin while she was forcibly exposed to him for his enjoyment. “Ugh, I swear when I get out-”

She was rendered speechless as Jungkook slipped something from his back pocket and shoved it in her face. She let her eyes adjust to the sudden item placed in her proximity to see a gold credit card. “Is this what you wanted?” He teased, watching as she glared up at him. He smiled, tucking the card into the front of his jeans just enough to show off a sliver before straightening his posture to lean over Emmy. “Then take it.” He grinned as he rolled his pelvis towards her face, the card just out of reach since her hands were tied behind her back.

“I hate you.” She tried to pull her hands free once again, groaning in frustration when the belt held her firmly in place.

Jungkook chuckled, gripping the waistband of his jeans and dragging his hands over the seam of the denim as if pulling the material from his waist. “Just enjoy yourself, stop making it harder on yourself.” He slowly pushed his jeans down his hips, stopping at the top of his thighs.

Emmy felt her limbs relax from the peek of his toned muscles hidden beneath his pants, imagining them squeezed over her thighs again. She bit her lip, wondering if Jungkook would continue to pull them down, but it seemed he had other plans as he pulled them back up his hips. “Nah, you haven’t earned it yet.”

A groan rumbled in her throat, but she wasn’t sure it was frustration from being tied up or teased. She tried to disguise her thoughts with darkened features, trying to convey her irritation with Jungkook and his schemes. She steeled her expression as Jungkook got down on his knees and pushed her legs apart. While her walls seemed to clench in anticipation, her face held firm to veil her desire for the man that plagued her.

Jungkook searched her face, waiting for the moment she broke to swoop in and ravage her the way he wanted, but until then, he would torment her. He wanted her desperate and begging for him, but he found the challenge much harder when she wasn’t tipsy. He peered up at her from between her thighs, his breath drifting over her clothed vagina and creating a soothing warmth.

After a moment, Jungkook felt overwhelmed with lust, wanting nothing more than to rip the jeans from her body and devour her taste. He growled in his throat, using his hand to push her legs up and leaving her exposed to his treatment as she could only take what was given. He leaned forward, encasing her denim-clad pussy with his mouth, flattening his tongue over the rough material that separated them.

Emmy whimpered as his heat collided against her own pool of warmth sitting deep in the pit of her stomach. The warmth traveled up her body, overtaking her senses as she longed to feel him again. Her once stony expression started to crack as he chiseled at her sanity, letting her features relax into the sensations of his touch. “JK…”

Hearing her slowly crumble and speak his name, had Jungkook feral as he bit into her thigh with the protection of her jeans. “Do you know how much I wanted to take you up on that stage?” He adjusted her on his shoulders, encouraging her thighs to squeeze around his head so he was engulfed by her. He then lifted her up against the chair, placing her back on the edge so that her arms were still tied around her back, but not caught on the chair.

“More than Yuna?” She asked, not realizing she had given herself away in her haze of lust.

Jungkook stood back up, humming with delight from her question. “Ah, so you were jealous?” He cupped her cheeks in his palms, brushing his nose along the tip of her own. “Good, that’s what I was aiming for.”

Before she could respond, he dipped down to hoist her up and encouraged her legs around his waist. He turned with her in his arms, his hands supporting her ass as he pressed her into the wall. “Ow!” Emmy felt uncomfortable pressure on her limbs as her spine curved over her tied wrists.

Jungkook leaned his torso away, moving his hips gradually against her own as his jeans began slipping down his legs. He didn’t bother apologizing as he continued on the subject of his performance on stage with Yuna. “If I would have brought you on stage, I would have shown everyone that you belong to me…V, Yuna, Chimmy…everyone.”

Emmy could feel every flex of his muscles as he pumped his groin between her legs, grinding his hardening length against her warmth with only a few articles of clothing standing in their way. Emmy had hit another fork in the road, one leading down a path that relished in his possessiveness and the other reclaiming her independence. However, the rage from him saying Yuna’s name in exasperation fueled her response. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

Jungkook snapped his hips hard against her, making her gasp from the impact against her clit. “Is that right? So if I checked, you wouldn’t be absolutely dripping?” His hands squeezed her ass, pushing her against his stiff member. “I’m pretty sure you’re soaking, baby girl.”

Emmy blinked away some of the lust coursing through her body, trying to keep afloat as Jungkook tried to pull her under with every motion of his hips. “Look who's talking…You’ve been trying to fuck me on this wall for the last few minutes.” She snapped, still feeling the firm poke of his dick against her thigh.

Jungkook moved away from the wall, slowly drifting them down to the floor before turning her on her stomach and dragging her up onto her knees as he kneeled behind her. Jungkook pulled back on her shoulder keeping her upright as she was forced to look into a mirror that was on the opposite side of the small room. He pushed her legs apart and pressed his groin against her ass, looking at their reflection as if he were fucking her from behind.

His hand slid over her throat, bringing her against his torso as he whispered in her ear. “You can pretend all you want, but we both know I can have you any way I want.” He used his available hand to unclasp the chain at the back of her neck, allowing the metal sequins to fall at her waist. “God, I fucking love these.” His hands were now cupping her naked breasts, warming the flesh that was exposed to the cool air conditioning.

“Why don’t you untie my hands and see if you’re so cocky?” Emmy shivered from the contrast of his warmth invading the plains of her skin, conquering her body piece by piece as she was left defenseless.

Jungkook grinned at her challenge, moving his hand to fiddle with the belt buckled around her wrists as he traced his lips along her shoulder blade. “I bet you forgot why you even came back here.” He mentioned as the leather started to fall away.

Emmy blinked, realizing that in her efforts to fight against Jungkook and his teasing that she did in fact forget about Yuna’s credit card burning a hole in his front pocket. With her hands-free of his belt, she reached down to cup his length, letting her fingers curl around his girth as she turned in his arms. Jungkook cursed, causing pride to seep into every fiber of her being while his eyes drank in the vision of her breasts brushing against his torso. “Whose in control now?” She smirked, slowly stroking him through the fabric of his briefs.

Jungkook grunted, gripping the back of her thighs and forcing her on her back. “Still me.” He pulled her hand from his cock and trapped them up by her head, stretching her naked torso for his viewing pleasure. He dug his boner into the juncture between her legs, rubbing the bundle of nerves hidden beneath her jeans. “I don’t know how you think you can steal from me when you’re so preoccupied.” He rolled his hips against her, causing a hitch in her throat as he stimulated her.

“That’s why I don’t work alone.” She shamelessly moaned, feeling needy for more.

Jungkook moved to straddle her waist, watching her ample mounds bounce from the jostle of her body while he shifted their positions. He hovered over her, meeting her eyes as he smirked. “I wouldn’t rely on those two. Ruby is probably lost at the bottom of her fourth bottle and Jade is probably having a mental breakdown.”

“I can manage just fine.” Her words were unstable as she panted, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jungkook chuckled as he continued moving against her, feeling her essence soak through to the cotton of his briefs. “See, I don’t think you can considering you end up in these positions almost every time, baby girl.” He leaned in close, brushing their lips together as he tutted. “You say you’re not going to fall for my tricks, but you do it every time.”

Emmy froze, registering his words carefully. Tricks. She frowned, feeling the buzz of desire sizzle out. So all the times that he came around pursuing her were tricks? She mentally replayed every interaction between them that eventually led to her demise as the pieces of a puzzle clicked together. Jungkook wasn’t fucking with her for the fun of it, no. He was targeting her, hustling her this whole time.

Emmy narrowed her eyes, her chest rising and falling as she ignored the way his pupils kept drifting down her body. “I wouldn’t underestimate us, we’ve beaten you before.” She managed to slip one of her hands from his hold, moving quickly to grab the back of his head. “And I don’t plan to leave empty-handed.” She yanked him down, crashing his lips against her own as she caught him by surprise.

Jungkook groaned as he melted into her, dipping his tongue against the seam of her lips to deepen the kiss. Emmy allowed him to conquer her mouth as she used this opportunity to mount his lap, letting his hands map out the curves of her body as she moved slowly toward the front of his pants. Jungkook happily squeezed her tits, breaking away from her lips long enough to wrap his tongue around her nipple.

Emmy gasped as she let him indulge in her assets, pinching the gold credit card that still peeked out of his pocket. She slowly pulled the item from his pocket, praying that he was enamored with her boobs long enough to slip it into her jeans. She moved her hips against his length, sending shocks of arousal coursing through his body while he moved to her other neglected bud.

She bit back the noise of triumph she wanted to shout when she managed to retrieve the credit card before tucking it in her back pocket. She pulled Jungkook’s mouth away from her nipple, crashing her lips back onto his. She latched her teeth against his lip piercing and gently pulled at his soft flesh, flicking her tongue out over the indentions she left on his lip.

Jungkook groaned, chasing after her lips for another demonstration, but her fingers dove into his hair, tugging the strands back as she simply brushed his lips with her own. “I’m done here.” Jungkook looked confused as she quickly slipped away from him, fixing her top by connecting the chain link around her neck.

“We barely got started.” His brow was furrowed as he looked up at her with hooded eyes, the blood rushing through his cock was slowly dispersing to the rest of his body.

Once her top was securely fastened, she showed off the card she stole from his pocket with her teeth gleaming as he continued to sit on the floor. “I win.” She said proudly, shaking the card in his face as if tempting him to take it out of her hands. Jungkook looked at the card for a moment, his features unreadable until a large grin slapped itself on his face and laughter raked his body. Emmy recoiled, unsure how to process his reaction. “What’s so funny?”

Jungkook didn’t respond right away as he slowly rose to his feet, still battling with the hearty chuckles attacking his diaphragm. He was able to zip up his jeans now that his erection was gone, fixing himself up before finally looking at Emmy with pure joy on his face. “You actually think I’d just take a credit card?”

Emmy frowned, looking at the card in her hand, suddenly realizing the numbers were a generic mess and the name printed on it wasn’t a name at all. She tossed the card back at him, hitting him square on his bare chest. “What did you take then?”

Jungkook was finally able to settle his laughter, drying the corner of his eye of the small tear that accumulated during his enjoyment. “Nothing, I scanned her information onto a device and V grabbed it before she had any idea.” He leaned back against the wall, his cocky demeanor thriving on her frustration. “I hope that lap dance was worth it.” He winked.

Emmy huffed, annoyed that she let him take advantage of her for nothing. Her plans went to complete shit and that’s just what he intended. She threw up her middle finger, moving quickly to leave the area and find the others in hopes that they managed to gain something from tonight’s events.

After Emmy was gone, Jungkook kept a smile on his face as he felt an anvil drop in the pit of his stomach. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he replayed the flicker of hurt in her eyes when he admitted to playing her. In the beginning, it was all just a game to him. He would chase as she tried to run, he would dangle her off the edge and then give her a small piece of himself just enough to keep her interested.

However, after she slept with Taehyung things changed, and Jungkook learned about all the things she shared with his partner, he felt irritated that there might be other men who had a taste of her. Jungkook was many things but jealousy was not one of them, at least not until he met her. He might have enjoyed using Yuna as payback, but he needed to rebuild the boundaries of their dynamic. He didn’t need feelings getting in the way of him and his friends making money.

—

The echoes of all the cheering from the women plagued Emmy’s mind as the car pulled away from the infamous nightclub. Despite her efforts to seem completely unfazed by the evening, she couldn’t help but constantly replay Jungkook’s words in her mind, reminding her that she was just another victory to him, as he should be to her.

Over their last few encounters, she allowed herself far too much freedom to get attached to Jungkook, his devilishly handsome features constantly stirring a sexual need no other man seemed to be able to fill. While the idea of him was far too appealing to ignore, he was a hustler just as she was. What else would she expect from him but to try and play her just as she had a hundred men before?

Even though it all made sense, part of her still hated the fact that she allowed herself to get jealous over a man who was constantly trying to beat them at their own game. A long drawn-out sigh escaped her lips as Ruby happily pulled expensive jewelry from her bag, grinning proudly as she displayed the diamond bracelet she managed to slip from Yuna’s arm amongst all the distractions of the club.

“This little thing is worth over ten thousand.” Ruby grinned victoriously, gently spinning the item around her finger as the lights from the city caused it to shine in the darkness of the car. “Only a bimbo would bring this to a club.” She laughed, feeling completely amazed that someone would bring such a piece to such a crowded place. “Bet she doesn’t even realize it’s gone.”

Emmy allowed her features to pull into a smile, thankful that they managed to score something from their disastrous evening, even though she was mostly the one who got played. Ruby followed by displaying a diamond ring, slipping it onto her finger as she displayed her hand for the girls to see.

“Also scored this from a bachelorette party.” She beamed, knowing somewhere in that club a woman was hopelessly searching for her missing engagement ring. “Should bring at least a couple more K.”

As Jade was admiring the rock before her, Emmy reached toward her back pocket, pulling out a wad of cash as she displayed it to the others. “I managed to get this from a couple of the dancers.” She sighed as she tossed it on the seat beside her. “Probably only a couple thousand.”

While Emmy was usually the one to bring in the biggest score, she found herself too distracted being jealous and chasing a man versus putting in the work. Ruby offered Emmy a questioning look, realizing that her spirits seemed dimmer than usual. Before she could question her much, Jade cleared her throat before holding out her hands, opening them to reveal various pieces of jewelry.

“What is that?” Emmy asked in complete shock, stunned to find that Jade had a lot of her own that she’d been keeping secret.

Jade’s smile stretched from ear to ear as pride seeped through her chest. “I might have taken a few things from her entourage.”

Ruby let out a breathy chuckle, almost doubting her. “And you didn’t get caught?” Jade’s joy was cut short as she narrowed her eyes at the brawn of the group, closing her hands around her score.

“You’d be surprised how distracted women get around naked men.” Jade snapped, watching as Emmy and Ruby stared at each other across the seat.

Emmy reached over to pat Jade across the back, still stunned that the eldest and shyest member of their trio managed to pull off the biggest gain of the evening. “Well done, computer mouse.” She teased, offering Jade a proud smile of approval as Ruby was quick to join in on the compliment. Jade glanced down at the jewelry she managed to take and smirked proudly, feeling like she accomplished a huge victory for overcoming herself.

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