#she started off with “im not a clean freak” then proceeded to go off about how dirty the kitchen was. why?

[jupitercl0uds]

my parents were gone for <1 hour and my auntie already managed to make me overwhelmed

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part four] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

The investigation continues, even if things aren't moving as smoothly as one would like. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,073 words

note: SMUT Like... this was an excuse to write smut with both of them okay, and totally i forgot to tag those who are on my taglist for the previous part and im so sorry lol but please enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

Days have gone by and the investigation is still underway, but things weren't looking too great. There was still no confirmed DNA evidence, no weapon, not even a witness. Nothing to aid in the apprehension of Taichi's murderer.

"If only Ranpo were here," Atsushi sighed deeply, the snack loving detective out on another case that had popped up. "He would have solved this in a heartbeat."

I laughed softly, wringing my hands nervously. "It's too bad he isn't here," I said, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of me. "Surely it would make things easier for us..."

"But that'll just be boring!" Dazai exclaimed from his desk, leaning against Atsushi who just pushed him off.

"This isn't for your entertainment, Dazai! The killer could have fled the country by now," Kunikida argued, crossing his arms over his chest. "For now, we just have to stay focused and not waste time.

I nodded, slumping back in my chair and fiddling with my pen. "What the hell are we missing..."

We didn't dwell on it for much longer, since the shift ended. I sighed in relief, looking forward to just going home, eating dinner, and going to bed. The case was draining, the dead ends we kept running into just sending us back to square one. Now all I wanted was to rest for the night.

But of course, with a certain suicidal maniac, that was not happening.

"Isn't this cheating..." I gasped out softly, Dazai pressing his naked body against me from behind, his hard dick against my ass and his mouth on my neck.

"Maybe..." Dazai hummed, reaching around to grab my breasts, the soap in his hands making my skin slippery. "But there's no such thing as cheating in a fight."

I gasped sharply when Dazai pinched my nipples, eyes fluttering closed. "This isn't even a fight... you're the weirdo that wanted to turn this investigation into a game."

Leave it to Dazai to basically latch himself onto me as I made my way home. We ordered delivery, eating together on my couch and deciding to watch a movie. Before I knew it, we were making out on my couch, soon enough making our way to the shower.

The water was hot, steaming up the bathroom. Our wet hair stuck to our skin, Dazai holding onto my hips tightly as he fucked me from behind. He bit his lip in concentration, relishing in the sound of my cries echoing in the small room.

"Fuck... Osamu, you feel so good," I cried out, hands slipping on the tiled walls, trying to grab for something. Dazai just pressed his chest against my back, keeping up his rough pace as he chuckled in my ear.

"Do you like that?" "Yes!" "Of course you do, dirty little girl." Dazai reached around and grabbed my face, stuffing two fingers into my mouth. That had my eyes rolling back as I weakly sucked on his fingers, his other hand working on my clit. That finally sent me over the edge as I screamed around his fingers, body shaking as I reached my peak.

Dazai fucked me through my orgasm, ignoring my whines from the overstimulation until he quickly pulled his cock out, pumping himself a few more times before he hit his own orgasm, cumming right on my ass.

"Fuck, bella. You're so beautiful," he gasped, kissing me deeply while pulling us under the hot water.

We barely made it out of the bathroom before going at it again, Dazai fucking me against the wall in the hallway, one of my legs hooked around him while he wrapped a hand around my neck. His breath was hot against my neck, coming out in breathless pants while he continued to rail me.

"Incredible," he whispered in my ear, his hand still around my neck, keeping me in place. "And so pliable... you'll always be putty in my hands."

"Mmm!" I moaned almost pathetically. "Yes..."

"You're my pretty little subordinate?"

"Yes!"

Soon, we finally made it to my bed, where Dazai proceeded to make me ride him like my life depended on it. I was left shaking, the two of us very satisfied.

"So much for a quiet evening," I huffed a while later, the two of us finally getting clean before burying ourselves under my covers. "You are one horny bastard, Dazai."

"Says the equally horny bitch," Dazai retorted and I laughed, turning and pressing my face against the side of his neck.

It went silent, and thankfully it was a comfortable silence where we just lied there, holding onto each other. I sigh contently, fingers lazily trailing up and down his chest while I can feel the bandages on his arms against my skin.

"Dazai?"

"Hm."

"You know..." I started carefully, keeping my face pressed against him. "If you ever need to like... talk... when you're feeling... bad... I'm here for you." I bit my lip, hoping I wasn't overstepping. "I'm here. Even if it's just to listen..."

Dazai didn't say anything, and I was too freaked out to look at him. Though, after a moment, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head, giving me a nice squeeze.

"You are very kind, bella."

I frowned, cuddling up more against him. I blinked when he shifted, looking at him questionably as he set me down on the bed before he started to get up. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom," he grinned back at me. "I won't be long, bella. Don't miss me too much!"

I just scoffed and rolled my eyes, watching Dazai leave the bedroom before staring up at the ceiling. I waited, frown on my face growing deeper as the minutes went by, teeth chewing on my bottom lip nervously.

"Sorry, I went to get some water," Dazai then returned, quickly climbing into bed beside me. Immediately his arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight. "Let's go to sleep."

I smiled up at him, softly pressing a kiss to his lips before I settled against him, closing my eyes. "Goodnight."

Dazai watched me for a second, his lips curling up in an amused, knowing smile. "Goodnight, bella..."

"Ah... this is nerve-wracking..." Keiko mumbled softly, clinging onto my hand as we stepped up to the very familiar tall building. I gulped, nervous since the building was overrun with members of the Port Mafia.

It was the day after that night I spent with Dazai, and instead of being at work, I had received a call from an unknown number. That had turned out to be Chuuya, who ordered me to find Keiko and bring both of our asses to meet him in his office.

Chuuya wasn't just a member of the Port Mafia, but he was an executive, and he held great power. It was almost scary, especially as Keiko and I rode up the escalator to the right floor.

"I wonder what he wants..." Keiko says nervously, biting her lip as we approached the office. We finally made it and I knocked on it five times.

"Come in."

I gulped and we walked inside. Chuuya sat in his desk, and if I wasn't so nervous, I would have been drooling at how fucking fine he looked, sitting with his feet propped on the desk. He gestured to the chairs before his desk lazily. "Sit."

He mostly wanted to talk to Keiko, seeing as she was Taichi's boyfriend and to make sure she didn't tell too much info to the police or "those bastards at the ADA", as he said while shooting me a dirty look. I returned it.

"Of course not," Keiko said softly. "And I wanted to thank you for paying for his funeral. That was nice of you."

Chuuya waved her off. "It wasn't a problem. He was one of my best men." Keiko clenched her fists tightly in her lap as he said that.

"Did you find out anything? We're not having too much luck either," I spoke up, thoughtful look on my face. "Like how can you not find DNA when he was selling the drugs there? There had to have been other people." I looked over at Keiko, missing how Chuuya's eyes went wide before he narrowed them at me.

"It's pissing me off how hard this is," he said rather stiffly, still watching me. "At the end of the day, this might just end up closing as a cold case... but like hell will I forget this." Chuuya clenched his fists, a look of anger and determination on his face. "But we are done here. Well, I'm done with you, Keiko. I still need to speak with her." He was looking right at me.

Keiko gave me a knowing look and a wink and I just playfully shoved her towards the door. "I'll see you later, okay?" I said and she nodded before walking out. Turning back to Chuuya, I watched him get up from his desk. "So what else did you wanna talk about?" I asked, tilting my head as Chuuya walked around the desk and towards me, not answering.

"Um? Hel-mmph!"

Chuuya gripped the back of my neck, pulling me in for a deep, breathtaking kiss. I cupped his face, kissing him back just as deeply. He turned us around so as he walked me backwards with his lips still on mine, I bumped right against his desk, which he sat me on.

"You came in here in this sexy ass dress and expect me not to fuck you?" Chuuya growled, kissing down my neck as his hands moved up my dress. He smirked as he massaged my thighs, quickly finding my knife and removing it. "This is a beautiful knife," he hummed, inspecting it. I smiled softly, weakly reaching to grab it but Chuuya just flicked it, the blade neatly embedding itself right on his desk. "You take great care of it."

"Well, that was my first knife..." I said softly, desperately wanting my knife back, but that went out the window once Chuuya kissed me again.

My legs soon found themselves wrapped around Chuuya's hips. His pants were pushed down just enough to free his cock, my panties pushed to the side as he fucked me right on top of his desk.

"Fuck, dollface, you're even better than I fucking remembered," Chuuya hissed, pushing me on my back, on top of his messy papers. He tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, squeezing his gloved fingers into my flesh as I could only moan and whine in pleasure, his thrusts hitting hard and deep inside me, I was seeing stars.

"S-so much for... only one time, huh," I managed to choke out, my head tossing back as Chuuya hit that one spot. "Oh, fuck!"

"Yeah, shut up and take this cock," Chuuya hissed. His thumb pressed against my clit, and that was enough to have me squeezing him tight as I hit my orgasm, legs shaking and loud cries leaving my mouth.

That got him going and soon, Chuuya was pulling out and I was on my knees, fisting his cock and letting Chuuya cum in my mouth. Chuuya petted my hair, a blissed out look on his face. "Good girl. Now, bend yourself over the desk."

With shaking knees, I got myself up and bent over Chuuya's desk like he ordered, displayed all nice and pretty for him. I looked back over my shoulder, shuddering at how he looked at me, blue eyes full of hunger as he bit on his lower lip. His leather clad hands started to squeeze my ass, moving one hand up until he's pressing on the middle of my back, guiding his cock against my entrance with his other hand.

We borh groaned in pleasure as he started pushing himself in, Chuuya tossing his head back with a hiss. "Fuck, I'll never get tired of this." He starts thrusting his hips, moaning again at the feel of my walls around him. "Fuck, fuck..."

"It's all yours..." I could only babble out, the feel of him stretching me nice and good frying my brain. "Chuuya, please, oh my God..."

After two more soul shattering orgasms, I was finally allowed to leave... if I even could. There was a smug grin on Chuuya's face as he just stared at me. I sat in the chair across from him, the two of us dressed, but he looked like a damn model while I looked like I had a run in with the giant industrial fans they had in elementary school cafeterias during the warmer days.

"Get that dumb look off your face," I whined. "It's not fair. I looked like I got attacked."

Chuuya snickered. "I mean... that's not so far off."

I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, you and Dazai are so unbelievably horny, it's sad."

Chuuya growled. "First off, don't talk about him around me. And second, who was the one begging to titfuck my cock?"

I scoffed, face hot and I turned my nose up at him. "Shut up."

"Just go home."

"Fine. You guys are still cheaters anyway," I said before standing up. I walked over to him, leaning over his desk and I was happy when he met me halfway and gave me a kiss. "Call me again. Maybe when there isn't a weird investigation going on."

Chuuya rolled his eyes, shooing me away. "Just go."

I giggled softly before turning and walking out of the office. Chuuya sighed deeply, opening one of his desk drawers. He stared at the object inside of it for a moment, sighing again before grabbing his pack of cigarettes, taking one and lighting it up before taking a long drag.

-End

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[ssamie]

epilogue. “your girlfriend’s kinda hot”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and suggestive themes + dirty jokes

masterlist.          suicide freak!

"hey uh, welcome to my stream i guess" he said as he spared the camera a quick glance "im not really playing tonight because an incident has recently occurred in this household" kenma said with a tired sigh 

nobody else knew it, but the said 'incident' was y/n accidentally setting half of their living room on fire 

the reason? apparently, she wanted to try burning herself to death in the furnace. obviously, it didn't work. and all that's left from that is more shit for kenma to clean up and a trip to yosano-san. 

kenma is stressed. and y/n is still alive. both of them are facing problems. 

"can you please wear a maid outfit- no."

kenma shook his head as he continued playing, glancing at the chat once in a while to read the veiwers' questions and comments

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user: how about cat ears?! 

user: ^^ cATBOY CATBOY CATBOY 

user: u suck at this game wtf

kuroo.tetsu: hey kenma ;) 

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"first of all, i do not suck at minecraft thank you very much" kenma scoffed 

"second of all, go away kuroo. im still mad at you" 

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user: LMFAOOO kuroo what did u do?? 💀💀

user: he probably broke kenma's pc 

user: PLSS he's the one kenma’s throwing shade at on twitter 

kuroo.tetsu: STOP THE SLANDER 😔✋🏼

user: rooster head lookin ass 

user: ^^ NOT THE HAIR 

kuroo.testsu: 😃😃

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kenma sighed as he continued building a cute little cottage. he was currently vibing, just building y/n a cute cottage for her to probably burn later on. 

and he decided it would be nice to go on stream since his oh-so-lovely girlfriend was still out for work. 

ah yes, kenma has somehow kept y/n alive all those years. 

barely. 

hence why his phone was being bombarded with messages from her, all of which being blurry selfies. 

the photos had her sporting a huge grin while atsushi panicked in the background. 

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user: ayo, ur phone's blowing up 

user: do you have a girlfriend? 

user: KODZUKEN LET ME SUCK UR TOES 😋😋🤩

user: ^ ayo chill 😃

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kenma simply ignored them and continued on with his task. all was going well until a loud slam was heard. his cat-like eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice singing from downstairs, it was undoubtedly y/n. 

kenma chuckled nervously and muted his mic. 

but of course, cute dumb catboy didn't actually mute his mic. haha <3

he ignored all the questions in the chat, all of them being  speculations that he has a girlfriend. which he does, but they simply did not need to know that <3

"kenma~" she yelled out "i have a surprise for you!!" she said, followed by menacing giggles. 

kenma glanced at the camera before hopping off his gaming chair and peeking his head out of the door. 

"y/n, im streaming!! stay down there!" he yelled out in panic 

"aw, you're playing hard to get aren't ya?" she chuckled 

kenma deadpanned as he saw her limping up the stairs, with her bandages torn and unravelled, same with her clothes. he didn't really think much of it since this is usually how she comes home. 

its most likely just due to work and/or another suicide attempt.

"so, kenma.. you'll never know what just happened to me today" she started off with a goofy grin 

"im streaming, atleast let me turn it off first-" 

she paid no mind to him as she peeled off her ruined coat and pointed to her poorly bandaged stomach

"i got stabbed!" 

"you got what?!"

kenma furrowed his brows as he immediately rushed over to his side, cradling her face and waist as he inspected her injuries

"are you okay, kitten?" he asked worriedly 

"yep, apparently it wasnt deep enough to be fatal" she sighed dejectedly 

"please don't be sad about that." kenma groaned "can you undress?" 

"ara ara~ whats this?" she cooed "you're getting real bold, kenma" she smirked at him 

she unbuttoned her shirt and started pulling down on her skirt "but since you asked so nicely-" 

kenma simply sighed and shook his head. "i was gonna prepare you a bath but now im considering leaving you here to die" 

"but the second option would've been better though" she smiled at him 

"oh my fucking god." 

kozume kenma. (22)

╰─▸ university student, stock trader, pro-gamer, youtuber, ceo of bouncing ball lpt. 

╰─▸ y/n's struggling boyfriend. definitely needs a pay after all he's been through.

╰─▸ currently panicking because his girlfriend got stabbed.

l/n y/n. (22)

╰─▸ operative/member of the armed detective agency. 

╰─▸ kenma's girlfriend. kinda dumb, very hot to compensate for it. still hasn't died yet. 

╰─▸ currently bleeding and wounded. also hoping for severe blood loss.

"kenma, did you know" she mused in a teasing tone "lack of sleep and too much stress could possibly lead to poor memory and lack of awareness" 

kenma looked up at her with a look of confusion. he was currently kneeled down before her while she was sat on the bed as he cleaned her wound up with a damp towel. 

"why are you telling me this?" he asked 

"i just thought it probably applied to you" she snickered 

"why? i didnt forget anything-" 

he cut himself off with a huge intake of air. he slowly turned his head to look at the screen which still had his stream going on. to make it worse, the camera was on and they were both clearly in the camera's field of view. 

to make things worse worse, his mic was on the whole time and the live chat was in shambles. 

"i hate it here" he sighed 

kenma laid his head on her lap as he continued on patching her up, honestly not caring that this whole scene was being recorded for thousands or millions of people to see. 

"well, atleast the internet could finally see my beauty before i die" she laughed 

she ran her fingers through kenma's hair as he grumbled under his breath. kenma was a pretty private person. he made sure not to overshare, given his current 'influencer' status. and he was planning on keeping his relationship a secret, though it seems he can't do that anymore. 

"might as well say hi" she shrugged 

so of course, she then decided to walk up to the camera looking utterly dishevelled and roughed up. 

for context, the newly wrapped bandages around her stomach was being stained already by a crimson red hue and it was only getting worse the more she moved, undoubtedly messing up her wound. 

"hi, im kenma's girlfriend and if i see you flirting with him i will make you regret it" she grinned 

"y/n!" kenma groaned from the bed "you're close to dying right now, turn the stream off" 

ignoring him, she proceeded to read the veiwers' comments, laughing at some of them while she joked around. 

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user: heLLO?!?! 

user: GE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOOO

user: bruh, did i just hear that right? were you fuckin stabbed? 

user: ur kinda hot tho

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kenma furrowed his brows as he reluctantly walked up behind her, reading the comments with varying reactions 

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user: well damn, hot bloody girl comes in and suddenly im lesbian

user: kenma looks so done

kuroo.tetsu: hi y/n ;) 

user: HER NAME IS Y/N

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"jesus christ shut up, kuroo" kenma grumbled out with a sigh 

"yup! yup! im y/n, and no, i am not a criminal. i swear." she shook her head 

"i got an injury from my job, that's all." she cleared up 

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user: tangina nyo sana ol

user: MSKAKAKKA

user: THIS IS LOWKEY ICONIC

user: time to scratch another gamer boy off my possible bf list 😔

user: girl wtf happened to u

user: that's wack bro 🚶‍♀️

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"great question, random person from the internet!" she beamed "see, what happened was.." 

"i went on a certain mission and got severely injured. though, when i called for help nobody responded" she said 

kenma furrowed his brows at her words. "why didn't anybody respond?" he asked. she sighed and fiddled with her torn bandages, pouting her lips as she does so. 

"well, when i told them that i was finally on death's door, all they said to me was 'congratulations!' and all that.." she said "what's your take on that, hm?" she asked kenma 

"im not surprised" he said 

she grinned at his words and leaned in for a kiss. "you're so mean to me, kenma~" she whined 

she licked her lips as she held his blushing face in her hands, she nuzzled their noses as she leaned in closer to him. 

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kuroo.tetsu: oh shit 😳

user: we all know where this is heading ;) 

user: sana ol talaga punyemas 

user: AYO CHILL 

user: why we goin so fuckin fasstttt 😳

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kenma hastily turned the camera off as soon as y/n's lips touched his. 

"kitten, were still- hmph-" 

he was only silenced as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, smirking lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair 

"thanks babe." she said as she pulled away, giving him a soft peck on his cheek and a nod "anyways.." she hummed as she turned the camera on once again 

she looked through the chat while kenma slaps his face to get rid of his blush. 

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user: ur fuckin freaky 

kuroo.tetsu: oya oya 😼😼

user: MS MAAM I JUST MET U AND I LOVE U ALREADY WJABSJSJJS

user: not me blushing chiiilllleeeeee 🏃‍♀️

user: KENMA IS FLUSTERED

kuroo.tetsu: kenma, i didnt expect this from u 😼

user: im so fucking JEALOUS GRR😡

user: girl r u bleeding rn 😃

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upon reading a certain comment, she subconsciously grazed her fingers against her bandaged wound. her eyes slightly widening as she felt a concerning amount of wetness seeping through

she glanced at kenma who was still calming himself down and inspected her wound 

"oh my.." she muttered, though she couldn't help but let a smile slip through 

so like any normal person would do, she simply ignored her bleeding wound and the fact that she was getting a bit lightheaded. haha <3

"anyways, let's answer some questions!" she beamed 

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user: what's ur full name

user: what's ur job miss girl 

user: are you possibly looking for a gf, because i am more 

than willing to take the spot 🚶‍♀️

user: how did you meet?? 

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"alright, those are all very nice questions" she chuckled. kenma, who's now calmed down, sat down beside her to look at the chat. 

"first, im l/n y/n" she mused "nice to meet ya" 

"second im a detective! mhm, im cooler than your fathers" 

"third, it depends, belladonna" she cooed as she sent the camera flirty smirk "are you perhaps willing to join me in a double suicide?" 

"oh god.." kenma grumbled. he pouted at her and shook his head in disapproval. "don't flirt with random girls" he whined 

"why not?" 

"uh- because i am your beloved boyfriend, is that not good enough of a reason??" 

"... anyways, we met at a cafe way back in high school" she said with a smile "also, i asked him to join me on a double suicide" she said 

she was smiling and nodding as if it was the most normal thing in the world, all while kenma nods along 

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user: wtf are u okay 🗿

kuroo.tetsu: teenage romance 🤩

user: cute ❤️

user: im concerned ❤️

user: ur a detective?? cool

user: LMAOO I'LL GO ON A DOUBLE SEWER SLIDE 

WITH U MOMMY 😩😩😋

user: ^^ SAME 😩

user: CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BANDAGES MOMMAE 😩

user: u r still bleeding 🚶‍♀️        

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kenma was simply glaring at the chat as more compliments and flirtatious comments came flowing in, all of which were directed to his girlfriend. 

"this is why i didn't wanna let people know about you.." kenma grumbled 

"aww, why not?" she asked with a playful pout 

"people are flirting with you." he sighed "also, stop asking for my girlfriend's onlyfans! she doesn't even have one!" he snarled

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user: LMAOO CATBOY IS ANGRY 😩

user: y/n-senpai spit on me 😡😡

user: drop the onlyfans 

user: chupapi munyanyo 😩

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"anyways, i'd hate to ruin the mood" she chimed in with a sluggish giggle "but im so wet kenma" she whined out 

a menacing smirk was etched on her lips as kenma spluttered in response, a bright red hue covering his face almost instantly as he faced her with widened eyes 

"y-y/n! why would you say that?!" he whisper shouted 

"cuz i am" she whined out as she grabbed his hand and trailed it down her abdomen 

she faced the camera and gave them a shit-eating grin as kenma mumbled out incoherent words 

"y/n we should-" he cut himself off as he felt the concerning amount of blood drip down his whole arm 

kenma's face paled as he looked up to see her smiling like a kid in a candy store, completely unbothered. 

"y/n, you idiot! why didn't you tell me!" kenma exclaimed 

"um- my girlfriend is bleeding. excessively. so uh- bye i guess" it was all he said before hastily ending his stream and turning off his computer. 

"y/n, let's get you to a hospital" he said as he reached down to carry her away. though she simply slapped his hands off and closed her eyes. 

"nope. this is my time, kenma. don't ruin it for me" she said 

"you're fucking dying!!" 

"well, would you like to join me?" 

"no"

"damn." she muttered in response 

"so...wanna fuck?" she asked sheepishly 

"for the love of god-" 

this was so messy :/

[just-a-fangirl13]

Thoughts & Theories about MacGyver 5x10 [MacRiley]

HOLY SHIT! 

This episode was absolutely INSANE. Im writing out my thoughts once and for all because I need to stop thinking about everything that happened (I highly doubt I will be able to but here's to trying)

SPOILERS FOR 5x10 OFCOURSE

Straight off the bat, I was screaming *internally* and yelling at Mac when he showed the diamond to Bozer. I suspected it yesterday when we got the snippet of Murdoc saying the words DIAMOND and RING with extra emphasis..(everyone on twitter said I was jumping to conclusions.. I thought so too honestly) But damn I did NOT expect them to actually do that!

Now here's why I am not mad about it anymore. [this is my interpretation you are free to disagree]

Firstly, when Mac told Bozer he was going to propose he didnt say I’m doing it because I love Desi or I want to spend the rest of our lives together or because she’s the one (doesn't mean he doesnt care for her ofcourse)

He said “Ever since I lost my dad & Jack, I have been thinking about the bigger picture and a commitment to make things work is exactly what Desi and I need right now. A grand romantic gesture.” He wanted to propose for stability so he could finally be on the same page with her. They never really defined their relationship before and this was a way for Mac to final bring it together. A grand romantic gesture is usually something people use to win their partners back which is what Mac was trying to do I guess. It almost sounds like he has to do it so he doesn't lose her again 

(ill get to my second reason in the end)

Then ofcourse Bozer tells Riley about it so she can be prepared. Bozer is such a good friend. He is supportive of Mac AND wants to protect Riley. I love him for it! He really is doing everything to be the best friend he can to both of them. (Leannas death was so painful and I just want to hug him but thankfully Riley had that covered.)

Next we get the BIG REVEAL. The moment all of us had been waiting for. 

The moment that SHOOK Angus MacGyver and CHANGED EVERYTHING!

Rileys Feelings!

“You want me to say it out loud? Fine. Yes I had feelings for Mac. There I said it. and yeah watching him and Desi together was breaking my heart so I moved out of his house. I should have said something to him a long time ago but I didn’t and now its over. ”

I had the opposite of a HEART ATTACK! (my heart rate was through THE ROOF!)

I have to say they really really outdid themselves on this reveal. 

SIDE NOTE: If anyone comes for Riley and tries to call her a slut or a home wrecker? You will have me to deal with. Even after Murdoc played the clip of her confession she still tried to deny it and brush it off so it wouldn't complicate things for Mac and Desi. If Riley had wanted, she could have easily told Mac this to his face while he was dating Desi and then let things happen from there but she DIDNT. She kept that secret buried so deep she herself was in denial.

(also if anyone calls Mac a player or anything like that.. I will end you. He is doing his best to deal with everything that has happened to him and people keep giving him shit for it....)

Anyways, we see Mac’s expression & he is just confused and shocked and clearly not trying to think about it because it changed EVERYTHING for him. 

[Murdoc saying I THINK IM ON TEAM RILEY was a HUGE HIGHLIGHT for me! I love him so damn much!]

Desi took it really well too actually. If they keep going down this road of growth and maturity for her I think I could actually like her again. (Russ too when he apologised to Bozer) 

She didnt throw a hissy fit or say I knew it or look at Riley like she was the villain. She focused on the mission & I respect her for that.

(Riley does say, “the next thing you are going to hear on that recording-” and then gets cut off by Desi.. If this will come into play at some point later on or if it was just her trying to explain herself, remains to be seen.)

Then after the climax, we finally hear Riley say the words to Mac in real time and we get our FIRST MacRiley hug of the season! 

At this point I thought they would agree to be friends and make the friendzone thing clear BUT NOPE. (you have no idea how happy I am about it not going down like that!)

I was also a puddle on the floor. SO

“Mac look-”

“You don’t have to say anything if you dont want to. Really.”

“I want to. Last year in Germany. I realised I was starting to have feelings for you. Real feelings. I didnt want to make anything weird between you and Desi. I didnt want to mess up our work or our friendship so I decided to bury it. Until the feelings passed.”

“Emotions aren’t a science. You can’t control them.”

Gosh they are so perfect together! The way they look at each other and the HUG! OH MY GOD THE HUG! Its just perfection.

Now we also see this from Desi’s POV. Again no anger or jealousy from her. I think it was an understanding. She realised that she and Mac were never going to work.. maybe a little pain but honestly everything that went down with her and Mac was her fault too. The lack of trust and understanding was always a problem for them. Sure, things were going well but she didnt seem like she was ready for a commitment if im being honest. If Mac had proposed I think Desi would have said no.(again nothing wrong with that) 

She didnt want to label their relationship..they haven't said the words I love you to each other and I dont think they even live together. It really was way too sudden.(these are just things im assuming people define how well a relationship is going by.. I have no experience.)

Then ofcourse we have what im calling the goodbye scene. Its the break up before the break up in my opinion.

Desi tells Mac that they should pretend the last 24 hours never happened (that might actually include Mac wanting to propose but make of it what you will..) and that they should have a clean slate. But its very clear from Mac’s face and Desi sees it too that he isnt 100% onboard with it. He cant forget about it.

Which is when Desi says “Look Mac just do whatever you feel is right” and Mac looks confused.

She then gives him a goodbye kiss. 

Look if you have ever watched any show/movie before where the characters are saying goodbye to each other or breaking each others hearts...THERE IS ALWAYS A KISS ON THE CHEEK. A final farewell of sorts. 

That is what it seemed like to me. It was Desi telling Mac to do what he has to. Even if it inevitably leads to their break up.

Again real emotional maturity from Desi here!

Then we get the scene, Monica Macer (the show runner) tweeted about back in December.

Mac knocking on someones door. If im being honest? I thought it was Desi’s place and he was going to propose...

BUT it turned out to be Riley’s.

Mac clearly hasn't stopped thinking about what happened. I wouldnt either if my best friend who has put her life on the line for me and trusts me 100%, now has feelings for me? That would turn my world upside down too.

especially if I had feelings for her that I buried so deep that I never acknowledged them.

Also this is my scenario for how their first kiss goes down just FYI.. (Mac showing up at Rileys doorstep and finally confessing his feelings and kissing her *probably won't happen that way now though, but I still love it*)

Mac hesitates for a second before finally knocking on her door.

“Mac? Everything okay?”

“I can’t pretend like the last 24 hours didnt just happen. They did. So I gotta ask. Did it work?”

“Did what work?”

“Hiding your emotions and letting it pass. Did they go away?”

and I proceeded to pass out. My brain just checked out...

Now initially in all my freaking out I thought Mac was asking Riley about his feelings. If HE buried them deep enough would he still be able to move on with Desi but then I rewatched it and I realised he was asking RILEY if her feelings were still there, if there was still a possibility of something ever happening. 

She never told him its all good now! my feelings are gone and it was a long time ago. She told him she buried it but he needed to know if a future with Riley was something tangible. 

BASICALLY ANGUS MACGYVER ASKED RILEY DAVIS IF SHE WAS STILL IN LOVE WITH HIM. *I think I need to go to a hospital now*

So this was my second reason for not being annoyed about the proposal. The writers used it to show what a huge impact it would have on Mac. How much Rileys feelings would actually mean to him. the GAME CHANGER it would be.

A friend of mine said it was kinda funny and a little jarring but I liked it. (I could have done without the proposal) But I understand why they did it. They couldnt have Mac and Desi break up the same day Riley’s feelings came out because then people would hate Mac. They had to make him want to take the next step with Desi but then drop a bomb on him, that would make him question everything.

Again this is what I took away from it.

BUT GOSH WAS THIS EPISODE AMAZING!

I do get that some people are not happy with this and some said it was too sudden *not like we’ve been waiting since season 1 or anything* but I think after 5x11 things will slow down again. Mac may break up with Desi only at the end of the season when he finally comes to terms with his feelings. (Some people are still cautious and I get it but after everything that just happened I find it hard to believe that Mac and Riley won't end up together after all.. not to mention the leaked script conversation between Mac and Riley from 5x15)

Now I dont know how the final scene ends.. they definitely dont get called away for their solo mission immediately after because Mac’s cheek injury is relatively healed in this stills, which means Riley does answer Mac’s question. She may try to avoid it or deflect but he is standing right there so...who knows.

Next weeks episode is a MacRIley solo mission and lets just say things definitely are heating up a bit..*wink wink*

YUP IM HYPED. 

BRING ON THE SEXUAL TENSION AND THE ANGST!

[staruplatinum]

A Night With Prosciutto

this was a commission for the lovely @babyybitchhh . It was so much fun to write this, I really enjoyed the Idea and i hope I did it justice! (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。also, fyi, im terrible at titles.

word count: 3,400

warnings: 18+, slut shaming, prostitution, cigarettes, rough sex, slapping/spanking, unwanted creampie, slight daddy fetish

*reader is female, translations/currency conversions are at the bottom!

         Your mistress called down for you on one crisp evening in November. This was the usual for you of course, and a phone call from a client was not out of the ordinary, especially since the months were starting to get colder. Slipping on your housecoat, you were in the middle of doing your makeup. You trotted down the stairs to meet with her. She gave you an annoyed glance before proceeding to order you around. 

“You have a client tonight, he’s willing to pay big.” She said, hanging up the phone and putting it back on it’s stand, the soft crashing sound enough to startle you. 

“Pay big?” You asked, crossing your arms — almost as if you didn’t believe it. You were in this business for about two years now and on the higher-end of the scale. It wasn’t uncommon for men to say they would pay big, only to leave you with 65,000lire. This wasn’t a lot considering most of these men were Mafioso and had more money than they knew what to do with. You’d think that having sex with them - disgusting as some of them were- they’d give you more than that. 

“He’s part of Passione, or something like that. I don’t really care. The point is, he saw your photo and asked for you in particular.” Your mistress added. 

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. You should have known better. Lately, lots of men requested you because of how submissive you were, you were sure they were giving your name out to all of their buddies. 

“Alright, what’s the address and when do I have to be there?” You asked. 

“Vico Pallonetto Santa Chiara 8 80134” your mistress stated. “You are to be there for 7:00pm which, is in about an hour. I’ll have a cab ready for you.” 

You had heard rumours about that area, nobody ever really went there because it was a sketchy part of town. You started to worry a bit, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.. 

“Wait signora, that’s a bad part of town!” You protested. 

She shrugged and gave you another dirty look. “So?” 

“So, I don’t want to go! What if something happens to me?”  You asked, shaking slightly from the anxiety. 

“This man is going to pay us big, and you will be going whether you like it or not. If we don’t hear from you by 10:00pm, we’ll send one of the guards to come get you. Now, go get ready. I don’t want to hear any more on the subject.” She said cruelly, before turning around and heading towards the kitchen with some of the other girls. 

You sighed heavily as you made your way back up the staircase. The area was sketchy, and you had heard many warnings from other people in town to stay away. Upon doing further research, you heard that this was the area in which La Squadra Esecuzioni operated, the notorious assassins of Passione. 

You never got involved with the mafia, you had no interest and you wanted to keep your nose clean, despite the fact that you had fucked a bunch of members already. 

Having less than an hour to get ready, you finished your makeup, put on a tight black dress and wore a long coat over it all. Of course, you didn’t forget your black stilettos either. The thought of where you were headed was making you anxious, but you tried your best to mask the rush of nervousness. 

As you headed downstairs you grabbed your clutch purse before being escorted into your taxi.

The ride to the location you were told to be at was long, about 40 minutes with all the traffic you had to endure. You had made sure to take “anti-anxiety” pills to help numb your emotions. The last thing you wanted was to have a freak-out and be in trouble with your boss. Plus, if this man really was going to pay well, you’d be in deep trouble. 

 Finally, just as the sun was setting, you were dropped off right in front of an old building, riddled with graffiti and blocked off windows. Your clicking sound of your heels echoed as you cautiously walked down the alley way, looking for the address. 

“8 80134…” You repeated over and over until you reached a run-down door with that same address. You knocked cautiously, waiting for some sort of response. 

Suddenly, the door opened, and you were greeted by a tall man smoking a cigarette. It was hard to make out his features due to the darkness inside and outside, but he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. 

Upon further inspection, you could see his face more clearly now. He was much more hotter than you expected, and he looked rather young. Most of your clients were older men, between 40-50. He looked to be 25, maybe 26. Either way, you were both close in age and that gave you some sort of ease. 

The man looked you up and down, smirking as he took a drag of the cigarette. “sei davvero carina” he purred, before dumping his cigarette on the floor and stomping it out. You pushed some loose strands behind your ear, and muttered a soft “grazie” as you blushed. 

“So.. where .. how should we do this?” You asked. Just as you did, you noticed at least 4 other bodies moving around in the background. Your eyes shot open with fear. Oh no… 

you had hoped this wasn’t one of those times where you’d be gangbanged, that really wasn’t your intention for the night, even if you did enjoy it. Truth be told, you had just wanted to get this over with. The location and glares from the other men 

“No no no Bella, you think I would fuck you in this shit hole? You deserve the best” the man said as he squished your cheeks with his right hand, making your lips pucker out. 

He stopped briefly and looked behind him before yelling abruptly. “PESCI! Vieni qui!” The loudness of his voice shocked you, and suddenly you felt taken aback. Moments later, a tall man with spiky green hair, and a very apparent nervous face, approached you both. 

“porterai me e la mia piccola puttana in hotel” The y’all blonde man asked. Ah, so he had planned to take you to a fancy hotel, how nice!~ 

Pesci nodded, and walked outside to one of the black cars that were lying around, he started it, waiting for you two to join him. The blonde man held out his arm for you to link yours with, and flashed you a toothy smile. “My name is Prosciutto, by the way.” 

You smiled and blushed, before giving him your name. He really was attractive, probably the most attractive man you had got to do this with in a while. 

Prosciutto opened the car door for you and escorted you inside before getting in and sitting with you. He had told Pesci where the location of the hotel was, and before you knew it, you were on your way once again. 

The drive to the hotel wasn’t nearly as far as you imagined, it was only about 15 minutes before you arrived. As you sat in the car and looked out the window at the beautiful scenery, you felt the warm hands of your client snaking their way up your thigh and squeezing hard. You looked back at him, smiling softly as you watched him smoke another cigarette. 

“grazie Pesci,  guida sicura” prosciutto said as he tapped the hood of the car and watched Pesci drive off. He finished smoking his cigarette once again before escorting you inside the fancy hotel. 

Apparently, the room had already been booked, paid for and everything. And by the time you reached the room, you felt your nervousness begin to show up again. However, it was a different kind of nervousness.  You weren’t scared, no.  For once you actually wanted to have sex and this man, who you barely spoke to made you weak at your knees. 

You walked inside the fancy room and Prosciutto followed, helping you take off your trench coat. He hung it up for you before shutting the door behind him and guiding you over to the bed. You had to admit - this place was way better than the original address you were supposed to be at. At least here if anything happened you could run into the hallway. 

Prosciutto came up from behind you and studied your body, admiring all your features. The dress you wore extenuated all of your curves, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. His hands glided up to your breasts where he gave them a firm squeeze. “Take this off.” He demanded, his voice hazy with need. 

You nodded and complied, slowly pulling the straps of your dress down and following suit after with your bra. Your breasts now exposed in the air, Prosciutto smirked. “These are pretty nice” he said, as he pinched one of your nipples, causing you to gasp. “For a whore.” 

 His words took you back, but you were used to this kind of treatment by now. “It comes with the job description signore, but you flatter me all the same.” You added.  Prosciutto just smirked at you before taking out another cigarette and lighting it. 

“Alright, troia,” he said in between drags. “How about you put that mouth to good use?” 

You knew what that meant. Nodding, You pulled the rest of your garments off completely, only leaving your stockings and heels. You complied with his orders; getting down on your knees. Your delicate fingers traced patterns over the growing tent in his pants before you began to unbutton them and zip them down. 

“Let me take care of you, Signore”

Though he was only half-way hard, you could already tell he was big. Pulling down his underwear, your fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as you slowly began to pump him. Looking up at him and batting your lashes you stuck your tongue out, making an ‘o’ shape with your mouth as you began to take him in. He looked so handsome from this angle- the fact that he was smoking made it all the more appealing. He put one of his hands on the top of your head, roughing up your hair as you started to suck him off. 

This went on for a few moments, until he finished his cigarette, before he abruptly grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off. 

You shrieked as his hands tangled in your hair, pulling the roots on your scalp. “Sorry Bella, but I don’t see any tears in those beautiful eyes,” Prosciutto said to you. “That means you’re not trying hard enough. If you want that 1,315,258lire, you better try harder.” 

1,315,258lire?! That was more than anyone had ever paid to your business as a whole! 

You nodded and grabbed his thick cock, pushing all 7 ½ inches of it down your throat slowly. “That’s more like it.” He cursed. He let you take him in slowly, but only for a little while. When he got impatient, he grabbed both sides of your head and began to fuck your face. It was too much, you could feel the prickly parts of his shaved pubes on your nose as he went as deep as he could. The head of his cock reached the deaphts of your throat, causing you to gag. 

Soon, just as he wanted, tears were welling up in your eyes, mainly from the fact that you could barely breathe. Your throat made lewd sounds as you struggled to take his rough thrusts. Eventually you tried to push him back with your hands; nails digging slightly into his thighs. Holding onto a fistful of your hair, he pulled your head back, his throbbing cock just barely touching your lips. Your eyes were watery, and your mascara was leaking. You looked like you had been crying for an hour…

You puckered out  your lips, trying to lick the Pre-cum off of his cock as you stared up at him with watery eyes. The tears had nearly blurred your vision. He was a little - no, a lot pissed off that you’d even try to push him off. Who do you think you are? He kept his cool though. The last thing he wanted was to ruin everything… so early. 

Prosciutto noticed your tears and he got down on one knee, using his soft hands to wipe away the tears on your face. He held your cheek in his hand, gently caressing you. You leaned into his touch willingly as you sniffled — enjoying his comfort.

 “Oh no Bella, you don’t have to cry-“ 

smack

In an instant, he went from caring to borderline abusive. He slapped you across the face hard enough to leave a red hand mark. Prosciutto kept his fist knitted in your hair and picked you up roughly, throwing you on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, Puttana.” He demanded. You nodded, obeying him once again. As he asked, you were on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air, waiting for him.  

He pulled his trousers down completely and got on the bed, gently rubbing circles on your ass cheeks. Of course this didn’t last long, as he started to spank you hard once again leaving red marks all over. While prosciutto thought you would be hurt by this, he was surprised to see that it turned you on. Not only did it turn you on, it caused you to moan.  

“Ha. So this is why the slut is so popular” he thought to himself. Nonetheless, He placed the head of his cock at your entrance, gliding it up and down your folds to tease you. 

His teasing was driving you insane! You bucked your hips backwards, hoping it would egg him on enough to shove his cock inside of you. But, Prosciutto was in no hurry, after all, he still had you for another hour or more. He wanted to make the most of his time. A shitty blowjob wasn’t enough. 

As he slowly pushed the head of his cock in, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Grabbing another one and lighting it, he tossed his lighter on the floor as he steadied himself inside of you. Prosciutto took another long drag of his cigarette before pushing all the way inside of you and butting the cigarette out on your ass. 

“Ah!” You shrieked as you looked back at him, a clear expression of pain and fear on your face. 

“che c'è? The woman said you were experienced.” Prosciutto stated as he pushed in even further. The head of his cock was prodding at your cervix. You let out a long groan as you struggled to take his length. 

“I-I am! But a warning would have been nice!!” You managed to screech out. 

“Well here’s your warning troia, don’t tense up.” He barked, looking down at the small circular burn mark that now littered your plump ass cheek. Smirking, he couldn’t deny how much it turned him on. He loved taking beautiful whores and making them wither below him. He wanted to be the one to ruin them. 

His hands traveled to your hips where he groped you hard, pulling you back into him as his thrusts became erratic. He wasn’t slow and soft about it at all - no. He fucked you hard and rough, he wanted to make sure that you felt him, and that your cervix would be bruised from how hard he was going. 

Small pants and grunts could be heard from Prosciutto as he continued his assault, meanwhile you were moaning like a ‘whore’ as he called it. 

His thirsts slowed and he bent over you, snaking a hand around your neck and whispering in your ear;

“Here’s what’s going to happen Bella. “ — he started, his soft breaths tickling your ear lobe. “You’re going to call me daddy. Understand?” He finished, biting your ear hard. That little stunt earned him a small squeak from you and a sensual nod as you tried to keep your composure. Which, was hard considering he was pressing your face into the pillows. 

Prosciutto leaned back up, pulling onto your hips once again. His thrusts sped up again, and you could tell he was close, since they were so uneven. Your fingers grasped onto the sheets, struggling to get a strong grip by how hard you were being fucked. Prosciutto noticed this and just chuckled darkly before slapping your ass once again. 

“Come on, Bella. Cum for your daddy” he growled. 

You stopped thinking after Prosciutto said that. His left hand trailed down and began to rub rough circles on your clit. The pleasure was too much. 

“Oh- fuck!! Daddy!” You moaned, louder than you should have. You were so close, you could feel it in your soul. 

Just then a sudden thought popped into your head. 

“D-daddy… please don’t cum inside…” you panted. Though you had sex many times before, you didn’t like when men came inside you. It was just a mess for you to clean, plus having to get the morning after pill was usually a pain. 

“I’ll do what I want bitch, now keep quiet.” He growled. His fingers continued to massage you roughly and without warning you finally came, squirting your juices and throbbing around his hard cock. You moaned out the words “daddy” as much as you could. After all, you wanted him to be satisfied. 

Soon after, Prosciutto came. Right inside of you. His cock pressed hard into your cervix, going as deep as he could so you could feel his seed leak into you. A wave of panic ran over you as he finally pulled out and you felt some of his seed leak down your thighs. When his cock was fully out of you, he spread open your cheeks, watching how red your cunt was, as well as your ass. You were going to have bruises there for sure the next day. 

Using one of his slender fingers, he pushed the remainder of his seed back inside of you as you rolled onto your back, panting. 

Prosciutto stood up, and cleared his throat while looking at you. 

“Clean me up.” He demanded while pointing to his softening cock, which had both your juices and fragments of his seed on it. You felt dead for a moment - completely worn out and utterly upset that he didn’t respect you enough to pull out. However, you pushed that aside and got up off of the bed and kneeled on the floor. 

You gently held his cock in your hands as your mouth engulfed him once again, sucking the residue off of it until he was satisfied.  Prosciutto looked down at you. For a moment, he genuinely felt bad about what he had done to you, but then again.. you were just a whore. 

He pulled his cock away from you and knelt down squeezing your cheeks and pulling you in for a deep kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth for a while before he pulled away and looked into your eyes. 

“I’ll be calling you again, Bella.” He said, almost coldly. 

As quickly as the night started it came to an end just as fast. Within minutes Prosciutto had his suit on once again - and a cigarette in his mouth. He wrote you up a check, the 1,315,258lire he promised was there, and suddenly you didn’t feel as bad as you did. 

Prosciutto tossed you the check and rushed out of the hotel. He had business to finish with La Squadra, so he couldn’t stay for pillow talk. 

Alone, you stayed on the bed, feeling his seed leak out of you and a few tears fall from your face. Part of you hoped you’d be able to see him again. He was rough, but he was one of the best clients you ever had… but part of you had a feeling you’d never see him again. Either way, he really did make you feel like a whore. 

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translations!

65,000lire = $50

1,325,258lire = $1,000

veini qui - come here

porterai me a la mia piccola puttana in hotel - bring me and my little whore to the hotel

grazie - thank you

guida sicura - drive safe

troia - slut / puttana - whore

signore - sir

che c’e? - what’s wrong?

[absinthc-blog]

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okay  first  and  foremost  i  want  to  say  a  genuine  THANK  YOU  to  each  and  every  one  of you  for  showing  interest  in  this  group  !  truly,  it's  been my  baby  for  a  while  now  &  i'm  so  glad  i  was  able  to  (  with  help  from  ness,  obviously  )  bring  it  back  for  all  of  us  to  enjoy !  words  can't  express how  grateful  i  am  for  all  of  you  &  for  the  out  pour  of  love  and  support  we've  received  for  kumiho  !  now...  onto  the  usual  intro  stuff  !

hello,  i'm  gem,  i'm  21+,  i  go  by  she  /  her  pronouns  and  i  live  in  the  cst  timezone  !  i  absolutely  love  pain,  angst  &  ruining  my  characters  lives.  i  also  tend  to  use  memes  all  the  time  so  if  we're  talking..  just  prepare  for  memeage.  also  a  fun  fact  that  literally  know  one  asked  for  but  i'm  giving  it  to  you  anyways:  i  cried  the  first  time  i  ever  saw  a  corgi  in  real  life  &  proceeded  to  run  across  a  busy  street  to  be  able  to  pet  it  !  okay  now  for  real,  onto  the things  you're  really  here  for  !

this  dude  right  here  is  minwoo,  he's  a  tiny  bit  of  a  trashy  mess  but  honestly  i  can't  seem  to  play  characters  that  aren't  a  mess  ?  his  backstory  is  still  a  work  in  progress,  but  below  the  cut  is  basic  stats  /  bullet  proof  bio  /  personality  traits  /  basic  wanted  plots  &  a  few  more  random  things  !

if  you'd  like  to  plot,  feel  free  to  add  me  on  discord  (  𝒶𝓃�� 𝒾 𝕆𝕆𝔽.#9330 ),  im  me  or  SMASH  that  little  heart  button  &  i'll  come  to  you  !

                                 GENERAL  INFORMATION.

full  name:  choi  minwoo. nickname(s): min,  woo,  minnie. date  of  birth:  tbd. age:  twenty-five. nationality:  korean. spoken  languages:  korean,  english,  chinese,  japanese,  thai,  french,  spanish,  german  &  russian. gender:  cismale. pronouns:  he / him / his. sexuality:  bisexual. faceclaim:  kim seokjin  (  jin  )  of  bts. BACKGROUND. hometown:  daegu,  south  korea. current  residence:  seoul,  south  korea. financial  status:  upper  class. occupation:  coordinator. family  connections:  tbd.

                                       EXTRA  INFORMATION.

myers  briggs:  entp-a. (  the  debater.  ) enneagram:  seven.  (  the  enthusiast.  ) temperament:  choleric. moral  aligment: neutral evil. hogwarts  house:  slytherin. sin:  gluttony. virtue:  pride. zodiac:  tbd. element:  fire.

                                                BIOGRAPHY.

born  and  raised  in  daegu,  south  korea.

parents  were  both  incredibly  well  known.  one  being  a  lawyer,  one  being  a  ceo  of  a  multi-million  dollar  corporation.

they  weren't  around  a  lot  due  to  how  busy  their  schedule  was,  so  minwoo  was  mostly  raised  by  the  nannies  /  maids  that  were  always  around.

there  was  a  tiny  bit  of  resentment  that  minwoo  held  towards  his  parents  for  never  being  around  that  he'd  take  that  out  on  the  nannies,  so  much  so  they  had  a  hard  time  keeping  a  full-time  nanny  hired.  they'd  constantly  quit  their  jobs  due  to  how  minwoo  treated  them.

after  a  while,  though,  the  choi's  were  able  to  find  one  nanny  in  particular  that  didn't  take  minwoo's  attitude  personally  &  didn't  allow  it  to  effect  their  job.  in  fact,  they  started  to  reprimand  min  for  the  way  he  was  acting  out.

at  first,  of  course,  minwoo  didn't  take  well  to  that  at  all.  he  got  more  angry,  started  getting  more  of  an  attitude.  but  after  a  while,  he  grew  tired  of  it..  finally  breaking  down  &  it  was  then  that  the  nanny  figured  out  why  he  was  lashing  out  at  every  person  that  happened  to  be  doing  the  job  his  parents  were  supposed  to  be.

minwoo  started  to  calm  down  after  that  day,  finally  starting  to  realize  that  it  wasn't  the  nannies  fault  that  his  parents  were  always  working  and  couldn't  be  around  to  raise  him  like  he  really  wanted  them  to  be.

it  was  then  that  his  grades  started  to  get  better,  attitude  improving  almost  completely.  sure,  there  were  days  where  it  still  got  to  him,  but  for  the  most  part  he  stopped  taking  it  out  on  everyone  but  the  people  actually responsible  for  the  way  he  felt.

his  school  days  after  that  went  really  well,  acing  all  of  his  classes  and  staying  at  the  top  of  his  grade  the  entire  time.  things  got  different  around  high  school,  though.  his  parents  started  breathing  down  his  neck  about  either  becoming  a  ceo  or  a  lawyer.

neither  of  those  things  is  actually  what  minwoo  wanted  to  do,  fully  unsure  of  what  he  wanted  to  do  with  his  life.  but  he  didn't  want  to  let  either  of  them  down,  so  in  his  free time  he  ended  up  studying  for  both  things.

completely  letting  his  'free'  time  go  in  order  to  please  both  of  his  parents  caused  him  to  start  building  up  his  aggression  &  resentment  once  more.

he  couldn't  take  it  for  much  longer,  his  parents  constantly  yelling  at  him  to  get  his  shit  together  caused  him  to  hate  school,  hate  studying  for  both  things  that  he  doesn't  want  to  do...

so  one  day,  he  snapped.  his  father  bursting  through  his  room  as  he  was  taking  a  break  only  to  start  yelling  &  instead  of  falling  back  into  line,  minwoo  got  up  &  got  in  his  father's  face  and  began  yelling  back.  telling  his  father  that  what  his  parents  wanted  him  to  do  wasn't  what  he  wanted  at  all.

his  father  didn't  take  too  kindly  to  that,  basically  telling  minwoo  that  if  he  didn't  want  to  do  either  of  the  things  his  parents  wanted  him  to  do,  he  could  move  out  and  deal  with  life  on  his  own.

to  prove  a  point,  that's  exactly  what  minwoo  did,  moving  into  his  aunt's  house  as  he  finished  high  school,  finding  multiple  part-time  job  that'd  pay  the  bills  he  needed  to  pay  as  well  giving  his  aunt  some  for  rent  just  because  she  willingly  let  him  in.

those  were  also  something  he  didn't  want  to  do,  but  he  did  them  anyways  just  to  be  able  to  have  some  sort  of  income.

after  he  graduated  high  school,  he  had  tons  of  colleges  that  wanted  him  to  join  them  just  because  of  how  good  his  grades  were,  but  that  also  didn't  seem  to  be  something  he  wanted  to  do.

he  declined  each  and  every  one  of  them  with  little  to  no  regret,  his  aunt  supporting  the  decision  even  though  she  wanted  to  see  him  do  something  better  with  his  life.

those  words  stuck  with  him  as  he  finally  moved  out  of  her  home  &  into  a  small apartment,  busting  his  ass  to  constantly  be  able  to  pay  bills.

it  wasn't  until  he  met  someone  at  the  bar  he  worked  at  that  his  life  started  to  take  a  turn  for  the  better.  the  mastermind  happened  to  frequent  the  place  he  worked,  always  giving  minwoo  a  hard  time  about  doing  better  things  with  his  life, only  for  minwoo  to  brush  it  off.

but  one  night,  min  finally  got  curious,  asking  the  mastermind  what  that  meant.  that's  when  the  offer  to  join  the  kumiho  was  set  in  place.  the  mastermind  had  seen  how  determined  minwoo was,  overheard  min  talking  about  the  four  shitty  jobs  he  had  to  work  in  order  'survive'  just  because  he  didn't  want  to  even  touch  the  money  his  parents  constantly  kept  sending  him  just  out  of  spite.

minwoo  actually  started  out  in  the  kumiho  as  a  runner,  getting  things  that  the  crew  needed  &  hiding  in  plain  sight.

however,  the  second  that  the  mastermind  found  out  about  minwoo's  studies,  they  were  quick  to  suggest  something  more,  explaining  the  difficulties  of  being  a  coordinator  &  explaining  why  they  thought  minwoo  would  be  perfect  for  the  job.

minwoo  was  skeptical  at  first,  though  it  only  took  a  few  days  of  debating  with  himself  before  he  agreed  &  ever  since  then,  he's  done  his  best.  he  wanted  to  make  sure  that  the  mastermind  was  proud  of  the  choice  they'd  made.

                                            PERSONALITY.

most  of  the  time,  minwoo  seems  pretty  cocky  &  sarcastic.

can  be  extremely  blunt  when  it  comes  to  certain  things,  even  if  his  words  might  happen  to  hurt  someone  else.

extremely  selfish  for  the  most  part,  always  looks  out  for  himself  before  he  looks  out  for  others...  but  he  does  still  care  about  others,  even  though  he  barely  shows  it.

also  loves  to  "one  up"  others,  it's  the  competitive  side  of  him  but  he  usually  does  so  in  a  playful  /  teasing  way.

he's  deep  down  really  goofy  &  loves  to  have  fun.  loves  to  explore  &  goof  off  whenever  possible.

has  the  tendency  to  hate  commitment,  so  whenever  feelings  start  getting  involved,  his  knee-jerk  reaction  is  to  run  &  avoid  it  at  all  cost.

is  one  of  those  people  who  pretends  to  hate  everything  &  be  really  serious  but  will  dance  around  his  room  in  his  boxers  when  he  thinks  no  one  can  see  him.

a  very  two-sided  person  but  not  in  a  way  that  could  be  seen  as  fake..  he's  just  got  a  very  serious  side  of  him  vs  the  goofy,  fun  loving  one  that  doesn't  get  to  be  seen  as  often.

extremely  serious  when  it  comes  to  his  job,  though.  will  call  people  out  on  the  smallest  of  mistakes  if  he  thinks  it'll  effect  any  of  the  heists.  he  really  has  no  issue  with  confrontation  &  will  do  so  if  he  thinks  it's  needed.

absolutely  loves  to  cook,  picked  that  up  when  he  was  living  with  his  aunt.  he  started  cooking  dinner  and  meals  so  that  his  aunt  didn't  have  to  whenever  she  got  home.

also  a  tiny  a  bit  neat  freak  so  he  gets  a  tiny  bit  stressed  out  whenever  headquarters  is  a little  bit  messy  and  will  either  just  clean  up  the  messes  or  get  snippy  with  everyone  until  he  figures  out  who  did  it.

loves  fashion,  constantly  is  seen  going  to  fashion  shows  to  try  and  keep  up  with  the  latest  trends  &  constantly  is  buying  clothes  &  accessories.

also  loves  cars,  will  buy  the  latest  and  greatest  models  of  each  and  every  sports  car  that  comes  out.

his  'socialite'  side  comes  out  the  most  during  events  where  he's  around  a  bunch of  people,  creating  new  ties  with  whoever  he  can  knowing  connections  like  those will  help  him  gain  new  followers  &  things  like  that.

known  for  modeling  &  his  instagram  /  social  media  posts,  gaining  a  following  just  because  of  his  'ootd'  posts  as  well  as  the  snapchat  videos  he  posts  about  his  daily  life.

                                                  PLOT  IDEAS.

bad  influence.  (  on  your  muse.  )

best  friends.

brotp.

confidant.

current  hook  up(s).

drinking  /  party  buddies.

drunken  hook  up.

enemies  that  used  to  be  friends.

exes  who  ended  on  bad  terms.

flirtationship.

will  they  /  won’t  they.

friends  with  benefits.

good  influence.  (  on  minwoo.  )

hate  sex.

one  night  stand(s).  (  past  &  present.  )

partner  in  crime.

past  hook  up(s).

ride  or  die.

trouble  makers.

unlikely  friends.

[softscholasticism]

•delilah, darling•

rami malek x oc | ch. 2

a/n: ahh im so sorry that i made y’all emotional with the first chapter... um this one isnt any better... sorry?? anyway, once again, thank you so much for reading, THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS, and if you’d like to be tagged please let me know:) AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT

word count: 6k+

warnings: angst, manipulative boyfriend, and deacy gets super pissed at the end so yeah. ALSO MARY DOESN’T OWN GARDEN LODGE OR EXIST IN THIS UNIVERSE, BC FICTION. also this chapter isn’t that great so i guess that’s another warning.

chapter one

C H A P T E R T W O: you get away with murder

Summer, 2010

The Garden Lodge was quiet this morning. Delilah had received the Lodge from Uncle Fred in his will along with a rather large sum of money. Jim had lived with her for as long as he could until he had passed at the beginning of the year. She lived a quiet life, mourning the loss of so  many people in her life. Even with Freddie’s death being so traumatic for her, she couldn’t be prepared for Jim’s death. She had been with him right until the end just as he had been there for Freddie. She had spent the last 6 months going through the motions of life, using a scheduled life as a distraction from the emptiness of her Godfather and Jim’s passing.

She hadn’t been the same since November 24, 1991 and it showed. She barely talked to her family and only spoke to Phoebe, Roger, Brian and her parents when she put it in her schedule. Of course, her parents understood, John had stepped down from his position in Queen due to Fred’s death becoming too much for him as well as needing to focus on his family and being there for them. The only thing that kept Delilah going was the small, golden locket that hung from her neck. Delilah was a woman now, no longer the little girl that been playful and so loving, she believed she had been a woman since Freddie’s passing. She longed for hope and joy she had once found in her Godfather, she wanted it so desperately but she didn’t know how.

On a day like today, Delilah had planned to go through her typical regiment. She woke up, drank coffee, read a book, gardened, ate lunch, read some more, call one of her uncles and her dad, ate dinner, went to bed but not before curling up with tears shining in her blue eyes.

When Delilah was eight, she remembered Freddie talking about the “in-between moments” where life is just kind of mundane and thoughts aren’t distracted by activities. In her 29 years of age, she now understood what her Uncle was talking about. She shrunk back into her mind, allowing memories of her past to overwhelm her. Delilah pretended that her blanket was a pair of arms, trying to form some kind of comfort  and fill the void that had raged upon her. The void filled her like a wildfire, the flames swallowing every sense of peace she had and left her with ashes of her past. She could try to pretend like everything was okay, but once she wasn’t distracted her thoughts came back to haunt her, breaking her heart all over again.

Something was different about this day however, Delilah was out gardening, the sound of tourists coming to visit the lodge and leaving presents or notes to her Uncle. She didn’t mind however. Delilah understood what is was like to mourn, so it didn’t bother her that people came to leave anecdotes about Freddie, in fact she thought it was lovely. People saw just how special Fred was in the same way that Delilah did, so who was she to deprive people of expressing their feelings when she felt the same way? The brunette enjoyed hearing people singing to the Garden Lodge or just the white noise of people reminiscing about her Godfather while she gardened. So here she was, picking some weeds out from the flower bed, softly smiling at the buzz of Garden Lodge. She worked quietly, her hair pulled back in a braid due to the Deacon gene of fluffy hair, the other workers in the Lodge moved around as well, gardening or cleaning amongst other jobs.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of the telephone roared over the tourists and workers, taking Delilah out of her focus, a worker came and fetched her saying that it was her father. Delilah’s eyebrows furled in confusion, typically she was the one to call him after she had finished her work in the lodge. John knew that she needed to keep her schedule and that she didn’t much like change in order to stay sane, so Delilah figured this was something important. Her stomach dropped at that thought, the last time someone called her it was always brought bad memories. Calls always meant that someone had passed or became sick or would ask her about Freddie. She liked to start the calls because it gave her control over the conversation, distracting her from the in-between moments that she hated.

Solemnly, she nodded her head, taking her gloves off she walked inside to the phone that the worker was carrying. Taking a deep breath, she spoke, “Hi, Dad.” Her heart was beating rather quickly in anxiety, not knowing how to react to this change in her daily regiment.

“Delilah, darling!” Delilah winced at the nickname, not wanting to think of where her family had coined that phrase. “I’m sorry for calling you so early, but I wanted to ask you something.” John was nervous, his niece had voiced her dislike of change but he wanted her to live, not just go through each day doing the same thing over and over again. He didn’t want her to become like him and he was afraid that that had already happened.

“That’s quite alright, Dad, I was just gardening. What’s up?” Her hands were shaking, this was so different, she despised different. John proceeded to explain that he needed a book to read that someone had told him about, of course, John couldn’t go and get it himself because he much preferred to stay home. He mentioned that all of her other siblings were either gone or busy and couldn’t go get it and that she was the only one who could do it. “What about Mum, couldn’t she go get it for you?” Delilah knew how busy her siblings always were, so she understood, but the idea of leaving Garden Lodge was a daunting task.

“No, no your mother has friends over. Please could you do this for me, Delilah?” John felt horrible. In fact, he didn’t need the bloody book at all. He just wanted her to get out of that house and do something. “You could go to that one coffee place you’ve been dying to try because they have special type of milk they use in their drinks. And yes, Bri and Rog did tell me that you talked about wanting to go by it, so I know that you want to go.” And there it was, Delilah knew why he called. He might’ve needed the book but she knew how badly he wanted her to go out and away from the  place that haunted her dreams. A somber feeling washed over her, her father just wanted her to get better, he understood her best and she recognized his desire for her happiness when he probably was feeling the same as she was.

Delilah nodded her head, “Of course, Dad. I’ll go get it for you and the coffee, I’ll grab one for you too if you’d like?” John laughed in victory and did a little happy dance around his telephone, expressing how that bringing him coffee would be lovely. He told her how proud he was of her and to be careful. Delilah shook her head as she giggled at her father’s antics and told him goodbye. She told the worker to fetch her car and soon she was off, the people in front of the lodge recognized her and tried to get close but she was faster. While she did appreciate their love for her uncle, she didn’t want to be hounded by them.

The ride to the bookstore was calm, on the inside she was freaking out at her schedule change but it felt almost rebellious in a way. Her fingers shook with excitement as she parked, stepping out the air felt lighter. The bookstore was a petite building, the inside was warm. As she walked around looking at the Lodge, Delilah realized that the Lodge had begun to grow cold, yes, she had the workers company along with her two dogs, but it still felt so empty. She knew why it felt empty, but she wanted to hold onto the memories that were held in Garden Lodge so she stayed in it. The small store had bookcases that touched the ceiling and had multiple bean bags or couches so people could sit and read. It brought back a childlike awareness that she barely let herself experience.

After grabbing the book her father needed, she walked around for much longer than she needed to, buying multiple novels in the process so she could have more to read in the Lodge. She had already been through most of the books in the Library that Freddie had turned one of the cat’s rooms into, the ones she hadn’t read were either things she read as a teenager or were silly things like dictionaries or encyclopedias that she had no patience for. Once Delilah had purchased all of the books she acquired, she began her walk to the coffee shop. Luckily it was a block away so she didn’t need to drive over there.

A soft clicking noise sounded from across the street, Delilah didn’t think anything of it though. She walked inside the coffee shop and was immediately hit by the strong smell of espresso, soft indie music playing in the background. Much like the bookstore, this coffee shop was so warm and cozy. There was also an upstairs spot that was considered a study area and had whiteboards and bean bags as well as couches with too many pillows. She had barely been in the building for five minutes and she was in love. Delilah still felt uncomfortable with being out in public but she was comforted by the soft atmosphere.

Making her way to the cashier, she was  met by one of the most beautiful men she’s ever laid eyes upon. He was tall around the same height as Uncle Brian probably. He skin was a deep brown, his eyes the same color, he was muscular too, much to her appreciation. “Excuse me, can I help you?” Delilah blushed and quickly apologized, not realizing that she had been staring for much too long. The man, Charles as his name tag provided, laughed lightly at her demeanor, saying that he didn’t mind. “What would you like?” Charles was intrigued, the woman had looked familiar and it did help that she was quite gorgeous.

Delilah, wanting to escape from her embarrassment, asked for a simple latte, something she was familiar with and comfortable with ordering. She rapidly paid and made her way to one of the small, two person tables, waiting patiently for her drink while wallowing in her distress. Delilah realized she had allowed herself to get stuck in her brain again because suddenly, Charles was sitting in front of her, holding her drink. She jumped practically out of her seat, not at all easing her nerves in front of this gorgeous specimen.

At first glance, Charles thought the woman was unique, she seemed shy and reserved, immediately he wanted to get to know her better. She seemed familiar and he couldn’t understand why. Maybe she had been to one of his gigs with his band or maybe she worked somewhere local, Charles couldn’t place his finger on it. He placed the drink in front of her and asked if they had met before.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” she laughed, hand covering her mouth, “I tend to stay at my home, I’m just running an errand for my father.” Charles nodded, understanding that people could seem familiar but really had never met.

“I see, you don’t explore the town?” The man winked, he had started to get where he wanted to go, the woman was attractive and sweet, he figured a date would be fun. As he waited for a response, Delilah nodded her head, because it was true, she never explored the city, she wanted to but it was too much of a risk for someone to recognize her and too often she saw something that reminded her of Jim and her Godfather, it was too much for her  to handle. Charles however, a man she had just met, who seemed interested in her, was proposing an excuse to leave the Lodge, in a flirty manner at that.

“No, I suppose I don’t, but I would like an excuse to, I perhaps.” Delilah flirted back, her hand sliding towards his own. He noticed what she was doing and knew he was on the right track to what he wanted. Charles stood and grasped her hand, kissing it lightly.

“I’m afraid I have to go back to work, but I’m free on Saturday.” A blush rose to Delilah’s cheeks, she sipped her latte and nodded. She had never been in a relationship before due to her being scared her heart was going to be ripped apart even more than it already had been. But Brian and Rog had been adamant that she needed friends or even a boyfriend, she figured she would make them proud.

Charles knew he had to initiate because this woman was so shy but he didn’t mind. “Let’s say seven o’clock?” He grabbed a napkin and wrote his number on it, handing it to her, enjoying the redness that fluttered and grew deeper than humanly possible. Delilah nodded, grateful that Charles left her to her coffee as she tried to comprehend what had just happened.

The brown-haired girl turned the napkin over, blue ink scribbled across but could clearly read a number and the words “see ya on saturday, love xx”. For the first time, in what seemed like forever, Delilah had plans during the weekend, something she hasn’t allowed herself to have since Fred’s death.

She called Brian and Roger immediately, realizing she had to figure out what one did on a date.

SATURDAY

“Love, you need to hurry up or else you’ll be late.” Roger exclaimed, not helping with Delilah’s stress levels, Brian was currently deciding which shoes his niece should wear. Delilah had settled the plans with Charles over text, they were going to meet at the coffee shop and he would drive them to the restaurant. Delilah suggested somewhere small and local, preferably not busy as well as them meeting up at a neutral site. She didn’t quite trust him yet to expose where she lived. Luckily, he complied and told her not to worry about dressing up either, he was adamant that she was comfortable for their first date.

Brian settled on some white chelsea boots to go with the high waisted Levi’s and coral blouse. He grabbed the shoes and walked over to where the brown haired woman was sitting and handed the shoes to her. Delilah smiled softly, adding the finishing touches to her look before putting the boots on with shaking hands.

Delilah had never allowed herself to get close to anyone besides her immediate family including Brian, Rog, and Phoebe. She had tried to a few times previously but everyone just wanted to meet her dad or ask her uncomfortable, intimate questions about Freddie that she didn’t have the strength to answer. So, she gave up the pleasure of having friends and kept to herself. But now Delilah was nearing thirty, it was time she broke out of her shell and make her life more worthwhile than the same repeated schedule every day.

“Alright, I think I need to get going. Are you guys going to hang out here for a while? You’re more than welcome to stay of course.” Delilah stood, grabbing her keys and purse, wringing her hands in nerves.

“Yeah, love. We’ll stay here just in case you need anything.” Roger wrapped an arm around the woman, kissing her cheek. They were just as nervous as she was, Delilah had been through so much heartbreak in her life and Roger as well as Brian didn’t think she could handle another one.

A huge weight was lifted off of Delilah’s shoulders, she had her uncles to watch over her just in case anything had gone awry and she couldn’t be more grateful for them. With this release of tension, Delilah kissed and hugged both of her uncles and set off, the workers all wishing her good luck as they finished up their duties and head back to their homes.

The drive to the cafe was much easier this time, Delilah knew what she was doing and hadn’t felt this excited about something in, forever it seemed like. As she parked, she saw Charles waiting for her with flowers, her favorite ones too: daisies. Delilah had no clue how he had known that she loved daisies but she didn’t care because here was an extremely attractive man, with flowers for her, about to take her to dinner, what more could she want?

“Hi, love,” Charles voice was even more smooth than it had been when she had first met him. He looked at her up and down as he approached her, “my do you look absolutely ravishing.” He sighed, kissing her cheek before presenting the flowers. Delilah’s blush wrapped around her cheeks to her ears, flattered by the show of affection of an outsider which of course, Charles was very excited to see the rosiness appear.

“We have reservations soon and it’s about a five minute walk, is that alright?” Delilah was still quiet, her nerves trying to dampen but she let out a smile and nodded. He brought his arm out for her to grab and together the two walked to a small restaurant that seemed extremely modern, but not noisy or busy much to Delilah’s appreciation. A waiter brought them to their table, the restaurant had a warm vibe to it as the couple sat down. The tables were a dark wood, one soft light over their heads along with a candle placed on the table. It was everything Delilah would dream of for a first date location-wise. So far, she was quite impressed with Charles decisions.

“Thank you for bringing me here and the flowers.” Delilah spoke softly, placing her hair behind her ear. Charles smiled one of the whitest smiles she had ever seen and put his hand in hers across the table.

“You deserve everything and more.” Delilah could melt into the chair and would be perfectly fine. Together they continued dinner, making conversation. Both were asking questions about each other’s family but Delilah was delighted when she realized that Charles wasn’t prying. That may have been because he didn’t know her past or who she was associated with or that he could tell that family was a tough subject for her. He never ever pushed her and she couldn’t feel more satisfied with this date so far.

His eyes shifted to her locket, he remembered seeing it the first time he had seen her, he figured that she wore it often. “I like your locket, where’s it from?” He saw her hand move towards the locket,  the light glinting off of the golden jewelry. It looked old, worn from use. It took her a while before she spoke, when she looked at him, her eyes were watery and Charles was worried he hit a soft spot.

“I got it from my Uncle when I was 10, he passed away a little after that.” Delilah sniffed and looked back down at the locket, twisting the chain in her long fingers. Charles grasped her chin, he didn’t say anything because he didn’t know what to say. His family was large, he didn’t know what it was like to lose someone so close. So, he figured just being there for her would suffice. Again, he didn’t pry because he felt as though it wasn’t his place.

Delilah was at a loss of words, on one end, her heart was aching at having to think about the loss of Freddie but the  other end was filled with so much joy because Charles didn’t try to make her feel better, he didn’t try to ask what happened or try to make the loss seem less than it was. He just proceeded to care for her and hold her, and for Delilah that was enough.

The date ended with Delilah insisting she paid for dessert. Charles had done so much and treated her with so much care, Delilah couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun as well as how nice it was to have a companion that was relatively the same age instead of 60 year old rock stars (even though she loved them more than anything). After paying for dessert, Delilah and Charles walked out, not before Charles held the door open and placed a warm hand to her lower back. He further wrapped his arm around her leading her to her car. As the two walked closer to the car, she saw two very familiar faces waiting for her by the car thus causing Delilah’s heart to come to a full stop.

There at the end of her car was Roger and Brian. Roger Taylor, famous drummer of queen and car extraordinaire and Brian May the actual guitar hero, Delilah’s uncles.

“Oh my god.” Delilah quickly turned Charles around to face him away from them. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and quickly realized that she had never updated Brian and Roger, she had almost 50 texts and at least 20 calls from both. Since Delilah never goes out, they worry about her constantly and like to be updated.

Delilah didn’t want to have to break the news to Charles like this, the date had been everything she wanted and so, so much more. She couldn’t bring herself to be frustrated at Brian or Rog, they were just looking out for her, Delilah’s anxiety however, was becoming a monster because this would make or break the desire of a second date.

Charles eyes drew concerned, Delilah’s whole demeanor changed within an instant. He moved to turn around and see what she was looking at but her grip was surprisingly too strong.

“Charles, I need to tell you something,” Her hands were white with how hard she was gripping him. Charles’ hands moved to her waist in order to ground the anxious woman. “You must understand that I didn’t tell you this because I was worried that you would think differently of me. It’s also not exactly my favorite subject because it brings bad memories that I would rather not think about.” Delilah continued to ramble until Charles placed his hands from her hips to her cheeks.

The woman sighed, Roger and Brian were about to approach when she shook her head, motioning for them to stop. Charles moved to see what was bothering her but again, she held him tightly. With a large inhale, she spoke.

“My family is famous.” That was so not how she had meant to word it but, it was too late. “My dad was a bass player for a band called Queen.” She watched as Charles eyes grew as wide as saucers, he realized why she had seemed so familiar from the first time he had met her. One of his musical idols is John deacon because he inspired Charles to play bass in his band. Charles had countless books and posters about Queen and read so many things on John’s bass playing, he was a very strong Queen fan. He didn’t know how he hadn’t realized it earlier but then again, this was only their second date.

He didn’t continue, not exactly knowing what to say because how does one react to the fact that they’ve got a famous girlfriend or partner. She continued to explain who her dad was and that Brian and Roger were her main source of contact since John preferred to stay quiet, which Charles knew of course from his research.

As she finished, Delilah allowed the man to turn around and come face to face with the people he had been idolizing for his entire life. Somehow during their date, the topic of Charles’ band never came up so she had no idea that he was a) a bass player or b) a huge Queen fan, so the prospect of meeting the two didn’t seem like a big deal, in the grand scheme of things.

This was it, Charles thought, this is how I’m going to be successful.

Fall, 2010

Delilah was backstage at one of Charles’ concerts, thinking about the time when he had broke her the news that he just so happened to play bass in a band and that she knew who her parents were and looked up to John. However, instead of getting the spiel about how he wanted to meet her parents, Charles respected her boundaries and allowed her to make the call for when they should meet.

The club that the gig was in was dark and filled with smoke. The only light source being the lights from the stage that bloomed with color and reflected off of the instruments and faces of the crowd. Delilah had been to many gigs, never fully in the crowd though. It was difficult at first for her boyfriend to get her to come but she came nonetheless. Charles’ concerts were much different than the ones she had been to, the crowd was only of hundreds and not hundred thousands, the band (known as Cash Only) played in very small venues with closed roof which was of course, a stark contrast to the Wembly’s and Budapest’s among other famous Queen venues. In a way, that’s what Delilah loved so much about these concerts, they didn’t allow her to think of her childhood, the just focused on music and the feeling that it brought, not the memories of Freddie’s warm hugs or encouraging words, or the luxurious things that her father and Roger would take them to do. Charles’ concerts allowed Delilah to enjoy music again.

This quickly became Delilah’s new and improved schedule, instead of staying at home all day and doing nothing, she hung out with Charles and went to lunches and fancy dinners. Delilah was content, a word she hadn’t used since in a very long time. She talked to her family more, even her siblings seemed like they wanted to talk to her! The concerts really helped to because while they were a great distraction from her past, they also let the woman pretend that for a second, just a small moment, that Delilah was back in those massive arenas with deafening screams. Delilah could pretend that Jim and Freddie were there and by the time Cash Only set was over, her blue eyes would by red from tears. Charles never questioned it, Delilah had opened up to him about her struggles with Freddie’s death as well as Jim’s. While Charles was a big Queen fan, Delilah noticed, he only ever asked about her father.

This normal schedule of concerts and hanging out would pass on for another month into the anniversary of Freddie’s death. Delilah had already told Charlie that she would prefer to be alone because she would be having her father, Rog and Brian over  the whole day. The four of them would all hang out together just supporting each other. Phoebe would come over later for supper, he much preferred to spend the day alone typically.

The morning of the anniversary rolled around like a thunderous cloud, black and thick with moisture. Delilah’s body felt heavy and her head pounded. The Lodge seemed especially empty on a day like this day. Charles had still never been to the Garden Lodge mainly for safety reasons, so it was still just the workers and Delilah. Delilah had her nails painted red in representation of AIDs awareness, sparkly of course because Freddie was known for his extravagance. The sunlight shone through the window and gleamed off of her bright red nails as she put her locket on, immediately sending her into tears of pure anguish. Her brain was going through the torturous moments of having to relive her last moments with a very sick Fred. As the years passed, missing him would never ever get any easier but this year felt especially gut-wrenching because it also meant the loss of his husband too, Jim.

By the time John had arrived, Roger and Brian were cooking breakfast, Delilah sat on a stool at the table with a large blanket surrounding her. No one spoke. No one needed to. They just needed each other’s presence and comfort to get through.

Throughout the day, the Lodge was quiet, the workers had warned them not to go outside because hundreds of mourners were at the gate of the lodge paying their respects. Delilah’s heart warmed because it didn’t matter that Freddie’s death was almost twenty years previous, he still had such an impact on such a large audience, she could never ever turn the mourners away from the Lodge if it meant that they got to pay their respects.

By the time Phoebe had shown up, the four people were sat on the couch, tears still falling silently. There was nothing to ease the hurt, their friends and family were taken and there was nothing that could bring them back.

The sky grew dark meaning this wretched day was almost over, Charles hadn’t texted Delilah all day thus bringing surprise to Delilah when she had seen that he had texted her. Don’t check the news right now. The text had said, which of course prompted the brunet to check it, she suddenly had thousands of notifications once she opened the app, after finding the culprit of all of this mayhem, a gossip organization was talking about Freddie’s death and had pictures of all of the mourners outside of the lodge when suddenly, a picture of Delilah and Charles popped up on the television.

The reporters spoke about how there were numerous sightings of the “mysterious Deacon” and further questioned where her father would be. Delilah’s heart stopped, for so long she and her father had stayed out of the limelight. Luckily, there were no pictures of her father, just ones from the 90’s. But Delilah knew how the media worked, now that someone knew something about her whereabouts, this would spiral in the frenzy of trying to figure out where not only she went burt where her father went too.

Winter, 2010

The media had stayed relatively calm, Delilah still stuck with her schedule she had created with Charles. Of course, there were still pictures but somehow Charles always ended up standing in front of her and the camera, flashing a darling smile at the paps. It confused Delilah, she didn’t understand why he felt the need to stand between her and them or that he had to give those ridiculous smiles. Delilah just kept pushing through, living life whilst attempting to get over her past.

Christmas time rolled around quicker than Delilah could’ve imagined and the inevitable question came from her boyfriend. “I think I should meet your parents.” He didn’t ask it as a question, he never did, he normally just said it and that was it. Charles’ nature almost seemed non-negotiable, Delilah was starting to feel uneasy about what kind of relationship she was in with this seemingly sweet, rugged man.

Up until Christmas came, Charles wouldn’t stop talking about how excited he was to meet the John Deacon. He no longer would ask questions about Delilah or ask her about her day, all he cared about was Queen and specifically her father’s roll in it. She didn’t really mind at first, understanding what it was like to have someone to look up to. She was so grateful that someone appreciated her father as much as she did and thus she didn’t quite mind answering a question or two about the luxuries of rockstar life.

Her relationship was going on 5 months long, yet it no longer felt like a relationship. It felt like the only person that was contributing was herself and even then it was barely. The separation didn’t help that Charles’ band was growing more popular (thanks to the paparazzi pictures finding out who he is), this made Charles much more focused on music than actually kissing his girlfriend hello. Yet, despite all of this, Delilah was still deeply in love with him, when he would kiss her, fireworks spread throughout her body. She longed for touch she didn’t allow herself to have but with Charles it was so easy to let herself go. So, he stayed.

Christmas was a quiet affair, all of her siblings were present with their S.O.’s, the warmth of the Deacon household was christened with Christmas. Delilah loved Christmas, it was always so warm and fuzzy. It also was the best because her older siblings used to sneak her eggnog that had a kick to it and her siblings actually spoke to her. Charles was a hit, her siblings and mother doting on him and making sure he was well fed.

“He seems nice.” John whispered, standing next to Delilah handing her the alcoholic drink. Delilah nodded, feeling at peace with how well having someone meet her family went. The rest of the holiday continued with presents and even Charles got a bunch of nerdy bass things from John. There was so much laughter, if only it had lasted so much longer.

A couple days later, Charles had completely ghosted Delilah. No texts, no calls, no emails, nothing. She didn’t want to seem clingy by sending him a constant stream of worried messages. Roger and Brian were kept in charge with making sure everything was okay, Deaky’s orders. Anxiety pooled in Delilah’s stomach. This went on for another week, she even went to the coffee shop he worked at only to discover that he no longer worked there. He could be dead, he could be hurt, hospitalized, anything, and Delilah was stuck not knowing what was going on.

On the eighth day of not knowing where her boyfriend was, Delilah received a text. We’re over, been seein one of the band’s fans, hope you don’t mind if i keep the bass stuff. And just like that, another rock bottom had been hit. Delilah read the message over and over again, trying to see if it was real, if it was Charles and trying to understand how everything in her life had changed within the matter of seconds, again.

The deep feeling of anguish roared into her chest, the brunet threw her phone across the room, catching the attention of Brian and Roger. This feeling she had wasn’t grief however, it was embarrassment, loneliness, heartbroken. The two men ran to her and grasped her shoulders trying everything to get her breathing to slow. The sobs were harsh, chest wrecking, her sweet, sweet Charles was gone. Someone normal and kind, who cared about her, gone. Delilah couldn’t understand what she did to deserve this life of sadness. The dark cloud that was once black over her head had started to become a lighter grey, but storms come and go, this time it seemed just as strong as the others.

All Delilah wanted was to be normal, to love and be loved. She didn’t ask for her family to be what it was, she didn’t ask for her family to be affected by this wretched disease. No, all Delilah wanted was a sense of normalcy in her shrouded world.

At some point one of the men had gotten up to get Delilah some water, Delilah didn’t know who and she didn’t care. All she could do was focus on the weight of the locket that brought a fraction of comfort. A shrill ringing overtook her ears, someone answering it, again, Delilah had no clue who was talking, her brain just running through the recent events.

The telly in front of her turned on, Roger’s hands shakily holding the remote. Images of her home, not the Lodge but her family home. Images of her dad, mother, and siblings talking and laughing. These would be normal pictures, family pictures that could’ve been kept for a keepsake. But they were in the news, a detail Delilah noticed was that it was Christmas. The only one who could’ve taken these pictures was… him. Her life, her private life not to mention her father’s life was exposed for the world to see. They had took such care of everything, keeping everything quiet and not trying to be bothered and all of that was being blown up right in front of their very own eyes.

This heartbreak was much worse, she knew she let everyone down. The Deacon family was very cautious about bringing outsiders in and Delilah broke the most important rule they had. The Deacon’s wanted a quiet and private life, but Delilah had to go and ruin everything.

Roger and Brian were trying to talk to her but still, her ears didn’t put together the functions needed for her brain to register the words. Nothing made sense, everything was going so well, but Delilah had to get close to someone like she did with Freddie, Jim, her siblings, friends from school, etc, and the end result turned catastrophic.

The tears poured out again, there was no coming back from this. Her life would be absolutely insane for a while now, paps trying to get more of her privacy that she clung to, people trying to learn more about who she was associated with. Brian’s arms held her tightly, whether that was to restrain her from doing something bad or for comfort she didn’t know. Delilah’s brain was going a million miles a second, trying to ground something.

The front door to the Lodge slammed open. “Delilah!” Her father roared, steam-rolling into where she was. The hairs on Delilah’s neck stood, her father knew how to use his words to tear someone apart piece by piece. She had heard plenty of stories and had even witnessed it once herself. Her regularly friendly father was pissed. Her mother was behind John, trying to hold him back, they both had tears streaming down their eyes, disappointment laced within them.

“How could you?” John whispered, he was so frustrated with his daughter that he couldn’t even think to notice how upset she was. “You ruined our privacy, your damn relationship and decisions ruined our lives.” He went on and on for what seemed like hours, using his words to pick apart every insecurity that she had to emphasize just how bad this whole situation was. Brian, Roger, and Delilah’s mother kept trying to get Deaky to stop but he kept going and going. By the end of the monologue, there was nothing left of Delilah’s heart. It was so broken that there were no longer pieces, it was just dust that was carried off into the wind.

For her whole life, Delilah just wanted to please her family, she just wanted to be like her Daddy or Uncle Freddie or her Mummy. Delilah wanted happiness but it seemed she would never happen again for her. There was nothing left for John to feast on it seemed. Everyone stood silently, not knowing what to say, tears were coming down in waterfalls, tears that should’ve been gone but Delilah figured with all of her sadness, they wouldn’t go away.  Roger moved to talk but John had one last thing on his mind, he looked at Delilah right in her blue eyes and spoke, not caring that they shone with tears just like they had when Freddie had died.

“I don’t want to see you anymore,” he whispered, almost too soft for her to hear. Her mom protested, saying that John was not thinking straight. “I don’t want to have any calls from you, texts, books, movies, dinners, lunches you name it, I don’t want it Delilah. You ruined our bloody lives, just like you ruined Fred’s” None of it made sense, nothing made sense. John turned on his heel and walked out, not caring about how the screams of anguish twisted his heart, not listening to Brian and Roger or his wife. He was blinded by madness so harshly that he couldn’t see that he had obliterated any kind of relationship that he had had with Delilah.

As for the brunet, she couldn’t take it anymore, she had to get out of the Lodge, not knowing where, she just knew she didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s lives like she thought she did.

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He’d be proud

This is my secret santa present for @maidenofbagend for the Harry Potter Secret Santa! It’s a prongsfoot fanfic that I hope you will enjoy!

“Why must this happen to meeeeeeeeee.”

“Well well, I never thought I’d see you on the bed contemplating life, if I might guess, wondering why you like a certain deer?”

Sirius threw a pillow at the person.

“Shut up Remus. I don’t have a crush on any deer, and it’s a stag not a deer.”

Remus smirked while Sirius’s eyes widened in realisation of his mistake and buried his face in his pillow.

“Oh come on, what is it this time?” Prodded Remus.

“You know, James has done so much for me, taking me in on holidays, pranking with me, being so kind and helpful…” Sirius trailed off.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to give him those last two compliments if I were you.”

“I just,” Sirius sighed, “I want to get him something nice for christmas.”

Remus laughed, it wasn’t often that Sirius let down his cool, smug-like demeanor to show weakness like this, and the fact that this was for his best friend made it even better.

“If it’s just about that I’m sure you can find something great. Remember, it has to come from the heart.” Reminded Remus.

The door flew open as James dramatically walked in, Remus rolled his eyes and Sirius laughed.

“I’m so sorry my dear Sirius but I do quite need Remus for as long as this activity takes.” Declared James.

Remus and Sirius looked at each other, Remus shrugged and got up from where he was sitting on the bed to follow James.

Sirius kept up his cool smirk until the door closed then threw the blankets over himself in an attempt to figure out how to cool his face down.

James on the other hand was in a similar situation, except he now had a reluctant ear for him to talk to.

“Remus I called him ‘dear’!” Wailed James as soon as he stepped out of earshot. Remus wondered why his two best friends were like this. “Remus, I need to get him the best present ever! But I don’t think he even really wants anything!”

Remus sat in a comfy chair in the Gryffindor common with his book that he managed to grab, James spread out on a couch, it was practically midnight and they could talk well without any peepers, as far as they cared at least.

“Remuuuuuuus.” James whined, “What do I get him for christmas?”

Remus’s eye twitched but he didn’t snap.

“I don’t know, why don’t you wrap yourself up in a bow and give him that?” Hinted Remus.

“Best friend status doesn’t carry that far.” James complained. Remus sighed, these two were going to need a lot of pushing to get an inch past ‘best friend status’.

He went back to reading his book before another whine came from the couch.

“Remus, I know me and Sirius are close, and I know I’m irresistible, and you’re helping me but… I think he has a crush on you.”

Remus froze and put his book down, James didn’t know all the nights that Sirius spent ranting about James’s messy hair, dorky glasses, the infuriating dance between him and James that kept them always within arms length, never more never less. However, James had a point, for someone who never knew what was said, who just knew the hours and that Sirius was dying to talk to Remus for some reason, it was quite likely that it could be true. But not in this case.

“Look, I think we both know that’s not true, and even if it were, that wouldn’t stop you from getting him a magnificent christmas present or be stressed about it, so let’s work on one thing at a time okay? Come on, let’s go to bed.”

“You haven’t done your transfiguration homework?” Asked James as he caught sight of Peter’s frantic writing.

“What’s another word for ‘this shows’?” Asked a very stressed Peter.

“Try using ‘this highlights’.” Suggested Remus, taking a bite of the very delicious-looking sandwich.

The four were sitting at the dining table, eating their breakfast and doing their homework and…

“Hey Padfoot, no matter how much you stare at my muffin I’m not giving it to you.” Teased James.

Sirius snapped out of his trance-like state, from staring not at the muffin but at a certain someone Remus observed. He quickly bounced back.

“That muffin? I was just wondering how you never get sick of the same muffin everyday, really, you’re going to turn into a muffin one day!”

“Hah!” Exclaimed James. “You’re saying that but in reality you think my muffin is awesome!” The two burst into laughter.

James leaned over to peep at what Peter was writing.

“Um, I don’t think Minnie wants an essay on changing pizzas into muffins…” Commented James.

“I can’t stand it! I can’t write this! I need food!” He cried.

“I can’t wait until the holidays!” James said, ignoring Peter shovelling food into his mouth. “You guys could come over!” Realised James perking up.

“As much as I’d like to, my mom would freak if I don’t go home.” Answered Sirius with a slightly downed tone.

“Then… send me an owl when you convince her, we could meet up a week before school maybe?”

“Remember, she infiltrates all the owls.” Pointed out Sirius semi-dejectedly.

At that point the bell rang and sent the four scrambling for their books and equipment and imminent doom.

“Cleaning the trophy room is boring.” Declared James.

“Yes but we were 10 minutes late to class.” Pointed out Remus.

“Why did Professor have to split up me and Sirius?” Protested James as he attempted to wipe off the dust on a glass cabinet.

“She had a point, as long as you two were together there’d be no way the detention would be properly carried out.” Remus pointed out.

“Well in that case… Remus I still have no idea what to get him for christmas!!!” James complained, “And not much time to get it!”

“Why not a mirror, so you can feed his big ego?” Suggested Remus.

“A mirror is boring… “

“A phone?”

“What’s a phone…”

“It’s something muggles use to communicate with each other.”

“But that’s a muggle thing…” James’s eyes suddenly lit up, as if struck by a lightning bolt of inspiration. “You’re brilliant Remus! If I get him a mirror that we can use to communicate then there’s no way his mom can take it from him right? All I have to do is make it so that the mirror reflects what the other mirror should be reflecting! And audio of course… You’re a genius!”

“Well when am I not?”

Would a genius push their two best friends, who clearly want to get together, off a cliff? Yes, yes they would. Should he? Yes, yes he should. Can he? No, unfortunately there are not enough cliffs in Hogwarts that are convenient to push people off, and there aren’t any books in Azkaban. Would a genius push together, not just anyone, but Sirius Black and James Potter? The two biggest idiots and pranksters on the planet? No. Definitely not. But he shall do it anyway.

A slight trip and push landed Sirius a spot in James’s arms. It didn't end there though, nothing the marauders did ended at just that, no, James caught him like a fairy tale and spun him around. ‘Where did the rose in James’s mouth come from?’ Questioned Remus in his head. They threw their heads up in a flourish and ended on a showy pose. James looked down for a split second only the other marauders could see from their front row seats and proceeded to drop his best friend on the floor of the great hall, for now their fellow students can go back eating their dinner in peace.

James blinked in surprise then profusely apologised. Sirius made a big show of spinning his head around dizzily.

“Remus, I think I have a headache, take me to Madame Pomfrey.” Sirius then grabbed onto Remus’s hand and pulled him along out of the hall.

“What are you-”

“Remus I can't take it…” Sirius sighed. “Not that close, not that intimate just not that, you know?” Sirius looked at Remus for confirmation, a longing in his eyes.

“Then tell him already for goodness sake! It’s not my place to confess for you, you know?” Remus said.

“I would but…” Sirius looked away, “I don't think he'll say yes.”

“On what basis?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Remus, it's so obvious, he likes you.” Sirius stated sorrowfully.

Remus thought back to the time where James basically begged him to help woo Sirius, the time that Remus had to listen to an hour of ranting about Sirius’s amazing comebacks and so on, these two were crazy similar yet surprisingly dense to no one but the other.

“Look Sirius, even if he does for some insane reason have a crush on me, I’d turn him down.” Remus deadpanned. Sirius stared at him.

“What?”

“Well yeah, I don't have any feelings for James and there is someone right beside me who’d be perfect for him.” Remus nudged him with his elbow playfully.

“Thanks.” The two started walking back to the great hall. “You know I’m thinking a scrapbook…”

As they ate dinner Remus thought of possible date ideas, library? They would never. Picnic? Not grand enough. Astronomy tower? Too cramped. Now Remus was starting to reconsider the idea of pushing the two off a cliff, maybe into the lake would be more feasible. Wait, this year they can finally go to Hogsmeade! And Remus knows for a fact that the two have the signatures ready so…

“So, The trip to Hogsmeade is coming up soon, where do you two want to go first?” Asked Remus.

“I don’t know, oh! They said that they have a joke shop! Let’s all go and get materials!” Exclaimed James.

“What about the Three Broomsticks? We can all go-” Started Sirius.

“Actually,” Remus cut in, swinging his arm onto Peter’s shoulder. “Me and Peter have plans for Hogsmeade.” Said Remus calmly.

“We do?” Asked Peter blankly.

“Remember? We have some christmas shopping to do, alone.” Emphasized Remus. James and Sirius shared a mildly suspicious look.

“Better get us amazing presents!” Teased Sirius.

James and Sirius walked into the Three Broomsticks in awe, Hogsmeade was truly magical, even to those who had grew up in it. They snagged a comfy little table, they saw some of their fellow students but when they looked like they might come over they seemed to change their minds. The two were good at keeping up appearances but on the inside both were freaking out, it was so obvious that this was meant to be a cute little date for the two but they had danced this ‘best friend’ dance for so long that it was hard to step out.

“So, how is life?” Asked Sirius in a joking way, putting his face to rest on top of his palm, propping himself up.

“Well,” Began James, mimicking Sirius’s pose. “How is the most handsome person in the world?” The pickup line had been set in place, ready for Sirius to ping-pong it back but…

“Amazing, thanks for asking.” Replied Sirius coolly, making a mental note to try and quell the butterflies in his stomach.

They both laughed for a bit before discussing about a bit of light quidditch then lapsing into awkward silence.

“So… Remus and Peter went christmas shopping huh?”

“Yeah… On that note, have you gotten my gift yet?”

James had a look of terror on his face before replying: “All done and wrapped in time for christmas.” He boasted gleefully. “What about you?”

“You really think you’d be done before me? I finished ages ago.” Sirius inwardly panicked, he had started the scrapbook but it was only half-done.

“That sure is convincing.” James pointed out before bursting into laughter with Sirius.

“Are you sure about this Remus?” Asked Peter. The two of them were under James’s very handy invisibility cloak, Remus was watching James and Sirius walk into the restaurant. Remus finally explained everything to Peter (who was legitimately

unaware of everything that was happening) and made sure their unofficial date was a success. He managed to hand all the other students notes saying to keep away from the two, and was monitoring them.

“Yes. Not really but if I don’t do this now I will have to live more of this nonsense before christmas official comes.”

“Is that their new strawberry cheesecake crumpet?!” Asked Peter, dashing out, pulling off their invisibility cloak off. It was quite dark so not many noticed it but Sirius saw him and immediately made a beeline for him, almost spilling with news. James also got up and started going towards him and Remus panicked.

Remus grabbed Sirius’s hand and with some quick maneuvering managed to get it in James’s, carrying with the momentum a twirl.

“Take Sirius, dance with him, kiss him and shut him up please.” Pleaded Remus.

James looked into Sirius’s grey eyes, Sirius into James’s hazel. The bulk of the restaurant was watching. The moment stretched out and instead of dropping Sirius like the incident before (he is never going to live that down) James pulled Sirius up to connect their lips.

The entire restaurant was clapping and hooting and many stood up to give a standing ovation. There were fireworks in the background and this was truly where the both of them belonged, in the middle of a crowd right next to each other.

James hefted Sirius to his feet and they both had huge arching smiles that haven’t been seen for forever. Remus joined them as they started towards the door.

“Did something happen?” Asked Peter, sprinting to catch up with them.

The Marauders laughed and headed back towards the big castle of Hogwarts.

“Come on.” Whined James. “Your parents won’t allow you to be away on christmas, neither will yours or yours or mine!” Gesturing to all the Marauders. “And I want to see your faces when you  open my presents!”

“He holds a valid point.” Noted Sirius.

“Just Marauder presents though, I am opening all of my other presents on christmas day itself.” Finalised Remus.

The other three nodded with so much enthusiasm that Remus couldn’t help to laugh.

They started opening their presents, shouting with glee.

“A mirror?” Said Sirius quizzically, then immediately started posing in front of it.

“Nope! That’s what you think but actually, you see in this mirror what you are supposed to be seeing in the other.” Explained James with pride.

“We can see each other even when my mother doesn’t want me to!” Squealed Sirius, grabbing James and pulling him into a kiss, which, has been a regular occurrence ever since that date.

“Open mine now.” Said Sirius with excitement, passing the parcel over.

“Is this a… scrapbook?” Asked James.

“Yep! I added as many photos as I could, especially the embarrassing ones!” They spent all night looking through the book, even when the Head Prefect told them that some people needed to sleep. The four of them went home that year with the biggest smiles ever and constantly laughing, two of them with a newfound relationship and happiness.

“I remember that, you gave me and James ‘portable fans’.”

“Yep, a very good decision if you ask me.”

“What was it you said? Oh yes. ‘The next time either of you say ‘I’m so hot’ there is a fan right there.’ Very sassy.”

The two looked wistfully out of Sirius’s window.

“Do you think Harry is going to have a christmas as good as that?”

“Well if Molly gets ahold of him I guarantee you he will, and as long as you are around I’m sure he will also be happy, Sirius.” Sirius smiled sadly.

“I miss him.”

“There isn’t a soul who doesn’t.”

“Death Eaters?”

“They don’t have souls.” The two laughed slightly, not nearly as full or as carefree as they were when they were thirteen but when you are both scarred, scared and in the middle of a war, that is good enough.

“Well I’ve got to go, Nymphadora is expecting me soon.”

“Doesn’t she hate people calling her that?”

“Your point?”

“James would be proud.” Remus gave Sirius a tired smile.

Sirius sat in his room, it was decorated with red and gold, quidditch posters and so on, yes. James would be proud.

[ssamie]

eleven. “get your girl!”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist.     suicide freak!

"was our sleepover fun, kenma-kun?" she chirped

"no. your place had suicidal traps and schemes littered all around" kenma sighed

she laughed at him as he continued to put on his shoes. kenma was forced to stay with her last night as per her request. and, of course, true to her word, they had loads of fun.

"it wasn't that bad" she pouted playfully

"there was a toaster in your bathtub, so i couldn't take a proper bath. and the only 'food' you have is a bottle of muriatic acid and candy" kenma deadpanned

"hey, i offered to feed you a full course meal!" she defended

"y-your body does not count!" kenma argued back. a faint pink hue was sploched on his cheeks as he refused to look at her.

"well whatever, let's go meet the others before we head out" she said. as the pair made their way to the agency's office, atsushi was already there along with kunikida. kenji was sleeping while ranpo was just munching on his snacks, like usual.

"good morning!" she chirped out in a la-di-da tone

"good morning, y/n-san" atsushi greeted back with a warm smile

"goomorwing" ranpo mumbled back, though it was muffled by the snacks in his mouth

"hehe, kunikida-kun~" she cooed out "were gonna head out now, kunikida-kun! we're borrowing your wallet for some pancakes on the way~"

kunikida clicked his tounge and stood up from his chair. he stomped over to her and snatched the wallet that somehow made its way into her hands. "no way in hell, you bandage-squandering-machine!" kunikida exclaimed

kenma simply stretched his arm out for her to fall onto as she dramatically screamed and stumbled back  "agh!" she exclaimed as she recoiled into an unamused kenma's chest

"n-nice nickname there, kunikida-kun" she let out a strained laugh "that stung... just a little"

"tch, if you got so much time wandering around then you might as well write a report about your capture by the port mafia" kunikida said

she chuckled lowly and spun around, only to be found sporting a serious and aloof expression "atsushi-kun." she called out

"yes?" atsushi perked up, his dual-toned eyes sparkling with determination

"write the report for me." she commanded in a serious tone

"hah?" atsushi huffed out

"well then, kenma-kun and i will be going! bye-bye~" she cooed as she waved them goodbye. kenma waved at them as they stepped out of the agency's office.

"oi! you better be back here after school, brat!" kunikida shouted. though his words were faint since they were already running off.

"well then, ready for school kenma?" she cooed

"no, i just wanna relax" kenma grumbled

"wasn't last night enough relaxation, pudding?" she mused with a sly smirk

"no, it wasn't" kenma shuddered "i told you i wasn't down to have ˢᵉˣ and yet-"

"oh, look at that! isn't that chuuya~" she cut him off with a playful grin "it seems he's not alone, akutagawa-kun is looking real tall compared to him" she hummed

by now kenma was just confused, frustrated and lowkey scared. "literally what?" he muttered "akutagawa..?" kenma muttered. "wait- isn't that the port mafia guy in the news?!" he whisper shouted

"he's still coughing up his lung like its no one's business" she chuckled as she waved her hand around "that boy really needs to invest in an inhaler or something.. or maybe some water will do.." she muttered to herself

kenma chose to ignore her as he simply tugged her arm and ran away towards the station. they scurried away all while trying not to be seen by the two men. "are you crazy?! weren't those the guys that took you?" kenma whisper shouted

"i remember you mentioning an akutagawa last night" he sighed "and not to mention that chuuya guy was there too."

"they're harmless" she reassured with a smile

"they're in the port mafia." kenma deadpanned "actually, can we please discuss the fact that you're affiliated with the mafia-"

"no." she said with a smile

"anyways, we should go.. nekomata-san said something about cleaning out the gym lockers"

kenma gaped at her as she started walking further, leaving him behind. all while sporting that goofy grin, acting as if she didn't just come across two mafiosos.

"fine, whatever.."

"what happened to you yesterday , y/n-senpai?" lev asked with a small smile

"oh nothing, lev" she chuckled dismissively "i just had a psychic tell me that if i jumped into the river near the village, my death would be guaranteed." she hummed out with a nod “so i decided to try it out" she grinned

"woah!! so did it work?" lev asked back

"lev you fucking idiot" yaku sighed

kuroo watched them and laughed along, leaving lev to fend for himself as yaku kicked his back. kuroo nudged kenma with his elbow, smirking suggestively as he wiggles his brows

"what kuroo." kenma sighed "soo.. how'd it go with your lady? hm?" kuroo grinned teasingly

kenma flushed a bright pink and buried his face into the collars of his jacket, so only his eyes could be seen. "i-it was.. yeah-" he stammered

"oya oya~ what's this supposed to mean?" kuroo sneered

"it means kenma here is a real treat in be-" she was cut off as kenma slapped her with the mop "no!" kenma shrieked flusteredly "were going away now!" was the only thing he said before dragging the girl into the lockerooms

"WHAT THE HELLSNKAKAJA" the team laughed and hollered as kuroo burst out into his hyena cackle

"wow kenma! you could've killed me with that mop" she laughed "do it again!"

"KYANMA IS ALL GROWN UP NOW!" kuroo laugh-cried "KYANMAAA HOW COULD YOU?! I WAS GONNA MARRY Y/N-CHAANN" yamamoto cried out

"stop teasing him guys, he'll get mad" kai sweatdropped as he tried to ease the team down

"yeah...so how's it feel to be one-upped by your best friend, mr.chemistry nerd?" yaku sneered as he held in his laughs

kuroo immediately stopped laughing as he sent yaku an unamused glare "HAH?! SHUT UP YOU GENETIC ANOMALY!" kuroo yelled at him

completely ignoring their loud voices, kenma and y/n arrived in the lockeroom and proceeded with the cleaning "i can't believe that just happened" kenma shook his head disappointingly

she chuckled and patted his back as they started cleaning out the lockers. "aww, don't be so down kenma-kun" she cooed

"i'll help you clean the lockers if that makes you feel better" she said as she hugged him from behind

"stop hugging me" kenma hissed at her "and that doesn't make me feel better because it's your job in the first place"

"anyways, look at lev's locker!" she said with an innocent whistle as she opened the locker.

"oya oya" she mumbled "lev is truly adorable.. but kind of.. strange, per say"

"what is it?" kenma asked. she snickered and pulled out an ungodly amount of cat food packed in tupperwares.

"what the hell." kenma sweat dropped "does he eat that or something?" kenma muttered while scrunching up his face

"i'd hope not, but let's leave this here" she chuckled "any ways.. how about checking out my locker?" she suggested with a smile as she skipped over to the locker in the furthest row

"aren't you curious to see what's in my locker, kenma-kun?" she cooed tauntingly

kenma sighed but followed her anyways "sure. part of me is, part of me isn't" he said

"here we go.." she paused dramatically as she pulled on the handle "tada!" she exclaimed as she slammed it open, presenting him a noose tied to a piece of wood which was stuck at the top.

"what the hell?!" kenma shrieked

"its a y/n-style suicide corner locker!" she announced excitedly

"i thought so, but that's creepy!" kenma exclaimed "not even the lockers are suicide-free"

"why?" kenma grumbled

"well you see, it's actually very convenient" she said "tip it over once you're done, and it instantly turns into a coffin!" she giggled menicingly

kenma sighed as he eyed her locker and her awfully enthusiastic grin. "please don't try to sell it to me like some time-saving product" he said

she then huffed out a breath of air and slyly smirked as she pushed the locker close "geez, im getting bored.. aren't you, kenma?" she said with an exaggerated sigh

"you show off your locker and now you're content?!" kenma scoffed in disbelief

she grinned mischievously and skipped away "why don't we ditch this place and go have some ramen?" she proposed

"we just got here like two hours ago" kenma said "and im pretty sure nekomata-san won't let us go just like that"

"aw, cmon! come with me, kenma-kun~ i wanna eat with you~" she whined out

"fine, fine" kenma groaned "just cover for me if i end up getting scolded"

"of course!" she beamed at him. she then threw away the unused cleaning supplies, confidently striding out the door, leaving the locker room as dirty as it was before

"oya oya~ did you have fun in there?" kuroo asked teasingly

"yup!" she replied "in fact, we had so much fun that we decided to expand our dopamine-inducing activities all the way into the ramen shop downtown!"

the team sweat dropped as she started shamelessly marching off to the gym's exit, dragging along kenma, who now had his nose buried in his game

"wait, y/n-san" nekomata stopped her. she froze mid step and slowly turned back around, sending the coach a nervous smile "yes?" she asked

"before you go, we need to discuss a few things for future tournaments" nekomata said "were gonna need some new tactics, so maybe you can suggest something?" he said

"hmm, i'll do some research later on" she hummed out

"but we're gonna be playing against fukurodani and nohebi then right?" shibayama chimed in "oooh~ i've never heard of this 'nohebi' you speak of" she cooed out in amusement

"i would've guessed" kuroo said "daisho's face would be enough to kill you, it's crazy!" he chuckled

y/n's eyes glimmered as she shook kenma's shoulders excitedly "seriously?!"

"no, and that was supposed to be a bad thing" kuroo chuckled, a fond smile resting on his lips as he watched her deflate at his words

"oh, i've got it!" she piped up "i know what we should do!" she smirked up at the team, her eyes basically sparkling as she looked at them as if she held all the answers in the world.

"let's just give up and die" she exclaimed

nekoma looked at her with blank smiles, nodding along as her confident smile never leaves her lips "let's not do that" nekomata butted in "instead, we need to practice more"

"so kenma, y/n.. since you two are going out anyways, go ahead and buy the team some snacks when you return"

while nodding enthusiastically, she practically bolted out of the gym, dragging kenma along by his collar like a cat

"y/n, let go of me" kenma grumbled as he struggled to play his game

she simply ignored him and took one of his hands anyway. she intertwined their fingers while she swings their arms back and forth

"i lost" kenma sighed in defeat as he pocketed his phone he looked down at their hands and smiled, letting her swing their arms around like a child while she sings some strange 'suicide song'

"are you sure you're supposed to be wandering around after what happened to you?" kenma asked "i mean, i didn't believe you at first about the mafia thing, but obviously you weren't lying.."

she chuckled and shook her head "oh please" she sneered "what do you expect is gonna happen? you really think they'd approach me in broad daylight-"

she cut herself off as she saw chuuya and akutagawa walking towards their direction

"nevermind. they are indeed approaching me in broad daylight"

kenma didn't react much, but his hand squeezed hers tighter and he ducked his head down in a way of hiding himself. y/n glanced worriedly at him before meeting eyes with chuuya

"kenma, is running from mafiosos perhaps listed in your bucket list?" she asked playfully

"no.. why-"

"well then cross that shit off because we're gonna need to run"

"i wanna go back" kenma panted out "all this running isn't good for my teenager body" he whined

"we ran like three blocks, kenma" she laughed softly

"thats too much" he pouted

they finally arrived at their initial destination, the ramen shop which they planned to eat at. "im so tired" kenma muttered as he rested his head on the table. while, across from him, y/n was sat, playing with the ends of his faux blond hair while she waits for their food to arrive

"ma'am, sir, here's your food!" the waitress announced as she stands before them, holding a tray of two ramens

"thank you, belladonna~" y/n cooed at her, making the girl giggle

"damn. didn't know girls like her were your type" kenma commented as he loudly slurps at his noodles. he narrowed his eyes at her, grumbling to himself while y/n unbotherdly eats her food

"well, i like all women kenma-kun" she said "but she, especially, looked like someone to agree on a double suicide"

"what about men." he asked

"it depends" she shrugged "for example, you would probably never say yes to a double suicide proposal.."

"but i bear with it because you're cute <3"

"oh okay."

a wave of comfortable silence washed over them as they continued eating, with y/n blurting out jokes here and then

"kenma-kun.." she suddenly piped up, her tone was guarded, almost as if she was on edge "yes..?" kenma answered back hesitantly

"it seems there's something inevitable in my agenda" she sighed

"huh? what is it?" kenma asked worriedly

she then stood up and smiled sheepishly at him "i gotta go to the bathroom!" she exclaimed. kenma deadpanned, though he sighed in relief as he watched her make her way to the comfort room

just as he was about to pull out his phone, somebody had cleared their throat. well, it was more like coughing for half a minute straight, but let's not get into that.

"so it's you." akutagawa muttered in a low tone

"um.. can i help you.." kenma muttered back nervously

he gulped as he fiddled with his twitching hands. it was no mistaking that the man dressed in all black was akutagawa himself. he's made quite a name for himself after appearing in quite a few news articles and headlines.

"i don't get what y/n-san sees in you" akutagawa scoffed

kenma furrowed his brows but didn't say anything back. his glare alone was enough to leave him shaking in displeasure and anxiety. kenma could feel akutagawa's hatred, anger, and jealousy practically eating at him.

"tch. first that wretched tiger, and now you. as far as my respect goes for her, this is just sad." akutagawa said with a scowl "her standards in subordinates and companions have gone down the drain." akutagawa sighed

kenma took in a breath of air and opened his mouth to speak. "um.. are you-"

"dont speak to me, you pest" akutagawa snarled at him "your existence is not only a disgrace to society, but your presence around me is displeasing and disgusts me to the core."

kenma didn't speak after that. why would he? this actual criminal just called him a pest and a disgrace, after all.

in all honesty, all kenma could think about was:

'what is with that vocabulary?'

"oh my, couldn't you tell this was the ladies bathroom?" she chuckled as she made eye contact with chuuya through the mirror "or were you too short to see the sign?" she teased

chuuya scoffed and locked the bathroom doors, making sure no one was inside and that no one could enter.

"what do you want, chuuya?" she asked, her bubbly smile dropping as she leaned back against the sink

"isn't it obvious?" chuuya replied

"no not really" she shrugged, laughing under her breath as she eyes him suggestively "is it because you wanna make out? go for a quickie? or-"

"SHUT UP! as if i'd wanna do that with you!" chuuya yelled at her

"oh please, you act as if i'd want to as well" she scoffed "the only thing i actually like about you is maybe your taste in shoes" she hummed

chuuya blinked dumbfoundedly at her words, as he looked down to inspect his shoes. "you think?" he muttered quietly

"just kidding, ofcourse" she sneered

"you-!" chuuya yelled in aggravation as he went in to kick her head, but sadly missed as she ducked down

"give it up" she sighed "just tell me what you want and let's leave each other be" she said

chuuya clicked his tongue and pulled out a back envelope sealed with wax. "boss wants to give you this." he said, handing her the envelope "said something about claiming back your place as executive"

she smiled in amusement as she inspected the paper. "is that so.." she trailed off. she turned around to turn the tap on, letting the water run as she placed the envelope under it, letting it soak and slowly break away.

"well, tell mori-san that i appreciate the welcoming invitation, but i'd have to say no" she said

chuuya's eye twitched at her answer, feeling himself feel dissatisfied and angered. "tch, what the hell, asshole?" chuuya exclaimed as he grabbed her by the collar of her nekoma uniform

"oya? is something wrong, chuuya?" she asked calmly

"why won't you come back?! you're gonna waste your damn life rotting away in that agency!" he exclaimed with gritted teeth "you'll have everything back in the mafia! why won't you come back!"

"we can be partners again!"

she didn't answer, but simply stood still, letting him crumple her shirt in his balled fists as he let out ragged breaths. the sound of the still running water filled the air.

"chuuya.."

she sighed and pried his hands off of her, turning around to turn off the faucet before facing him once again. "i joined the agency in accordance to a dear friend's advice." she said "i was told i'd find a my reason to keep living, and more so the path to clear my mind of evil and good."

"being with you again would most definitely be wonderful"

chuuya looked up at her, his throat drying up as he watched her take off a small golden star pin from her school tie. he didn't stop her as she started placing it on his coat. nor did he stop her when she placed a small kiss on the back of his hand.

"but maybe in another life, we could be partners once more" she chuckled

"that pin suits you" she said "it matches with your hair. keep it on, alright?"

it was all she said before walking off, opening the door and closing it behind her, leaving him alone with the faint sounds of dripping water. chuuya looked in the mirror, fiddling with the pin with his hands.

"tch. another life, my ass" he scowled, wiping off the tears that brimmed his eyes

"why the hell do i have to wait that long?"

as she stepped out of the comfort room, she walked back to the table she and kenma were sitting at, only to find him literally itching to run off. as kenma made eye contact with her, he immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door

"woah woah! calm your horses, pudding" she chuckled "what's wrong?"

"what's wrong is the fact that akutagawa came up to me and literally started degrading and insulting me???" he exclaimed

"what?" she asked with furrowed brows

"he was badmouthing me with really deep words and insults! like, i didn't even know what some of the words meant.." kenma grumbled "im so glad he left after like five minutes"

"also, what took you so long?" kenma asked her "i got caught up in a conversation with an old friend, that's all" she answered nonchalantly

"right.." kenma nodded, though he wasn't convinced. he took notice of her crinkled shirt and collar, as well as the lone pin that she always wears, which was now missing.

"y/n? can we just go back please?" kenma pleaded

"of course, kenma" she said with a smile "im sorry you had to deal with akutagawa-kun"

"its fine.. i just wanna go back" he said in a dismissive tone

the walk back to nekoma was quiet. they had stopped by a nearby gas station for some snacks to give to the boys, but other than that, no one really talked.

"im gonna ask kuroo something" kenma said before he walked off

she simply nodded with a raised brow as she watched the pudding head march up to his best friend

"y/n-senpai!" inouka called for her. shaking her head, she disregarded kenma and rushed over to the first years.

"kuroo, i need advice." kenma blurted out "oya oya? what kind of advice?" kuroo asked back

"the y/n kind" kenma groaned

"we went out to eat but at some point she went to the bathroom.." kenma started

"i asked her why she took so long, and she told me she talked to a friend. but im pretty sure it's that chuuya person"

kuroo crossed his arms as he looked at his friend questioningly "what makes you say that?" he asked

"we ran into him for a quick moment, then i saw the guy with him at the ramen shop" kenma answered vaguely

"well.. i dunno much about what happened but.." kuroo trailed off "i think theres really only one thing you could do" the bedhead captain said

"and that is?"

"confess your feelings, duh!" kuroo whisper shouted

"i-i don't have feelings for her!" kenma whisper shouted back

"you did not just say that, oh my fucking god" kuroo groaned out in aggravation "you're literally asking me for love advice because you got jealous over an old acquaintance of hers" kuroo deadpanned

"i never said i was jealous.." kenma muttered sheepishly "you don't need to say it, i could already tell" kuroo laughed at him "but seriously, kenma.." kuroo mused, a huge grin creeping up onto his lips as he slapped his hand on kenma's back

"go get your girl!"

[yukari455]

The fun story of me getting robbed last Thursday!

So yeah based on the title you can only imagine how this story freaking goes. Lets start with i wasn’t home when this happened, but my boyfriend was. 

Average Thursday i wake up day was shit, its holiday season at a grocery store i work at so things were non stop. And usually that’s a good thing but on this day my anxiety wasn’t feeling great so for me i was in a bit of panic mode. So my day goes by i feel like shit and tell my friends all i wanna do is go home. My day ends with me going home at my off time luckily not over it this time (and i don’t get payed overtime so im super thankful i didn’t have to wait till after i was supposed to go home to leave. Because damn do the night managers at our store have a shit time keeping track of when people go home.) So yeah i go home complain about my day to my mother then say “all i wanna do now is just play spyro and relax after my shit day.” which is what i proceed to do.

That is until i grab my controller it the power button and hear no click of the ps4 turning on. I look over to see only my ps3 there, no ps4 in sight. I think oh um maybe my boyfriend needed it for some reason he was home all day. So i ask him if hes seen it, I get a big fat no from him. I proceeded to tell my mom. “um mom my ps4 is missing?” in the most confused tone. Shes like yea sure it didn’t fall off your dresser, im like no those things pretty much don’t move on their own. We then search our house like some shitty scavenger hunt like someone just hid the damn thing and never find it. Thus i start to panic, my mom calls the only two people who have key’s to our house one having a damn good alibi of his gf just having their baby so like hes constantly at the hospital so i kinda instantly ruled him out even though he has a not so clean background. Next is my aunt who living pretty damn far but work by our house, which i don’t know what she said to my mom but it pretty much made us think i don’t think she did it maybe? Ether way lastly i question my boyfriend (who will i ad later is offended that i asked him which i get since we’re pretty certain it isn’t him since he made suggestions to help us that if we used and it was him would make it pretty damn obvious such as us using a electronic code from our wifi router that we could give to Sony and they could track it if it was on and connected to the internet.) So that’s done all suspects questioned and were DAMN confused at this point. They only thing we can think of is that the door was left unlocked, or someone is lying. We then proceed to call the cops which are no help and say its sorta a can’t help thing because we gave family house keys and bs that i got as the reality of the situation but still as a anxiety ridden girl who just lost one of the few things she has to calm the fuck down kinda was like this is so major bowl shit can you at least sound less like you don’t give a shit. So boom done with that at least we have a incident number and shit to give to sony if we need it. But then again i don’t have my serial number for my ps4 so still outa luck. 

So here we come to the good part of our story and conclusion, Today nearly a week later i have good news and bad news. Bad news we still don’t know who stole my ps4 (which i will add all they stole was the PS4 and its tv plug in cords so my power cord and hdmi cord which i only owned one of those so kinda pissed me off more. They also left behind my controller and games which were sitting right next to the damn thing. Also note all my medications were on my computer desk right next to it. All those things still there so the robber wanted to hurt me and only take my ps4 i guess and im assume pawn it since they didn’t take the controllers) So yeah thats the bad news, we also changed our locks and plan to never give out keys to family again since we don’t know who we can trust. Ok so the good news! Since my ps4 went missing my boyfriend has lent me his ps4 to play and use in the meantime since he knows its kinda how i distress and keep from going crazy. Even better news my mothers boyfriend gave her 200 dollars twords getting me a new ps4 so today we were gonna get me one. But things changed without me knowing my father actually purchased a ps4 for me to replace it at a price that i thought was sold out so i was extra surprised he found one for 199.99. So at least things are gonna sorta go back to normal now. 

SO whats the moral kids? Don’t trust people, lock your doors and take pictures and keep serial numbers of your belongings. Not to sound so down but its the hard truth, we suspect a member of our family or trusted friend stole something important from only me. I don’t know who i can trust anymore and my room doesn't feel like my safe sanctuary anymore. I don’t wanna be that person who no longer trusts but i feel like i need to be now. So be careful who you trust, and sorry for bad news near such a together filled holiday. 

[withasideofeggsy]

In the AM :: Im Jaebum

Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs​ and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!

(Bless the soul who took this picture)

Word count: 28K (Mother of god)

Warning: coarse language, drunk people, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

Part 2

Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.

Jaebum pov

I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.

“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.

“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”

To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.

I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.

“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.

She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.

“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”

Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.

“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.

The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.

“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.

Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.

“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.

Your pov

I was running as if my life depended on it, and it probably was with this asshole creep stalking me. Work was rough like always with intoxicated greasy men trying to snag you home and now god was testing me by having this creep jump me. I could barely see with my tear-blurred vision but his loud booming voice motivated me to run raster than I’d ever had in my life. With adrenaline pumping through my veins I didn’t realize that there was a large group of men blocking my path until I slammed right into them. I quickly bow stuttering out an apology before trying to continue on home.

“Hey girly, watch where you are going huh? You spilled my beer all over my shirt!” One of the burly men slurred, great they were drunks.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat causing him to tut.

“A shirt for a shirt, take off yours babe and we can have some fun,” he suggests slyly reaching out to touch my exposed back.

I nervously step back, making contact with a sculpted body. Before I could successfully jump forward to break the contact the person held me tightly against his front.

“She said sorry, so fuck off,” says the voice behind me nonchalantly.

I break eye contact with the furious grubby drunkard to look up at my saviour. I practically jumped out of my skin when I see my “saviour” to only be the man who literally jumped me not even a minute ago. Was this a save to conquer situation? I wanted to pull away but for someone who dragged my ass into an alley to profusely scream at my face and then proceeded to rip the only jacket I owned to shreds – I felt quite safe in his arms. Well safer than to be at the dispense of the group of intoxicated men. I was taken aback by how calm and collected his entire aura seemed, he was indeed the human personification of a ticking time bomb. The group of drunks started to growl and advance like a pack of wolves closing on their prey. I subconsciously snuggle closer to the even scarier man behind me. In which he gladly pulls me behind him where I proceeded to clutch onto the back of his leather jacket.

“Do you know who you are talking to?” One of the men growls causing the tall well built man before me to chuckle.

“Maybe you should stop eying the girl and take a good look at who you are talking to.”

I was doomed.

How was pretty boy going to save me from a group of 8 brawny men? Should I just make a dash for it when they beat up this guy?  Is that wrong of me? Then again he attacked me first. I could be at home chilling in my pjs by now. All these thoughts swam through my head that I almost missed the scene that unfolded before me. Reluctantly the man who I bumped into looked up first, no matter how bad it hurt his ego to follow this stranger’s suggestion. I move my hands from the leather to gingerly hold his waist in anticipation. I watched in awe and slight worry, when the intoxicated man stumbled backwards. The man’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as one by one his friends started to do the same. As if the situation couldn’t get any weirder the group of men started to profusely bow their heads.

“I-I apologize JB! Please I’m drunk I didn’t know I was disrespecting you sir!” the man was a stuttering mess, and to be honest I’m not sure if I should feel smug about this or be terrified for my life.

Who was this guy?

The man, supposedly called JB, simply chuckles deeply instead of giving him a reply. The man stands there with his head lowered in anticipation as JB hummed.

“You alright?”

I blinked for a few moments taken aback by his unexpected soft side before nodding up at him.

“Consider yourself lucky then,” he sighs facing the group.

Relief fills me knowing that I wasn’t going to witness what this man JB was capable of doing that made him so notoriously well known on this side of town. The men collectively bowed and apologized once more only halting when JB lifted his hand in a silencing gesture. I hear the desperate shuffling of feet to get out of the proximity in case JB’s act of mercy fell short. I squeeze his waist subconsciously and he takes me by surprise wen he looks over his shoulder to flash me a small smile. I drop my hands back to my side looking away bashfully.

“Thanks…I guess considering that you jumped me earlier,” I wince at how sarcastic it came out.

I usually would take pride in my sarcasm but I realized that this guy could be the Asian equivalent of the Godfather. I rub at my arms awkwardly when he decided to stay silent instead of cussing me out, which I’ve pretty much associated with him. He scoffs rolling his eyes so hard he probably saw his brain. Another awkward silence envelopes us in the cold winter night causing me to sniffle.

“Um…this isn’t a save and conquer right?” I ask to be sure causing him to roll his eyes once again.

“No,” he clears his throat, “I’m sorry for attacking you earlier. I uh…thought you were someone else.”

I nod slowly still not maintaining eye contact with the handsome stranger.

“I guess that’s okay since you saved me and all…um I’m gonna head home now it’s kinda cold,” I mumble hugging myself as a futile attempt to maintain my body heat.

It took real effort in to not cuss him out, afterall I was cold because he destroyed the only jacket I owned and it was in the stark middle of winter. I kept the anger at bay though to take one final glance at him before turning on my heel.

“Wait,” he puts a hand on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

I reluctantly turn around to watch him shrug out of his leather jacket.

“Sorry about your jacket…you must be freezing,” he cheekily grins knowing fully well that this was all his fault.

I lick my dry lips and tugged my bottom one between my teeth shyly. I squeeze my eyes shut when he took a step forward only daring to open them again when I felt the warm embrace of the soft leather drape on my shoulders. He tugs the jacket closed with his beautifully long slender fingers.

“This is really not necessary…” I mumble attempting to shimmy off the jacket but he stubbornly held the jacket securely closed.

The man was painfully pushy, but I was already well aware of this when he physically pushed me into a wall earlier.

“Hold onto it for me until you get another,” he states coolly.

I couldn’t catch the scoff fast enough before it left my lips.

“Yeah I’ll keep this forever then. Like I mentioned before, I’m poor you jerk and you still ruined the only jacket I owned!”

JB’s expression turned surprised and fell back to his stoic one as quickly as it happened.

“Sorry? I guess you can keep it then.”

I roll my eyes throwing the jacket back into his arms, which he successfully caught mid air with his fast reflexes. I cross my arms over my chest with a huff.

“I don’t want it! You are probably associated with a gang or something and if I wear that it’ll probably make me the biggest target in this shit side of the city!”

At my little out burst I was taken aback when he threw his head back and started laughing.

“I can assure you, no one will touch you when you have this on your back,” he says between laughs draping the leather over my shoulders again.

“But you don’t deny that you are some gangster?” I try and he shrugs casually in his fitted black t-shirt seemingly unbothered by the cold weather.

“Let’s get you home,” he suggests placing a large hand on the small of my back. I took a few steps back towards the pub until some sense rang in my head.

“What? No thank you! I can get home myself!” I exclaim eying him suspiciously.

He rolls his eyes, “Was almost getting kidnapped twice in one night not enough for you?”

I pull away from him with both hands on my hips.

“Yes! That is why I rather go home myself,” I say defensively.

He sighs in frustration, his short fuse igniting. JB pauses for a moment then he abruptly chuckles.

“Honestly. It doesn’t matter I already know your address.”

My heart speeds up at his confession, it was practically hammering against my ribs. Seriously who is this guy? And how did he get the wrong person being so knowledgeable of his targets. I didn’t realize that I was looking at him with a gapping mouth until he gently taps my chin to close.

“Come, my car is this way,” he says guiding me back towards the pub.

“Oh no no no no!” I laugh planting my heel into the sidewalk, “I am not getting into your car! God knows where you will drive me to.”

“Your run down apartment?” he snarkily offers causing me to roll my eyes.

Literally every minute I’m with this one my blood pressure increases to concerning levels.

“Fine, we walk then,” he says leading me – back to my own home.

I wondered if he was freezing just being clad in a black t-shirt and in dark washed jeans but I didn’t want to seem to care so I didn’t ask. This stalker literally walks me to my apartment door and it was honestly extremely unsettling.

It was quite dark outside so when we stood in the dimly lit hallway in the apartment I finally got a good look at JB. His skin was fair especially in comparison to his dark midnight locks that were tastefully pushed back away from his forehead allowing a display of his forehead and beautifully sculpted eyebrows.

He was painfully handsome.

I clear my throat and fiddled with my keys avoiding eye contact with the handsome stranger.

“You know staring is rude,” he comments indifferently.

I gap at him and crossed my arms childishly, “So is jumping a person!”

JB chuckles deeply flashing his pearly whites in an award winning smile.

“You’ll never let that down huh?”

I shake my head, “Of course not! You really scared me!”

He unexpectedly tips my chin up with his index and middle finger.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah whatever…” I lamely add, I was really at a lack of words.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I blink up at him. I could think of a million sarcastic remarks as to why I would ever want to see him again, but I decided to just humour him.

“Yeah okay JB.”

JB’s expression softened at the mention of his name, “You can call me Jaebum,” he suggests with a small smile.

“Yeah okay Jaebummie,” I tease rolling my eyes.

He winces at the nickname and I realized it could be a nickname only reserved for his girlfriend, which made the already awkward lingering air ten times thicker.

I clear my throat, “Sorry…”

His eyes widen in realization and he shakes his head, “Oh no it’s fine…it’s just that I’m not used to getting called by cute nicknames.”

Blood rushes to m cheeks an aftermath from his utter cuteness, but of course what left my lips was snarky per usual.

“Well obviously since you are using Justin Bieber’s nickname as your street name you goof.”

The expression on Jaebum’s face was ghastly. He was in complete shock by my comment and to be honest I was too. As soon as that left my mouth I slapped a hand over it.

“Okay that was uncalled for. I’m sorry! You make me really nervious and I can’t control what comes out!” I muffle out the confession beneath my fingers.

Jaebum shyly smiles shaking his head, “I…I think it’s endearing.”

Then his firecracker personality switched on, “But never refer to me as Justin Bieber okay? I’ll put a bullet through your head.”

“Yeah yeah yeah! It’s not like we will see each other again anyways!”

But we did

2 AM

As per usual I clicked together the last lock on the pub’s door. I really need to resign. It was like any other every night besides Monday’s where I got the luxury to have the evening off, it was shit. The only difference was when I turned around the typical view of the littered street was not there, instead my line of vision could only make out black leather, lots of black leather.

Please don’t be who I think it is, please god have mercy, I prayed slowly raising my head up.

“Oh god it’s you…” I sigh pinching the arch of my nose between my index and thumb, “We’re closed sorry, not really, go beat it.”

Jaebum stood there like the wall he was.

I roll my eyes, “Excuse me!” I chime side stepping away.

He chuckles pulling me back with ease.

“It’s nice to see you again, (Y/N),” he greets with a charming grin.

I raise a brow at him with a knowing smirk and he knew what was to come so he simply explained himself before I could question him.

“Yeah yeah, I finally learned your name by stalking you a little bit more.”

The sagging of his usually tall confident stance was a sight to see. As much as I enjoyed his company, sarcasm intended, I was very curious as to why he would be here, again, at this ungodly hour of the night – morning depending on how you perceived time.

I rub my arms for warmth as the relentless cold winter night nipped at my thin sweater.

“Ah…I knew you would be too shy to wear my jacket. Good thing I know you like the back of my hand due to my skilled stalking expertise!”

I blink.

Fiddling with the loops of keys, waiting for him to explain why he was such a big creep, or ultimately what brought him here again, since there wasn’t much to explain.

Despite yesterday’s embarrassing mistake he was intelligent enough to catch on quickly. He stutters slightly.

“I-I uh got you this…”

Jaebum forcibly shoves a nicely wrapped box in my arms before quickly running his fingers through his gel slicked black locks to keep his hands busy.

I gulp, looking up at him and back to the hefty gift box in my arms, “Should I be scared?”

With the signature roll of his eyes he waves his hand impatiently, “Just open it!”

I finally nod placing the box gently on the hood of the black Camaro he rolled up in.

He leans against the side of the car and watched as I pulled loose the silk ribbon. The lid of the box popped open to reveal crisp ivory tissue paper. At least I didn’t have to feat that there was someone’s cut off ligament in here.

I peer up at him and he nods his head towards the box.

Ripping off the tissue paper with the upmost care, you know, just in case there was a bomb in there. It revealed a classic Burberry scarf that laid on top of a now white wool jacket similar to the one that I lost yesterday. The only difference was that the quality was much better and the inner lining had the same pattern that the scarf had. Which only meant one thing.

It was way too expensive of a gift to accept.

I run my fingers gently across the soft fabric, “W-Why?” I shyly ask finally tearing my eyes away from the gift to Jaebum in utter awe.

Jaebum chuckles reaching out his large hand to pat my head gently, “Cause I feel bad destroying your only jacket, you literally poor soul.”

I nodded slowly, “But that doesn’t explain why it has to be Burberry! I can’t accept this!” I exclaim pushing the box of garments back to him.

A flustered blush dusted my cheeks, man who does this guy think he is? Seriously though who was this guy?

Throwing Burberry left and right where I can’t even throw spare change to the homeless on my way to work.

Jaebum sighs playing with the soft material of the wool scarf.

“Why can’t you accept the small gift (Y/N)?”

At his statement I was rendered speechless, “Small gift?”

I thought geez this guy is rolling in dirty money and it honestly made me furious that he sees no value in money for him to spend it so needlessly on materialistic possessions.

“It’s not a small gift! A small gift is like a…I don’t know? A keychain from a convenience store! Or like a ten dollar gift card to Mcdonald’s! I can’t accept this, it literally worths more than my life!” I explain waving my hands frantically for added effect to show Jaebum just how ridiculous this entire situation was.

Jaebum didn’t answer, but instead he drapes the soft scarf acround my neck snuggly.

“Yah, nothing is worth more than your life, you got it?” he chides, his fingers slipping from the scarf to return to his side.

I gingerly touch the soft wool engulfing my neck, almost afraid that I would ruin the much too expensive article of clothing.

“That’s a funny thought considering that you were about to kill me yesterday for costing you 40 grand,” I sarcastically add rolling my eyes.

Jaebum had a fond expression on his face, for some reason he found my defiance endearing when most found it extremely annoying.

“You will never let that go huh?” he chuckles unfolding the jacket from its box.

“You act like this happened years ago and I’m bringing it up. It literally happened yesterday!”

He laughs throwing his head back, he was adorable, his perfect pearly white teeth to his eye smile. I sometimes forget that this man was dangerous.

“I know, it’s just that I feel like we are long friends. You are so casual with me.”

“Who wouldn’t? You attacked me yesterday, we literally unlocked friendship level 7 where we can now share our tragic back stories and each other’s clothes.”

“You’re funny (Y/N),” he says with his cutesy smile, “I guess since we are at friendship level 7, you can kindly accept my gift!”

I wanted to slap the man.

He was adorable.

So I wanted to slap him even more.

“It’s really too much Jaebum. I could pay for my year’s rent with this! What would my landlord think if he sees me wearing this? He will think I’m lying when I tell him that my rent will be late cause I don’t have money!”

Jaebum rolls back and forth on the balls of his feet in thought, “Hmm…move into a better neighbourhood?”

I stare at him as if he was the biggest idiot on earth and he chuckles.

“Who cares what people think?”

“I think I’m scared to get robbed, Jaebum.”

“What happened to Jaebummie?” he pouts playfully causing me to roll my eyes and slightly, not so slightly, cringe.

“He’s dead.”

“I think it’s endearing and cute,” Jaebum says tilting his head side to side.

I want to slap him.

So I did.

“You are so annoying…Jaebummie”

He gingerly rubs the spot on his chest where I assaulted him, “Ahh you are so cute.”

How can a person you met only yesterday be so dotting?

“Aish…you are too much,” I awkwardly pick at the black button on my new wool coat, “Okay, good night, thank you for the gift Jaebummie, and I hope this is the last time I see you.”

He hums with a gentle smile upon his lips, “Ah, ah, ah, I want something in return.”

Great, of course nothing is free in this world. “And what does his majesty want?”

Jaebum chuckles and pushes himself off the side of his car to open the door.

“Wha…” I watch him get into the low sitting vehicle and I groan.

Instead of getting into his passenger seat like he probably expected, I whip open the door to the driver’s side to peer in to see what was his deal.

He innocently looks up with his perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised, “Oh you want to drive?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that mixed in with the scoff, causing the corners of his lips to tug upwards. I shake my head and proceeded to be angry, “No! Where are we going? Are you driving me back home so that we can smash? I’m not a prostitute you know. I can’t be bought!”

Jaebum’s smile never wavered, he reaches a hand out to ruffle my hair, “I just want to get a coffee with you, silly.”

Oh.

I blush, clearing my throat aggressively, “Oh…well…it’s 2 AM!”

He rolls his eyes, “Yah, just get in the car. I won’t do anything weird I promise.”

“You won’t just drop me in the middle of Hicksville?”

“Why would I do such a thing after putting in effort to make sure you stay healthy and warm? Don’t be stupid. Get in, it’s cold outside and you are letting out all the heat escape.”

He had a point.

I nod reluctantly walking over to the other side of the car to slip inside.

The leather was heated and warm, making the long ride extremely comforting especially with the new leather smell that enveloped the air.

I was determined to not fall asleep in this stranger’s car.

I watched as the tenth run down 24 hour coffee shop flew by, seriously where is the man taking me.

“Should I be concerned now?” I casually ask looking over to him.

He scoffs with a cocky smirk, “When will you trust me? I mean we are already at friendship level 7.”

“Hm I don’t know maybe when the bruise on my forehead disappears after you smashed my head into a brick wall.”

Jaebum silently continues to drive without a remark.

He then suddenly pulls the car over and I felt mixed emotions bubble in my stomach. I know I was giving him a hard time but did I cross it this time? He was nothing but nice since after the unpleasant first encounter we had and I was nothing but an asshole.

I sigh, turning to face him to only see that he was intently observing me as well.

“I was just kidding…I didn’t mean it,” I say with a reassuring smile but he didn’t buy it.

Jaebum reaches out and gently brushes my fringe away from my forehead to reveal a dark purple blotch. With the pad of his thumb he gingerly caresses the supple skin on the rather large bump.

“Look, it’s not as bad as it looks. It doesn’t even hurt,” I say pulling away from his heated touch, “Let’s just go get your coffee so that I can go home and sleep.”

Jaebum pulls back into his seat and sighs, looking out the tinted window on his side.

“I’m sorry, regardless if it hurts or not.”

“It’s fine. Did you end up finding the real girl you were after?”

I watch his reflection blink in surprise at the topic change, he turns around to face me and he grins, “Yeah, I got a text from a friend saying that the situation is resolved a few minutes ago.”

“Oh? Why didn’t you go handle it Jaebummie? You lost your confidence after yesterday?” I tease with a laugh and he rolls his eyes.

The silence that followed was comfortable, the air was thinning out, I wasn’t as hostile towards him and he knew it.

“I wanted to make sure you got home safely,” he confesses with a sigh.

He bites his plump lower lip and nervously runs his hand through his gelled back locks, “Also I didn’t want you to catch cold. Without a jacket and all.”

I nonchalantly nod turning to look outside the window at the dark horizon and bashfully smiled.

“Thank you…” I turn around to smile at him and he reciprocates causing the butterflies in my stomach to go wild.

I clear my throat, “Well, keep driving. The faster we are done the faster I get home!” I nervously stutter turning towards the window again.

“Is it really that bad to spend some time with me?” he curiously inquires.

Was it really that bad to spend time with Jaebum? I surprisingly didn’t have much of a problem with him considering the circumstances regarding how we met. However, I still find myself trying my best to give him a hard time. I guess it was my stubbornness that couldn’t accept how easily he got under my skin. No matter how much I wanted to stay mad at him I simply couldn’t due to how charming and sweet his actions are. Damn him.

I was too busy having an internal war with myself that I didn’t realize I never answered his question. However, I guess he deduced that I was rather not fond with him and he let that be considering that he didn’t press on. Jaebum was rather patient tonight I assume, most likely that the woman who was costing his gang a significant loss was finally caught and most likely taken out of the picture for good a few hours ago. I haven’t known the handsome man for long but it was easy to tell that he had an extremely short fuse and he was being quite pleasant for the past half hour since he swooped me off the grungy pub entrance, especially when I was nothing but the opposite of pleasant towards him.

The car ride to wherever Jaebum had planned to go was short lived, mostly due the frightening speeds the man drove at. The entire duration of the ride lasted about 20 minutes and we pulled up in a nice neighbourhood in front of a small single detached café. I peer through the generously sized windows to see an elegantly decorated interior, I got rather excited until my eyes landed on the wooden plaque with cursive that read “closed”. Of course such a place would definitely not be open for business during this ungodly hour at 2:30 AM.

“Why are we here Jaebum? It’s closed…” I pout squinting towards the open hours chart, “…4 hours ago.”

He softly smiles placing a hand on the small of my back. The tall male guides me towards the spotless glass door and pulls the handle, and much to my surprise the door opens to the warm and sweet aroma filled space.

“I got the place rented out for the night,” he explains indifferently, pulling out my chair. And people thought that chivalry was dead.

I sit down and watch Jaebum curiously as he takes a seat adjacent from mine. He pushes his hair back before lazily propping his elbow on the table to hold up the menu. I clear my throat before doing the same. How does one be so casual yet extremely alluring? It was also amusing that such a person like Jaebum would be caught seen in this scenery, it was quite refreshing. His masculine features and his for the lack of a better word, fuck boy clothes, were at a harsh contrast with the muted pastels that painted the walls and the dainty floral teacups that sat on equally dainty plates on lacy doilies on an extremely Instagram-able ivory marble table. I smile behind the menu as I intently continue to watch his rather bored expression as he continues reading the menu.

It was all fun and games until I took a good look at the menu and my stomach dropped through the floor and all the way to the deeps of hell. These prices are ridiculous! Probably because they need the income to pay for the excessive fancy décor that littered the place. An old regular cup of coffee costs $5 and any specialty drinks started at $9. Not to mention the selection of desserts where the cheapest one started at the very reasonable price of $15. I barely had time to decide on what to order as a petite female makes her way to our table to take our orders. She smiles warmly but I could see how her eyes tiredly twitched.

“What can I get you today?” she sweetly asks with a smile.

I nervously hand her the menu with a bashful smile, “Just a cup of water will be okay thank you.”

I mean, water is free here right? Then again I wouldn’t be surprised if they charged me $10 for a cup of tap water. In my quake of nervousness he flashes me a quick glance before looking up at the waitress.

“Just get her a caramel macchiato or something, I’ll take a black coffee.”

I gape at Jaebum, why was the man ordering for me? I don’t have money to drop on such extravagant liquids. I silently watch him as he continues to order and I was about to drop dead when he said what every rich man says in those cliché films, “And the entire dessert selection you have at the moment will be fine.”

After ordering he gives me a soft smile before turning towards his phone that vibrated against the marble table that I would be able to cover the cost for tonight with the enormous bill that was coming my way. “Sorry, I need to take this,” he smiles apologetically getting up to take a step outside. I nod politely and as soon as the door closed behind him I rummaged through my purse for my wallet. Please have money, please have money, I pray squeezing my eyes shut. After channeling my magic into my pathetic wallet I opened it to see a wrinkly ten dollar bill. I wheezed – causing the waitress to pop her head up from behind the barista counter. I flash her a pained grin before casting my gaze down to the sorry sight. I surely had more than 10 dollars! I fumbled with the zipper on the coin department and aggressively poured all the change I had on the table. I was halfway counting the nickels I owned when I was interrupted by the screeching of a chair against the hard wood floor. I looked up to see Jaebum curiously watching the pathetic scene before him. He chuckles reaching a hand out to pat my head gently.

“Don’t worry about the bill, silly.”

“But…but you said I owe you a coffee,” I pout allowing him to ruffle my hair.

“I said, I want to get a coffee with you not buy me a coffee. Besides, usually when someone asks you out on a coffee date they don’t want you to pay for their drink. They usually want your time, no?”

He had a very valid point. But that still made me feel awful for not being able to repay him in anyway for his generous gifts. I nod in defeat, scooping up the change that would make even a homeless person laugh. The waitress made her way over to our table with our overpriced beverages which I timidly took a sip from.

“You really have nothing more than that crumpled up ten dollar bill?” he teasingly asks while taking a sip of his black coffee. Even though it was true that my state was very pathetic I hated when people pointed it out, especially filthy rich people like him.

“Jaebum you are a horrible person,” I mumble under my breath just loud enough for him to hear.

“I guess since you really don’t want me here I’ll just leave~” he chimes getting up from his seat.

“Ah! No wait!” I splutter putting down my cup to frantically reach out to hold his hand.

He smiles smugly lacing his long slender fingers with mine giving me a gentle squeeze. I blush pulling my hand away to give my ceramic cup the death grip.

“I-It’s not like I want you here or anything, I just can’t pay for the bill, okay?” I wasn’t completely lying but I also didn’t necessary not want him here either. The grin plastered on his face showed that he knew as well.

“How are you so broke anyways?” He asks taking another sip from his cup.

“Well I’m a student what else is there than that? And you should’ve known that since you stalk-” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I feasted my eyes on the waitress that was barely seen behind the huge silver tier that was loaded to the brim with cakes and various sweets that she was struggling to carry. She plopped it onto the table with a heavy thud and a cheery “Enjoy!”

I couldn’t even see Jaebum now. I peer around the tier and mouthed a “holy shit” causing him to throw his head back in laughter. The selection was amazing, I didn’t even know they had this stuff as I was too busy staring at the prices earlier. There were macarons of every colour, multiple kinds of mille crepes, cream puffs, every cake flavour imaginable, mousse cups, and an assortment of cookies. I peer over at Jaebum again and he tilts his head gesturing to the sweets, “Well go on.”

Without another moment to waste I reach out for a macaron and popped it into my mouth, and I almost cried at how delicious that tiny thing was. I barely finished swallowing the sweet before I got my hands on a matcha flavoured mille crepe. As I was about to stick my fork into the delicately layered cake I look up to Jaebum to see that he haven’t even moved an inch to help himself.

“Jaebummie? Why aren’t you eating?” I ask shoving a piece of fluffy crepe into my mouth.

“Ah I’m not really into sweets,” he admits sipping at his bitter coffee again, “But go ahead and enjoy yourself.”

“Then why the hell did you order all this?!?” I exclaim causing him to chuckle in which he quickly reasons by saying, “Well I didn’t know what you like.”

I shake my head with flustered cheeks scooting my chair closer to his. Shovelling a piece of cake onto the fork I raise it up to Jaebum’s lips in which he stubbornly does not open. I sigh reaching out to squeeze his cheeks forcing his lips to part in a kissy face fashion.

“Say ahhh Jaebummie!” I tease causing him to roll his eyes but nonetheless part his lips allowing the sweet fluffy treat to slip in.

I watch intently for his reaction and it definitely did not fall short. His usual steely gaze softened and became practically blissful as the corners of his lips curled up. We both tried to hide things between one another but similar to how he could easily read through me I could do the same for him. He was definitely lying when he said that he didn’t like sweets.

“Now that wasn’t so bad right?” I giggle resuming to finish off the slice so that I could pick out a next delicious piece, “You know there’s nothing wrong with being a scary big bad guy who enjoys cute dainty desserts served on doilies.”

“I don’t know, it sounds like you are already judging,” he sighs in defeat but not failing to reach out for a cookie.

“I’m not judging,” I admit giving him a reassuring smile, “I think it’s cute. Scary monster by day and cookie monster by night.”

If I had a dollar for every time I make Jaebum roll his eyes I would be rich. He was cute being all pissed off in his all black attire while stuffing his face with desserts. I only wished it wouldn’t be considered creepy if I could just take out my phone right now to snap a picture of him so that I could essentially stare at it forever, or use it as blackmail if it was ever necessary.

By the time of 4:00 AM we were halfway through the desserts and were too stuffed to eat anymore. Despite being reluctant to come I had a wonderful time with Jaebum. No matter how much I rather not admit it, he was good company. I yawn placing down my fork. Thankfully Jaebum noticed my drowsiness most likely itis induced if it weren’t caused by the ungodly hour that was 4:00 AM. He kindly got the cheque and placed down four crisp $100 bills causing an unexpected wheeze to escape my lungs.

“Oh my god Jaebum…”

“Don’t worry let’s go,” his eyes turn into little crescents as he passes me a large take away box that held all the desserts that we couldn’t finish. He was letting me keep the leftovers too? This was the best date ever! I hug the box tightly to my chest as I thank the waitress who worked way over time, before contently skipping back to Jaebum’s car. The car ride back to my apartment was quiet, mostly because I was falling asleep, not because I was personally trying to give him a hard time. I lethargically watch as the scenery changed from high-end boutiques and cafes to dingy pizzeria joints and pubs, signalling that I was getting closer to home. Jaebum pulls up to my apartment and being the gentleman he was, he parked his car and walked me up to my room where we both find ourselves in the same awkward situation similar to yesterday.

“I’m sorry…” I sigh picking at the Bristol board edges of the take away box.

“For what?” Jaebum asks genuinely confused as to why I would be apologizing.

“For giving you nothing but a hard time,” I confess shifting my weight on one foot to the other.

Jaebum scoffs with a smile that reaches his chocolate brown eyes. He reaches a hand out and gently ruffles my hair affectionately. I pout at him ruining my hair yet again.

“Good night (Y/N).”

“It’s technically morning,” I explain matter-of-factly resulting in him to do his signature eye roll.

The tall and undeniably handsome man waved his hand in dismissal, taking a few steps backwards before turning around to make his own way home. However, before he could get very far, I quickly call out his name successfully stopping him in his tracks. He tilts his head so that I had the perfect view of his profile where the two cute tiny moles on his eyes were on full display.

“Thank you Jaebummie!”

“I’ll see you around,” he smirks rather smugly.

And surprisingly I found myself anticipating for our next encounter, unlike yesterday where I wanted nothing more to do with him. I wait until he disappears behind the corner before I slip into the apartment. Only then did I allow the high-pitched schoolgirl squeal leave my lips.

2:04 AM

I lock up the door like routine, the only difference was that I was ten times more tired than usual. Yesterday’s late night outing left me drained considering that I had less than 4 hours of sleep before I had to go attend my early morning class. After checking the lock twice, I turn around to see nothing out of the usual. I guess Jaebum wasn’t going to come anymore after ‘making it up’ to me for jumping me the other night. I sigh heavily full of disappointment as I drag my feet down the littered street back home. My blood ran cold as a black Ferrari pulls up right beside me on the curb. I literally haven’t walked ten steps from the pub and I was already approached. However, to my pleasant surprise the tinted window rolled down to only reveal Jaebum.

“Sorry I’m late, I got caught up with something,” he explains flashing me his precious crescent eyed smile.

I purse my lips nodding slowly, “I thought you weren’t coming…”

“Don’t be silly, get in the car it’s cold out.”

I slip into the passenger seat and similar to his other car, the confined compartment smelled of new leather.

“Where are we going today?” I yawn looking out the window.

“Home, sorry I didn’t have anything planned tonight. I need to go deal with something after,” he sighs obviously not looking forward to whatever he had to do.

I gasp, “Don’t tell me…” I lower my voice to a mere whisper, “Are you going to assassinate someone?”

Jaebum snorts at my wild accusation, “I’m not some assassin. To be honest I wouldn’t even consider us as a gang.”

I look up to him curiously, have a gotten it wrong? Was he actually not apart of the underground society?

“We’re more similar to the mafia,” he casually explains with a shrug.

I choke on my spit a bit before I could get a word out, “How is that any different?!” I finally exclaim.

Jaebum grins with another shrug, “It’s more classy!”

I mumble under my breath. Man was definitely crazy. Thank god he seemed to have liked me enough, or else with the amount of attitude I have given him in the span of two days would’ve ended my life and probably my next of kin as well.

“Well since you have much more important matters at hand I can walk home tonight! Thanks for the ride!” I hastily exclaim looking for the handle of the car door. Jaebum chuckles reaching over to place a hand on my smaller clammy one that gripped on the handle. He pulls my hand to gently place it back on my lap. Jaebum caresses my knuckles with the pad of his thumb before shyly retracting his hand to grip the steering wheel when he realized what he was doing. Shortly he pulls up to my apartment where he parks and walks me up to my room.

I look up at him shyly, “You know…you don’t have to come pick me up. I don’t want to be a nuisance to you.”

“I’ll always come escort you home, unless you find a better job with a better schedule and in a better area. But I’m going to be honest with you, even then I would come pick you up.”

At his little confession I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter. How does one say something so easily to someone they practically just met? I timidly grin nodding at his sweet words, “That makes me happy,” I confess myself.

The corner of his lips twitches upwards at my unexpected confession. It seemed like there was something else he wanted to say but the vibrating in his pocket made him dismiss whatever he had on mind. He pulled his phone from his pocket and illuminated the screen, and whatever that was on the screen caused him to pull his bottom lip between his lips in agitation. “Well I need to get going now, you should go get some rest (Y/N).”

Without waiting for my reply he quickly turns around in a hurry. My heart hammers against my chest as I was at war with myself, my brain said no but my body reacted by itself and lunged forward. I grab onto his bulging bicep, “Wait!”

He stops abruptly to look down at me. I look up at him with flush cheeks, “I…” I stutter letting go of his arm, “Please stay safe…” I mumble looking deeply into his chocolate brown orbs. Instead of replying, he pulls me into a strong embrace engulfing me in his warmth and comforting musk scent. I wrap my arms around his back and buried my face into the crook of his neck as his face became flush against my scarf.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

1:55 AM

Throughout the entire day I worried about Jaebum seeing that I had no other way to check if he was alright until I finish work and hopefully see him at the front. I peep out the little window I just cleaned and there wasn’t a vehicle in sight. Deciding that he was probably caught up in something again I slip on my new winter coat bracing myself for the cold winter night waiting for me on the other side.

The headlights from a car outside seeped into the pub illuminating a bright strip across the bar. I excitedly run up to the window to peer outside but it was too dark to make out anything. Abruptly the front door flies open causing me to jump with a shrilling scream. I timidly peer at the two intruders from behind a booth that I hid in. They both were tall in stature with bleached blonde hair and wore all black, one in a long frock coat while the other dressed more casually in a bomber jacket.

“Sorry we’re closed!” I call out from behind the safety of my cushiony backseat.

The one with the bomber jacket follows my voice and cocks an eyebrow when he finally sees me pathetically hiding behind the booth. He suddenly giggles like a little girl completely washing away the scary aura that earlier radiated from him.

“Awww baby! You are cute! Mark she is actually cute!” he exclaims wildly gesturing for the quieter one, Mark to come closer.

Mark pinches the arch of his slim nose in annoyance, “JB won’t be happy if he hears that you are making her uncomfortable,” he takes a few steps closer approaching me with a soft smile, “Just ignore Jackson. JB sent us to pick escort you home today.”

I nod slowly, suddenly at ease when I realized that the two were sent by Jaebum, but that just set another wave of nerves to hit my gut. After a moment I was finally able to form words, “I-Is…Jaebummie okay?”

The one who was called Jackson scrunched up his face and clutched his heart, “The one who you call lovingly, Jaebummie, is dead!” he screams. My mouth drops open along with my stomach and I look towards Mark, who seems a little more reliable than drama queen Jackson. Mark rolls his eyes, “JB isn’t dead, but Jackson will be if he finds out that he called him Jaebummie.”

I sigh out in relief, I can’t believe I am so gullible specially when Jackson was so obviously poking fun, “Mark? Is he okay?”

“JB? Yeah he’s fine,” the handsome blonde smiles warmly, “He just has something to deal with is all.”

I nod with a small smile of my own, “Ahh thank god…” I mumble with a relived sigh.

Jackson suddenly beams and runs towards the stools in front of the bar. I raise my brow at his unusual antics as I watch him do a 360 spin in his seat, “Since we are at a bar, let’s have some drinks!”

“Jackson, we are supposed to deliver her home immediately,” Mark groans but didn’t put up a fight, apparently this happens often seeing how fast he compliantly plops in the seat beside the over hyper male.

I quickly got up from the booth and made my way around the bar, “Well what can I get you?” I grin.

When Jaebum proclaimed that his group was more mafia than gang because they were classy, he wasn’t kidding. Jackson ordered, and I quote, “the most expensive whiskey on the rocks you can make at this ghetto ass bar”, while Mark went with a simple gin and tonic cocktail. I awkwardly shift my weight from foot to foot waiting for them to take their first sip. And much to my delight the drinks were satisfactory enough for their delicate taste buds.

“It tastes like ass but I know it’s made with love so I’ll finish it,” Jackson, the one I deem the funny one, comments causing me to giggle.

“I know this is a sensitive topic but…what do you guys do?” I nervously ask tapping away at the wood countertop.

Jackson looks towards Mark who shrugs, “We don’t really do much to be honest. Things have been running smoothly only until recently.”

I nod even though I had no idea what he was spouting about. Regardless Mark continued his explanation.

“We run about half of Gangnam at the moment, the usual: drug trafficking, prostitution, smuggling, and the occasional weapons dealing,” Mark explains nonchalantly as I nervously nod along as if these things didn’t shock me.

“S-So…are you the mafia boss?”

At my confrontation Jackson bursts out in laughter slamming his hand on the grubby counter. Mark gives me a polite smile and shakes his head, “No, that’s JB.”

I choke on my spit at the new shocking discovery, not only was Jaebum apart of some mafia organization he was the leader of it all? How can such a sweet guy be involved in such heinous crimes? Considering if we dismiss how we got off at the wrong foot, he has been nothing but kind and doting.

“J-Jaebummie?” I whisper and Mark reaffirms with a nod. “But he’s so sweet and caring and not scary at all!”

At that, Jackson snorts, “Maybe to you. But from what we hear from him he cares a lot about you so it would only make sense if he treats you well.”

Blood rushes to my cheeks and I gingerly scratch my cheek, “He cares about me? But why?”

The blonde duo shrug simultaneously, “That’s something only he can tell you.”

Despite the two consuming alcohol, the drive back home was quite smooth. Mark waited in the car while Jackson walked me up to my room despite assuring him that the long two minute trek would be safe enough for me to handle. He waits in the hall until I got my door unlocked, “Okay Jackson! I think I’ll be fine from here on out.” I giggle causing him to smile as well.

“Well I hope so, or else JB will have my head.”

“Speaking of your scary boss, is it okay if I ask for his number?” I ask rocking on the balls of my feet.

The muscular blonde laughs throwing his head back, “It’s only been a day and you already miss him that much? Are you two in love~” he teases puckering up his lips causing me to cringe comically.

“No! It’s not like that! I just want to tell him how horrible of a job you done!” I tease holding out my phone for him. Jackson rolls his eyes but takes the device anyways.

He hands back my phone and the screen illuminated a new contact saved under J ♥, I shyly smile up at Jackson, “Thanks.”

“No problem!”

“Really! Thanks for this and for the ride home. Please tell Mark I say thanks as well!”

“No wonder JB takes a liking to you. So precious, too precious for this cruel world!” Jackson cries in agony causing a snort to leave my nose, “Aishh just get home safely you drama queen.”

I close the door after waving goodbye to Jackson, the hyper human puppy, who also doubled as a scary mafia member but I’ll over look that for now. I look at the clock in my living room and it read 3:46 AM. Was it too late to message Jaebum now? Or should I message him at a more reasonable time? I was at war with myself until I settled on the latter, the last thing I want to do is be a bother to him especially after Mark told me that it’s been rough the past few couple of days for him.

I hop into the shower for a quick rinse before happily flopping onto my bed. I curl up in my thick layer of blankets with my phone still in hand. I turn on the screen to see J ♥ again and I just couldn’t help myself, so I messaged him dismissing my entire conflict about messaging him earlier.

4:02 AM

[Y/N]: Jaebummie! Guess who? J

My heart hammers against my ribs and my hands get clammy against my phone. As instant as I sent the message I felt regret, was my text too flirtatious? Why couldn’t I be normal for once and went with a simple, ‘Hi this is [Y/N]. Sup?’ I groan tossing and turning in my burrito blanket as I waited for the reply that I most likely wont receive. The internal conflict was so strong I almost didn’t feel the vibration of my phone against my palm. I throw off the blanket and unlocked my phone.

4:05 AM

J ♥: Hey jagiya. (:

My heart hammers against my ribs again but for a completely different reason. With shaky hands I frantically type up a reply.

4:06 AM

[Y/N]: Is everything okay?

4:07 AM

J ♥: Yeah.

I rack my brain for ways that I could keep the seemingly dying conversation going. But before I finish typing, another message popped up from Jaebum.

4:07 AM

J ♥: I just miss yOUuouUOUOUOuouououuuu ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

And at that moment I knew I wasn’t talking to Jaebum.

4:08 AM

[Y/N]: Jackson I’m going to kill you!!! ㅠㅠ

J ♥: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

J ♥: I’m sorry don’t tell JB :’( I’m too young to die

J ♥: +82-02-869-5213

[Y/N]: Is that Mark’s number?

J ♥: I swear, it’s JB’s!

I groan rolling over onto my stomach, so the J stood for Jackson not Jaebum, that little piece of shit. I stare at the new number which supposedly is Jaebum’s but I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened to be Jackson’s fifth phone. I guess there was only one way to find out.

4:14 AM

[Y/N]: Hi is this Jaebum?

4:25 AM

Jaebum^^: Who’s asking?

[Y/N]: (Y/N) :)

Jaebum^^: (Y/N)? How did you get my number?

[Y/N]: Jackson

[Y/N]: I hope you don’t mind though!

Jaebum^^: Of course I don’t.

[Y/N]: Is this a bad time? I heard from Mark that you are busy.

[Y/N]: Sorry I shouldn’t have messaged.

Jaebum^^: Are you stupid? I’m glad you messaged. Jackson didn’t give you a hard time did he?

I squint at the glowering bright screen for a moment deciding if I wanted Jackson dead.

[Y/N]: No Jackson was nice :) so was Mark. Is everything okay Jaebum?

[Y/N]: Like yesterday…and tonight. Nothing bad happened right?

Jaebum^^: Nothing that you should be worried about.

The conversation was dying and I had no idea how to save it. It could just be how Jaebum texts but he didn’t sound like he wanted to talk to me, which was reasonable considering that I’m messaging him in the early morning of 4 AM.

[Y/N]: You aren’t hurt right?

Jaebum^^: I’m okay (Y/N). You should go sleep it’s late.

[Y/N]: Okay.

Jaebum^^: I’ll talk to you later okay?

[Y/N]: Okay.

Jaebum^^: Are you upset with me?

[Y/N]: Why would I be?

Jaebum^^: Silly, don’t feel like I don’t want to talk to you. I’m just a little tired. I’ll pick you up tomorrow since you don’t have class and we can spend the entire day together if that’s what you want.

[Y/N]: Is that what you want?

Jaebum^^: Of course.

[Y/N]: Okay :)

Jaebum^^: Now that’s my girl, I’ll see you soon. Good night.

I lock my phone and place it on my nightstand, I was a little hurt at how cold and distant he seemed but his last message got my heart beating miles per minute. Then again, I was extremely clingy to him when we are barely considered to be friends. Or maybe he was with his girlfriend or something…after all I don’t know Jaebum. I groan rolling restlessly around my small twin sized mattress that sat on the floor. I knew I shouldn’t have texted him, now I won’t have a peaceful night’s rest as I would be running scenarios of where I went wrong in my head all night long.

Regardless of how certain I was that the night was going to be rough I ended up sleeping like a baby until early noon. And that was only because I was awoken by the endless vibration of my phone chattering against the bedside table. Groaning I roll over to reach out for the annoying piece of plastic, upon unlocking the device I was surprised with seven new text messages.

10:04 AM

Jaebum^^: Good morning [Y/N]! Are you awake yet?

10:47 AM

Jaebum^^: Yahhh sleepy headddd

10:56 AM

Jaebum^^: Stop ignoring me :(

11:08 AM

Jaebum^^: You’re probably still sleeping like a babyyy!

11:10 AM

Jaebum^^: Jagiii

Jaebum^^: Oh fuck

Jaebum^^: I didn’t mean to send that

I giggle at his least few text messages.

[Y/N]: Jaebummie?

Jaebum^^: Let’s go out to eat. I’m hungry.

[Y/N]: Ehhh I’m too tired I don’t want to.

Jaebum^^: I thought so, open the door :)

[Y/N]: WHAT

Jaebum^^: I’m outside.

[Y/N]: Hence the WHAT

[Y/N]: I’m still in bed!

Jaebum^^: Food is getting cold

[Y/N]: But I’m a mess!!! Give me a few minutes!

Jaebum^^: When are you never a mess though? Just open the door, idiot.

[Y/N]: ㅠㅠ

Jaebum^^: I’m just teasing. You are always cute.

Jaebum^^: Five minutes, you better open the door or else I’m going to break it. To be very honest it looks flimsy. You should really replace it.

I quickly jump out of bed and ran towards the bathroom to do my usual morning routine but ten times more quickly. Jaebum being Jaebum would probably break down my door just for the shits and giggles so I was not taking any chances. I cared about my face and the bareness of it but I cared more for the door that I couldn’t afford to replace so I opted out for makeup this morning and decided to just open the door for the impatient man. I threw the door open to see a finely dressed Jaebum with his usual leather jacket, and that was when I realized I forgot to change out of my pajamas.

“Nice Ryan Bear pjs,” Jaebum snorts, walking into the small apartment.

I stutter with flushed cheeks, “In my defense they are a matching set with my brother and he got them for me!”

“I think they’re cute,” Jaebum smirks placing down the two stuffed plastic bags on the kitchen counter.

“Make yourself at home. I’m gonna change,” I groan rolling my eyes causing Jaebum to laugh.

“There’s no need for you to change. You look so adorable and comfortable. Let’s just eat okay?” he suggests walking towards me where I continued to stay planted by the front door.

I give in and nod as he genuinely thought that the pajamas were cute instead of simply teasing me. He contently claps his hands together with his crescent eyed smile before he shrugs out of his leather jacket leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt and dark washed blue jeans. Jaebum casually walks back into the kitchen where I couldn’t help but give him a good once over as he passes by, not only because he looked unreal but also I was still concerned that he may be injured from his previous night activities. When there were no evident signs of injuries I couldn’t hold myself back as I gently pull him into a back hug.

“I’m glad you are safe,” I smile against his shoulder blades, pulling away as quickly as I embraced him allowing no awkward time to linger or time for him to shrug me off if he decided that he didn’t want a hug.

Jaebum blinks in confusion as he halts in his actions in opening his styrofoam takeout box. He tilts his head innocently which causes me to smile up at him, “Let’s eat!” I suggest grabbing the unopened bag. I untie the knot of the plastic bag to pull out two takeout boxes. The first one held strawberries, bananas, and a ramekin of syrup. I look up at Jaebum who gestures his head towards the second container. I easily pop open the top of the second box to reveal a stack of fluffy warm chocolate chip pancakes. I outwardly gasp and Jaebum was more than content with my reaction as he stretches a hand out to ruffle my already messy bedhead, “Eat up.”

After finishing our delicious warm pancakes we flopped onto the couch to watch some Sunday cartoons. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my full stomach or if the cartoons weren’t as interesting as usual I started to feel sleepy again. I start to nod off and once my head found the perfect spot against Jaebum’s shoulder I immediately fell asleep.

Similar to how I woke up that morning, I was also awoken by the obnoxious ringing of a phone. But thankfully someone picked up, putting an end to the violent vibrating of the device against the coffee table. Still hazy from the nap I didn’t realize that I was subconsciously hugging something warm until that something started to speak sending vibrations into my body.

“What is it? You better have a good reason to be contacting me when I told everyone not to,” the voice practically growls into the phone.

With a yawn I look up with heavy eyes to see the sharp jawline of the handsome Jaebum. I groan squeezing his waist, “Jaebummie…”

Jaebum quickly changed his tone to a much sweeter one as he looked down at me, “Shhh just one second,” he smiles softly before assaulting the person on the line again.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He jolts up, “Okay, I’ll be over immediately.”

Jaebum groans throwing his head back against the couch, I smile taking his hand into mine and giving him a light squeeze, “Is everything alright?” His eyes met mine and instantly they softened exponentially.

“Yeah, I just need to go sort something out,” he sighs still unwilling to move from his comfortable position on the couch.

“It’s okay, I need to go to work soon anyways.”

Jaebum nods, “I’ll drop you off then.”

I nod slowly copying his actions, “I don’t want to seem nosy but…is the thing you are going to sort out dangerous?”

He chuckles sitting up on the couch, “If you keep worrying about what I do you will never be happy,” he explains combing his fingers through my hair to secure it behind my ear, “I’ll be just fine. Worry about your own health first, those hours you work will take a toll on you and I don’t want that.”

I look down in my lap trying my very best to avoid eye contact with his warm chocolate ones, “Is it strange that I worry about you? Even though we haven’t known each other for more than a few days?” I shyly ask.

Jaebum’s index and middle finger tips my chin up so that I looked directly into his eyes, “No, that just proves that you have a good heart,” he lets out a breathy laugh, “What’s strange is that someone like me who does nothing but harm people for a living is constantly worried sick about some cute dumb little girl.”

I frown, “I’m dumb?”

He chuckles, “I’m just teasing. Let’s get you to work okay?”

-

Jaebum pulls up to my most dreaded place on earth, the crummy pub that I spent most of my days in. He shifts the gear into park but I was reluctant to get out. I look at the pub, my hands, back at the pub and finally at Jaebum.

“You aren’t doing anything dangerous right?” I ask shakily picking at my fingers, “I know what you said about not worrying about you but I just can’t okay? You can’t just feed me warm pancakes and just leave on a suicide mission of some sort and not tell me. So just tell me the truth…please.”

It felt good to finally get it off my chest but now I sat there with clammy hands and armpits waiting for his reply. The corner of his lips pulls upwards, “It makes me happy that you care so much about me but I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

“Jaebum…please tell me what’s going on,” I whisper, eyes brimming with hot tears from frustration.

“Shhh,” he smiles leaning forward to squish my cheeks, “Okay, I’ll tell you everything okay just don’t cry.”

I sniffle nodding my head between his calloused hands, “Okay Jaebummie.”

“That’s my girl…” he grins with crescent eyes, “The meeting with a rival gang got pushed to tonight because one of their members jumped one of my guys. We are just going to talk it out.”

“Talk it out?” I sob, hot tears streaming down my face, “Gangsters don’t talk it out! You guys are going to beat each other up in a pulp until one of you stops breathing! Do you think I’m stupid!?”

The next thing that happened was unexpected to say in the least. With my face still between his hands, Jaebum leans forward closing the little space we had between us. His eyes flutter to my parted lips before looking back up into my eyes. I close my eyes giving him the permission he was waiting for and without a moment to spare he presses his soft plump lips against mine. The fire in my stomach spiralled out of control, I didn’t even kiss him back before he quickly pulled away.

“I’ll see you later,” he smirks.

“Wait…I didn’t even…” I bashfully mutter with flushed cheeks, “…kiss you back…”

“Tonight, that’ll give you something to look forward to.”

“No Jaebum, I want you – it now,” I stumble over my words nervously.

Jaebum smiles rolling his eyes, “You know I can’t say no to you.”

“Good,” I breathe placing both hands on his cheeks and bringing him back towards me.

I press my lips against his and he eagerly moulds his lips against mine. I couldn’t help the temptation to nip at his bottom lip, so I did and much to my pleasant surprise he parts his mouth for me. Gently massaging his tongue with mine a soft groan rumbles through his chest as the usually dominant male became putty in my hands. I pull away first and Jaebum chases my lips, before the string of saliva could break, his lips were against mine again. I moan as his tongue darts back into my warm cavern. My hands slide from his cheeks to tangle themselves into his raven locks while Jaebum’s slid down my back to give my arse a firm squeeze. I groan tugging his hair back causing his head to roll back as well, “Jaebum…” I pant, “I’ll see you later.”

“Stay safe,” he sighs pushing his dishevelled hair back.

“I should be saying that to you, idiot. Stay safe Jaebummie.”

12:24 AM

I yawn wiping at the wet residue rings left on the counter from asshole customers who refuse to use coasters. Only one more hour and I can close shop I mentally groan throwing the towel into the sink. And only one hour and a half more until I see Jaebum again.

I sigh thinking back to what happened a few hours ago and I smile bashfully touching my lips still feeling his plump ones against them. I really wonder where our relationship stood, but regardless where we are I know it was mutual. Just as blissful thoughts fill my head I was quickly snapped out of it when my co-worker groans loudly slamming the cup she held in her hand against the counter causing me to jump.

“Great, we won’t be leaving early. Looks like a table of 7 just walked in,” she complains standing up on her tippy toes to get a better view of the group, “Well at least they are cute…maybe one of them will take me home,” she winks quickly scurrying off to snatch a man or two.

“I…I guess I’ll just be here…” I sigh in defeat as I look around the bar to only see old geezers as my co-worker ran to seat the apparently bunch of cuties at a booth in her section.

I didn’t have much time to mope seeing that I was being called “Hey girly!” left and right to top off drinks. I really need to find a less demeaning job, I thought to myself for the umpteen time tonight. But sadly I really needed the tips to pay off this month’s rent, “Coming right up, sir!” I chirp with the biggest grin I could muster up.

“And there you are!” I cheer happily placing a pint of beer, must I might add –on a coaster, for the last tipsy man who called me ‘girly’ to get my attention. He throws his head back and chortles grabbing my hand from the glass to give it a big wet slobbery kiss. I mentally scream wanting nothing but to scrub the skin off my hand but for the sake of tips I giggle girlishly, subtly slipping my hand away as he rambles on how he wants to take me home tonight. I suck in a deep breath with clenched fists as I listen to him objectify me. I hated it. This happens every night, maybe that’s why I found a strong admiration to Jaebum, he treated the poor girl working a dead end job like me like a princess and never failed to make me feel special. I sigh thinking about him, I really hope he is safe or at least not dying somewhere in the alley. I quickly excuse myself in a voice that even managed to annoyed myself before scrubbing my hands clean with soap. Finally I gave in to check my phone to see if Jaebum or Jackson left any new messages for me, but alas there was none but a stupid notification from some Facebook game request a person who I haven’t talked to since high school sent me.

“Yah (Y/N)! Get off your phone and go check out those cute guys. They are all so handsome!” My co-worker squeals nodding her head towards the back of the bar, “Just don’t look at the one with his hair pushed back! That one is mine! He’s so fucking hot.”

I shrug rolling my eyes, “I don’t care. You can take whoever you want, I’m trying to make money tonight not get an some STD, okay?”

“Ahh you are no fun! But like...would you mind if I left early?” She smirks wiggling her eyebrows. This wasn’t new. That’s one of the main reasons why I always locked up the pub by myself at 2 AM, she usually ditches the last hour of her shift when she finds a suitable man for the night.

“I don’t mind,” I shrug indifferently.

“Okay good because my man is making his way over right now!” She squeals frantically fixing her hair, “How do I look?”

“Desperate,” I laugh pushing her away.

“Hey girly!” a voice calls out for the fifteenth time in the past half hour and I outwardly groan, “I have a name!” I turn around to see my favourite towering male fixed in a fitted black leather jacket. He smirks, “I know, jagiya.”

I gasp running out from behind the bar to throw my arms around Jaebum’s neck, “Jaebummie!”

He softly chuckles wrapping his strong arms around my waist, picking me up off the ground, “Told you there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” I sigh out in relief rolling my eyes.

“Wait…jagiya? You both are a thing?” my co-worker quirks a brow in disbelief.

My heart hammers against my chest and I didn’t know what to say. So I did what I did best, nervously giggle and look up to Jaebum to speak on my behalf. Who without hesitation nods pulling me into a tight back hug.

That was the first time I saw her get rejected and she didn’t take it very well, instead of just accepting it and moving on she questioned Jaebum, “Then why were you ogling at me earlier?”

I found Jaebum’s expression amusing. He raises a brow before coming into realization and his eyes disappear into little crescents, “Sorry, if I gave you the wrong message. I was actually looking at this little one.”

Apparently Jaebum’s charm worked on everyone regardless if it was rejection or affection because she smiles, “That’s okay. Kinda sucks though cause you are really hot.” Even though I was only aware that Jaebum and I were in a relationship at the same time my co-worker found out, like a minute ago, I was surprised when jealously so quickly flooded in my veins. So I was even more surprised when the next few words escaped from my mouth.

“Please don’t objectify him like that. He’s someone much more than his looks and I really care about him.”

She scoffs, “Chill (Y/N), I’m not some home wrecker. You go do you, yall both cute though. I’m just surprised that someone like him would like someone cute and innocent like you…and to be honest it’s extremely adorable.”

“O-Oh…” I shyly stutter, “Sorry I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Nah don’t worry about it. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go hit on his friends,” she excitedly shimmies away with a bottle of Patron in each hand.

“Aren’t you cute protecting me for a change?” Jaebum chuckles against the shell of my ear causing shivers to run down my spine.

A string of giggles left my lips at the ticklish sensation, “Jaebummie let go! I need to get back to work!”

“Not before getting one kiss you don’t,” he childishly suggests sticking out his cheek. I roll my eyes giving him a quick innocent peck, “There! Now shoo! Go protect your friends!”

“I think it’s you who needs protecting…” Jaebum sighs as he watches the man who earlier gave me a hard time approach us.

“Hey pretty boy,” the man snarls, “That one’s mine. Go find yourself another girl.”

I watch intently as Jaebum’s muscles rippled through his body and I knew I had to stop him before I had to sign papers for witnessing a death at my workplace. I tightly grip Jaebum’s tense shoulder, “It’s okay Jaebum…I really need his tip so please just go.” I don’t know why I even tried knowing fully well that whatever I say would fall upon death ears when all Jaebum could see was red. So I wasn’t at all surprised when the next thing that happened was Jaebum’s fist connecting with the brawny man’s nose. I mean it could’ve been worse, knowing Jaebum he could’ve pulled out a gun and open fired.

The man clutched onto his bleeding nose and tried to make a beeline for the exit without paying for the bill and importantly without giving me my tip. But conveniently Jackson caught the man by his collar, “Ah ah ah, I think you are forgetting something!”

The man throws a few bills at floor and Jackson wasn’t having any of his attitude. I was already grateful that the bill was paid for but Jackson went the extra mile. “Pick that fucking shit up and put it in my hand!” The poor man did what he said. “Now –apologize to the lovely barista.” Which the man also did, “Good boy, and lastly don’t forget that big enormous generous tip!”

I look up at Jaebum who stood there with a content smirk on his face. Was this what the work of a gangster looked like? I was a quite scared but to be very honest I was also a little turned on. Jackson causes me to jump as he appears right before me in my personal space with his wide grin, “Here, this is your hard earned tip!” The terrifying aura left him and he was back to the bubbly puppy I met a day ago. I accept the large bills with shaky hands and I nervously laugh, “Jackson I think you deserve half of this extremely big tip…” I admit looking at the crumpled fifty dollar bills cupped in my hand.

That night I wasn’t surprised to see that all my customers tipped me, and with nothing short of ten dollars. I would like to think that it was because of my amazing service but I was pretty sure Jackson’s earlier display of dominance had a lot to do with it. As the customers started to leave one by one the pub eventually became empty with the exception of Jaebum’s gang. I quickly flipped the lock on the door, finally letting out a content sigh.

“(Y/N), come here,” Jaebum calls and I nervously shuffle my way over to his table. And like my frisky co-worker mentioned earlier there sat seven men who god spent a little more time on.

“O-Oh…hi…nice to meet you I’m (Y/N),” I smile timidly with a deep bow that almost connected my forehead with the sticky laminated table.

Jaebum pats the space beside him and I happily sit down so that I didn’t feel as if I was about to give a presentation in front of the class. I comfortably snuggle close to Jaebum’s side and he began his introductions, “So you’ve already met Jackson and Mark. This is Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, and our youngest member Yugyeom.”

I nod, still not knowing who was who but I was pretty sure I would eventually get close to all of them. It was probably for the best not to mention it but curiosity got the better of me so I asked the most sensitive topic that probably shouldn’t be inquired when you first meet someone. “So…which one of you guys got jumped earlier?”

The entire group of men laughed, some ranging from soft chuckles to Jackson’s hyena cackle, however all but one thought that it wasn’t as funny as the group made it out to be. The youngest, who I think it was Yugyeom, whines childishly, “It’s not that funny!”

Jaebum laughs throwing his head back with such contentment in his face it made butterflies flutter in my belly. “Yugyeom got hit on by some guy on the street and he thought he was from a neighbouring gang. Turns out the guy just really wanted his ass...but for other reasons.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the youngest along with Jaebum’s gang who seemed more like his brothers than anything. “Awww…poor Yugyeom. Are you okay though?” I ask between giggles making the poor boy pout.

“Noona…not you too,” as soon as he said that I felt extremely bad for teasing someone younger than me, “But yeah…I’m fine. He just slapped my ass.”

“So…the whole gang fight thing didn’t go down?”

“Nope, we even went to confront the neighbouring gang and even they laughed at Yugyeom,” BamBam explains while practically wheezing.

That night I finally got to meet the notorious gang who ran half of Gangnam, and apparently they were also known as GOT7. And apparently the seven didn’t represent the seven members they had in the gang, instead it stood for the seven major crimes they committed together. I would usually feel intimidated by this, any one would, however they were surprisingly very pleasant to be around so it felt like I was just spending time with a bunch of close friends. Then again, I never asked for details in what they did or done in the past.

2:34 AM

I yawn.

Time does fly by when you are having fun. I look at the television blaring in the background of the men’s loud chattering. Shit, it’s already past 2 and I haven’t started my cleaning yet. I sigh turning to look up at Jaebum, without a wait his attention is already on me, “What’s wrong?”

“I need to start cleaning now so that I could close before 3. My boss doesn’t pay me over time,” I sigh getting up with a stretch.

Jaebum tilts his head and his friends quickly get up from their seats, putting their five different conversations on pause.

“What can we help with?” Youngjae asks with a bright grin.

I blink allowing his words to sink in, finally when my slow brain did I shake my head profusely with flailing arms, “Ah no! Please sit down and relax it’s my job!”

“I’ll start mopping!”

“I’ll take out the garbage, let’s go Yugyeom.”

“Aish you are so mean Jinyoung hyung!”

The group bickers as they set out to find a task to help me and I felt extremely grateful. A group of handsome badass mafia men helping me clean out a run down pub, you don’t see that happening everyday. First, there aren’t usually handsome mafia men who come visit, and usually when they do they trash the place. I sigh shaking my head in defeat, “Jaebum…make them stop.”

He casually shrugs taking another swing of amber liquid from his glass, “Relax and enjoy it, they’ll be done in under 15 minutes.”

“Ahh that’s not the point!” I scold yanking his arm so that he would get up, “If they are working so should you!”

“But I’m their leader…” he whines while stacking up all the empty glasses from the table.

“Yes you are, but you aren’t a dictator so get your ass going,” I say ushering him towards the sink.

“True, you’re the dictator,” Jaebum coos with a smug grin as the palm of my hand connects with his back.

And just like Jaebum said, the place was spotless in record time. Jinyoung did an impeccable job with ordering the boys around to clean. The pub was cleaner than when I first started working here a few months ago. I grin plopping the last cup back onto the shelf, “Done!”

“Thank you all so much for the help, I really appreciate it!” I beam clapping my hands together.

The group collectively shrugged with replies on the line of ‘no problem’ and ‘you’re welcome’. I smile up at them, “It’s really nice meeting you. If it’s okay with Jaebum I would love for us to all go out again sometime!”

“Who cares what JB says, of course we will!” Jackson beams receiving an elbow in the ribs from Jaebum.

Jaebum leans into the blonde’s ear and whispers something that causes him to groan, “Are you serious? I hate doing drug deliveries on that side of town…”

I honestly sometimes forget that they were apart of the underground society until I hear shit like that. I laugh watching Jackson go on his knees to beg Jaebum to do that delivery himself. I see a white ball of cloth in my peripheral and I turn around to be met with Yugyeom holding my coat in his hand with a shy grin.

“Here (Y/N) noona,” he says helping me shrug into my coat. I raise a brow at the younger boy’s actions and he chuckles softly, “I’m sorry for ruining your alone time with JB earlier.”

I giggle shaking my head, “That’s okay Gyeommie,” I smile tippy toeing to pat his head softly, “Never hesitate to call when you are in trouble, okay?”

“You’re so kind noona,” the tall younger male cries pulling me into his side for a hug. I barely had time to return his embrace before Jaebum pulls me away and into his chest, “Yugyeom, you can do that delivery with Jackson.”

Jackson hollers as it was Yugyeom’s turn to cry now. I tut shaking my head, “Don’t be naughty Jaebummie.” I didn’t realize how suggestive that sounded until it was too late. Jaebum’s usually pale cheeks flush red while a moment of silence took place and suddenly his friends burst out laughing.

“Don’t be naughty JB~”

“Did she just call you Jaebummie?”

“Oh shit JAEBUMMIE!”

“JB isn’t working for me anymore, call I call you Jaebummie from now on?”

“JB is always naughty.”

Even though they were teasing Jaebum I felt my own cheeks heat up, “I’m so sorry…” I bashfully smile latching onto his bicep as he covers his face with one of his hands.

“If any of you guys call me that again I will literally cut off your fingers one by one while you watch,” he threatens, “And I’ll give them to the next person to eat. And repeat.”

“Jae…” I sigh, “Be nice…”

He frowns with his lower lip between his pearly white teeth, “Sorry…”

“Good boy, let’s go home then! Bye everyone!” I happily chirp pulling a defeated Jaebum to his car.

2:32 PM

Jaebum^^: Jagi?

[Y/N]: Jaebummie :)

Jaebum^^: It’s Monday so you don’t have work tonight and you just finished class, yes?

[Y/N]: That is correct you big stalker. What’s up?

Jaebum^^: Any interest in going to the winter festival?

[Y/N]: Like a date? :D

Jaebum^^: Don’t be dumb.

Jaebum^^: So is that a yes?

[Y/N]: I dunno :P

Jaebum^^: -__-

[Y/N]: Haha! That looks exactly like you!

Jaebum^^: Jagiyaaa

[Y/N]: I’ll meet you there!

Jaebum^^: I’ll come after making my delivery.

[Y/N]: Delivering flowers right?

Jaebum^^: No, drugs.

Jaebum^^: But did you want flowers?

[Y/N]: I’ll take the drugs.

Jaebum^^: Jagi…you can’t have that. It’s not good for you.

[Y/N]: Do yOU Do tHe DrUgs?

Jaebum^^: Of course not. How else would I have such good skin? ;)

[Y/N]: Good. I’ll see you soon then Jaebummm

[Y/N]: ie

Jaebum^^: Can’t wait.

8:48 PM

I sigh checking the time for the hundredth time that minute. Jaebum is almost an hour late. I sniffle rubbing my hands together for warmth as I sat on the bench overlooking the entrance to the festival. Maybe I should text him…perhaps he forgot even though he planned the date a few hours ago. Or maybe he was in the middle of a delivery…I definitely don’t want to disrupt him if he were to be in one. I slouch with a sigh watching the white puffs leave my lips, maybe I should just go home.

“Why so glum? Got stood up?”

My ears perk up at the familiar voice. I look up from the laces on my boots to see my brother’s best friend, Yoongi. He hasn’t changed much since I’ve seen him last month except for his hair colour, he couldn’t seem to keep one colour for long. There he stood confidently in his newly dyed mint coloured locks and his long black wool coat with a black turtleneck peeping through the collar. He smirks, hands in his pockets and thick black framed glasses perched on his nose, he looked like he was worth a million bucks, which he probably did as I could see his familiar Rolex peep from  under his coat’s sleeve.

“Yoongi oppa!” I grin as he plops down beside me on the bench. He rolls his shoulder and repositions himself so that he faced me with one leg over the other.

“So what brings you here? Wouldn’t you rather stay in and watch Netflix?” Yoongi asks indifferently, tapping his leather gloved hands against his cheek.

I bashfully giggle scratching my cheek with my frozen fingers, “Haha…wouldn’t you rather stay in too? And I was just about to head back home.”

“Did you really get stood up (Y/N)? I will literally go and kill the guy, you know that.”

I laugh causing white puffs to burst out, “I know! That’s why I’m not gonna tell you anything oppa.” The idea scared me. Yoongi fighting Jaebum. They were both equally scary but Jaebum was a part of a gang while Yoongi…I actually had no idea what he did for a living but if I remembered correctly he was notorious for picking fights with everyone during high school and for sleeping through all his classes.

Yoongi squints at me through his glasses, “I’ll tell your brother.”

I squint right back at him, “You wouldn’t dare…Suga…”

Yoongi outwardly cringes and hangs his head, “I thought that name died back in high school.”

“Well you are still sweet and pale like sugar now so?” I shrug teasingly, holding back the snort creeping up my throat. Yoongi had a phase where he called himself Suga, claiming that he was sweet like sugar. That was also the phase where he started getting involved with girls that but wasn’t any of my business.

“Come on, I’ll take you home then,” he suggests getting up from the bench.

“I…actually wanted to see the light festival,” I say with a small hopeful smile.

Yoongi groans holding out a hand for me, “Hurry up then. The faster we are done the faster I am home and in my bed.”

“Really?” I ask excitedly and he shrugs but I didn’t miss the corners of his lips lift up, “You’re the best Yoongi oppa!”

I latch onto his arm hugging his bicep tightly as I pull him to the direction of the light festival. My body slightly convulses as it made contact with his extremely warm body, immediately stealing his heat.

“Yahh you are freezing��let’s get some hot chocolate for you before we go see the stupid lights,” Yoongi complains trying his best to hide how considerate and sweet he was, just like how he was back in high school, “And of course I will pay, don’t worry. I know you are broke as fuck.”

“You’re still sweet like sugar!” I giggle snuggling up into his soft wool jacket.

Jaebum POV

I couldn’t believe the amount of deliveries we had today. Usually I would be extremely content however I couldn’t find the mood to be as I realized I was about an hour late to meet up with (Y/N). She was probably freezing her little self out there waiting for me. I floored the gas and made it to the festival in record time. As I pull up into the parking lot my heart skips a beat as her shrill voice screams out ‘oppa’ how could she see me from here? The answer was, she didn’t, I watch her from a distance as she happily launches herself at a male dressed in all black with his stupid mint coloured hair. He forcibly shoves her head away from his arm but she continued to stick on him like a fucking leech. I was livid. I could probably make it over the curb with my car and run him over without harming a hair on (Y/N)’s pretty little head. But she seemed so content, more content than she ever was around me and I couldn’t bring myself to ruin her little date. A date planned by me but stolen by fucking tiny ass mint head over there. I sigh looking at my passenger seat where a huge bundle of (favourite flowers) sat. What a waste of BamBam’s hard work of stalking all of her social media pages to find out her favourite flower arrangement.

12:18 AM

Your POV

I smile contently waving around the snowflake light stick Yoongi bought for me from a nice old man by the snowflake installation. I smile up at him as he rolls his eyes and looked anywhere but me.

“You’re going to whack someone in the face dumbass…and your poor ass won’t be able to pay off the charges they will sue your ass for,” he scoffs teasingly.

I laugh booping his nose softly with the wand, “That’s okay! I’ll steal your Rolex and give it to them. That should be enough to cover both eyes.”

“You know how important that thing is to me,” Yoongi sighs rolling his eyes, and for a moment it reminded me too much of Jaebum.

“I know~ Hobi oppa bought that for you for your birthday!” I giggle thinking about how cute the embodiment of gloom and doom was with his adorable sunshine boyfriend. Yoongi’s gummy smile surfaced for a good two seconds before he flicks me on my forehead and was back to his usual bored expression.

“Thanks for today…I had so much fun,” I grin slipping into his white Hummer.

Yoongi hums, “I had fun too.”

Even though he sounded indifferent my heart flutters with happiness, with Yoongi such simple words mean the world with this one. I smile contently looking out the window as I continue to wave around the light stick to the rap softly playing on the radio.

“Yoongi oppa?”

He hums for me to continue.

“Is my brother okay?” I ponder tapping the light stick against my chin, “He hasn’t visited me in a while.”

“Yeah he’s alright. Just caught up in something at the moment,” he sighs seemingly knowing all too well with the issue at hand, “We will all hang out next week okay? After your exams.”

I nervously laugh, “Ah ha oh yeah…my exams…”

“You’re a smart girl, you’ll be just fine,” Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, “Just remember if you score less than 80% your brother is going to force you to move back on campus and you can’t work anymore.”

I groan, “I know…”

1:03 AM

With a loud yawn I flop onto the lumpy couch. I illuminate the screen on my phone to be welcomed with zero new messages. I frown opening Jaebum’s chat.

2:37 PM

Jaebum^^: Can’t wait.

Did he really forget about me? I felt a little bit hurt and I wanted to message him and confront him about it but at the same time I didn’t want to seem needy. Especially if he actually stood me up, that would smush the tiny bit of ego I had left. Sitting there staring at my phone until small black dots blurred my vision I decided on my next course of action.

[Y/N]: Jacksooooonnnnnnnn

J ♥: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

J ♥: What’s up?

[Y/N]: Do you know where Jaebum is?

J ♥: OF COURSE

J ♥: He’s right beside me drinking lots and lots

[Y/N]: Oh I see. Thanks Jacks.

J ♥: Why you asking?

[Y/N]: Nothing. Just curious…how long have you two been drinking?

J ♥: wAY TOO LONG

J ♥: JB IS SO FUCKING DRUNKKK

[Y/N]: Ah I see. Well make sure to take good care of him. I’m going to head to bed now. Good luck Jackson and good night! :)

J ♥: I was going to throw him off a bridge but since you asked so nicely…

J ♥: You got my word! I will take good care of him and tuck him into bed like the giant baby he is. Night!

I groan tossing my phone onto the cushion, Jaebum really forgot about me and went drinking with Jackson instead. My lip quivers and I could feel the water works starting. It’s not like we were in a relationship, just because he calls me jagiya doesn’t actually mean anything. I sigh closing my eyes refusing to let myself cry over such trivial matters. Once the hot tears subdued I sluggishly make my way towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Snuggled in bed with clean hair and fresh newly washed clothes I immediately felt better. I purse my lips reaching for my phone on the bedside table, flicking on the lock screen to be met with no new messages.

2:04 AM

I peep out the smeared windows from the pub to see nothing but pitch darkness aside from the dim street lamps dispersed at every block. Maybe Jaebum was just running late, I thought to myself hopefully as I sat in the booth to play on my phone.

2:31 AM

Okay.

Maybe he wasn’t coming.

To say that I felt embarrassed was an understatement. I hold back a sniffle and quickly got up from the booth and threw my backpack heavy with textbooks over my shoulders. I open the pub’s door to be met with winter’s merciless bite, “Ughh fuck me…” I mumble flicking the lock closed as my fingers already start to stiffen. I readjust the straps that were digging into my shoulders and looked around one final time to see no one in sight.

For some reason my heart hammered against my chest as I walked down the familiar dark littered street. I always walked back home like this for three months, only up until a week ago Jaebum started escorting me home. I can’t believe in just a week I have gotten so used to having his company making me feel safe and secure that now I’m literally shaking in my boots as I trek the short fifteen minute walk home. As much as I didn’t want to admit how scared I was, I wasn’t going to lie I was speed walking to the point that the back of my thighs burned. I was only five more minutes away from the apartment until I heard someone kick an empty beer can behind me.

I didn’t bother in turning around to be met with some late night sexual predator. I ran the rest of the way home. By the time I reached the apartment building I was out of breath panting with beads of sweat formed at my temple. But at least I was safe.

-

The next few following days panned out the same. However as each day passed I got more paranoid and I felt like I was being watched, even though it was most likely just my stupid brain playing games with me. It’s embarrassing, but I got so paranoid I ended up calling Jackson tonight.

“Jackson?” I meekly call out through the receiver and he greets loudly through his end.

“What’s up (Y/N)?”

“Sorry to bother you at this time but…can you please pick me up from work?” I ask my heart stopping for a moment a waiting for his reply.

“Is JB running late again? He shouldn’t be…he left early today.”

“Oh…um. Jackson, Jaebum hasn’t picked me up this entire week,” I explain.

“What? Then where has he been rushing off to every night?” Jackson ponders out loud on his end.

My stomach hits the floor and I wanted nothing more than to just hang up and go home and snuggle up in bed. I fake a laugh, “Actually it’s okay Jackson! I can get home myself! Sorry for calling you at 2 in the morning.”

“Oh what no it’s not a problem. I’m just surprised JB hasn’t been picking you up. I’ll head over right now. It’ll just take me 20 minutes to get over there,” Jackson explains as I hear him shuffling around.

“Ah, no that’s not necessary! I see Jaebum! Sorry for calling I’m gonna hang up now I don’t want to keep him waiting!”

“I knew it! He wouldn’t let his girl walk home at this time of the night. I’ll talk to you later, see ya!”

I quickly end the call, finally allowing the pent up sigh to escape. I felt a little guilty about lying to the bubbly man but I needed to end the call before my brain exploded at the newly obtained information. Where has Jaebum been sneaking off to if he wasn’t with me? I already felt sick in the stomach thinking about him playing around with other girls but that really wasn’t my business I tell myself the umpteenth time this week.

How pathetic. I haven’t even stepped a foot outside of the pub and my heart is already hammering. Maybe I should quit after today, I don’t think my weak heart can take anymore of this on top of the run home. I take a deep breath and peeped my head out the door to take a good look around my surroundings and my heart stops mid beat as I catch movement of a figure hastily hiding behind the corner. Without missing a beat I slam the door shut and locked the door. I take out my phone with shaky hands and I opened to Jaebum’s contact profile. Hyperventilating as my thumb hovered over the call button. I shake my head and quickly hit the back button, what if he was in the middle of something? I can’t possibly bother him with my stupid little problems so I did the only thing I think of.

“Hey…Jackson?”

-

In exactly 20 minutes his headlights flood the pub and I almost forgot to lock the door as I desperately made my way into his strong arms. I cried into his scarf hugging him tightly while he pat my head softly.

“I want Jaebum!” I sob my voice echoing down the street.

The blonde sighs, “I really thought he was picking you up. I texted him before coming to get you and he just said ‘K’ I seriously don’t know what’s going through that thick skull of his.”

“I’m sorry Jackson. I didn’t want to bother you but I’m paranoid, I feel someone watching me. And…and after that time with those drunk people I’m scared when Jaebum isn’t there with me,” I confess pulling away from him to look up at him to see his sincere expression.

He smiles warmly, “Well I’m no JB but I’m sure I can make you feel safe. I’ll drop you back home from now on until you get this sorted out with JB. Does that sound good?”

I nod happily with tears of contentment slipping down my cheeks, “Y-Yeah.”

Jaebum POV

My phone rings and I pick up knowingly who was on the other end.

“Is she home Jackson?”

Despite the urgency in my voice the blonde just laughs on the other end, “Yeah yeah she’s home. I even walked her to her door just as you wanted. So…tell me why have you been stalking her home and making her paranoid to the point she cried today?”

“S-She cried?” I stutter into the receiver. My heart panging with guilt that I caused her distress, yet again.

“Yeah. She thought that she was getting stalked. But little did she know it was just you keeping an eye on her cause you are too chicken to confront her after catching her with some guy,” Jackson sighs all teasing put aside he was genuinely upset by how I handled the situation.

“She cried because I scared her?” This already happened once I didn’t want to be the cause of her tears because of my thoughtless actions.

Jackson chuckles on his end, “Actually, she was crying for you. She literally said ‘I want Jaebum’ you should just talk to her JB. The guy was probably just a school friend or something. I’m no love expert but she really likes you, don’t fuck this up. She’s a great girl, don’t lose her because you are scared that she’s invested with someone else. Because with what I’m understanding, the only person she’s invested in is you.”

I registered all of that but the only thing that was able to leave my lips was, “Is this really Jackson?”

And my question was answered when he started shouting profanities on the other end. He takes a deep breath, “Just go talk to her will you?”

“I will.”

Your POV

6:14 PM

‘Thank god I didn’t have work today’ rang through my head all day as I sat during my lecture. After yesterday I was slightly embarrassed to ever show my face to Jackson again. I can’t believe I cried and made him pick me up from work because I was feeling a little paranoid.

I groan dragging my feet a long the sidewalk making my way to the 7-Eleven to pick up something for tonight’s dinner. I’m going to get some nice hot meal tonight instead of my usual instant ramen noodles, and that was the only thing I’m looking forward to this entire week.

My eyes wander the array selection of snacks and I wanted to stuff all of them into my basket but with only twenty dollars in my pocket I had to settle for one package of (your favourite snack) so that I could afford the assorted bento. Sometimes I regret being so stubborn and not accepting charity money from my brother, I could’ve easily bought the entire shelf of snacks with his generosity. With two dollars to spare I happily bought a hot cup of coffee to keep me warm on the long walk home.

I contently sip on the steaming hot liquid that successfully warmed up my hands and my chest. So far my day was been great considering how shit the rest of my week has been with Jaebum ignoring me and the endless paranoia on the walks back home. Almost immediately as I thought that my life was getting just a bit brighter, I finally see Jaebum after a whole week. There he stood in his calm stoic expression tall and confident on the other side of the road clad characteristically in all black, however instead of his usual leather jacket he was clad handsomely in a long wool jacket similar to Mark’s. I almost thought that he was maybe just a figment of my imagination considering how fast he came into my life and how fast he just left without an explanation. But here I was finally getting the explanation I deserved to his sudden disappearance. I watch as he places his gloved hand on the small of the back of a tall and slender beauty. He opens the door to an apartment complex for her and ushers her impatiently inside. Jaebum quickly follows her in right after, closing the door behind them.

Any hopes of mutual feelings on his end flew away with the cold winter wind. Of course he had a girlfriend who carried herself with the upmost confidence and looked just as sexy as him. It was a cruel joke that he played on me, making me think that I actually had a chance with someone like him, however I couldn’t exactly give him all the blame. I mean, I was stupid enough to think that I was ever good enough to be with him. Rich, handsome and kind despite his lifestyle then there was me. Average in looks and just about everything else I did, poor and straight up naïve. My chest tightens and clenches but I found comfort in it, at least I finally know where I stand with him. And where I stand is nowhere near his side and that was fine because I finally know and I can stop waiting like a high school girl for her crush to text her back.

I glance down at the scarf and wool coat Jaebum bought me and suddenly I didn’t feel so warm anymore, even with the hot coffee burning through its sleeve and into my hand. It was fun while it lasted I guess, getting treated like his princess, but it’s finally time to wake up to reality. I didn’t want anything to do with Jaebum anymore.

7:28 PM

The 7-Eleven dinner was bland.

But that was probably just me. My sour mood must’ve overpowered the MSG in the food. Out of the entire situation the only thing I was proud of was how I still haven’t cried. Maybe I’ve seen this coming, when has any of my love interests ever liked me back? And why would they now? Jaebum carried himself well, he was confident and got whatever or whoever he wanted. Even though he was always dotting on me calling me sweet names and such he never once asked me officially to be his. My brother always warned me of this, if a person doesn’t officially ask you, you can’t complain if they ever leave you. Because you were actually never in a relationship, you can’t accuse the other of cheating, the only person you can accuse is yourself and that is for being stupid. My brother was wise, too bad I was always too dense to ever listen to him. I shut my eyes and before I knew it I fell into a deep sleep.

12:41 AM

I groan groping in the general vicinity of my vibrating phone on the table beside the couch. Finally getting a hold of it I turn on the screen to be met with blinding light. I yelp hastily putting the brightness on the lowest setting but even so it was still too bright. My eyes finally adjust but my brain still couldn’t comprehend the words on the screen.

Jaebum^^: Hey, how have you been?

Jaebum^^: I apologize for not picking you up this week. Something came up.

Yeah your dick.

That’s what I wanted to type and my fingers were physically itching to click send. But I figured I should save the little dignity I had left by handling the situation in a more mature manner.

[Y/N]: I understand. That’s okay.

Jaebum^^: I knew it! You’re the best. Is it alright if I came over? I haven’t seen you in a while.

Jaebum^^: I miss you.

My heart pumps at concerning speeds as I angrily came up with a reply. How long does he think he can play me?

[Y/N]: I don’t want to see you.

Jaebum^^: Ah…yeah it’s pretty late. Maybe tomorrow?

[Y/N]: No JB. I don’t want to see you ever.

Jaebum^^: Are you seriously that angry because I haven’t picked you up?

Jaebum^^: You know I’m not your fucking taxi driver right?

I wanted to scream at him in all capitals and say ‘NO IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING CHEATING ON ME’ but I remember my brother’s words, it’s not cheating because I was never dating him to begin with.

[Y/N]: No of course not. I really did appreciate you taking me home.

[Y/N]: It’s just that…I think it’s better if we don’t see each other again. It’s not good for me.

Jaebum^^: Did something happen?

Jaebum^^: Did someone hurt you? I will fucking gut them alive.

You did Jaebum.

Jaebum^^: You never call me JB.

Jaebum^^: Are you being blackmailed? Held captive?

[Y/N]: Don’t be silly. I’m safe.

[Y/N]: Everyone calls you JB. And I feel that we aren’t on the first name bases.

[Y/N]: Sorry JB. But I need to go.

Jaebum^^: [Y/N]

I sigh feeling slightly guilty giving him the cold shoulder but I deserved better than to be disrespected like that. Without another thought I turn off my phone and stuffed it into the seat of the couch, out of sight out of mind. I deserve my only one night off and I should enjoy it as much as I can. Flicking on Netflix I watch until I fell asleep on the couch.

2 AM

I don’t know if I was happy that Jaebum didn’t show up to take me home or if I was disappointed. Regardless the walk home was fine, I didn’t feel like someone was watching me compared to prior days where I felt lingering eyes on my back. Even so I couldn’t help but fantasize him waiting for me by the door with flowers in hand and saying something along the lines of ‘It was just a misunderstanding, let’s go home now’. I sigh shaking my head, I got to stop thinking about him and hurry home so that I can focus on the final exams creeping up in a few days.

I throw open the door to my apartment and drop my bag on the floor with a thud. Just as I was about to switch on the light I heard another thud, however it wasn’t from my bag this time, it was coming from my bedroom. My heartbeat accelerates along with my anxiety till it reached the peeling ceiling. I quickly lock the door and grabbed the conveniently placed baseball bat that rested with my umbrella by the door, thank you Taehyung for forgetting to pick it up for weeks. I hold the bat tightly in my hands and slowly followed the sound. I was not getting robbed today, I am too fucking broke to have to deal with this kind of bullshit. I chanted over and over in my head. Sucking in a deep breath I kick open the door and took a powerful swing at the intruder. It was dark to say in the least. I could barely see so I missed their head, however I managed to connect the solid piece of wood with the person’s arm. They hiss in pain, “Fuck! (Y/N)!”

“What?” I scream blindly waving around the bat with no intentions of stopping.

The person groans and flicks on the light.

I stood there readying myself for another swing as I was now practically blind from the bright light. I squint and finally see the person I thought I would never see again in leather hunched over my cabinet holding his now throbbing arm.

Jaebum.

His usually crisp and clean appearance was covered in blood dribbling down his forehead. His hair was slick with sweat as his face contorts in pain. I look down to see that his white tshirt was drenched completely red where his hand was clenching on his stomach.

“Jaebum…” I breathe soaking in everything before me as his clothes soaked in his blood, “Jaebum…” I call again dropping the bat and cautiously walked up to him.

I could feel his hot sticky blood seeping into my coat as I held him tightly, refusing to let him go.

“Sorry. I couldn’t make it back home so I stopped by here…” he pants heavily, “I…I know you don’t want to see me.”

“Shut up…” I whimper hot tears bubbling over and streaming down my cheeks and onto his neck.

“Sorry for scaring you…I was getting up to tell you not to freak out but,” he chuckles before wincing immediately, “You know how to take care of yourself I’m so proud.”

“I don’t care about any of that…Jaebum what do I do? How can I help you?” I sob looking up at him, his face only a mere few millimeters away from mine. His eyes flutter closed his long eyelashes on full display as he closes the space. Jaebum’s soft full lips presses desperately against mine, “Stop crying.”

I sniffle nodding hysterically, “Okay. Okay what now?”

“Stop freaking out. I’m not dying,” Jaebum softly smiles as he pulls away to rest his weight against the cabinet, “I’m okay.”

I gesture wildly at him, “That’s not okay! You’re bleeding everywhere!” I scream causing him to wince.

“To be honest, where you hit my arm hurts the most,” he proudly grins. I know he meant it as a joke to make me feel better but it completely had the opposite effect. I sob even louder throwing myself onto the ground by his feet.

“I’m just kidding!” he panics. Despite his serious injuries he bends down and helps me to my feet when he could barely stay up on his very own two ones, “I’m just kidding…” he coos pulling me against his damp chest.

I stifle my cries and hold him tightly snuffing my nose against his neck. Sweat and metallic iron filled my nostrils. He gently rubs his hand up and down my back, “I have a favour to ask of you.”

I nod.

He lowers himself with some difficultly onto the bed as I take off my jacket. In his sitting position I slip him from his leather jacket and placed it beside him on the bed. I take a deep breath, hands on the hem of his shirt. With closed eyes I peel the sticky fabric off his body and dropped it onto the floor. I open my eyes to see Jaebum also having his eyes squeezed shut. I lower my head and gently kissed his cheek causing his warm chocolate brown eyes to flutter open. He innocently looks up at me and I smile softly lowering his body to recline on the small bed.

“It’s okay, trust me?” I quietly ask holding the needle and thread in shaky hands. He nods gazing up at me as my own eyes roam over the multiple stab wounds littering his front. I shakily take a seat in my chair and placed the warm bowl of water in my lap. Soaking the white towel I ring it out and took a deep breath before allowing the fabric to meet his skin. I close my eyes momentarily to get rid of the dizziness I felt from seeing the amount of blood seeping out of his milky white flesh.

“I-It’s okay…” I coo swallowing drily as I gently sew up his deepest opening. He sighs, forehead beading in sweat as he squeezes his eyes shut. A soft moan leaves his lips despite the force he bit on his bottom lip. “I’m sorry…it probably hurts even more because I’m doing it and I don’t know shit…” I breathlessly laugh trying my best to quickly finish up this one to put him out of his misery. His stomach clenches in pain as I pull the thread to close up the wound and blood started to bubble from his other openings. The thread gets tangled with his skin as I stubbornly pull at the string. Jaebum groans softly as blood cascades down his ribs and onto the bedding. Tears start to blur my vision, “I…I can’t do it Jaebum…you need professional help. I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing!” I sob tears falling once again.

Jaebum hushes me softly caressing my cheek, brushing the hot sticky tears away, “Shh, I trust you with my life. (Y/N) are doing great.” He assures with a tired smile, “Just pull the thread tightly.” I rub away my tears the back of my hand and nod, “Okay.”

I pull the string with all my might closing up the opening successfully. Maybe a little too successfully, his skin bunches around the thread causing a loud moan to leave Jaebum, “Fuck...that’s my girl,” he hisses under his breath, “Now two more. Just maybe a little more gentle okay?”

I shyly smile nodding, “Sorry Jaebummie.” He lets out a heavy breath with a content smile, “I thought I was never going to hear you call me that again. I’m so relived.”

“I’m still mad at you,” I huff sticking the needle with a little more confidence into him. He takes a sharp intake of breath, “What did I do? I should be mad with you!” he says defensively.

“What?” I threaten glooming over his reclined body and he smiles sheepishly waving away the situation with his better arm, the arm that I didn’t facture. Being petty I pull the thread just as hard as my first accidental one. Jaebum sucks his teeth and clenches the bedding in his fist in blinding white pain. After sewing up two wounds and the first one being the longest and deepest the last sewing job as a piece of cake. And watching the intimidating man withering in pain and moaning in my bed gave me the sympathy to be gentle for his last one. He sighs in relief as he was preparing himself for another brutal assault but it never came. I give his toned chest and stomach one final wipe with the now pink towel before bandaging him up snuggly. I told him to wait as I went to change the water and towel to gingerly wipe away the sweat and dried up trickle of blood on his temple, “There.”

The corners of his lips twitch upwards as he nuzzles his cheek against my palm. Jaebum turns his head and presses his chapped lips against my thumb, “Thank you,” he breaths closing his eyes finally allowing the exhaustion to take over his body.

“You can stay the night…I guess,” I huff retracting my hand to cross my arms over my chest, “I’m going to shower and get ready for bed,” I quietly say tapping my fingers against the now cold bowl of water.

The hot shower was much needed after that eventful and probably life scarring experience. Never had I’ve seen that much blood in my life and that is coming from a girl who seen drunk people make broken glass rain at work. I also never stitched a person up before, my hands can still feel the resistance of skin against the tip of the needle before finally giving in and getting punctured. I slip into my Ryan Bear pajamas seeing no shame in them since Jaebum already saw them last week. I quietly navigate my way from the bathroom and through the bedroom trying my best to not wake up Jaebum.

“Where are you going?” his soft voice calls out.

“Um…to the living room,” I explain but it sounded more like a question.

Jaebum tries to get up into a seated position but his face contorts in pain as he accidently applies pressure onto his bruised arm. He raises a brow and tilts his head to the little space beside him on the twin sized bed, “Why don’t you sleep here?”

A small smile stretches across my features and I shake my head reluctantly, “That’s probably not a good idea.”

“Oh right. Your boyfriend would get mad,” Jaebum practically growls out.

“I think the only person who is getting mad is you Jaebum,” I lightly laugh, “But no. I don’t have a boyfriend and I wont sleep with you because you have a girlfriend. Anyways, good night Jaebum.”

I give him another small smile before making my way to the door to the living room. What Jaebum did next made me and all the doctors around the world scream as well. He jumps up from the bed to jumps to block the door with no pain evident in his face in his hurried panic.

“What girlfriend?! The only girlfriend I want is you and I thought I made that clear!” He spits out in a frantic haste.

I blink up at him before hitting him on the chest, “What the fuck Jaebum! It’s not that big of a deal! Get back in bed you’re hurt!” I scream shoving him back to bed but he didn’t move a budge.

“Only if you join me,” he stubbornly replies, I huff crossing my arms over my chest and he did the same. I roll my eyes and gestured my head over to the bed and made my way over with him. He slips back into the indent he made into the bed while I sit beside him on the small space beside him careful to not accidently brush against him.

“So you were mad because you thought I had a girlfriend?” He inquires slipping a hand under the pillow as he laid on his side facing me. I look down at him and nodded biting my lip.

“Well you didn’t talk to me for a week after leaving me at the festival waiting for you for an hour and when I finally see you were you were walking a really pretty girl into an apartment! What else was I supposed to think you dumbass! And you made me walk home all alone and it was scary!” At that moment I could probably audition at some entertainment company and debut as the next best female rapper after CL. After finally letting out my bottled emotions I felt a lot better, but bringing up my week’s trouble I felt the waterworks start up again.

Jaebum laughs snuggling his face into the fluffy pillow. He reaches a hand out and pulls me so that I lay closely beside him. Practically sharing a pillow with him he gazes deeply into my eyes and smiles his crescent eyed smile, “I thought I made myself very clear that I love you and that I want to be with you,” he says knitting his eyebrows together. “Well first, I’m sorry about the festival. I did come but extremely late, a job got me caught up. That was my fault. But I saw you with this stupid mint hair guy and I got mad and left.”

I giggle, “You get jealous that easily? I thought I made it very clear that I like you too.”

“Well…you are a extremely kind girl okay? You could’ve just been being nice to me. I don’t know! Anyways, that led to not picking you up. But I was there, I stalked you home and I made you feel paranoid which is also my bad.”

My shoulders shake trying to hold back my laughter, “Ahh Jaebum…”

“And third, that pretty girl was a prostitute. We escort all our girls to their clients to ensure their safety. Regardless I don’t know why you of all people would be jealous at all. You are the most beautiful girl out there anyways,” he confesses in all seriousness. After explaining everything he takes in a huge breath then flashed me a shy smile.

Blood rushes to my cheeks and I blush a bright red similar to a tomato, “Y-You can’t just say things like that!”

“I will tell you everything no matter how embarrassing if that can make you stay. I don’t want to lose you,” he says raking his fingers over my spine. I sheepishly grin looking anywhere but deep into his eyes.

“I didn’t know where our relationship stood. You never asked me out officially…” I lamely interject and he smiles.

“I didn’t realize I had to officially ask you out to show how much I cared for you since I thought my actions said enough. But if that can prevent this from happening ever again…” he sighs rolling his eyes teasingly, “Will you do me the honour and be my girlfriend?”

“That was so cheesy,” I complain with a groan stifling the giggle as he presses the tip of his nose against mine.

“You loved it. Shut up and kiss me,” he hums closing his eyes.

I roll my eyes and press my lips against his.

“So is that a yes or a no?” Jaebum ponders throwing the cover over us.

I laugh snuggling into the already warmed up blankets, “Are you stupid?”

“I need you to confirm so the next time I see you with another man I know you aren’t cheating on me,” he whines teasingly as I relentlessly hit him regardless of his injuries.

“Yes. Yes I will be your girlfriend. You are so stupid I hate you,” I sigh closing my eyes. Regardless of the indifferent front I put up, he felt my heart hammering happily against his.

“I love you too. Now go turn off the lights (Y/N),” he yawns closing his eyes with a smug smile on his lips.

“What? No I’m comfortable you go turn it off.”

He feigns pain, “B-But I’ve been stabbed.”

“Oh god, I fucking hate you Jaebum.”

9:32 AM

“Hey don’t you have class?”

My eyes flew open and I abruptly sit up from bed. The sudden rush of blood to my head causes black dots to appear in my vision. I blink reaching over for my phone.

“Just kidding. It’s reading week for you no?”

Relief floods my body but not it was replaced with complete and utter annoyance. I whip my head around to see Jaebum lying down smugly with arms behind his head.

“Okay you little shit…” I seethe between my teeth, “What do you want.”

Jaebum pretends to be in deep thought before his face lights up brightly, “Pancakes and a nice hot shower!”

I flop down into the mattress with a groan, “You woke me up like that for pancakes? Go shower yourself.”

“I can’t. You hurt my dominant arm,” and if that wasn’t enough to make me feel guilty already he adds, “When you tried to club me to death.”

“You haven’t been my boyfriend for more than 12 hours and you already want me to bathe you?”

“Yeah”

“Alright let’s go you freak.”

-

I told myself it wasn’t anything sexual. He needed me to help him shower because he was hurt, that was all. Even so, when he starts to strip of his pants I was internally screaming. I close my eyes but I hear loud and clear the fabric dropping and pooling by his feet. I hear his chuckles and a loud slapping noise as he teasingly stretches and snaps the elastic of his boxers. I mumble some profanities under my breath as the smaller piece of fabric drops to the tiled floor.

“I need help,” Jaebum states indifferently.

I shake my head eyes still squeezed shut, “No you don’t. You’re a big boy.”

“Yeah I am. You can see too if you just open your eyes,” he teases and I practically choke on my spit.

“Jaebum!” I whine covering my face with my hands.

“No seriously though, I can’t take off the bandages.”

I groan blindly swiping my hands at the air to find him. Surely enough with my luck I accidently traveled a little too low to swat the back of my hand against his precious family jewels. I scream mentally taking in how soft the skin felt and how much resistance it had when getting hit which only meant that he was in fact quite large. But I didn’t want that to plague my brain so I continued to scream hoping the sound would drown my dirty thoughts and flush them right out of my brain.

“Ah jagi, I just want a shower. Why are you teasing me?”

“I-I’m not! It was an accident and you know that!”

He hums contently probably shrugging but I couldn’t really tell as my eyes were still glued shut. Jaebum takes my hands in his and places them on his chest. I smooth my palms against his hot skin and found the bandages quickly undoing them. He lets out a soft sigh as my hands travelled lower and lower but after no indications of any more bandages I quickly retract my hands to my sides, “There.”

“You know I don’t care if you see me naked,” he says suddenly with his hands rubbing soothing circles into my hips.

“I know you don’t,” I stutter with a blush.

“Then open your pretty eyes,” he chuckles.

Testing the waters I crack open one eye to see him grin. Then I opened my other eye but I refused to look any lower than his broad shoulders. He gives me a goofy grin that I started to feel characteristically more fitting than his brooding aura that he held a week ago. His gaze flutters down to my lips but he didn’t kiss me this time. Instead he drags me to the shower. I roll up my sleeves and tippy toed to grab the handle of the showerhead. I test the warm water in my hand before spraying him with it. He bites his lips as the water stung his wounds but for the most part he seemed to enjoy the water cascading down his body taking away all of yesterday’s sweat.

“Well go soap yourself,” I sternly say and he simply shrugs.

“I can’t my arm hurts. I think you broke it,” he pouts and I spray his face attempting to wash away his lies.

He stands there with no intention to move. I lather the soap in my hands and gingerly rub it into his chest, under his arms, and extremely carefully over his stitches. Thank god he took pity in me and lathed soap in his lower region by himself with his single uninjured hand. I spray the soap away before washing his hair. He grins rather cutely at me as I worked shampoo into his locks, with a cloud perched on his head I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

I managed to stay rather dry considering that I practically had one foot in the shower but it didn’t last long once Jaebum pulled me into a tight hug before he had the chance to dry off.

“Thank you,” he hums against the shell of my ear.

I wasn’t sure if I was blushing by his voice being so close to my ear and sending vibrations straight through my body or if it was because I could feel his soft limp member pressed against my stomach. Regardless I was at a loss of words so I nod shyly in return.

Thankfully I wore boxers as shorts and extremely baggy t-shirts and even more thankfully Jaebum fit in them. I could only look at him properly once he was covered in my green checker print boxers and my bright yellow oppai tee. (Google this if you don’t know what it is, it’s gold) I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at how silly and adorable he looked in colourful clothing. And to top off the look with his hair freshly blow dried with no gel pushing his hair back his fringe sat on his forehead and he looked like a completely different person, he looked soft. His strong arched eyebrows were covered but left his two cute moles peeping from under the tresses of onyx hair. I smiled up at him, I can’t believe this is the man that runs the notorious and merciless GOT7.

Even though I insist that he relaxes on the couch while I throw together his pancakes he persistently follows me closely into the kitchen where he stuck to me like glue. His arms never fail to circle my waist tightly as I made my way around the kitchen.

“Ah you are in the way! Go relax will you!” I complain even though he wasn’t really. I enjoyed his attention very much, however I just don’t want him to know that even though I’m well aware that he knows all too well already.

Instead of coming back with a snarky reply like he usually does he kisses my neck causing the pancake I was attempting to flip fly out of my pan.

“Jaebummie…” I groan as I feel his teeth nip at the supple skin.

I could feel him smile against my neck before he suckles the skin into his mouth. He pulls away with a pop and a smug grin, “Okay.”

He pulls away and makes his way to the couch, leaving me in the kitchen with a pancake on the floor and a hickey on my neck. This man will be the death of me, I swear.

After successfully making a stack of buttermilk pancakes and throwing on a handful of fresh strawberries and blueberries I bring it to Jaebum who was sprawled on the couch like a starfish.

“Yah your pancakes your majesty,” I tease placing them in front of him on the coffee table. He grins sitting up excitedly but thankfully a little more careful of his stitches compared to yesterday. I smile contently watching him gobble up the fluffy cakes. He turns to me with stuffed cheeks, a little piece still sticking out from his lips causing me to giggle. He quickly swallows surprisingly managing to not choke to death and leans in to capture my lips. Even though it was a chaste kiss I could still taste the sweet syrup on him. He smiles pulling away, “Thank you for the food.”

“You like getting babied don’t you?” I curiously ask fighting back a smile.

He blinks pulling his lips into a thin line, “No one ever babies me. Only you do so I’m going to enjoy it obviously.”

I laugh throwing my head back and onto the backrest of the couch, “Big scary mafia boss likes getting pampered?”

He rolls his eyes stuffing another full cake into his mouth, “Well if you put it that way I’m going to deny it.”

“I mean I don’t really care. When you are with me I only see Jaebum. I don’t see JB the mafia boss,” I smile watching a pretty pink dust his pale cheeks, “I also think you look cute with your hair down. I don’t mind your hair pushed back at all, it makes you look unbelievably sexy. But you look so adorable right now with your natural fluffy hair.”

“I don’t want to be cute!” He defensively yells as his cheeks grow darker in shade.

“You’re so cute,” I grin picking at the fruit that laid forgotten by Jaebum in his pursuit for pancakes.

-

The rest of the day consisted of me nursing Jaebum, whether it be getting him a glass of water, get a itch on his back, or rubbing his stomach cause he ate too fast, I did it all. It was nearly 3 PM when I realized I had to go to work, however I was extremely reluctant to leave Jaebum alone like this. While he took a nap on the couch with his head in my lap I made a call into the pub. With one hand continuing to run through his soft tresses while the other held the phone to my ear.

“Hey – sorry I…have a personal emergency I can’t come into work for a few days.”

Surprisingly my boss was completely understanding of the situation. Most probably because I never complained while I took all the shitty shifts and covered for anyone who couldn’t come into work. Having the next few days off would be good, giving me time to care for Jaebum and focus on studying for my final exams. However I can’t help but feel nervous by the nagging that rent money is due in a couple of days as well. It’s probably better to tell my landlord earlier than later that I wouldn’t be able to deliver the full amount by Thursday. I didn’t even realize I groaned out loud until the softly snoring Jaebum’s eyes flutter open to look up at me curiously.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah it’s nothing. Why don’t you go take a nap on the bed? I’ll be back soon I just need to go do something really quick,” I smile reassuringly as he nodded with question.

“Okay,” he smiles warmly, “Stay safe.”

-

I took my sweet time walking down the flights of stairs to get to the first floor where my landlord lived seeing that I was dreading what was coming. I take a deep breath before my knuckles made contact with the door. Shortly after the old man hobbled his way to the door and opened it with a toothy grin, “Ah Miss. (Y/N)! How can I help you?”

I scratch my cheek nervously with my index finger, “I…I just wanted to apologize that my rent money won’t be ready for you by Thursday. I know this is my second month in a row being late but believe me when I say I will get the money to you.”

The old man sighs before erupting in a fit of laughter. Oh man I did it. I broke the poor man who has to deal with my physically poor ass. He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about that dear. A handsome young man came to see me about a week ago and gave me enough money to cover your rent for about a year.”

My eyes bulge out in utter shock, “A-A year?!”

“I was just as shocked as you dear!” The man wholeheartedly chuckles, “He just said ‘This should cover her rent, don’t give her a hard time’ and left, just like that! He never even asked how much your rent was.”

I frown, this smelled like my brother all over it or Jaebum.

“May I ask who gave you the money?”

“Ah the man was very handsome. Dressed all black, leather jacket. Very intimidating. Thank the gods that he was giving me money and not asking me for money in return! I would be shaking in my shoes!”

Definitely Jaebum.

“Was there anything else he said?”

“Oh! Just to…” the man gulps suddenly nervous, “Not tell you…Oh! Dear me! Please don’t tell him I told you!”

“Of course I wont!”

-

God help Jaebum. I storm up the flight of stairs with purpose as if I were starring in some broadway musical.

“Jaebum!!!” I screech sending the bedroom door practically swinging off its hinges.

He peers up from under the covers unaffected by my booming voice, “Yes?”

“Did you pay for my rent? You know I hate depending on others!” I cry out in disbelief.

“Ah that fucking old man had one job,” Jaebum cusses under his breath.

“Jaebum…why?” I ask evidently upset that he spent so much of his money on me.

“I don’t see what’s the big problem (Y/N),” he sighs sitting up for the long speal that he knew was coming his way.

“I don’t want to be dependent on others Jaebum. I want to work hard and earn for myself. I can take care of myself,” I explain pinching the bridge of my nose in irritation.

“And I want to care for you. It’s okay to be dependent on others (Y/N) especially on me. I think everyone around you knows how capable you are at taking care of yourself but you should enjoy life a little. Yes you are making money for your necessities but your health is plummeting because you work insane hours while juggling school. I just want to take a load off your back because it hurts watching you stress out over such a little thing like money,” Jaebum explains rather calmly with a small shrug.

I pull my quivering lips into a frown, he was too sweet just like the syrup that tainted his lips earlier. I fight a sniffle and made my way over to the bed to snuggle into his side, “Thank you…” I mumble allowing his arms to pull me flush against his sculpted warm body.

“I never want money to be an issue for you. It’s literally just paper. I just want you to focus on school and do what you love and makes you happy. Understood?”

“Understood,” I grin as happy tears slip down the corners of my eyes.

“Ahh are you crying again? You big baby…” he teases with his voice full of admiration, “What if I told you I also paid off your school tuition?”

I sat up to look at him seriously and he laughs “I didn’t! I know how important it is for you to pay it off by yourself. You can try your best first and whatever is left I will cover it for you. Deal?”

“Thank you Jaebum,” I smile through my blurry tear vision. Regardless I could still make out his bright grin.

“Please continue to take care of me Jaebum,” I cry finally admitting that I wanted someone’s help. It felt good and at the same time it didn’t make me feel weak. Jaebum helped me because he wanted me to focus on things that made me happy. He didn’t give me charity money because he pitied me, he wanted me to work hard for bigger and better things without money being a factor that was weighing me down.

“Jaebum?”

He hums in reply, “Yeah?”

“I love you too,” I smile wiping away my happy tears, “I didn’t say it yesterday. But I love you too.”

“Yeah I know,” he smugly concludes pulling me back against his body, “I love you most.”

He pulls me into a kiss as I lean over him allowing him to continue to lie on his back. Even though he was beneath me he still forged dominance as he slips in his warm appendage into my hot cavern. I moan softly as he palms his hand against my breast.

“Jaebum…you’re hurt. We should wait until you’re better,” I sigh pulling away as his lips stubbornly follows mine catching them again.

“I already waited. I wanted to do this in the car when you first kissed me,” he mumbles against my cheek.

“Wouldn’t it hurt?” I ask slightly concerned if it was a good idea to get physical in his condition.

“It hurts more having a hard throbbing cock than a slight tug of stitches. Also knowing you, you will be gentle I’m not concerned in the slightest,” he explains indifferently.

“Beg for it then,” I tease biting my lip. Knowing his personality he was going to be the definition of dominant once he’s back in fit condition. I might as well enjoy the dominance why I can when he’s recovering from three stab wounds, a blow to the head, and arm from yours truly. He raises a brow and I push back his hair so that I could see his forehead and eyebrows, which oddly did something to me.

He slips his index and middle finger into the elastic of my Ryan Bear shorts with a loud snap and gave me a simple command, “Off.” Maybe I was wrong, even in his state he was dominant. Then again what should I expect from mafia leader Jaebum? I obediently take off the shorts, leaving not much difference considering how short the shorts were to begin with. Jaebum smirks reaching out his hand to cup the back of my head, lowering my face to his. He tugs at my bottom between his teeth as his hand slides from the back of my head, down my spine, before slipping into my panties to grab a handful of my ass in his large calloused palm. I whimper as his finger slides up between the crack to rake his fingers under my pajama top, “Off.”

I nervously unbutton the front allowing the fabric to open to only slightly reveal the front sliver of my body. He hums motioning his finger in a come hither motion. I snuffle on my knees closer to him. Jaebum grips my right thigh to bring it over to his other side so that I was straddling him. Even though I was above him I still felt small as he beckons for me to travel higher up on his body. My heat was rested carefully on his stomach as one of his hands held tightly on mine while his other one tugged the collar of my shirt down slipping the thin material from my shoulders. The fabric sat on my elbows and I fell shy as he swallows in my naked form before him. His hand runs up from the hem of my underwear up my waist and ribs until it settles cupping one of my breast. I shyly bite my lip looking into his lust filled orbs. He softly squeezes causing a soft mewl to life my lips, he smirks satisfied before tweaking the sensitive bud between his index and thumb.

“Come, bring that into my mouth,” he says without a hiccup.

“I…I…” I stutter and he slyly smirks, “Did I stutter?”

I shake my head placing both hands on his shoulder as I arch my back so that my breasts press against his nose. He slips out a tongue and swirls it around the sensitive bud before suckling it into his hot mouth. I let out a soft whine as his lips suctioned on my breast. I slid my hands from his shoulders up to his soft onyx locks as his tongue flicks side to side with my nipple still in his mouth. I call out his name and he pulls away with a pop, he looks up at me between my breasts and smiles, “It’s okay, trust me?” it was the exact same words I said to him yesterday. I nod shyly, “Of course.”

Without missing a beat his lips were latched onto my other nipple. His hand palmed and pinched at my other breast slicked with his salvia keeping it occupied making sure it didn’t feel neglected as he gave attention to the other. I whimper as he harshly sucks on the sensitive bud with his tongue darting at the underside. I watch as Jaebum pulls away with closed eyes as he kitten licks at the bud flicking it up and down.

My breath becomes heavier with each heated touch he brought upon my body. It was embarrassing knowing that he felt my heat getting warmer against his sculpted stomach. He knew full well how his actions are getting me worked up beyond recognition. He pulls away from my nipple as a line of salvia trailed from the tip to his lips. His long lashes flutter revealing the darkest hue of brown I’ve ever seen on him.

“Sit on my face.”

I splutter nervously but he only chuckles sending the vibrations from his chest to my core. He lifts my seated bottom from his stomach and guides me towards his face, only stopping once my clothed warmth hovered over his mouth. I clench the headboard to keep still making sure if my legs were to give out I wouldn’t crush Jaebum’s face. He teasingly blows cool air at my sensitive heat and I gasp jumping up slightly. But he wouldn’t let me get too far as his hands firmly grip on my hips and lowered me onto his mouth until I could feel his soft lips flush against my clit, the only thing between them is my thin pair of panties. I dig my nails into the headboard as I watch Jaebum close his eyes in complete bliss as his warm muscle twirls against my clothed bundle of nerves. He softly sucks on the nib causing my hips to grind into his face in desperate need of more friction. He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of oxygen as he continues to prod his tongue into the dampening cloth. Jaebum’s hand slithers up my waist so that he could cup one of my breasts in his large hand while his other hooked the annoying fabric of my panties to the side so that he could finally have direct contact with my pussy. His warm appendage trails up and down my entire slit before he pushes his muscle in. Soon he darts his tongue back and forth relentlessly causing my breaths to shallow out.

“Jaebum…” I whine. His eyes flutter open and up looks up at me with hazy eyes but never once slowing down his tongue. I slide my hands into his freshly washed hair and tugged on his tresses. He hums contently sending the vibrations straight through my throbbing core. “Jaebum,” I breathe again and he smirks sliding his tongue out to wrap around my clit and gave it a final suckle before pulling away.

His hands on my breast and hip pulls away to rest on my thighs, allowing me to slide away so that I could finally sit on his chest giving my knees a break. I silently trace my finger on the collar of his shirt and he quickly catches on. “You can take it off.”

I bashfully grin getting up from him carefully making sure I don’t accidently touch his healing wounds. Jaebum leans up with little difficultly as I help him discard of his uncharacteristically bright yellow t-shirt. Feeling a little bold I slip out of my soaked through panties and tossed it onto his face. Before he could register what I was up to I softly grab onto his clothed erection. A low groan fills the room and my core ached to be filled with him. I massage him gently through the fabric as he throws the panties I dropped on his face across the room. His hips rise to meet my hand for more friction so I comply by pulling down the elastic of the boxers down. Jaebum’s hard and thick cock slaps against his bare stomach and the sight caused my blush to deepen even more. His chuckle snaps me out of my staring contest with his leaking red tip. I look up at him as his finger gestures for me to come closer. I obediently follow and shuffling on my knees to his reclined form. His hand holds the back of my head and lowered it so that he could comfortably kiss me without straining to sit up. After a long moment I pull away holding his head up gently as I slip another pillow underneath his head.

“Is that better?” I ask brushing my thumb across his cheeks. He nods with a soft smile gesturing for me to come closer again. I lay on my stomach beside him his toned bicep curled around my waist holding me tightly against him. I kiss his pronounced jawline and he obediently angles his head giving me full access to his neck. I leave a trail of butterfly kisses along his thick vein before settling over his jugular. I flatten my tongue on his artery and I could feel his quickened pulse under my appendage. Deciding to tease him a little I bite and suck on his supple skin as I raise my leg until my knee came into contact with his erection. He softly whines and the muscles in his arm budges against my body holding me impossibly tight. I pull away with a string of saliva dripping onto his collarbone. I smile softly seeing the purple blossom I left on his smooth skin.

“Fuck…did you really just mark me?” He chuckles and I giggle giving his cheek a quick peck, “Come here…” he growls easily throwing my body into the position he desired. His lips latch onto my throat like a leech as he sucked relentlessly. I cry out in pain as he refused to stop, abusing the sensitive flesh behind my neck, below by jaw, throat, and collarbone. Basically anywhere his mouth could reach he left a trail of love bites. I mewl scratching his pectoral muscles in a lame attempt for him to go gentle. Jaebum smirks against the tingling skin and showered the sore spots with loving kisses when he finally deemed it was enough.

“I would usually kill whoever dared to mark my skin…but since it’s you I guess it’s okay,” he explains in all seriousness. I blink down at him, “Really?” I nervously laugh. Jaebum bites his lower lip contemplating his next few words.

“I…” he starts with a small smile looking anywhere but my eyes, “I think kissing is more intimate than sex. I never let anyone kiss me before.”

At his confession a goofy grin plasters across my face as I watch him become embarrassed and shy. Before he could try to defend himself of his strange tactics I capture his lips with mine.

“I’m scary mafia leader JB’s first kiss,” I snort causing him to roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, now go suck my dick.”

“Really?” I ask nervously.

He rolls his eyes with a small laugh, “No maybe next time, I’m just dying to be in you already.”

I bashfully smile and nod as he guides me over his standing erection. I place my hands over his abs while he positions his red tip slick with pre-cum at my entrance. He rubs the lubricated head against my slit teasingly causing my nails to dig into his sides, “Jaebum…” I whine impatiently and he chuckles but nonetheless presses his tip at my entrance until it slowly penetrates and fills up my wet hot cavern. I gasp at his impressive size stretching out my walls, “Jaebum,” I whine again and he laughs the little breaths sending vibrations from his cock to my cunt.

“Take off that stupid bear shirt,” Jaebum scoffs pulling at my shirt that was sitting on my elbows. I didn’t even realize I was still wearing my Ryan Bear pajamas I laugh allowing him to throw the material across the room. Jaebum gazes into my eyes hands still on my hips, he was waiting for me to adjust to his size until I gave him permission to move. I bite my lip nodding slowly ushering for him to start. Jaebum pulls his lips into a tight line and grinds his hip gently into mine. I could physically see and feel him holding back for my sake. He was probably used to rough sex with his flings where he pounded himself into the girl’s pussy until she forgot her name and how to walk the next day, but here he was softly rocking his hips against mine as if I was the most fragile and precious thing he ever held in his hands. I enjoyed the slow and torturous pace that caused his forehead to bead with sweat but I also wanted him fast and hard. I lift myself up on my knees before dropping back down on him. Jaebum takes a sharp intake of breath as his hips began to connect with mine at a faster rhythm. He hisses under this breath, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

I clench my walls around him forcing his eyes to roll shut to focus on his strong deep thrusts. I rake my fingers carefully over his red irritated swollen skin, wary of the rough stitches beneath my fingertips. With the pillows resting behind his head it allowed him a good view of me riding him. I would’ve been embarrassed having someone watch me in such a vulnerable position but the complete admiration in his lidded eyes just fuelled me with even more confidence. I pick up the pace as he slams his pelvis up to meet mine. Loud skin snapping noises fill the room probably loud enough for the neighbours to hear. It only got louder once Jaebum groans rolling himself over to switch positions with me. With me on my back I look up at him worriedly, I wanted to ask him if he was okay to top in his condition but the only thing that managed to leave my lips was a loud moan as he slams into me at the new angle and at a alarming rate. I gasp for air as his hands came to gently wrap and apply pressure on my trachea. I scratch at his back leaving angry red trails but he didn’t seem to mind very much.

The headboard hits the wall with a continuous thud as he slams relentlessly into my core. I whine breathlessly, “I’m close…”

Jaebum scoops me up with his uninjured arm and held me flush against his chest. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he thrusts at an inhuman pace. He captures my lips with his as he swallows up the incoherent splutters flying out from my parted lips. I convulse around his twitching cock and he slips his thumb over my sensitive clit and rubs at the bud until it became swollen from over stimulation while I cry against his shoulder.

“Jaebum!” I cry as the coil in my stomach unravelled. Jaebum grunts out my name slamming desperately with uneven thrusts until his hot seed exploded within me. I whine feeling the hot cum drip down my inner thighs and onto the bedding. Small whimpers left my parted lips as he softly grunts thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm. He rolls back and resumes his lying position with me still in his arms. Jaebum didn’t bother to pull out as I feel him starting to soften within me. I rest my head against his chest and he kisses the crown of my head. His calloused fingers soothingly traces patterns into my hot sweaty skin as I pant against his neck. I watch his chest rise and fall in satisfaction before my eyes trailed lower to where both our bodies met. My fingers gently caress his deeper wound where fresh blood started to bubble again at the seams.

“Ah…Jaebum…” I frown at the sight. I could feel him lift his head slightly to see what I was upset over and he just softly chuckles.

“That’s nothing (Y/N).”

“You’re bleeding again,” I groan hugging him tightly.

“It was worth it,” he hums contently closing his eyes. I roll my eyes snuggling into his large warm body. I hum blissfully curling into his side. Just as I was about doze off there was a knock on my door. I groan lifting my head to look at Jaebum.

“Jaebum…” I whine kissing his jaw. He groans turning his head away trying to ignore me.

“It’s your apartment (Y/N),” he sighs rubbing at his closed eyes with the palm of his hand.

I whine childishly butting his cheek with the top of my head. Another knock was heard at the door, “Jaebum!” I whine again and he dramatically groans louder.

Jaebum finally pulls out his member now completely limp. I moan feeling the last few drops of his fluid dribble out. He cups my cheek and plants a chaste kiss on my lips, “You’re lucky that I love you,” he says getting up from the bed in search for his pair of discarded boxers. Without a care he doesn’t bother to find the hilarious oppai shirt and decided to answer the door topless. I giggle contently closing my eyes and snuggling into the warm spot he created earlier.

I hear the door creak open.

And all hell breaks loose.

“What the fuck?!” Two voices boom across the small apartment causing all the confinements to tremor. I sit up in a haste and blink trying to register who the other voice belonged to. Once realization hit me I knew I was fucked. In a haste I threw on my pajama top and ran to the door without any pants.

I flew across the living room to be met with Jaebum and Namjoon at each other’s throats. The two males were throwing punches left and right while I screamed for them to stop. But they ignored me as they continued to yell at each other’s faces.

“Why are you here?”

“I should be asking you that!”

“Stay away from (Y/N)!” They both growl like wild animals.

“You fucking stabbed me!” Jaebum yells attempting to uppercut Namjoon in the jaw.

“I thought I fucking stabbed you to death too!” Namjoon yells back with just as much fire.

At that I took a moment to blink.

Wait.

What?

“That’s enough!” I scream on the top of my lungs finally ceasing movements from both males.

“(Y/N), he’s dangerous,” Jaebum warns trying to pull me back but I swat his hand away.

I hug onto Jaebum and pull him behind me and I look up into Namjoon’s eyes.

“You stabbed my boyfriend? What the fuck oppa!” I cry throwing my fists at the taller male.

Namjoon takes a deep intake of air and pushes his dyed blonde hair back and contorts his face into the scariest scowl I’ve ever seen in all my years of knowing him, but it wasn’t directed to me.

“Oppa?”

“Boyfriend?”

I blink up at Jaebum who held Namjoon’s glare. My throat suddenly felt dry.

“Jaebum, that’s my brother.”

At that moment I realized that Jaebum might not be the only gang leader I know.

[mauldin777]

Just Swallow It...humility is delicious if you try it

As I lay still listening to the early fireworks of the upcoming new year...it's easier now to think of the future God holds for me, but more importantly my family.

That certainly wasn't always the case this year. You see, there was a time...a moment or two when I wasn't sure I'd be here for this new year. I didn't know if I was going to heal...recover...come back from the nightmare served up with a side fear of never being able to watch my kids grow up, laugh, love, marry God's perfect companion for them. No, I stared into the eyes of my true companion as she fed love, hope, trust into my helpless heart...all the while seeing through to her soul shaking in terror of the possibility of becoming a family of four.

I had an accident. I had pain in the lower back that just wouldn't go away. Doctors said, "you can live like this...or we can act and perform surgery." You know, I tried all other options already; physical therapy, injections, ephiderals, suspension...nothing helped. Do I become that guy popping pills every day just to play with his kids? Hell no! What's the surgery all about? Doctor says my lower lumbar should be fused..."it's not like the old days Erick, times have changed." Yeah....they've changed.

So...fusion it was for me. It went well! In fact was home in two days! Was walking in three in walker! Using can only after 8 days...I was brilliant making the call having the surgery! So I thought... The fevers started...not too bad, but started. A few days later they hit 103 degrees, not good. Day after day...hospital trip...doctor visit; noone could figure out what the heck was wrong with me! I hit fevers of 104.5....104.7...finally, after the third visit to the hospital, three trips to the doctor, the hospital called.

"Erick, you have an infection...you need to come to the hospital immediately. " Great, well at least we know I'm not crazy! Fever hits 104.7 again, I start to hallucinate, wife doesn't wait....sirens come. Kids look worried as the paramedics pit me on the stretcher. I remember my oldest son's face having a smile of courage for me, but with a tear in his left eye that screamed for Jesus to come hold him right then!

We made it to the hospital...so my wife tells me. I don't remember much the next few days. I have a double blood infection, am septic and went sepsis. Good times. The infectious disease doc comes to see me twice a day; each time he shares his opinion on "how" I got where I was..."surgery Erick, no other option."

Now, my spinal doc...he seems to have other opinions! In fact...six days go by with him denying, side stepping, and basically saying "no way it's from surgery." Well...finally, after my ID doc "talks" to my spine doc...they decide, they should go back into the surgical site..."just in case." Spinal doc was SO sure there was nothing, he proceeded to tell my wife, sister and I two minutes before I went back; "I'm 99% sure there's no infection...Im not sure what it is, maybe west nile?" Seriously dude??? West Nile??!! Ha!

Another 4 hour surgery...and over 40cc's of puss and infection drained later. Layers of dead, infected flesh scraped out of my back. Hardware froze and cleaned. Packed with antibiotics and sealed shut. But hey...maybe west Nile.

During the second surgery, my IV collapsed and my entire anaesthesia went directly into my arm and pooled. ICU here I come! I woke up 12 hours later...could move. Could not shift my hips even a little. This was not like the last time...

Almost a month later in hospital; two blood clots, one blood transfusion, one pick line, 7 IV's, one chest port, kidney failure off and on, significant kidney damage, blood in urine constantly, and inability to walk without a walker later...I was moved to a "Step Down" facility.

Now, still have infection...that's the crazy part. IV antibiotics for 3 months through my chest. Oh yeah...legs now have enormous swelling. I mean HUGE! Still can't walk, kidneys are really not good. Time for specialists!

Okay...okay...you get the point. Through all of this...what do you do? What does someone do? Quit? Get pissed? Cry until one is dehydrated?

Maybe...and at times all felt appropriate and justified!But here's what I FELT, HEARD, KNEW, EMBRACED through it all; MY GOD IS BEAUTIFUL. I know...it sounds SO easy, so silly right? "Oh, how cute...look at that Jesus freak thank God for his suffering." YES! That is exactly what I am saying! There is beauty in suffering! There is a triumphant, glorious gift that God gives us through trial if we stop and listen! To be humbled by God...why it's AMAZING! When the room of life feels so dark that there seems to be no hope; only one light can overcome that deep, rich darkness of hopelessness...Jesus Christ the light of the world!

When stripped from all "things" that can consume your heart; job, money, future, savings, health, power, prestige, hiarchy of status, performing, personal passions...what's left is only you and God. Quite frankly...I believe He prefers it that way.

So my friends...humility is delicious. I would even recommend seconds.

**This year has been the most incredible year imagined. It truly has made me, my family and friends stronger than we ever thought we could be. For this we owe our God, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. However, WITHOUT A DOUBT we are stronger and here because of the love, strength, prayers, and support of so...SO many amazing people God has blessed us with to be in our lives. Too many to even begin to list...THAT'S how incredibly blessed we've been through it all! Here's to a New Year...where humility will be first through Christ Jesus always!**

God bless-

[ssamie]

eight. SAKUSA KIYOOMI

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes,  3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist.      sakura mochi.

"okay, my friend'll be here any time soon" atsumu told her "now what did we practice?" atsumu cooed at her

she blankly smiled and reluctantly waved her hand. "h-hello. my name is y/n l/n and i have sanitized more than thrice today.." she mumbled in embarrassment

"what did you say?!" atsumu yelled with a look of confusion written on his face "i can't hear ya!"

suna rolled his eyes at him. "well maybe you'd be able to if you weren't standing ten feet away from each other" he said with a sigh. suna was right. they were indeed standing ten feet away from each other and it was quite ridiculous, in her opinion but atsumu was hell bent on getting his friend to like her, so he went with extreme measures. 

"tsumu-kun.. i don't think he'll mind if i don't wear a mask or gloves" she said with a huff "its getting so hot here, i might just disgust him if i start sweating more" she sighed 

atsumu pouted as she handed him the mask and gloves "you don't understand! omi-omi will never like you if that happens!" he whined "why would you care if he likes her or not" osamu scowled as he threw a volleyball to the back of atsumu's head 

"well" the blond smirked "my dear omi-omi has been single for so long!" he exclaimed dramatically "so me being the great friend that i am" he smiled pridefully "i decided to set these two up!" 

"no." osamu replied 

"eh? why not??" atsumu blinked dumbly in response "yer not setting them up for multiple reasons" osamu said "one is, no. just no." 

"two.. is because im more invested on setting her up with.. him.." osamu whispered as he slyly nodded towards suna. atsumu scrunched his face in response "eh?? no way! he's ugly!" he whispered back 

"he's not ugly" osamu rolled his eyes "and you certainly have no room to talk. you look like a fly for fucksake" 

"hah?! the hell did ya call me?!" 

upon seeing them on the verge of fighting, she sighed and opted to exit the gym. "who even is omi-omi.." she muttered "is he really that irked with germs?" she shrugged it off and made her way to a vending machine, planning to buy a drink for herself. 

"ugh.. how do i- ew." someone muttered 

she looked up to see a tall man, glaring daggers at the vending machine, and having trouble pressing the buttons

"um.. do you need help?" she asks with a sweet smile as she gently tapped the guy on his back. she yelped as the guy flinched so hard and immediately backed away from her. 

"yes. can you get me that" he said as he pointed to a can of soda "of course!" she beamed as she followed his request. with a smile, she handed him the drink, patiently waiting for him to simply take it. 

though that never came, instead he took out a pack of tissue and presented it to her, as if waiting for her to wrap it around the can "uh.. okay.." she sweat dropped as she wrapped the can of soda in tissue paper 

"thanks" he nodded as he took a swig of the drink 

she side eyed him as he started typing on his phone. she hummed in curiosity as she took notice of the bright yellow jacket he was wearing.

"excuse me.. are you a student here?" she asked him as she finished buying her drink "i don't think i see you around so often" she said

sakusa eyed her up and down, squinting his eyes as he sipped his drink. "no." he answered"but im here to meet someone." he said as he turned around to walk away

"oh, i can help you.. only if you want." she proposed "its getting really hasty in the gym" she sighed

"gym?" sakusa questioned with a hum as he turned back to face her "what's your name?" he asked "ah, im y/n" she said "what about you? what's your name?"

"im.. sakusa kiyoomi." he spoke in a low tone

'ha.'  she blinked in response

'is this 'omi-omi'?!?'  she panicked

'oh god, im not wearing my mask! or my gloves!'   she thought to herself as she frantically searched her pockets for some hand sanitizer   'oh god i don't have it..'   she chuckled meekly to herself as she felt her soul flowing out of her body from dread

'ah, he's gonna hate me'  she sulked  'and he's so handsome too!'

'a cute guy is gonna hate me' she chanted repateatedly in her head

"are you perhaps the omi-omi tsumu-kun keeps mentioning?" she asked him with a nervous chuckle. she yelped as his face scrunched up in one of annoyance almost immediately. "sorry! i was just-" 

"you know atsumu?" he cut her off as he questioned her with an irked brow 

"um yes. i live with them at the moment, they're kind of like my host family." she explained. sakusa hummed and nodded, throwing away his now empty soda and hesitantly walking closer to her 

"nice to meet you." he said "atsumu hasn't shut up about you since you moved in with them" 

"nice to meet you as well, omi-omi - kun!" she beamed "a-ah.. sorry, should i call you sakusa instead?" she sweat dropped upon seeing the dread on his face when she called him by his nickname 

"its fine, call me what you want" sakusa shrugged as he turned on his heels and started walking away 

"i'll call you kiyoomi then!" she exclaimed with a bright smile as she jogged over to catch up with him "so, kiyoomi-kun! what do you wanna do before meeting the twins?" she asked in hopes of starting a conversation 

"i don't know.." sakusa mumbled with a grunt as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. she hummed in disappointment at his dry response, though lowkey freaking out in her head. 

'what to do, what to do'   she thought to herself as  she looks around the slightly packed campus 

"kiyoomi-kun, would you like to go to my secret hideout?" she said in an unnecessarily hushed tone as she gently tugged on his sleeves 

"secret hideout?" sakusa sweat dropped as she nodded eagerly, smiling like a child as she starts to pull him away "yep! im not sure how you'll feel about it, but its clean and very pretty!" she said as she looked back at him with a smile 

"if it's clean then sure" sakusa squints his eyes in suspicion as he discreetly tries to pull his arm away from her "alright! but it's outside of school grounds, so we may have to walk for a bit" she informed him as she lead him to the school gates 

"whatever" sakusa grunted 

"ah here it is!" she exclaimed excitedly as they stopped before a tall bush 

"we walked for so long to get to a bush." sakusa deadpanned as he glared down at her in annoyance "hehe, of course not, kiyoomi-kun" she chuckled as she started ruffling the bushes and squeezing her way through the leaves 

"its inside here! come on!" she said as she motioned for him to follow. sakusa merely stared at the bush and turned around to leave. 

"kiyoomi-kun, come on!" she exclaimed as she forcefully pulled him into the bush with her "oi! what the hell are you-" he cut himself off as he finally had a look around 

"is this.. wisteria?" he mumbled as he looked around the arrays of wisteria flowers adorning the path which leads to a traditional looking tea house 

"yup! it's pretty isn't it?" she hummed with a smile as she caught a few of the purple petals which were blown by the wind "yeah" sakusa nodded as he pulled down his mask to inhale the sweet and floral smell of the air 

"y/n-sama? have you come to eat?" an old woman asked as she peered at them from the tea house "oba-chan!" she squeaked out in surprise 

"w-well, not really" she said. she looked up at sakusa and asked him "unless you want to get something to go, kiyoomi-kun?" 

sakusa nodded and let her drag him towards the tea house once again "i thought this was your secret hideout" sakusa raised a brow as he watched the old woman pack some mochi in a container. she smiled nervously and avoided eye contact 

"well.. technically, this is a private teahouse everyone from the dojo goes to" she explained "but it's still a secret hideout if you think about it!" she defended "and i just wanted to sound cool and interesting so you wouldn't hate me.." she mumbled with a pained expression on her face 

sakusa sweat dropped as he watched her seemingly sulk and have a full blown conversation with herself in her head. 

"y/n-sama." the old woman called out as she presented the neatly packed mochi to her "ah, thank you so much oba-chan!!" y/n squealed in delight as she hugged the mochis to her chest

the old woman bowed before handing sakusa a small wisteria charm. "please accept this" the old woman said as she placed it on his palms

"w-what is this" sakusa asked with a grimace as he peered at the charm in disgust "its a wisteria charm filled with freshly crushed wisteria which i handpicked from the garden" the old woman responded

sakusa calmed down upon reviewing the information and sighed. he twirled the small charm in his fingers and bowed in thanks. "its a tradition for us to give new comers charms like that, kiyoomi-kun" y/n said as she pulled out one of her own

"its to ward off demons and evil spirits. it was a common practice for swordsmen from the taisho era to do so" she said with a smile

sakusa scoffed at her claims "you really believe in those stories?" he said as he pocketed the charm "of course!" she responded almost immediately with a gasp

"my ancestors were all former swordsmen and they were believed to be the ones who killed the demons" she explained to him in a lecturing manner

sakusa raised his hands in mock defeat and nodded "yeah, yeah. whatever you say" he said. she smiled in content and proceeded to drag him away once again. 

"bye, oba-chan! i'll come visit again some time soon!" she announced as she waved the lady goodbye 

"have a safe trip" the old woman replied 

as they were walking back to inarizaki, sakusa was quiet. she simply thought he wasn't in the mood to talk so she let him be. though as they were walking, she suddenly had a thought pop up into her head. 

'should i bring suna-kun to the wisteria gardens as well?'  she pondered to herself 

'ha! of course i should!'  she shook her head from her idiocy 

'the fireflies will swarm at night and we can have a picnic together under the stars and wisteria trees!' 

her mouth had almost watered from the delightful thought that was swimming through her head. sakusa looked at her worriedly as he face starts to become concerningly red. 

"are you alright?" sakusa asked wearily 

"agh, suna-kun might not want to go though.." she accidentally mumbled out loud "suna? suna rintaro?" sakusa muttered in confusion 

"you know him, kiyoomi-kun?!" she squeaked in surprise "please don't tell him!" 

"well, i don't really know what i would tell him" sakusa scratched his head in confusion "but sure" 

"im so relieved, kiyoomi-kun" she said with a sigh "tsumu made me nervous with how intimidating he made you seem" she looked up at his towering figure and oh so prominent scowl. his eyebrows were knitted as he hunches over as he walks. 

he was indeed intimidating. but in her eyes he had simply morphed into a cute little highschool boy who smiles at everyone and likes to keep things clean. 

"you're actually really nice, kiyoomi-kun!" she said with a grin as sakusa merely narrows his eyes in response "is that so?" sakusa mused as they once again entered inarizaki's gates. 

"anyways, let's go to the gym" sakusa says as he grabbed her wrist with a hint of reluctance. her eyes sparkled as she stared at his hand which was lightly gripping her wrist. 

"kiyoomi-kun, you're touching me?! do you think im clean enough?!" she asked excitedly 

"tch. well, i know you're nothing like those sweaty animals i call my 'friends' " sakusa muttered. she beamed happily and skipped after him, smiling in triumph and content as they entered inarizaki's gym 

"oh, y/n-chan! where have you bee-" atsumu cut himself off with a loud scream as he caught sight of sakusa "y-you were together?!" atsumu yelled in excitement 

"shut up" sakusa muttered as he quietly trudged over to the benches 

"who was together?" suna chimed in as he peered over atsumu's shoulder 

"kiyoomi-kun! wait for me" she said as she skipped after him, all while excitedly poking at his back to gain his attention "f-first name basis too?!" atsumu shrieked dramatically 

"first name?" suna mumbled with narrowed eyes 

"shut up and give me the mochi" sakusa grunted with a playful eye roll as he took the food from her hands 

"and they're touching?!" atsumu shrieked as he pulled at his hair, looking like he's on the verge of unconsciousness 

"they're touching?" suna mumbled in confusion and surprise 

"she's feeding him mochi?!" atsumu screamed one last time before fully falling on the floor 

"she's feeding him-" 

"okay. the two of you, for the love of god, please shut up" aran cut suna off with a tired sigh 

the two watched them from the bench as they bickered, unbotheredly munching on their snack. "oh no, samu-kun's hitting atsumu again" she mumbled in concern 

"i should go help..but i really wanna eat though.." she mumbled in a state of distress as her eyes dart between the mochi and atsumu. sakusa smirked in amusement as he watched her choose the mochi over saving atsumu from getting his body absolutely battered. 

"you know, you're not half bad, y/n" sakusa said with a chuckle as he ruffled her hair 

"eh?!" atsumu shrieked as he abruptly rose from the ground 

"ha?!" suna exclaimed with a scowl alongside atsumu as he watched sakusa lightly pat her head 

"really? im not?" she asked him with sparkling eyes, relishing in the simple compliment she had received "yeah" sakusa huffed in response as he went to pull his mask back up his face 

though, he suddenly froze as he managed to take a quick whiff of her scent which had lingered on his hand. he hesitantly bright his hand up to his nose to bask in her scent, which was a mix of cherry blossom and his favourite body wash. 

'could it be?'   sakusa thought in disbelief   'have i finally found a companion who doesn't smell like sweat and deodorant?!' 

'this body wash.. did she get it from atsumu?'  he pondered in curiosity 

sakusa looked over to atsumu who was dramatically fanning himself on the ground while osamu kicks his side 

'no. that man probably uses 3-in-1 shampoo as soap. it's impossible.'   he concluded 

"y/n." he called out in a deep and gruff tone. "yes?" she blinked cluelessly in response 

sakusa leaned forward to align his nose with her neck, staying silent as he closed his eyes and hummed in content. "what?" y/n mumbled in surprise as she nervously looked down to see sakusa deeply concentrating as he does this 

'i-is he sniffing me?! did he think i smell weird?!'  she panicked 

'should i have sprayed some alcohol on me first??'  she thought to herself as she flusteredly covered her face 

"kiyoomi-kun?" she called out with a nervous chuckle as she covered her bright red cheeks "what are you doing?" she asks him in embarrassment 

"yeah, what are you doing?" suna abruptly chimed in as he crossed his arms over his chest 

sakusa side eyed the middle blocker and shook his head in response. he pulled his mask over his nose and shrugged. "nothing." he said "i was just curious about something" "curious about her neck?" suna raised a brow 

"why do you care so much, suna?" sakusa asked him with furrowed brows 

"i don't. i just find it weird that you were so close to smothering your face in my best friend's neck..." suna shrugged nonchalantly "but whatever, i guess" 

sakusa ignored him and scooted closer to the girl, not so discreetly sticking close to her side "are you feeling alright, kiyoomi-kun?" she laughed nervously 

"yeah. just thinking about making you my best friend as well, from now on" he said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets 

"eh?! what about me?!" atsumu cried out as he ran towards sakusa "you were never my best friend." sakusa said in a cold and monotonous tone as he stared atsumu down 

"you're so mean, omi-omi!!" atsumu cried as he started sprinting towards him in full speed with his arms open wide 

"dont come near me- don't you dare." sakusa warned him with a glare "atsumu, don't-" he was cut off by atsumu's body colliding with his

"AGH, GET OFF ME!" sakusa exclaimed as he hastily tried to pry the blond off his torso

"NO! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND, OMI-OMI!" atsumu whined dramatically as he held onto sakusa's neck

"what are you all doing?" kita's voice filled the air 

the team, along with sakusa, froze as they slowly turned around to face the captain "we were just-" ginjima tried to explain 

"atsumu. please stop bothering our guest" kita sain in a monotonous tone as he stared atsumu down 

"y-yes, captain.." atsumu shuddered 

"suna." kita snapped his head to avert his heavy stare at the brunette, who currently had his arm slung around y/n's shoulders. 

the girl looked impossibly red as he stared up at suna with literal heart eyes, looking absolutely over the moon with the slightest touch she had received from him. 

"please stop holding y/n-san." he pleaded as he patiently waited for suna to retract his arm. y/n jumped in surprise as suna abruptly dropped his arm back to his side, and turned to walk away 

'no!! suna-kun stay and hold me!!'  she screamed internally as she watched his retreating figure 

kita watched as her soft smile suddenly dropped, and for her voluminous twin-braids to droop as a dark and gloomy aura surrounded her. kita's eyes widened as he hurriedly went to pat her back, in hopes of lifting her mood back up. 

"suna-kun" she called out like a child as she slumped lifelessly in kita's arms 

"suna. please come back and hold her." kita pleaded as he looked back at suna, who was scrolling on his phone 

"hm?" suna hummed mindlessly as he continued scrolling on his phone 

"i'll do it-" sakusa volunteered as he reached out to grab her hand

"no, i'll do it" suna quickly dismissed him as he made his way towards the girl 

"my ship is sailing" osamu nodded in silent triumph as he flipped atsumu off with a cold gaze "ha?! omi-omi! go out there and take her from suna!" atsumu commanded sakusa as he glared at his twin 

"no thanks" sakusa shrugged him off as he settled back on the bench 

"i thought you liked her!" atsumu wailed "i never said that" sakusa replied with furrowed brows 

"man, you're hopeless" atsumu sighed as he slapped sakusa's back "this must be why you've been single for so long" 

"i'd rather not hear it from someone who also doesn't have a girlfriend." sakusa deadpanned "that one must've hit close to home" osamu whistled teasingly "shut up! you're both so mean!" atsumu exclaimed through gritted teeth as he glared at his friend and his brother 

aran sighed as he walked past the three boys bickering.

"youre all single as hell, what're you taking about?" aran said as he gave them the side eye 

"i-"