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kasagia · 2 years ago

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Heyyy! So I was wondering if it was possible for you to write something where klaus forces the reader to marry him and they have a daughter hope(she can be a baby or a kid) and the reader can kind of tolerate klaus for the sake of her daughter but actually hates him and over time she falls in love with elijah's nobility and confesses to him at a party or something and klaus overhears ending is up to you<3

Loved by them two

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Elijah Mikaelson x reader, Summary: After your parents (pack leaders) arranged your marriage to Klaus (with whom you accidentally had a one-night stand earlier), you tied your fate irrevocably to the Mikaelsons. Problem? 1. You hate your husband for tricking you into this marriage. 2. His noble brother is too alluring. 3. You find out the hard way that hate, love, and lust are a very explosive mixture. Especially when you add the two Mikaelsons to it. Warning(s): argument, fight, blood, love triangle, smut, the first time I wrote something bordering on smut, angst, fluff, the reader kisses Elijah and then goes to bed with Klaus; generally, the reader doesn't know what to do; but she has two hot brothers on her call; three in total because Kol is her best friend; I really like this one after all Nonsense from me: I combined these two requests because they seem to go together. Also sorry if I didn't include enough Elijah x reader (despite my huge crush for all the Mikaelsons, Klaus will always get somehow a girl 😅). I also took a gif from here, because... well it's good. Word count: 8,3k (it's pretty long, I admit, but I don't regret any minute of writing it.)

You hated Klaus Mikaelson with all your heart. Your abhorrent, psychotic husband. A man who somehow was the father (even though you've tried to disprove it many times) of your precious, sweet little daughter Hope.

If the devil could take human form, no doubt it would be your husband.

You met him by accident. You and your friends went out into the city to have fun. You met a hot, handsome blond guy in a bar, went to bed with him, and left his house the next day without a word, expecting never to see him again. You wouldn't think that when you get back to your pack of wolves, your parents - the alphas of the pack - will tell you that you're getting married in a month. And not just anyone. Klaus Mikaelson was going to be your husband. A 1,000-year-old werewolf and vampire hybrid.

You will remember for the rest of your life what they told you when they were destroying your chance for happiness.

"The pack must be strong. This marriage and your assumption of power will guarantee us a secure position in New Orleans. No witches, vampires, or other werewolves will stand in our way. This alliance with the originals will guarantee us power beyond our ancestors' imagination. The crescent wolf and other packs will succumb to our strength. It is your duty to do this for your people."

Of course, you objected to the idea as soon as they told you. But you weren't a leader yet, so your opinion didn't matter much. Especially when your first meeting with your fiancé was only a few minutes away. At least the first official meeting.

You thought the guy must look like a walking fossil. You were surprised when you met that hottie from last night.

And from then on, your whole life became hell.

You tried everything to back out of that engagement. Really everything. Even a fake pregnancy with another, which turned out not to be so fake after all. And unfortunately for you, the father of your child was HE. The curse of your existence.

So he sped up the wedding, and you became the wife of the most dangerous vampire in the world. Cool! At least you got lots of presents and access to his bank accounts all over the world. The pros of being an incubator for a miracle baby.

Then you met your guardian angel. Elijah Mikaelson - the older brother of your awful husband. Your only consolation (other than Hope) in this terrible situation. Your friend, soul mate, and the man of your dreams.

Fate liked to make fun of you, it forced you to marry the wrong brother.

Elijah was everything any woman could ask for. A tactful gentleman, respecting and supporting female feminism, always keeping his word, a walking ideal. The complete opposite of your cruel husband.

You were completely in love with him. So much so that when he held your beautiful one-year-old daughter in his arms, you imagined that he was her father. Your fantasy was almost always spoiled by your husband stepping on the three of you and taking the baby out of his hands.

You had no idea why Klaus had even chosen to make your life a nightmare. There were other ways he could have taken control of the city; he didn't have to become the leader of your pack and marry you.

But he always did and took what he wanted. You found out after being stuck in this happy swamp of being married to Klaus for a year. So you took great satisfaction in denying him the one thing he could never have and so desired - your love and affection.

It was another big mystery for you when it came to Klaus and his complicated personality. Yes, you had a child together, and you were stuck with him, but before that, you didn't know each other. So why did the mighty hybrid decide to find a mate and lead his own pack with them? And why was he strangely obsessed with creating a happy, loving family with you and Hope?

Worse, he turned out to be a good alpha to your pack and an even better father. You couldn't say a bad thing. You two ruled the werewolves, enhanced by your fusion, as equals. And Hope loved it when he sang her lullabies and tucked her in to sleep. Ironically, she calmed down better in the murderous original's arms than in yours.

Even your own child was against you.

Fortunately, in this cold, dark Mikaelson mansion, there was one soul who stood by your side no matter what. The only one you could trust implicitly without fear of ending up with a stake in your back.

Elijah was a gift from heaven to you.

During your pregnancy with Hope, he helped you in every possible way. He was always there for you, whether it was holding your hair as you returned all the breakfast he had prepared for you earlier or reading aloud to you as he massaged your aching ankles.

And when did you become a hybrid? He was the one who taught you self-control for the most part (while Klaus was busy doing something else and couldn't see the two of you, of course).

There was only one problem. Your terribly possessive husband.

As soon as Klaus came into your sight, Elijah had to move two meters away from you, or all hell would break loose.

And you're not exaggerating at all.

One day, when you were watching a movie and lying on the couch, leaning against each other and covered with one blanket, you didn't notice the hybrid enter the living room. You didn't even blink when your companion was dragged from his place and thrown to the other end of the house. A second later, a very angry and jealous vampire took his place, hugging you much closer than his brother and placing his hands on your growing belly.

You didn't react to his show of strength then.

Elijah and Rebekah taught you long ago to choose your battles with Niklaus. It wasn't worth arguing with him about everything he'd done. Especially since you were pregnant at that time - you didn't always have the strength to get into fights with him.

But now as a hybrid, queen of your pack and whole New Orleans? Oh no, you wouldn't let that man fucking rule you.

You tried to make his life hell. You defied him every step of the way, overthrowing his dark plans and bringing your own to life. Of course, you did it all with a sweet, stupid smile, occasionally showing him small acts of tenderness, such as hugging or kissing on the cheek or forehead (on exceptional, life-threatening occasions, you even sacrificed and kissed him), to lull his vigilance.

But Klaus wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were doing and was happy to let you change a couple of his plans if it meant a kiss from you.

And you thought it was what made him fall for you.

You were stubborn, always getting your way, going over the dead to achieve your goal if it was to protect your loved ones.

And Klaus loved it. You don't know if it was his weird fetish - the guy always got what he wanted and no one dared stand up to him, so he felt for the girl who didn't want to succumb to him. You were probably one of the few survivors of the rebellion against him. And the one who could do literally anything without any fear of the hybrid hurting you.

You get used to this life. Secret meetings with Elijah in the library, discussions in the living room while Hope played with her toys on the carpet and watched cartoons on TV, occasional shopping and girls' nights with Bekah and Freya, and even to Kol's pranks and tricks.

Even your relationship with Klaus has been better lately. You tried so openly not to show your hostility towards the hybrid. After all, he was your daughter's father and Hope deserved at least a semblance of normalcy - parents who don't want to kill each other every 5 minutes.

But tonight, everything was about to change.

~•♤♤♤•~

"So you want me to go with you to some weird party organized by your current archenemy Tristan, and Klaus gave you his permission to take me out of the house?" you asked the original who made the pancakes for you as you discussed another plan to outsmart the de Martel siblings while cradling Hope in your arms.

"I wouldn't call him an archenemy... just a minor inconvenience."

"Is that why you and Klaus tremble with anger every time I say his name?"

"No, it's because a beautiful lips as yours shouldn't be tainted by such a terrible name."

"So whose name should I keep saying, Elijah?" you asked with a teasing smirk, licking your lips.

The original leaned slightly towards you. The tension in the room was palpable between the two of you. You looked down from his captivating, mesmerizing eyes to those alluring lips you've dreamed of kissing ever since he turned out to be more than your asshole husband's brother to you. You were only a few centimeters apart... so little...

Hope's squirming in your arms reminded you of the baby's presence. And that you were standing so close to your husband's brother in broad daylight and in a place where anyone could easily walk in and see you two. Against your darkest, most hidden desire, you have moved away from the noble original. Elijah cleared his throat, going back to continuing your breakfast.

"I'll be ready at 8 p.m."

"The party starts at 7."

"So? Don't you think being fashionably late will be the perfect combination for the act of surprise when they see me hanging on your arm? We'll get their attention, so Klaus and Kol will do what they do the best."

"You know ladies don't usually talk about such… bloody things while holding babies in their arms?"

"Ladies, Elijah, but my wife is everything but that." the hybrid came out of nowhere with that arrogant smirk on his lips. "Hello, my queen. My little princess." Klaus smiled fondly and took Hope from you, making funny faces at the baby. The traitor started to giggle. You rolled your eyes but also smiled slightly upon hearing your daughter's cute laugh.

"Dada!" she screamed, grabbing his nose with her hands.

Yeah, this little traitor could already talk. No, the first word she said wasn't dad; it was mom. The problem is that her happy "dada" came out of her mouth too often compared to mama. Klaus was too pleased with this fact than you would have liked.

"Well, maybe if my loving husband was an exemplary gentleman, I could act like a lady."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"How is Aurora? Did she let you out of her arms so quickly?" you asked sarcastically, trying to throw him off balance. You weren't in the mood to put up with that annoying asshole today.

"Did I just hear jealousy in your voice, love?"

"Haha, you wish. You have my full blessing to spend time with whoever wants you."

"Niklaus. I believe we were supposed to have a meeting before we put this grand plan into action. Will you forgive us, Y/N?" Elijah interrupted you before you two broke the incredible peace between you that had lasted for 4 months and started to jump at each other's throats.

"Just take him wherever you want."

"Brother, shall we?"

Klaus muttered something under his breath. He handed our daughter over to me and planted a quick, wet kiss on my neck before stepping out of my personal space. I growled at him, showing my golden eyes. The man merely laughed, waving to the little one before leaving the kitchen.

"Enjoy your meal, Y/N."

"You can try to lose him on the way back!" you screamed after the retreating man in the suit.

"WON'T HAPPEN, LOVE!" your husband shouted back, ruining (as usual) all your dreams.

"It's always worth giving a shot." you murmured, knowing full well that he would be able to hear you. You smiled victoriously, hearing his irritable, grumpy voice as he snapped back at one of his vampire errands.

~•♤♤♤•~

"You look amazing, Y/N." Elijah greeted you with a delighted smile as he watched you descend the stairs in a long, tight black dress with gold embellishments at the waist and the ends of the sleeves.

With your little tiara in your hair and a gold snake necklace entwined around your neck, you felt like a fucking queen.

You're not going to lie—you went all out with your preparations, and Rebekah made sure she did your makeup for your first big, official outing since Hope was born.

It wasn't until you came downstairs that you noticed that Elijah wasn't the only person sitting in the candlelit room. Klaus was sitting right next to him, looking at you with the same fascination and admiration as his brother. You felt a little uncomfortable being watched by two originals with heart-shaped eyes.

"Maybe I should choose a dress with a higher neckline after all?" you wondered as you watched them almost drool over your looks. They were both 1,000 years old but acted like horny teenagers.

"So I guess I'm dressed well enough to be a distraction for tonight?" you asked, bringing their attention back to your face. They both decided to act nonchalant, as if they hadn't been staring at your ass a few seconds ago.

"Maybe even to well, love." Klaus' heavy, watchful gaze didn't let you down an inch. You felt an involuntary shiver run through you with each step you took closer to the originals.

"My brother may be right. No one will be able to take their eyes off you."

"Thank you, Elijah."

Klaus cleared his throat as he got up from his chair and faced you. He took your hand gently, and after softly caressing the wedding band and engagement ring from him, he shifted his attention to your wrist, suddenly stopping his movements.

You looked up at his eyes, catching his gaze. You felt enchanted by these calm, blue eyes, their beauty mostly made you went to bed with him a year ago. You felt like any little move could break that strange spell between you two.

At one point, you felt cold metal settling on your wrist. You turned your gaze to the charming bracelet that, surprisingly, matched your outfit.

"It's for protection. In case you need help and no one can find you."

"So you've always known where I am? What is this, some kind of dog collar with a tracker?"

"No. Freya enchanted it for me. It's supposed to sense when you're in danger and let me know." he rolled up his sleeve, showing you a new bracelet on his wrist. "I have a similar one."

"Oh." you groaned in shock, completely not expecting something like this from him.

"Exactly. Oh. I guess I'm not the bad guy all the time."

"I didn't mean..."

"Of course you didn't. Have fun with my brother, love."

For the first time since you've known Klaus, you felt sorry for him. Due to the growing guilt you were feeling, you kept an eye on his receding shape until he passed through the door. You sighed, turning to face Elijah, who had already approached you from behind in a moment of your inattention.

"Don't worry. He'll get over it. Niklaus can't blame you for being careful with him." he tried to comfort you, but deep down you knew it was your fault this time.

And you weren't going to act like your husband, so you decided to apologize to him at the next opportunity. Unlike some, you were able to admit when you were wrong. However, Elijah didn't need to know about your plan.

"Maybe you are right. Let's go to this party."

~•♤♤♤•~

You were talking to Elijah at the bar while sipping your drink. You entered as planned—late, attracting the attention of most people. Rumors quickly spread throughout the supernatural community. Your favorite was that during that year of your "absence," you divorced Klaus and married his brother, now parading proudly with him around the salons. Elijah seemed to like it too.

You were enjoying the party until one of the de Martel siblings showed up. Tristan.

"Famous Y/N Y/L/N Mikaelson. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"And you sir are…?"

"Tristan de Martel. You must have heard about me from dear Elijah."

"To be honest, not so much. I only know that you're the one who invited us, for which I want to thank you." you played a stupid, naive girl with joy while watching the frown on his forehead. To remember: He does not like to be diminished or underestimated in any way. Mr. big ego.

"So perhaps you would do me the honor and dance with me? We could get to know each other better."

"Actually, this lady promised me her first dance. If you'll excuse us, Tristan."

"Of course. Enjoy yourselves."

Elijah grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor. He pulled you closer to him, rocking you to the beat of the song. The original wanted to cause even more rumors... you wonder if Klaus agreed to his actions.

"He's a slippery guy. Now I know why you wanted me to stay away from him and his sister."

"You just spoke to him, how do you know..."

"Well, starting with the extravagant look of the room, the fact that his suit and watch literally scream I'm rich, and ending with the fact that he carries himself as if he were the master of this world, I've noticed other manic behaviors as well. Besides, it's obvious at first glance that he's desperately trying to imitate you. I don't like him."

"Should I assume that you don't like me as well?"

"No! No. I like you. More than you know. I don't know how I would have dealt with vampirism and all of this without you. Thank you for being there for me. Always." you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

"And forever." he said, placing a tender kiss on top of your head. "You're more to me than I could ever admit."

"Do we have to? Pretend and hide the truth?" during your conversation, you didn't even notice when he led you to a more desolate place. Nobody was looking at you. There was only him and you.

"Niklaus..."

"Have you ever, in your entire, very long life, done something just for yourself, without thinking about your brother or sibling? Have you ever acted selfishly?"

"I can't be selfish with you." he said, resting his forehead against yours. You were so close to each other, so close to getting what you both wanted.

"Why?"

"It will destroy us all."

"Then let the world burn... just for a moment."

Elijah, after a moment's hesitation, leaned closer to you, embracing your slightly trembling figure with anticipation even tighter. He cupped your right cheek with his hand and finally brought your lips together in the long-awaited kiss.

Your first kiss with the original was… completely different from what you imagined. His soft lips didn't match up with yours as well as they did with…

You froze in complete shock as you realized your subconscious was comparing Elijah to Klaus. And surprisingly, it was more sympathetic to your hated husband, from whom you wanted so much to be free. In spite of this strange feeling of guilt that you somehow betrayed Klaus, you returned the kiss with more passion than before, trying to feel that wonderful tingling and buzzing in your head.

But it never came.

Something was missing in this perfect, fabulous setting for the first kiss with the love of your life. And you had no idea what was wrong.

Maybe first kisses with someone new were so… awkward?

Your treacherous mind reminded you that there was NEVER such an awkwardness between you and Klaus. Only pure passion and desire.

What the fuck happened to you? Why didn't you feel anything special when all your wet dreams were coming true?

You moved away first under the pretense of taking a breath. Staring into Elijah's eyes, you could feel the same attraction that accompanied you every time you stole those furtive glances from each other.

"I love you, Y/N. I've loved you since the first day you gave me a lecture on how Pride and Prejudice is Jane Austen's best book; how cliché it wasn't." you hit him on the shoulder, making him giggle. "And if the circumstances were completely different, if it were someone completely different, I wouldn't hesitate to be selfish just this once and take something from my brother. But I will not allow any harm to come to you or Hope through my actions."

Before you could say anything, you two heard a howl.

Klaus and Kol.

Elijah nodded at you. You disentangled yourself from his arms and ran upstairs to fulfill your role in the Mikaelsons' plan. You just hoped the guys would distract them long enough for you to find what you were looking for.

You searched their house, wondering how Elijah's confession would affect your relationship now.

But little do you know that you weren't the only one who heard it.

~•♤♤♤•~

It was a really fucked up night.

The peaceful surveillance of the de Martel house turned into a bloody battle between the originals and the first vampires they turned. Klaus' therapist, Cami, barely escaped a jealous attack by Klaus' ex-Aurora. You wonder how Klaus managed to reach Cami in time and why the red-haired psycho didn't target you and your child. Klaus must have put on quite a show for her.

In all the chaos, you didn't get a second chance for a moment alone with Elijah. The subject of your feelings still remained the elephant in the room. And frankly, you've had enough of it all. All you wanted now was a warm bath and playing with Hope. No more family drama.

Without Klaus, everything would have gone to hell. And as much as you hated that he forgot to include you in his plans for today, you couldn't help but be grateful to him for helping you protect your pack from vampires today. He didn't have to. He could watch the de Martel vampires kill your people and attack them when they get tired of fighting werewolves. Another demonstration of him being more than a villain to you.

It amazed you how one minute he was an irritating, ignorant, disrespectful asshole and the next your savior, protector, and equal partner in crime you could rely on.

You guess that's what your husband was like. Full of contradictions and surprises. Your private pet of nature.

You sighed in relief as you finally walked to your home. You took another step towards the mansion when you saw Klaus and Elijah getting out of the car and heading for the entrance.

You were about to join the originals, but you stopped dead at the sound of Klaus' pretentious voice.

"So we're just going to pretend you didn't kiss my wife and confess your feelings to her, or maybe you have an explanation?" you hid, eavesdropping on their conversation. "Don't think that after all that's happened, I've forgotten that you went a little too far in distracting the de Martels. You may get Aurora away from her that way, but it was superfluous, and I know you enjoyed every bloody second too much for me to just walk away from this."

"I don't have to explain myself to you. If she wants me, it's none of your business, Niklaus. You only married her because you made up a plan - Y/N has never wanted to be your wife and you have never cared about her." Klaus stopped, watching his brother blankly. He looked like something had broken inside him.

The hybrid suddenly lunged at the other man with his fists.

They started punching each other and throwing things at each other within reach. At one point, they both pushed off each other, landing on opposite walls. (Creating another dent to patch.)

"SHE IS MY WIFE! My mate! My queen! MOTHER OF MY CHILD! You have no right to her, brother! So I'm warning you… If I ever hear the littlest rumours about her having the smallest crush on you, I'll put you back in that bloody coffin, and I will release you after our eighth child comes into this world. She will be so madly in love with me that she won't even spare you a second glance when you meet again."

"I didn't know you loved plans that take over a thousand years to complete, brother. I never thought you could be so patient."

Klaus growled, throwing himself at his brother with a scream. From your hiding place, you could hear the sounds of a fight and shattered furniture.

You decided to wait a little longer before stepping in and heroically separating the two combatants. You didn't want it to seem like you overheard their argument.

Only when there was a sudden outburst followed by a suspicious silence did you decide to run into the house. You wouldn't expect them to demolish the entire living room in minutes, and Klaus would be bleeding out dangerously while trying to patch up the wound and drive the dagger into his brother's heart.

The men didn't notice you as they tried to disable each other. You weren't going to come between them or stand on either side until Elijah, out of nowhere, pulled out Pappa Tunde's blade.

Your body reacted faster than your brain. You instinctively threw yourself between them, shielding Klaus from the blade.

They both froze when they saw you.

Time seemed to stop as both shocked and incredulous looks from the originals fell on you. To be honest, even you were surprised which side you were on. You blamed your stupid tendency to act instead of think in difficult situations. But you weren't going to show them that you were insecure about your actions. Not when they were both holding weapons harmful to the other one.

"Put it down." you said, looking straight at Elijah. "You too." you added, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, who was staring at you with a strange, unidentifiable look. Amazingly, he dropped the dagger to the ground first. Soon after, Elijah did the same. You quickly bent down to grab both weapons, putting them in your pockets. "Good. Are you calm now?" they nodded silently, waiting for your next move. "Great. So, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL YOU TWO WERE DOING?!"

Elijah took a breath, probably intending to give you some clever answer, but stopped as soon as you felt an unexpected weight fall down your back. You caught Klaus just in time before he slid to the floor. Holding him up, you noticed a wound on his right side. You reached out to touch his wound, but the hybrid's strong grip on your wrist stopped your hand.

"Don't. You'll get burned. Verbena and the wolfbane. Grenade."

"What the hell?! Elijah how could you throw a grenade at him?! Do you throw one back?!" you asked the man in your arms.

"I wanted. You stopped me."

"God, from now on, you're both grounded from being with Hope. Hell knows if that rage won't attack you in front of her! Come Klaus. I'll help you clean it up. Elijah, you can clean up here before Rebekah or Freya come." you said, casting a disappointed look at Elijah's outfit before helping the hybrid up the stairs.

"I would never..." Klaus tried to explain himself as you dragged him to his bedroom.

"Just shut up and sit down." you growled at him, pushing him onto the bed. You took the first aid kit from the bathroom and went back to him to disinfect his wound. "It'll hurt."

"Will you kiss it later? To ease the pain and speed up the healing process, of course."

"Don't try your luck any more today." you warned, rolling your eyes at his mischievous smirk.

He snorted, offended. He looked like a child who had been grounded for snacking on sweets. You sighed, trying not to laugh at his scowl. Unwittingly, you began to wonder what Hope would look like when she went through her rebellious period. Probably like her father when he did something wrong and got caught doing it. Well, at least you'll have some practice before she grows up.

"Do you love my brother?" he burst out suddenly while you were cleaning his wound made by verbena and wolfsbane. Why they had pomegranates from these plants shouldn't shock you as much as it did.

"What?" you asked, shoving a water-soaked cotton ball into his wound, which made him groan in pain. You gave him an apologetic look as you continued working on his side.

"Don't act stupid, it's not like you at all. Do you love my brother?"

"Of course I do, he's my friend and Hope's uncle." you replied unfazed, continuing your work.

"Let me rephrase that. Are you IN LOVE with my nobel brother?"

You tried to pretend that his question had no effect on you. You put down the cotton balls and tried to avoid his gaze to give some answer, but Klaus grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. Fuck. You couldn't lie now. He always knew when you were lying, and now that you were exposed to his watchful gaze, you only knew one way out of this fucked-up situation.

So you pulled him closer to you, kissing him passionately.

He moaned, surprised by the feeling of your soft, enticing lips on his own. He wasted no more time. He put you on his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible.

The feeling of his warm skin against your clothed body reluctantly brought back memories of the night it all began.

Intoxicated by the feeling of his captivating lips on yours again (after so long), you didn't even notice when he threw you onto the bed, only momentarily breaking your kiss to let your hair down. He melted back into your mouth, hovering over you. The hybrid tangled his hand in your hair, tilting your head so he had better access to your equally eager mouth and tongue.

He moved to your neck, leaving wet kisses and gentle bites and rubbing every inch of your skin, effectively ruining any thought process in your head.

It was just you and him.

And after a very long time, you felt extraordinary pleasure and much-needed relief from the tension that your body had gone through today.

"Nik!" you moaned when he started sucking on the most sensitive spot on your neck, which he knew damn well existed and used every time to tease you.

But this time you moaned for him like a whore, too overwhelmed by the sensations his skilled hands and lips were giving you.

And this time, Klaus didn't hold back. His amber irises and possessive growl were the only warnings he gave you before he ripped your dress in half, revealing your dressed-in-lace-underwear body to him.

His wolf howled inside him.

He pressed his lips to yours greedily, caressing every inch of your newly exposed skin. You growled into his mouth as he bit your lip harder and dug your nails into his back. He reciprocated by squeezing your thigh tightly as he wrapped your leg around his waist, rubbing your most sensitive parts against each other. You both moaned in unison, pulling your lips apart for a moment. You decided to repay him and slid your fangs out to dig into his neck, drinking his sweet blood greedily. You've been dreaming about it since you became a hybrid. Only in your darkest, wildest dreams, after which you were ashamed to look into the eyes of the hated hybrid who probably drove you to Stockholm syndrome because you wanted him more every day—the man who was the cause of your misery.

It was impossible for you to love him. To love the man who tricked you into this marriage; who lied and killed and tortured so many people; who made you fall head over heels for him. Maybe that's why you fell in love with Elijah? He was his complete opposite. He was self-possessed, calm, reasonable, and kept his word.

But there you were, rubbing against him and moaning as his blood ran down your throat. Wanting him more than his brother—the man of every woman's dreams.

Maybe you were as fucked up as your husband.

Moments later, he copied your idea and dug himself into your neck. The moan coming from him sent shivers through your body all the way THERE. How could a man make you so desperate for him with just some kisses and the slightest touch?

You'd probably go all out and lose yourselves in each other's touch for the rest of the night (and possibly part of the morning) if Hope's cries hadn't come from the baby monitor on his nightstand. You broke apart, breathing heavily. Klaus licked off the rest of the blood dripping from your wound until it closed. He rested his head against your chest, inhaling your scent.

You unknowingly ran your hand through his curly hair, also closing your eyes and getting lost in this special, unique moment of tenderness between you two.

"I love you, Y/N." his soft whisper, combined with the gentle movement of his lips against the skin of your breasts, sent shivers down your spine. The realization of his confession left you completely still, holding his arms in a gentle embrace. "I know you don't feel the same way about me, but I promise you that one day you will. I will be worthy of your affection, my brave, wise, beautiful, merciful queen." he said, placing one last longing kiss on your lips before climbing off of you. He got dressed and left the room to soothe the crying Hope.

You closed your eyes, taking shaky breaths. You covered your mouth with your hand to drown out your silent sobs as you heard the familiar lullaby that Nik usually sings to Hope.

Klaus has really changed for the better since the first time you two met. And any other woman in your situation would surely fall in love with him in a heartbeat. But you've already given your heart to someone you'll never have. Or so you thought.

You felt an inexplicable attraction to Elijah, but with Klaus... everything just felt right - even though the hybrid drove you crazy and was the complete opposite of your dream prince on a white horse, in which Elijah fit perfectly. So maybe your Mr. Right wasn't someone you'd imagined in your head a long time ago…

And now, crying silently on your husband's bed, you realize what you should have done ages ago. But before you did the right thing, you could afford to pay a little attention to your troubled, lost heart.

So you cried until you got tired enough that all you did before falling asleep in Klaus' bedroom was to cover up any traces of your tears. You promised yourself a long time ago that no matter what, you would be the only witness to your tragedies. You'd rather be seen as a cold bitch than a weak, lost girl thrown into the fights the originals always fought.

Because in the end, it was only you (and Hope) against the whole world. Just like always.

~•♤♤♤•~

"I need you to do me a favor, Kol." you said as you walked into his room without knocking. The original was on the bed, flipping through something on his phone. He lazily shifted his gaze to you. You groaned internally. Bored Kol is a Kol who is very hard to work with. But—shame to admit it—he was your last and only resort.

"Hello to you too, Y/N. Thank you for knocking before storming into someone's room. How am I? I'm very glad you're asking; I'm fine. That's a very beautiful day, don't you think? Yes, indeed. Did marriage with my brother completely make you lose any manners and tact?" he teased as he drank the blood from the bag.

"I want you to compel me." he spat out his drink, choking and staining another carpet. "Rebekah will be mad at him." you thought as you watched how the original was coughing.

"What?!" he shouted, finally coming to himself. "Why?!" he asked, reaching for his half-full bag again.

"I want you to compel me to love Klaus." he spat out his drunken blood again, suffocating. He tossed the bag on the nightstand, deciding not to reach for it again in the face of new revelations. He probably thought you were completely out of your mind.

"What the bloody hell?! But I thought you and Lijah…" he began, confused, jumping out of bed to face you.

"We never gonna happen, Kol. I realized it very clearly yesterday. And I don't want to feel these stupid things around Elijah any more. He will never be mine, and I will never be his. I have Hope. I had to think about her future and happiness. And she deserves… everything. So if I can give her a happy, normal, loving family, I will do it. Even if it means falling for Klaus by your compel."

"Are you sure, darling? Do you even know what you're asking me for? Do you really want me to erase your memories of you and Elijah?"

"No. I don't want to forget. I want to remember all those stupid moments that led me to this fucking rollercoaster of emotions. I need you to convince me that... it was always meant to be Klaus. That my love for Elijah is just a fleeting fascination, and that Klaus is my fucking soulmate and partner, someone who will treat me as an equal and put me and our daughter above everything else. And that seeing him so close with Aurora and Camille made me realize that I only want to be with him."

"You know that these things aren't far from the truth, do you? My brothers love you. Both equally strong. Are you sure that…"

"Yes. I made my decision. I'm just asking you to help me sort out my emotions properly. I can't be the girl who sails between two brothers. I will not let Hope grow up in this mess my feelings have caused. My fate was sealed the day I met Klaus. Now it's time for me to finally accept it."

"I'll help you, darling. On one condition. I'm not going to keep you under my compel forever. I'll take it off someday. Are you then ready to face the consequences of your actions? Organize your feelings on your own? What if you really fall in love with Nik? What if you somehow fall in love with both of them? If Elijah finds someone else? Do you even think about what it will mean to you? You'll be living a lie, Y/N. Are you ready for it?"

"I'll do everything to give Hope the family she deserves. Besides, I'm Y/N Y/L/N-Mikaelson. I always know what to do. And for now, this is the perfect solution. I think I could be happy with Klaus after all. And after everything that happened recently... I just want to finally be happy, Kol. Without all the extra problems that being a Mikalson brings anyway."

"I only hope you're not going to regret this... Look at me, darling. Today you will feel something more than hostility or a little friendliness toward my brother Klaus. After seeing him, being a hero for your pack, and rescuing that human Camille from getting killed, you realized that you'd always had some feelings for him, but before today they were weaker than what you feel for Elijah. You realized that Klaus could be the man of your dreams, someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. You will never forget what you experienced with Elijah, but now you see him more like a brother and an uncle to your child than a life partner. You like Klaus; he's the only man you could be romantically interested in until Hope comes of age. After this time, my compulsion will cease to work. You will forget that I compel you. I told you to get that stupid idea out of your head and told you not to ask anyone else for such a favor. You will follow my command." you snapped out of your stupor, blinking as you tried to remember what the hell had just happened.

"Well, at least promise me you won't tell Klaus, Elijah, or anyone else."

"I hate to say it, but you have my word. Everything will stay between us."

"Good." you nodded your head and left his room. Kol's concerned gaze led you all the way to the door.

At least he circumvented your request and didn't force you to love Klaus directly, he just dulled your infatuation with Elijah. If you started to feel anything for his hybrid brother, it would be real. He only hoped that when Davina, Rebekah, or Nik found out, they wouldn't castrate him for it.

~•♤♤♤•~

You were pissed off. Incredible furious with your stupid husband and his older brother.

These two morons went with Kol on a solo quest against Lucien and Tristan, locking you (Freya, Davina, Rebekah and you) in the house.

You don't need to tell anyone that they came back with nothing and narrowly escaped death. As soon as the boundary spell was lifted by your witches, you ran out of the house with Hope and went straight to your pack. You left your daughter with your cousin Lily and her witch girlfriend while you went to get wood. You must have landed your rage on something. Trees were better than innocent people or your very guilty and stupid husband, whose face you didn't want to see right now because you knew you'd use it as a dartboard.

However, you forgot that your husband had no self-preservation instinct.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you growled as you sensed his presence, continuing to chop wood. He really was asking to die today.

"You took our daughter and left the house, you think I won't follow you? Besides, we need to talk, love."

"Well, it's too fucking late now. Fuck off before I shove a branch up your ass."

"Where does such an aggression of yours come from, love?"

"You dare to fucking ask me?! After what you did?! You could all die or get caught! I know you don't care what happens to me, but have you thought about Hope? Your fucking daughter! What would happen if they came for us, for her, when we were closed in the cage, you made?! Tell me, honey, was it your brilliant idea? Or maybe Kol's?"

"It's fascinating that you have such faith in my noble elder brother that you don't even entertain the slightest possibility that it was his plan."

"Elijah wouldn't do something so stupid. He's better than you. Do you even know how it could..."

"Of course our dear Elijah would be a better husband for you!" his brain apparently focused only on that damn part, not the one where you scolded him for being so careless because you were worried about him.

"Don't you dare fucking bring him into this! He was the only goddamn person who cared about my fate after my transformation! He cares enough about me to let me know about his plans, Klaus!"

"I saw perfectly well how he cares for you - by shoving his tongue down your throat!"

"Maybe if you weren't acting like a fucking, arrogant, condescending dick who knows everything best, you'd be in his place!"

"Well, I went further with you than he did last night. You didn't even moan against his mouth as you did against mine. I guess being a dick pays off after all." he replied with a feisty, smug smile.

"You! Fucking! Disgusting! Pervent!" you growled, punching him in the chest each time, causing him to back away from you until you pinned him to a tree. "I fucking hate you. Every time I see the shadow of a man worth loving in you, you always screw it up! I hate you and despise both you and myself that despite all the damn things you've done against me, somehow I still fucking want to see in you someone worth my love!" you screamed, taking out your anger on him with every blow you landed on him.

It shocked you that he didn't do anything to stop you. He just took your punches, standing still in complete silence, until you got tired.

"Better?" he whispered, staring at your panting, disheveled figure as you both tried to calm down.

"A little."

"You tremble." he noticed, carefully touching your cold shoulder. "Let's go back to the camp. We need to warm you up." he said as he took off his leather jacket and tossed it over your shoulders. He grabbed your hand and started leading you through the dark forest.

You don't even remember when you got this far in your anger. It took you a good half silient hour of walking to get back to the sleeping pack.

You sat by the still-burning fire. Klaus added a few logs of wood to make sure it wouldn't go out. He then sat next to you and unrolled the blanket, draping it over your back, creating a warm cocoon around the two of you.

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder and staring into the fire. You blissfully absorbed the silence between the two of you, losing yourself in Klaus' warmth and scent.

"I'm sorry." he broke the long silence between you. "I should have let you know about my plans or not locked you in the house. You're right. You deserve someone better, love." he said, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke the last words.

"I could love you, you know?" you felt his piercing, surprised look as you played with one of the sticks, staring stubbornly at the fire to avoid his gaze. "A long time ago. If you hadn't acted like a condescending asshole and tried your best to lock me up in that damn house with Hope. If you'd let me in, help me get past that evil, cruel hybrid facade and see the real you, you would have what you so secretly desire."

"And what is that?"

"Unconditional love from someone who isn't forced to give it to you. Unlimited trust and devotion-something you have not experienced in your very long life. You know one day you'll get it from our daughter, but it won't be the same. She will love you because you are her father, her love is conditioned by the bond you have shared since she was born. That's why you want me to love you so much. You want someone who cares about you for no reason."

"And could you? Love me just because you want to? After everything I have done?" he asked, pulling you away from him, not too far away, just enough to look you in the eye.

"You were never quite the villain in my story. I have to admit, I've hated you since I met you... but over time, I've seen that you've made me more than I could have imagined, someone much more powerful, someone whose opinion really matters. You always helped me, even when I thought it was some kind of sabotage against me and when I disagreed with your plan, like when you decided to stop Dalhia alone or play partners in crime with your bloodthirsty father. You take care of my pack like it's your own, and you're such a good father to Hope that sometimes I envy her. Maybe our beginnings weren't the best, and maybe along the way we'll start arguing and fighting like bitter enemies again, but I couldn't imagine anyone else to do it with."

"Even after I forced you into this marriage?"

"Well, if it weren't for you, my parents would've arranged one with a possibly stupid, self-centered werewolf anyway, so I didn't get the worst of it."

"Good to know I'm not the worst option."

"At least you're hot and handsome." you replied, nudging him with your arm. He did the same, making you both laugh.

You stared into his eyes as the firelight reflected in his beautiful irises, emphasizing sparks of amusement and... tenderness.

"I want to be the man who deserves your love."

"Can you let me in then?"

He did not answer. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours. If it had been any other man, you would have insisted on answering this important question. But you knew Klaus too well to know that this passionate, sultry, tender kiss is a silent promise he makes to you. A promise he intends to keep.

Klaus wasn't the perfect man of your dreams, and he often made hasty, sudden decisions without considering the opinions of others. But deep down, you knew there was no other man in the world who made you feel the way you did with Nik. Even Elijah couldn't make you feel half the way you did with his brother. His kiss, his touch, his smile, and his scent made you feel insane. And that (desire, passion, tenderness, warmth, and thristing for his little affection) was the type of love you want to lose yourself in.

Maybe it was Klaus who was supposed to be your Mr. Right after all.

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triangle-strategy-notes · 2 months ago

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The Hierophant and Automatons Concept Art

Concept art for the Hierophant and the other puppets/automatons you face in the final battle! Translation notes and image id under the cut.

Translation notes:

Japanese doesn't usually include gendered pronouns, so when I use "it" and/or "her" for the Hierophant, I'm inserting those based on my best guess given the context—it's not anything the designers intended to include.

The word I translate as puppet/doll/automaton is in most cases the same word, but I use the different English translations interchangeably depending on the context.

"Homunculus" on the first page is literally "nculus". I'm assuming it's shorthand for homunculus so that's what I put for clarity, but I might be wrong about that. On the second page, the actual word for homunculus is used explicitly.

"The threads are manufactured using a special growth process" seemed to have a typo or two. I tried to account for that and I think I got the translation more or less accurate, but I still feel a little bit uncertain about it. Notably there might be something about 2 strands being woven together.

"Do not defy" might have also been translated as "do not betray [me]".

Image Ids:

[Image id: Two pages from the Triangle Strategy artbook centered around the Hierophant and the automatons. The first page is titled, "C Hierophant (puppet) Rough Draft". There are several drawings of the hierophant and her doll-like construction. One note reads, "Sought after and made a human". Another reads, "A. Puppet — Ball-jointed doll". There is a subheading labeled, "B. Flesh" with some text that reads, "Even though it comes from a desert country, the skin is white and pure to the point that it looks bloodless." Another note reads, "Lifeless eyes" and another says "Do not defy". One note that points to the Hierophant's clothing says, "The garment is modeled after the Goddess of Salt's." Another reference drawing has the note, "The most complete one at the moment (Hierophant Puppet)". Another note says, "I call it 'homunculus', but it's in fact only an extraordinary puppet that has the appearance of being alive. That said, it was indeed given some human body parts during its creation… The human 'hair' is not only the doll's puppet strings, but also its internal parts, which enable the puppet to circulate magic efficiently and to manifest a level of power beyond that of a mere puppet." Another note gesturing to the puppet strings says, "The threads are manufactured using a special growth process." Another says, "Countless unfinished things." One drawing has the puppets attacking and grabbing onto a man with a sword. A nearby note reads, "If they get a hold of you, it's pretty dangerous!" An illustrator's note at the bottom reads, "The request for this included a surprise: 'the hierophant is a puppet!' I remember having a lot of back and forth about what puppets are in the context of the world, and Mr. Ikushima's ideas concerning the setting also helped. (Yasuaki Arai)".

The second page has several images, including one large one of a smoky purple room with automatons crawling down from the ceiling with Idore in the center pulling the strings. To the side there is another illustration of the puppets hanging up near the throne room's domed ceiling. At the top is a note that says, "From a distance, it looks like there is a painting on the ceiling, but in fact there are count- less unfinished puppets hanging in the shadows, and the puppeteer can control them all at once to attack." Another nearby note reads, "In the shadow of heaven, countless unfinished puppets are hanging." Next to Idore is the note, "His Excellency, The Puller of Strings. Controls countless homunculi at the same time and causes them to attack. Similar to spellcraft, it is a highly refined technique." There are some additional drawings of the automatons and hierophants showing some of their more inhuman traits, as well as some conceptual drawings of internal organs including a brain. A note reads, "If they really are just puppets, then there's no need to bother with brains or internal organs." At the bottom is a designer's note that reads, "This is a rough idea of the final boss Idore, the Hierophant, and the other puppets. I believe we also make good use of Mr. Ikushima's ideas in the battle planning. (Arai Yasuaki)" /end id]

#triangle strategy #ts artbook character ref sheets #idore delmira #the hierophant #triangle strategy artbook #triangle strategy spoilers #happy halloween!!! here's some slight body horror to celebrate :)#I love pages like this where you know the illustrator got really into it because there's so much detail #that drawing of the puppets hangin out on the ceiling is really cool

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 6 months ago

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thinking evil thoughts (best friend’s brother trope)

#😔😔😔😔#satoru and kenny are haunting me.#…. also kinda suguru.#but when isn’t he…….#in the bfb!kenny au sugu is your bestie obviously #but like . i keep thinking of a scenario where he has a bratty younger sister #and sugu’s like …. the calm older brother #…… and both siblings r into you #😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔#….. i like love triangles ok leave me alone!!#i’m just imagining the sister being all clingy and doting and outspoken abt her affection while suguru is a lot more subtle #but then there’s that slight hint of possessiveness………..#i think his policy is that . either you and his sister get married and he walks you both down the aisle #or he gets to have you .#no one else.#if satoru or shoko even make a joke abt it then his blood goes cold #you’re kinda like . the family jewel. i think #idk it’s a little fucked uo i’m into it though…..#i just like the idea of two possessive siblings fawning over the same person and idk what that says abt me buT . i am not ashamed ….#ari noises ✩

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pascaloverx · 5 months ago

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To Begin Again

FOURTEEN

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic. So, dear readers, just as in this fanfic it's meant to imagine Remus Lupin as being Andrew Garfield and Sirius Black as being Ben Barnes, now I present to you the fancast of Severus Snape as being actor Enzo Vogrincic. Imagine him as Snape if you can.

THIRTEEN FIFTEEN

Your childhood wasn't easy, even though your parents loved you. This was because they didn't love each other. Your father always had a secret passion for his old college friend, Dumbledore. He spoke about Dumbledore with such tenderness that it was almost impossible for you not to realize they loved each other. When you were little, you used to ask your father when he would take you to meet Uncle Dumbledore. Your mother would get furious about this. They would argue, and your father would usually disappear for a few days. But he always came back. It took you almost fifteen years to realize he returned for your sake. Their marriage only held together because they wanted to be good parents to you. Fortunately, your father eventually realized that the love of his life was more important than living a lie. After that, you learned to split your time between your father and your mother. Amidst all this, your father decided to help you distance yourself from Snape by asking Dumbledore to hire you as a replacement for Lily Potter as the art teacher. This brings you to your current moment, where you find yourself teaching your students to ride beautiful horses because your father told Dumbledore it wasn’t fair for you to punch your student’s father and not receive any punishment.

"Professor, what are we doing outside the classroom, surrounded by horses?" Draco asks with a look of disdain for the situation. He obviously knows that he's going to have to ride the horses, given that everyone is wearing equestrian attire.

"You don't need to be a genius to figure out that we're going to ride the horses. Or do you think they gave us these fancy, tight clothes for no apparent reason?" Harry responds, adjusting his glasses and looking at Draco with a decidedly arrogant expression.

"Look who learned to give sassy replies. For your information, Potter, this outfit isn't that fancy, and it's probably tight on you because you put it on wrong. Which definitely disqualifies you from judging anyone else's genius. Now if you'll excuse me—or even if you won't." Draco speaks confidently and quickly adjusts Harry's outfit with surprising efficiency. You're even a bit shocked to see them interacting this way. Sure, the way they talk to each other is still ruder than you'd like, but they seem to be improving.

"You'll be horseback riding today by order of Headmaster Dumbledore. I did some horseback riding during my teenage years, and now I'll be teaching you how to ride. First, let's get the horses familiar with you. Who wants to volunteer to go first?" you say, positioning the horse next to you and adjusting the saddle. After checking that everything is in order, you see a line of students stepping back from you. Poor things, they're scared.

"Is there any chance I can escape this activity due to feeling queasy in high places?" Draco asks, pretending to sway. He's a mediocre actor, but his effort is nice to see. When he glances at you to see if you've fallen for his act, you simply shake your head, disapproving of his little performance. Harry laughs almost too loudly, while Ron, standing behind them, rolls his eyes.

"Now that Malfoy has finished his show, can we get back to focusing on the activity?" Ron Weasley says, teasing Draco. Draco seems irritated by Ron's comment but appears to ignore it. Hermione promptly raises her hand, volunteering to be the first to mount the horse.

"Granger, put your foot in the stirrup, and I'll give you a boost to get into the saddle. Once you're on the horse, make sure to hold firmly onto the reins," you say, helping your student mount the horse. Within minutes, she's already riding. After much reluctance, your other students are riding almost comfortably. The last to mount a horse is Draco, who needed to watch his peers enjoy themselves before deciding to trust you and the horse. But at some point, between Weasley bragging about his bravery and Harry appearing very excited.

"Are you sure this animal won't hurt me?" Draco asks as he leans on you to climb onto the horse. You giggle and then look at him, trying to show confidence even though he is scared.

"I will be close to you at all times. As long as you treat this horse with affection and trust, he will reciprocate. If you want, you can touch the horse to find out." You say, petting the horse that Draco is riding. Draco makes a serious face but seems to give you a vote of confidence, petting the horse as you are. The horse neighs slightly, and Draco withdraws his hand, but you firmly hold the horse while gesturing for Draco to continue holding the reins tightly.

"Malfoy, stop being a coward and come on!" Harry shouts as he enjoys riding through the forest, staying close to Draco. Draco then begins to ride slowly, being guided by you. It's clear from his face that he wants to keep up with Potter but is still hesitant.

"Potter, pay attention to what you're doing and leave me alone. Professor Y/L/N is the one insisting on having my company for longer. It's not my fault that you're a mediocre student and she prefers to stay close to me," Draco responds pompously, as if he's getting extra attention for being an incredible student. It's funny how the two are always getting on each other's nerves.

"Boys, it would be more appropriate for both of you to mind your own business, at least while you're learning to ride. And I can assure you that there's no favoritism on my part with any student. I helped Harry just as I'm helping you, Draco," you say as you start to let Draco ride on his own. He keeps his eyes focused, watching both Harry and the horse intently.

When confidence finally kicks in, Draco rides more skillfully, chasing after the other students as if it were a race. The truth is, none of them were very far ahead, so it almost looks like a line of horses being ridden by students. You then try to help other students. Hermione is so confident with her horse that she even goes over a large branch with it. Ron is learning to communicate with his horse, which is reluctant to move. You give the horse some affection and lead it to drink some water before Ron can ride it again and manage to trot along smoothly this time. Pansy seems very confident in her riding skills, so when she tries to make the horse jump and it only neighs, you have to tell her that horses need to build a bond with their riders before performing great feats. Luna seemed so out of sync with her horse that at times it was as if the horse was guiding her. She was enchanted by some trees and plants she found in the forest. Harry and Draco, after a while, began to ride around each other. Harry's horse had white fur, and Draco's had dark fur. It was almost as if they completed each other. Everything was fine for a moment until you heard a loud noise, like someone firing a shot into the air.

"Kids, hold tight to the reins and stay calm. I'm going to get each of you off your horses," you say as you observe the horses becoming agitated. Some neighed, others just shied away. With agility, you managed to calm most of the horses in time to help the students dismount. Only Draco and Harry were left on their horses when something hit Draco's horse. The shock was so great that the horse bolted, carrying a very scared and screaming Draco with it.

Immediately, you look at Harry, and with a non-verbal agreement, you mount his horse while he stands in front of you. There's no time to waste, so this is the best you can do. "The path to Hogwarts is along this trail ahead of you. Go there and get a professor to check on the horses. Hermione, make sure to inform them that there was a gunshot. Stay there; Potter and I will bring Draco back." You shout as you prepare to go after Malfoy. You hold the reins firmly and set off in pursuit of Draco's horse.

"I think I can see Draco's horse from here, Professor. It's on our right, heading towards the stream," Harry says, so focused on helping you save Draco that he's practically become a tracker. You ride quickly, trying to keep Harry secure so he doesn't fall. You take a shortcut when you notice the horse is heading towards the place where you first transformed. You quickly arrive at the spot where Draco's horse is headed and, when you arrive, you stop it from moving forward by using your horse and Harry's as a blockade.

"Calm down, boy. Calm down," you say soothingly as you dismount. Draco's horse seems to obey you after a few whinnies. The horse is stressed but calms down enough to allow you to get Draco off. Malfoy has trapped his arm in the reins, probably while desperately trying to stop the horse. He's groaning in pain but visibly relieved that you're there.

"You should thank the professor before whining like a baby. We saved you from a real mess," Potter says while still adjusting himself in the saddle. Malfoy takes advantage of the fact that you’re focused on improvising a bandage for his arm and throws a rock at Potter. For some reason, Harry had taken off his helmet, so the rock hits him squarely on the forehead.

“Oops, wasn’t meant to hit you for real,” Malfoy says, and you finally finish bandaging him before heading over to Potter, who is holding his hand over his forehead. You remove Potter’s hand from the injury and see blood oozing from it.

“Son of a bitch, pathetic egotist,” Harry yells, holding his hand against his forehead and murmuring in pain. After finishing bandaging Draco, you take a handkerchief from Malfoy’s pocket and press it against Harry’s forehead to staunch the bleeding.

"Before you two kill each other, let's head back to Hogwarts. Draco, lean on me, and I'll help you onto the horse. Harry, keep that handkerchief pressed to your forehead with one hand and hold the reins with the other. I'll guide both of you and the other horse. Don't do anything stupid," you say with a certain authority. The two seem to listen, and minutes later, Draco finds himself clinging to Potter to avoid falling off the horse. In silence, for the first time, you all make your way back to Hogwarts. When you arrive at the school's entrance, Sirius is anxiously waiting for you.

"Are you okay?" Sirius asks, coming very close to you, his concern evident. He takes the horse from your hands, and for a moment, it feels like it's just the two of you there.

"Black, Professor Y/L/N is fine, but your godson and I are injured. So, if you could stop flirting for a moment," Draco says irritably. You and Sirius look at him, surprised by his words. Harry uses one of his hands, previously holding the handkerchief to his forehead, to slap Malfoy, who winces in pain.

"Malfoy, to you it's either Professor Black or Cousin Sirius. Now shut your mouth and lean on me," Sirius grumbles, picking Draco up as if he were a small child seeking comfort. With Malfoy in his arms, Sirius carries him inside. You quickly approach Harry and help him down from the horse. The bleeding on his forehead seems to have decreased significantly. You assist Harry into the school, and you all head to the infirmary. After handing the boys over to the nurses, Madam Pomfrey asks you and Sirius to wait outside.

"You surprised me today. Acting irresponsibly, putting your safety at risk. Including taking my godson along," Sirius reprimands you. You look at him and laugh, which might seem strange but makes sense to you at the moment.

"You are something else, you know. I thought you were genuinely worried about me, but it's just another way for you to accuse me of doing something wrong. It's wrong for me to bite Lupin, it's wrong for me to use your godson's horse to rescue your cousin in the forest, it's wrong for me to exist. I'll never do anything you think is right." You laugh as you speak. It's almost a joke, being constantly criticized by Sirius.

"I was worried about you. I admit I’m hard on you, probably because I want to push you away. But when our students came back terrified and told me there was a shot fired, and that you ran off after Draco and took Harry with you, I feared for you. I don't want to lose you, just as I don't want to lose my godson or my cousin. Somehow, I've grown attached to you as if you were mine. But I keep messing up with you." Sirius says, handing you a cigarette from his pants pocket. You don't usually smoke, but while trying not to worry about your students, you think a cigarette might ease the tension.

"Maybe you just push me away because you don't want to commit to me, at least not romantically. Maybe we should try to be just friends, without any romantic tension." you say while taking a drag from the cigarette, facing the open window near the chairs in the waiting area. This area is more like a corridor with a few chairs and two divided windows for anyone who wants to lean out to smoke or get some fresh air.

"This might not be the right place to talk about this, but who cares. I can't just be your friend, and I don't think Lupin can either. I'm attracted to you in such a different but intense way compared to how I feel about Lupin. I don't know if this makes any sense, but Lupin is probably my soulmate. And yet, I still want you. Just like, at the end of the day, Lupin wants you too. And I know you feel this attraction for us as well," Sirius says, moving closer to you as he smokes, both of you facing the window.

"But if we keep this up, I'll be the one who gets hurt. You two prioritize each other. I'm just the second option. It's foolish to continue this. The right thing to do is to give up on any romance and try to be friends. Don't you think?" you say, sounding weary. In reality, you are exhausted. Thinking about your relationship feels like a certain waste of time.

"I just want you to keep in mind that if you want, Lupin and I are ready to give this a chance. And even if you don’t, we’re both here for you." Sirius finishes his cigarette and gives you a kiss on the cheek. He then leaves, leaving you contemplative as you throw your cigarette away upon seeing a nearby sign that reads "No Smoking."

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broken-glowsticks · 11 months ago

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What Once was Mine

Chapter 13 - Support

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series.

Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

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It was a quiet drive to pick up the corn dogs, your mind swirling. You couldn't help but replay the situation in the pizza parlor, baring through your embarrassment as you scanned to see if you could have done anything to make it better, only to feel more defeated when you came up empty. The only thing that was keeping you grounded was the heat of the pizza searing into your legs and Changbins hand in yours.

Changbin had remained silent the entire drive, not wanting to push you if you didn't want to talk. But he would have to be a massive idiot to not notice the tension you were carrying. He so desperately wanted to know what exactly was wrong and what he could do to help. For now he settled on holding your hand tightly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin as he drove in silence.

Once you had run inside to grab the corn dogs did you finally break the silence upon your return.

“Hey, uhm, sorry for what happened back there…”

“Why are you apologizing, bunny?” Changbin asked gently, waiting for you to buckle up before starting your car up and pulling back onto the road.

“It's just… that must have been so awkward, having to be in the middle of that… of me and Hyunjin.”

“Well… I didn't love getting interrupted, but…” Changbin tried to choose his words carefully. He knew why Hyunjin was reacting like that, it must be hard seeing the girl you love kiss someone else the way you were kissing Changbin. But you didn't know Hyunjin loved you and Changbin wasn't going to just reveal that. He wasn't that kind of person.

“But… what?” Your eyes finally pulled from the middle distance when your boyfriend went silent. He had such a pensive look on his face.

“I loved how you clung to me,” he finally said in a whisper, his hand searching for yours again. His eyes never left the road as his fingers ghosted over your palm, skin gliding against skin until your fingers interlaced and squeezed together. “I have to confess something.”

“What… what's that?” Changbins lips pressed into a thin line before he spoke.

“I know about you and him, that you used to sleep together.”

The air in your lungs vanished as your world turned on its axis. How did he know? When did he find out? Did Jisung tell him or did he figure it out before you two even started dating? These and many more questions flooded your mind as panic pulled at you. You felt dizzy. Changbin, however, was calm as he continued before you could even open your mouth.

“I'm not mad, baby. I knew for a while, before I even asked you out actually. I knew and I wanted you anyway,” He explained, his voice leveled and gentle, meanwhile you were trying to keep from hyperventilating in the passenger's seat.

“I knew that when we got together there would be some awkward moments between you two. That's why I'm not even upset over how he reacted or that you wanted to go after him when he ran off. I know you two are just friends now and that you would've done the same thing if it was Han, Felix, or Chan. But the entire time… you clung to me, you never stopped looking to me for comfort. It didn't even dawn on me to be upset or that I was in the middle of something cause I was too focused on being there for you. I just… I love how you wanted just me. And I loved that you clung to me and didn't go after him.”

The car fell into silence again as you sat speechless, gawking at Changbins' gorgeous profile. You suddenly felt all warm and fuzzy inside as you replayed his words in your head, truly letting them sink in. He didn't care. He didn't care about what happened before he started dating you or that things are awkward between you and Hyunjin. He didn't try to interject himself into that sensitive moment, he wasn't even embarrassed about kissing you in such a public place. All he cared about was that you turned to him and that's where all his focus whent.

“I don't deserve you,” you said with a relieved smile, finally able to breathe again as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I have the best boyfriend in the whole world.”

“And don't you forget it,” Changbin grinned, finally casting you a sideways glance before pulling the back of your hand to his lips, the car ride now being filled with silly chatter and stolen kisses at red lights the entire way back to the studio.

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When you opened the door to the studio, you were pleasantly surprised to see Felix perched on the couch.

“Sunshine!” You cheered happily, setting down the food on the only table in the room and plopping next to Felix to squeeze him in a hug.

“‘Sunshine’? Since when did you two get so close?” Chan asked, a small smile playing on his features.

“Pfff, you'd notice if you ever left your room. I bet you didn't even know I was over a few days ago,” you said with feign annoyance, pulling Felix closer.

“Wait, you were at my place?”

“Yeah, she was!” Felix laughed, hugging you back as tightly. “See, you just proved her right. Daaaaad,” Felix said in a childish voice, turning to Changbin.

“Who, me?”

“Yeah, you and big bro work too hard. You're neglecting mom and meeeee.” Changbin laughed at Felixs’ antics as he pulled out a roll of paper towels and grabbed himself some food.

“If Changbin is the dad and Chan is the big brother, what am I? Another brother?” Jisung asked, standing to serve himself some food once Changbin had moved out of the way. The studio was too small for so many people to be shuffling around at the same time.

“The dog,” you and Felix replied in unison flatly.

“What? Lame!” Jisung whined as he settled back into his chair, “hey, did you guys get anything to drink?”

“Shit. No, we didn't,” Changbin replied.

“Also lame,” Jisung huffed, stuffing a corn dog in his mouth.

“If you wanted something to drink, you should have specified,” you said, standing and distributing food to Felix and Chan to minimize the shuffling.

“Well, why didn't you just get some at the pizza place?” Jisung razzed, taking a bite of pizza.

“That's ‘cause of-” your hand faltered as you handed Felix his pizza, your brain catching you before you could even mention Hyunjin or the awkward moment that happened between you and him

“Because ooooof…?” Jisung asked, noticing your stiff motions. You and Jisung have not only been friends since forever but have been living together long enough to know when there's more going on, especially when you make it obvious.

“Bunny's just being shy, I may or may not have been… distracting her,” Changbin cut in with a cocky grin, making Jisung wince.

“Gross, sorry I asked,” Jisung said with an overdramatic gag, deciding to focus instead on his food.

You smiled as you went to press a kiss to Changbins’ temple, mouthing a silent thank you as you finally snagged some food for yourself. A thank-you Felix definitely noticed.

Ever since the day you came over and explained your sensitive history with Hyunjin, Felix had been keeping tabs on you. He knew he was the only one in the friend group who had all the details of what went on between you and Hyunjin, not to mention an unbiased opinion on everything. Also, that night brought you two together. Felix and you not only chatted about your past, but he also had shared plenty of secrets himself that night, which only forged a stronger bond than you and him had ever had before. That intimacy is why he felt the need to be so protective of you, especially since he knew that currently too busy Jisung- the guy you'd usually turn to in times like these - wouldn't be able to give you level-headed advice when it came to dealing with Hyunjin.

With Felix’ eyes following you so closely, it was easy for him to notice you checking your phone while everyone carried on in boisterous conversation, a strange emotion crossing your face as you stared at the screen. Shoving the phone into the pocket of Changbins’ jacket, you slid from your spot next to the man in question to slide closer to Felix, your voice a murmur when you spoke.

“Lix? Can I talk to you later?”

Felixs’ eyes darted to you before he quickly looked away and gave a subtle nod, trying his best not to tip anybody off as the two of you ate amongst the loud voices in the room. It was when Felix asked to go to the bathroom that you volunteered to go with him, claiming you needed to go too, and if you were to get lost, at least you were together.

“Who's bright idea was it to not put a bathroom on this floor?” Felix asked the moment the two of you had left the studio.

“They also didn't install any name plates either,” you laughed.

“I know! I was wandering around, counting doors, trying to figure out what Chan meant by ‘we're the third one back’!”

You and Felix shared a laugh as you entered the elevator, going down a floor to reach the elevators. The two of you were silent as the elevator took you down a level to one of the floors that actually had bathrooms and you remained that way for a bit until Felix's hand slid into yours and squeezed it.

“So what's got you all gloomy?” Felixs’ voice was somewhat quiet, quiet enough that you could hear your own footsteps echoing through the hall.

“Hyunjin so happened to have walked into the pizza parlor me and Changbin were at and caught us making out,” you admitted sheepishly, giving Felix some context.

“No fucking way,” he said a bit louder, his head whipping towards you. “And then what?”

“It was so awkward. He was so hurt, he couldn't even hide it.”

“The message you got, was it from him?” You nodded, your lips a thin line as you and Felix stopped and sat on the sill of the large window at the other end of the hall.

“He texted me to apologize for running away, that he just threw him off. But… he's hiding something again, I know it. I know last time we talked about how I'm not owed everything, but Felix, the way he looked at me. I'm scared he's hiding something big and that he's only hurting him by hiding it.”

Felix pondered for a moment what you had told him before asking for a bit more of a detailed account of what happened. Once you had finished, Felix thought a bit more, pulling you from the window sill and walking you back to the elevator before replying.

“If you're so worried, then why not go talk to him again?”

“I dunno Sunshine, last time we were alone together we almost kissed. Changbin just told me how much he trusts me, I don't want to risk anything by going back.”

“Then talk to Bin, tell him you're worried about your friend. He'll understand Y/N. You don't have to be scared.” It was your turn to think things over.

Felix was right. You didn't have to pick one or the other anymore. You had drawn your lines in the sand, and you knew Hyunjin respected that. He proved that with his immense regret about almost kissing you, all you had to do was talk to your boyfriend and keep him in the loop. With resolve, you had made up your mind. When you and Changbin had a moment, you were going to let him know about your plans of seeing Hyunjin again.

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Oof, little bit of a shorter chapter this week 😬 Baby was extra clingy these past few days, and my husband even had some PTO, so of course I was gonna spend time with him! Buuuuut that does mean I kinda rushed this chapter a bit more than intended, so it's even less proofread. Oh well 😅

Way to go Binnie for clearing the air and being such a kick ass boyfriend this chapter tho! Lowkey I'm too in love with him 😍 lmao, get ready for Hyunjin angst next chapter 😈

Taglist: @groovygroovyhyunjin @hhwangsmoon @luvyblossom @doggezz@kayleefriedchicken @hyunjinhoexxx @zadkielr @bincxtesworld

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spacedoutpng · 4 months ago

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SHAKE?

#tw slight eyestrain #bill cipher #my art #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gf bill cipher #i fucking love this triangle #hes so fun to draw bc of how simple he is LMAO #new brainrot just dropped i fear

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faulty-writes · 1 year ago

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[ Hello my dear followers and or fans, I present to you, Katsuki x Rejceted!Reader Part II. Just so you know, this continuation was picked by readers like you. Fair warning: This turns into a jumbled love triangle, so I suppose minor angst is to be expected. Even so, I hope you enjoy this piece. In order to keep with the "years later" theme, this jumps ahead in time. But not too far ahead. ]

[ Chapter Two Summary: After seeing you at the provisional licensing exam, Katsuki begins to struggle with his past and present feelings for you. This leads him to ask your closest friends, Camie and Inasa, to convince you to meet him at a coffee shop for a much-needed talk. Things get more complicated when you misunderstand Katsuki's words and Inasa reveals feelings you never knew he had for you. ]

“Come on! At least tell them, damn it!” He snapped at Camie who crossed her arms and turned her back on him. They had just finished the remedial training course, and although cheerful children echoed in the background, it didn’t calm her anger.

What Katsuki did to you was wrong and failing the provisional licensing exam served him right. “Why would I do that? You’re totes hot, but you’re like one of the meanest dudes ever and you hurt Y/n’s feelings!” she declared, stomping her foot against the ground.

Her eyes focused on the bleachers where you sat. Although she couldn’t see your facial features, she knew you were smiling. Much like Seiji, you were given permission to observe but also support her and Inasa.

She seemed content and over what had happened to her during the provisional licensing exam while you remained paranoid. You passed the first round of the exam only to realize she was missing. When you looked for her, you became the next target of an attack.

You frowned and grazed the scar on your upper arm. Only your closest friends and teachers knew about the incident which you were grateful for considering the media would explode if they found out more than one student was targeted.

Katsuki growled, curling his hands into fists. “I know what I said before, but listen to what I’m saying now, damn it!” he hated that he had to plead with a moron in order to talk to you. “HEY!” A loud booming voice echoed from behind him.

“What’s going on here!?” Inasa shouted with a wide smile. Camie turned around, somewhat relieved to see him. “Bakugou wants to talk to Y/n, but he’s such a meanie. I don’t trust him around them!” she explained, pointing her finger at him.

Inasa tilted his head, placing his hands on his hips. “Y/n!?” he exclaimed before approaching Katsuki who scowled at him. “How do you know Y/n!?” he asked, not quite demanding but not quite willing to have his question disregarded.

Katsuki glared at him and remained silent. “They went to the same middle school, but Bakugou was mean to them when they confessed and at the provisional licensing exam!” Camie explained, again pointing her finger at him although he looked like he was going to bite it off.

“Why don’t you shut the hell up Glamouroki!?” he snapped. She rolled her eyes and pouted in response. “See, totes mean,” she commented crossing her arms. “What did I just say!?” he screamed with his hair standing on end.

“It’s none of your damn business what happened in the past!” Inasa listened to the conversation, scratching his head. “Wait!” he shouted. “Y/n confessed to you!?” he shifted his attention to the bleachers, and his heart accelerated when he saw you.

“Mm…” He pulled his hat down to hide his face. He recalled you had come to him before the provisional licensing exam started and how Camie explained some “rude but hot guy” made you upset and that he needed to cheer you up.

‘Was Bakugou the one she meant?' He thought, feeling jealous. Yes, he was usually a happy-go-lucky individual. But it was different when people hurt those he cared about or his pride. He hadn’t told you yet, but he had feelings for you.

He loved and admired the dedication and work you put into becoming a hero from the start. But do you still love Katsuki? If you did, he had no right to stand in your way. From what he could gather, Katsuki wanted to talk to you and seemed angry that Camie refused to help him.

As much as he hated the thought of you being with someone else, if it made you happy then he needed to help in any way he could. “We’ll help you talk to Y/n!” he declared, daring to pull Katsuki against him in a half-attempted embrace.

“Get the hell off me!” the angry blond was ready to use his quirk if need be. “Huh?” Camie blinked and tilted her head, clearly confused. “What do you mean? He and Y/n are so not meant to be!” she commented, wanting to protect your best interests. “They're totally the beauty, but Bakugou will always be the beast!” she added.

Katsuki stiffened and glared at her. “What the hell did you just say!?” he demanded, breaking free of Inasa's grip. He laughed in return and shrugged. “You never know until you try and if Y/n has feelings for him, we'll help!” he said, slapping the angry boy on the shoulder.

Whether you still had feelings for him or not wasn't known, but since the provisional licensing exam, he couldn’t stop thinking about you or the past the two of you shared together. No, he wasn’t attracted to you, or at least he refused to admit it. But there was clearly something to patch up between the two of you.

Camie crossed her arms. “What do you want to say to them? Like something romantic or cool?” she asked, even if Shiketsu had a strict no-dating policy, she couldn't help but get excited over the idea of romance especially forbidden relationships, they were the cutest! Katsuki clenched his jaw, shifting his gaze to the bleachers.

You were now standing with your hands pressed against your chest, gazing at all three of them. ‘Damn it…’ he thought. ‘I can’t believe I’m gonna say this,’ he turned back to Inasa and Camie. “Just tell them to meet me at Katz Caffeine Coffee Cafe in Esuha City tomorrow at noon!” he snapped before walking away.

“Is something wrong?” Shoto asked, noticing Katsuki’s scowl was deeper than normal. “Be quiet icy hot bastard!” he replied, pushing past him without a care. Shoto blinked, clearly confused before looking at Camie and Inasa who shrugged in response.

“I don’t get what his problem is,” she commented, placing a hand on her hip. “He’s obviously frustrated that he hasn’t talked to Y/n until now! Let's tell them the good news!” Inasa replied happily, despite feeling an ache course through his chest.

Camie frowned, others believed she was absent-minded and stupid, but she knew when something wasn’t right, especially when it involved feelings. She didn’t like the idea of Katsuki being close to you much less trying to talk to you.

But Inasa was her friend, and if he thought it was okay, she trusted his judgment. “I bet they’re totes happy we passed this time!” she said, clapping her hands before grabbing the front of Inasa’s costume to pull him along.

“Hm…” Hizashi had been watching the spectacle and couldn’t help but scratch his head. Katsuki seemed to have something important to say, but how did he know you when you attended Shiketsu High School and weren't even a part of the exam?

“Something ain’t adding up here,” he muttered before looking at Katsuki who seemed to be having an argument with Shoto. “Hey!” Camie exclaimed wrapping her arms around you. “Oh, uh hey,” you said, returning her embrace although she sensed something was off.

“Something wrong?” she asked, pulling away. “Well,” you turned to look at Inasa who smiled. Others commented that he looked happier around you, but it was typical to be happy with friends and family. Then again, you noticed a glint in his eyes whenever he gazed at you.

While you couldn’t quite identify what it was yet, you did know it was warm and caring. “Actually um…” you curled your hands into the bottom of your shirt. “Were you guys talking to…Bakugou down there?” you asked with a pointed finger. “Mmhm!” Inasa responded and you frowned, feeling anger wash over you.

“Why would you talk to him!?” You demanded, glaring at both of them. “I said not to!” Camie exclaimed, holding her hands up. “But Inasa like insisted,” she added, casting the blame on him. You turned to Inasa, your anger fading.

“Why did you, w-what did he want?” you asked, knowing you may have jumped to an unfair conclusion. After all, you didn’t have the right to tell your friends who they could and couldn’t talk to. Inasa noticed the saddened, pained look in your eyes and turned to Camie who shrugged.

It was difficult to tell what was on your mind sometimes and your friends knew better than to push you. But that didn’t stop their concerns. Inasa took a deep breath, forcing a smile back onto his face before touching your shoulder.

“He wants to talk to you!” His words made you jump. “W-what?” you responded. “He wants to talk to you!” he repeated, lowering his hand. “He even wants to take you to a coffee shop!” Your eyes shifted back and forth, processing the information.

“Coffee shop?” you asked, looking at Inasa with a confused but still hurt expression. “Yeah!” Camie said, stepping in between you two. “He said something about a coffee shop in Eusha City,” Inasa nodded. “Katz Caffeine Coffee Cafe! He wants to meet with you tomorrow at noon!” he announced, grinning like a madman.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you almost hated yourself for feeling hopeful. Katsuki had broken your trust and heart many times, you thought you had overcome your feelings for him by now but deep down you still felt something for him.

Maybe your feelings for him would always be a part of you or they were trying to tell you something or you were just young and naive. Then again, perhaps he just wanted to apologize or talk about something completely unrelated to your feelings.

Either way, you wouldn't get anywhere unless you faced this issue or learned to live in peace with it. You snapped out of your thoughts when Camie laid her hand on your shoulder. You forced a smile when you turned to look at her.

She was a comfort, despite what happened at the provisional licensing exam still haunting you, both she and Inasa were friends you appreciated. “So…are you going? I mean, he's still a total babe even if he’s a meanie, well maybe not as much of a babe as Todoroki. That guy is a total snack!” she commented.

“Um...right,” you replied with a shrug and walked away. “I think it’s time we get back home. I need time to think about this.” Camie and Inasa exchanged looks before following you. “We could totally have a sleepover and help you decide!” she offered, pressing her hands together hopefully.

You gave her a half-smile, and although you wanted to be alone maybe that wasn’t the wisest decision. “Can I come too!?” Inasa exclaimed, making you laugh. Yeah, you were grateful for their friendship. “Are you sure about this?” Camie asked the following afternoon.

You looked at the ground, ignoring the passersby on the sidewalk and the traffic on the street. You were standing in front of the Katz Caffeine Coffee Cafe with your stomach in knots. It was because of that anxious feeling that you skipped breakfast for fear you might throw up or get nauseous.

You nodded. “I…I think I’ll be okay. I mean if something happens, I’ll just go home, that’s all,” you said nervously chuckling and Camie frowned. “You can totally text or call me, kay?” she still wasn’t sure about this, but she’d always have your back.

You nodded again and looked at her with a forced smile. “Thanks,” she returned it and slapped you on the back causing you to stumble forward. “Totally no problem! That’s what friends are for!” she said, giving you two thumbs up.

“Chat it up and have a sick time!” she said, waving you goodbye as she walked away. “Heh,” you returned the wave half-heartedly before turning to the cafe and taking a deep breath. “Well, here goes nothing,” you said, your mind racing through different scenarios of what could happen.

You ordered a latte and sat at one of the corner tables, waiting for Katsuki to arrive and trying to calm yourself. ‘Deep breaths, come on! You’re a hero! You shouldn’t be so concerned about romance…he’s just a friend, right?’ Well maybe “friend” was stretching it.

‘Yeah, remember that! Not a friend! Friends want you, he didn’t so that’s his loss, right? Right!’ You frowned and slammed your head against the table. Why were you giving yourself a pep talk? ‘Nevermind that, just focus on breathing’ You couldn't let this anxiety overwhelm you.

After taking a few sips of much-needed caffeine, Katsuki finally arrived and glanced around the establishment before spotting you. He clenched his jaw. What the hell were you doing in the corner? Were you ashamed to be seen with him?

Well, guess he should be grateful you were here. He glanced away, trying to push down the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies in his stomach. He took a deep breath and stomped over. Your throat tightened when you lifted your head and saw him.

That nervous feeling overwhelmed you once more, and you hoped your coffee would stay down. Silence filled the air as he took his seat and folded his arms across the table. He impatiently tapped his foot, and you glanced down, flushing.

‘This is so awkward’ you thought before jumping in your seat when he exclaimed, “You won't say anything, damn it!?” You looked at him wide-eyed, but your shocked expression turned blank a few seconds later. His attitude has been the same since you were young.

Guess some things never change and while there was an odd comfort in that, eventually change had to happen. Something had to give. You wrapped your hands around your latte cup, finding comfort in its warmth.

“I-it’s nice to…see you again?” you said, shifting your gaze to the table. He scowled, “That’s all you have to say!?” he snapped, and you glanced at him with knitted eyebrows. “But you’re…” you paused, and he leaned forward.

“I’m what, eh!?” he shouted, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “You’re the one that wanted to talk to me,” the words made your tongue feel like lead. You watched as his eyes widened and he leaned back. “Pff,” he clenched his jaw and turned his head, gazing at the wall instead of you.

“Yeah, so what if I said that?” he replied, ignoring his abnormal heart rate. Damn it, he was never good at expressing his emotions, especially to you. He didn’t like you in middle school but since seeing you at the provisional licensing exam, he couldn’t get you out of his head.

At first, he tried to ignore it but that was a useless effort. He needed to face this and figure out what he felt toward you. He also thought about the past you shared together. There had to be a small part of you that still had feelings for him, right?

You sighed and propped your elbow on the table. That nervous feeling slowly depleted. “You didn’t pass the provisional licensing exam, huh?” you commented, and Katsuki’s hair stood on end. “Why are you bringing that up?!” he exclaimed, obviously sore to talk about something that hit his ego.

“No reason!” you said, holding your hands up. “Just…” you latched onto your bottom lip and leaned over the table. “You know what happened to Camie. Do you think anything else suspicious was going on?” you asked. “What are you talking about?” he demanded with a snarl, and you glanced away.

“Camie was attacked and then...” you pressed a hand to your chest. Despite not wanting anyone else to know, something kept nagging you to tell Katsuki. “Well, when I tried to find her…I was attacked too,” his eyes widened and he pressed his hands against the table, leaning over it which made you lean back in return.

“What do you mean you were attacked!?” He was uncertain if he was angry at you or himself for not being there to protect you. “Keep your voice down!” you hissed, annoyed by his behavior. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

“We got separated during the exam and after I passed, I tried looking for her. I thought I saw her with Midoriya, but when I approached well…” You frowned and Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Spit it out already!” he demanded, hitting the table with his fist.

You couldn’t help but think back to the conversations, or lack of, you had with him years ago. Back then you wouldn’t have thought you’d discuss something like this with him. Ironically, you always pictured yourself being with him and becoming successful heroes together.

“They looked like her, but the way they smiled sent a shiver down my spine, and when they-” you wrapped your arms around yourself, tracing the scar on your upper arm with your thumb. Katsuki narrowed his eyes, concerned and impatient to hear the end of your story.

“They attacked me, it was nothing major but…I had a bit of trouble after that. They impersonated my best friend, and now every time I look at her, I think of them.” You frowned and sighed, pressing your hand against your forehead.

“I know that’s terrible, and I know Camie would never hurt me, but it’s still scary to think that someone you care about attacked you,” a chuckle left your mouth, and you leaned back up, allowing your hand to fall by your side.

“Heh, sorry,” you said, scratching your head. “I, uh, d-don’t really know why I told you that but-” Katsuki growled. “What the hell are you apologizing for?” he questioned. “Uh, w-well I…” You became quiet, unsure how to answer his question.

The fact that he glared at you didn’t help. “You need to get stronger if you don’t want something like that to happen again,” he said, pointing his finger at you. “E-excuse me?” you replied without thinking. You pressed your hands against the table and stood up.

“I trained very hard to get to where I am. I trained hard to impress you but you…you weren’t interested in me that way. Then you asked me to come here only to tell me that if I was stronger, I wouldn’t have gotten attacked by someone that looked like my best friend!?” You exclaimed, gaining some attention from the other patrons in the cafe.

“That’s not how I meant that, damn it!” Katsuki shouted in his defense. “And I’m sure ‘that’s not how you meant it’ back in middle school either or at the licensing exam,” you hissed before walking away only to stumble back when he grabbed your arm.

You immediately jerked away, trying to get out of his grip. “Let. Me. Go.” You growled, glaring at him. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out. Damn it, why are you so hard to talk to? His hand tightened around your arm, making you wince in response.

“Fine!” he said, releasing you. “Go ahead! I’m still gonna be the best damn hero and you’re not going to be a part of my life!” He knew as soon as he said those words, he would regret it. His heart sank when he saw sadness fill your eyes.

“Fine,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper before you turned and walked out the door. Tears rolled down your cheeks by the time you reached the sidewalk. You decided to hide in the alleyway next to the cafe so as to not draw attention to yourself and wiped your eyes.

“I should have known he wouldn’t change…” you said in a broken whisper before pulling out your phone to call Camie. She impatiently tapped her fingers against the table across the street from the cafe. “Camie!” A familiar voice echoed through the air.

“O.M.G. Finally!” she said, motioning Inasa over. He smiled and plopped into the seat opposite her. “So what are we doing again!?” he exclaimed in his usual over-excited manner. “Duh, we’re spying on Y/n!” she said, crossing her arms.

“I so don’t trust Bakugou around them,” she turned her head, narrowing her eyes at the cafe. “Hm?” Inasa tilted his head and rested his elbow on the table, cradling his cheek in his hand. “You don’t trust him?! I didn’t trust Todoroki at first. He's still a rival but I know he’s strong and has a change in his eyes now!”

She leaned across the table. “I create illusions hun, but I can see through them. Y/n tried like super hard to get Bakugou's attention, but he was super mean to them! I’m not sure if that guy has a heart, but they are so not meant to be,” she said, making an “X” shape with her fingers.

“After what he’s done to Y/n, do you trust him to make them happy?” she asked, and Inasa’s smile faded. “Well…no!” he said, and Camie tilted her head. “Then why did you convince them to meet with him? Isn't that like the opposite of what you're supposed to do when you don't trust someone?” His smile returned.

“Maybe! But if Y/n has feelings for him, I want them to be happy!” he shouted, throwing his arms in the air. “Mm…” Camie tapped her cheek. “I don’t think Bakugou can do that. I'm not sure if he's even capable of smiling, his face would so crack if he did,” she commented, expecting a serious reaction.

Instead, Inasa laughed, and his hand slapped the table a few times. “Of course, he can! I know I've liked Y/n since I first saw them. That’s why I'm happy I enrolled at Shiketsu and I know anyone would do whatever they can to make them happy!” His laughter faded and he glanced away.

“Even if that means they're happy with someone else,” Camie glanced back and forth, processing the information she had just been told. “Wait!” she said, standing up. “You like like, Y/n!?” she exclaimed, happily folding her hands together.

Inasa grinned, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah!” he declared, and she squealed before a soft vibrating sound filled the air. “Hm?” She took her phone from her back pocket and looked at the screen, gasping. “It’s Y/n!” she said, immediately sliding to answer.

“Hello!?” she heard gentle sobs before your broken voice came. Her eyes widened and her body stiffened as she clenched the phone against her ear. “What?! I totally knew this would happen! Where are you?” Inasa leaned over the table, his heart racing with anxiety.

“Uh, huh? We’ll be there, yeah Inasa and I are…uh, nevermind. Like stay put!” she urged before hanging up, lowering her phone, and looking at Inasa with a frown. “Let’s go!” she said, motioning him to follow her across the street.

“Right!” he shouted in response, jumping out of his chair which hit the ground with a loud thud. Normally he would pick it back up, but there was no time. You were in danger! Well…maybe not danger. But you needed help, and he wouldn't waste time.

“What happened?!” he urged, following Camie. “Duh, Bakugou was mean again, he should really try shutting up!” she replied, urgently looking around the perimeter of the cafe and ignoring the passersby on the sidewalk while guilt washed over Inasa.

He thought talking to Katsuki would make you happy, but maybe you didn’t like him so much after all. “Y/n said they were waiting outside the cafe but…” she paused and glanced around again. Inasa followed her motions, looking left and right for you.

“I don’t see them! Did Bakugou do something to them!?” she questioned with an angry pout. Inasa frowned and walked down the sidewalk, catching the sound of soft crying. “Hm?” his eyebrows rose, and he followed the source to the alleyway where you were slumped against the wall.

“Y/n!” he cried, rushing to your side, and wrapping his arms around you. The sudden embrace made you gasp, but as soon as you realized it was Inasa, you sobbed and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Camie!” he screamed, hearing her frantic footsteps.

“What?!” she screamed back, rounding the alleyway corner. Relief and concern enveloped her features when she saw you safe and sound in Inasa’s arms. Much like him, she rushed to your side and embraced you. Sandwich hugs were the best, and surely, would make you feel better.

You turned, looking at her despite tears obscuring your vision. “What happened? Did he like hurt you?” she asked, reaching over to push your bangs out of your face and feeling her heart sink at the sight of your tears. You shook your head, curling your fingers into Inasa's shirt.

“Mm…” she looked at Inasa who mirrored her frown. “Why don’t we get you back home!?” he suggested, reaching up to cup the side of your face. The palm of his hand felt warm against your wet cheek as did his thumb which collected your tears.

“Then we’ll cheer you up! Promise!” he said with a bright smile. You sobbed when you saw it but nodded in response. “Yeah, we’ll make you forget about that meanie!” Camie added, gently stroking your hair. “Uh, does anyone know what’s up with Bakugou?” Eijirou questioned, leaning over the couch.

Kaminari placed his hands behind his head, leaning back against the couch cushions. “Beats me, he kicked open the front door and rushed to his room,” he responded looking at Eijirou who turned to look down the hallway.

“Maybe we should talk to him,” he knew Katsuki liked his space, but this was different. He wanted to know where the angry blond had been and what had happened to make him stay in his room for hours like this. “That won’t be necessary, yo!” a familiar voice shouted.

Eijirou jumped and turned around. “Mr. Yamada?!” he exclaimed, and the older man smiled. “Don’t you cats worry about a thing. I’ll chit-chat with him,” he said as he walked away. “Someone has to…” he muttered under his breath. Kaminari and Eijirou exchanged glances, both confused.

‘Damn it!’ he clenched his jaw, hating the tears that continued to roll down his cheeks only to be absorbed into his pillow which he was currently burying his face in. ‘That's not how I meant it…dumbass took it the wrong way!’ As his fist contacted the mattress, he trembled violently.

He hated this damned feeling. It made his chest ache and feel heavy. What the hell was this feeling anyway? Did he actually feel hurt by your reaction? He pulled his head up, sniffling before growling and violently rubbing his eyes to stop his tears.

‘Why the hell am I even crying?!’ He hated crying, it was a weakness. His head jerked to look at the door when a series of knocks sounded. “Go away!” he snapped, hating that his voice sounded broken before he buried his face in his pillow again.

Hizashi frowned upon hearing Katsuki’s response and leaned back, taking a deep breath. Yeah, everyone was entitled to privacy, but as a teacher, he was used to breaking the rules when his students clearly needed help. Invading Katsuki’s privacy, in this case, was necessary.

He grabbed the doorknob, walked through, and watched the angry blond sit up on his bed. “Listen you spikey-haired idiot I-” he paused when he saw Hizashi. Silence lingered through the air for a few seconds before he snapped, “What the hell are you doing here!?”

He huffed and placed one hand on his hip, pointing at Katsuki with his other. “I thought something was up at the redmedical training course!” he announced. Katsuki’s eyes widened but as usual, he tried to put up a front and looked away.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stated, crossing his arms before falling back onto his bed and turning his back on the older male. Hizashi narrowed his eyes. “Something happened, didn’t it?” Katsuki remained silent, refusing to answer but the silence spoke for itself.

“Be honest,” he said in a deep and serious tone as he sat down on the bed. Katsuki turned his head, glaring at him. Hizashi noticed how red and irritated those eyes and cheeks were. He shifted his glance to the pillow, noticing the darkened spots on it which indicated the boy had cried.

This wasn’t normal behavior for any student. Frankly, as hot-headed as Katsuki was, he was still a kid and still susceptible to getting hurt. “Does this have anything to do with Y/n?” Those eyes that once glared at him widened again.

“I thought something funky was going on. How close are you to those Shiketsu kitty cats anyhow?” Not that heroes didn’t form connections. In fact, hero students should make connections with one another, regardless of what hero school they attended.

This is because you never know when you'll need to pair up with another hero out on the field. But the conversation he overheard concerned him. Katsuki had never begged to speak to anyone before and was not interested in friendships. He preferred to do things alone.

Some heroes, like All Might, could handle things on their own. However, even the former number one needed a helping hand when the situation called for it. Katsuki stared at the older male with moist eyes that threatened to spill over. He slowly turned and sat up, placing his hands on his knees.

He refused to look at Hizashi and swallowed the lump in his throat before uttering the words, “I…I like them, damn it…” He hated this. He hated knowing he had a weak spot for you. Hizashi knit his eyebrows. “Huh?” he replied scratching his temple.

You swallowed what remained of your tea, being careful not to let Inasa’s jacket slip off your shoulders. Camie smiled and leaned against you. “Feel better?” she asked, and you nodded before glancing away. You actually felt exhausted, and your chest still ached, but you didn't want to worry her.

“So! What happened between you and Bakugou?” Inasa asked, walking into the room holding a tray with a tea kettle and some snacks. He grinned as he placed it on the table and sat next to you, crossing his legs, and looking at you attentively.

You snickered. The way he acted reminded you of a small kid, but it was endearing. You took a deep breath, and that fresh pain coursed through your chest. It acted as a knife and reopened the wound of your broken heart.

You looked between Inasa and Camie, reminding yourself that they were your closest friends, and you could tell them anything. “I…mentioned what happened at the provisional licensing exam,” you said, tightening your grip around the now-empty cup of tea.

“Huh?” Camie tilted her head. “Wait, do you mean like what happened to me?” You frowned and looked at her before nodding in reply. “I…I also told him how…how I got attacked and he said…” you sighed, feeling a small flame of anger ignite.

“He said if I were stronger that wouldn’t have happened, but I trained so hard over the summer to impress him and now I feel…stupid and-” You clenched your jaw, and your hands trembled, threatening to drop the cup you held.

Camie and Inasa looked at each other before she touched your shoulders, and he grasped your shaky hands in his own. “You’re totes strong enough! And your hot bot was worth all the training!” she said and Inasa nodded.

“That’s right!” he confirmed, gently taking the cup away and placing it on the table before grabbing your hands again. “No matter how strong a hero is, they have their struggles. But if we work in harmony, victory is certain!” You frowned, noticing that same unknown glint was in his eyes.

“I worked with Todoroki during the provisional licensing exam. I still don’t like him, but he is a worthy ally!” he said, smiling a bit, but you glanced down. Silence filled the air and you sighed. “What if he’s right though?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

“What if I’m not strong enough, what if something else happens to someone I care about and I c-can’t save them?” you squeaked out, feeling your eyes water over. Again, silence filled the air and Inasa tried to suppress his anger.

To know Katsuki’s words hurt you enough to make you doubt your abilities as a hero was unacceptable. However, he didn’t want to act on his anger. Instead, he wanted to make you smile again and take the hurt away, convince you that you were the strongest hero out there.

He turned to Camie, “I want to be alone with Y/n please!” he announced, and you lifted your head, wiping your eyes before looking at him. She blinked, surprised by the request but smiled and nodded. “Okay!” she replied, giving two thumbs up before walking away but stopped short.

“Oh wait!” she said, turning around to grab Inasa’s shoulder. She leaned down, holding her opposite hand against his ear, and whispered, “Your totes a better match for them!” He smiled, happy to know she supported a possible relationship between you and him.

Inasa turned to you after Camie closed the door. “W-why did you ask to be alone with me?” He smiled and let go of your hands before moving closer to you. Unintentionally, you flushed, and his smile grew. He enjoyed seeing your shy side as it contrasted with the strong heroic side he saw at school.

“I…I’m sorry,” you said, not wanting the awkward silence to take over. “If...I upset either of you, I didn't mean to, and-” You paused and wrapped your arms around yourself, once again making sure not to let his jacket fall off your shoulders.

Your thumb grazed the scar on your upper arm. Inasa reached into the jacket and grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your opposite arm to get a better look at it. You weren’t ashamed of your scars, but his intense stare made you feel subconscious.

Then he traced his thumb along the length of your scar. “Uh, heh...” You nervously laughed out loud, feeling goosebumps at the spot where he touched your skin. “Is something wrong?” When he leaned down and kissed it, your breath caught in your throat.

Your eyes widened, and you noticed a look of loving concern when he lifted his head back up. You never imagined Inasa making a move on you. While he took charge during training exercises because of his strong quirk abilities, his romance handling was completely unknown.

You cried out when his hand tangled itself in the back of your hair, but any further noises were muffled when his lips were pressed against yours. He knew what he was doing was irrational and normally he wouldn’t do this kind of thing with a friend, but that’s just it.

He didn’t want to be your friend. If Katsuki had broken your heart, he wanted to fix it and pour every ounce of love he had into you. Your hands curled into his shirt, and your eyes fluttered. This kiss…it felt warm and needed, but images of Katsuki flashed in your mind causing you to whimper.

“Hm?” He pulled away, panting softly. “Did I hurt you!?” he cried out, grasping your shoulders in panic. Your hand was placed over your mouth. Your eyes were wide with shock but not disgust. Your gaze lingered on him for a few seconds before you shook your head and lowered your hand.

“I…I think I need to lay down,” you said, pushing his hands off your shoulders before standing. Inasa frowned and placed his hands firmly against his sides before bowing. As usual, when he bowed, he went overboard. You flinched when his head hit the table, but he didn’t shout or make any indication he was in pain.

“I apologize if I made anything awkward! I just like you and want to be more than friends!” he announced, never ashamed to express how he felt. Your hand grasped your chest where your heart beat rapidly and yet still felt broken and heavy.

You frowned and glanced away. There were no words. How can he say that he liked you when he knew your past with Katsuki? How could he kiss you after what happened today? “I understand if you need time to think this over!” he said, standing up with a large grin.

“Just know I won’t break your heart if you give me the chance. I’ll make you forget about any heroes that have treated you wrong like Bakugou!” Again, your heart sank at the thought of Katsuki. “T-thanks,” you said before walking toward the door, realizing you were still wearing his jacket.

“Um, d-do you…” you turned. “Do you want your jacket back?” He smiled and shook his head. “You can keep it! I hope it brings you comfort!” he replied. “O-oh, um...” A soft blush dusted your cheeks, his jacket was pretty big on you, but it smelled good. Like musky cedarwood and sea salt air.

“Thanks again?” you said, shrugging before you finally walked out the door. Camie was leaning against the hallway wall and tilted her head when she saw you leaving. “Huh? Hey, what’s up!?” she called after you. “Nothing,” you replied, continuing to walk away.

“I just need to lie down,” she frowned and scratched her head. “Well okay, good night!” she called before Inasa popped his head out the door. “Goodnight!” he called before looking at Camie who was dying to find out what had happened between the two of you.

“So, you got into a heartbreak situation because of a word misunderstanding, yeah!?” Hizashi exclaimed and while Katsuki would normally threaten him to shut the hell up before someone else heard, he glanced down and wiped his eyes before nodding.

“I don’t know what the hell their problem is…” he growled in frustration before the older man laid a hand on his shoulder. “There’s more than one problem in this equation, ya dig?” he said wiggling his finger. “Pff, mm…” Katsuki glanced away.

“First things first, ya gotta settle your differences and apologize,” he said, rapidly poking Katsuki’s forehead. He growled, grabbing Hizashi’s wrist and pulling it away. “Stop that,” he demanded through clenched teeth.

“Why the hell would I apologize? The only thing I did was tell them I didn't feel the same way and to get stronger damn it!” he argued, but Hizashi snickered and crossed his arms in response. “Sounds to me one of those things isn't so true anymore,” Katsuki growled but said nothing.

“As for apologizing, you just need some training!” he said before spreading his arms out with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m all over this! Consider me your new emotion coach! We’ll get you and Y/n back in good standing!” He grinned and placed one hand on his hip before extending his other out to Katsuki.

“Sound like a deal!?” he asked excitedly. Katsuki glanced at that hand with his eyebrows lowered and a scowl across his face. He hated to admit he needed help. Why? Because he didn’t need it! He was going to be the future number-one hero, damn it.

But like that Deku, you had always been a thorn in his side. Maybe a slightly different kind of thorn. He knew he didn’t have any feelings for you in middle school, but when he saw you at the provisional licensing exam things changed.

Of course, being the person he was, he refused to admit it and used anger to hide his feelings. He hated talking about damned feelings, and those dumbass friends of yours, Glamouroki and that other loud-mouthed idiot, proved of no use.

If he really wanted to get your attention or at the very least get back on speaking terms with you, maybe he could accept a different kind of help this time around. “Fine!” he said, grabbing the older man’s hand with a firm shake. “Great!” Hizashi replied.

“We’ll start tomorrow, ya dig?!” he said, making his way to the door. “Now get some rest, a hot head like you is gonna need it!” With that he walked away, hoping the efforts he was about to pour into Katsuki would be worth it.

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binging-asian-dramas · 1 year ago

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Lie After Lie. 9

Story: 10

Acting: 10

Chemistry: 10

Comparable to: Secret (kdrama) ; Flower of Evil (kdrama)

A highly emotional rollercoaster border lining a wee lil bit on being over the top sometimes melodrama. It’s sooooooooooooo good though. I mean for me this is one of those hidden rare underrated gems that need to be hyped up more. I had no idea that it came out in 2020 being swept under the rug during the pandemic. It’s a very bing’ble show. Hell I almost watched the entire series in one setting. The entire cast did a remarkable amazing job, the ‘grandmother’ being played by her part brilliantly of one of the best villains, where you absolutely loathe her and cursing her left and right. Then to her opposite you have one of the best strong female leads I’ve seen in a long time played by Lee Yoo Ri (loved her equally in My Father is Strange) who kicked ass. I don’t know if I could’ve of gone through what she did as a character. She was dealt a bad hand in this one. Overall the drama is more intended for more of a maturer audience for its abusive themes and darker material. It really is well written and highly recommended.

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joelletwo · 11 months ago

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[The Final sugi dying kitten betrayal -> utsuro-gin fight -> sakura boat imagination -> completely tonally consistent with these ginpachi-sensei closer]

now listen. u know i would rather die than post five nearly-uninterrupted minutes of a fight scene. so take that into consideration.

#slight--#flashing #--in the first scene but i tried to cut the worst of it #sopping wet gintoki posting #videos #my computer is screaming at me. can i recall my thoughts.#i think theyre INSANE for that utsuro falling -> takasugi bound on the ground watching shouyou's execution transition.#rereading the manga fight scene. there IS some. how do i want to phrase this. unreliable perspective fuckery. retconning of memories.#nonliterality Mind Tricks. but like. things still happened. this movie here takes it so far that im like. IS GINTOKI EVEN REAL?#is this just the gintoki that lives in takasugi's dying brain and utsuro's dying brain that utsuro got from shouyou's humanity brain fungus #being his shinigami/psychopomp to walk him thru his first ever death. guhhhhhhh. littlest baby on the planet who is afraid of dying.#<- i love utsuro with all my heart. sorry for being mean to him at first turns out he's the char of all time meant for me.#anyways i think the movie is. SO BALLSY to stretch reality so far for their climax fight. and in such a. way.#taking place in complete silence. almost no actual fighting in the 200 Chapters Of Fighting arc fight scene conclusion.#reanimating so many key moments just to canonize the identity blurring triangle between three dead guys (tho gintoki gets kicked out of #the world of the dead on that sakura boat. sad.)#just a really ambitious thing to put in this aesthetically ugly and boringly standard as hell movie. AND TO SERVE WHAT END.#more standard as hell jump Power Of Friendship in the end. just with some extra weird cannibal ouroboros endless mirrors gay ass flavor.#<- gintama has always been abt making and surviving connections im not mad abt that but u know. got so generic lol.#thoooooo rereading the manga scene and understanding the plot more this time i do like the feeling that utsuro wasnt defeated so much as #just ran out his time. being kept busy from causing more problems in his final hours w a pointless fight hed never be able to turn down.#[about to digress 20 more times] anyways what else. theres an utsuro soft expression when he regrows sugi's arm that i like. interesting--#choice. i also cut it but i love gintoki wandering gaze avoiding sugis eyes dying in his arms. and his fighting back tears so badly.#the way the dynamic and emotionally destroying shot transitions dont stop even while sugi's dying. someone on staff was working their ass #off for him and i appreciate that.

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gutsfics · 3 months ago

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Julian is aspec ive decided. he and Percy r queerplatonic

for them it looks like two dudes who are roommates forever and have eachother's backs on everything. total bro besties for life

#once again i was thinking about the julian/autumn/wes love triangle and how heteronormative and boring it is #like the whole basis of the love triangle is “here is female main character and two male main characters. ooooooo who will kiss who”#& it makes it super uninteresting to me #like Yes wes and autumn have a history but to me it works best as them mutually pining but never making a move & them both moving on #maybe a slight wistful “what would have happened?” but that Also goes nowhere. they work best as friends #and autumn and julian? its literally just “hot guy and cute girl have crushes on each other bc Obviously” there is Nothing There.#theres just no romatic chemistry in the whole love triangle #(& im including wes x julian in that. these bitches are Not gay for each other)

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noahtally-famous · 2 years ago

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tda featuring duntrent, gwourtney, a proper characterization for trent and his ocd, exes gwent and duncney (plus initial awkward tension to sincere friendship and solidarity), and a final two duncan and courtney would’ve slayed so hard

#it would’ve been tension all around stg #Duncan’s slight internal homophobia plus him never even considering being bi until he and Trent grow closer #courtney and gwen having fruity vibes from the Start #duncney being the one to take the longest to move away from the awkwardness of their split #hence why them being the final two would’ve been interesting bc all the tension makes a comeback #them being part of the final four >>>#trent being part-hesitant abt his ocd and part-accepting of it #everyone being supportive (and duncan and gwen and courtney making sure no one insults him)#courtney-trent friendship #plus platonic gwuncan #best of all? no love triangle yet there’s still drama and tension #I can imagine duntrent kissing in the heat of the moment due to pent up emotions #and then dancing around the topic (and each other)#while gwourtney just talks it out like civilized humans and kiss and it’s more or less fluffy #like the extreme cases would be hilarious #and gwen and courtney have to put it upon themselves to get these two pining dumbasses together somehow #for the sake of everyone’s sanity #stg they’d be the hit in nearly every aftermath show lmao #kit speaks #total drama #noahtally-famous #kit stuff #tda #total drama action #duntrent #gwourtney #td duncan #td courtney #td gwen #td trent

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wooahaes · 3 months ago

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writing a fic (warning: its gonna be sad at the end tho)

#wooahaes.txt #like its a ghost au it ends with the ghost moving on #also slight love triangle oopsie!! and yes the ghost is part of it lmao!

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fairyofhee · 1 month ago

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the space between.

PAIRING. heeseung x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. It was a mutual agreement between you and the boy with high status and reputation to say that the kiss you both shared was a mistake and meant absolutely nothing. But while trying to win over your crush, you were distracted by that mistaken kiss from the boy who's won over your heart.

WORD COUNT. 16.3k

GENRE. smut, slight love triangle, rich!heeseung, basketball player!heeseung, flower shop worker!reader, angst, hurt, fluff, bickering, some themes inspired by f4 thailand

WARNINGS. 18+ only. MINORS DNI. profanity, kissing, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), protected intimate sex

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I. THE SPACE OF HIM

Everywhere he went, his presence was distracting, almost intoxicating.

It was pretty typical to say that Lee Heeseung had an infamous reputation of being the golden boy. Taking the captain spot of your school’s basketball team, the privilege of freedom to do whatever he wanted, and a lot of money based on the fact that he came from a pretty well-off family.

He had everything you didn’t.

He tended to get everything handed to him, considering how admirable he was to other people. They looked up to him as if he was a god, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if it had to do with how rich he was. Everyone in his way stepped aside and would let him walk through wherever.

And literally everything was handed to him. A true spoiled kid, his mom hired a personal maid so he wouldn’t do a thing himself.

You didn’t live a life Lee Heeseung did. He lived easy in luxury, unlike you, who had to work your ass off. While he was out celebrating the win of the basketball game with his team, you were either studying for your exams or working your shift at the flower shop. You were a hard-worker, a perfectionist who simply wanted to please your strict parents. A life without luxury costed your social life, and it was difficult to make friends as freedom never came your way.

You were grateful to have your cousin Mina, who often helped to break you out of your shell with her popularity as one of the head cheerleaders. After much convincing to your parents, she would invite you to hangouts at her house which were merely cover ups to sneak out and attend parties.

Mina insisted that you both should attend tonight’s party at Park Sunghoon’s house. After working an eight hour shift at the shop, you were tired and didn’t want to attend. You let out a frustrated groan when Mina practically drags you inside the house.

The school’s basketball team won another game that made them advance into the playoffs — a step closer to championships. Of course, the players wanted to celebrate, or throw a rager perhaps.

The only thing that you were looking forward to tonight was seeing your crush who was one of the players on the team. Oddly enough, Park Sunghoon is aware of your crush on him because of Mina’s little slip up. It took a few weeks to forgive her but now that he is aware, Sunghoon began to initiate conversations with you and became your friend.

Based on the small interactions, it seemed like he didn’t find your feelings for him weird. It was also hard to tell if he felt the same way.

"I'm going to find Chae," Mina raised her voice over the loud music, "Go have fun."

You slightly rolled your eyes watching Mina disappear. "How fun," you mumbled after taking in your surroundings. There were a lot of people making out, drunk people running into you, and it smelt like piss. You’re starting to regret coming here.

Exploring the house, you try to find the kitchen to get a drink and hope to run into Sunghoon, but you were suddenly pushed and ended up on the floor.

“What the hell?” You exclaimed, looking up to the person who pushed you. It was a girl, someone you recognized because they were on the cheerleading team with Mina.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going bitch,” she laughed while leaving you on the floor, not bothering to help you up. You quickly brought yourself to your feet and grab the cup from the girl’s hand, throwing the alcohol towards her. But unfortunately it lands on someone else.

You cover your mouth with a hand, glaring at no other than Lee Heeseung who was looking down at his soaked shirt and already feeling a stickiness on his skin.

“Shit,” you mumbled, glaring at the boy who turned his attention to you. Surprisingly, he didn’t look pissed off — unlike the girl you wanted to cuss out who tried to drag him away. Heeseung still had his eyes on you but not one word came out of his mouth.

The crowd was beginning to build up as you scan the room, making you incredibly anxious.

“Are you okay?” announced a familiar voice who then stood in front of you blocking your view from Heeseung. It was Sunghoon, thank god, you thought. And before you knew it, he was pulling you away from the crowd of people and leading the way to the kitchen.

You finally got what you wanted tonight, a chance to talk to Sunghoon. But rather than excitement, you feel like shit. You were embarrassed about throwing alcohol into Lee Heeseung’s face. Out of all people, why’d it have to be him?

"Did you see everything?" You groaned out while washing your hands then whispering a 'thank you' when Sunghoon handed you a paper towel.

Sunghoon shook his head, "I heard there was a fight- or something going on, but then I saw the crowd with you in the middle and wanted to make sure that you were okay."

That giddy feeling was back again. “Thank you for checking up on me," you gave a smile. "Someone ran into me which made the alcohol spill.”

Sunghoon laughed, "Is that all what happened?”

“Heeseung's shirt was practically soaked." He didn't believe your half-assed story.

"No," you shook your head, holding in a grin.

"Everything's fine, Heeseung will get over it," Sunghoon declared after remembering how defeated you looked when he first found you.

Park Sunghoon was always the one to make you feel better. Even with the smallest acts from him, it was impossible not to like him.

You recall when your coding class test results were out and you failed, it was clearly evident in your face. Sunghoon noticed and approached you before giving you words of encouragement. “This is only the second test, Y/N, you’ll do better next time,” you remember him saying.

"So, congratulations on the game tonight." You changed the topic of conversation, hoping that he'll keep you company the entire night.

"Thanks," he grinned. "I haven't seen you at the games yet, you should watch us play." You sighed, "I've been so busy with work, but l'll the catch the next one. Playoffs right?"

Although it was exhausting, you were already thinking of another lie in your head to tell to your parents so that you can attend the playoff game.

Sunghoon nodded his head before reaching for the cooler in front of him, grabbing two drinks, handing a soda to you. "I'll try not to show off."

He carefully watches your reaction as you roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his remark. You wanted to ask more about Sunghoon's position on the team, just to get the conversation flowing but he took your chance to speak.

"Someone's looking for me so I have to go. You should look for Mina," He says after finishing his beer. “Don’t run into anymore trouble," was all Sunghoon said before he left.

Your cheeks heat up watching Sunghoon leave.

The conversation was short, but it made your entire night. You don't feel so terrible anymore about the incident earlier.

You get out of the kitchen and search the entire house for Mina. She was in the living room dancing with a drink in her hand, having the time of her life. She was your ride home so you'd hope that she was sober enough to drive when it's the time to leave. You decided to wait for her outside, but before you could leave, you noticed Sunghoon standing in the corner near the DJ.

He wasn't alone. Your heart palpitates, watching as Sunghoon leans to whisper into a blonde girl's ear with a red solo cup in his hand. The girl reciprocated his action, whispering into his ear.

"If you stare too long, he's gonna notice," Mina murmurs when she catches you staring at the boy from across the room who was now dancing with the girl, bodies close and on each other.

"Is that his girlfriend?" You ask, hurt evident in your voice. Mina nudges your arm, bringing your full attention to her. "Do you want to go home?"

You thought about it for a while, "No, I'll just wait for you. I don't want to ruin your fun."

“Are you sure? We can go.”

After convincing Mina to stay, you sat on the stairs in front of house. You didn't want to make assumptions but the way that they were close and when Sunghoon was in a rush to leave makes you believe that they have something going on.

As you sit alone in your thoughts, you realize that it's getting late. You've only been at this party for an hour and so much shit has already happened. You had a feeling that Mina was already drunk so she was unable to take you home.

With this given circumstance and your parents expecting you to be home, you had to take an uber. As if your night couldn't get any worse, a couple started making out next you while you were trying to get wifi on your phone.

You walk upstairs and knock on a bedroom's door, hoping that inside was empty. Walking in the room when no one answered, your eyes widen unconsciously, looking at the one person that you didn't want to run into. Heeseung was sitting on the couch alone with a different shirt on, and the one that was soaked by you was laid out on the bed.

"Are you here to apologize for getting me wet earlier?" he broke the silence, not one hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Please don't say it like that," you scoff and cringe at the ambiguity. "And no, but if you want an apology you'd have to ask."

Heeseung paused at your response then tilted his head quizzically, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend?" He teased, trying to get a reaction out of you.

"He's not my boyfriend," you walked closer, taken aback. "He's with someone else tonight."

"So you wanted to find some company?"

"I'm trying to find signal since there isn't any in this house," you peered intently at him. "Mina is drunk and I have no ride home, I'm trying to get an uber," you say while taking a seat next to him.

You weren't sure why you stayed but Heeseung was probably right, you wanted some company.

As you try to order an uber you feel his stare, "Why are you here alone?" You ask.

"Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" You think back about the girl who pushed you, who laughed about it then attempted to drag Heeseung away.

He let out a low laugh, "She's not my girlfriend.”

You turn your gaze to him, "Why not?" Your arms were crossed to taunt him, "Because Mr. Perfect doesn't do girlfriends?"

There was a long stretch of silence after your comment, Heeseung avoiding your eyes until he gains the courage to meet your gaze again. "If anything, you're Ms. Perfect.” He retorts.

"How?” Confusion crossed your face.

“Hmm,” Heeseung placed his hand on his chin as if he was thinking. “Perfect grades, working everyday to help your parents, and refusing to go out because you don't want lie to them."

Your brow furrowed, "How do you know all this?"

"Your cousin talks too much."

Of course Mina would tell him. Maybe it's best to not tell her anything from now on, you thought.

"My parents have given me a lot and I don't want to disappoint them," you explain the perfectionist side of you. "At the same time, they're always pushing me and sometimes I can't handle it."

"I get it," Heeseung stared at you, eyes filled with mutual understanding. You shake your head, not having a clear comprehension of his response.

"My mom pushes me to be this perfect business partner,” he starts. "I'm expected to attend these business meetings every week and listen like I understand what's going on just because I'm the son and future owner of the number one real estate company in the city."

"And honestly, I don't know shit. But I want to make my mom happy so I try my best to understand," Heeseung finishes and watches as you listen attentively without saying a word. "Sorry," he lets out low laugh while scratching his head, “You probably don't care-"

"No," you interject, "I-I didn't know that."

"You must have a lot of pressure. Especially balancing that with school and basketball. I'm sorry you have to go through this," you voice out your sympathy. You and Heeseung were more similar than you'd thought, and it was as if you were on different sides of the same coin. You felt sorry for how he has to run a huge business at a young age, but you can also relate with having to please your parents and expecting to be perfect.

"I'm also sorry for throwing alcohol in your face," you rush out, deciding to lighten the mood. He laughs, "It's fine, I should've seen it coming.”

Your phone then buzzes, it was a text from Mina.

mina: just saw park leave with a girl. i didn't see who it was but i’m sorry babe :(

Your expression flipped like a switch.

“What’s wrong?” Heeseung asked with an obvious look of concern on his face.

You shake your head and try to plaster on a fake smile, ignoring the heavy feeling in your chest, “It’s nothing, everything’s cool.”

He notices your pout and disappointed expression, “Nothing? You seem upset.”

A low sigh leaves your mouth as you place your phone on your lap. “It’s really stupid but Sunghoon left with a girl,” you shrugged while trying to forget the image of your crush leaving with someone else.

“He probably took her home.”

You try to meet Heeseung’s eyes, waiting for his reaction because you expected him to laugh in your face and make a stupid remark. Instead, he’s looking down and returning your same pout, possibly collecting his thoughts and words.

It was then too silent for a few seconds, except for the sounds coming from downstairs. You left Heeseung speechless but what was he supposed to say? He wasn’t even considered your friend.

You were maybe too open about your crush and Heeseung was probably tired of hearing it. You took his silence as a hint and decide to go back downstairs to wait for your uber. You stood from your seat and Heeseung finally looks up.

“How about we forget about him tonight?”

You return his stare, taking your seat back on the couch. “What do you mean?”

Your straight brows furrowed when he wasn’t answering. You almost flinch as Heeseung straightens his posture and moves closer to your face, training his eyes to yours then to your lips.

He’s leaning in and every second that he gets closer, you feel your heart stop. You were supposed to focus on your crush on Sunghoon. Kissing someone else wasn’t on your table.

“Heeseung, we can’t.” You shyly responded and guiltily avoid his stare, choosing to turn your attention to your hands.

“But you want to,” Heeseung softens, gently holding your hand to stop you from leaving. You look into his rounded eyes, filled with desire.

“All you have to say is ‘stop’ then I’ll stop.”

You subtly take a deep breath and study his face. Being this close was new and you can tell Heeseung wants this, he wants to kiss you so bad. You were uncertain if you wanted this too, but his look of desperation was almost too gut churning that you didn’t want to pull away and leave.

You cupped his cheek and made the move to meet your lips on his. First it was soft and languid, his lips tasting like cheap vodka. His fingertips were holding your chin as he sweetly returns your kiss. He was gentle like he wanted to take his time, but you were eager. Maybe it was the adrenaline from reading Mina’s text because you ended up on his lap with his hands on your waist.

You look into his eyes for any signs of discomfort, but his sure grip makes you continue. You reached for his nape to pull him in a deeper kiss, feeling the corners of his mouth raise into a grin. Your eyes roll knowing that he was thinking about your eagerness and how desperate you seemed. He was just smart enough to not comment about it.

A sound comes out of your mouth when Heeseung kisses you harshly before biting and licking on your lower lip, asking for entrance. His grip becomes more firm when you accept. The feeling of him on your mouth causes you to roll your hips, and Heeseung lets out a forced laugh.

You feel his hand slipping under the hem of your shirt and you almost freak out, not knowing what this is leading to. Before you both were able to do anything further, your phone next to you buzzes.

You broke the kiss, catching your breath to reach for your phone to check the notification.

“Ignore it,” Heeseung slurs out before trying to bring his lips on yours once more while adjusting his seated position with you still on his lap.

But you gently push on his shoulder, checking the notification on your phone. “My uber‘s here.”

It was all quick movements when you completely pull away your body and escape his grasp before standing and making yourself look decent. There was a slight delay in your thoughts, not surely processing that you kissed Heeseung.

Your flustered cheeks and beating heart causes you to hesitate, but you managed to move your feet and try to leave until Heeseung’s hand quickly wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait,” Heeseung lets out after a moment of catching his breath, his grip still holding onto you. You turn around to face him as he speaks.

“Let me take you home,” he pleads.

Afraid to look him in eye, you watched as his throat bobbled before moving your eyes to his contact on your warm skin. You’re shaking your head, refusing his offer and at that, he lets go.

“My uber’s already here and you‘ve been drinking, I can taste it,” you retaliate while licking your bottom lip, the taste of him lasting on your lips.

“What about your parents?”

You finally meet Heeseung’s gaze through half-lidded eyes, not noticing a hint of disappointment on his face. “I’ll be fine. Bye Heeseung.”

You left the party and lie in your bed, surprised that you’re not mentally cursing yourself out for initiating the kiss. It was difficult not to replay how his lips were perfectly in-sync with yours and the way he held your body.

You were in disbelief, not expecting yourself to makeout with anyone tonight — someone who wasn’t Sunghoon but let alone, Lee Heeseung.

With everything that happened tonight from Sunghoon leaving with someone else, to Heeseung practically comforting you with his surprisingly good kissing skills, it was unsure to you if what happened was a mistake.

Another notification sound from your phone interrupted your thoughts and you decided to turn off the ringer before checking the message.

Your eyes began to widen while reading Mina’s text.

What the hell? It was another moment of shock, the message confirmed that the girl Sunghoon took home tonight was his sister.

—

It was playoffs day, a few days after your kiss with Heeseung and the confirmation of Sunghoon not having a girlfriend. After finding out that Sunghoon was not dating anyone, that kiss with Heeseung long forgotten to you. It was a stupid mistake due to a rush of hurt feelings.

You were looking forward to the game tonight in which Sunghoon technically invited you to. It was also the first game of the season that you were actually attending, so tonight was going to be fun. With Mina’s help, as usual, you managed to convince your parents that you were going to study at her place.

Now you’re at your school’s gym, lining up to buy a ticket for the big playoff game. Since Mina was cheerleading tonight, you both arrived super early. Taking a seat in the student section, the junior varsity team’s game was starting which meant that the varsity team’s was after. Across from your peripheral vision, you see Sunghoon sitting near the bench. He gave a small wave which made the corners of your mouth upturn into a smile.

You feel your smile drop when you notice Heeseung taking a seat next to him. Sunghoon whispering something in his ear, Heeseung shot his head up and met your gaze. He barely moved a muscle in his face, not expecting you to be here.

You turn your attention to the game and fought the urge to not look in the direction of the two boys. However throughout the game, you didn’t miss the all times Heeseung moved his eyes towards you.

The junior varsity game was over and thankfully, they won. There was a small fifteen minute break until the next game started and the varsity team was getting ready to warm up. Walking back to your seat after taking a trip to the bathroom, you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, can we talk?”

Your brows raised when the boy in front of you was not on the court where he was supposed to be, “Shouldn’t you be warming up?”

“We kissed the other night,” he spat out.

You’d hope the conversation that you were avoiding wasn’t happening so soon, especially now before he’s about to play. “We were drunk-“

“I wasn’t drunk- I was tipsy but you certainly weren’t,” he interjects, trying to meet you eye-to-eye but his height causes him to easily hover over you. “I remember everything.”

“Then try to forget about it,” You dismiss his words, “If you’re afraid of me telling anyone then don’t be. I don’t kiss and tell.”

Heeseung finds your remark funny as it was evident in his laugh. “I don’t care if you tell anyone,” he says, looking back to check how much time was left before the game started.

T-8 minutes until the game starts.

You sighed, “Heeseung, what do you want?”

“Why’d you kiss me?”

You feel a lump in your throat, recalling the moment when you initiated the kiss. “Why’d you kiss me back?” You asked, also recalling the moment when he was the one practically begging you to kiss him.

“Wait- you’re the one who actually started it.”

“I asked first.”

You let out a groan, “I was upset about Sunghoon and wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry that I kissed you, promise me that you’ll forget because it was a mistake and meant nothing.”

He was silent, his expression unreadable but you didn’t care to try to figure it out.

“Promise me,” You looked up at him with your pleading doe-eyes — now you were the one practically begging on your knees for a mutual agreement to forget the kiss ever happened.

“I promise.”

“Thank you,” You let out a big sigh of relief before noticing the clock had 5 minutes left.

“The game is about to start, captain.”

Heeseung left without saying another word and you head back to your seat. The game was about to start and you take out your phone to take a picture of Mina as she was cheering on the baseline in her cute uniform.

You watch Sunghoon play, or at least attempt to, since your eyes unconsciously land on Heeseung throughout the entire game. You noticed that something was off. He looked distressed and he wasn’t making any of his shots. It was probably his mother and the business on his mind, you thought. Heeseung’s look of frustration continued until the buzzer of the final second went off.

At the end, your school team won the playoff game and you can’t help but feel worried that something happened to Heeseung.

Once the team headed to their locker room, you and Mina walk back to her car to go home.

“Y/N, Mina,” a voice caught both of your attentions, and it was Sunghoon who was out of breath with sweat glistening on his forehead. He was in casual attire now, his uniform assumingly in his bag that was over his shoulder.

“You did so well tonight! How many points did you score?”

“I think it was 12- I don’t know, I wasn’t counting,” He laughs as a huge smile appears on your face. “Thank you for coming to watch. We’re going to the pizza place down the street.”

You turn to Mina, trying to hide the confusion on your face. “The team usually goes out to eat after the game to celebrate the win,” she tells. “I’m too tired to go, but I can drop you off there?”

“I can bring Y/N there,” Sunghoon murmurs to Mina before turning to you,” If you’re okay with that of course.”

“No- yeah, that sounds great.”

Fighting the urge to scream in excitement was difficult. Park Sunghoon wants to hang out with you? And he’s offering to drive you?

The drive was literally down the street, but the gesture was sweet and your heart felt warm. You weren't sure how you were going to go home but that was problem for later.

“Thank you for letting me hang out,” you say before entering the pizza place with Sunghoon behind you.

Sunghoon then catches up and leads the way, “You came to support the team, of course you’re welcome to hang. I’m glad you came to watch.”

You hold on a big grin, “I’ll make sure to watch more of your games,” your voice was surely going to crack soon.

“I’d like that,” he says before excusing himself to go to the bathroom.

You found Heeseung who was in line to fill his drink and approach him, “Hey, what happened out there captain?” You spoke to him softly after noticing the look of frustration still on his face.

But his expression quickly changed when realizing that it was you talking to him. “I think that was the worst I played all season,” he laughed.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No everything’s cool,” he shook his head, “I-I was just off today.”

“I think that you played well and helped the team advance to the championships.”

“Thanks,” He grins. “Where’s Mina?”

“She’s at home. She was too tired to come so Sunghoon gave me a ride,” you say while trying to hide the wide smile that slowly crept on your face.

Heeseung raised a brow, “He did?”

You nod. “I also forgot to tell you,” your eyes lit up, “The girl Sunghoon brought home was actually his sister. She was super drunk so they went home.”

Heeseung studied the light in your eyes, “You feel relieved?”

You nod.

“And you still like him?”

“Yes,” you nod again, hearing a breathy laugh coming out of Heeseung’s mouth.

“That’s- great,” he smiled, “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

Heeseung quickly left the conversation and you by returning to an empty table. You watch as a girl who was still in her cheerleading uniform shows up and sits next to Heeseung. They’re in the booth laughing and you immediately recognize her.

The one who humiliated you, who called you a bitch. You feel a hint of bitterness and don’t have an exact idea as to why you felt this way.

“Who's that girl?” You turn to Sunghoon, “I remember you saved me from her at the party.”

“That’s Ji-ho,” Sunghoon says. “Her and Heeseung have always just been… friends, but I guess they’re finally dating now.”

His girlfriend? Dating? You think back to your kiss and knew how messy things were going to be if she’d ever find out.

—

A week goes by since the playoff game and the night when Sunghoon gave you a ride home, and still, no progress with Sunghoon. It’s as if everything went back to normal. Heeseung and his girlfriend seemed happy (not that you cared) and that kiss was never mentioned again.

The scent of fresh blooms enveloped you as were surrounded by vibrant petals. Working with flowers wasn’t just a job to you, it was a canvas for your creativity. You especially loved working with customers and hearing their stories, knowing that you were part of their special occasions.

It was an everyday routine to organize the cherry blossoms, and overtime, they became your favorite flowers and you hoped to visit a cherry blossom garden someday.

“Hello! This is ‘Our Happy Florists’ located in Seoul,” your voice rang through the phone. “How can I help you?”

“Hey, am I speaking to Park Sunghoon’s girlfriend?”

You jumped out of your seat, “I’m sorry, who is this?”

“The one you kissed at the party, does it ring a bell?” The voice laughs in amusement.

“Heeseung?” You raised your voice then lowered it, “I told you not to mention it again. I will end this call right now.”

“Wait- don’t hang up. Sorry, I won’t mention it again,” his laugh remains.

“Um,” you cleared your throat,” How do you know where I work?”

“Your cousin.”

Of course Mina would, you groaned. “Why exactly are you calling?”

“I need advice. Please,” he pleads.

You put the phone down for a second to look over at your supervisor who was busy putting away flowers. “I’m trying not to get fired right now, Heeseung,” you say, almost whispering. “But if it’s urgent you can stop by during my lunch break.”

“Really?” he sounds surprised, almost elated.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself, but my break is in an hour.”

You find it odd that he went out of his way to ask you advice, but you also found it odd that you accepted without hesitation.

And so exactly one hour later, you were on your break and Heeseung was standing outside with his hands in his pocket and eyes roaming around the shop.

“So why can’t you talk to me at school? Why come to my work?”

He crosses his arms, “I’m a busy person and you know that.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, busy at parties.”

“Ha-ha,” he says with sarcasm, “I’m free after school on Tuesdays so I’m not busy today.”

“Whatever, you said you needed advice?”

You weren’t sure if he was worth your time. Were you considered his friend? Friends don’t kiss right? Stop — Why are you thinking about the kiss?

“You’re a good girl right?”

His choice of words cause your eyes to squint and he notices while exhaling a laugh, succeeding at trying to get a reaction out of you.

“I meant that you have perfect grades and you’re a good daughter to your parents. I need help with my mom.”

“I want to work on bigger projects and show her that I am responsible enough to handle them. And maybe even speak at meetings, but she doesn’t trust me. How can I earn her trust?”

Now you furrow your brow, intrigued while also in thought.

“Be consistent and confident. If you show her you’re working hard, she’ll start to trust you.”

“But does that work? Do your parents trust you?”

You shrugged. “They definitely trust me, but they’re just overly protective.”

“That makes sense,” Heeseung replied, nodding slowly as he processed the advice.

A period of quietness hung between you two, the noise of the wind fading into the background.

“Anything else you need?” You finally asked, breaking the silence.

Heeseung shook his head. “No, nothing else. I will take your advice, thank you.”

“Sure,” you said, trying to gauge where this was heading but he simply left and you returned to the shop.

He took his own precious time to drive to your work and have a conversation about advice on how to handle his mom. Weird, you thought.

—

A cold Monday morning, you were irritated and stressed out. Assignments piled up, deadlines loomed, and the weight of expectations — both from school and your part-time job — felt heavier than ever. However, your parents seemed to leave you alone and minded their own business lately, which was a glimmer of peace amidst the chaos.

In the bustling hallway, you spotted Sunghoon leaving his locker as soon as he spotted you. He started waving and approaching you.

“Y/N, hey!”

“Hey.”

“Have you started on Ms. Kim’s project yet?” he asked.

“No, not at all. I haven’t even found my partners yet.”

“You’re friends with Heeseung, right?”

You hesitated. “We talked a few times.” And kissed, but it was a mistake and we’re supposed to forget that it happened. “Did he say that?”

Sunghoon nodded. “We’re looking for a third person to join us, and he suggested you since he says we’re all friends.”

Friends? Does he mean it?

“Yeah, sure, I’ll join you guys. We can work on it tomorrow at my place? Since I know Tuesdays are free for you guys. And my grandma will just be at the house, not my parents.”

“That sounds perfect, just text me your address! I’ll let Heeseung know. Thanks, Y/N.” Sunghoon replied, a grin spreading across his face.

As he turned to leave, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your phone and sent a quick message to Sunghoon, your heart racing at the thought of him being at your house.

sunghoon: thanks for your addy!

sunghoon: can’t wait for tomorrow!

—

Today was your study date- or should you even call it that? You stood in the living room, glancing around with a mix of excitement and nerves. The afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the space.

You set to work, your science textbook and notebooks were stacked neatly on the coffee table, and you arranged some colorful pens nearby for good measure.

With a quick check of the clock, you raced to the kitchen to grab a plate of snacks — sliced fruit and a few bags of chips. You set everything out on a small tray, arranging it carefully to look inviting.

You were glad that your parents were away for the weekend at a work trip and that your grandma, watching you, was super chill, not minding that two boys were coming over for a project hang out.

The soft sound of the doorbell sent a jolt of nerves through you. You hurried to answer and as you opened the door, you glanced at Heeseung, who stood shifting on his feet with a tray of drinks in his hand.

“You’re 10 mins early,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“I can leave then come back,” he replied with a half-smile.

“Get inside.”

He walked inside, peering around your home and following you into the kitchen before speaking.

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“For the drinks? Thank you.”

“No, your boyfriend is coming over because I suggested that the three of us should work together,” he places the tray of drinks on the countertop. “And I figured that if I leave early, you guys can spend time alone.”

You shake your head, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, well, I thought it’d be nice.”

“Also your advice worked, my mom’s slowly but surely finally letting me handle the big projects and she even wants me to attend training workshops.”

“I’m glad to hear that my advice worked,” you chuckled, running a hand through your hair.

“It took a bit of convincing, but I didn’t think she’d actually take me seriously at first.”

“Well, you just need to show her that you are committed, that you could handle it,” You said, your eyes sparkling with encouragement which makes Heeseung smile.

“I have a few questions,” he suddenly says.

“Hmm let me guess,” you replied. “It’s not about the project or your mom?”

“Did you kiss him yet?”

You raised an eyebrow, confusion flickering across your face. “No, nothing’s happened between us.”

Heeseung chewed on his bottom lip and let silence pass by.

The air between you crackled with unspoken tension as Heeseung suddenly walked towards you. You could feel the electric pull of his proximity, a magnetic force that had been intensifying ever since he’d stepped inside your house. Your heart raced as you looked up at Heeseung, it felt like deja vu when his doe eyes are searching yours for permission.

You try to hide the fact that you were panicking when Heeseung leaned closer. You had nowhere to go, feeling the kitchen counter behind you. His breath was warm against your face and he licked his bottom lip. You knew he wanted to kiss you again and for a second, you would’ve let him.

“Heeseung,” you said, your voice betraying a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. “I still have feelings for Sunghoon.”

You reached out, placing a hand gently on his arm, “And you have a girlfriend.”

He laughs. “You’re trying to find excuses to not kiss me right now even though you want to.”

Your hands meet his chest as you gently push him. “You’re annoying,” the hint of a smile tugging at your lips, “You know that our first kiss was a mistake right? I don’t want to be a homewrecker.”

You watched as he took a hesitant step forward. “So you’re saying that if I was single, you wouldn’t be opposed to kissing me again?”

You try to find your voice, a simple response to reject him, but couldn’t.

“I’m not dating Ji-ho,” he shakes his head, “We’re just-“

The sound of the doorbell interrupts him.

“We’re just friends, it’s nothing serious.” He admits.

“That’s probably Sunghoon at the door,” you turn away and head for the front door, trying to keep your cool and shake off what just happened.

“Hey, glad you made it,” you greeted as Sunghoon stepped into your home.

“Thanks again for letting us come over. I think Heeseung should be coming soon,” he replied, glancing around.

“Oh, he’s here already- he’s in the kitchen,” you said, motioning toward the back of the house.

“Surprised he’s early, he’s usually late to things like this,” Sunghoon remarked with a chuckle.

You lead Sunghoon into the kitchen and he greets Heeseung. You all moved into the living room to brainstorm ideas for the project.

“So our assigned topic is biomechanics. Does anyone have ideas? Or something creative that we should do?” you asked, sitting on the floor leaning forward on the coffee table.

“I was thinking we can go the simple route with a presentation. It doesn’t have to be super detailed, but it can include our information or maybe we can show the concept with a video,” Sunghoon suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you agreed.

“Since Sunghoon and I are athletes — no offense, Y/N — we can record a video of us playing basketball while explaining the mechanism,” Heeseung added.

“That’s actually a good idea,” you said, your eyes lighting up.

As you continued to brainstorm ideas for the project, the weight of your feelings began to feel less daunting. With every shared laugh, casual touch, or agreement with Sunghoon, you found yourself enjoying it more than you should. Maybe this project would lead to something even more.

And after a while of working on the actual outline of the project, Heeseung stood and stretched, checking the time on his phone.

“I got to head out,” he said, glancing at you as he made his plan to leave early, hoping to create a moment for you and Sunghoon.

“I have to go too,” Sunghoon then chimed in, clearly wanting to leave together with Heeseung.

Sunghoon was oblivious, but by the look on your face, Heeseung could tell that you were disappointed.

“My mom is calling me to go over training, but Sunghoon, you should help Y/N clean up.” Heeseung suggested, still pushing to create a moment for you and Sunghoon.

“No, it’s okay, Sunghoon says he has to go.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” Sunghoon replied.

“It’s fine, there’s barely anything to clean up.” You couldn’t deny that you were disappointed, but there was no point in trying to force something that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m glad we were able to get a majority of the presentation done,” you exhaled, leading Sunghoon and Heeseung towards the door.

“Definitely. We make a great team,” Sunghoon said, looking back at you, his eyes sparkling. “We should definitely hang out again, just for fun.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You reached the door, opening it wider, you wanted Sunghoon to stay, to prolong this moment, but he left with a simple ‘goodbye’.

Heeseung lingered for a while and and you followed him onto the porch. “Sorry, my plan didn’t work.”

“It’s okay, Heeseung,” you managed to reply, forcing your lips into a smile, but your heart wasn’t in it. “You can keep out of this, you know? It’s all too complicated, so I’d rather have everything play out without any scheming.”

He nodded, but just as he turned to leave, he paused, glancing back at you.

“Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Heeseung. You too,” you said, your voice soft.

As Heeseung disappeared around the corner, the quiet of your home settled in around you.

You sighed, knowing that the day had been fun and special, but feeling a bittersweet sting. It’s only been two months, but longing for him has felt like forever. Sunghoon was only meant to be your friend, he has always been clear about that.

With a heavy heart, you have accepted the fact that Park Sunghoon doesn't like you back and possibly will never catch feelings for you.

—

Two weeks later and the project was over with. The presentation went smoothly and you received lots of great feedback about the video portion of the project — thanks to Heeseung for his idea.

It was honestly a great time working with both Sunghoon and Heeseung. They were both smart partners and fun to hang around. You’d wonder if things would be different if feelings weren’t involved. Would you all be best friends?

Sadly, you will never know.

Today felt like a regular Friday, but the excitement in the air was evident as students buzzed about the upcoming basketball championship game tonight. You were at the library, studying for an exam, and in walked Sunghoon, a grin spreading across his face. He was the last person you’d expected to see, but perhaps he did mean it when he said he wanted to hang out more.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called, waving as pulled out the seat next to you and sat down. Although you accepted your one-sided feelings, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey, Sunghoon. What’s up?” you asked, closing your textbook.

“I wanted to see if you’d like to come to the championship game tonight,” he said, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. “It’s going to be epic, and I’d love to have you there.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Really? I’d love to, I’ve been hearing everyone talk about it.”

He nodded, a hint of relief washing over his features. “Great, I can save you a seat with my friends. Plus, I could use some support. You know, for luck.”

“Absolutely, I’ll be there cheering for the team,” you replied, trying to contain your excitement. The thought of being there, watching him play, made your stomach flutter.

“Great! See you then,” he said, standing up to leave. But just as he stepped out, he dropped something from his pocket — an old, worn-out bracelet that caught your eye.

Sunghoon!” you called, rushing after him. He turned around, his expression shifting from excitement to confusion as you picked up the bracelet. “You dropped this.”

He took a moment to process it, then chuckled, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks. “Oh, that? It’s just an old lucky charm. I didn’t think I’d need it anymore.”

“It looks important,” you said, holding it out to him.

He hesitated, reaching for the bracelet but then pulling back. “You know what? Keep it. Maybe it’ll bring you luck at the game too.”

You blinked in surprise. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I want you to have it,” he said, his voice steady. “If you want, you can return it to me before the game. Just take good care of it.”

A warmth spread through you at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, I’ll take good care of it.”

“Good,” he said, flashing that charming smile again. “See you tonight, Y/N.”

Just as you thought you were sure on where you and Sunghoon stood on feelings, the whole conversation just made you even more quizzed.

Nonetheless, you were still going to give him words of encouragement and his lucky charm bracelet before the game.

T-25 minutes until the game started.

You stood outside the gym, the sounds of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the echo of basketballs bouncing filled the air. You glanced at the time; you were cutting it close, but you had to give Sunghoon his good luck charm.

Clutching the bracelet tightly in your hand, you pushed the door to the locker room open. The space was filled with the scent of sweat and liniment, it was empty except for one person.

It was Heeseung and he was shirtless with a towel draped around his neck.

You couldn’t help but study him, his abs were defined and taut. Each movement he made showcased the hard work he put into training — his core muscles flexing with each shot, the lines of his physique both sculpted and strong. When Heeseung noticed you, his face broke into a grin.

You felt a rush of nerves as you stepped forward. “Hey, I haven’t seen you since in a while. I feel like I only see you during Ms. Kim’s.”

“I’ve been busy. You know that.” He smirks.

“Were you looking for me?” He asked, staring at the piece of fabric in your hand.

“No, I-“

You were silenced as Heeseung suddenly closed the distance, backing you gently against the cool metal of the lockers.

“Heeseung, what are you doing?”

Heeseung was known for his teasing nature, but there was something different in his eyes today. He leaned in slightly with his arms resting on either side of you, effectively trapping you in place. He had a teasing smile on his face as your bodies were pressed against each other.

“Looking for your boyfriend?” his tone was light but laced with something deeper.

You rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Shut up. How many times do I have to tell you that he’s not my boyfriend?”

He shrugged, clearly enjoying the banter. “I know. I just like to hear you say that he’s not.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s obvious that you like me. And you’ve been wanting me ever since our first kiss,” he replied, voice dropping to a softer tone with eyes locking more intensely onto yours. “Me and you have something, and you’re aware of it.”

“What?” You don’t understand his sudden change of boldness and cockiness but you give into the banter.

“What about your girlfriend?” you challenged, trying to regain some control of the conversation.

Heeseung sighed, leaning forward which causes your foreheads to touch. “How many times do I have to tell you that she’s not my girlfriend?” His expression was serious. “I told you, we’re not dating. She’s just a friend.”

“A friend that you kiss? Sounds a lot like me,” you said, raising an eyebrow while trying to push him away, but it resulted in him pressing against you harder.

“Didn’t know that you were my friend.”

“Forget what I said. I’m not your friend,” you insisted, but a flutter of uncertainty crept in.

He leaned closer, the tension between you two palpable that you could cut it with a knife. You felt your resolve wavering, caught in the pull of his intense gaze that you’re familiar with.

“Yeah,” a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“You’re not my friend because you’re so much more.”

The air thickened with unspoken words. And for a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, teetering on the edge of something that could change everything.

You’re silent as your eyes follow his hand that slowly crept under your skirt and you didn’t make any effort to stop him.

“Can I touch you?” The weight of his body keeps you pinned against the lockers.

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of uncertainty and thrill, his confession left you speechless. You could push him away, but nonetheless, you nod your head wanting to feel his touch.

“I won’t do anything until you tell me ‘yes’,” his voice dropping an octave, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yes,” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling the tension release.

“Please touch me, Heeseung.”

His hand caressed your tender skin before he lightly pressed down fingers on your core. Even with your panties still on, he could feel your wetness soaking through.

Heeseung felt proud of himself, because even though he didn’t fully touch you yet, his words and body against yours were enough to have you drenched.

You felt him move your panties to the side and his cold fingers dipping into your aching centre.

“You’re wet for me?” He murmured as he withdrew his fingers and lifted them to you, revealing your glistening slick.

You stammered, “Don’t- make fun of me.” Your cheeks flushed, overwhelmed by the way he was looking at you, his gaze intense and playful.

“You do this to me too,” he murmured while pressing his obvious bulging crotch against you.

“Why would I make fun of you?”

Heeseung reached under your skirt and dipped his fingers again into your soaking wet cunt. You moan loudly in surprise as one of his fingers enter your heat up to the first knuckle. He starts to slowly finger-fuck you with his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

The noises you’re making seem magnified because they’re all that you can hear. You feel Heeseung muttering words onto your neck but you can’t tell what he’s saying, all you know is that suddenly he’s stopped moving his finger which drives you insane.

“Need more,” you croaked desperately.

“Hmm?” he exhales, aware that he’s trying to tease you, to try to make you beg for him to keep going — and it’s working.

“Need more, Hee,” you plead, desperately trying to move your bound body to provide some sense of friction. “Please move.”

As soon as you think that he’s stopped completely and ready to leave you in heat, he suddenly thrusts two fingers deep into your cunt. “Oh my, fuck,” you clench around him with a surprised shout.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yes,” you nod, “Please keep going.”

It doesn’t take long for him to build you up to that edge, your body so needy and responsive to his touch, and he’s enjoying it.

You praise him by telling him how good his fingers feel inside you. You’re lost in the sensation of him pounding his fingers into you as he frantically starts rubbing your clit.

“Heeseung, I’m close,” you whined out.

You feel yourself clench around him, and he shifts the angle of his fingers a little bit to hit your sweet spot. “You’re doing so well for me, baby.”

“Let go,” he urges.

You let out a lewd moan when you back arches up sharply as you come undone around his fingers. He keeps thrusting, helping you ride yourself through it. You want the feeling to never stop but he halts his movement.

While you catch your breath, he starts to clean up the mess between your thighs with the towel that was around his neck.

“You did amazing, my love,” he praises, which causes your chest to sting. You felt this before except it was now because of Heeseung.

After he was finished cleaning you up, he helps to adjust your skirt. “My panties will be sticky the entire night now,” you laugh with a sense of worry.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles, genuinely apologizing which makes you grin.

Once you felt completely relaxed, you couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge sticking through his basketball shorts.

“Um,” you clear your throat, “Need me to help?”

He noticed you staring at how hard he is and he gives a smile to break through the tension. “No, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

“Are you sure?” You shifted on your feet, biting your lip. “I mean, I can be quick.”

His expression softened, and he shook his head. “I appreciate it baby, but I need to warm up soon. I know the gym must be packed though, so you should find a seat to cheer me on.”

“You’re right, the game is starting soon,” you said, trying to sound casual.

“You dropped something,” Heeseung pointed to the ground. It was Sunghoon’s lucky charm that you planned on returning to him.

“It’s Sunghoon’s,” you gulped with an unknown sense of nervousness. “He dropped it so I wanted to give it back, but… I’ll just give it at the party.”

Heeseung nodded, his expression unreadable.

Before you exit the locker room, you walk up to him and give a small peck on his lips, hoping he’ll kiss you back and deeply. “Good luck, captain.”

But Heeseung doesn’t. Instead, he murmurs a quick ‘thank you’ and accepts the kiss with a hesitant look on his face, which immediately makes you leave. You don’t think anything of it, though.

The gym was electric, filled with the sound of cheering fans and the rhythmic thump of basketballs. You sat in the bleachers while waving at Mina, who was cheering at the baseline. The championship game had drawn a massive crowd, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. You could feel the energy pulsing around you, but your focus was entirely on what just happened in the locker room.

Suddenly, Heeseung stood near the center of the court, his jersey clinging to him as he bounced the ball, starting his warm ups.

You found him incredibly intoxicating, you couldn’t even focus on the game because the only thing on your mind were his fingers getting you off a few minutes ago.

The game clock ticked down, interrupting your thoughts, and the game started.

You could see the determination in Heeseung’s eyes, and it made your heart swell with pride. This was his moment, and you wanted nothing more than for him and the team to succeed.

As the whistle blew and the first quarter began, you leaned forward, holding your breath with every play. Heeseung darted around defenders, his movements fluid and confident. He made a quick pass to Sunghoon, who took a shot — missed. The crowd groaned in unison, and you felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach.

“He’ll get it next time,” you whispered to yourself, willing him on.

The tension reached a peak when it was the second half. It was third quarter when the opposing team made a quick drive toward the basket, and for a moment, it looked like they might score. But Sunghoon slid in, blocking the shot with a perfect timing that had the crowd erupting into cheers. Your heart raced as you jumped to your feet and clapping.

Sunghoon turned briefly, catching your eye, and flashing a smile in your direction.

The final quarter ticked down and shortly, the score was tied with minutes left. The pressure was mounting, but the team seemed unfazed. Heeseung received the ball and dribbled down the court, dodging defenders with ease. The gym fell silent as he positioned himself for the final shot, and all eyes were on him.

“Come on!” you urged silently, heart in your throat.

He took a deep breath, the world around him fading into a blur as he focused on the hoop. With a quick flick of his wrist, he released the ball, and it soared through the air in slow motion. Time seemed to freeze as you watched, holding your breath.

Swish! The ball hit the net perfectly, and the crowd erupted into a frenzy. You jumped up, screaming with joy as the realization hit— there was 5 seconds left and you had just witnessed Heeseung’s winning shot in the championship game.

Those 5 seconds flew by and Heeseung turned to the stands, his face lighting up with a mixture of disbelief and triumph. As his teammates rushed to him, engulfing him in celebratory hugs, you felt a surge of pride wash over you.

As the team huddled together, you caught his gaze once more. This time, he pointed in your direction, a wide grin spreading across his face. Your heart swelled, and you couldn’t help but beam back at him. In that moment, amidst the chaos and elation of victory, you felt an undeniable connection.

The gym erupted in cheers and the team celebrated their hard-earned win, you knew this was a moment you would never forget.

You went down the bleachers and ran to Mina, hugging her. “That was insane,” you stressed.

“That game had me stressed, fuck! Are you ready to party?” Mina exclaimed.

—

The sound of music pulsed through the air, reverberating against the walls of the house, which was already packed with students buzzing from the excitement of the championship victory. Colorful lights flickered in rhythm with the beat, casting a vibrant glow across the crowd. You stepped inside, the energy wrapping around you like a warm embrace as laughter and cheers filled the space.

The living room was transformed into a party zone, with decorations celebrating the basketball team’s success—banners hanging from the walls, balloons in the school colors bobbing along the ceiling, and a table overflowing with snacks and drinks. Friends and teammates mingled, some already animatedly retelling highlights of the game, while others clinked cups in celebration.

As the night unfolded, the music thumped louder, and the laughter grew richer. You danced, celebrated, and lost yourself in the jubilant atmosphere. But amidst it all, you kept stealing glances at Heeseung, who was now animatedly recounting the game to a captivated audience. The way he lit up while talking made your heart swell.

As you scanned the room, you also spotted Sunghoon across the way, surrounded by a small group of his teammates. He looked effortlessly cool in a casual black tee and jeans, his hair slightly tousled from the night’s festivities. The sight of him made your heart stop. He was laughing, his eyes shining with excitement, and for a moment, you felt a surge of admiration.

You made your way through the crowd, weaving between familiar faces and beaming friends. The atmosphere was infectious, and Sunghoon caught your eye with a grin spread across his face as he waved you over.

“Y/N!” he called, his voice cutting through the music. “Come join us!”

You smiled back, your nerves easing as you stepped closer and noticing Heeseung also joining in. “Congrats on the win! That was so nerve-wracking, but you guys did so well,” you said, genuinely impressed.

Sunghoon shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but the pride in his eyes was unmistakable. “Thank you! I’m glad it was exciting.”

Heeseung nudged him playfully. “Yeah, and don’t forget your lucky charm.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, but the laughter that followed was infectious, and soon everyone was caught up in the moment.

“Oh shoot, here’s your bracelet” you take the bracelet out of your pocket and give it to him.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you,” Sunghoon said, ignoring the bracelet in your hand.

“Why can’t you talk to her here?” Heeseung asked.

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, but before you could say anything, Sunghoon grabbed your hand and led you outside in the backyard.

You stirred your drink, lost in thought, when you noticed him fidgeting. His usual calm demeanor had been replaced by something more vulnerable, and you sensed that something was off.

“Look, Y/N,” he started, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“What? Why are you sorry?” you asked, genuinely perplexed.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been leading you on. I was aware of your feelings, but got your hopes up by flirting a bit and never taking it further.”

“I realized that I’ve been leading you on, but I also realized that I caught feelings.”

Your heart raced as you processed his words. “Sunghoon- wait.”

“Before you say anything,” he continued quickly, “It’s not out of pity. I caught real feelings.”

“Y/N, I like you.”

Your mouth was open to speak but no words came out, it was a sudden confession. The boy who you liked finally reciprocated your feelings.

Before you could process your thoughts and whirlwind of emotions, he started to lean in.

His eyes searching yours and his lips approaching yours. But you instinctively recoiled.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” You shook your head. “I- I caught feelings for someone else.”

The words hung heavy in the air. You could see the realization dawning on him, his expression shifting from hope to disbelief and disappointment.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, a forced smile creeping onto his lips. “I guess I’m too late.”

You looked down at the ground, your mind racing. You had always admired Sunghoon, enjoyed your moments together, but recently someone else had entered your life — someone who made your heart flutter in a way you hadn’t expected. You were just too afraid to admit it.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon. You’re such a good guy,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I’ve liked you for a while, but I think… I’m a bit confused right now.”

He nodded, arms crossed tightly. “It’s okay, really. If you have feelings for someone else, I understand.”

The moment stretched painfully, silence enveloping you both. You wanted to reach out, to reassure him, but the truth hung between you both like a chasm.

“Who is it?” he finally asked, his tone curious yet guarded.

“It’s someone-”

“Heeseung,” he answered for you.

“I don’t know- yes,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing slightly. “It’s complicated and I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it just did.”

He nodded slowly, “Heeseung’s a good guy. I’m not surprised that you caught feelings for him.”

“Please don’t tell him,” you insisted, your voice trembling. “I still haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he chuckled, a sign that he wasn’t too saddened about the situation and you let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon.”

“Me too,” he said quietly. “But maybe this is just how it’s meant to be. You and Heeseung are good for each other, you’ll realize it soon enough.”

With that, you both fell into a silence that spoke volume. You realized that you had a choice now. No matter what had transpired, you still admired Sunghoon and your feelings didn't just disappear, but now your heart was also longing for Heeseung. What’s important now is figuring out your feelings.

The conversation was left after your realization and you needed time to yourself. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated the front porch of the house. You leaned against the cool brick wall, your heart still racing from Sunghoon’s confession. The laughter and chatter of the party faded into the background as you pulled out her phone, glancing at the time. Just then, the doe-eyed boy emerged from the house and walking towards the lot.

“Hey, captain,” you stop him in his tracks.

“What are you doing? You’re not leaving, are you?” you asked. “You know this is your party, you won the game. And that last shot was insane,” you beamed proudly.

Heeseung laughed, “I’m glad you were there to see that. I played well today, probably the best I played all season. Maybe because you were there.”

“And I’m actually heading home. I have a meeting in the morning and need to prepare for it since it’s the first time I get to speak,” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he scratched his neck.

“Why are you outside alone? Are you okay?” He stepped before you, his expression softening. “I was looking for you after Sunghoon dragged you outside. What did he want?”

You took a deep breath, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.

“Sunghoon almost kissed me tonight.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened. “What do you mean almost?”

“I don’t know,” you said, your voice shaky. “I just… I rejected him.”

“Why? Don’t you want to kiss your crush?” Heeseung’s tone was a mix of disbelief and surprise.

“I’m not sure anymore,” you admitted, feeling a knot of uncertainty tighten in your stomach. The thrill of your moment with Sunghoon had turned into confusion.

Heeseung stepped closer, his gaze locked onto yours. “Y/N,” he said softly, “What’s going on?”

You grabbed the bottom hem of his leather jacket and pulled him closer. “Heeseung, I need you to kiss me.”

The words hung in the air, electrifying the space between you both. You visibly see his cheeks heat up as your heart pounds louder than ever.

“You want me to kiss you?” Heeseung asked, uncertainty lingering in his voice.

You searched his eyes, feeling the pull between you two intensifying. You knew that there was so much at stake — potential heartbreak or the possibility of something new.

You nodded, your gaze unwavering. “Yes.”

Taking a leap of faith, Heeseung closed the distance, you hesitated for a heartbeat before leaning in, your lips brushing softly, igniting a spark that sent electricity coursing through you. The kiss deepened, a mix of urgency and tenderness, and for a moment, the chaos of the night faded away.

You cling to the back of his neck and pull him close, mouth and lips mixing with his tongue and teeth.

You didn’t know how bad you needed his lips on yours again — it’s something that you’ve been craving ever since that party when you first had a taste of his lips.

Before you could press your body against his, wanting to experience the same feeling as what happened in the locker room, you feel him pull apart.

“We should stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” You desperately urged, still feeling the remnants of the kiss linger on your lips.

“I want you.”

“I want you too,” he paused, “So fucking bad, but you’re confused about your feelings.”

You shake your head, “You're the one making me confused. The things you did to me in the locker room, this back and forth that we keep doing, and the way you keep-“ you groan in frustration.

“I want this Heeseung.”

Heeseung watched as you shifted nervously, concern etched on his face. “Do you still have feelings for Sunghoon?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know. He just confessed that he liked me too, and a part of me wished I hadn’t rejected him. But I’m so glad I did because I’m here with you now.”

You process your own words, realizing that what you are doing wasn’t fair to him. “I’m sorry, I guess- yeah, I’m a bit confused right now.”

Without another word, he reached out and gently grabbed your hand, grounding you. “I’ll take you home.”

You felt a rush of warmth at his touch, the familiarity of his hand in yours bringing a sense of comfort when he led you to his car.

He opened the passenger seat and you sit down with a pang of regret.

“Heeseung, I didn’t mean to make this complicated,” you said softly, “It wasn’t fair to ask you to kiss me.”

“I know,” he replied, his gaze steady. “But whatever you’re feeling, I know you’ll figure it out. It will take time, but that’s okay. I can wait.”

“You’re willing to wait for me? Why?”

Silence passed by.

“It’s been a long night. We can talk tomorrow, okay?” He shows reassurance through his eyes, and you appreciate his understanding.

The car ride was silent, both of you falling deeply within your thoughts of each other. Every now and then, you’d glance over at him. There was something about the way he held himself — so easy and entirely present — that made your heart skip. You weren’t sure if it was the quiet of the night or the way he seemed so at understanding with you, but in that moment, everything felt still.

The car slowed as he approached your house and he stopped at the curb. He turned to you, his expression softer now, a quiet sincerity in his eyes.

“Thank you for bringing me home,” you said, breaking the silence.

His lips quirk into a smile before he kisses your forehead. “Goodnight.”

You held his gaze, something unspoken passing between you, heart swelling at the tenderness in his voice. You opened the door and stepped out of the car, but before you closed it, you looked back at him. He was watching you, his hand resting on the wheel, his expression a mix of fondness and something more, something hopeful.

The world outside was quiet, but inside your mind, it was anything but. You lay in bed, your thoughts were racing and tumbling over each other like waves crashing against the shore.

Every little moment from Sunghoon’s confession to admitting wanting Heeseung seemed to replay in your mind, each one a gentle reminder of the feelings that simply can’t be ignored. You turned onto your side, staring out the window, trying to make sense of the whirlwind inside.

The idea of something more with Heeseung doesn’t scare you anymore. You made your choice and for the first time in a long time, it felt right.

—

The gentle chime of the doorbell signaled the arrival of a customer, pulling you from your thoughts as you arranged a bouquet of vibrant daisies. The flower shop was a cozy haven, filled with the sweet scent of fresh blooms and the soft rustle of leaves. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the colorful displays, but today, your mind was elsewhere.

You glanced out the window, lost in thought as you watched the street bustle with life. It was one of those quiet days at the shop, and as you worked, your thoughts inevitably drifted to Heeseung. You couldn’t shake the feelings that had blossomed between you.

You finished the bouquet of daisies when a familiar voice broke your reverie. “What are you thinking about?” Mina asked, plopping down on the stool across from you, a curious look in her eyes.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of your secret pressing down. “I... I need to tell you something,” you said, your heart racing.

“I have feelings for Heeseung.”

Mina’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in surprise. “What? Since when? What about Sunghoon?”

You sighed, “Sunghoon made me realize that I like Heeseung. Heeseung and I kissed at the party, then again last night after Sunghoon confessed to me.”

“And yeah, I rejected Sunghoon because I like Heeseung.”

“Oh my gosh,” Mina leaned back, processing your words, her expression a mix of shock and excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You glanced around the shop, ensuring no one else was within earshot. “I’m sorry, but you have a big mouth. And I needed to figure my feelings out before it turned into something bigger.”

She grinned, a playful glint in her eyes. “So you’re certain about your feelings for Heeseung?”

“I am,” you said, the confession feeling like a weight lifting off your shoulders.

Just then, the door swung open again, and you looked up, holding your breath. There he was —Heeseung, with his easy smile and a carefree energy that filled the shop. He looked around, his gaze landing on you.

“Hey, got any good recommendations for a perfect flower for a pretty girl?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter.

“It depends, who might that pretty girl be?” Your heart raced as you stepped forward, trying to sound casual despite the flurry of emotions swirling inside you.

“It’s a secret,” he says, which makes your eyes roll playfully in return.

“Sure, I have the perfect one.” You gestured for him to follow you to the back of the shop, where the blooms were arranged in an array of colors.

As you guided him through the flowers, you couldn’t help but notice how the sunlight caught his hair, the way his eyes sparkled with curiosity. “I think a pretty girl would love cherry blossoms,” you said, pointing to a delicate bunch of pink blooms.

Heeseung’s expression brightened. “Cherry blossoms? Those are beautiful. Perfect choice.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his approval. “They symbolize the beauty of life and new beginnings,” you explained, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. “Plus, they’re just really pretty.”

“Definitely,” he said, nodding. “I’ll take a bouquet of those, then. When are you off?”

“In about ten minutes,” you replied, trying to contain your excitement at the thought of spending more time with him.

“Wanna get some ice cream after?” Heeseung asked, his tone casual but with an underlying hint of hope that made your heart leap.

“Ice cream sounds great,” you said, unable to hide your smile.

“Perfect. I’ve been craving something sweet since the game yesterday,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair.

You nodded, feeling your nerves fade as the idea of ice cream and time spent with Heeseung sank in. “We can go right after I finish up here. I’ll just wrap these up for you.”

As you moved to prepare his bouquet, the air felt charged with excitement. Maybe this was the chance you’d been waiting for to explore your feelings with him.

“Thanks for the recommendation,” Heeseung said, watching you intently as he gave you his card.

“Just doing my job,” you replied playfully, though the compliment made your cheeks warm. You carefully arranged the cherry blossoms into a beautiful bouquet, tying it off with a simple ribbon.

“Alright, all set!” you announced, handing it to him. “I hope she loves them.”

“I’m sure she will,” he said, taking the bouquet and flashing that charming smile of his before giving them to you. You try your best to hide your big smile at his cute gesture.

“Let’s get going then,” Heeseung said, motioning toward the door.

After clocking out, you stepped out into the warm afternoon, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect of ice cream and a chance to spend time with him. Maybe this was the perfect way to discover where your feelings could lead.

The ice cream shop buzzed with laughter and the sound of scoops hitting cones. The sunset streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the pastel-colored walls.

Heeseung leaned against the counter as he waited for his mint chocolate chip ice cream, his brow slightly furrowed as he watched you asked for a cup with a swirl of chocolate and strawberry.

“You already got me flowers, you don’t have to pay for me,” you said, glancing over as he handed the cashier his card.

“I’m the one who invited you on this date, so I should pay for it,” Heeseung replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Thank you,” you said, your eyes softening.

As you both took a seat at a small table, the sun warming your skin, you couldn’t help but be distressed, the memory of last night swirling in your mind.

“Heeseung, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for bothering you about my feelings. I was confused, but I’m certain now.”

“Hey, you didn’t bother me,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I should be the one apologizing. I kept teasing you about Sunghoon and actually helped to get you with him, but then tried to convince you to get with me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you replied, a hint of warmth in your cheeks. The memory of his playful jabs at your friendship with Sunghoon felt less burdensome now, more like a teasing lightness.

Heeseung took a deep breath, glancing around the shop as if searching for the right words. “Let’s save this conversation for later. We’re supposed to be enjoying ice cream, right?”

You chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “Right. Ice cream first, feelings later.”

“Deal,” he said, his smile returning, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “I want to show you something at home. My mom went on a trip and doesn’t get back until tonight.”

Your eyes squint in uncertainty, “You’re making it sound like-“

“It’s not what you think,” he laughs, “I made sure to make it look clean this morning.”

You chuckle at your own ambiguous thoughts.

“But just so you know, I’m not letting this go. You owe me a proper discussion about your feelings.”

“Fair enough,” you replied, enjoying the banter.

—

You stepped through the grand double doors, your breath catching slightly at the sight before you. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft glow on the modern art that adorned the walls. Your footsteps echoed softly as you followed Heeseung inside, feeling the weight of the place — the luxury and the quiet elegance.

Heeseung hadn’t said much since you arrived to his home, but there was an excitement in his eyes, an energy that made you curious.

"So," you said, breaking the silence, "what did you want to show me?"

He glanced at you with a half-smile, his fingers brushing against yours before he took your hand fully, his touch warm and steady. "Follow me," he said, his voice low, almost secretive, like he was leading you to something special.

You felt a flutter in your chest as you let him guide you to the back of his house. Eventually, he led you to a small archway, its intricate woodwork twisted into delicate, curling patterns.

The air felt cooler here, more peaceful, and as you stepped through it, your breath caught in your throat. It was a garden unlike anything you’d ever seen, a sprawling space filled with vibrant flowers in every color imaginable.

"Wow," you whispered, taking in the sight. "It’s beautiful."

He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes softening as he watched your reaction. "It’s a butterfly garden," he explained, his voice filled with something like reverence. "My dad had this built for my mom on their tenth anniversary."

The butterfly garden was a kaleidoscope of colors, delicate wings fluttering against the backdrop of lush greenery and blooming flowers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms and the soft rustle of leaves. You and Heeseung wandered along the winding paths, the sun filtering through the leaves and casting dappled light on the ground.

You turned to him, surprised by the tenderness in his words. "This is... incredible. I’ve never seen anything like this."

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah. It’s been here ever since I was a kid. Every time I come here, it reminds me of them."

You glanced around, taking in the beauty of the garden — its winding paths, the quiet trickle of a small fountain in the corner, the vibrant flowers, and the butterflies that seemed to dance through the air, so effortlessly. It felt intimate, serene, like it held memories in the air itself.

"It’s perfect," you said softly, your gaze lingering on a butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower. "It’s like you can feel the love here."

He nodded, his fingers still holding yours, his gaze not leaving you. "Yeah. It’s a place where everything feels still. You know?"

He looked at you for a long beat, his expression soft but serious, as if weighing something important in his heart. Slowly, he stepped closer to you, the world around you fading into the background.

"It’s my favorite place in the world," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "When things get hard, I like to come here and escape from everything. I wanted to share it with you."

You felt your heart flutter at the words, the weight of his honesty settling in the space between you. This wasn’t just about a beautiful garden, it was about him trusting you with something deeply personal, something precious.

"I’m honored," you said quietly, looking into his eyes. "Thank you for showing me."

A gentle smile tugged at his lips, and for a moment, it was just the two of you in that sacred space — no words needed, just the quiet, steady beat of your hearts. As you stood there, hand in hand, surrounded by the butterflies, you knew this was a memory that would stay with you forever.

“So, Sunghoon confessed,” Heeseung spoke, glancing at you.

“Yes,” you replied, your voice slightly subdued. “It was so sudden and made me even more confused. He was sorry for leading me on and I didn’t expect for him to return his feelings even if I wanted him to, but I appreciated his confession and honesty.”

“Bringing me home last night was a good idea,” you continued. “I was being messy the entire night and before I went to sleep, I thought for a long time.”

You remembered how you’d spent hours thinking about your feelings, trying to make sense of everything.

“Earlier, you mentioned that you were certain,”Heeseung began, looking at you, his expression earnest. “I’m certain about my feelings too. I’m certain about you, so whatever you tell me, I won’t be mad. I know I was an ass getting in the way of your feelings for Sunghoon, but just please be honest, and I’ll figure it out and leave you alone.”

“I don’t want you to leave me alone,” you said softly, looking directly into his eyes.

“Heeseung, I like you,” you blurt out without hesitation. The words hung in the air between you, bright and clear, like the vibrant butterflies flitting around. “I was trying to win over Sunghoon, but you kept distracting me.” You let out a playful scoff, trying to lighten the moment.

“You made me really confused and it was annoying — but in a good way. After being around you and knowing what you’re going through, I started to care for you and wanted to be there for you. And when we kissed or when you’re simply around me, I couldn’t handle it. I’ve always wanted more but was too afraid to admit it.”

“I want more with you,“ You confess,” If you want more with me.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened slightly, surprise flashing across his face before a grin broke through. He stepped closer, the warm sun illuminating his features, “I do want more with you. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but obviously didn’t know if you felt the same.”

“I like you a lot… probably since our first kiss,” he laughed, a sound full of relief and joy, before leaning over, his forehead resting gently against yours. “If you give me a chance, I promise I will try my best to be good for you, because you deserve it. And even when things get complicated or messy or when shit gets in the way, I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere."

You swallowed hard, feeling your stomach flutter. His words were beautiful, something that was never said to you before.

“I know that especially for you, things will be hard but I’m not going anywhere either,” you promise.

Unable to think of anything else to say, you found yourself closing the distance between you and him. You reached up, your hand gently cupping the side of his face, feeling his warmth beneath your fingertips. His breath hitched, and his gaze softened.

Heeseung’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you could feel the pulse of his heart beating in time with yours. You kissed many times but this one felt different, it was slow, tender, full of warmth and everything that had been unsaid between you for so long.

When you pulled back, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting together as you smiled.

“I’ve said this many times, but I want you, Hee.”

He nods and lets out an exhale, “You have me.”

Without thought, Heeseung led you upstairs. You both haven’t spoken yet, the desire of wanting each other too strong. The heavy wooden door swung open with a smooth, almost imperceptible motion, revealing a room that seemed more like something out of a dream than reality. Your eyes wide as you take in the sprawling space before you.

You reach out and pull Heeseung back in, kissing him fiercely desperate. You move before him, making him walk backwards until he’s sat on the edge of his bed.

When you released from his mouth and pulled back for air, Heeseung’s eyes were glowing, shifting between yours in silence. He knows exactly what you’re asking him.

“Can I?” You asked, eyes drawn upon the tent in his pants. He nods in approval, and slowly, you begin unbuttoning his jeans and kneeling before him.

Your fingers drag lightly against Heeseung’s hips before pulling his pants and underwear down.

As your breath hitches with the reveal of his cock that sprung free, you feel him studying you intently. Your eyes widened, he was thick and big, and you weren’t sure if he was going to fit.

“Are you sure you want to?” Heeseung asked.

You nod, “I want to make you feel good.”

Heeseung let out a small noise once you took hold of his cock and started stroking him slow. Then you guided it to your mouth, the taste of his pre-cum salty but sweet.

You watch his eyebrows pinch together as you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and circle the head with your tongue without breaking eye contact.

“Oh, fuck baby,” his groan sounds strangled, almost pained. You continue to wrap your lips around the head, tongue teasing around it before tracing along the slit.

“Been wanting to feel your mouth,” Heeseung’s voice, shaky when he reverently admitted. “Please don’t tease me, you feel fucking good.”

You take his praise as motivation when you slowly sink your mouth down on Heeseung’s cock, swallowing the tip deeply into your throat, trying not to gag, and holding it there before bobbing your head and repeatedly continue the motion.

You didn’t want to stop after hearing the pretty whines and moans spilling out from him. Heeseung guides you a bit, holding onto your head and pushing it down so you can take him even deeper.

You felt his dick twitching as if he was almost there at release so you continue to move up and down, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose.

“Doing great baby,” he praises, “I think I’m close.”

Heeseung clutches onto his sheets with a hand as he grips your head tighter with the other. Your movements are getting faster, more frantic, you want him to let go already and spill in your mouth.

But he releases his grip and tries to stop you.

“Hold on, I don’t want to cum yet,” Heeseung brought a hand down to cup your face, his thumb tracing where your lips stretched around his length.

“I want to cum while I’m inside you,” he says.

You pulled off of Heeseung with a pop, an eager look in your eyes as he brought you towards him so that you’re straddling him.

“Thank you, that felt amazing,” he brought both hands back to your face, cupping your cheeks. Heeseung leans towards you and kisses you again, taking his time to savor it as he tastes himself.

He nips at your bottom lip, running the tip of his tongue alongside the edge of your mouth. You melt against him, responding in kind.

Heeseung lifts you, turning both of you around until your body is placed gently on his bed. He hooks his fingers through the elastic of your waistband and then slides down your pants and panties, leaving you naked from the waist down. You’re uncomfortably wet, all from getting a taste of him.

He pauses for a second just to admire you with a soft look in his eyes before glancing back at you, and your heart starts pounding intensely in your chest. You’re suddenly nervous, but desperate to feel him in every single way.

As you lie there on his bed, you’re unable to take your eyes away from him. Heeseung leans down to place a soft kiss on your hip bone before starting to undress, wanting to be completely naked, and you follow his lead.

Heeseung kisses your neck and drags his mouth down to your bare breast, then your stomach. He pauses for a moment before ducking down, and suddenly his mouth is on your cunt, leaving a kiss. His breath and mouth warm, wet, and, fuck, he hasn’t done anything yet but it feels amazing.

You feel him placing a hand flat against your stomach, strong and steady, keeping you still as his tongue begins to slip in and out of you.

“Heeseung,” you breathed, hands immediately darting out to grab the sheets on either side, fabric clenched between your fingers as you felt his tongue confidently lapping up and down your cunt.

“Fuck… shit, fuck,” Your words came out in soft mumbles as you screwed your eyes shut, feeling Heeseung nudging your clit with his sharp nose.

He sucks rapidly and noisily, and his grip around your thighs tightened when your hand traveled down to tangle amongst his messy locks, tugging in appreciation as his tongue rolled against your clit in circles.

You felt him let out a moan against you, which makes your vision blurry and your core clench tight — you felt yourself close.

“I’m- gonna-”

Your fingers grasp his hair tighter, and you desperately pull him closer once you come undone on his tongue. Your legs tightened around him, hips started bucking wildly which made it hard for him to stay in place.

Heeseung pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, watching you relax under his touch. He waited a few moments until your eyes met his own, the sight was something that you wished to engrave forever.

He was too pretty, too cute. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glossy — bambi eyes glowing. You were lucky to see him like this.

“Was that okay?” Heeseung broke the silence.

You nod, trying to steady your breathing, “It was perfect.”

“I want you inside me now, Hee.”

Heeseung felt the same way, wanting to be inside you. He pressed his lips against yours before a small smirk formed.

He reached to the dresser next to his bed and opened the drawer to find a foil packet. You left a watchful gaze as Heeseung opened the packet and slowly slid the condom onto his cock, pumping it a few times until he was shifting his hips.

He began to line it up his cock with your entrance and sliding his head along your soaking slit a few times for full preparation.

“Tell me if it hurts okay?” He murmured. He takes it slow, stretching you out and allowing you to get used to the feel of him, while carefully searching for any discomfort on your face.

The feeling was unexpected, due to his girth and size. But you nodded your head and kissed him, giving him the approval to bottom you out. Heeseung didn’t expect you to feel so tight around him. Your cunt clenching his cock so perfectly that he could have sworn that he came already.

“Baby-“ he gulped. “I don’t think I’ll last,” he lets out a chuckle mixed with a soft whine.

“Me neither,” you breathlessly laugh in response.

“I’m going to move now.”

You felt Heeseung begin to roll his hips, starting a rhythm, settling a hand at your neck. All it takes is a nod and mumble of the words, “Go faster,” from you for him to pick up his pace. You don’t have too much difficulty matching it, and soon, your hips meet messily and erratically. The pace is fast and the feeling indescribable.

“Hee,” You moan out, “Just like that-“

One of your hands unintentionally makes a mess of his back, nails scratching when he snaps his hips and hits your deep spot, and Heeseung’s brows furrow at the feeling.

"Oh my fucking god," you felt the his breath against your ear as he groaned out. You were approaching your high and Heeseung can feel it too.

You continue rocking your hips back and forth, matching his rhythm while biting down on your bottom lip to try to stop the sound that's trying to escape from your throat. "Heeseung," you finally let out a whine, "I'm so fucking close."

"I know," he felt your walls clamp around him, watching your face scrunch up, unable to hold it in any longer.

His rhythm gradually gets faster, and you feel him get deeper causing you to clench even more tightly to the point where you start digging onto his shoulder with your fingertips.

"You can cum now," he grunts while bucking up his hips. Just from your face alone, he notices how much you want to let go. He removed hair out of your face before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Go ahead, my love," he whispered.

You feel yourself let go and your body spasming. He carries you through your orgasm with small shallow thrusts until he follows, eventually releasing himself into the condom.

The condom gets thrown in the trash and Heeseung grabs a towel from his bathroom. He cleans you up, and you watch with a smile on your face. Heeseung rejoins you, pulling you into his arms under the covers. You curl up into him, feeling relaxed and happy in his embrace.

“What are we?” You ask, unsure of the new status between you two.

“We can be whatever you want to be,” he kisses the top of your head, “But I want you to be mine.”

“Well, before we officially become boyfriend and girlfriend,” you began, hesitating slightly, “I want to know more about you. I want to know what goes on other than basketball and partying. I just want to know about Heeseung.”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “You’re asking a lot. But I want to know everything about you too. We can start tomorrow. Let me take you out on a date.”

“Another date? I’d love that.” A flutter of excitement stirred in your chest, but reality pulled you back.

“I want to stay here forever and I don’t want to leave yet, but I promised my parents that I’ll be home by 8.”

“Okay, let’s get ready. I’ll drop you off,” he said, his tone shifting to one of determination.

You shook your head, a playful frown on your face. “No, don’t worry. I know your mom is coming home soon, so- so just let one of your drivers take me home.”

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair, a mixture of frustration and understanding. “I don’t like the idea of you going home alone. Just let me drop you off. I promise I’ll have you back before my mom comes.”

You could see the concern on his face, and it made your heart swell. “Heeseung, I’ll be fine. I appreciate it, really. But I think it’s better this way.”

“Fine,” he relented, but his expression remained serious. “But we’re definitely going on that date tomorrow. No arguments.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his insistence. “Okay, it’s a date.”

—

”This is Seojoon,” Heeseung said, his voice casual but with a hint of authority. "He’ll be driving you tonight."

Seojoon gave you a polite nod, his eyes steady and respectful. “Miss,” he greeted, his voice smooth and professional, with just the right amount of warmth to make you feel at ease.

You gave a smile, feeling a little out of place in such a world of luxury, but his quiet confidence made you relax. “Hi, Seojoon. It’s nice to meet you.”

He opened the door to the waiting car, a sleek black luxury vehicle that looked like it could glide on air.

Heeseung’s hand rested briefly on your shoulder, his fingers warm. “I’m looking forward to tomorrow and everyday with you,” he leaned closer, his voice low and sincere. ”I want to know everything about you too, and I promise to share more than just basketball and partying.”

The moment lingered, the air thick with unspoken promises and the thrill of what was to come. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, giving him a kiss on his lips before getting inside the car.

“Call me when you get home,” he replied, his smile brightening as he closed the door.

On your way home, the world outside was still buzzing, but the night felt different now — calmer, and more intimate especially after the day with Heeseung.

You felt happy.

—

As soon as Heeseung returns inside, a sharp voice sliced through the warmth of the moment.

“Who’s that? You never bring anyone home,” his mother demanded, her eyes narrowing at him.

Heeseung straightened, determination flashing in his gaze. “She’s my girlfriend— well, soon to be. But I like her a lot, and she’s special.”

His mother’s expression darkened, her voice dropping to a more serious tone. “Heeseung, we cannot allow this.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” Heeseung shot back, a hint of defiance creeping into his voice.

“Me. The company. Our family,” she replied, crossing her arms, a look of disapproval etched on her features.

“But, Mother, she’s the first girl to make me feel this way. I’m actually really happy.”

His mother sighed, her expression softening for just a moment before steeling again. “Heeseung, we already had this conversation a long time ago. And I don’t want to have to have it again.”

Heeseung’s eyes bore into his mother’s, a mix of frustration and desperation. “Can’t you just try to understand?” he pressed. “I know what our family’s expectations are, but she makes me feel like I can be myself. Isn’t that what you want for me?”

His mother hesitated, her facade cracking slightly. “You know how things are in our world, Heeseung. It’s not just about feelings. There are expectations-”

“Expectations that make me miserable!” he interrupted, his voice rising. “I’m not asking you to approve of her right now, but I need you to at least try to see why I like her.”

“I need time to think about this,” she said, a reluctant sigh escaping her lips.

“Then time is all I’m asking for,” Heeseung replied, his voice firm but gentle.

As the air slowly eased, Heeseung gave a glance with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

—

hee: can’t wait to see you, my love

hee: wear something warm :)

The next day was your and Heeseung’s date. He texted you that he was going to take you to a park that had pretty cherry blossoms, which is something you’ve wanted to do for so long.

As Heeseung stood at your front door, the afternoon air thick with anticipation. The soft glow of porch lights cast a warm hue over the two of you, and the world around felt still, as if it were holding its breath.

“Hey, you look cute in your scarf,” you giggle. “Is everything okay?” you asked, your brow furrowing slightly at the uncomfortable look in his eyes.

“Yes- no,” he replied, a mix of frustration and longing evident in his voice. He stepped closer, his gaze intense. “I just want to kiss you. I missed you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his confession, feeling warmth bloom in your chest before leaning in to kiss him. “I missed you too, Hee.”

Heeseung hesitated for a moment, his hands fidgeting at his sides.

“What’s wrong?” your tone shifted, concern creeping into his words.

“I don’t want to waste any more time,” he admitted. “I know you said we shouldn’t rush into being official, but I just want to be yours already.”

Your eyes widened, the spark of surprise quickly morphing into determination.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” he asked, his voice steady yet filled with an undercurrent of hope.

“Yes, Heeseung, you can be my boyfriend,” you replied, your words tumbling out with an undeniable certainty.

A grin broke across his face, and in that moment, all the uncertainty from the past few days melted away. He stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking until he cupped your face in his hands.

“Really? You mean it?”

“Of course,” you said, smiling widely.

Heeseung leaned in, closing the gap, and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as the warmth of his mouth sent a thrill through you. You melted into him, feeling his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer as if he were afraid to let go.

When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other. With a renewed sense of excitement and belonging, you took his hand, intertwining your fingers. The future for you suddenly felt bright and full of possibilities.

As for Heeseung, he knew that whatever the future held, it was just the beginning of something even more complicated and uncertain.

But he knew that everything would be okay as long as he had you in his world.

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