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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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Just Tell Me

prompt (from kofi commision): “Can you do gang Harry where she actually needs his help? I know she never gets scared of needs his help but I think it would be cool to see the beginning of their relationship or a year in where something happens and she actually needs his help and is scared for once! :)”

word count: 7k+

warnings: smut, violence, blood, weapons

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Since the beginning of their relationship, starting back from when they had declared they were going to try to kill one another - YN had made one thing very fucking clear.

She did not need Harry or anybody else’s help for anything.

If she died trying, she died trying because she did not ever rely on anyone for anything - she learned that early on in life.

Harry and YN have been dating for nearly six months, after coming to the realization that it wasn’t hatred they felt but lust and emotion.

Both have felt that strong lust before but not that pull at their hearts, the desire to see each other, or miss each other when they were away from one another.

That didn’t mean they weren’t stubborn.

YN refuses to show weakness because Harry hadn’t - she wasn’t quite sure if he had any by the way he held himself.

They were still in the new fresh phase of their relationship where they were ice-skating around speaking about their true feelings toward each other and trying to impress one another.

Harry sat in his favorite seat in the club, right of the stage where his girl took the stage every time, the main stage because she was their best and she was his. ****

He watches her flit around the floor first, not her call time yet, flirting with old and young men alike - smirking and fluttering her lashes when they slip her large bills. ****

Harry was never a jealous man before her - didn’t mind sharing his partner with others, sometimes with many at a time.

Not her though.

It was bad enough she bared herself to the room at large, private dances, and people viewing what he has claimed as his..

It was unexpected, to say the least, Harry had hung around with other dancers and never felt an ounce of emotion when others oogled them.

He isn’t a rational man, not when he sees her sit on a leather stool next to a man with a wad of visible bills in his breast pocket - his girlfriend eyeing it greedily.

The man that she's conversing with, Harry does not approve of, his name was Damien.

A high-up banker with a love for cocaine and strip joints while his wife was at home with their kids.

He also knows this man has a tendency to rough up the women he is with and force them into situations they don’t want to be in.

Harry is out of his seat, leaving mid conversation with his associates to stride confidently over to the bar and slip up beside her - back turned so she doesn’t see him.

“Oh, I bet. Your job sounds so stressful,” She emphasizes in a airhead, dumb tone that is the opposite of how she really talks, “Sounds complicated.”

“Much too complicated for a pretty girl like you,” The greying man simpers condescendingly with a dry hand rubbing her arm.

“Whiskey neat,” Harry rasps to the bartender who comes over to take his order immediately - leaving his other patrons hanging.

Harry smirks as YN’s body language shifts at the sound of his voice and he feels some unidentified emotion when she leans back her weight into him.

But she doesn’t lose stride with this man.

Harry knows her games like the back of his hand, she wants to get this man alone in a private room, dance for him, and then rob him blind.

That tone she uses, airy like a bobblehead, makes Harry’s skin prickle - now he just wants to rough her up, fuck her up - like he’s never had the desire to do with anyone else.

Before, he couldn’t give a rat’s ass what the person hanging around did - he was only concerned about himself.

Not now, he didn’t want YN dancing, seducing, and scamming all of these men - not because he was possessive (okay that was part of it) but he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her (he wasn’t going to tell her that though).

The other day Niall had accused him of being in love with YN - he had shot at his feet, barely missing before cursing him out with full denial.

Harry didn’t love.

He hates and fucks.

That’s it.

“That cute little outfit would look splendid on my bedroom floor,” Damien infers, Harry was about two seconds away from breaking that hand that was on his girl.

“Mmm, I’m not that easy,” YN fake giggles, her foot bumping purposefully against Harry’s under their bar stools, “Buy me for a private dance, then we can talk.”

When Harry zones in on the man’s hand coming to squeeze at her hip and whisper, “Sweetie, I’ll treat you so good.”

He’s done eavesdropping, as quick as a dart, he grips his hand and pulls it from her body - his tattooed knuckles crunching the man’s bones with barely any effort.

“You’re breaking my hand! Stop it! Yo-“

Damien cuts off when his beady eyes connected with the dark green ones that he knows instantly, knows who it is and his now mangled hand goes limp in his.

Harry straightens up, slipping smoothly off his bar stool, and inserting himself in front of his girlfriend - pushing her behind him.

“Diablo, I swea-swear I didn’t know she wa-was one of y-your prostitutes,” Damien stutters with wide eyes, cradling his injured hand.

YN scoffs at his words, about to say her own witty remarks to correct him but Harry has taken control of the situation.

“She’s mine. If I see you in this bar again, I won’t hesitate to break your other hand. You shouldn’t even be here - not with how much money you owe me, anyways.”

“Ye-yes. I wil-will pay you back. I pr-I promise,” The scared man babbles, eyes wide and frightened. Sweat dripped from his wrinkled brow.

Harry was so wrapped up in his fun of harassing this man that he hadn’t noticed YN had disappeared from behind him - doesn’t notice until Damien runs from the bar and he turns around to her.

“Fuckin’ brat,” He chuckles to himself, unaware of what he’s is heading toward.

Harry catches just the last glimpse of her sparkly bra as she disappears into the single bathroom - down the corridor.

He tries the knob - locked because she doesn’t let anything just be easy - “Open this door, now.”

No response from the other side.

One thing Harry does not have is patience, he pulls out his gun - silencer making the shots near noiseless in the loud club and aims at the knob - smashing it to pieces before he manages to open the door.

He doesn’t know what to expect - well…yes he did.

He thought this was going to lead to some hot bathroom sex but instead, YN is sat on the counter with a scowl and her favorite small pocketknife clutched in her hand.

“Knifeplay in the bathroom? Thought we saved that for the bedroom, darlin’?” Harry smiled crookedly, shutting the door to the best he can.

“Don’t come close to me,” YN warns, eyes dark and tight lips.

God, she was so fucking beautiful.

Harry wasn’t a romantic, he wasn’t, but shit if he didn’t find the most beautiful woman on this planet - even when she was threatening him with a knife, maybe that made her even hotter.

“You look stunnin’ tonight, baby. Can’t believe I’ve finally tied you down,” He is totally trying to use his sex voice on her but her shoulders stay tense and eyes focused.

“If you take one step closer to me, I’ll do it,” Her teeth are clenched, fire in her expression as she nearly shakes with irritation.

It’s impressive, YN is the only female who has really ever challenged him - let alone threatened to stab him and god, if that didn’t make him twitch in his trousers.

“Are you actually cross with me?” Harry asks in disbelief, he steps closer despite the warning - he isn’t scared, knowing she may make a superficial wound but nothing more.

“You fucking ruined that for me! I saw how much cash he had in his pocket. You just had to barge in and assert yourself in my fucking business,” She growls, chest heaving with true anger.

Harry scoffs, he’s close enough the tip of the blade is poking into his pectoral but he doesn’t mind the mild sting, now he’s mad too.

“I don’t want you doing that shit anymore. One of these days, one of those men is going to kill you when I’m not there to protect you,” Harry warns, chest heaving as he presses in further and YN pulls back a bit so she doesn’t impale him.

“I was fine before you,” YN hisses defensively, on high alert with narrow eyes and kicking her tall heel out to dig into his muscular thigh.

“Were you?” Harry barks loudly, voice reverberating off the walls and distorting.

He grabs her wrist roughly before she can dodge him and he flips it over to a gnarly scar that goes from her wrist to inner elbow - puffy, raised skin.

A reminder from a previous altercation with a man with a hidden knife while she tried her tricks - a reminder of when she had almost lost her life.

“Answer me! Were you? You fucking need me, brat,” The gang leader growls, twisting her wrist quickly that has her dropping the knife on the floor with a clatter and yelp of pain.

Then YN gets uncharacteristically quiet as she stares at him with a curious look on her face, her voice substantially softer as she asks, “Why do you care?”

Harry scowls, crowding between her thighs with his hand tight on her hip, through gritted teeth - he responds, “What do you mean?”

“Why do you care what happens to me?”

And…this is where Harry freezes like he never does.

They haven’t ever said I love you or I want you forever, anything binding or romantic because Harry didn’t know how to.

He’d never once told anyone that he cared or loved them - literally anyone including family because no one had ever said it to him.

Harry already knew he was unlovable - didn’t need the confirmation from others.

He was deemed not only the biggest gang leader in Europe but he was also deemed the evilest person on the planet by multiple news outlets.

And for YN to put him on the spot, about why he cared?

She couldn’t just expect him to lay out feelings that he didn't even know how to explain.

The couple showed their affection through rough, spontaneous sex and playing fighting that borders on harassment.

He knew that he didn’t want her to be with anyone else, he knew that he didn’t want to get hurt and he would put himself in front of a bullet for her, and he knew that he wanted to spend all his time with her.

But that couldn’t possibly be love….

Right?

“Why do you care, Harry?” YN repeats demandingly, keeping him at short distance with her high heel digging further into his skin.

“I don’t fuckin’ care! Do whatever the fuck y’bratty arse wants to do,” He doesn’t mean it, it’s a instant reflex because he is terrified of admitting something and getting rejected.

Automatically, he feels like a piece of shit when he sees the hurt flash across her face before she covers it quickly with a rigid scowl.

“Fuck you,” YN whispers through tight lips, Harry can tell she is holding back tears which frightens him because he’s never seen her cry.

He realizes quickly that YN was wanting confirmation from him that he was just as serious about this relationship as she was because they haven’t talked about it.

“YN, listen to me -“

“Back the fuck up,” She orders before hopping off the counter, shouldering past him, and knocking him roughly before she’s out the door and storming towards the dressing room

“Fuckin’ shit,” Harry roars, unable to control himself when he turns and punches the wall hard enough that he creates a sizable hole in the plaster.

When he finds his employees, waiting patiently for him to resume the meeting, he orders them to disperse and that he is leaving - done with business, done with everything tonight.

But he’s not like that, despite the urge to go get wasted, he waits outside the alley of the club so that he can make sure YN gets home safely.

And when she steps out in the foggy, fall weather with a large hoodie and leggings on - a stark contrast from her near naked body inside.

“Brat-“

She knew he would be waiting, “You can’t even tell me you care about me.”

Harry swallows harshly, “Why do you need to hear it?”

“Why is it so fucking hard? I don’t want to be with someone who can’t even tell me they care for me. I want to be loved!” YN shouts, arms crossed and standoffish.

And he’s not proud that he explodes.

His leather boots scrape across the rocky gravel as he strides towards YN - until their chests are almost touching, he can smell the mintiness of her spearmint gum and she can smell the sharp taste of whiskey on his lips.

“Really? Tha’s how you want t’play it?” Harry challenges, his hands itching to collar her neck but he resists, “I do fuckin’ everything f’you. Rearrange my schedule constantly so you’re always safe going home from work, make sure nothing happens to you after you beat and rob men on a daily basis, make sure y’have everything y’ever want..”

He’s not done, he then bites out, “Fuckin’ ungrateful. You think I’ve ever done this for anyone else in m’ life? I haven’t. Prissy lil’ brat.”

With that, he steps back - knuckles clench and nostrils flaring but he turns on his heel away from her back down the dark side street to avoid getting more upset.

“Harry-“ YN begins, stunned and remorseful.

“My men still make sure you get home safe. I want you t’leave me the fuck alone after tha.”

YN still is unsure why Harry reached so vicesarlly to her - all she wanted was to hear those words out loud, they’ve been together for long enough - she wants to know if he loved her.

Hoped he loved her.

“Are-are you breaking up with me?” YN croaks out - she wasn’t going to cry, she never showed weakness but fuck, her eyes were welling up.

Harry stops in his tracks, his voice harsh and he turns sharply to glare at her, “Did I say I was fuckin’ breaking up with you?”

She shakes her head, “No.”

“There’s your answer then,” His voice is distant as he rounds the corner - momentarily, she hears his expensive sports car rev up and peel away.

He doesn’t go home, Harry instead goes to one of his many warehouses to get lost in business - There’s always drugs that need weighed and packaged - weapons that need to be transported or unloaded from shipments.

Harry was in a foul mood, much worse than usual, as he watches his men work - threatening them with his gun when they so much as breathe too heavily.

His phone vibrates, “What?”

“She was dropped off at her apartment. Bitchy little thing, she is,” Doug mutters with annoyance, hinting that she had been a pain in his arse.

Harry wants to ask how she was, if she had seemed upset or if it looked like she’d been crying but he wasn’t going to sound soft with his men.

Instead, he snaps, “Stop fuckin’ around and get back ‘ere. I have shipments that need to go out,” before hanging up promptly on him.

He didn’t know what to do because he’d never felt like this before - he was physically aching to go check on YN but he refused to be weak.

Instead, he has the perfect outlet to take his frustration out on when a group of his men drag in an agitated, combative bloke who has blood dripping from his mouth already.

“Wha’ do we got here?” Harry rasps with a demonic smirk decorating his face, his hand touches his gun in his waistband subconsciously.

“Found this stalking around the premise of one of our safe houses,” Niall grins, he flashes Harry a knife that must have been in the man’s pocket - an emblem of an eagle on it.

“Oh really? And I doubt y’wanted to hang out with us,” Harry coos mockingly before adding sharply, “take ‘em to the chamber now. I’ll be right in t’deal with him.”

His men oblige and by the time Harry is walking into the dark, damp room - the man is restrained in a steel chair with significantly more blood flowing from a fresh wound near his temple.

Harry shucks off his shirt, it was gucci and he wasn’t going to let this man stain it but when he did - he also revealed a mural on the fiery depths of hell across his chest - the flames creeping up his neck and 666 in bold, black letters beneath it.

“Want to explain t’me why you were near m’ property?” Harry asks conversationally, picking up the knife they found in his pocket, nodding towards the Eagle, “part of The Cedars, I see.”

“Fuck you, I’m not saying shit,” The man growls through his red-stained teeth, wrists cutting into the nylon that was binding them.

But Harry was smart, smarter than most, he had a weird feeling about this situation, The Cedars weren’t a sloppy gang - the leader would never just order the men to trespass so obviously on a rival's grounds - especially not Diablo’s.

It’s a set-up, but he’s not quite sure for what, so instead of being able to take his time to torture this man like he really wanted to - he had to get to the bottom of it.

He presses the knife to the man’s neck, the blunt edge threatening his jugular vein which was rapidly pumping blood from his hammering heart.

“Wha’ is this? M’not a fuckin’ idiot. Wha’ is this a set-up for?” The leader demands angrily, the tiniest droplet of blood dripping from the pressure of the blade.

The man doesn’t speak, even as Harry pushes it into his skin enough that the tip disappears. He grits his teeth to avoid screaming in pain but nothing comes out.

Again, normally Harry would make this an hours long ordeal but he knows anytime he spends here - something is going on behind his back.

“Niall,” He orders, reaching his free hand out and his main man puts a cell phone in his open palm - the man’s mobile to be precise.

Harry steps back, relieving the man from the prick of the weapon, voice steady as he swipes through the phone, “Carl Panz, 5678 Orchard View Lane, a pretty wife named Darla, and oh, it looks like you have two precious babies - Sophie and Sarah..”

It always does the trick, especially when Harry adds, “Do my men have to pay a visit to your little family because daddy won’t cooperate?”

It works every time and it has Carl squealing like a pig at the thought of his family getting hurt - now what he doesn’t know is that Harry would never.

He never would hurt an innocent person and he would never do any harm to a mother or her babies - he was a monster but not in that way.

He did the opposite, he killed the men who hurt women and children - he protected them as best as he could.

God, that’s why he never wanted children.

Never wanted to have something that would make him so fucking weak at the knees, vulnerable - on top of the fact that he would be the worst father on earth.

“Oh my god,” Carl gasps, eyes wide in fear and realization of what may happen if he doesn’t talk right now, “Ple-please, Di-Diablo. I’ll ta-talk - jus-just not my fa-family.”

“Then start fuckin’ talking!” Harry roars, he takes the phone and smashes it to dust in front of them before glaring back at the man.

“I-I was sent as - as a diversion, so - so that,” The man babbles barely breathing, swallowing harshly, “So that you’d be distracted and the-they could sna-snatch your girl.”

Harry feels an emotion he hasn’t felt in over a decade wrack his body - fear - it licks him from the base of his neck to his toes, he swears his blood runs ice cold.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Harry explodes, his bright white teeth bared in a terrifying snarl - Carl swears he sees Diablo’s eyes shift into pure obsidian black.

“A-at th-three fifteen, the-they’re goin-going to g-get her,” Carl cries out, pathetic fat tears streaming down his wrinkled cheeks, “An-and ki-kill her.”

Harry is no longer human, his brain shuts down and all he sees is tinted in red and he’s feral - losing his own self-preservation because they weren’t going to take the only thing that mattered - not without killing him first.

He is storming through his warehouse, barking orders at his men as they scramble to prepare duffle bags full of explosions and weapons.

As he peels out of the garage in his black, fully bulletproof hummer *** onto the empty London streets, rain pounding down viciously - his personal phone rings and when the bright screen in the dark car flashes Brat 🔪 - he’s never answered the phone faster.

“YN, baby-“ He's never called her that before, has wanted to but pushed back the urge to be affectionate - he doesn’t give a single fuck now.

But he’s cut off and he physically feels his stomach give a nauseous churn when YN’s sharp wail rings through the speaker.

“Harry, fuck - they’re, oh my god,” She cries in a high-pitched distressed register that he’s never heard before - this wasn’t her faux innocent “I’m hurt” act.

No, she was actually terrified for her life.

“Brat, listen to me. What is goin’ on? I need y’to tell me clearly,” Harry winces at the shakiness of his voice as he hears banging and shouts that are unmistakably male.

“I-I was at h-home and someo-someone knocked - t-thought it was y-you,” YN gasps hurriedly, heavy pants muffling their connection, “T-these g-guys barged in. I man-managed to stab the one who grabbed me b-but I’m locked in the ba-bathroom and the-they’re gonna break I-it down. I’m going t-to die.”

Luckily, YN lived in a very high-and apartment and her door was actually made of a thick stone that would buy them extra time as they couldn’t just kick it in.

“You’re not gonna fuckin’ die,” Harry snaps angrily, pressing his foot to the floor, uncaring of the cars that have to swerve to avoid being rammed by him and his following brigade of black SUVs.

“Harry. I need you, please please please,” She weeps into the receiver, repeating over and over, “H, please. I need you.”

He’s only two blocks away as he suppressed his anger to attempt to soothe her, he’d never felt the desire to make anyone feel better - but something switched in his mind.

“Baby, I’m almost there. I’m not going t’let anything happen to you, okay? Need you, make m’life worth fuckin’ living, brat,” Harry says firmly, blatantly ignoring all the screaming backlash in his mind at letting emotion show.

“H, m’sorry about earlier. I jus-“

“Shut the fuck, tha’ doesn’t matter. I need you to be fuckin’ strong, no more cryin’. I need m’girl, m’strong fuckin’ bitch of a girlfriend.”

Then she lets out a blood curdling scream and the line goes dead - a monotone beep signaling the call has ended and when he calls back - straight to voicemail.

“Fuck fuck,” Harry yells, letting his voice reverberate against the sleek interior and soon he’s cutting the engine in front of the quaint upscale building, his men in a line behind him.

The front door requires a fob to get in but he doesn’t waste time getting the one YN gave him out, instead he cocks back and puts his fist through the glass to reach in and open it.

The stinging cuts and blood do not even register in his thought process as he and his men take the staircase up to the fourth floor.

Harry is already expecting the man waiting on the fourth level for them, he doesn’t hesitate before pulling out his desert eagle with a silencer and watching the man crumble to the ground.

The Cedars didn’t stand a chance against Harry, the amount of men, weapons, resources that they had made it impossible for anyone to really fuck with them.

Didn’t mean they didn’t try.

“Kent, Angelo, Luca - stay the fuck here and block this door, make sure none of these motherfuckers get out alive. Do you understand?”

“Yes boss,” They all agree in unison, armed with their assault rifles as they close off the door entry.

Then Harry’s bolting down the hallway until he’s shouldering open YN’s locked front door - ignoring the flair of pain from splintering the wood.

And when he enters into her entryway, which opens into her living area - Paul, the leader of The Cedars is standing proudly in the middle of the room.

He has YN strategically positioned in front of him, as a human body shield but Harry feels a sense of his own pride when he meets YN’s stone-cold facial expression - refusing to give her captor a reaction.

“Y’girlfriend is quite the nasty whore,” Paul spits out, the barrel of his gun pressing into the smooth skin of her cheek, dimpling it.

Harry’s men scatter into the apartment, searching for others and it’s not long before the distinct sound of gun silencers start going off.

“I know she is,” Harry smirks cockily, he could totally aim and shoot Paul right in the forehead but he wasn’t going to take any risk with YN involved.

To anyone else, it would appear as if she was unbothered by the whole situation - bored expression, fidgeting from foot to foot impatiently.

Harry sees right through it, can spot the minut quiver of her bottom lip, the tears pooling in her eyes, the way her chest is heaving faster than normal.

“Wha’ the fuck do you want?” Harry grits out, seeing out of the corner of his eye that his man is dragging a body across the floor before pulling out their gun, “You wanted my attention and y’got it.”

“Give me back my fucking turf. I barely have any income right now because of you!” Paul shouts angrily, shoving it further into her skin.

Harry knows exactly what he was on about, a small strip of street in the east side that he had recently overrun by offering cheaper prices and better quality - all in a day's work.

“Y’product is shit and you charge too much for it,” Harry shrugs nonchalantly, “It was like takin’ candy from a baby.”

“I’ll fuckin’ shoot ‘er,” Paul rasps, infuriated by the taunt which Harry should not be doing right here and now.

And YN’s eyes widen in fear, her jaw clenching as she holds back a scream as he grips her harder - it was difficult to watch, his normally fierce girlfriend - vulnerable and fearful.

Harry had never felt needed before, she needed him and he wasn’t going to fucking let her down.

He steps forward and Paul directs the weapon at him instead, “If you come any closer, I’ll shoot you dead.”

Harry takes another step forward - expression unwavering.

“Harry, don’t,” YN whimpers in panic, “Don’t, please.”

“Hush, m’fine,” Harry titters without any fear, staring at Paul, “You won’t kill me. If you kill me, y’know you, your family, your friends - my men will make sure you all suffer before they kill you. Even y’elderly nan who’s cooped up in May Belle Retirement Home.

Paul’s face falls in confusion but Harry answers his unspoken question, “I know everything. Your wife, Dara, who works at the local library. Your sons who go to Green Mill Elementary and play footie on tuesdays and thursdays.”

Niall shouts from another room, “Don’t forget Paul’s mum! She works at that bakery.”

Harry gives him a sinister grin, teeth more like fangs as he watches all the blood drain from his rival's face at the thought of his family being threatened.

“If y’let her go now, I won’t kill you. I let y’walk straight out tha’ front door, can’t say the same for your men,” Harry offers, his shit-eating grin not wavering as he stands tall, “Give me m’girl, now.”

Paul’s consideration doesn’t take more than a minute, he roughly shoves YN forward - she stumbles on her unsteady legs and Harry instantly reaches for her.

He maneuvers her behind him, until she’s out of view of Paul, he can feel her hands clenching the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline.

Harry bites the corner of his lip, like he’s thinking hard, “Y’know, usually I would keep m’word and not kill you but y’fucked with m’woman.”

It’s not even a split second before Harry is whipping out his gun and putting one, perfectly aimed shot into Paul - falling to the floor, instantly dead.

“Niall!” Harry shouts out.

“We’re clear in ‘ere! I just called Ricky to bring the cleanup crew in! Boys say that the hallway is clear for exit,” He announces loudly, his voice filled with excitement from the action.

Harry can’t comfort her here, he’s not trying to be cold but he grabs her wrist firmly and leads her out of the apartment then helps her into the hummer.

The drive home is quiet, YN hasn’t said one word, and Harry doesn’t know where to start - but he has to figure it out because he’s just pulled into his home garage.

His nails are digging into his palms, teeth drawing blood to his lips as he looks forward, feeling YN’s eyes on his profile as she shakes from the adrenaline and cold.

“I love you,” Harry states harshly, “I want you to be by m’side for the rest of m’life. Y’the only thing on this dumb fuckin’ planet tha’ makes it worth livin’.”

“Y’make me feel somethin’ other than dead inside. It has t’be love, I never felt it or said it before,” He tacts on, he doesn’t think his heart ever beat this fast before.

And then he finally, begrudgingly meets her gaze, her eyes have a bit of sparkle return to them and Harry doesn’t expect her next words, “Prove it.”

“Wha’ the fuck y’mean? I just saved you f-“

YN smiles softly, her hand coming to thumb at his cheek, “I want you to take me to your bed and show me how much you love me. Make love to me, Harry.”

If it was any other situation where someone asked him to make love to them, he would have laughed so hard he lost his hard on.

But not now, he takes a deep breath and chuckles sheepishly, “I don’t know how to do tha’.”

“If you love me, it should be easy,” YN murmurs, her mood is unlike any other - it’s like they’ve both dropped the protective shield that they hid behind and where finally where they needed to be.

Harry shouldn’t feel nervous to perform during sex - he really really fucking shouldn’t because he’s great at it, awesome at it.

He’s pleased women and men alike with never a complaint, always coming back for more - he’s pleased multiple people at once and it’s always been a grand time.

And he’s been fucking exclusively YN for months but it has all been - beginning of a relationship, new and exciting sort of sex not deep, meaningful passionate.

He’s never done that.

“I’m gonna shower and then I’ll meet you in your room,” YN kisses him softer than she ever has before, lips barely brushing before she’s padding off to get clean.

“Shit, fuck-“ Harry grunts, frazzled as he tugs off his leather jacket and kicks off his boots in the foyer of his mansion before running a hand through his long hair.

Does he light candles? Dim the lights? He doesn’t have any roses.

Isn’t that what they do in the movies? Fuck.

He literally just told her that he loves her.

What. The. Fuck.

That wasn’t part of the plan but really YN wasn’t originally either - pushed and demanded front and center in his life from the first time they met.

He still looks fondly at the scar on his hand.

Harry does lower the lights in his bedroom but besides that he strips to his briefs and does it with his back against the headboard - waiting with anticipation.

Not much later, YN pads out of the master bathroom with her hair damp and laid down her back, skin glistening in the glow like a bloody angel, Harry thinks.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Harry blurts out almost boyishly as his eyes trace her body reverently - this was his to touch, only his.

YN tries to hide a smile as she steps towards him with just the towel tucked under her arms, now she looks nervous with avoidant eyes and tense shoulders.

“Listen, what I said was stupid. We don’t have to do that, we can just do what we normal-“

Harry is slipping off the bed to grasp her jaw lightly in his tattooed hand, “Don’t do tha’. Y’asked me t’make love to you and tha’s what I’m going t’do because I love you. Don’t be a pussy.”

YN snorts out a laugh at his crude words but it melts into something more sultry as she blinks up at him, using a more kittenish voice, “Then show me how much.”

“Fuckin’ whipped, I am,” He mutters under his breath but he lets go off her jaw in favor of unknotting and tossing the towel to the side, when he sees her just - perfect body, he groans, “Shit, baby.”

Now the pet name came out easy without resistance.

He moves his hands back up, cupping her jaw and pulling her into a kiss - slowly brushing their lips together with no rush, sluggish as he slips his tongue into her mouth.

One palm stays cradling her to him but his other moves to trace down the curves of her body, thumbs lightly ghosting over her hardened nipples before continuing to explore the smooth expanse.

His mouth moves after a few minutes, his lips dragging from hers, down her jaw and the column of her neck, he takes extra time in sucking a harsh spot onto her collarbones and pillowy tops of her breasts.

He feels a tug on his hair, not demanding but just her fingers slipping into his long locks to twist and knot there as his puffy lips find her hard nipple.

In old habit, he bites at the nub with his front teeth but YN let’s out a squeak of surprise which has him soothing it apologetically with kitten licks, a squeeze to the plush of her hip as well.

“H, yeah…” She moans out beautifully, it was an honest sound not played up to egg him on or to be noisy - it was raw to let him know that felt good for her.

He switches to the other, alternating between lapping and sucking as his fingers move to pluck and rub at the neglected one.

The energy was still charged, filled with lust and desire but it was just different. There was absolutely no rush to finish or make it more intense.

Her hand comes to palm at him, where his briefs are stretched tight from how hard he is, twitching in her touch but he pulls back from her, shaking her head.

“C’mon brat, pay attention. Don’t worry about me, take wha’ I’m giving you,” He encourages lowly, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips before kneeling in front of her.

Her doe eyes watch him as he leans in, it comes naturally to pepper kisses over her smooth mound, it doesn’t feel forced or like he has to try hard - because he does love her and he wants to show her.

His golden green eyes find hers as he leans forward and swipes his tongue on her lips, tip pressing between the warm folds to prod at her clit.

She breaks eye contact first, eyes squeezing shut and head tilting back as he uses more pressure to part her and start a steady mixture of licks and suckles of her bud - fingers rubbing teasingly at her entrance.

“Have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever see ,” He goads in between his ministrations, “S’like a treat every time, y’pretty folds hidin’ y’little clit.”

“Har-Harry…” She mewls as he grips one of her thighs and places it over his shoulder so that she’s better on display for him to get at easier, “Yo-you’re doing so well.”

The praise raises his confidence, he hadn’t even thought about his neglected cock because he truly enjoyed devouring her and could do it for hours.

His fingers curl lightly towards her front wall, stroking at the spot that has her legs quivering and clit throb between his lips.

Normally, he would be nipping, biting, mercilessly teasing her bud, moving his fingers hard and quick in her while spewing filthy promises.

And he would have made her come.

But this….this was somehow better than he’s ever had.

Right now though, he pulls away despite her desperate hurt noises of protest - hands tugging at his hair as she tries to guide him back as he pulls out his fingers.

“Behave,” He scolds lowly, “I want y’to come on m’cock while m’showing you how much I love you.”

He hadn’t felt rejected when he told her he loved her but he had noticed that she hadn't returned the sentiment - a lingering uneasy feeling turning his stomach.

“I need you in me, please baby,” She nearly whispers, holding onto Harry’s tattooed shoulder as he helps her thigh down and steadies her.

“I’ll give it t’you,” Harry promises as he lays her back onto his massive bed, kneeling between her spread legs and he drops down on his elbows beside her head on either side.

Her nipples brushing against his pecs as he lowers himself so their fronts are touching nearly everywhere, nose bumping hers before he finds her lips.

She bows her legs to give him room to ease himself into his heat, her legs wrapping around his bare narrow hips - heels resting on the curve of his small toned bum.

“Yes,” YN hisses happily when he pushes all the way in, the delicious feel of his neatly trimmed pubic hair feeling electric against her overly sensitive clit.

He begins a rhythm that isn’t anything more than a paced, powerful but slow thrust before pulling back just a little before repeating the motion.

Their eyes meet, his thumb rubbing at her temple lovingly, as her hands grips his biceps, “Never had any better.”

Harry’s chest (and cock) swell with pride at her words, “Yeah? Best y’ever had?”

“Only one who’s ever made love to me,” She gasps as he nudges at the special spot that has her orgasm barreling onwards.

“Only one who ever fuckin’ will,” He grits out possesively, the feral needs to get her to come overwhelming but he manages to keep it calm with his syrupy thrusts.

“M’close,” YN moans, hips starting to bear down to meet his motions, lips searching for him but he pulls back.

“Want t’hear y’beautiful moans, come for me, baby. I love you, show me, c’mon,” He encourages, hand coming to massage her breast as he speeds up - just the slightest amount.

“Oh my go- fuck, yes,” She mewls, arching her back and her sweaty thighs clamping tightly on him as she nearly sobs as she rides out her high - regal and gorgeous.

“God, how are you tha’ fucking pretty?” Harry groans, fire building in his stomach at just the mere sight of the pleasure that he gave her.

YN blinks open her eyes, dazed and not completely focused but she meets his gaze and murmurs something that Harry has never heard before.

“I love you, H. So fucking much.”

And Harry will never admit that’s exactly what made him come but it does, pumping in until he softens before pulling out - but he’s tugging her into a bruising, passionate kiss.

He pulls back after a moment, “Y’moving in with me, m’not havin’ you out of my sight like that - ever again. I can’t do it, brat.”

Harry expects a fight - maybe a threat of stabbing or a lamp thrown before she even considers the idea but to his utter surprise…

YN nods tiredly, a smile in her eyes, and her voice is filled with satisfaction and fondness as she replies, “I’ll move in with you.”

“Tell me again,” Harry mutters, embarrassed at the request but he just…

“Hey,” She says, grabbing his chin and nudging her nose against his, “I love you. Tell me.”

“I love y’so fucking much, brat.”

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Happy Fanfic Anniversary to Me!

So, being the fandom old that I am, I have been on the interwebs for a very long time. Matter of fact, when I was moving some of my old fics over ao3 to archive them, I saw the date on some of the older ones when I was transferring them

Turns out they're pretty old. Like, 2002 old.

Basically, at least when I started posted my own writing stuff, I had started it on this day, Sept 7th, 2002.

Making today my 20th Fanfic Writing Anniversary.

So, to celebrate this milestone, I decided to repost some of my favorite passages from my old fanfics up until the most recent ones.

Yes, I might embarrass and age myself quite a bit from this.

All the passages posted are from fics that are all posted on my ao3 because I had to do this last minute (curse you werk times and making me forget about my fanfic anniversary!) so I can't pull from my google docs, dreamwidth, or any of my other old writing places, so it's just stuff from ao3 for the sake of time. Just be aware that this is 20-ish years worth of writing, so some of it isn't beta-d or as polished as what I post now, so there's that.

Let's take a look into the past and have some fun, lovelies~

Link to my ao3, in case you wanna go down that rabbit hole and find the super old stuff at your own risk.

And my masterlist for my more current stuff, including some stuff featured below the cut.

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Bulma, being one of the fairest maidens in the land, was face with a choice of a suitable man. The only man that was avaliable was Yamcha, a pompus, greedy land holder. He had control of her father's land and had seen Bulma many a time. She was the most beatiful of all maidens, and had seen plenty of girls in his time. Bardock had strongly went against it and so had the rest of her family. But Yamcha was too much infatuated to even see straight.

-Strange Things Happen To People, Chapter 1 (Dragon Ball, September 2002)

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But I was surprised not to see a slimy, green alien. Infact, he almost looked human. He, from what I could tell, was about 7 foot tall and muscular. He had a dark skin tone and had long shaggy black hair. I when I say long, I mean long. It was about to his ankles. His eyes were dark, almost a deep onyx black and had low eyebrows. He also had a tail. Yes, a tail; it kind of reminded me of a monkey's tail. He looked strong,but was covered in blood. Then he collasped onto the ground, unconcious. I knew I had to help him. I whistled for Spirit to come down here. He came and I lifted the guy onto his back. He started groaning and I whispered in his ear.

-My Boyfriend is From Space Starring Radditz, Chapter 1 (Dragon Ball, December 2002)

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Yugi sighed, another month alone at home. He really didn't like being left alone at home, but he was used to it by now. Besides, Jii-san always brings him back something really cool from his travels in Egypt. Yugi ordered some pizza for himself and looked at the clock. It was about time for that new show to come on, Yugioh, he thought.

-Remember Me This Way, Chapter 1 (Yu-Gi-Oh!, July 2003)

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I looked around for the source of the weeping. I moved some piles of coins aside to see the most creature I had ever seen in my life. I had to blink just to make sure I wasn't dreaming this. There was a boy, about 15, maybe 16 years of age with pale, almost a rosey-peachy cream tone of skin, completely contradictary to the golden-cinammon brown of the egyptain. His eyes were a chocolate brown, almost like a doe's eyes, complete with long, feminine eye lashes. His mane of hair, white as the whitest silk, and looked just as soft. He looked like a white-haired angel. Though, when I reached out to try & touch him, he reeled back in fear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you," I said as gently as I could.

But the boy still kept his distance. Why would he try to avoid me like I had a disease or something?

"Why do you flee? I mean you no harm," I said, trying to encourage him to come closer.

"Please forgive me, but I am not allowed to speak with anyone," the boy said, his voice so softspoken, like he had never yelled in his life.

"Why's that, little one?" I asked him.

"I was ordered to," he said simply, "or suffer grave consequenses."

-Just Call Me Angel, Chapter 1 (Yu-Gi-Oh!, November 2003)

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I gave the Visser a cold stare, but then I stopped. Was I giving that glare to the Visser, or Alloran? His face twitched again, saying he understands. He whispered that he loved me and that he was sorry. The visser took control again, laughing hysterically. Then he spoke.

<Oh, how I love tormenting you, Alloran. Your wife is beautiful; and with these andalite instincts of yours, I see why you chose her.>

The Hork-bajir released me from their iron like grip as I feel into the Visser's weak andalite arms. I looked into his eyes, hoping my Alloran was still standing there, hold me in his grip.

Though the only thing I saw was the iniquity of his smirk. I did not like that smirk. Not at all...

-Jahar's Skye (original version, Animorphs, March 2005)

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She looked down, sad once again. I guessed right.

“Why not tell him you liked him?”

She shied away again.

“C’mon. What good is it going to do now? He’s smitten with Sakura and always has been.”

“I-I know. I just thought that, maybe, he would notice me eventually with Sakura always after you. B-But you left and…”

“Sakura finally noticed Naruto after I was out of the picture. Well, you weren’t completely unaware of me if you thought I could be your ticket in snagging Naruto.”

“D-Don’t say it like that. You make it sound a-as if I was a bad person for wanting Sakura to choose you.”

“You’re not a bad person. You wanted someone else to feel happy because you wanted happiness, too. So, you figured that if Sakura continued to shower me with affection and attention, Naruto would finally notice you and everyone would live happily ever after.”

“Uchiha-san…”

“Sasuke.”

“S-Sasuke, it’s not like that…”

“Seems that way to me. But, as it turns out, I was also a monkey wrench in your little scheme.”

She was silent.

“I’m just one sick little Cupid, ain’t I?”

-This Time The Girl is Staying (Naruto, July 2008)

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<<Hello, dearest. >> A voice spoke softly, sultry in a way, but I knew better than to believe it. My back was still turned, but I didn’t need my second set of eyes to tell me who was standing at the cage door.

<<Visser. >> My voice was filled with quiet disdain and hatred. It was obvious how I felt about the horrid creature controlling the one person that I had ever felt love for.

He chuckled darkly.

<<Such an unkind tone, my dear. It doesn’t really suit you. >> His voice was teasing while reaching a weak hand through the bars. My tail flashed in front of me, a clear warning to back off.

<<Do not touch me, Yeerk scum! Those hands do not belong to you, nor do you have permission to use them as you see fit! >> I turned my upper body to face him, glaring at him with all four of my eyes. I would not be subjected to that humiliation again!

<<Ah yes. You Andalites are not as fond of touch as the humans are. I had forgotten, being in and out of my human form so often, some habits overlap occasionally. I am sorry, dearest. Please forgive my rude and unbecoming gesture. >> His voice was full of malicious humor, so I’m sure that there wasn’t any sincerity in his apology. He looked to my main eyes, staring hungrily.

-Jahar's Skye (2010 Rewrite, Animorphs, June 2010)

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Impudent scum. The lowest of the low. Scum that didn’t deserve to live. The fact that Timaeus was inside of the small church mattered little to him. His sword was brandished, reflecting the dim sunlight from the stained glass windows, a picture of St. Michael matching perfectly with the scene. The knight could think of nothing more than avenging the innocent soul who’s blood had been spilt on the floor. He could think of nothing more than avenging Yuugi, his sweet, innocent savior. She had saved his life, but he was doubting that he could do the same.

With one move of his wrist, his sword sliced through the intruders as if they were made of paper. Maybe the spirit of Michael had helped him to defeat the villains, but the fact that he had spilled more blood in a sacred place would no doubt disappoint Yuugi.

When the knight returned to his proper senses, he knelt to the floor and gently picked up the still woman, a sharp contrast to his previous actions. He held her close to his chest, tilting her chin up as if he meant to kiss her, but he dares not. Instead, he draws in a pained breath, noting how his gloves were staining her pale face.

“Forgive me, Yuugi.” It wasn’t the first time he had uttered those words to her. He had done so on various occasions for varying reasons. This time, however, he meant it with every fiber of his being.

If only he had gotten here sooner. If only he had listened to her pleas.

“I couldn’t reach you in time. I’m asking for your forgiveness.” He repeated it over and over again as he held her close, hoping for some sign of life within her.

-Scum (Yu-Gi-Oh, August 2014)

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“Heh,” Yoko said to herself, lost in her memories while watching the wine swirl in the glass.

“Happy 15th Wedding Anniversary, Sakaki Yoko. You did everyone proud by marrying yourself an entertainer, didn’t you.”

She wasn’t bitter, certainly not, but felt bitter at that moment. She wanted Yusho back home safe. She didn’t care if he had given up dueling completely, she just wanted to see him again. She missed him so badly, even just seeing his face again would be enough.

“…Mom?” a soft voice called out, startling her out of her reverie.

“Yuuya! Sweetheart…” She didn’t really know what to say. Yuuya had caught her red-handed with the glass of wine. He frowned and crossed his arms, looking pointedly at the said glass.

“…It’s only cooking wine, Yuuya.”

“…Sounds gross, Mom.”

She couldn’t help it, she smiled and laughed quietly. Yusho made that face when he was skeptical too.

“It is. That’s why, when you’re older, you should have regular wine. It tastes better.”

“…Still sounds gross.”

“Well, adults are often having to do gross things, good or bad. It’s all part of growing up, I’m afraid.” She laughed quietly again, setting her glass down on the table, untouched.

-Happy Anniversary (Yu-Gi-Oh ARC V, April 2015)

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“You’re… you’re lying! There’s no way anyone could have-!”

Yuuri quietly reached into his jacket pocket, his slim fingers pulling out a card, holding it’s back towards her, stunning her to silence.

“Do you wish to find out?” he said quietly, “who it was that said those terrible things about you?”

Ruri couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. On the other side of that card was someone she had trusted, someone that had been with her in Heartland, and yet…

She could feel her heart dropping into her stomach.

-Prisoner Princess (Yu-Gi-Oh ARC V, August 2015)

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But, back then, I didn’t think that kind of wish could come true. And, thinking back on it now, I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have.

Just as Junko was about to start her reading, the lights in the room flickered and turned completely off, the holoboard at the front turning off as well. The only light in the room was daylight from the sun outside and the dim glow of our holobooks. Mr. Himura tried to reassure us, I remember, that it was just a drill and that we should all try and stay calm. I remember looking at Yuuto and saw that he was also looking at me, his eyebrow raised in that way that it usually does when he doesn’t know what’s going on.

It was then that we heard screaming outside, both human screams and the sounds of a Duel Monster screaming in pain. I remember thinking that my D-Gazer hadn’t notified us of a duel going on. Come to think of it, no one else’s had either. Our first instinct was to set our D-Gazers to Duel Mode, to try and find the source of the duel going on.

But there wasn’t one. Matter of fact, there weren’t any duels going on at the time, since everyone was in their classes at that time. It wasn’t free period yet, when there were usually duels galore. So the fact that it sounded like a duel was going on just outside yet it wasn’t registering on the D-Gazers…

It still unsettles me to this day, feeling so tense with fear. Yuuto had even subconsciously moved closer to me, taking a hold of my arm. When I was about to ask him what he was doing, the door burst open, the room soon filling up with smoke. Yuuto pulled me down hard, under the desk as Mr. Himura demanded to know what was going on. He never did receive an answer. The last we heard from him after that, was him screaming in pain while the rest of the class stared in horror.

-The Misadventures of Ruri Kurosaki and her Traveling Band of Emo Birds, Chapter 1 (Yu-Gi-Oh ARC V, April 2015)

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"Just one more, [Name]-chan." His arms and legs were shaking from tension and fatigue. That should have been an instant red flag that something was wrong. That you should have put your foot down and told him that this was enough for today.

So, why hadn't you told him no?

"I'm so close, [Name]-chan. I can feel it. Just one more, I promise." He was so earnest and determined, despite all the signs you should have told him no...

But you just couldn't. And just stepped back.

He gave you his usual easy smile, as if mentally thanking you, and turned his attention back to the court.

With the liquid grace of a cat, he tossed the ball into the air, the tension seeming gone. Two long steps squeaking forward, he bent his knees and jumped off the floor like a spring board. It never failed to make you stare in awe in the power that was Oikawa's serves. You could definitely feel the hairs on your neck standing up in anticipation.

And, for the first time as you've seen it, his accuracy was dead on, knocking the far water bottle with a resounding clatter. You were turning around to express your joy, that he had finally gotten it right. For a split second, he held the brightest, toothiest grin you seen him give. The kind of real smile that you've only seen on the court; Oikawa's real smile, where he was happiest and most proud.

And then, everything was in slow motion.

Gravity was taking over his body, pulling him down from the air. His foot was in the wrong place, you both realized far too late. He landed hard, the wrong way, his leg twisting horribly. There was a soft grunt of pain before the rest of his body caught up and he collapsed loudly onto the floor.

He didn't get up.

-Manager Princess: Oikawa Oneshot (Haikyuu!!, June 2016)

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Up until he had kissed you, you had thought you were just a friend to Jumin, someone that was willing to listen to him and his troubles, especially now when his life was turning upside. Just friends, you had originally thought, colleagues within the RFA just like with everyone else, at best, nothing more.

With Elizabeth missing, Jumin didn’t know what to do with his new emotions. Quite honestly, when he returned to the penthouse cat-less, you were sure you were about to deal with a broken man, as the thing he held dearest had run away from him, his last line to sanity gone from him.

Now, however…

You touched your lips, blushing at the memory. You could still remember his hand curling under your chin to tilt your eyes towards him; how he still towered over you as he leaned in closer; how you could smell the scent of his cologne on his shirt collar, an expensive brand you couldn’t name but it still suited him quite well; how thin his lips were, yet they were still soft and warm if a touch dry when they brushed yours; how his breath tickled your swollen lips as he whispered to you, how he wanted you to close your eyes and just focus on your senses; how a few of his stray hairs brushed your cheek, him telling you how cute you were when he could still smell the strawberry pancakes on you from that morning.

- Love At First Sight (Mystic Messenger, May 2017)

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Soon, before you knew it, your fingers were moving on their own, slowly spelling the name with your tied hands. Something that the other devils took notice of.

“Malix,” one hissed, “the girl is doing something weird with her hands back here.”

“What, are you doing some ninja magic bullshit?” Malix stood, snickering as he looked at your tied hands. “That kinda stuff doesn’t work in the human world, sweethear-” Malix stopped, as if he recognized what it was your hands were doing.

“Signing!?” He laughed, “now that’s rich, girlie! Maybe I should blow your hands off so that you can-!”

It was ironic that the last sign of Sam’s name was a closed fist. As your pinky receded from the I to form the fisted S, wind picked up around the warehouse and blinding light soon filled the space, pushing back any devils that had surrounded you. Next thing you knew, a fist pounded against Malix’s face and he flew back, grunting in pain and landing against the far wall with a hard thud.

In his place was a familiar shock of brown hair, green and white vest, and a sharp toothy smirk.

“Well, well, Malix. Guess whose here to send your devil ass back to hell where it belongs?”

-True Name (Seduce Me The Otome, September 2018)

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“Tired already?” he asked, letting out a disappointed sigh and moved to stand up.

“It is close to bed time, isn't it?” you asked, other ideas starting to run through your head.

“What, are you Hideyoshi now?” he teased, his grin spreading wider as he stretched. “It's my castle. We can have whatever bed time we want.”

“Masamune,” you gently reprimanded him. He grinned again.

“All right, all right. You want bed time, you get bed time.”

If only he knew.

You touched his wrist, catching his attention to draw him into a lingering kiss. His smirk deepened.

“Gonna tell me your secrets now, Kitten?”

You couldn't help the grin on your face that matched his.

“Would you prefer me telling you?” You hold onto him, standing on your toes to reach his ear.

“Or should I show you?” you whispered.

The faint twitch of his arm told you all you needed to know.

- It's Not Like I Would Say No, Kitten (IkeSen, July 2019)

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Nobunaga, the once proclaimed Devil King, had perished on the battlefield.

Everyone had tried to save him. If someone had moved quicker, anyone, if he had reacted faster, maybe he could have been spared.

But, like Nobunaga himself, Death conquered all before him, even the Devil King of the Sixth Heaven.

You had been with him that morning, warmed by his hands brushing gently over his handiwork from the previous night. You could still recall how his lips curled into his signature smirk, but his eyes were soft, warm, proud that morning. This was the man you had stayed behind for. The love of your life. With Nobunaga by your side, you felt like you could do anything. You could take on the world with Nobunaga, you felt.

Without him, however, the entire world seemed to shatter into a million pieces.

-A Second Glance, Chapter 1 (IkeSen, July 2019)

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After a few moments of silence, Ieyasu broke it again.

"When did that happen?"

He nodded towards her bandaged finger, sounding offended that this was the first time he was noticing it.

"...Papercut." She started. "They happen sometimes. A common hazard to book lovers. Mitsunari gets them all the-"

"I don't care about that idiot's papercuts. What happens to him during his weird reading trances is not my concern." His tone was sharp, but his hand grabbing yours showed none of the hostility of his voice. "I'm more concerned about why you're pale and shivering while I'm boiling in my own sweat."

He carefully unwrapped her bandage, frowning deeper at seeing the angry red cut, mostly healed, but its color was concerning.

"Again, when did this happen? Hours ago? Days?"

She looked away from him, feeling ashamed she hadn't said anything sooner. She had been used to hiding it on Vale Island for her safety, her new habits escaped her notice.

"Before… coming here. Before Honnoji."

His eyes widened in shock while his breath stalled in his lungs. In the next breath, he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her along behind him.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner, stupid?!" Whatever book he had picked up previously was now haphazardly dropped to the floor in his haste. "We're going to my palace. Now."

-You Should Always Tell The Truth (IkeSen, November 2019)

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“Do you know if the stars are out tonight?”

“They should be by now, yes. And the skies seemed clear enough earlier today.” He paused, “It will be cold, though, if you wish to see them.”

“Well, that’s what blankets are for, silly.”

He smiled. “Ah, yes, my mistake.”

Carefully, he peeled back the blankets, save for the one he wrapped around you. Then, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you out onto the familiar balcony. Though there was a beautifully crafted wheelchair beside the bed he could have used, Comte much preferred to carry you there as if you were a newly wedded bride crossing the threshold into your new life.

He sat you in his lap on the nearby bench, his warmth spreading through you as he held you gently. You turned your eyes skyward, watching the dark blanket of the heavens, dotted with small points of light, some brighter and some dimmer than others. It never failed to awe you, just like the person holding you securely.

“It’s still so beautiful,” You said, “even after all these years.”

“On the contrary, chérie,” he said softly. “I see something much more beautiful in front of me,”

“And you’re horribly biased, good monsieur.” You laughed. “Or going blind.”

“If I go blind tonight, I’ll be glad the last thing I saw was your smiling face, in my ‘horribly biased’ opinion.”

-Fais de Beaux Rêves (IkeVamp, October 2020)

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"It's true, isn't it?” she said. “I couldn't lead Wysteria when I was needed to. I couldn't even go through with marrying King Byron for help. And now, because of my incompetence, the Princess Elect system is destroyed, a laughing stock amongst its people and the other countries."

"Hey, don't-"

"I'm a coward, Alyn," her voice trembled, "You wasted your time looking for a silly little girl that didn't deserve to be found. A little girl that ran out on you too, because she was too afraid of losing you. Of losing everything."

Her eyes finally turned to Alyn, shimmering with unshed tears. Her breath caught in her throat as a few escaped, sliding down her cheeks. Fed up with hearing her talk down about herself, Alyn pulled her once more into his arms, running his fingers through her hair.

"You never lost me, though," he said quietly as she cried into his shoulder, "there wasn't a day that I didn't think about you. Wondering how you were doing, if Giles or the other nobles were being hard on you. Then, you ran away to Stein and..."

His arms tightened around her. Her sobs stopped.

"Everyone was saying that you were dead. No one would give me any answers of how or why. It was like you didn't exist anymore. Or that anyone cared that you had existed."

He shuddered at the memory.

-Reunion (Midnight Cinderella, March 2021)

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He breathed warm air onto the bell of his stethoscope and rubbed it against his shirt, testing it on his exposed wrist to make sure it was a comfortable temperature to the touch. Your soft giggles turned his head.

"Does blowing on it make it work better?" You said, laying on his chaise with a hand on your belly. Arthur grinned.

"Hardly," he said, taking a seat beside you and loosened the blue satin ribbons on your lacy stays, "but you did complain about the bell being cold last time and, though it was incredibly adorable seeing you jump, I decided to be kinder this time."

Carefully, he pulled down your stays below your belly while you pulled the top under your breasts, exposing your swollen abdomen to him. Placing his bare hands on you, he gently squeezed until he could feel a hard yet smooth area. That was likely the baby's back, the midwife had said, and that was the ideal place to look for a heartbeat. He then placed the stethoscope earpieces in with one hand while he kept his other hand on the baby.

"Slow, deep breaths now."

-Family (IkeVamp, May 2021)

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He hummed softly as he began putting his supplies away when he heard a sweet voice calling out to him.

Ah, there she was, just on the horizon, walking towards him in her pretty white dress. Vincent smiled brightly, wiped his hands on his painting apron, and started to amble towards her, intent on helping her with whatever she had brought with her.

As he got closer to her, he saw she wasn't carrying anything, just picking her way through the grass as best she could bare-handed. Vincent raised an eyebrow. Had Abby changed her mind and decided to come and get him after all? It was sweet of her but he worried she might overexert herself. He was about to call for her to stay where she was, that he would come to her, but soon saw she wasn't alone.

A man was following behind her, wearing grey pants with a white button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, carrying the old picnic blanket and basket. Had she invited the appraiser to come meet with him? It was kind of him to carry the basket and blanket for her. Odd, but kind regardless.

No, the man behind her looked familiar. It shouldn't be possible and yet…

The other man spotted him then, his eyes going wide. Vincent felt his own doing much the same.

"Theo…"

-I've Waited For This (IkeVamp, October 2021)

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Nokto felt Clara's racing heart against his cheek, her breathing calming his. Every inch of them was flushed and slick with sweat, both wearing nothing but the moonlight and her perfume.

-Birthday Present (IkePri, August 2022)

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #happy anniversary to me!#it's my fanfic anniversary #20 years of writing as of today #sheesh #I was a middleschooler when I started doing this crap #and in the early entries I think you can kinda tell it was written by a middleschooler #just a baby writer in her humble beginnings #kinda wish I could have some of hte rp stuff too #but didn't have the time to search for it #so just pulling from ao3 it is #maybe next anniversary I'll pull the rp stuff #in the next 20 years #lol

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brucewayneargento-moved · 3 years ago

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Good Is A Thing You Do – Chapter 1

Fic also avaliable on FF.net

Summary: Damian Wayne and Kamala Khan are friends but Ms Marvel and Robin hate each other

While the relationship with Sheik Abdullah and Kamala had become less strained over the years, so much that in fact the teenager actually saw him as something of a really wise uncle. She had to admit that the man still had blindspots. That wasn’t an insult, he just lacked some tact that's all, and perhaps he could use someone to help him to handle newcomers at the masjid , especially younger ones.

Kamala was thinking of going to get something to eat after the annual food drive at the mosque ended, but she found herself accidentally making eye contact with someone that seemed familiar.

It was a young boy, probably not older than fifteen, he had light green eyes, sepia brown skin and messy dark black hair. One could notice at first sight that he was new here as he seemed to be unsure of what to do by slowly balancing his body and looking everywhere as if he was inspecting the place. When the other boy took notice of her, he squinted, as if he had also seen her before and was too, trying to figure out how they knew each other.

Kamala stayed put, watching him, trying to recognize where he had seen him before. Her mouth almost fell off as he realized...he was one of the sons of Bruce Wayne.

Right at that moment Sheik Abdullah tapped the boy’s shoulder, making him turn around and subsequently shake his hand.

The older teenager stayed where she was: that kid was practically a celebrity and, to her judgement at least, a local cryptid. He had just popped in the news one day claiming he was the “blood son” of Bruce Wayne, a literal billionaire, and that he was here to stay and everyone in New Jersey just...accepted it. Truly strange.

And now the boy was in their local mosque, talking to Sheik Abdullah like it was nothing and wearing a thawb.

“Are you still here Kamala?” The aforementioned girl turned around and saw her best friend, Nakia, staring at her Tyesha who was rather amused.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” she scratched the back of her head apologetically. “Did you know Damian Wayne is muslim?”

“What?” Nakia looked behind her friend. “Huh, what do you know…oh oh it seems like Sheikh Abdullah is in ‘the zone.”

“Oh that poor kid.” Tyesha commented.

Kamala turned around and saw how the boy was smiling politely at the Sheikh but his eyes seemed to indicate that he would rather go home already. To which Kamala was sympathetic to. She decided to go towards them and “gently intervene” for the sake of the kid’s brain not exploding from all the information the older man was probably dumping onto him.

“Hello!” Kamala said in her commonly chirped tone, looking straight at the boy’s eyes and then turning around to Sheikh Abdullah. “And good day to you, Sheik Abdullah.”

“Ah, sister Kamala.” he said. “Just who I wanted to see.”

“Wait, really?” she tilted her head, she was starting to regret this as she felt a lecture coming.

“Yes,” he took a step back so she could see Damian better. “Kamala, this is Damian Wayne Ibn Al Ghul, he has decided to join us at the food drive today. Damian, this is Kamala Khan.”

Kamala offered her hand and Damian shook it. The girl could notice that he didn’t seemed like the outspoken boy he had seen in the tabloids, he seemed more reserved.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, Kamala nodded.

“Nice to meet you too,” she answered, surprised by the politeness of the boy he had previously thought of as aggressive.

“Damian is a new convert, “ Sheikh Abdullah explained. “His mother is from the Emirates but she doesn’t practice the deen . We were just having an interesting talk but I wouldn’t want to bore him to death, so I considered that maybe you could help him get accustomed to how everything works around here? If it’s not too much trouble.”

Spending time with the local billionaire cryptid? That didn’t sound so bad. And Kamala was flattered that Sheik Abdullah thought of her. No more than 3 years ago she had thought he hated her.

“Yeah, no problem!” she said. “Is that alright with you?”

“It is perfectly fine with me, “ he said.

“Great!” she pointed at the front door. “Do you like falafel?”

About thirty minutes later Kamala, Tyesha, Nakia and Damian found themselves at Al-Basha, the best place to eat in Jersey. They managed to get a table next to the window where they could see the people walking and hear the sounds of the street.

“So, what did you think of the service, Damian?” Kamala asked while whipping his mouth clean with a napkin.

“It was great,” he admitted. “It’s hard to explain but I felt great at giving something back to the community.”

“It is very rewarding, “ Tyesha agreed. “How long have you been converted, Damian?”

“Well,” He said. “About two weeks but I’ve been studying the teachings for about five years now.”

“You started to learn when you were ten?” Nakia asked, surprised.

“Well yes, I...went through sort of a...experience that left me wanting to learn more about it, a sort of life and death situation.”

“Really?” Kamala asked with her mouth full, she swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Damian said, changing the subject. “I’m glad I reached this point.”

Kamala was about to talk when she was suddenly interrupted by someone screaming, she turned around and looked out of the window, people were running through the streets and screaming. And there was a smog of clouds forming that was beginning to cover the block.

“Uh, umm sorry Damian I just remembered I have to-” Kamala started to fabricate an excuse when she turned around and saw the boy was gone.

“Did anyone watch him leave?” she asked and both women shrugged in shock.

She would figure it out later, She had a job to do.

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Damian barely had time to get changed in an old telephone booth (He remembered to thank Jon later and also wondered why there was still a telephone booth in Jersey in the first place) before he could jump into action and see what was the deal with the whole with that mysterious mist.

He came into the main street and saw all the people running from the fog. People were screaming and falling into the ground. A particular young girl slipped into the ground and Robin ran straight to her to assist her and gave her back to her mother.

He looked up and deduced that the brown by the colour of the smog that Scarecrow had probably escaped out of Arkham and was causing all this mayhem. He just had to find him and beat him back to prison.

Damian took his sai, an oxygen mask out of his utility belt (Thanks Baba) and ran head straight into the mist, looking for the villain. While getting more and more into the city, with the buildings and the subways, he realized that the smog was coming from under the city from the air vents located in almost every block.

“Great,” Damian said. “I’ll have to get my boots wet with sewer water.”

He continued to run and three blocks away he found a sewer entrance in the middle of the street. He picked up the lid and after giving himself a small mental encouragement he jumped inside.

On reflection he should have at least looked before he jumped in.

Damian felt he had fallen on something hard but quickly realized that something was actually a person and was currently sitting on top of them.

“Ouch!” the person said.“ What the-...Robin?”

Damian jumped out of them and his eyes widened upon seeing who it was: “Ms. Marvel?”The older teenager frowned and got up. She was also wearing an oxygen mask although it seemed of lower quality to the one that Robin had.

“What are you doing here?” they both said at the same time. Pointing at each other.

“This is my town!” she said.

Damian rolled his eyes. “Last time I checked it was called ‘Jersey City’, not Ms. Marvel-ville.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “No wonder no one likes bats.”

“I don’t care what you Marvels think of me,” he spated. “I’m just here to beat scarecrow’s ass back to jail.”

“Well that makes two of us.” she crossed her arms. Damian rolled his eyes again.

Robin sighed and just resigned his fate to the fact that he would have to tolerate Ms. Marvel for the whole trip to whenever Scarecrow was. If he knew anything about her, it was that she was stubborn. A quality he actually both respected and found completely unbearable.

Both teenage superheroes kept walking through the sewers, straight to the dot in the toxins radar that Robin had (thanks again, baba). Trying to keep quiet because if any of them dared to make a snarky comment they would surely end with a shoe on their face. Simply put, Ms Marvel didn’t want to deal with a kid ninja, and Robin didn’t want to deal with a giant hand stamping him into a wall. So they just had to frown, bear and stare at each other deadly.

After hours of waffling around, Damian barely managed to get the smell of the sewers from his uniform and body. He slumped into his bed and groaned. He was angry that him and Ms. Marvel hadn’t found anything, even after looking for hours.

When they reached the place where the dot was in the radar they only had managed to see a small, empty grenade of Scarecrow gas in the middle of the sewer map, where all the pipes connected and all the water fell.

Damian turned his head around and looked at the device standing on his nightstand. He had to convince Ms. Marvel that Batman could clearly examine the evidence better than ten avengers (which was true) to even have it. For some reason the girl had taken offence to that and just said “Fine, I’ll figure it out myself, I don’t need your help.”

“Clearly,” Damian had responded before being stamped into the wall by a giant hand.

“Stupid girl.” he thought. Immediately after it his cell phone started to vibrate on his pocket. He took the call.

“Damian?” his eyes widened at the feminine voice on the other side of the line and coughed.

“Oh, hello Kamala,” he said, scratching his head while looking for an excuse “I’m sorry I had to leave so early today.”

“It 's okay! I just hoped that you arrived at your house safely, it's been a crazy day.” she laughed a little.

“Tell me about it,” he agreed.

There was an uncomfortable pause.

Damian coughed again. “You should let me repay you for the falafel we had today.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Kamala assured him.

“I insist,” he said. “If you need a favor, you can ask me.”

There was another pause.

“Actually, there’s something you can do for me,” Kamala said after a while “Do you know how to cook?”

“I...manage to get by.” Damian said. “Why?”

“Well…” The boy could practically feel how the girl was rubbing the back of her head over the phone. “Me, my mom and brother are going to make a special dinner for my abbu and we could use another pair of hands around the house.”

“Oh,” Damian swallowed bilis. “I see.”

“You know what, that’s a lot to ask from someone I just met,” Kamala apologized. “Just forget about it and-

“No, I would love to help.” Damian interrupted her.

“Really?”

“I mean it,” he promised. “I...never got to cook with my parents, I...I would love to join you in this.”

“Oh...great!” she chirped. “I’ll text you the address.”

Damian hung up after saying his goodbyes and smiled, warmly.

#my post #damian wayne #kamala khan #batman #captain marvel #robin #ms marvel #teen titans #marvel champions #batfamily #dc comics #marvel comics

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spookybias · 4 years ago

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ᝰ frozen ideals | park sunghoon ˎˊ˗

paring: park sunghoon x gender neutral! reader

genre: slice of life ─ fluff, slight angst

content: idol! sunghoon x figure skater! reader, more than friends but less than lovers au, i ramble a bit about what a home is.

synopsis: sunghoon revisits the ice rink, and after seeing you, begins to have doubts on what he really wants in life.

word count: 2.7k

note: this only took a couple of days, so it’s not my best work. i kind of overdid it i guess? this was supposed to be short, but i just couldn’t stop. i also cried while writing a couple of paragraphs of this lol. one more thing, i’m not the best with endings, so i’m not sure if you guys will understand it. it is happy, though.

SUNGHOON DIDN'T VISIT THE ICE RINK AS OFTEN AS HE BEFORE. During his figure skating career, he was often at the ice rink at least 3-4 times a week. Sometimes before school hours, other times after school hours, and many times during school hours. If he thought his life as a professional figure skater was busy, his belief had changed once advancing from trainee to applicant to contestant, and finally, to idol.

Sunghoon’s time was divided between training, schoolwork, competitions, and every now and then, interviews.

His schedule was now made up of all the tasks of a predebut idol. There were photoshoots, interviews, and vocal and dance practices to attend. His free time was given away, -but only out of love for his fans- to sudden vlive sessions and random social media updates. he rarely ever had time to himself nowadays, as even what was left after all of his daily routines and weekly events was often used to eat, freshen up, and rest. And none of this would compare to the schedule that was to come once him and the boys made their debut.

There were times where he thought back to his days on the ice; what would life be like if he hadn’t quit figure skating?

It had been a long time since he had visited the ice rink, and while all the other boys used their one free day off in a while to visit their family back home, or to hang out with their old friends at their favorite place, Sunghoon found himself back at the ice rink. But who’s to say that this favorite place of his that he spent many times at alone, wasn’t his home?

Home isn’t where you live. No, that was your apartment, your house, your condo or your space at the shelter, maybe even the streets. Home is the place that provides you with a sense of security, an overwhelming amount of happiness, a much more avaliable version of cloud 9. Even when you’ve been there twenty times in one week, forty times in one month, the place still feels like a new visit each time. That’s a home.

Often, it isn’t what you do at said place that makes it a home. It’s the safe space founded by the very things about that place that make you happy. The angle at which the lights hit, the background noise that boasts behind you when you’re having fun, the people inhabiting the environment. All these things still feel new, but recognizable every time you visit.

This was the case for Park Sunghoon. You were his safe space.

The ice rink was nearly empty except for you, your coach, and the advisor who kept watch to make sure there weren’t any mishaps in the rink. This wasn’t meant to be a private meeting. You almost always arrived as soon as the rink opened, and so there were never really people there.

Sunghoon had shown up out of the blue after waking up with a sudden urge to visit the rink. It wasn’t until he stood in the seating area, looking over the frost, did he realize how much he missed. He remembered the goosebumps that grazed his skin when the chilly air hit his bare arms and the numb feeling you get on your butt when you land on it after falling back.

He longed for it all, but maybe not enough to quit his new career.

You noticed the lanky boy outside the rink after landing a toe loop. You were a skater, sure, but you weren’t the most coordinated one. You had often made it to competitions with Sunghoon, but you wouldn’t ever make it as far as he did. Still, you loved ice skating, and you would only get better.

That being said, you hadn’t gotten better just yet and were easily distracted. Skidding to a halt, you cheerfully waved to Sunghoon. “Hi, Hoonie!” That meant your eyes were off the cracking ice in front of you, and you tripped, flying forward.

Sunghoon rushed out onto the ice, panic gracing his features. He was accustomed to the ice, and carefully but quickly made it to you in his converse.

“____, are you okay?” Sunghoon didn’t wait for an answer, wrapping one of your arms around his neck and hoisting you up bridal style. “I haven’t seen you in months, and when I finally do I cause an accident.” He shook his head.

You chuckled at his self-disappointment. You waited for him to put you down on the bleachers before telling him, “It wasn’t that big of a deal Sunghoon. I’ve fallen hundreds of times. Ninety out of a hundred of those times, you weren’t there to help me.”

“If it was no big deal, then why did you need me to carry you off the ice?”

You smiled mockingly, eyes shut tight and lips pressed together, a compressed smile at its finest. “I didn’t. I just wanted a free ride.”

Sunghoon shook his head, laughing. His laugh was light like a feather, quiet like a baby’s snore. “You always were lazy,” He replied jokingly.

“Hey! I’ve been practicing really hard! Someone has to take your place, remember? And you’re not here to coach me anymore.”

It was true. After word got around that the Park Sunghoon had quit his career as a professional figure skater, everyone in you guys’ age range seemed to be fighting to be known as the best. For awhile, Sunghoon offered you tips and techniques for mastering his most known tricks. You were someone dear to him, and even when you guys were competing against each other, he secretly hoped you’d do better than him.

The young boy only got busier, though, and could no longer help you train.

“____!” You were snapped out of your conversation by your coach, Eunkyung. She walked up to the two of you. The way she eyed Sunghoon -a look of disbelief mixed with digust- made you gulp. “Stop fooling around. He isn’t here to train you anymore, therefore, he’s wasting valuable time.”

You knew how Eunkyung felt towards Sunghoon. She had dreams of making it as big as him when she was the same age, but couldn’t due to financial situations. Seeing someone who had everything she wanted in a figure skating career give it all up irked her soul. She had openly voiced her opinions on Park Sunghoon to you and the other trainees.

“Please, Eunkyung.” You begged in a low voice, but Sunghoon could still hear. Something about you begging Eunkyung to let him stay made his heart flutter. “We hardly see each other anymore. I really missed him.”

That was it. Sunghoon’s ears were suddenly on fire. When had you gotten so bold?

“Fine. Thirty minutes. Don’t expect another break today because this is the only one you’ll be getting.” Eunkyung walked off muttering something about ungrateful teens and the next competition being in three weeks.

You began to move from the bench Sunghoon had dropped you off at, but immediately sat back down, a hiss escaping your lips.

“You said you were fine.” Sunghoon placed a protective hand on your shoulder, as if the pain was a person making their way towards you.

“I am fine.” You stared out onto the ice trying to wiggle out the static shooting through your leg.

“That isn’t the kind of sound people make when they’re fine, ____. I’ll get Eunkyung.”

“No.” Your voice was firm. “It’s just a cramp, Sunghoon. You know figure skaters get cramps.”

Sunghoon stood quietly, looking down at you, but you avoided eye contact. “Okay.”

“I get them a lot. Eunkyung says it’s because I don’t stretch enough beforehand. We used to stretch together, remember? But you’re not here anymore so I forget.” The statement sounded more spiteful than you intended.

Sunghoon wondered if you were mad at him, and hiding your anger with fake excitement towards seeing him again. Did you secretly wish that he had never come back?

You kept bringing up the past and reminding him that he wasn’t around anymore. It was times like these where he questioned what he really wanted.

The two of you sat in silence. Just basking in each other’s existence was enough. That’s what was so mesmerizing about your friendship. Sometimes all the two of you did was sit next to each other, and it felt like so much fun.

“It’s been awhile, huh, ice prince?” You broke the silence and smiled playfully. “Did you miss me?” Your tone was teasing when you asked, but deep down you knew that if the answer was no your heart would shatter.

Sunghoon didn’t bother to even fight back. “Yeah, I did.” He liked it when you called him ice prince. It could get him to admit anything. It could even make him admit he was in love with you, but you didn’t need to know that.

“You never text me anymore.” He couldn’t figure out if it was a normal statement or a sad one. “I know you’re busy, though.” He exhaled being grateful for that add-on. “What’s it like?”

“I love it.” Sunghoon simply stated. You hardly even finished asking the question when he had answered. “It’s a lot of work, and sometimes I can’t believe I made it, but I love it.”

“You love Jake especially too, right?” You teased.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“You know I’m kidding,” You shook your head, laughing. Sunghoon missed hearing your laugh. The audio recordings from old videos of you two together just weren’t enough for him anymore.

“You know you’re the only…” Sunghoon trailed off and looked away. Talking about his feelings for you was difficult for him. It was difficult for you too. You didn’t need him to finish his sentence. Of course, you often needed reassurance that you hadn’t been replaced, but just the first few words of his statement were enough. You knew what he meant.

He was the only one for you too.

“Do you think what I’m doing is right?” Sunghoon suddenly questioned. For some reason he was holding back a sob, and he wasn’t sure why.

You stared at a scrape in the ice for a moment, before finally turning to the boy of your dreams. “Yes.” You nodded your head, smiling. “I watch your vlives and read your interviews and I retweet all your photos and cheer on all your moments.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek. You were happy for Sunghoon, but it hurt that he was doubting his desires after a long time of trying to prove himself.

You continued, “Sometimes my friends tell me I’m whipped, but I’m just really happy for you, Hoonie. So please don’t doubt yourself.”

Sunghoon was glad that only one tear had escaped. He didn’t want you to cry over him. “There are days where I try to imagine what life would be like if I was still here. Skating with you and everyone else.”

You replied almost instantly. “Well stop imagining those things. You’re not here anymore. You can’t let what you thought you wanted interfere with what you really want. You didn’t leave anyone or anything behind. It’s not like you forgot about this place. We still love you, and we’re rooting for you and always have been. You spent so long trying to prove yourself to everybody. Don’t let those years be in vein. If you quit, I swear I’ll-”

“I’m not going to quit.” Sunghoon stopped you. “If you’re proud of me, then I must be doing the right thing.”

You let out a breath and smiled, turning away from the boy once again. “Ideals change, ice prince. You’re allowed to change.”

Sunghoon looked over at you, noting how you avoided eye contact. He found it really cute. “Thank you, ____.” The two of you shared a smile, and then Sunghoon looked down to your left leg. “How is it? Is the cramp gone?”

You stood up, wiggled your left foot, and hopped on your left leg for good measure. “Yep! Think we can go around the rink for a bit before my break is up?”

Sunghoon’s cheeks turned pink. “Are you asking me out?”

You tightened your laces and laughed. “I would never."

SUNGHOON SKATED BESIDE YOU. This wasn’t a date. Despite your hands clasped together tightly but comfortably and the statements shared between the two of you earlier, you and Sunghoon were not a thing. The two of you were just a couple of friends who almost had something due to your shared interest and quiet bonding. You loved each other and it wasn’t complicated, but it was uncharted territory neither of you were ready to enter.

You skidded to a stop. “I’ve been practicing really hard,” You told Sunghoon again. You skated circles around him. “Eunkyung says that with a couple more months of training, I can make it farther than you ever did.”

“Is that a threat?” Sunghoon began following after you, the two of you facing each other, skating sideways to form a small circle around the spot you guys had just been standing in.

“Yes, it is.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “But seriously. It’s so much work ‘cause you’re known for doing the most.” You rolled your eyes, remembering the countless laps Eunkyung made you skate around the ice rink. You brightened up when you remembered something else. “I’ve been getting a lot better at salchows, though, which we all know I am terrible at. Look.”

Sunghoon watched in amazement as you skated around the rink, performing salchows over and over again. Your landings were a little slopping, but you could easily fix that.

“I wanna show you something else before you go.” Suddenly Sunghoon remembered that he had to leave soon, as your break would be up, and he had to see his mother in a bit. He followed you out the ice rink.

You opened your backpack, which Sunghoon had just now noticed was left out on the bleachers. He would have to remind you not to do that. If the rink got crowded, someone could steal your stuff. You pulled out a black notebook and handed it to Sunghoon.

He opened the notebook, puzzled at the lines and numbers all over the pages along with little doodles. However, his confusion went away once he realized that the little doodles were diagrams of figure skating tricks, and the lines and numbers all matched up to physics calculations.

“After you left, I honestly forgot a lot of your tips. It was hard using your methods without you being around to coach me.” You looked down at your hands. “I take physics in school, so I’ve been using it to help me with figure skating.”

Sunghoon was in awe. In his mind, he had been selfish to keep wishing he could be back at the rink just to help you. If he had stayed, he would just be stopping you from finding your own techniques, from realizing your full potential. He now realized that he didn’t have to keep worrying about if you were okay. You were doing just fine without him, and although that thought would be negative to most, Sunghoon was proud of you.

“____, this is amazing.”

“You don’t think it’s nerdy?”

“Of course not. You’re a genius,” Sunghoon stated. The embarrassment that had just filled your senses was quickly replaced by fluster. “Um, thanks, Hoonie.”

The two of you continued to flip through the book together, you pointing out tiny notes that you wanted Sunghoon to see, and him asking questions and nodding his head in intrigue. Sunghoon flipped to the most recent diagram, and examined the page.

“What’s this?” Sunghoon pointed to a diagram of a trick he had never seen before.

“Oh! Eunkyung says that if I want to stand out I should combine a couple of moves and form my own tricks, and name them something cool. I need to show the judges how I stand out from the other contestants.” You looked over the page, and caught a small note in your handwriting. Suddenly feeling nervous, you tried to change the subject. “Uh, why don’t we skate some more.”

Sunghoon glanced at you before scanning the page once more. And then he saw it. The diagram was a mix of a salchow and a toe loop, two moves Sunghoon was very much known for perfecting. Under the diagram were two words that made Sunghoon’s heart flutter.

Ice Prince.

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blackcherrykiss · 4 years ago

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.10)

[CH.1] [CH.2] [CH.3] [CH.4] [CH.5] [CH.6] [CH.7][CH.8][CH.9] previous chapters [CH.11] next chapter (unavailable on tumblr but avaliable on wattpad!)

"You'll give me your blood in exchange for theirs."

You could feel his earnest breath against the left side of your neck when he spoke. The proximity was causing you to hold your breath tightly. "Sunghoon please..." You just barely breathed out, fearing anything you said would be the death of you.

"Afraid my love? I'm not going to hurt you unless you let me in." You felt Sunghoon's soft lower lip stroke up your neck until it met your ear, "I'll give you time to think." He pulled away to caress your face with a feathery touch as the sky grew darker and darker.

...

You rested the following day with no intentions of going to classes. You got your dormmates to tell the office about the severe headache you had; too weak to attend that day. To your surprise, one of the nurses at the school had knocked at your dorm to do a brief check-up and ensure you weren't lying.

"You must be Y/N! Sweetie, how are you feeling?" A slim young woman came in with a medium briefcase of supplies.

"It's nothing too serious right now, it's just a slight headache, I think you brought a bit much..." You held your pounding head while staring at the excessive equipment she had in hand.

"Oh, all of this? It's a standard to bring it just in case." The nurse said with a Southern Irish accent, "Now sit down, I'll take your temperature first."

You sat down on your own bed and watched as she took out a pink thermometer and put it under your arm. You yawned while waiting, getting a closer look at the woman. She had naturally fawn-blonde hair that flowed down in delicate curls. Healthy skin that was rosy at the cheekbones.

"Hun, your temperature is just slightly over normal. Is it just today you've been having headaches?" The nurse said while waving around the stick that read 38.1°C.

"I get them from time... Rarely though, I think I've been stressed lately that's all..."

"Perhaps you have low iron? Are you sure no other symptoms and potential causes?"

"Lack of sleep." You admitted, "And probably low iron... My mom has so I must too..."

"I see hun... Many girls call in sick and it's usually related to their menstrual cycles. But recently I find there is some sort of common cold going around. Yesterday this young boy fainted and when I took his temperature he had a seriously high fever." The nurse said while beginning to sterilize the thermometer with some rubbing alcohol.

"He did?!" You blurted out unintentionally, your voice making an embarrassing crack, "Sorry... He's just my friend, I was there when he fainted. Do you mind me asking how Jungwon is doing?"

"Not too well... He seems very sick but... Whenever I try phoning his parents regarding a checkup with a doctor or a record of his medical history, nobody ever picks up." The nurse looked upset and frustrated that she couldn't do much for him.

Little did the nurse know Jungwon didn't even have parents... 'Heeseung would be his guardian at best' you thought. "Oh, that's terrible..." You felt yourself tense up knowing the reason for Jungwon's illness.

"Well, if you have no other questions I guess I will be on my way. Your name was y/n right?" She said while scratching a couple of words on a small pad of paper.

"That's correct."

"y/n... That name sounds familiar... Perhaps you are friends with Kyungeun?" The nurse put her pen and paper down on your nightstand.

"You know Kyungeun?" You rubbed the back of your neck.

"Of course! I visit her often. She's mentioned your name from time to time." She gave a healthy smile before getting up to leave, "She loves you to bits!"

You were touched Kyungeun would mention that to the nurse, it made you feel a little better knowing that.

"I'll get going now then, hun!" The nurse grabbed her case and exited your dorm after you thanked her.

When you went back to your bed you noticed the nurse had left her pad of paper. Taking the paper to go and run after her, you squint to read what was actually written on it. The paper just had blue ink notes in some wavy font about your condition and personal information. When you lifted the notepad up, you noticed a paper fell from the stack. Bending down with just your back, you saw Kyungeun's medical information swirled on the front.

"Anemia?" You read aloud before a semi-aggressive knock was heard from behind your dorm door. You quickly stuffed the paper where it was originally attached, feeling guilty you saw what you should not have. "I was just about to chase you down!" You began speaking before the door was even completely open.

You saw the young nurse once again with a troubled face, "I'm so sorry, I'm so disorganized! Thanks, darling!" She looked relieved as you handed over the stuff she had left behind. You smiled to cover up the actual shock that shot through your veins after seeing Kyungeun's records.

Anaemia is a low blood condition and knowing Kyungeun had it still surprised you. Were you really trying to deny that Sunghoon drinks Kyungeun's blood?

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You napped the rest of the day, catching up on the sleep you had missed over the past week. The throbbing in your head gladly helped you fall asleep in an instant, but your wishes of having a quiet sleep would not come true.

You found yourself in a fever dream, scenes flickering in your mind at the speed of light. You saw Jungwon's complexion glitter against a deep velvet as he drove his fangs deep into a prominent vein. The vein however on his own wrist; drinking his own blood. The amber-red liquid began streaming down his chin and into an empty wine glass in large opaque droplets. The imagery of the blood in a wine glass was one you had never thought you would see, especially in a dream. The blood was much thicker in consistency compared to alcohol and it made your stomach churn with absolute sickness as Sunoo picked up the glass to swish it around as the adults do with classic red wine. Sunoo then bit down on the heel of his palm, planting a deep bite mark. He began squeezing his hand tightly to release more blood into the glass. When the glass had filled midway, Sunoo chugged it down.

"Y/N?!" You felt Nana shake both of your shoulders, waking you back conscious. You twitched while sitting up from your bed, "You're sweating like crazy. I got scared seeing your distressed face..."

"Fever dream... It's whatever..." Surprisingly your headache hurt a lot less even after the vividly strange dream had seemingly interrupted your off day. The problem was now your stomach that felt awful over the constant blood being displayed in your head, "I think I'll be fine to go to school tomorrow after I sleep on it tonight, my headache has become a mild stomach"

"More rest? You probably just need to get up and out of your bed, it's too warm and stuffy plus you've barely moved the entire day." Nana nagged. To which you agreed, you were getting unbearably hot which might've been the trigger to the fever dream.

"Yeah, I'll go for a walk..." You stared down at your sheets while thinking about what the strange dream meant. Why did Sunoo drink Jungwon's blood? And can vampires drink each other's blood? You immediately thought of the book you had left in the woods the previous night, perhaps there were answers in it. You were just too horrified that day to pick up the book and take it with you. But it seemed it might be of use to you now.

"Have you eaten yet? Hyesun and Dahee are at the dining hall right now and I just came to check up on you."

"No, I haven't eaten the whole day... But I think I might vomit if I eat..." You fastened your eyes shut at the recollection of what you had seen, "Just go without me, I'll go for a walk in the meantime." You said with the means to go off into the forest and find that damned book.

...

You feel refreshed, with the clean autumn breeze gusting your hair back, and out of your face. It was around the time most people ate an early meal, so you weren't surprised to see few pairs of people in the courtyards. Students seemed to be taking it nice and slow under the calm weather, one on one conversations and cloud watching on the wood benches.

You strut along the same path you had gone down the other day, your mary jane shoes getting wet from a puddle on the way. The woods had looked a lot less intimidating during the early evening compared to after sunset. You just had to ensure you were taking the path Sunghoon had led you down and you'd find the book, right? It would be a quick and simple job.

But after taking the seemingly correct path, you found yourself getting more unfamiliar with where you walked. Regardless of where you ended up, the place was a lot more peaceful and pretty than your first impression of it. You skipped along, turning your journey into a leisurely hike now. The sun heavily coated one particular part of the forest, creating a mystic olive glow onto the dried grass. The section of forest, in particular, had fewer trees with a giant rock in the centre of it. As you approached the area, you noticed someone far in the distance laying on the rock, basking in the sunlight with skin so white it looked teal under the reflection of the trees. The young boy didn't have your school's uniform but instead, a rust coloured flannel and some tatteredly torn jeans with cuts all over them. You were willing to just leave the delinquent alone, turn back and give up. That is until you noticed the boy reading.

As you came into a four-metre radius to get a better look at if the book he possessed was the one you were searching for, the boy sat up to gaze dead on at you. You probably looked worse than a deer in the headlights, surprised at his alertness. "Who are you?" The ash haired boy asked before you could.

"I'm looking for a book I dropped around here the other day." You bore your eyes at his hands.

"This wouldn't be it, would it?" The young stranger stood up to scoop the book off the rock so you could see it clearly. He was a lot taller than how he appeared while lying on his back.

"I'm pretty sure it is my book... May I have it back?" You asked politely after noticing the colour of the backing was identical to the one you picked up from the library.

"What's it to you?" He raised a brow while swirling his tongue around the inside of his cheek.

"It might answer some questions I have..." You bit your tongue as to whether or not the boy in front of you was among the vampire pack. It seemed his hesitation to give the book back was telling you undermining something.

"Ahh, so it's you who they talk about?" He nodded to himself, "Heard you were some clever girl who would eventually figure out our little secret." He dozed off into the distance at some withering pine trees. It was clear he was associated with the bunch by now, no surprises there.

"Sunghoon t-told me the other day you were all vampires... He was the one who took the book in the first place and used it to bait me here."

"Then why did you leave the book?"

"Got too shocked and sick, just wanted to escape the place after he told me you were all vampires. Thought I was going to die." You began to sweat. Recalling the situation made you realize you were in the same position once again; alone with a vampire in the woods far away from people.

"Alright? So you have questions about us that you think this silly book will answer? Why ask a book when you could ask the vampire right in front of you." He faced his palms up on either side of him.

You stood astonished by his response. Instead of forcibly taking your blood he was offering some useful information to you, "You mean you're not going to kill me?"

"I considered it... Until I found out who you were." He commented with a hint of disappointment. "Luckily you've caught me at the right time, so ask away."

"Found out who I was? What do you mean?"

"Who knows what kind of shit I'll hear from the guys if they found out I got a lick of your blood." He shut down your further questions about the matter, "Now ask the questions."

Looking around as if you were about to tell a secret, you dived right into the ideas you were given from your dreams, "Can vampires drink their own blood?" You gulped remembering Jungwon drawing blood from himself.

"They can... It helps with blood cravings but it tastes very bitter. Next." He said, treating the conversation as some speed round questionnaire.

"Okay...? Can vampires drink each other's blood?" The last scene of your dream coming to mind of Sunoo taking a swig of the wine glass filled with his blood mixed with Jungwon's.

"Who have you seen doing that? Sunoo? Jaeyun?"

"No one, it was just a dream!? Sunoo and Jaeyun actually do that?" It seemed weird hearing Sunoo's name being directly suggested. It was as if your dream was a potential reflection of reality. How could that be?

"Drinking other vampires blood tastes better than drinking your own blood but it's not often we do that." The boy tapped his head to think.

"So then what occasion would you drink each other's blood?"

"Usually when we can't get ahold of human blood. Survival purposes in short. Put it this way, drinking your own blood won't make you stronger because you're not getting any new nutrients. Drinking other vampire's blood will fulfil that it's just not as vital as half-humans or better yet, full human blood."

"Half-humans?! They exist?"

"Yeah, their blood tastes a lot better than full vampire blood but it's definitely not better than full human blood. Pretty sure Sunghoon feeds off some half-blooded girl, not that I can remember her name."

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sunflowershouyou · 4 years ago

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✮ Project Fun

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x gn!reader

in which you're first year in university and your intent is to focus on your studies; everything is going as planned until you have to do a project with Bokuto Koutarou

word count: 2455

The lecture has already started. The professor hasn't stopped talking for fifteen minutes. Everyone were focused on him completely engrossed in the material.

You were in the first row right in front of the professor. It was your first year as a university student. It was a big deal for you, moving away, starting a new life, being independent and relying on yourself. You liked that but you knew you had to be very responsible and you decided to focus on your studies and not let yourself get carried away from your goals. This meant no parties, no more lazy afternoons and especially no boyfriends. This seemed like a perfect plan for you.

The professor's voice was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise. The door opened and everyone in the lecture hall turned their eyes on the person, causing all the chaos.

'Hey hey hey! Good morning, everyone! Good morning, professor! Sorry I'm late again.' said the guy who was constantly late for lectures.

You made a little noise out of annoyance. It was Bokuto Koutarou. You didn't really like him. Why? He was never ready for projects, never on time, always unnecessary loud and too cheerful for your taste. You could list way too many reasons of why you didn't enjoy his company. To be honest you only thought you didn't like him. Actually you wanted to be like him. Deep inside you admired him. Yes he wasn't the most responsible one but he had a way with people, which you were kinda envious of since you still hadn't made any friends. Bokuto was very confident and even if he said something wrong he didn't mind, you on the other hand had no courage to even raise your hand because you were scared of saying something that might not be right. To sum up Bokuto was everything you weren't.

'Bokuto... again? What happened this time?' asked the professor.

'I'm really sorry I stayed up late last night and couldn't wake up on time this morning.' answered the boy.

'Volleyball practice I assume?'

'Correct!'

'Okay but please try to be on time from now on.'

'Yessir!' cheerfully said Bokuto and since the only avaliable places were on the first row he sat next to you.

'Hi!' he said to you.

'Oh...hello.' you suddenly felt like it was getting hotter in the hall.

'Okay everyone I have an announcement to make.' declared the professor 'Your next task is a project and you have to work in pairs. The deadline is the last week of the semester which means you have one month. Choose your partner and tell me the groups till tomorrow. Goodbye, have a nice day!'

The professor left the hall. You started panicking as soon as he mentioned 'work in pairs'. You hated working in groups and on top of that you had no one to ask to be with you. You were deep in your thoughts when Bokuto asked:

'Hey, do you perhaps want to work with me on the project?' he smiled.

'Um...' you didn't really like the idea but you had no other option '... okay fine.'

'Cool! I'm Bokuto Koutarou by the way. Nice to meet you!'

'I'm Y/N.'

'Oh so it's Y/N! I've been wondering for some time. Your name is pretty!'

He said that so casually that it left you speechless. Your cheeks became pink and it got even hotter. Before you could even say something he asked you:

'So when are we starting with the project?'

'What about tomorrow?'

'Tomorrow!?' Bokuto was shocked. He's not the type of person who does school work immediately.

'Yes, tomorrow. Do you have a problem if we study in the library?

'Nope, not at all.'

'Okay tomorrow at 3pm in front of the library.'

'I'll be there, Y/N!'

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Two hours had passed and Bokuto was nowhere to be seen. You ended up studying by yourself. The library was closing so you decided to head home. At that moment you saw Bokuto running to you.

'Y/N! I'm sorry I'm late! But I'm here now so let's study.'

'Okay but the library is closed.'

'Oh...I guess I was really late then.' he let out an awkward laugh.

You sighed and decided to act a little cold 'Look, I know you're not exactly that type of person but I would really appreciate it if you take this project seriously. I need to ace this subject.'

'Are you always this strict to yourself?' Bokuto was curious.

'What is that supposed to mean?'

'Well... don't you ever have fun? Like I know this is important to you but don't you go out with friends sometimes? Like... on a movie or... I don’t know?'

'I-...' you had hard time finishing you sentence 'I don't have any friends...'

'Huh?' he looked at you with his big curious eyes.

You felt embarrassed. You were ready for him to make fun of you.

'This is kinda good you know?'

'How come?'

'Because I can be your first friend!'

You were absolutely surprised and astonished by the way he talks so casually and reacts to things. Every time he said something you could feel the sincerity. You felt warm knowing there's at least one person who wanted to be your friend despite you completely isolating yourself from others.

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It was the next day. You were on your way to the library where you were supposed to meet Bokuto for a study session. You couldn't stop thinking about what he said to you the previous day. He really was sweet but you decided to ignore any feelings and to focus only on the project.

'Hey hey hey!'

'Bokuto..?'

'Y/N! I'm on time as promised! Am I the best partner you've ever had or what?' he was so cheerful almost childlike and you couldn't help but chuckle a little.

'How did you manage to come on time?' you asked.

'Well... this is very important to you, right? So since we are friends it means that it is important to me as well.' Bokuto explained.

Again... this sincerity. Everything he's said to you made you genuinely happy.

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Two weeks have passed since you and Bokuto started working on the project. You were having lunch at the cafeteria when you got a message from your new friend.

B: [Hey, Y/N! I have an important match soon and I have to stay at practice a bit longer.]

Y/N: [When will you be ready? You know the library closes at 5pm.]

B: [Do you mind coming to the gym? We can study here. I have the keys.You can watch the practice if you want to... ']

Y/N: [Okay, I'll be there when I'm ready.]

Your last lecture for the day was over and you went straight to the gym. There was no chance for you to not find it since the boys shouting and volleyballs bouncing left and right could be heard from miles away.

You opened the door and the sight of Bokuto jumping and spiking the ball as hard as he could breaking the blocks was right in front of your eyes. You realised that you knew nothing about Bokuto. The only Bokuto you knew was the one from lectures. Besides that you had no idea what is he like.

'Y/N you came! You really wanted to see me play, huh?' Bokuto said.

'Uhm... I just... I was curious.'

The boy left you alone since the coach scolded him for talking to you. You planned on studying while your project partner was playing but you found it hard to not look at Bokuto. You were amazed by his skills, especially when someone referred to him as ace. You had no idea he was the ace of the team. You felt guilty for misjudging Bokuto. You had no right to do that considering the fact that you knew almost nothing about him. He was actually very responsible, reliable, dedicated, hard-working and never gived up on anything.

The practice was finally over and both of you and Bokuto realised that you've been watching him the whole time.

'Y/N if you want to see me more on court come to our match!' he suggested.

You blushed. Why did you felt embarrassed by this question? Your eyes met and you couldn't say anything. You were standing right in front of him keeping an eye contact and wondering why couldn't you answer him. Then you felt something. It was like electricity going through your whole body. Everything made you blush even more and your whole face was burning.

'I'll take that as a Yes!' said Bokuto and left to change his clothes.

Your study session went well but why did you keep feeling weird? Why was it so hard for you to stay calm and focus? You were wondering the whole time and Bokuto sensed that there was something else on your mind.

'Y/N?' Bokuto cupped your cheeks and felt the heat from your skin 'You're burning! Are you okay?'

This single movement startled you and you panicked.

'Y-yes I'm fine don't worry, Bokuto! Let's stu-'

And before you could finish your sentence he pressed his lips on your forehead.

'Bokuto! What what are you doing?' You felt as if everything was out of control. What were you supposed to do in this situation?

'Just checking if you have temperature. My mother does it every time when I'm sick.'

How was he so calm you wondered. He basically kissed you on the forehead and acted like nothing has happened.

'Hmmm but I don't feel anything... why are you so hot then?'

You looked at him eyes wide open and still couldn't comprehend what just happened.

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Days have passed and you felt weirder and weirder around Bokuto. You had a lot of fun on your study dates but every time you saw him or heard his voice it had an effect on you. Every day as soon as you woke up you couldn't wait to study with Bokuto. You always looked around hoping you would see him in the hallways. You were constantly checking your phone in case he sent you a message. Why were you acting that way? This was so not you. Everything cleared when you caught yourself daydreaming during lecture. It wasn't a regular daydream. You were thinking about Bokuto, his voice, his laugh, his silly jokes and that particular kiss. Then it hit you.

You liked Bokuto Koutarou.

With every day passing by you found it harder to concentrate especially when both of you were working on the project. Good thing is that you finished it on time. The week before the due date you barely saw Bokuto. The reason was that he spent every minute in the gym spiking, receiving and serving. His important match was on the day when you were supposed to present your work in front of the auditorium. Bokuto reassured you that the match would be before lunchtime so both of you would have enough time to go to the campus and do the presentation. Everything was going just as planned when you received a call from Bokuto.

'Hi, Bokuto! I'm almost ready you haven't started yet right?'

'No, we haven't. But... Y/N...'

'Hmm?'

'They've changed the schedule and our match is going to be exactly when we are supposed to do the presentation.'

'Oh... is there anything we can do?'

'Well I talked to the coach and some of the staff but nothing can be done... I'm sorry Y/N I really tried.'

'I know, don't worry.'

Both of you became silent.

'You know what... I'm going to campus and I'll talk to the professor.'

'Good idea, Y/N!'

'Don't worry and focus on your match, okay?'

You hung up and got on the bus.

It was time for Bokuto’s match. You haven't called since your conversation in the morning and you were nowhere to be seen. Bokuto started worrying. He thought that you decided to present by yourself. This made him a bit sad but he knew how important university is to you and he just hoped that you would do great.

Ten minutes since the start of the match and Bokuto was about to serve. His hands were sweaty and the nervousness got to him. He looked at the crowd hoping you would be there. And you were. You were waving at him and shouted:

'GO ACE!'

This was it. This was all he needed to stop all the negative thoughts in his head.

The match was over and as soon as the teams greeted each other Bokuto went straight to you and hugged you tight. The two of you were equally surprised by that.

'So you managed to come! When did the professor let us present then?' Bokuto asked.

'Actually... he didn't.' you smiled.

'What? Why? Then what are you doing here?' Bokuto was worried.

'I just really wanted to see you play.'

'What about the subject then?'

'Well... we both failed.'

'Y/N...why didn't you present?'

'And leave my partner? Never! Besides there will be another chances.'

Bokuto tilted his head a little. He was very confused and worried about you.

'Y/N how are you so calm? This was important to you.'

'Well yes but the match is important to you and since we are friends this means it's also important to me!'

Bokuto couldn't believe your words.

'Woah... you've really changed Y/N...'

'Thanks to you!' you giggled.

'Failing classes? I must be a bad influence then.' he said while scratching the back of his head.

'You actually taught me to have fun. You know... you always say to not choose what's easy but what's fun... so...'

'So...?'

'I've had the most fun with you, Bokuto. Therefore I choose you!'

Both of you blushed and couldn’t look at each other for a moment.

'Um... Bokuto?'

'Y-yes!' he looked at you.

'What I really meant to say is that... I like you, Bokuto.'

As soon as you confessed you closed your eyes out of embarrassment. Where did you get the courage to say those stuff? You again started panicking and just when you were thinking of running away you felt Bokuto’s soft lips on your cheek. You froze yet your whole body was burning.

'Not fair, Y/N... I wanted to say it first!'

'Huh?'

'I like you, Y/N.'

He kissed you again but this time on the lips and then hugged you tight.

'Now let's go and celebrate your win and our failure.' you suggested.

'You know... this is actually good.'

'Us failing? Why?'

'Because this means we can spend more time studying together!'

At that exact moment you realised that being in a university can be more pleasant and interesting experience when you allow yourself to have fun.

Thank you for reading!

- sunflowershouyou 🌻

[20.09.2020]

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq!!#haikyuu x reader #bokuto headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto scenarios #bokuto imagines #sunflowershouyou

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hungnitan · 2 years ago

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Teyvat Interlude or should I say Fatui Harbringer Teaser (lol) get uploaded at official Youtube channel !

So yeah they're basically reveal all harbringer we really need to know for longest time eventhough some still wearing mask but Dottore basically gonna appear at Sumeru so just Capitano still hidden don't know maybe he's just shy like Kalpas lol

Tbh I thought it's just a normal table until someone pointing

Let's talk a bit about these info and leak so far :

Long long time ago leakers said "not all harbringer are playable" so I think it's safe that we can cross that elf Pulcinella for reasons we all know (lol) tbh I can't imagine hoyo makes him playable as they're known for racking money as much as possible but he's feature in Teyvat prologue... Well let's see someday~

But after thinking again it's fit for him to become our guide at Snezhnaya (well I mean featured chara from Teyvat prologue are our guides right). He sounds like the most good person based on Tartaglia voiceline while everyone at Harbringer are evil to the core(lol), I won't suprise if it's him not Tartaglia the one who guide us to Morepesok (or meeting Tartaglia families) later !

It's moreless 99% true Dottore gonna be playable, it's just we don't know when maybe at or after Sumeru (and we know him a bit from manga). Let's see if he gonna meet Collei there~

I keep looking at comment "Pantalone pretty similar to Baizhu". Well, maybe just similar design like Diona Dori but we can't cross that possibility since it's pretty sure there's a reasons why Baizhu still not playable and even talked about Changsheng lore...

To add the info in Pale Flame lore it stated that Pantalone doesn't have a vision so maybe he's using delusion or something else if he become playable...

Despite her talk, I love Arlecchino design ! She sounds... regal maybe ? But based on Tartaglia voiceline she seems easy to switching side, just my speculation maybe when we're arriving at Snezhnaya some unexpectable harbringer gonna betray Tsaritsa and join us (for unknown reason I think Tartaglia isn't include there, he believe in Tsaritsa more than us thought)

The first time I think when saw Columbina from video thumbail is "don't tell me Sushang exp !". Yeah she's not having zoom scene but she looks like Sushang or Nuwa Fuxi exp ugh I can't difference them

Pierro is some minor players want to be playable characters type (lol) I remember asked my irl friend about what kind of character you want to playable ? Then she said old man with beard and loli male. For her cause I hope he can playable hahaha

This just a speculation but I think Sandrone gonna appear at Fontaine (she really suitable there)

From all harbringer the one I really want to see is Capitano (additionaly Pulcinella but in the end he's just an elf lol) since saw Tartaglia voiceline leak and unfortunately he hide his face (lol). I really hope he's playable even Tartaglia himself acknowledge his strength so won't makes him playable kinda arguable right plus he's Sesshomaru JPN VA sir ! Making him just a NPC pretty laughable right~

The hum-hum part melodies Columbina (I assumed ?) sung really similar to current event Griseo theme song🤣

PS : Hype are good but don't forget most of these hot & beautiful people won't become playable for at least we're entering Fontaine or more (lol) so don't do any copium things like blowing your head because of waiting too long~

#genshin impact #fatui harbingers #nope nope not gonna tag 10 harbringer here #but ugh that tartaglia costume #better make it purchase able #i still happily take it even for 3000 genesis crystal !#or fishing for thousand fish #or exhange it for thousand fatui insignia (lol)#please just make that skin avaliable...#i already appeal after genshin 1st anniversary #yeah after saw limited tartaglia winter costume official art

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kimkymury · 4 years ago

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Blue Rose Tears - Chapter 9

Hey everyone, another chapter of Pascal x Carl fanfic is here, I hope you like it!

I’d like to thanks @depressedoverdrawings for for reviewing the history and help fixing grammatical errors.

Warning: Just a little warning, some characters have distorted views about sexuality, and those views do not represent what I think in real life. This was written on purpose to suit the environment and the time that the story takes place, since at that time people were more closed minded.

The Portuguese Version of this story is avaliable on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/963625097-as-l%C3%A1grimas-da-rosa-azul-cap%C3%ADtulo-9

Under the cut!

Chapter 9

P.O.V Narrator

The boy who had been concentrated on the teacher's lecture now found himself exchanging messages with the friend next to him. Carl's every movement was made with care and apprehension, fearful that they'd be discovered. On the other hand, the red-haired boy didn't care so much about discretion. His indifference towards the classes was evident: every time he attended the class, he always counted the minutes to return to the laboratory. The dark-haired boy discreetly unfolded the paper he was given, preventing the act of unfolding it from making any noise and hiding it in one of the pages of the book. The almost illegible handwriting was one of the scientist's characteristics, and it took a little effort to understand what was written. Carl was already used to it, reading what was on the paper was not a problem.

Carl begins to read the note hidden inside the book:

"Latin truly is a dead language, they could teach us actually useful things, like Biology, ne in vobis? (Don't you agree?)"

The last part of the sentence was written in Latin. The redhead liked to make clear that the fact that he found the subject useless didn't mean he was ignorant of it. Complaints on his friend's part were common, Carl just didn't think he would expose his whining during class. Pascal looked at him as if waiting for an answer. The dark haired boy needed to think about what to write and return the paper without causing suspicion. The pencil slides over the surface of the paper quickly, as the writer struggled to make as little noise as possible. The redhead is pleased to receive the small piece of paper back, he opens it and gets ready to read and answer. Carl's careful and beautifully rounded handwriting carried the words the scientist had already expected.

"I know you prefer to study other things, but you need to learn Latin if you plan to graduate someday."

Carl's words were so predictable that Pascal had an answer ready, he just needed to know if it was the right time to make his proposal. The small piece of paper is passed again to the friend, who was eager to continue the conversation, despite being afraid of getting caught.

"We have yet another class after lunch, the teachers must be trying to destroy our brains, like this. I was thinking of going to the greenhouse to pick new species of flowers after noon. Would you like to join me?"

The religious boy repeatedly reread what was written, for fear of being mistaken. Had Pascal just invited him to go the greenhouse during class time? The friend's habit of failing on purpose was known to everyone, and no one was surprised when they didn't see him in class. But with Carl it was different, he was the complete opposite of Pascal, he could count on the fingers of one hand how many absences he had in an year. It would be risky, they could be caught, punished, warned and maybe even their families would know. His good nature and rigidly constructed morals screamed at him to refuse the invitation, the fear and emotion of being doing something wrong mixing together. But the desire to spend some time with the redhead proved greater than all that. Fervently hoping that they wouldn't be seen or discovered, the dark-haired boy internally asked for forgiveness for what he was about to do, feeling unimaginable guilt. But it was his curiosity won the control over his actions, not his guilt. The note is returned slowly. Carl could not believe what he had written, there was still time to change his mind, but he didn't.

Pascal opens the paper and smiles, satisfied with what he'd read. The opportunities to see his friend doing risky things were rare; he liked seeing him leave his comfort zone.

"As long as we don't get caught, I accept." - That small sentence was enough to end the message exchange. Now they had to calmly wait until the right time.

In a way, the scientist wasn't so bothered by how long Latin class was taking now, he seemed distracted, thinking about what was going to happen, with a simple, surreptitious smile on his face. The religious boy, on the other hand, turned his attention entirely to what he was learning. For him the hours seemed endless, as he felt a sickening mixture of anxiety and excitement at the same time. He'd never agreed to doing something so risky before. The truth is that Carl would have refused the invitation had it been made by anyone else, but with Pascal was different, he knew that he would have fun, as long he was with his friend. It was a time that deserved to be spent and a risk that was worth taking, he concluded. And while the religious boy was lost in his thoughts and feelings, the scientist's mind worked at full speed. He was extremely determined in what he did and felt, and didn't make the proposal to his friend without a proper reason behind it. He wanted to put his feelings to the test.

With his chin on one hand and a bored look that watched the professor read the passages in the book, Pascal remembered what it had been like to discover what he felt. It was a strange feeling, it wasn't like anything he'd read in his biology books. It was a genuine happiness, that seemed to have no particular cause. He was surprised, but he was not disappointed, after all, he knew he was liable to have feelings like anyone else. He just didn't expect those feelings to be for the person he least expected. Someone who was by his side all the time, someone who probably wouldn't feel the same way about him. Frustration was part of his life, but the frustration he felt now burned like impotence, it wassomething that even made him feel physical pain. Discreetly, the red-haired boy's gaze turned to the boy next to him; he carefully analyzed his friend, who was concentrated on what he read. The white skin had few imperfections, just a few slight marks, too subtle to be noticed. The hair was as dark as black ink, its texture was smooth, and it looked thin, soft, and easy to comb. The eyes, dark as the night sky, showed a permanent expression of sadness or worry, as if something was always troubling him.

Pascal might consider himself stupid for being enchanted by such common things, things he saw daily and for so long, and yet, no matter how much time passed or how close they were, Carl kept fascinating him. A slight sigh is released, the expression that seemed bored before, now seemed thoughtful. Every second until lunchtime was counted impatiently by both boys, who were surprised at their excitement over going flower-picking together.

After a few hours, the lunchtime bell rang, providing a great relief for all students. The way from the classroom to the cafeteria was walked quietly; Carl still wondered if it had been a good idea to accept the invitation, and whether he should have refused. But that thought changed shortly after they sat down to eat, as Serge was unaccompanied and sat next to Carl just like the night before. The pianist asked some questions about Carl's morning tardiness, but soon his curiosity was placated with some excuses. However, the other boys present, like Kurt and Neka, quickly took the opportunity to make all kinds of jokes possible with the situation.

"Professor Watts often complains that we are late for the first class of the day, next time I'll just tell him that even the Class Representative does it, so there's no reason why I shouldn't do it too." - The boy with curly red hair said, making everyone at the table laugh, even Carl.

It almost made him forget why he had been so excited for lunch, but the exchange of looks he had made with Pascal quickly reminded him. It was as if they agreed on the right time to act by exchanging looks. Conversation between friends flowed naturally, the dark-haired boy was so distracted that his thoughts about the gypsy boy, which had previously disturbed him, were forgotten for a few moments. The minutes passed and the number of students in the cafeteria decreased. The boys' dishes were progressively emptied as they became more apprehensive about how to leave without being caught. The older boy, who sat across from Carl, nodded discreetly, indicating that it was time to act.

The two young men stood up after making up some excuse for their friends who were still eating, afraid that their nervousness was evident in some way. Everything would have gone perfectly, were it not for Serge's intervention:

"Carl, Gilbert didn't come to class today, why don't we sit side by side in Latin class after lunch?" - The pianist asked before Carl could walk away, leaving him at a loss for an answer.

Pascal stopped walking after hearing this. He had his doubts whether Carl would really continue with the plan after receiving Serge's invitation. He wasn't a hypocrite, he knew it was difficult for his friend to deal with unrequited feelings. Yet, he couldn't help but feel frustrated at the gypsy boy's attitude. He knew that feeling wasn't reasonable, it wasn't as if Serge had asked that just to annoy him, he didn't even have any idea about what was going on with Carl. The scientist patiently waited for the religious boy to respond. Carl's conscience was split in two. It was a fact that spending time with Serge was all he wanted, especially now that the blond boy wasn't near. But a part of him, the part that controlled his decisions, made him think that perhaps the time he could spend with Pascal, as risky as it could be, would be more worthwhile.

"I'm sorry, but I promised Pascal that I would help him in today's class" - The dark-haired boy said, trying to look as convincing as possible, feeling bad about lying and refusing his friend's invitation.

It was difficult to refuse the request of a person he so yearned to be close to, but in a strange way, he found himself wanting to be with Pascal even more than with Serge. The redhead understood him like nobody else, he could be who he really was with him, he felt understood and safe. Pascal, on the other hand, was somewhat jealous of the way Serge was deified by Carl. But the scientist made an effort to be rational, and he would not let a feeling or a whim impair his relationship with his friend.

With a gesture of understanding, Serge made no further inquiries and soon went back to talking with the other boys. The two friends then took the opportunity and left the dining hall, which was already getting empty as the students finished their lunch. In the corridors were some teachers and other school staff, who guaranteed the supervision of the students, so that they didn't escape the school or avoided attending classes. Some boys used the last minutes of lunch to talk or rest outdoors, at the small courtyard in the center of Lacombrade.

A feeling of nervousness came over Carl. He walked calmly beside his friend, who seemed to be concetrated on his own thoughts. It was practically impossible to get out without being caught, but the red-haired boy was already an adept truant, and so had a plan already orchestrated in his mind.

"There is no way to leave without being seen! What are we going to do now?" - The dark haired boy asked in a low voice, doubting the possibility of his friend having an answer.

"At exactly five to one, Professor Watts crosses to the other corridor, leaving free passage to a small room used to store materials and other useless things. There's a small window that gives access to the outside. After leaving throught it, we simply follow the path to the greenhouse. " - The redhead replied as if describing an everyday act, which it really was, to him.

While he was somewhat impressed wish his friend's experience in truancy, the dark-haired boy felt the need to reprimand him for taking such risky and immoral actions, but he knew that now was not the ideal time for that. And even if it was, Pascal would not hear his sermons; he was used to his routine of going to look for flowers to pick, and would have no intention of abandoning it. The two friends waited (one of them anxiously) for the moment when the professor would leave his post and the passage would be free. The scientist as naturally, as if nothing was amiss, while his religious friend watched the surroundings in fear of being caught. There was nobody else in that part of the school, it was a seldom frequented place, which relaxed their worries over being watched.

However, it would have surprised them to know that there was one person who watched the scene intently. A young boy who also carried the surname Messier, saw his brother accompanied by the redhead, and was surprised by what he saw.

In a deeper part of his mind, he had already imagined the scientist's possible intentions, and noticed that he had some sort of strong affection for Carl. Sebastian did not imagine that his brother would go as far as breaking a Lacombrade rule however, rules that he defended at any cost, just to be able to hang out with Pascal. He let out a tiny sigh and started walking in the opposite direction. Sometimes, it seemed that they weren't even brothers, so different they were.

After the short journey was made without raising suspicion, they approached the old wooden door. It was not well cared for like the other school doors, and it seemed to not having been changed in a long time. Carl vaguely remembered this room. He hadn't had many opportunities to enter it, but he knew it was always locked and could only be opened with a key that only the school staff had access to.

"We don't have the key, how are we going to open it?" - The religious boy asked while turning the knob and failing to open the door, wondering if his friend had any solution to this problem.

From inside one of the pockets, the red-haired boy took out a small key that he used to unlock the door, prompting Carl to ask where he got it from. He did not believe that his friend would be able to steal something just for his own benefit. Pascal had many defects, but dishonesty was not one of them.

"This type of doorknob is an old model, similar to those in my house. I just took a key of mine and filed it in a similar shape until I managed to open it." - The redhead said just before opening the door.

Really, he might not look like it, but he was a real genius. An eccentric and even rebellious genius, but one who possessed a greater intelligence than most usually expected. He went in first and waited for his friend, who was still standing at the door, hesitating. The dark-haired boy looked around before entering, asking God's forgiveness for doing something wrong, letting guilt consume him before proceeding. Carl had gone delinquent. He wasn't proud of it, but something was telling him to continue. Maybe it was the strong desire to forget about his problems and get a little distraction, or to just enjoy the company of his best friend, which was comforting. Their friendship was inexplicable, unshakable, they understood each other better than anyone. Pascal didn't show it much, but he was extremely happy that Carl had accompanied him. It meant a lot to him, it meant that the dark-haired boy liked his company.

The scientist's feelings, which were already strong, had intensified in recent days. He knew that he was not reciprocated, that Carl's heart was already broken and he would not surrender easily, but he was satisfied with only his presence.

I loved you from the beginning, Since I saw you, you have won a special place in my heart. I don't know what makes me love you so much, it's irrational, it's against logic. It's like breaking the laws of physics, it hurts me to see you so close, And to know you are so far away. If numbers could describe us, we would be the Riemann Hypothesis*.

Frustrations were part of Pascal Biquet's life. He had already become so used to them that he saw no problem in having one more in his collection.

* Considered one of the most difficult mathematical problems of all time, this equation has never been solved and there is a prize for those who can solve it.

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the day you left me [kang younghyun]

→ kang younghyun x (f)you, in which younghyun realises that the one problem he always had was believing that he was controlling his life → 20k+, mafia!au, torture, kidnapping, mentions of drugs, alcohol, money, weapons, injuries, etc

[x oc vers. avaliable on ao3!]

And Younghyun initially feels the guilt of dragging you into his problems in the form of worry that you may come just like him.

That, despite all the times you rejected the mentality of a murdering, drug selling, money-grabbing triad, you were turning to it right now. You were becoming what you hated the most and all it took was a thought of the act of vengeance against someone who not only hurt you but the one you loved too.

He wonders if you’ve pictured their death all this time.

He wonders what Sungjin will think if he tries to explain that you, the one who would avoid the topic of anything D6 related, were now actively trying to participate in what you hated.

Maybe Sungjin would be happy. Lord knows that Jae would be happy about it - the oldest would be happy to teach you everything he knew about death and murder, as well as give you all the extras you never knew you needed. Maybe Sungjin would want you on board and that's hardly any better than Jae spending time with you.

He wonders if you’ve even thought through it.

Water dripping onto the tiled floor below is what initially wakes him. His mind is pulled from the pleasant ignorance of unconsciousness to the reality he believed would come to him. Despite his constant fear, his perpetual uneasiness to anything that could lead to his hands tied against a wall behind him, Younghyun assumed that he would never truly end up in this position.

He groans, head pounding as he raises it slightly. Though the room is dark, there's enough light shining through the windows on the side for him to see around the room. The dripping is from an old pipe in the top left corner. It appears that he's in an old changing room, though it's not at all familiar to him.

He tries to move his hands though he soon realises they are tied behind him, too tight for him to try to make his escape. The burning on his wrists means that he's been here for a while. As soon as he tries to shift his arm it aches like he's been doing it in his sleep, too.

Younghyun ignores the footsteps coming towards him, instead choosing to squirm in his place as he feels water through his jeans and socks. He looks from window to window, back to the only door he can see out of the room, before returning to his own body as his hands frantically search for a way out.

This was worst case scenario, he thought.

He had planned for a hostage situation many times before. No matter how many times Sungjin told him his life was worth more than their secrets, he wouldn't have given any one of his enemies an ounce of the satisfaction that they were able to break him.

They could take out his teeth, stab him with screwdrivers, even break his bones if they really wanted to. Younghyun wouldn't have given up what he knew even if it killed him.

"Kang Younghyun." The voice isn't familiar though it still catches his attention. He looks towards the exit but doesn't see anyone. He searches for a camera, but that doesn't return any results either. "You know, you're prettier in person. I thought you were just pretty in pictures."

Younghyun's heart beats a little quicker at the words from the man. He frantically looks for somewhere it could come from though still finds no answer. "Who is this?"

"You don't remember me?"

"Not if you don't show me your face," Younghyun states. Another tug at his wrists doesn't get him anything but more pain from burning. "Are you scared of showing me who you are?"

A deep laugh feels the room, coming from near to the exit. Younghyun tries to work out where it's from. It seems to be echoing straight from one of the stalls, but there are no feet he can see to accompany a body. "I'm not the one who should be scared."

"You should," another voice pops up, much quieter. Younghyun looks immediately to his left and is caught off guard by the mask covered face of another, holding a knife close to his face. The other man drags the knife across Younghyun's cheek, drawing the slightest of blood. "Pay attention, Young K."

Younghyun scoffs at the other man and rolls his eyes. "Get out my fucking face."

"I don't think you realise yet." Younghyun's eyes are diverted from the man with the mask to the original man who steps out from behind a stall. He recognises the mop of grey-blue hair before anything else. "We are in control here. You should be scared."

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Yoo Kihyun?"

Kihyun, angered by Younghyun's lack of hesitation, gestures to his friend to get closer. Younghyun doesn't wince as the knife is pressed to his throat again. "Can't I visit an old friend?"

"Friend?" Younghyun repeats. He laughs, throwing his head back to move himself away from the knife. "Your only friend is in Daegu. Why are you in Incheon, Kihyun?"

"I think you're mistaken."

Younghyun laughs. "Do you and Min Yoongi not go for lunch every other day still? I'm sorry to hear you broke up."

"We're not in Incheon." Kihyun's words are meant to stir him, and they do. Younghyun looks again to the window and notices the lack of any familiar buildings. Kihyun's lips curl into a smirk as he sees Younghyun try to hide his panic. "I think you've mistaken this situation, Younghyun. We're here to trade with you since you like that so much. After careful consideration, I determined that you would be best to approach. Please do send my condolences to both Sungjin and Jae, but that was a choice we had to make."

"Jae would have been too aggressive to be able to get anything out of him. But you're smart."

Younghyun looks to the masked man, seeing him now with his mask off. He vaguely knows the face but can't be sure. "You talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn't have rep."

"Everyone in the south knows the name Jooheon," he tells Younghyun, "not my fault that you don't."

Kihyun hums. "Most people in the South don't know who you are. Which is why we came to you first. it was you or that Australian boy you're so fond of. But, best not to involve the kids, right? He seems like he may be useful to me in the future."

"What do you fucking want?"

"A trade, I told you that." Kihyun steps forward, pulling his phone from the pocket of his brown long coat. He had the trademark Kihyun look. The coat, the black polo neck and black jeans. Younghyun knew he wanted Seoul to himself from the very first minute he saw him. "But I suppose I need to be more specific. Something of yours, for the money I need."

Younghyun scowls at Kihyun, kicking his legs a little. "Make your own fucking money. You fuck over enough people to pay whatever debt you have."

"This one is a little… different."

"I think you should show him the picture," Jooheon says, knife now dropped to Younghyun's thigh. He rips the jeans with ease, though doesn't go through onto the skin below. "I don't think he's smart enough to see how serious we are."

Kihyun hums. He swipes a few times on his phone until he reaches what he wants. He places the phone down on the floor and slides it over to Younghyun, though the phone stops just before his legs. "We're keeping her safe. Don't worry."

Younghyun leans as far forward as he could, though when he fully comprehends the picture he wishes he would have looked away. His heart begins to race when he sees the bound figure of a body, your body, hair messy and tears streaming down your face. His breathing becomes heavy as he notices more and more of the details in the picture. The cuts you have on your body. A heavy bruise on your shoulder. Your ripped clothing.

"Where is she?"

"We aren't rushing this, Younghyun." Kihyun steps forward, lowering himself to a crouch in front of Younghyun. He picks up his phone and locks it, placing it back in his pocket. "I haven't even told you how much I want in return."

"I will fucking kill you, Yoo Kihyun."

Jooheon laughs at the threat. "Whilst you're down there? I don't think so."

"I've struck a deal with Min Yoongi that he will release her when he and I both receive five million dollars each in the accounts we give you," Kihyun says. He returns to a standing position, heading back towards the door.

"He put you up to this?" Younghyun asks. He knows Min Yoongi well enough to recognise the cheap money tactics. "He's playing you, like he does for everything. Could you not pull this off on your own? Get the whole ten million to yourself? You are pathetic, Yoo Kihyun."

Kihyun shrugs, turning back to Younghyun. "Yet you're the one on the floor with a girlfriend who is about to die. So I don't think I'm too pathetic."

"Genius is a better word," Jooheon chimes in.

"I like genius," Kihyun confirms, pointing to Jooheon and giving him a thumbs up. He flashes his millionaire grin at Younghyun for the first time and it sends rage through Younghyun's body. "Don't call me pathetic or I will get your hands skinned."

Younghyun scoffs, dragging it out as he twists his hands once more. "You wouldn't do it."

"Jooheon would. I've seen him do it. He enjoys it very much."

"It's nice to see how good my knife work is," Jooheon adds, running the flat of the blade across Younghyun's hand. He pushes a little too hard at the wrist and Younghyun feels the sting as he is cut once more. "I love seeing all the little veins and bones."

The thought sends another shiver down Younghyun's spine. "You are one sick fuck, you know that."

"You have more pressing things on your mind."

Kihyun's statement drags Younghyun's attention back to the one thing he was avoiding. The very man tosses a printed picture of the one he had just shown on the phone towards Younghyun, and Jooheon kicks it further so that it's just to Younghyun's side. He's forced to stare down at it as the two walk towards the exit and leave him with his own thoughts.

He's taken back to reality once more when Kihyun calls to him again, from somewhere he can't comprehend. "Is she worth ten million to you, Younghyun?"

✦✦✦

It was quiet enough to enjoy the rain that was falling from the dark skies. Usually it was a sight for sore eyes; who really wanted to stare into the darkness that fell earlier than usual, with the bitter wind wrapping around them and reminding them that it wasn’t even winter yet? There was no acceptance from either Younghyun or yourself to the weather being just about right for them to be pulling either of your winter coats out from the attic.

You instead decide that you will continue to drink coffee as strong and hot as you can take it, and use your boyfriend as a means to keep yourself warm. There was nothing better than a morning spent in bed, joking about whatever was going on in the world at the time, with Younghyun’s arms wrapped around you as he pressed kisses to your hairline and told you everything you did (and, unfortunately, did not) want to hear.

“Jae asked how you were, by the way,” Younghyun states, looking up from his phone. He shows you the screen briefly before tapping a quick response. You’re not sure of his reply, since Younghyun locks his phone and places it back on the table before you can register what that actually meant. “Everyone asks how you are.”

You hum softly, thumb holding the place in your book. “And I ask how they are, too.”

“You are allowed to meet them again.”

“I know,” you tell him. You place the bookmark on the page you’re saving and sigh. “You know why I don’t want to meet them. It’s nothing to do with whether I can meet them. I think they’re all lovely and of course they are your friends, but… I feel uncomfortable about it.”

Younghyun fights his frown and attempts to show his understanding. Truthfully? He would never understand the reasoning behind your thought process. “So you are fine with me being a part of D6, but not them?”

“I don’t love them.”

“I just…”

You urge him to continue, leaning closer with your elbow pressed onto the wooden table. “Yes?”

“We’ve been together for two and a half years and you don’t seem any closer to accepting who I am.” Younghyun’s defeated tone reminds you of all the other times you had this conversation. You did try to avoid it; you wanted to evade acknowledging all of your wonderful boyfriend’s criminal past, present, and future. You worry that maybe it’s coming to the time that his life was truly becoming your own. “I know you hate it, and I wish I could change everything, but no matter happens I’m stuck with those guys until the day I die.”

You nod, remaining silent for a moment. You watch Younghyun carefully with thoughts that wander to the future and right back again, though eventually it all results in you placing your hand over his, lips curling into a smile. “You’re stuck with me until then, too.”

“Oh, I am?”

“Of course,” you answer. You squeeze his hand slightly, heart warmed when he places his other hand on top of your own afterwards. His thumb gently grazes your skin and sends a shiver down your spine. “I thought you realised I was here to stay when I saved your ass from jail.”

Younghyun rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t going to jail.”

“But, you were. I showed up to the police station and paid a hell of a lot of money to get you out on bail. I then had to call Jae and tell him what happened, and spent two weeks in the middle of nowhere with you because there was an immediate threat to your life because you got arrested. Kang Younghyun, you forced me to be stuck with you until you fully repay the twenty thousand dollars your dumb ass cost me.”

It was a memory you were stuck with whether you liked it or not. Showing up to the police station and having to request that you pay the money for your boyfriend of two months to be released was not the kind of story you wanted to tell everyone.

That incident was the reason you got a full insight into who Younghyun was, and who that friend of his who always followed him around was. You recall having to sit in the back of a car as Younghyun and Sungjin, the most diplomatic of all his friends, argued over what they should do with you given the situation at hand. Ten minutes of Younghyun giving reasons as to why you should join him in the middle of Taebaek with no way of contacting any of your friends or family, accompanied with ten minutes of Wonpil making an attempt to keep you company, and your fate was decided without any of your input.

You were pretty angry on the train and refused to speak to Younghyun the entire ride. You realise how serious it was when Jae met you halfway to Taebaek and, for lack thereof a better word, threatened your silence with a knife and pictures of your house. Though you didn’t talk to Younghyun for a few days after that again, he managed to convince you it was just a precaution and now you had surpassed that wonderful memory by a year and some other months.

Younghyun liked to tell the story a little differently, but your account was the most accurate given that you now avoided all contact with Jae whenever you could, and very rarely agreed to see any of the others on the basis that they didn’t actually do anything to you.

The thought is pushed to the back of your mind as you pick up your coffee with your free hand, bringing it to your lips and blowing on the liquid to cool it just a little. “You know deep down that I accept who you are. I don’t like it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t accept it.”

“One day you’re going to have to accept it,” Younghyun says. His grip gets a little tighter and brings all of your attention back to him. “I know that D6 is small right now. We only have Incheon and it’s barely anything but that doesn’t mean we won’t get threatened. When Sungjin starts to think you’re not safe, you’re going to have to listen to him.”

You express your distaste for his words by pulling your hand away. You ignore his pout, returning to your book that you were so engrossed in earlier. “I didn’t come here to discuss when Sungjin, who knows nothing about me, thinks I can’t keep myself out of trouble.”

“It’s not that he thinks you can’t--”

“I know what you mean, Younghyun.” You push your hair back from your face, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose. You exhale slowly but offer Younghyun a content smile to hopefully take his mind away from what you didn’t want to discuss. “Didn’t you have a contract to be looking through?”

Younghyun groans, looking down to the stack of paper in front of him. “Sungjin doesn’t need it done until next week. Can’t we talk some more?”

“Talk to me about the kitten we are going to buy so that I’m not lonely when you’re away,” you say, cocking your head to the side suggestively. Younghyun narrows his eyes at you, hand on the stack of paper he was trying so desperately to avoid. You shrug at his silence. “Or you can just read what Sungjin needed you to read. Your choice.”

You would have been crazy to think that Younghyun would pick Sungjin’s work over you.

✦✦✦

"Did you think about it, Younghyunie?"

Despite the pain surging through his limbs, bones aching from not being able to move and still being tied together, the mention of a nickname that only one person calls him drags Younghyun from the depths of hell that he's forced himself into. He looks up, eyes partially closed as he adjusts to the light now shining down on him.

"Ten million." The repetition of the one number that constantly has been running through Younghyun's mind sends a shiver down his spine. He watches as Kihyun walks towards him, though a second figure follows him in. "I know it's a lot of money, but with all the work that D6 has been doing... it's pretty much a drop in the ocean, right? Or do you falsify your money to make yourselves look better."

Younghyun bites his tongue to stop himself from regretting his reply. In his mind, he's screaming and shouting, he's already pulled a gun to Yoo Kihyun's head and had no regrets about it. Given the situation in real life, he knows that isn't possible. "How am I supposed to pay it when you have me tied here, unable to contact anyone?"

Younghyun's reply is received from silence from Kihyun, though the other person clicks their tongue and starts walking forward. When they're finally in the light, Younghyun starts to recognise them though it's only loosely. The bleach blonde hair, the heavy eyeliner, the babyface. Younghyun kicks himself when he realises. "Why do you think I'm here today?"

"Because you don't trust Kihyun to get this done himself," Younghyun replies. He laughs to himself, pulling at his wrists again. "Why else would you be here, Yoongi? We're pretty far from Daegu. Will the money even cover your travel expenses?"

Min Yoongi pauses where he walks. "I'm glad we chose you over those other friends of yours. What's his name... Seung... Sung..."

"Sungjin," Kihyun informs.

"Sungjin, yes. The leader of whatever you have going on in Incheon. I don't get it, Younghyun, how are you still competing with the Kim Brothers, Unnamed, even Fourth Triad? Do you have some kind of deal?"

Younghyun scoffs. "You don't need a deal to compete."

"If you had a deal we wouldn't have been able to find you on the street and take you hostage, and ask for ten million to release your girlfriend," Kihyun states.

He smiles when Younghyun meets his eyes with pure anger. It only encourages Younghyun's thoughts for what he will do to Yoo Kihyun when he gets out of this place - it starts with torture and ends with death. He has no doubts as to getting out of this situation, and that you will make it out too.

He trusts Sungjin and Jae to be looking for both of them. He knows, at the bottom of his heart, that Wonpil has Chan working on this too and within a few days they'll both be found. His only concern is for The Clan and DTA themselves - they both had a reputation for brutality and not giving a care for the people around them.

If he plays his cards right then he is in control.

"Cash or card?" Yoongi asks, interrupting Kihyun. He moves closer to Younghyun, crouching down in front of the youngest. "Fortunately for us all, by the end of today Kihyun and I can have our money and you can be with that girlfriend of yours. By all means, I think she's worth ten mil. I had a good look at her before I came here."

Kihyun hums. "If I was with someone who had a body like that and lips that soft I would probably pay in the hundreds."

"You can't put a price on love, Kihyun," Yoongi mocks, looking back with a smirk. Kihyun hums again, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons. Yoongi only looks back to Younghyun and shrugs. "I guess in your case, you can."

Younghyun fights back the words that come to his mind in the hopes he can stay calm. He had to be in control. "I'll give it to you when I know she's okay."

"I thought you might say that."

Yoongi turns back to Kihyun, waiting for him to turn back. A few seconds pass and Kihyun returns, phone pressed to his ear as he gives Yoongi a thumbs up. The eldest nods, reaching out his hand so that he can take the phone. Younghyun only gets to see the name on the phone for a slight second, though he makes out the syllable won.

The phone is passed from Yoongi to Younghyun, though there's some reluctance. Yoongi holds it by Younghyun's ear, though his arm is stiff and he makes sure there's a gap between Younghyun's ear and the phone. He gives a final warning that's for Younghyun's entire stay. "Don't do anything stupid."

Younghyun stays silent for a moment. He's met with an eye roll from Kihyun, though Yoongi looks on without any emotions. Younghyun's heart starts to beat a little faster as he builds up the courage to hear your voice.

"Hello?" he says, stutter becoming prevalent as he looks away from Yoongi. He doesn't hear anything in return, so takes a deep breath and tries again. "It's me, Younghyun."

Younghyun's heart breaks when he hears a choked cry at the other end of the phone line. He tries to think positive, look at the good in this. "You're okay."

"I'm okay, baby," Younghyun confirms, body tensing. You sound hurt. Your voice is strained. "Are you hurt?"

"Not badly. I'm okay."

"I'm going to get you out of this, okay?" Younghyun says, avoiding eye contact with both Yoongi and Kihyun. He leans in closer to the phone and is surprised that Yoongi doesn't take it away from him. "Just... promise me you will keep yourself safe. You do whatever they need you to do. I will see you soon, baby."

Your quiet hum confirms his suspicions that you’ve got others with you. Won. Think Younghyun. It's relevant. "I'm not as important as you are, Younghyunie. I love you."

"I'm not---"

Yoongi pulls the phone away before he can answer, ending the call and handing the phone back to Kihyun. The pair watch Younghyun, looking for any weaknesses in him. He realises before them that he would pay the money even if it ended up affecting the others.

The pair share a look, which results in Kihyun nodding once to confirm whatever plan they had in action. Kihyun looks to Younghyun with a smile, though it's not one with intention behind it. "I'll be back later for the money, Kang Younghyun."

Younghyun watches Kihyun disappear up the stairs, preferring to watch him over Yoongi. He knows that Yoongi is watching his every move to try and work him out. Younghyun wonders if Yoongi knows how close he is to snapping. It's unlikely; the youngest of the three was a brick wall when it came to emotions and it was the reason he was so comfortable giving you free reign most of the time.

He trusts himself enough to get you out of situations like this, though he would admit he never expected it to come.

Yoongi places a hand on Younghyun's shoulder, patting it a few times. "It's a shame. We probably could have worked well together."

Younghyun stares down to the floor as Yoongi takes his leave, likely to go and discuss what happens next with Kihyun. His thoughts are stuck on Yoongi for a moment too long and he's reminded of a brief idea he had at some point between unconsciousness when he was first brought here.

He calls Yoongi's name, stopping the elder from leaving. Yoongi looks back expectantly, eyebrow raised. Younghyun needs to be in control. "Why can't we work together?"

✦✦✦

Younghyun is, by all means, a hopeless romantic that spent his entire school life reading books about what love was, exploring how it was shown, and having an unrealistic expectation for the future that he would find someone who was so effortlessly in love that they spent every waking minute thinking of him.

He had a life planned out where love was the centre of everything. The only problem was, as with every piece of literature, the man's feelings weren't ever shared. If they were then it was pretty strict and reserved, something that Younghyun thought was the standard for every man. So when he met you and found himself in the shoes of someone like Tess Durbeyfield, he was unsure of what to feel.

He knew he loved you from the first time you kissed.

It was stupid of him to think that before then he had any emotional connection besides a crush, though feeling how you placed your hand on his cheek and kissed him so gently, lips perfect against his own, he was shown that he could experience love just like in those books that presented him an alternate universe he wanted as his own.

He found a reality that he thought to be false slowly becoming his own, and it was all because of what you did for him and how he felt for you.

"This new guy started at work," you state, fingers in Younghyun's hair as you combs the lengths gently. He hums, opening one eye to look up to you. "Name's Hyungwon. He just transferred from Gwangju so he could be with his girlfriend."

Younghyun's heart warms a little at the thought. "Remember when you moved from Seoul to be here with me?"

"Unfortunately I do."

"Don't sound so offended, you could have said no." Younghyun opens both his eyes to watch you carefully. You both had a running joke about you giving up your life in Seoul to be with him, and that you secretly regretted it because Incheon was your least favourite place in South Korea. "I remember telling you specifically that I would visit you every weekend."

You scrunch up your nose as you shakes your head. "I don't think that would have been sufficient for me."

"Because you don't get to see me every day?"

"Because you would call me every night and ask me to come to Incheon, and then I would have to drive to work every day, and you would whine when I'm tired because I have to get up two hours earlier." Younghyun pouts, though knows that it is very much the case. "I don't miss Seoul. I would miss you, on the other hand."

Younghyun's heart is, again, warmed by your words. He reaches for your hand that was resting on his chest, bringing it up to his lips so he can press one gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Tell me about this Hyungwon kid. Do I need to do a background check?"

"He doesn't seem like the type to be involved in anything dangerous. But then again, neither do you, so..."

"I don't look dangerous?" Younghyun questions. He narrows his eyes at you, then glances down to his arms and chest. "I know I have the body to fit someone who is dangerous, I know I'm tall enough to be dangerous, so what is it that makes you think I'm not dangerous?"

You shrug, pushing his hair back from his face. "You whine when I don't play with your hair and you sleep with a blanket. You also have to be reminded to eat vegetables and the last time you had to sleep without a light on, you cried."

"I'm scared of the dark..."

"Dangerous criminals aren't afraid of the dark, Younghyunie," you tell him. You start to draw on his chest with your index finger which sends a slight shiver down his spine. His eyes fall shut again as you continue. "You do, however, look the most dangerous of all your friends. Maybe Sungjin is a competitor, but I think you look the most intimidating. That is until Jae speaks."

Younghyun agrees with a slight nod. "He has to be like that, though."

"Well yeah, he doesn't look like he would stab you and not feel any remorse. It's probably an advantage for you guys. They expect you or Sungjin to deal the damage and then Jae whips out the weapon. The only downfall is Wonpil. He is far too happy and he makes it look like one of you guys had to bring your brother because your parents would be mad otherwise."

"He has his moments when you're scared of him." Younghyun opens his eyes again, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he attracts your gaze. "Yah, why are you avoiding telling me about this kid?"

You shrug. "I don't know what to tell you. I've only really spoken with him... three times."

"What's his family name?"

"What, so you can ask Sungjin to check if he is at all related to anyone who ever committed a crime?" You shake your head, placing your hand flat on Younghyun's chest. "He's harmless. He literally is too shy to talk to anyone and he tried to make friends with me by bringing in his girlfriend's brownies."

Younghyun groans as his head is pushed back further into the pillow. "Do you wanna make some brownies tonight?"

"Do you want to know that Chae Hyungwon isn't a threat?"

"So his family name is Chae?" Younghyun questions. His lips curl into a smile as you stop moving altogether. "Baby, if you really don't want me to look into him I won't. I just worry about your safety. We don't try to hide anything between us and that makes you collateral damage."

You hum, absent-mindedly beginning to braid Younghyun's hair. He realises you’re quiet and looks up to you, though doesn't speak. He realises that you’re thinking about something, though he isn't sure what it might be. "I trust you to make sure I'm safe."

"Thank you," he says, reaching for your hand again. He squeezes it slightly, breathing out slowly. "I know that you hate me trying to force my lifestyle on you but... it's all I know. And I trust you when you say that this Hyungwon guy is no trouble. If you're not worried about him, then I'm not either."

You smile down at him, moving your fingers down to his jaw as you ghost the tips over his cheek. "But do you still want some brownies?"

Younghyun can't help but chuckle at your words, nodding as he does so. "Fuck yeah I want brownies. White chocolate chips in them, too."

✦✦✦

Yoongi sits across the table, fingers tapping on the wood as he stares across to Younghyun. The pair only look to each other, no one talking, no one daring enough to suggest the other do something. Younghyun knows he should be the one to talk, say what he wanted to when he suggested they work together, but deep down he knows that there's a problem with what he's doing.

He hasn't spoken with Sungjin about this, nor any of the others. He's not sure if they're coming for him, he's not sure if they've yet realised that he's gone missing and that you’re in danger too. Maybe it's the week or so he's been locked in that damp, dark room. Paranoia is starting to hit him harder than before.

He tries to work up the courage to speak though he's interrupted when one of the others at the table speaks instead. "Hyung, why are we here when he doesn't have anything to say?"

"He does," Yoongi states, turning to the blue-haired boy. He slides a lighter across the table and the blue-haired boy catches it easily. Younghyun hasn't been introduced, he only knows they're members of DTA. "You didn't have to be here."

Blue-hair nods, expression fallen. "You said it was important."

"Taehyung, honestly, shut up," another says, this one with light brown hair and glasses. He's smaller than, as Younghyun now knows him to be, Taehyung. "If you weren't here, what would you do?"

Taehyung shrugs. "D6 mean nothing to us, yet here we are waiting for Young K to tell us how we can work together which is pretty much impossible because they offer nothing to us."

"You know that's not true," Younghyun says. The six men look to him, surprised that he had the courage to speak. Younghyun clears his throat before he continues. "We hold Incheon. That's the closest you're going to get to Seoul without actually being in Seoul."

The one with tattoos across his hand and arm decides to speak, eliciting nods from the others. "And? We could just ask G7 for help."

"Or those kids you've given Ansan to."

"I'm the one here with you right now, so just ask me and I can help you out with getting Seoul. Why involve anyone else? I am right here for you to ask for anything. You're the ones in control here."

Yoongi is silent for a moment. He stops tapping his fingers and turns to the one with tattoos. "Jungkook, what's at risk if we break the partnership with The Clan?"

"Quite a lot," Jungkook answers, "but we could easily replace them, I suppose. Expand our territory out to Cheongdo and Muju, maybe even to Ulsan and Sancheong."

One of the two left to speak, the one with bleached hair, continues, "CIX has a feud with The Clan because Kihyun-ssi ordered Yonghee and Byounggon to leave The Clan because they weren't good enough. It will be easy to get to Ateez and SF9, BAP I'm not so sure of."

"Thank you, Beomgyu." Yoongi looks to the final boy left to speak, raising a brow. "What would you do, Yeonjun?"

Yeonjun looks around the room for a moment. Younghyun guesses that DTA has expanded and brought in some new people who will be looking at higher levels. The two boys who spoke last don't look like they were even twenty yet. They were probably around the age of some of the boys Chan had been recruiting.

Younghyun catches Yeonjun's gaze directly, who only nods. "We don't even know what he is offering us, yet."

"All the money." Younghyun doesn't mean for his voice to sound so panicked, but it does, and Taehyung picks up on it first. He ignores Taehyung's playful smirk as best he can. "All the money and we will work with you, and offer you a connection to Seoul."

Yoongi sighs. "We could just go the other side of Seoul and use the mountain area to get in. Incheon isn't really that important to us."

"But that girl is important to him," Taehyung states, "why don't you offer a few more things to us, Young K?"

Younghyun's jaw clenches tight. "Like what? What else do you think I've got?"

"Money," Beomgyu tells the room. He pulls out a document, handing it over to Yoongi who takes it gratefully. "Connections, too. To G7, to Stray Kids. You're on good terms with Jangmi too. We could use all of that, too."

"Then what do you want? Tell me and I will make it happen."

"Double the money, give us Ansan."

Younghyun looks to the only one of the group he doesn't know the name of. He didn't know much about DTA outside of Yoongi but it seems that he meant their entire collection of higher powers. "I'll need to talk to Chan to make that happen."

"That can be done. Hoseok, get a phone."

Hoseok, Younghyun now knows him as, nods and leaves the room quickly to follow his order. It leaves Younghyun with the rest of the hostile hosts who equally did not want to be there with him. He looks from Taehyung to Jungkook, to the two younger members who avoid his eyes at all costs.

He doesn't know what the fuck he is doing. Chan wasn't going to give up Ansan but it would give him time to organise something. If he had to kill Min Yoongi himself then he would do it, but the one thing on his mind was whether you would be okay at the end of this. That's what mattered to him.

"Twenty million and Ansan," Yoongi says, mostly to Younghyun, though he has all eyes on him again, "you finally put a price on that girl of yours. Do you think it's a fair trade?"

Younghyun scoffs. "You'll get the most benefit from working with us."

"Who said we were working with you?" Jungkook asks.

"We just want Ansan," Taehyung finishes, smiling again. Younghyun doesn't like the way that boy looks so innocent. "But the offer of working together was nice. You'll be working with those Kids a lot more now. So enjoy that instead."

Yoongi starts tapping on the table again. It irritates Younghyun to the bone though his hands are still handcuffed to the chair he's sat on. "I don't know how we're going to explain this to Kihyun. You know what he's like when he doesn't get his own way."

"And Hyungwon gets pretty mad when he did something for no reward," Taehyung adds.

Hyungwon. That's where he knew it from. The new guy at your work that you were convinced had nothing to do with anything related to criminal activities. Younghyun should have known there was a problem when you said he was from Gwangju. He should have done something about it when Sungjin mentioned that The Clan were heading their way.

"To think he faked an accounting qualification for nothing." Yoongis words are sour and bring a Younghyun to a reality he wanted to avoid so desperately. No control. No lead in the situation. He's responding to whatever Yoongi and his band of wild dogs wanted and there is nothing he can do to change that. "It doesn't matter, though. Because a deal is a deal, right?"

✦✦✦

Younghyun’s fingers idly tap on the table, thoughts moving from one to another as Sungjin and Jae debate the same topic for the fifth time today. It started with a discussion of how they were going to maintain their position in the West districts of Seoul, which lead to Jae coming up with a few ideas as to how they could make sure that both the Kim Brothers and Unnamed knew that D6 weren’t just a group of kids who saw an opportunity and took it.

Sungjin never liked the idea of violence and avoided it as much as possible. His calm demeanour was a match for his quiet ways of doing things that usually ended with the best result. Unfortunately, Jae was the other end of the spectrum and preferred to go in loud so that everyone knew who was in control of the situation from the very beginning. Hence the knife to your throat that one time. Younghyun knew his elder would never have actually hurt you.

“I can ask Chan to check it,” Jae suggests, pointing to a road on a map he has laid out in front of him. Sungjin looks over curiously, though shakes his head upon further inspection. Jae rolls his eyes and turns to Wonpil, who has clearly lost interest too. “Got any suggestions? Nothing I say is good enough, clearly.”

Sungjin sighs, sliding the map away from Jae. He draws a line across some buildings, then hands it back to Jae. “You’re missing the point. It’s not that what you’re telling me isn’t good enough, we just can’t overstep a boundary and risk something happening to us all.”

“Nothing will happen if we send Chan in. No one knows who he is.”

Wonpil nods in agreement. “Chan is pretty much invisible on the radar. No one would question if he was hanging around the building. He looks like a tourist at best.”

“And if someone does catch onto him, JB has always offered us help. You know they will take Chan or any of the other boys in should they be caught,” Jae reminds Sungjin. He circles an intersection on the map, one which Younghyun doesn’t recognise.

As far as politics went, Younghyun didn’t care. He understood the basics - we don’t like these people, but we do like those. He only ever agreed to go into business with Sungjin because there was a promise of money at the end of it, and fortunately Younghyun was great with anything money related. They had met at university and when Sungjin found a very big gap in the market around the Incheon area, he suggested that they form D6 off the back of some illegal dealings and money laundering.

Then Jae got involved, a pretty reckless kid who moved from America due to his family believing that Korea could do him some good. From what Jae had told them, he was almost arrested for something along the lines of assault, though they still never found out the entire reason that he could have been arrested and they never asked after the first time he told them. Wonpil was a similar story, a kid who was on the verge of being arrested for illegal activities but knew the dark web better than any of the others.

The odd one out was Dowoon, the youngest of the original members of D6. Sungjin brought him in one day and said that he was joining. No one other than Sungjin knew where the boy came from, though Dowoon was pretty much a jack of all trades and could do anything that was asked of him (unlike the others, who had very specific ways of doing things).

“I don’t want to involve anyone else in this.” Sungjin takes the map back, looking over the roads before folding the map and placing it in his jacket pocket. “Jinyoung told me that he’s seen Shin Wonho and Lee Jooheon around. He thought they may have been working for VAV but they’re not. The only people that The Clan have connections to are DTA.”

Jae raises his brow, leaning forward as he finds himself intrigued. “I finally get to meet Lee Jooheon?”

“I didn’t say they were here. Just around.”

“If they’re in Yongin then they are most definitely coming here,” Younghyun states. He gathers the attention of the room quickly, given that he usually didn’t talk too much during these kinds of meetings. He gestures of the board behind Jae, specifically to the pictures of Min Yoongi and Yoo Kihyun. “You know they work on the basis of money. We’re the richest outside of Seoul. They’re not trying for G7.”

Jae hums. “And Chan doesn’t have that much money to attract them.”

“We’ve avoided all interactions with them, though?” Wonpil looks to Sungjin with questioning eyes as he’s reminded of all the times the leader told them to avoid both The Clan and DTA with all they could.

Younghyun specifically remembers Sungjin mentioning the likelihood of having someone like Lee Jooheon end up on their doorstep should they overstep the mark. He nods, agreeing with Wonpil. “We have, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t shown up on their radar. You know Kihyun wants to get closer to Seoul.”

“We just need to be careful,” Sungjin tells them, “get that message to Chan and the others too. I’ll let JB know. If either DTA or The Clan are here, it means there will be problems. You know what happened the last time DTA came to Seoul.”

Jae rolls his eyes dramatically. “I hope they come back and finish the job with Unnamed.”

“I hope that you will take this as a warning. You know what they’re like. Don’t leave the house without telling someone else where you are. Make sure your close friends and family know what is going on. If we’re careful, nothing will happen. But we should set up a code for if something happens. I’ll text you what it and when best to use it. To be careful.”

Younghyun understands that it’s a precaution, just like all the others Sungjin gives. His mind starts to wander when Jae brings up another topic to be discussed, drifting to you and how he was supposed to tell you all of this. He couldn’t imagine sitting you down and spelling it out to you.

You could get hurt, so I need you to keep a low profile and avoid contact with anyone new.

He’d tried that before. Younghyun tried so hard to make you understand that he warned you with a heavy heart; he didn’t want to have to tell you not to leave the house, not to enjoy your time, and not spend any time with him on the outside of your joint apartment. You said that you understood it, that you accepted everything he was, but Younghyun knew as soon as he tried to tell you that you were in danger because of him, you would dismiss him as easily as he did with the idea of him letting something happen to you.

✦✦✦

"Chan, it's me."

Younghyun looks back to Yoongi and Hoseok who are sat on the opposite side of the room. Whilst Yoongi is texting, Hoseok is loosely paying attention to what's going on with Younghyun's call. He looks back to the wall, though doesn't move.

"Are you okay?" Chan asks, urgency in his voice. Younghyun can hear him scrambling to something, or rather, someone. "We've been trying to get in contact with you, what's happened?"

Younghyun hums. "Some things have come up, so I've had to spend some time with my cousins in Jeju, due to a family illness. It's a long story. But I've had some thoughts whilst I've been here."

"Like what?"

"Ansan," Younghyun says. He pauses, for a little longer than he needed to, hoping that Sungjin had also told Chan about the code for them being in danger. He bites on his bottom lip as he plans his words carefully. "Control of Ansan should be given up. It would be more effective if you joined us in Incheon."

Younghyun knows that he's on speaker from the echo in the room. The silence also means that Chan is a step ahead of him - there are other people in the room. Chan clears his throat before answering. "Who would control Ansan?"

"It will be better for internal growth." Younghyun ignores Chan's question and again glances back to Hoseok and Yoongi, the latter of which now has his phone to his ear. Hoseok still watches with discontent, clearly wishing that he was elsewhere. There's a stick in Younghyun's back but he doesn't know what's causing it. "If we have full, unmatched authority in Incheon, then we can make a move on Seoul."

Younghyun doesn't expect a reply, and he doesn't get one straight away. There's still silence over the phone, only static in his ear as he slowly walks over to the barred window. He can feel Hoseok's stare become a little deeper. Come on, Chan, there's something amiss here.

He does worry at first, that was a given. Younghyun panics that Chan won't question anything due to his inexperience but his distrust is misplaced when he hears a hushed whisper. It goes on for a while before he gets the response he's looking for, and it comes from Dowoon of all people. "Hyung, are you in Incheon?"

"No, it's not that hard, Chan. Why would that be the case?"

"Gwangju?" Dowoon asks. He's met with silence from Younghyun again. "Is it Daegu?"

Younghyun hums. "Either, I'm not sure. What I do know is that I'm not taking no for an answer. Ansan won't be your territory anymore. It's too close to Seoul and you're not in a position to sit there and deal with the consequences of people like the Kim Brothers or Unnamed deciding they want to expand."

"Stay on the phone for another minute, we're tracking the call," Chan says, voice a little louder than before. He can hear another dialling tone and assumes that it's Dowoon calling Sungjin or Jae. "Do they have (y/n)?"

Younghyun does his best to keep his emotions out of it. "Unfortunately that's how the game works, Chan, you just haven't been in it long enough. Of course that's the case."

"I'll find her," Chan tells him. The words alone ease him a little because he knows that, of everyone, Chan is the most trustworthy. "Are you hurt?"

"No. You're wrong."

The phone is passed to another person and Younghyun is relieved to hear Dowoon again. "Sungjin knows. He's on his way here. We're going to find you."

"Ansan has to be given up tonight," Younghyun warns them. He hears one of the others tell Chan that they've got a signal and he knows he has to give up the phone. When he hears Hoseok's chair scrape against the concrete floor he realises that the likelihood of his plan succeeding is low. "I won't tell you again, okay. Tonight. Everyone out of there. Don't cause any problems."

✦✦✦

"Oh." Younghyun's voice drops when he spots two men coming towards him. He knows you’re looking at him, confused, though he tries to act like he hasn't already spotted anything. You’re not stupid and you can read him like a book as always. "So, did you want to order something?"

You hum. "Jae and Dowoon are walking this way. Shouldn't we wait for them?"

"How did you..."

"Reflection," you say, gesturing to the window of the storefront you’re sat outside of. Younghyun looks back and sighs when he can also clearly see Jae's wide smile directed at both of you.

"I didn't plan this," Younghyun says. He reaches for your hands and is surprised that you don't pull them away. Instead, you stare at him with the look of someone who really doesn't care. "I don't know what they want. They won't stay long."

You nod, now pulling your hands away from Younghyun's. You reach for your phone, deciding to occupy yourself that way to avoid speaking with either of the others. Younghyun bites down on his tongue as Jae grabs a chair from another table and pulls it to the side adjacent to Younghyun, Dowoon doing the same opposite to Jae.

He doesn't say a word to either of them, opting to look down to the table and pick at the sleeve of his shirt. Jae taps his forearm causing Younghyun to look up to him. He's met with the same wide smile, but this time he sees that Jae is a little less pleased than first established.

"Yes, Jae?"

Jae keeps his smile as he talks. "Nice to see you, Younghyun. Would have been better if you answered your phone."

"I'm busy," Younghyun says. Your eyes briefly glance up to them, though you stay quiet. "This better be important."

"I got a call from Minho, he spotted Lim Changkyun in your area last night."

Younghyun turns to Dowoon, surprised to hear his words. "Lim Changkyun? IM?"

"The one and only," Jae confirms, "not sure if he knows where you live, but we do know that Seungmin also spotted him at (y/n)’s work building a few days ago too. There's a clear and present risk that you're ignoring."

"I'm not ignoring it."

"I know what Lim Changkyun looks like and I haven't seen him," you interject, looking to Jae. Younghyun can hear your dislike for Jae in your voice and hopes that you won't go too far with how you speak to him. Jae wasn't stupid, but he could be considered a loose cannon sometimes. "Younghyun is fine. I'm fine. Can we please go back to what we were doing? I want to order food."

Jae hums. "Great, we haven't eaten."

"Jae, this isn't cool."

"Neither is you ignoring my calls." Jae calls for a waiter, sitting across his chair so that he's facing Younghyun directly. He mouths something to Dowoon which Younghyun doesn't catch. "We need to make you realise how serious this. You're both in danger."

Dowoon places a stack of files in front of Younghyun, each marked in order of who they were about. It grows his curiosity, as well as your own, since you look over to see what he's been given, though he still isn't satisfied with the reasons for them interrupting his date with you.

You didn't often get to leave the house together or have lunch in an outside setting. You were both too busy to have an official date night and Younghyun appreciated the times that he would be able to spend an entire hour or two with you, nothing but you on his mind. Trust Jae to be the one to ruin that. Younghyun knew that it would only grow your anger for him.

Still he decides to give it a chance. He looks to Dowoon for an explanation, which the youngest is happy to give. "Chan and Jeongin got some information for me. This is all you need to know about each of the confirmed leaders of The Clan. Son Hyunwoo. Yoo Kihyun. Lim Changkyun. Lee Jooheon. Shin Wonho."

"But there are others who we're yet to confirm."

"So if I read this I will understand why I should be worried about them?"

Jae shakes his head. "You'll understand the motive they, especially Kihyun, have to come after you."

"Me?"

Dowoon nods, picking up Kihyun's file and flipping through a few pages. He stops somewhere in the middle on a page with a blue tab. Younghyun recognises Chan's handwriting on a post-it note when Dowoon hands it back to him. Possible reason for hostage, to be confirmed in writing.

"Kihyun is worse than Koo Junhoe when it comes to money," Dowoon says, "Chan thinks that you're the easiest to target and the best to target in terms of value. If they get a hold of your spending then they'll know how much you can afford. Everyone knows we're rich but you're smart and you invest."

Jae hums, tilting his head from side to side. "I don't know if I would call that smart now. But yeah. You're in danger because you've got far too much money for any of us to try and hide."

"This is all hearsay," Younghyun says, placing the file back down. He catches your eyes for a moment and decides that he would rather spend his time with you. "I appreciate your concern but it's fine. I'll catch up later. I'll read everything and let Sungjin know what I think."

Dowoon is quick to stop Younghyun by grabbing his shoulder. "Don't go to Sungjin."

"Why?"

"Come directly to us," Jae says, "we did all the research, we know what we're doing."

Younghyun is ready to call them out, though you beat him to it. You lock your phone and places it back down on the table, looking between Jae and Dowoon. "It sounds like you haven't told Sungjin any of this and you're concerned that he might get annoyed at you for doing this without Younghyun's consent. Am I wrong?"

"Sungjin knows that we're concerned for Younghyun."

Younghyun rolls his eyes at Jae. "Come back to me when Sungjin agrees that this evidence isn't just circumstantial and there is a genuine threat to one of us."

Jae is obviously pissed, Younghyun can tell by his abrupt movements and how he pushes the chair back to the table it came from without any care for the loud noise it makes as metal scrapes against the floor. Dowoon follows but is still respectful and bows as a goodbye to Younghyun.

Younghyun is ready to return to discussing what new Netflix show to watch but is stopped by Jae returning with his hood pulled up this time. Jae leans down to him, face directly in front of Younghyun's, hand on the collar of his shirt. There are not many times that Jae is completely serious, it's very much a rare occurrence, but Younghyun knows that this is one of those times.

Jae has a dark look in his eyes as he speaks that chills Younghyun to the core. "You know that this is serious but you're choosing to ignore it. Ignoring it won't make it go away. You're just making yourself less prepared for the inevitable."

✦✦✦

He hadn't seen daylight in a day or two.

The effect of the constant darkness had meant that Younghyun didn't know what day it was, whether it was day or not, and if there had been any progress into what was happening regarding you. For all he knew, Yoongi was sitting outside waiting for him to crack so that all his money could be taken. Younghyun was close to it. He thought that maybe, and it was a strong maybe, if Hoseok or Taehyung came in here and offered to let him go immediately if he sold out D6 he would do so.

For you, he would. That was a fact.

He had always picked you over them, whether you saw it or not. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that if Sungjin ever made him pick either you or them, he would be in a different country planning a new life with you before the sun was down. That was simple in his head.

Jungkook and Taehyung had moved him at some point. They dragged him down a corridor and to a room that was about two square metres and had one door in and out. He never liked the dark and being stuck here was proving it to him. The only way he kept himself calm was because you were at the very top of his priorities, not himself.

No food, just water every so often. Younghyun at least got fed by The Clan who knew they needed him for this money. Fuck the money at this point. He didn't understand why they hadn't tried to get it from him yet.

His optimism was gone, too. Chan traced the signal but who knows if he's in the same part of the country anymore. They could have drugged him and actually taken him to Daegu; he was practically their property at this point and no one could argue about that. Younghyun had become a pawn in DTA's game and no matter what he did, no matter what he offered, they'd always have leverage over him.

They knew he was going to give up anything for you.

He can hear footsteps down the corridor, ones which he doesn't particularly recognise. He'd had Jungkook, Taehyung, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu visit him down here to make sure he was still breathing so he knew when it was them, but this wasn't familiar. It was too loud to be Yoongi, and from Jungkook's conversation with Taehyung, Hoseok wasn't in the country for another week and a half at least.

Younghyun decides to play dumb, using his feet that are tied together to push himself to the corner of the room. He turns himself inwards, bringing his knees closer to his chest and making sure that his face is as close to the wall as possible.

He calms his breathing as much as he can so that he is barely able to be heard in the corner. He takes his final deep breath as the handle of the door is turned, and he shuts his eyes when the specs of light from the corridor begin to shine through.

The person at the door doesn't move for a moment. Younghyun opens his right eye, the one completely covered by the wall, trying to listen for any movements from the person. There's nothing. It's completely still.

He fears that it may be someone he knows, but before he can make the decision to turn around and stop worrying for his own life, the person calls out to him. "Kang Younghyun?"

The voice isn't one he directly recognises, either. He doesn't move at first, deciding to wait to see what they do. He keeps his breaths shallow at the sound of footsteps get closer, just until a hand is laid on his upper arm.

"Younghyun," the person repeats. Deciding that this was a chance being handed to him, Younghyun turns ever so slightly to meet the eyes of the man who called him. He sees a white-blond haired man with a black suit on, staring down at him with a gun in one hand. "Park Sungjin sent me."

Younghyun's eyes widen at the mention of Sungjin's name. He's still wary but something tells him that this isn't a joke. "Sungjin did?"

"I'm Kim Namjoon. We've spoken on the phone."

His suspicions are confirmed by Namjoon, one of the higher-ups of DTA's biggest rivals, Bangtan. They had spoken on the phone and Younghyun didn't expect to ever see Namjoon in real life. That was mostly because Sungjin and Seokjin never reached an agreement in what they could do for each other but there was a mutual understanding between the two groups - don't attack one another, because there is no reason to.

Younghyun turns fully to Namjoon eyes still questioning as to his arrival. "What are you here for?"

"Sungjin wanted me to check you were still alive," Namjoon says. The boy places his two fingers below Younghyun's jaw and presses down slightly. "He also wanted me to tell you that they are looking for (Y/N) and that Chan found some information at a building that they may have had her in. They are still looking for her, so can't remove you until she is taken first."

"Okay, that's... okay."

Namjoon nods once, removing his hands from Younghyun and standing shortly afterwards. "The Clan are still working with DTA. There hasn't been any change. They are playing you."

"How do you know?" Younghyun questions.

"There has been no movement in Ansan. Chan stepped down like you asked however there was no sign of Yoongi arriving in Ansan, and there still isn't. We think it may have been a ploy to get you to show your weaknesses. They will still be trying to get money from you until you're rung dry. Whatever they ask for, you say no."

Younghyun shakes his head, immediately protesting. "I won't say no. They'll do something to (Y/N) if I refuse. You know that as well as I do."

"Then play it smart. Keep stringing them along. Don't give them any of your money. Sungjin is working on finding (Y/N), and Seokjin is the one who will be taking down Min Yoongi."

"Is there any time frame as to when that will happen?"

Namjoon shakes his head. He places the gun down on the floor and pulls a knife out of his pocket. He brings it to Younghyun's hands and slowly eases the knife through the rope to free his hands. "Unfortunately there are no signs as to where she is being held, so they are having to do a slow search. G7 have offered to help as well. Sungjin asked me to give you this, too."

He pauses with the rope to pull out a phone from his back pocket. It was an older one, fully charged, likely to last a while. After he places the phone on Younghyun's lap, Namjoon goes back to cutting the rope. Younghyun is left to inspect the phone from a distance. He trusts Sungjin, but he isn't sure as to how far he trusts any members of Bangtan.

The best part is the feeling of his limbs becoming free. Once the final part of the rope has been ripped, Younghyun brings his arms forward and stretches his wrists out in front of him, clicking them as he rolls them in circles. Namjoon leaves a replacement rope on the floor, one that looks similar to the original, which Younghyun can put on should he need to.

"We will be in touch by that phone. I will be back at some point in a week with another one, fully charged. It will let us know if you've been moved and obviously we can tell you if we have any updates."

Younghyun only finds it in him to nod, the worry setting in that you haven’t been contacted and still haven’t been found. He swallows hard, thanking Namjoon with the bow of his head. "Thank you for helping us with this, Namjoon. We will repay your help."

"Getting back at Yoongi is help enough," Namjoon tells him, retreating to the door. He bows too, a level of respect made between them. "Stay safe, Younghyun. We will find her."

✦✦✦

"Hyungwon showed me pictures of Gwangju," you state, alerting Younghyun to your presence in the kitchen. He turns back to you, hand kept on the handle of the pan and the wooden spoon. "It's really pretty. Can we go?"

Younghyun hates saying no to anyone, but in particular, he hates saying no to you. Not only for the fact that he loves you and can't bear to say no, but also because you could win a competition for whining if you wanted to. He's become more resistant to your whining recently but he still knew that if you kept it up, he would eventually give into you.

So he smiles, looking back to the stove. "You want to go to Gwangju."

"Is there a problem with that?"

"No," Younghyun tells you. He taps the wooden spoon on the edge of the pan before discarding it in the sink. He turns to you, leaning on the kitchen side with his arms crossed over his chest. "I mean, there is. But no. I want to go to Gwangju, too."

You cock your head to the side at his answer. "What do you mean by that? There is a problem?"

"The Clan are based in Gwangju."

"Ah. The Clan. Of course."

Younghyun looks down to the floor briefly, lips pursed as he tries to think up a way to explain his way out of this. He sighs, shrugging in your direction. "We can go to Jeju. Jae knows some guys over there."

"I said Gwangju was pretty, not Jeju. Besides, we went there for our anniversary last year. I've never been to Gwangju and neither have you. It's pretty and I want to go. So can we go together, or do I need to go on my own?"

"You're not going there on your own."

"I know I'm not." Your smile means that he's fallen into the word trap you wanted. He curses at himself for not being more careful to give you an exact approach to how to get him to agree. "So, Younghyunie, when can I request that Sungjin gives you some time off? We can go for the weekend."

It's not as if he doesn't want to go.

He enjoys your time away from real life. Like when you went to Jeju for your anniversary or spent a few days in Tokyo and forgot everything about D6 whilst they were there. Younghyun enjoyed the thought of being free. He enjoyed spending it with you and it reminded him that he very much did want to spend the rest of his life with you.

But the timing and the place were a risk too much for him.

"You know I would say yes, but there's a few too many problems for me to say it's okay. Sungjin will tell you the same."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, The Clan are there. We can just... wear masks, dye our hair, get fake IDs. It sounds like you just don't want to go."

"I also have to sort out this issue with Chan," Younghyun tells you. He contemplates sitting across from you at the table but decides not to. "He's doing this big job. Based it on a video game. Jae and Wonpil have their doubts it will work so I want to go through it with him beforehand to make sure the entire thing makes sense."

"Ooh! I have an idea."

Younghyun remains stoic. "Yes?"

"We take Chan and pretend he is your brother," you say, "you both can work on stuff in the mornings, then we hang out at night. We get him a separate room to us and it's all sorted. See? I'm a genius. I'll pay for his room, too. You're killing two birds with one stone."

"We're not taking Chan."

"Then we take that one who actually looks like you? What's his name, uhm... Jisung? Small kid with big eyes? Yeah, it's Jisung."

Younghyun shakes his head, sighing as he returns back to what he was cooking. He shakes the pan a little, though doesn't particularly pay too much attention to what he's doing. "I'm sorry, baby. I just can't do it. Not now."

The quiet that fills the air concerns Younghyun for a moment. He doesn't turn back to you, instead listening for any noises you make. He expects you to turn it into a game to see how much you can beg him until he eventually gives in, or to at least put up some defence to it. He worries you may actually be upset when he hears nothing from you for about ten seconds.

He's especially concerned that he's upset you when the chair squeaks against the floor and he hears your footsteps. He turns his head slightly to try and see you, though is surprised to feel your arms wrap around his waist as you hug him from behind. You pull yourself as close to him as possible, right cheek pressed against his back, arms holding him tight.

"I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Younghyun asks, placing his hand on top of your own that are holding one another. He hears you mumble something, though it's not coherent because you had pressed your lips into his back, too. "I didn't hear that, baby."

You groan, moving your head to the side once more. "I'm being selfish."

"Only a little."

"Yah." You whimper and bury your head against him again. He smiles at the gesture, squeezing your hand. "I know I always tell you that I don't want your commitments to D6 to affect us, and I know you try your best. I'm an asshole for always telling you that I don't care about Sungjin and the others, and for pushing you away when you're trying to protect me."

Younghyun's heart is heavy, though he turns himself in your arms so that he's now facing you. He puts his two fingers under your chin so that you’re looking up to him. "Who did you speak to?"

"No one."

"You just started feeling bad over nothing?" Younghyun asks.

"I feel bad because I see how I can be sometimes." You shake your head, trying to get Younghyun's touch from you. Once he moves his hand, you rest your head on his chest and sigh. "I heard you on the phone to Jae yesterday. I didn't realise how hard things were for you. I still think it's like when you just started out with me and D6 were some Unnamed wannabes. Now you're the richest triad in the country. It just... doesn't seem to sink in sometimes."

Younghyun's hand moves to your hair. He runs his fingers over the top of your head, down to your back. "Where did you hear that we're the richest?"

"Jae was in a newspaper."

"Ah." Younghyun keeps his hand on your back as he recalls the recent article about the 'Incheon killer'. "I would tell you they make that stuff up, but we are the richest. That's why I'm worried, baby. We're a target. Especially to groups like The Clan. Even some of the others. DTA, BAP, ACE. They're all threats."

You look up to Younghyun with the most innocent of eyes that make him question why he didn't run away with you already. You have a pout on your lips, brows slightly furrowed. "Who are DTA?"

"Group in Daegu that work with The Clan. They used to be a large triad that covered both Daegu and Busan, but the original members were all killed or thrown in jail. Kids took over, got annoyed at each other, created two different teams. Bangtan are the OG."

"Bangtan," you repeat, "Sungjin was doing something with their leader, right? I remember you saying one night."

"You remember that?"

You scoff. "I do listen to you when you talk to me, yeah."

"I didn't think you cared about all this stuff."

"Of course I do." Your words are sweet. Fortunately, he can tell when you’re lying and this isn't one of those times. Younghyun's hand moves down to your hip, resting it just on the bone, waiting for you to finish. "I love you. Everything you tell me matters to me. I listen every morning and every night. I especially like when you complain about Jae."

Younghyun rolls his eyes. "I don't complain about him that much."

"Oh, you do."

"I do?" Younghyun raises his eyebrows as you nod. "Okay, I do. I'm surprised."

Your laugh brings him more joy than he cares to explain. You reach up to place your hand on the back of his neck, pressing a short kiss to the corner of his lips. "Everything you tell me, I listen to it and I remember it. What's important to you is important to me, and I'm sorry for not acting that way."

✦✦✦

Younghyun, despite his concerns, finds it easier with the use of his hands. He can look around, he can find his way around the room (and he eventually found a lightswitch), and he can most importantly spend time trying to pick that lock on the door as best he can.

He thought the phone Sungjin sent to him would give him more ability to communicate but he was wrong. There were no numbers on there and he didn't ever bother to learn any apart from your’s anyway. So he was still sat in a room for the entirety of the day, only with contact from the members of DTA that Yoongi spared on him.

He did get an escape after three days, just when he was on the verge of losing his shit, when Jungkook came to get him with the help of Yeonjun.

Luckily he had his hands rebound in the rope as tight as he could get it and the phone was on the inside pocket of his jeans (an invention of Jae's, just in case they should ever need it). He had hopes that this was the last time they would as him for money, because above everything he so desperately wanted to hear your voice and know that you were still okay.

He'd take it over a shower or a toothbrush at this point. Sungjin never text him with an update, so he assumed they were no closer to finding you than before. He wished he could be out there looking for you but he knew the position both Bangtan and D6 were in; if he was set free, they would hurt you because it was their leverage.

"You're heavy," Jungkook says, pushing Younghyun down into one of the chairs that were sat around a circular table. He counts 7 chairs in total. Jungkook sighs as he gestures for Yeonjun to follow him. "Don't move. They'll be here in a second."

Younghyun frowns. "Who?"

Jungkook responds with a nonchalant shrug, equalled by Yeonjun quickly glancing back to Younghyun, unsure if he should speak. The youngest decides not to, following after Jungkook as they both exit the hall and leave Younghyun on his own.

He enjoys the sunlight for the time it hits his skin, his heart rate steadier than it has been for a while. He looks around but there is nothing specific that he picks up on. He assumes that he's here to speak to Yoongi and Kihyun, since the deal he had with Yoongi was clearly not going ahead - not that he was meant to know that, anyway.

There's a camera in the corner of the room which he spots after a while. Its faint red light that flashes occasionally is what he catches, and he makes note that it's pointed directly at him. Either Yoongi needed this recorded, Kihyun was watching, or one of Chan's boys had found a way into those cameras.

Younghyun sits patiently for what feels like ten minutes, though was likely two minutes at the most. He tries to keep his head clear but no matter what he does, they go straight back to you. That picture of you Kihyun showed him. Your pained voice as you spoke with him. He couldn't begin to guess what state you were in now but there was a clear picture in his head that he couldn't shake.

You had to be found as soon as possible, that was clear.

"Sorry for the delay." Kihyun's voice echoes through the hall, though Younghyun doesn't bother to look their way. He stares at the table, eyes heavy from the lack of sleep he's experienced. "I got a call from the most unexpected of people."

Younghyun ignores him again, though he's forced to look at Kihyun by one of the other members of The Clan who grasps his chin. He tries to catch their features but he can only make out the blonde to blue hair and physique that makes him question whether he was likely to win any altercation with The Clan.

Kihyun rolls his eyes at Younghyun, ordering the man away from him. "It's a shame, Young K. We really would have been good partners. Instead, you want to work with the likes of JB and... god, who was it..."

"Me," Yoongi chimes in, looking over to Younghyun with a smug expression. He shrugs at Younghyun for the look he gives. "Sorry, I had to tell him."

"It hurts me to think that you would go behind my back."

Younghyun scoffs. "You and I had no reason to be in this position. You could have targeted anyone but you chose me."

"Because you're the richest," Kihyun says. He looks over to the one who grabbed Kihyun's chin before. "Tell me, Wonho, what was it like in his apartment?"

Wonho, who Younghyun already knows from multiple stories but had never seen the face of, sips on a bottle of water before answering. "He had a lot of pointless, expensive things."

"Pointless expensive things. See, Younghyun, we targeted you for a reason. You all have money, you just needed to share it with all of us. We could have come to an agreement before but Sungjin doesn't like me."

"Sungjin doesn't like anyone," Younghyun tells them. He scans the faces of those sitting at the table. He recognises Lee Jooheon and Lim Changkhyun, then there is Yoongi and Kihyun, then Wonho, and finally one person he doesn't recognise. "Why am I here now? What else do you need from me? Some fucking balls?"

Jooheon and Changkyun both find his statement amusing. Jooheon leans forward, knife in hand and pointed straight at him. "I would think you would need balls from us, Younghyunie."

"Or, your girlfriend needs them."

Younghyun looks directly to the one on the end that he doesn't know, eyes narrowed at the mention of you. It's when he really looks at the pretty boy with black middle-parted hair and glasses that he realises who it must be. "Chae Hyungwon."

"So you do listen to her!" Hyungwon, smiling widely, looks to Kihyun who had a blank stare. "It's a shame that she doesn't listen to you. If only she did get that background check on me that you so badly wanted. I get it, she probably felt like you were taking over her life, but if she was my girlfriend then I would have forced it. A man that moved from Gwangju right when you get a warning that The Clan are in your area? Young K, you claim to be smart but that was a rookie move."

Yoongi hums. "You've been spending too much time with those kids of yours. You know that whatever they have going on isn't going to work, right?"

"Why the fuck am I here?"

"We were getting to that," Kihyun states. Another eye roll and some documents pulled out his bag, and he's ready to start. "We have reassessed the situation, given that you tried to turn DTA against us."

Yoongi nods in agreement. "Rookie move again. Kihyun and I have a strong bond."

"And we were of the understanding that ten mil was just enough for you to afford." Kihyun pushes the papers in Younghyun's direction, but he ignores them and continues to stare forward. "We have considered and we need 50 million from you to ensure your girlfriend’s safety and your own. Though I'm sure that (Y/N)’s safety matters more to you in the end."

Younghyun shakes his head."I don't have that kind of money."

"D6 does," Hyungwon says, "I looked into it. Fifty is nothing for you guys."

"I don't have access to that money."

"You know who does."

Younghyun scoffs, looking directly to Hyungwon. He would kill Chae Hyungwon first, he's decided. "I don't have fucking access and I don't know who does. Sungjin gave it to someone but didn't say who. It would be pretty shitty business if we all knew how to access a shit tonne of money at the click of our fingers."

"He's right." Changkyun hums in agreement. "Young K would have run with the money by now if he did know. I looked at his purchases. How do you expect to support yourself if you have a net spending of over ten thousand a month?"

"The point is, you can pay it," Yoongi says.

He gestures towards the paper for Younghyun to read, though Younghyun still won't budge. He rolls his eyes, looking at Hyungwon with the most detest. He sees why you trusted him. He didn't look like he would be here - he has kind eyes and a sweet smile like any boy his age would. He didn't have that menacing stare like Jooheon, or the body of Wonho. He looked... average.

So if an average boy like Hyungwon could orchestrate this entire ordeal, Younghyun was likely to struggle in keeping this charade going.

✦✦✦

Sungjin and Younghyun weren't always the best of friends.

The two had met during a class on international policy. Younghyun studied Business and Sungjin studied Economics, though they had seen each other a few times before that class in their second year of university. Sungjin recognised Younghyun as the bassist in a group who would play at a music cafe on Friday nights. Younghyun knew Sungjin as the president of the society for entrepreneurship who would constantly show up in lectures.

The had spoken previously in first year at a careers fair, since they both went to the same stall looking at joining the same job.

It was very likely that it was fate that brought them together on that Tuesday morning, since the only reason Younghyun arrived late and had to sit next to Sungjin at the front of the lecture hall was all the trains being cancelled - which, of course, is not something that usually happens.

Still, they sat next to each other and spoke briefly afterwards. They ended up being friends through their Tuesday morning classes and by the time Christmas had passed, they spoke regularly and would hang out on campus if they were both free. Mostly it was doing coursework together, though Sungjin was pretty smart, so Younghyun didn't mind that too much.

"I got word from Dowoon about a possible sighting," Sungjin says, voice echoing from behind a wall. His head peeks out from the wall that separates the kitchen, eyes searching for Younghyun in the living room. "Have you told (Y/N) what the situation is?"

Younghyun looks up from the book in his hands. The Handmaiden's Tale. He started reading it on recommendation from you and was enjoying it too much to just forget about. "She knows. It doesn't mean she will listen."

"She should," Jae comments.

The oldest of the three is spread across Sungjin's sofa, legs on the leather and blanket over him. Fortunately, Sungjin wasn't too bothered by Jae's relaxed manner. The oldest was carefree towards absolutely anything and that seemed to help his role in D6 the most. He didn't care for who he had to stab in the back. He didn't care for feelings or emotions. Sungjin appreciated that in his own way.

Jae sits up, folding the blanket over his lap. He looks to Sungjin as he messes up his blonde streaked hair (that, for safety reasons, had to constantly be changed). "I think that we should put her on house arrest. She's going to cause us problems."

"No."

"You're a biased party in this decision," Jae states, turning to Younghyun with narrowed eyes, "you know that it would be a decision we would make if any of us were dating. Unfortunately, you're the only one here who is dating someone, and you know that she will hate it, so you hate it too. It's for her safety."

Sungjin appears from the kitchen with two bowls in his hand, both of which he places down on the coffee table between the sofas. Jae makes an ooh noise as he sees the bowl of chicken, grabbing for a wing and regretting the burning afterwards.

Sungjin frowns at Jae, though looks to Younghyun before he forgets what he had to say. "You know that we would recommend to anyone that they should place loved ones on house arrest. I know what she’s like, and I know she will hate it, but we have to be realistic about the situation. She's at risk."

"She's not an immediate risk, there's not proof that she will be targeted over anyone that you two, or Wonpil and Dowoon know."

Jae interrupts them both, mouth full as he speaks. Both Sungjin and Younghyun look at him devout of any emotions, though Sungjin voices their shared opinion. "Please finish your food before you speak."

"I was saying that she is an immediate risk," Jae tells them, swallowing the chicken he was chewing on. He grabs a tissue to put the bone in before returning to an expectant Younghyun and Sungjin. "I went by her work when I was free the other day. Who's that kid following her around everywhere? He's new."

"Kid?" Sungjin questions, turning to Younghyun.

Younghyun shrugs. "Just someone she works with. I already asked her about it. She said she trusts that he's not a bad guy. I can't not believe her."

"With all due respect, you can just not believe her." Jae takes another piece of chicken which he holds a bit longer than last time. "Didn't you get a name? Anything we can identify him with? It's a precaution. She doesn't have to know about it and you can sleep soundly at night knowing he's not going to kidnap her one day."

"I mean this with all due respect too, you're not going behind her back to find information on this guy. You know how much she hates everything we do and you know for a fact if she finds out that it's you doing all this she will not be happy. I'm aware of the risks but I have to trust her too. I have to believe her when she says that it's fine, because if I can't do that then that means I trust you guys more than I trust her."

Jae pulls a face of confusion. "You do trust us more than her, though?"

"When it comes to drugs and money and gang violence, yeah." Younghyun looks to Sungjin pleadingly, hoping to get some support. Sungjin doesn't move though, instead focusing on the floor as he processes the situation. Younghyun holds back from rolling his eyes. "How am I supposed to tell the girl I want to marry that I don't respect her wishes and go behind her back because the guy who threatened to kill her when we first started dating thinks her colleague is some mafia guy who wants me dead?"

Sungjin sighs rather loudly, taking them both by surprise. He goes to Jae first, emotionless still. "Follow the guy that has been around her, but don't get too close. Observe him and what he does, see if he has a legitimate story. I'll speak to (Y/N) and find out what she knows. I won't lie to her, I'll be straight about the whole story. If she doesn't want to hear it from you then she can hear it from me."

"Sounds fair."

"It is," Sungjin states. He shifts towards Younghyun, pulling the sleeves of his blazer up as he rests his elbows on his knees. "As for you, I understand that it's an awkward position but this is for the benefit of (Y/N), not just you. This is no longer you being concerned about her safety, it's me, it's Chan, and it's JB. All of us have stakes in this and even if you knew her a week she would be a liability to us. You know this isn't me being hard on you, Younghyun, but she's a weakness of yours and anyone who can use it against us, they will. So I will organise to meet her privately."

Younghyun nods only once, turning to face the window instead of continuing the conversation. Was he angry? God yeah he was angry. The thought of this blowing out of proportion made his blood boil. The kicker was that it was Jae who had brought it up. Younghyun didn't have a problem with Jae, it was you who did and the problem was rightfully placed.

He hated the thought of their relationship being forced into the hands of Sungjin. He didn't want to be a puppet that Sungjin controlled with the rest of D6 on the backburner. He would have rather quit than it get this far, but he remembers exactly what Sungjin had told him when they first saw an opportunity to create something like D6.

You trust me and I'll trust you. I won't do anything that goes against you. It will all be in your interest. I just need you to trust me.

Younghyun looks back to Sungjin, noticing stares from both of the others focused on him. He nods again, biting his tongue to think through his words properly. "If you think that's best, then I'm okay with it."

✦✦✦

The tiredness was starting to have a real impact on Younghyun now.

He spent his days staring at a blank wall, unable to sleep like he always thought he would be able to. He started to overthink, he began painting a picture of a world he wanted which occupied him for the majority of the day. If he didn't have that phone, he wouldn't have any idea what time of day it was or how many days it had been.

Younghyun tried to stay awake in case he was surprised by Yoongi or Kihyun or one of the men they have running around doing their errands. He began to form a schedule for when one of them would check he was still alive, though that fear was always with him no matter what.

Today he couldn't keep himself from letting the overwhelming need to sleep consume him. He has his head against the wall, limbs almost numb as his eyes fall shut and his lips slightly gap. He drifts in and out of the darkness, barely noticing the real world around him that carried on moving.

Part of him embraces the idea of one long sleep where he could just picture the world he wanted. You were back with him, everyone was happy, no worries for what The Clan or DTA or anyone would do.

The other part, more rationally, worries that Sungjin might text him and he'll miss it. Someone could come in here and move him to a completely new room or building and he would have no idea. Yoongi could come and kill him.

That was the thought process he found himself in.

He's so close to sleeping that he starts to see stars, though the door opening catches him off guard and shakes him back awake. He missed the footsteps though luckily he had his hands bound again and the phone was, as always, hidden.

It's Taehyung this time, though Jungkook is standing behind him. Younghun doesn’t react as they pull him to his feet, ignoring the fact he's barely with it, and carry him wherever they needed him to be. He tries to keep up with the path they take him on though his head hurts too much to be one hundred per cent sure of the route.

They end up taking him to a larger room, this one with windows similar to the ones in the previous room. The whole set up is similar. There's a chain on the wall and as soon as Younghyun see it, he knows that's where he's going.

And he's right, like always.

They chain both his ankles, as well as his wrists, to the metal shackles that are attached to the wall. It barely gives him room to move though he tries not to be too bothered by it. The sunlight helps him more than he could have ever imagined.

What he did not expect to see was Hyungwon and Wonho come through the same door a few moments later, also carrying another person. His immediate worry is that it's Chan or one of the other kids, though when he sees the strands of familiar hair hang down his heart skips a beat.

He says your name softly, voice cracking as they place you down on the floor next to him. He tries to move closer to you but he can't move more than a foot. He pulls on the chains as best he can, despite knowing ultimately he wouldn't be able to help you. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

No one answers. You’re unconscious, though it doesn't appear to be due to an injury. They likely used chloroform to knock you out which is somewhat better but it chills him to the bone to see you like that.

They probably don't look too different in the end, but there's something about seeing you in the position of a hostage that makes him wish that he never asked you to love him back.

He's left to stare at your body, tears filling his eyes as you’re supported by the chains and nothing else. He doesn't know when you’ll wake up, but he does know that this is a cruel game played by Min Yoongi to ask him to surrender the money they wanted so badly.

So he just watches you, begging for you to wake so that he can just hear your voice and tell you that everything is going to be okay. His only hope that this isn't the end is that Namjoon is meant to be changing that phone within the next few days.

✦✦✦

He always woke up before you, no matter what the circumstances.

Younghyun thought that because he spent the entire night, and some part of the early morning, surrounded by different kinds of men and women who wanted him no less than dead, that he would be able to sleep for a few more hours and wake up to something completely new.

Not that he was complaining by any means, of course - he loved waking up with your head resting on his shoulder, arm draped over his chest.

"Morning, baby."

His fingers dance across your back, down to your spine as you groan and bury your face in his chest. Younghyun finds your behaviour, as with every morning that spent with you, rather childlike. He smiles to himself, tracing over your spine as you stretch your neck.

"It's too early," you say, voice mostly muffled due to your position. You look up to Younghyun after a few moments, eyes narrowed and brows pulled together. "Yah, you're not meant to be awake. You've barely slept."

Younghyun hums but keeps still. "I didn't plan on waking up."

"So you woke me up because you woke up?"

"I woke you up because I wanted to talk to you." Younghyun doesn't mean to seem so serious, but when you look back to him with wide eyes he realises that he may have worried you a little too much. "It's not important I was just... thinking, yesterday."

You move so that you’re laying with your head on the pillow beside Younghyun, rather than on him. You turn your head to the side and place your hand under your head. "I'm listening."

"I wanted to say thank you."

"Thank you?" you repeat, questioning his words. You put your hand on his forearm and squeeze a little. "Kang Younghyun, are you feeling okay?"

He pushes your hand off, shaking his head. "I mean it, I'm so thankful for everything you've given up for me. That you came here with me, that you sacrificed the life you wanted in Seoul for me. That every day you risk your life because you love me. It's a lot to ask someone to do and I... I didn't even ask you, you just did it."

"I did it because Jae said he would kill me otherwise."

"Don't be like that, I said this is serious."

You hum. "I know, I know."

"But do you really understand what I mean?" Younghyun asks you.

"I understand that you're thanking me for loving you, which seems a bit strange," you answer. Your hand moves up to his face, where you cup his cheek as you continue. "You seem to forget that you are also risking yourself for me. This is a mutual risk. So... I'm thankful for you too. For worrying about me, for taking care of me, for accepting that you're a liability for me. Even for going against your friends' wishes for me."

Younghyun isn't sure how to answer, so he stays quiet and instead holds his own hand above your own. He intertwines your fingers, moving your hand from his cheek down to his chest, placing it just above his heart. He knows that you’re watching him with loving eyes and the thought brings pricking to the corner of his eyes. Younghyun has mastered the control of his own emotions, so he's able to stop any tears from showing.

And it's because he loves you so damn much.

There was not a part of his being that didn't love you, or any part of you. Even the attitude you would have sometimes, the way you would get angry and the fact that you didn't like his friends - they were all parts of you that he loved. No, he wouldn't ask for you to be changed in any way. He wouldn't ask to replace even the smallest part of you.

He only wanted you.

To be with you, to love you; to be in love with you.

"You know how much I love you?"

Younghyun looks back to you with slightly widened eyes. "How much?"

"Enough to give my life for yours," you tell him. You hear him open his mouth to protest so carry on. "I don't care what you say, Kang Younghyun. You're the love of my life and if it came to it, I wouldn't care to put myself in front of you to make sure you were okay. If any of those people came along who could possibly hurt you, and they kidnapped me or took me or whatever you're so scared they'll do, forget about me. Don't put yourself in danger for me. Move on from me and live your life knowing that's what I wanted you to do."

"I don't want to live a life without you, though."

You shake your head. You take your hand from under his own and use it to push yourself up, so that you’re laying on your side with your head raised above his level. "Even my ghost will stay with you. I'm sorry. You're stuck with me forever. Even when you move on from me and you've been married twenty years with two kids, I'll still be sitting on the edge of your bed judging you for everything I do at the moment."

"Don't talk about you dying."

"Everything," you repeats, moving closer to him, "even the noise you make when you like the way someone touches you."

Younghyun pushes you away from him, expression showing his distaste for your words. "Stop bringing that up."

"I better not hear you making that noise when your new wife touches you. That's a noise reserved for me and only me."

"I'm not getting a new wife," Younghyun tells you, "if anything happened to you, which I won't because I won't let it, I wouldn't get remarried or date anyone else. I definitely won't be making that noise, either."

You pout. "Because that noise is reserved for me?"

"Because you are the only one who knows how to get that noise."

You laugh at his words, hair falling down your back as you let your head move back a little. Younghyun watches with a lazy smile, eyes moving over your figure to make sure he hasn't missed a thing. He's so engrossed in the thought of you, the very being of you, that he misses you finding an opportunity to ambush him.

Before he can react you move over to him, swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him. You place both your hands on his chest, leaning down to him as your hair falls back over your shoulders. "It's a real shame that you have to be spending the rest of your day with Sungjin."

Younghyun, by instinct, puts his hand on your thighs, fingers splayed across your flesh as he tugs you forward very gently. "Oh, it is?"

"A real shame." You lean closer to him, lips just ghosting his own. He's sure you feel his heart start to beat a little quicker because your lips curl into a smirk. "I had some other things we could do instead."

"What did you have in mind?"

You press your lips to his, only a gentle kiss at first that he tries to deepen when your fingers move to the nape of his neck, pulling at the short hairs. As usual, you take control of the situation and pulls away, leaving Younghyun to stare at you with a longing to continue what you started.

"You have to go sort out the accounts with Sungjin," You say, sitting back on your thighs. You reach for Younghyun's hands and grasp them gently. "When you're home, then I might show you."

"Might?"

"It depends on how I feel later."

Younghyun sighs, head turned slightly to the side. "I don't have to go with Sungjin today. I can spend all day with you. He'll understand."

"Stop being thirsty and do your job, Younghyunie." You copy Younghyun's typical gesture by bringing his knuckles to your lips and kissing them gently. "You've got every night with me until we're old. Those accounts will only keep getting pushed back at this rate because you're too lazy to do them. One day you're gonna wish you knew them like the back of your hand and you'll regret wanting to be with me instead."

He knows what you mean really, given that Sungjin had aged about twenty years given the work he would do every day, but Younghyun doesn't know how not to show his love to you in everything he does. "But I'll regret not spending the time with you, more."

✦✦✦

You’re sat as close to each other as you possibly could be, though Younghyun is no longer sure if that's the best idea.

You’re quiet. You never usually kept your quiet disposition unless you were fearful for something. He understood, he really did, but his efforts felt pointless. Each time he tried to tell you that it would be okay there was the underlying tone in his voice that even he wasn't sure that was the case.

"Someone is coming," Younghyun says. You won't even meet his eyes anymore. He wonders what is really going through your head, though he knows deep down that you’re thinking about what Min Yoongi and Yoo Kihyun could put you through. He pulls at his hand again, rattling the chains which gets your attention. "I told you that I would never let anything happen to you. I won't."

You nod, maintaining your eye contact with him. You haven’t shown any other emotions since you cried when you woke up. There was nothing but fear drifting through the room and he couldn't do anything about it. "Who's coming?"

"Sungjin got a deal with Bangtan. They're helping us. Namjoon is meant to be coming back here to replace the phone he gave me last week. When he comes to look for me then he will realise that you're here."

"Why didn't he take you beforehand?"

"Because if he did then you were in danger," Younghyun says, "if I disappeared then they would have done something to you."

Though you’re quiet, Younghyun knows when you want to say something. He's sure that you would have shouted him down for risking his life for you, but you’ve got barely any energy to do a thing. So he waits patiently for you. He watches over you with the only thought in his mind relating to keeping you safe no matter what.

You can barely keep your head up, though a smile through watery eyes is what has Younghyun's nails digging into the palm of his hands. "I'm sorry for not listening to you, Younghyunie."

"You don't have to apologise, baby."

"You're not mad?"

Younghyun shakes his head. "I would never be mad at you. I can't impose a life on you where you don't have the freedom to make your own friends, be your own person, and leave the house whenever you want. I'm sorry for bringing this on you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you tell him. You meet his gaze with another sweet smile that he missed so much, one that warms his heart as much as it can do in the situation. Of anything, it fuels his anger so much more towards those who did this. "But I want you to promise me one thing when your friends come and rescue us."

"What's that?"

"You find Min Yoongi and Yoo Kihyun, you take everything from them."

Younghyun humours your words with an ounce of laughter. The sound lifts the atmosphere a touch, enough for him to believe himself that there is a happy ending to this all. That you’ll both get out of here. That he can make it to New Year's Eve and promise to love you for the rest of your lives. That one day you’ll both look back on this and laugh about it.

He would do more than just take everything from them. "I plan on making them wish they were dead."

"I want to do it," you state. Younghyun frowns at your words, not understanding the full depth of what you mean. You look over to the door and nod to yourself. "When you tie them to a wall like this, and you don't let them eat or drink for days, and they're begging for you to take something else from them apart from their lives, I want to be the one who takes the one thing they value from them."

And Younghyun initially feels the guilt of dragging you into his problems in the form of worry that you may come just like him.

He wonders if you’ve pictured their death all this time.

He wonders what Sungjin will think if he tries to explain that you, the one who would avoid the topic of anything D6 related, were now actively trying to participate in what you hated.

He wonders if you’ve even thought through it.

"I'm also sorry for how I've treated Jae and the others this whole time."

Younghyun pulls himself from his thoughts when he hears your words. He looks at you blankly for a moment before he realises what you’re saying. "They deserved it."

"They were just looking out for me," you state. You lean your head back against the wall as you sigh. "It just hit me the last time we talked about all this, we were in bed with the heating on, teeth brushed, showered, in fresh clothes. I missed talking to you. I think this all would have been easier if I was with you the whole time."

"When we get out of here we can shower and brush our teeth and put on warm clothes and just lay together in bed and talk about whatever you want. I think Sungjin will give me a break for a while, I can't imagine your work is going to give you a hard time if Sungjin has covered it."

You groan. "Shit. I forgot about work."

"You know you could just quit and let me take care of you," Younghyun says. He stops for a moment before continuing. "I mean, you're going to have to quit either way. I know you want to have your own money but... what's mine is your's. I don't want to spend any more time apart after this. I'll worry that it will be the last time I see you."

"Don't make me cry."

"Too late for that."

You frown, though realises that Younghyun is referring to the tear that falls down your cheek a second later. You smile weakly once more, closing your eyes as your head is pressed back against the wall again. He can't do anything but watch you, thoughts leading to a clearer picture of what he wants in the future. None of them are without you.

He gets so lost in a trail of memories he's yet to create that he almost misses the door being pushed open. Of course his ears prick up at the sound of heavy footsteps and his breath hitches in his throat as the possibility of it being Min Yoongi or Yoo Kihyun coming to collect their dues. He watches the room with a heavy heart, unsure whether this was the last time he would be able to make any decision as to what his future holds.

Younghyun is caught off guard by the figure in front of him pulling off the cap and face mask they're wearing. Another follows behind, this one shorter yet still as buff looking, and he realises that his fears are far too misplaced.

Like Sungjin said, you trust me and I'll trust you.

"We've got them both," Namjoon says, hand grasping the radio attached to his jacket. He sighs in relief, looking over to you. "Have Soobin on standby should we need medical attention."

Younghyun looks over to you, and you notice his change in disposition. He shows only relief to you, mouth gaped as he shares the feeling with you. "This is Namjoon."

"And Jimin," the shorter of the two rescuers says. He's young, probably around the same age as you, though his cute looking face shouldn't be mismatched. Younghyun knows who Jimin is, as do most leaders of any triad around here. Park Jimin was a young prodigy who caused the end to great men. He was someone you wanted on your side. "Nice to meet you both. We're here to take you to Busan. Sungjin is waiting there for you."

You bow your head at both Jimin and Namjoon, something that Younghyun copies a moment later. It's Jimin that goes to you, Namjoon focusing on getting the chains off Younghyun. He listens to you nonetheless, keeping his eyes on you as Namjoon picks at the lock on his shackles. "They're not going to come back here before we leave, are they?"

"We caused enough of a problem elsewhere for us to have a window of about an hour and a half before anyone important is back here," Jimin tells you.

"You may have to stay in Busan for a few days to ensure your safety," Namjoon says, freeing one of Younghyun's hands. He stops to make sure that Younghyun is listening to him, and hands him another phone that he was originally meant to be here for. "DTA have no reason to think we are working together. Jeongin was able to establish a secure line between Seokjin and Sungjin. The Clan wouldn't know either. Once we're in Busan there's a hotel booked under a different name. You're to stay there until Seokjin establishes it's safe to leave."

Younghyun nods, allowing Namjoon to work on the other shackle around his wrist. He looks to you with the best of smiles he can give you. "You did say you wanted to go to Busan, didn't you?"

"Maybe under different circumstances."

"You'll like it," Jimin tells them, "I'll ask for Taehyun and Kai to show you around."

You agree, though Younghyun is sure you’ll be more up to it after sleeping for a while and getting back to your own life. For the first time in a while he doesn't notice the sinking feeling in his stomach; it's replaced with the energy of a star that's burning brightest in the sky. Of course he is worried, there's not a part of him that doesn't constantly fear what could happen in the future.

That was his life and that would never change and he was okay with that, as long as you were with him. The day you left him, he realised that he never wanted you to leave him again. It was scar pressed into his heart that would affect him until he met his inevitable end, though he was okay with that, too.

✦✦✦

"Jae asked how you were, by the way."

You look up to the phone screen that shows Younghyun's text messages and you flashes a brief smile before returning your head to the comfort of his chest. You splay her fingers over the middle of his chest, skin to skin contact stopped by the shirt he wore. "He has my number. He can text me."

"I think he's scared of you," Younghyun tells you, locking his phone and placing it by his side.

"He's double my height, how is he scared of me?" you question. You look up to Younghyun with wide eyes, though your expression turns sweet when the tips of his fingers meet your hair. "He's coming to meet me next week. He said he wants to show me how to pick locks, get out of wrist ties, and throw knives at people."

Younghyun laughs at your words. "Should I be jealous that you're friends with him now?"

"Well, no."

You look over to the window, eyes glazed over as you recall a memory of Jae. Younghyun watches curiously, brows slightly furrowed as you stare for gone thirty seconds. Younghyun isn't jealous, per se, but he certainly hopes that you think of him like that, too. He's about to pull you from your thoughts when you look back to him with a wide grin.

"On reflection, I do think it's pretty hot when a guy holds a gun."

Younghyun raises his brow. "You do?"

"I think that it would be a pretty good sight if you were the one who had a gun in his hands, you were aiming it and your muscles were all tense, you had that look of concentration on your face..."

You sigh as you throw yourself back against the pillow next to Younghyun. He still watches you, confused as to what thoughts are going through your mind. You keep your eyes closed for a minute or two, breathing just faster than if it was steady before you peek one eye open to see Younghyun.

"Did you know you're the most attractive man to walk this earth?" you ask. Your innocent eyes bring joy to Younghyun. "No, you don't have to be jealous of Jae. After what I just pictured there is not anyone who you need to be jealous of."

"What did you picture?"

You shake your head, covering your eyes. "Something I'm never sharing unless you get me so drunk I can't control what I say."

"Are you sexualising me?" Younghyun sits up on his elbow, falsifying a judgemental look in your direction. "I'm hurt. I thought you loved me for me."

"Don't flatter yourself. I loved you for your money."

Younghyun holds his hand over his heart, lips pulled into an 'o' shape. He falls back down onto the pillow, still clutching his heart. "You've hurt me in a way that no one else can. I don't think I can get through this. Ah, my heart hurts so much."

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" you ask.

"I think there's something else you can kiss to make it better."

You match his shocked expression, sitting up on your knees and facing him completely. You playfully whack his shoulder to express your discontent. "Yah! Now who is sexualising who!"

"I didn't say what!" Younghyun's defence is already weak, so he does something else to go in his favour. He reaches for your hands, pulling you down onto him so that you’re laying on his chest, face buried in his neck. He looks to you, though your eyes are shut. "You know deep down you love me for me."

You shake your head, your answer muffled. "No."

"Not even a little?"

"Maybe a little," you say, lifting your head slightly. You place a short kiss on his jaw before nuzzling your head into his neck again. "I love you as much as you love me."

Younghyun hums, arms around your figure as he holds you tight. He returns your gesture by pressing his lips to the part of your forehead that's exposed. "So an unending amount that can never be determined because people in our lifetime aren't smart enough to come up with a figure large enough to represent it?"

"Yeah," you say, agreeing with him as you settle your body with his, "something like that."

a/n: thank you for your continued support! much love to everyone who interacts. let me know what you think! i will probably next post an ateez fic, either hongjoong or san.

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