#please wrap those arms around me jebal

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WTFFFFF WHY DO I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT THOSE PICS !

[serpentinesarang]

Tender Loving Care

pairing: wonho (lee hoseok) x female reader [could be gender-neutral though if you ignore the cleavage mention], relationship!AU

genre: mega fluff, first-person POV, reader speaks Konglish (translations provided!)

word count: 844

content warnings: swearing, physical pain, mention of nausea, crying

summary: you have a particularly terrible migraine, so sweet boy hoseok makes it his mission to take care of you

I can barely feel the tears streaming down my cheeks because my head is pounding so hard, and my throbbing eyeballs are probably going to explode out of their sockets like fried eggs any moment now. And the nausea—fuck, the nausea... This is one of those migraines that can render even the healthiest of people bedridden.

And that’s where I am, staring at the ceiling, desperately trying to do that 7-5 breathing technique my therapist told me about: in for seven seconds, out for five. But dear fucking God, the pain is unlike anything I’ve felt before.

I wipe away the tears sliding down my neck and let out a long-held sigh. What did I do to deserve this?

As if he’d read my racing mind, Hoseok pads into the bedroom and flicks on the overhead light, eliciting a pitiful groan from me.

His eyes widen dramatically when he notices my glistening face and pained expression, then he strides to my side of the bed, his tone panicked when he says, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

His fingers fly to my cheeks, quickly swiping at the tears. I can’t help but break into a soft sob. “머리가 아프다 [moriga apeuda / my head hurts]… It hurts… so bad, Hoseok. Help me, 제발 [jebal / please],” I whisper in a strained voice.

With tears already brimming in his own chocolate eyes, Hoseok nods, delicately sliding his hands and arms between me and the mattress to pick me up.

“Slowly,” I murmur against his chest when I feel a particularly stronger throbbing in my temples.

Hoseok obeys, gingerly taking light steps toward the master bath on the other side of our room. He flicks on the light, and again, I moan at the exacerbated pain, digging my forehead into his burly pecs. He kisses the top of my head before gently sitting me on the closed toilet seat, and my instinctual reaction is to bring my heels up and hug my shins with my head cradled between my knees.

I feel so guilty for letting him see me in such unfiltered agony, and I certainly don’t like that my pain has caused him pain as well.

After what feels like an hour but is probably just five minutes, the tub has been filled with hot water, eucalyptus bubble bath has been added, according to my sensitive nose, and Hoseok has come back in the bathroom.

“자기야 [jagiya / babe],” he says while tapping my shoulder. I lift my head just enough to see him holding a small lavender-scented candle. “Good idea buying this.”

He shoots me a sweet smile and leans down to kiss my forehead before lighting the candle and carefully placing it in the far corner of the tub.

I love this man. So so motherfucking much, I think as he pulls me to the cold tile. From the bottom up, he tugs my oversized t-shirt off my trembling body, letting it fall somewhere, and placing open-mouth kisses on my shoulder that trail down my cleavage and belly until he removes my fleece shorts and underwear together. I step out of them and kick them aside while he continues his heavenly kissing up my thighs this time, leaving one last harder kiss on my pubic bone. Leave it to my boyfriend to alleviate my pain as sensually as possible.

I’ve stopped crying by now, and I wrap myself around him tightly. “정말 감사합니다 [jeongmal kamsahamnida / thank you so much].”

Caressing him, I feel his toned obliques and plentiful latissimus muscles, and at long last, I sense the clearing of my mind. The smell of the lavender candle has also begun to relax me. In response, Hoseok brings his hands up to my lower neck and languidly kneads my muscles in random, circular motions. I’ve never taught him this, and I don’t know how he’s this damn good at being my personal masseur.

Resting the side of his head against the top of mine, he says in a faint yet solemn voice, “언제나 [eonjena / always].”

We stay there for another minute, hugging, caressing, and massaging each other, before we pull apart.

“The water is still hot,” he reminds me with a smile. I grasp his warm hands as I finally lower myself into the bubbly, minty water at a maddeningly slow pace. If he’s annoyed at all, he does not make it evident.

I’ve lain back against the curve of the tub and sunken down a little when Hoseok says, “지금 [jigeum / now],I can turn off the light.”

He does so and returns to the tub to sit cross-legged at the very edge and press his body as closely as he can get, leaning in even further with his veiny neck to gaze at me. “Want medicine?”

I let out a heavy breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “어,내사랑 [eo, naesarang / (informal) yes, my love].”

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#10: First Kiss*

* - Requested Eunkwang: It wasn't rushed. We had both thought about taking it slow, seeing as we really wanted the relationship to work. Skinship wasn't different to us. We loved holding hands, giving each other hugs and being in each others' presence. But when I hadn't seen Eunkwang for a week, it sucked a lot. I missed him to pieces and I wish he had felt the same. He was really busy- taping variety shows, working on his Piece of BTOB, and preparing for their comeback. He barely had anytime to sleep so I understood it when he couldn't see me. It was late on a Friday night. I was preparing to have a movie marathon by myself and I wasn't expecting anyone. The laptop was prepared on my bed, snacks were arranged in a delicious manner and I was in my pajamas. When the doorbell rang, I was reluctant to open it, since as I said before, I had no one planning to come over. When I saw my boyfriend on the other side of the door and he was holding flowers, I immediately opened it and jumped onto him. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Jagiya," he started to say, "sorry for not being able to see you the past week. I bought you these flowers. I hope you're not mad." Without him knowing, I was so thankful for his actions that a sudden boost of confidence came washing over me. I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. It was the perfect moment, for me it was. The moment my lips hit his, he slightly jumped up. He wasn't expecting this, but I'm thankful that it happened. When our lips parted, I looked down to the floor. I felt heat rush to my cheeks and I'm pretty sure that I was blushing like crazy. "Yah," my boyfriend started, "what was that?" I was shocked by his response. Did he not want that to happen? Was I bad? I couldn't understand. "I was supposed to be the one who initiated these kind of things." He lifted my chin, making me look into his eyes. He saw the expression on my face and said, "But I'm happy that it happened." and kissed me again. Minhyuk: I've been friends with BTOB even before they debuted. It didn't take much effort but I loved their company, and it was mutual. Minhyuk has been my friend since forever, since I've known his since grade school. We've went through everything together, but lately, he's been somewhat avoiding me? I've been visiting their dorms for multiple times this week and all I've been able to catch is either Peniel or Ilhoon. Where was he? 8 hours have passed and I was bored with playing chess with Peniel, or joking around with Eunkwang. Where was the boy I called my best friend even at? As if on cue, Minhyuk walked into the door of the dorms. He had a serious look on his face, an emotion he only had whenever something was bothering him. I know that for a fact. I was about to exit the rest room when I heard a conversation. "Yah, Minhyuk-ah!" Eunkwang said, closing the door of the refridgerator. "Where have you been?" It was as if he didn't hear a thing. I reluctantly pretended to invisible and listen to his excuse. "I was out, hyung." Minhyuk replied the obvious. "(Y/N) waited for you for 8 hou-" Minhyuk snapped. "Don't mention her name, hyung." My stomach dropped. What did he mean by that? I didn't do anything to make him upset. I couldn't understand what was happening. "I don't want to hear her name right now." He sighed, plumetted to the couch and grabbed his face in stress. "Wae?" The older asked, confused by the way his dongsaeng was acting. It wasn't like him. "Did you guys have a fight? Is that why you've been avoiding her for the past week? You know she comes by to wait for you, right?" Frustrated, he grabbed his hair and groaned loudly. "I just don't want to see her right now. I-It's hard to explain, hyung." I didn't realize it, but tears started flowing out of my eyes. Why was he mad at me? I slowly started bawling. I ran out of the bathroom. I passed the main area of the dorms and I'm pretty sure Minhyuk saw me. He shouted my name. Didn't he say he didn't want to mention my name, so why do it now? I slammed the door and made my way home. I didn't understand why he felt that way, but it hurts. - "Hyung," Minhyuk said, with eyes widened. "Was she there the whole time? Do you think she heard?" "Well, duh, pabo." Eunkwang said, slapping the back of Minhyuk's head. "She's been here for 8 hours, just waiting for you." - I stormed out of there. I felt so stupid and betrayed. It was my best friend who said those harsh words and even though I've been walking around for the past hour just to clear my head, it felt like a fresh wound. As I neared my apartment, I saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance. He was holding his phone and frantically walking around. I stopped in my tracks and turned around. I tried to carefully walk away unnoticed, but I failed. "(Y/N)!" He shouted, trying to get near me. "Please stop. Just listen to what I have to say," "I've heard enough Minhyuk." I snapped, pain slashing through my heart. "I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I don't want to see you right now." "Please," he pleaded. "Jebal, just listen." I couldn't move from my spot. I wanted to walk away, cry and just be by myself. This is not going to be worth it. I nodded, looking at the floor. I only wanted to listen to his explaination, but he did the unthinkable. He kissed me. My breathe hitched when his lips touched mine. My eyes shut at the motion and my heart fluttered. I felt my legs weakened and my knees buckled. Minhyuk realized this, and held onto my waist. I gripped on his shirt, like it was the last thing that was keeping me from falling. I don't know what was happening but I didn't want it to stop. As much as I didn't want the moment to end, Minhyuk cut us off. I was panting from the kiss and he did the same. I placed my hand on my lips, trying to process what had happened. I never knew such a feeling existed, and I would be able to feel that kind of bliss. "W-What was that?" I stuttered, still in the arms of Minhyuk. "The reason why I was avoiding you because I felt something about you." He explained, "I'm your best friend, and you are mine. I didn't think it was a good idea that I had feelings for the one person I trust the most. I thought that by avoiding you, I'd be able to get over it. But I missed you even more, it made me want you in my arms even more. I'm sorry you had to find out his way. I love you (Y/N)." A few tears fell from my eyes. It wasn't like the tears from earlier today, it was happy tears. "I'm glad you feel like that, Minhyuk." I smiled, holding onto him. "Because the feeling's mutual." Ilhoon: Ilhoon and I have been together for a solid four weeks. It's really refreshing to be in a relationship with him. He's such a fun guy and laid back. I love it when he raps. I love how he sounds and how it makes me feel when I listen to them. I've memorized most of his raps, so I can rap along when I listen to it. Ilhoon didn't know that I could rap or that I loved his raps. When the boys were over in my apartment and just hanging, Hyunsik asked if he could use my speaker to play some tunes. Of course, I agreed. Everyone was singing along to whatever Hyunsik but I really wanted to sing one song in particular. I went over to where Hyunsik was and whispered in his ear. I requested for him to play "Killing Me" by them. He had his signiture eye smile. I may have to him it was my favorite song before asking him to play it. The first few beats played and everyone recognized it. Eunkwang's part ended and I started rapping: - 잘 지내고 있지 혹시 괜한 걱정인지 jal jinaego itjji hokssi gwaenhan geokjjeonginji 세상과 단절 된 느낌 온 마음이 병들고 지친 sesanggwa danjeol doen neukkim on ma-eumi byeongdeulgo jichin 난 아직 그때 그대로야 네가 좋아하던 향수 nan ajik geuttae geudaeroya nega joahadeon hyangsu 언제쯤 사라질까 너의 품을 향한 지독한 향수 eonjejjeum sarajilkka neoui pumeul hyanghan jidokan hyangsu - Everyone started at me and my boyfriend's mouth was ajar. "Wow, (Y/N)," Changsub said, popping chips into his mouth. "Jagiya," he said, slightly flustered. "I didn't know you could do that." He stood up from his seat and went over to me. He hugged me and burried his head onto my shoulder. "That was so good, jagi." He complimented me. "Why didn't you do that before?" "I just wanted you to know how much I adore your raps and I wanted to tell you how much I love it when you rap." "And I want you to know that I love you." He said, I turned pink and he planted a kiss onto my lips. It wasn't long because the boys were around but it was still special. Ilhoon smiled once more and kissed me again, this time longer. Earning groans from the other members and earning laughter from me and Ilhoon. Changsub: My boyfriend is currently performing "Playing With Fire" with the rap line of BTOB. They were wearing skirts and wigs. I can't lie, they looked really hot. It was a rock-ish performance and I really enjoyed it. Especially, Changsub's part. It was so daebak. When Changsub returned backstage, I couldn't keep my excitement hidden. "Oh my god, babe," I exclaimed. "That was such a hot performance. Literally on fire." "Thanks babe," he said, giving a peck on my lips. "Glad you liked it." I was shocked by the action. Changsub has never done that before. In shock, I held my hand onto my lips, trying to keep that feeling linger. When Changsub realized I stopped talking, he made sure I was okay. "Yah, are you okay?" He saw where my hand was place and realized what he has done. "Omo," he said, suddenly standing from his seat. "What's wrong? Shouldn't I have done that?" I shook my head and removed my hand from my lips and put them around Changsub's neck. I had a sudden burst of confidence and I kissed him. It was pure bliss and I couldn't imagine what happened. "(Y/N), I should wear this look often." He said, pointing to the skirt and short head. - Warning: Not proof read! Sorry it took so long :( I still haven't had any access to a computer 😭 -

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Famous Last Words

“I can't fucking believe you! What the fuck is wrong with you?! What were you thinking?!” Billy hissed for what must have been the hundredth time within the past 5 minutes of getting away from the horde of Walkers outside  .

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Rating: M (swearing, blood, violence, character death)

Pairing: Goodnight Robicheaux/Billy Rocks (Magnificent Seven)

Notes: TWD!/Apocalypse! setting (pretty much The Walking Dead back in the late 1800′s with The 7) Angst, one-shot

* I’ve never been more scared posting a story but I want to get it out. It’s finally done, albeit a bit hasty of an ending. This was originally inspired by 2NE1′s song “Goodbye”, but how it got here exactly, I’m not sure. But I really do  hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Hopefully I’ll come back and fix it up but....for now; voila~ *

“I can't fucking believe you! What the fuck is wrong with you?! What were you thinking?!” Billy hissed for what must have been the hundredth time within the past 5 minutes of getting away from the horde of Walkers outside.

Since getting to safety, they had gone through three bandages and reaching for new ones to hold against the gaping wounds. Billy knew there was no point, the bites had began to clot minutes ago. But Goody had already lost so much blood and it looked so bad; it just needed to be covered at least.

“Of all the time to grow balls, you pick now!!” he said through grit teeth and teary eyes.

If it wasn't the damned truth, it may have been funny.

“You k-know me, C-Cher,” Goodnight said with a poor excuse of a wink, his breathing finally evening out a bit from his coughing, “Always h-had a flair for...for the dra-dramatic.”

“Shut up! Shut up!” he spat without any real venom. “Don't even try to be fucking cute!”

Goodnight sighed softly with a small, sad smile. He could faintly hear the gunfire still going strong from the other side of the safe house, formerly the Montgomery family farm.

If this literally wasn't killing him, he would have made a crack about the irony of the situation; he survived the war, survived Rose Creek and the owl, only to run right into a raven and the living dead.

He brought his arm up and let his fingers trail through Billy's tangled and distressed hair.

Neither one of them said anything about the blood that was caking his hands.

“Billy...” he said, “Billy... Cher, please... Look at me. Please?”

Billy met Goody's eyes and felt his heart begin to shatter. Those bright blue eyes that held so much life, so much mischief, so much laughter, so much love were starting to fade.

Whether it was the blood loss or the virus, he didn't know. He didn't care. They were fading. Goody was fading.

“Oh, God...” he choked out. “Please...please,” he begged as he let his head fall again. “I-I don't know what to...what to do, Goody! W-What do...do I do?!”

“H-Hey now,” Goody started, his hand weakly rubbing Billy's arm, “Gwae-Gwaenchanha...” A hoarse chuckle left him when Billy froze. “Finally got it right, huh?” He hummed soft but proud at Billy's resigned nod.

The usual collected and calm assassin leaned forward, resting his forehead against Goodnight's, ignoring the heat of the fever as tears ran streaks down his cheeks. “G-Goody. Please, pl-please... I don't...” He shook his head, his shoulders trembling. “D-Don't... Don't, p-please--” His eyes widened in pure horror as he watched Goody's body lurch forward, hands flying to his mouth in a attempt to cover the violent coughing fit.

More blood joined what was already on the floor.

“Oh, n-no... No, no, no, p-please,” Billy panicked, looking around for something, anything to help. He had never felt more useless.

Goody barely caught his breath as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, heart sinking as he looked back at Billy. And oh, he was sure if this damned infection didn't kill him, the utter fear and pain in Billy's eyes most certainly would.

Never in all the years and all that they have been through has Billy ever looked so wrecked, so distraught, so scared, so lost...

Paying no mind to his own needs, Goody reached out and lovingly thumbed away the man's tears.  “Billy...”

Billy placed his hand over Goody's and nestled into his palm, sobs wracking his body.

With a tired but true smile, Goody placed his hand on Billy's shoulder with a small squeeze before pulling him against him.

They sat there for a moment in silence; holding on to each other like vice grips as the dam finally broke.

“I-I love you,” Goody choked out, burying his face in the curve of his neck. “I l-love you. Christ, d-do I love you. You have no i-idea how much...” He pulled away to look back at Billy. To really look at him. To memorize his face; the high contour of his cheekbones, the small dip in his cupid's bow to his strong jawline. Goody reached up and tucked that one piece of hair that never seemed to stay in place, back behind his ear, “The best... T-The best thing I-I've ever done in this life...was p-pickin' up your warrant and goin' after you...” he told him proudly. “You...y-you have made me the...the h-happiest man in the w-world.” Goody thumbed underneath Billy's eye gently, “You go o-on. You go on a-and you beat this wo-world. You don't let anyone take ad-advantage of your kindness, you hear me? Because you a-are so kind, Billy. Kinder th-than anyone I've ever met. You h-hold on and you protect th-that kindness... Because there's so little o-of that nowadays...”

Billy sat and he watched and he listened. He watched the color drain from Goody's face with each passing moment. He listened to the labored breathing picking up with every word that left Goodnight. Taking his hand, he laced their fingers together as he thought about telling Goody to stop talking, to save his breath.

It was pointless because really, when did Goody ever stop talking? Even if it was for his own good. He always filled the silence.

That was when it hit him. He realized that this was the last time he'd ever hear Goodnight's voice. The last time he would hear the voice that was as warm and comforting like the campfires they made on the road. The last time he would hear the voice that could hold the most elegant melodies, that could recite the most beautiful poetry and spin the most ridiculous tales. This was the last time he would hear his name said like it was the most important prayer in the world.

“Billy...”

“Don't...” he said it so soft he wasn't sure Goody even heard him.

Of course, as always, Goody heard him. “Billy...”

“D-Don't go... Don't do th-this...” Billy shook his head as he spoke, his voice cracking. Broken. Begging. Desperate. Questioning. “W-What... What am I...g-going do...?”

Goody simply smiled at him; that same crooked smile that Billy fell in love with all those years back. With a sluggish tug, he pulled Billy back against him.

He let himself collapse into Goody, holding onto his shirt so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“You'll be fine. Y-You will be...be okay,” Goody said softly into Billy's hair, placing a light kiss above his temple. “Y-You're so strong... So b-brave...”

Billy held his breath as he listened to Goody's words slur and trail off. Pulling away slowly, he exhaled and rested his forehead against Goody's. He let himself take in every single detail of the face of the man he loved. Holding his face in his hands as steady as he could, he covered his face in the softest of kisses. “I-I love you, Goody...” he whispered, pressing his lips to the curving ones under his. “I l-love you... I love you so much.”

Goody hummed oh so quietly, his lips twitching up into a smile. He let his head lean against the wall behind them and tightened his hold as best as he could around Billy's waist, his thumb rubbing small circles on his side. “S'a l-lovely...lovely night, ain't it? ” he asked lazily, looking up and through the large window above the dismantled hay loft.

“Y-Yeah...”

And it was beautiful. And Billy hated it.

How dare this perfect painted, starred night sky be Goodnight's last? How dare?!

“Sit...s-sit back with me, cher?”

Billy swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He shifted ever so slightly, turning around in Goody's grasp before resting his head on his shoulder.

Goodnight kissed the top of his head and nuzzled into his hair. “Hey,” his breath hitched as he gave a content sigh,“You got a--”

Before he could finish, Billy was already lighting one of their special rolled cigarettes.

Goody smiled and gave a small nod of thanks while Billy held the cigarette up to his lips. He closed his eyes as he took a long drag.

Billy kept his eyes on Goody; watching as sweat rolled down from his forehead, making clean streaks in the dirt and blood that caked his face. He looked down and saw Goody's fingers skittering and twitching towards his own.  Lightly, he placed his hand over his and gave it a small squeeze.

“B-B... Billy,” Goody started, his voice weaker than ever.

Hands shaking, Billy reached over and wiped away the blood that was starting to bubble from his lips.

Slowly, Goody brought his head up and smiled, the cigarette dropping into the pool of blood that never seemed to plan on stopping.

Billy's heart and breathing were too loud to hear the others rushing in, calling for him and Goodnight and the gasps when they were found. “G-Goody...” he said in a hushed, broken whisper.

His tired, dull eyes scanned every one of Billy's features. He ever so slowly brought his hand up and brushed back that stubborn strand of black hair. “M-My... My won-wonderful Billy...” His hand started to slip.

“S-Sam?!” Billy's eyes shot open and he whipped his head towards the other, eyes blown wide in panic as he met the bounty hunter's own, “Sam! Do... Do something! Please!” He looked to each one of the group.

“Mr. Rocks---” Teddy hesitantly began, taking a step forward before Emma held a hand up.

Her eyes were as red as her hair, “---He knows, Teddy.”

No one could bring themselves to move towards the duo.

“Jebal! Jebal!” Billy's fear was wrapped so tightly around him, he didn't even realize his slip back in to his native tongue. “Gaji ma! G-Gaji ma...”  Firmly, he grabbed hold of Goody's weakening grasp. “Goody? Goo-”

Sam crouched down, his head in his hands after throwing his hat.

With the little strength he head left, the Cajun lifted his head.

“Oh... Fuckin' Christ,” Faraday muttered with an uneasy, unusual shaky voice as he saw Goodnight's usually bright and sparkling blue eyes now sunken in, a sickly pale blue.

They only saw Billy. “C-Cher,” he wheezed.

“Dios Mio,” Vasquez said sadly, making the sign of the cross, kissing the medallion around his neck while Horne muttered prayers besides him.

Red hissed something in Comanche, his chest trembling with his heavy breaths, emotion strong even from him.

“Thank y-you,” Goody said. “Th-thank you for...f-for bringing out the...t-the very be-best of me...”

Billy buried his face in the crook of Goodnight's neck. His body shook more and more with each breath. “Oh, G-God... Oh, God, oh, God...”

“M-My sw...sweet, sw-sweet, beaut-beautiful B-B...Billy,” Good smiled warmly. His death rattle grew faint. “My... L-Love... My ev-everythi...” Goodnight's voice trailed off and his body began to convulse violently.

“Goody? G-Goody?!” Billy cried out, looking down at the jerking body in his arms. “No, no, no, no! Oh fuck, no! Goody, please! Goody, please don't leave me!! Come on! Come on, please!! Stay with me!!” he begged, his cries getting louder. “Please!! Please!!!”

Goody gave one final exhale, his grip on Billy's hand went slack and fell and his body went limp.

Billy's entire world came crashing down around him. “G...Goody? Goodnight... Sam?” he looked over to their leader who was wiping his eyes, shaking his head.

“I'm... I'm sorry, Billy. I am... I a-am so sorry.”

Billy shook his head and looked back down at Goody lying motionless in his arms; pale, bloody, eyes dull and glazed.

They looked at nothing. They saw nothing.

The screams of every war and battle they had been in could not compare to the heart-wrenching sobs that left the assassin as he pulled Goody's lifeless body to his chest; his wails full of nothing but pure sorrow as he held him, cradling his head as he rocked back and forth. “Oh, no. Oh... Oh, G-God, Goodnight,” he cried, burying his face in those salt and peppered locks. “I love you, I love you... I'm s-so sorry... I'm sorry. I-I love you, I love you...” he repeated, running his finger through his hair tenderly.

The group stayed quiet. They let the sounds of Billy's anguish fill room.

“Sam,” Faraday started quietly, eyes red from his tears. He approached the man in black, head down. “It... It's been almost over an hour...”

“Guero,” Vasquez hissed at the gambler from his place in the corner.

Faraday turned to him, “It... It's not like we have a choice here, Vas. It--” he paused, “--he's going to come back and...and...” He scrubbed a hand over his face, looking back over at Billy who was still holding tightly onto Goody, brushing hair from his face. “I don't... I don't like bein' the one to say it...but...”

“No. Joshua's right,” Sam said, patting the younger man on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to his broken friend. “Billy?” he asked, crouching down by him, “Billy, listen... I know this is hard but---”

Before Sam could blink or even finish that sentence, he had a hairpin at his jugular. The bounty hunter barely flinched.

“You touch him,” he began; his voice low, dangerous and deadly, not even looking at the other man as he spoke, “You'll be dead before you hit the ground.”

“Billy!” someone, Josh, maybe Teddy, called out.

“NO!” Billy screamed, his teeth bared.

Sam's eyes traveled to Goody. He saw his finger twitch and by the reaction from Billy, the man had felt it. He put his hands up and nodded. “Yeah, yeah... I understand,” he stood up and headed  to the door, motioning the others to follow him. “When you're...you're ready...” he said, closing the door behind them.

Billy squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Goodnight shift in his arms. He looked down and saw clouded, pale eyes staring back at him. Unable to help himself, he swallowed hard, “Goody...?” he asked.

Goodnight's cold hands reached up and grabbed hold of Billy's shirt. He opened his mouth and a low, breathless groan was all that came out as he pulled Billy to him.

Hands shaking, Billy took his hair pin again. “I'm so sorry, Goody... Forgive me...” He took a deep breath and looked Goody in his eyes. “I-I love you...”

Goody gave a feral growl and gnashed his teeth. His body lurched and sprung up with a sudden burst of speed.

There was a barely a sound except for the sickening crack of a skull being punctured. Goodnight fell forwards on to Billy. He never moved again.

Once freed from the back of Goody's head, Billy let his bloodied hairpin fall to the ground with the softest clang. He wrapped himself around the lifeless form of his love; his breathing shuddering and deep. Pulling Goodnight up onto his lap as he sat up, he held the other close.  He buried his face in the crook of Goody's neck and he broke down.

“Oh, Goody...”

-- - - 

Gwaenchana: It’s okay.

Jebal: Please

Gaji ma: Don’t go

2NE1′s “Goodbye”

[oh-beyond]

Idol’s life - ❤ A Valentine’s Day Special ❤

Chen was so stressed and busy, schedules on a daily basis, no joy, no rest, no nothing, SM getting into his private life way too much, overwhelmed, doesn’t have a moment to even breath, he was done… but meeting this foreigner unexpectedly will make his days more manageable.

Fluff but it’s Chen so he always tries to add a bit of spice to everything because… it’s this cheeky person he is.

Chen (Canon) x Reader

Fluff/Hinty smutty not too much, just the right amount ^_~

Masterlist

< Epilogue Part 2 - Mid-Term Break Special >

“My coat, my precious coat” you were about to hug him but… “wait why are your legs bare? Your chest is showing, where are your pants and shirt? OMG ARE YOU NAKED UNDERNEATH MY COAT?”

“Baby~~~” he said before attacking your neck making you gasp for air, the coat opened and your hands wrapped around him under the coat, he was warm and soft… and naked…

“보고싶었어 자기, 너무 사랑해, 사랑한다고 - bogosipeosseo jagi, neomu saranghae, saranghandago - I missed you jagi, I love you so much, I LOVE YOU.”

“나도 사랑해요 오빠, 우리 오빠 - nado saranghaeyo oppa, uri oppa - I love you too oppa, my oppa.”

“All I had was your coat all this time, your smell was fading away from it.”

“That’s because your smell is nicer oppa.”

“Yeah, however I think I had enough of this coat tho” he strated shaking his shoulders to slip it off him.

“Wait!” you panicked “but then you are…”

“Yes I am, and so you will.”

“Oppa~~~ why so sudden?”

“Sudden? Are you kidding me!?” his high pitch voice coming to life as he detached himself from your neck “it’s been months! Months apart! Not counting the 6 months prior when you were in Seoul, this is like the world record, my heart will explode if nothing else!” he sighed stepping away “unless you don’t really love me.”

“No oppa how can you say that? Cuddle with me.”

“What am I going to get out of this cuddle session?”

“Oppa~~~ come here, don’t make me run after you.”

“I’ll cuddle with you, but Bagheera is going away.”

Before you had the chance to even ad anything the coat was off, you were thankful/disappointed when you saw he was wearing a pair of grey boxers, you gulped in relief but your eyes shamelessly looked (his balls WERE HUGE, how was this even possible?) mystery of nature, slowly your eyes landed on his chest’s beauty spots, he smirked like never before.

“Let them cuddle too, I bet you they miss each other” he came closer pulling your top down finding them as he cuddled with you.

“You kept the jade teardrop but you returned everything else, how can you be so cruel and claim you love me?”

“I couldn’t have your things around, too painful, I knew we couldn’t be something to each other, it was burdensome.”

“Well we are and will be, everyone knows, even higher management, after all his time, they trust you and they do not oppose to this, better than me talking to a polar bear coat, they are happy that I am in love with you and not the coat.”

“Oppa~~~ you are so silly.”

“You are my cuddle buddy, my woman, my other half, my lover too.”

“A couple? Boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“너는 제 여자 친구, 내 사랑, 원해, 필요해 - neoneun je yeoja chingu, nae sarang, weonhae, pilyohae - You are my girlfriend, my love, I want you, I need you.”

“I need you girl, na na na, pilyohae, like the BTS song right? I’m getting good in Korean” you teased back after this amazing confession.

“야~~~ 왜 그래? 방탄소년단??? 진짜? - ya~~~ wae geurae? Bangtansonyeondan??? Jinjja?- Yah why is it? (as in why are you being like this) BTS??? Really?”

“I’m messing with you, I just love when you whine, I understood the rest too oppa” you winked at him soothing him immediately.

He looked down at your chest his expression extremely satisfied watching how the moles touched, but...

“Take it off.”

“What?”

“The top take it off” he pulled it down.

“Oppa~~~ wait don’t don’t rip it, don’t... and... thanks for ripping it.”

“I’ll show you how cuddles are given with no obstacles.”

“I thought you liked my black lacy top, now it’s all ruined.”

“I love it baby, but I love more what’s underneath” he pushed you to the bed falling atop of you.

“Op-pa~~~”

“Let me touch you, everything” he cupped your breasts squeezing lightly “I want to feel you baby I am so deprived.”

At that you pulled your pants down and let him watch you as you did it, there was no point in going slow, you wanted him as much or even more. You pulled your panties down and spread your legs letting him see you bare. His eye widened and pulled his own boxers in an erratic manner nestling himself between your legs.

“Finally you will be mine” he growled in your ear.

Your phone rang and it was already bright outside and the realisation...

“Don’t move just stay here.”

“I need to answer it oppa, OMG I have like 17 missed calls.”

“We are too tired to take calls, I probably have double those 17 calls, just cuddle back it’s cold.”

“Hi, before you say anything I can explain” you answered the phone.

“Don’t explain your parents are worried sick, what are you doing? No you better don’t tell me, like wouldn’t be nice if your mom actually decided on calling the police on your big star” said your best friend from the other side of the line.

“baby~~~”

“Alright I think you are busy just call your parents, and update them...”

“Get up oppa?”

“You are so mean, you use me and you throw me aside."

“So whiny, you are so cute, and you are older than me? I feel more like your noona, you are a tiny fluffy cute little boy.”

“Noona? Me likey, noonas are the best, let’s noona/little boy role play” he said wriggling his eyebrows making you lose your shit again.

“No more noonas for you Kim Jongdae, ever or I’ll kick you pretty round ass, now let me go shower, come on get up, I need to show you around.”

“I just want to see around you, I haven’t memorised the look of your skin, let me see, come here.”

You gathered the sheet and run to the bathroom locking yourself before he could enter.

“자기~~~ 아 왜? 야 야 자기, 제발~~~ - Jagi~~~ ah awe? Yah yah, jagi, jebal - Jagi~~~ why? Yah yah, jagi, please.”

You ignored and went under the super amazing double door marble shower, replaying the events of last night, you giggled to yourself resting your forehead in the cold marble wall.

“But haven’t I told you that because we are so many sharing the bathrooms at the dorms I learned to trick any lock to get inside?” Jongdae’s voice in your ear spinning you around landing on his chest arms wrapped around you.

“Oppa~~~”

“I need to change the thought of how shared showers are, very unpleasant when Chanyeol walks on me showering.”

“What do you want? Let me-”

“No let me” he said taking the sponge lathering your shoulders stopping for a moment his hand at your neck bringing you closer into a very tender lazy kiss.

“This is what it’s all about, I can’t wait to do this forever baby.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed.