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Creeksbrey Palace | Umbrage, SimDonia
With Bria being KBE-less, she's got more time on her hands. When she's not wedding planning, she's renovating. During the unveiling of Emmitt and Bria's new shared office, she gets an unexpected call.
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Bria: Ta-da! Welcome to your new office!
Emmitt: Wow.
Bria: So, what do you think? Be honest.
Emmitt: I think it looks great.
Bria: Do you really? Because if not, we can change it all back.
Emmitt: No, I like that now we have a bigger family room where my office was.
Emmitt: I love your little art studio. Getting back into it?
Bria: Yeah, I’m hoping it will fill some of my free time. At least until we get our KBE plan in motion...
Emmitt: And most of all, I love that I get to work side by side with my beautiful wife.
Bria: I’m excited about that, too. Hopefully it works out for us.
Emmitt: It will. Thanks for working on this, my love.
Bria: Of course.
Staffer (knocks): Sorry to disturb you, Your Royal Highnesses but the Grand Duchess has a phone call.
Bria: From who?
Staffer: Her Majesty, ma'am.
#simdonia#chap 12#so home office eh? lol#lets focus on that instead of what's to come lol#sims of color#sims 4 story#sims 4 gameplay#ts4#royal sims#royal simblr#sim: bria#sim: emmitt
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flowers on the floor (kys) | part one.
—summary: when yeosang decided he was going to take a month-long vacation, he was mainly hoping to get away from his mundane routine and the stress of work. he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet you and build a connection unlike he’s ever known. when the end of his vacation nears, promises are made to keep the relationship alive, to keep it blossoming. but eventually, as the reality settles in and the distance continues to put a wedge into your relationship, you drop your end of the promise without any trace. despite the heartbreak, all yeosang can do is think about you— hoping the universe will lead you to each other again.
—pairing: kang yeosang x f!reader
—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers | fluff, angst, smut
—word count: 30k | playlist
—content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, somewhat of a love at first sight/soulmate kinda thing?, mentions of a broken family relationship, family pressures and high expectations, mentions of past hookups/flings, hints at a toxic relationship/ex, alcohol consumption and intoxication, lots of making out and kissing lol, little acts of affection, bar scenes, dancing, unprotected sex, slight choking, subtle marking, fingering/clit play, mentions of oral, mentions of phone sex, handjob, multiple orgasms, aftercare, ANGST ooof, crying, overthinking and insecurities (lots of it), sorry if i missed anything!!
Kang Yeosang is typically okay with routine.
He wakes up at 6am on the dot every day and gets himself ready for work. He grabs a banana or some boiled eggs for a quick breakfast, waiting until he arrives at the office at 8am to grab his hot cup of black coffee. He’s usually the first to be in the kitchen, helping himself to the fresh pot before Jongho, Chaerin and Wooyoung [in that order] walk in for their own servings. They gather around and chat for a bit before they head to their desks and get to work. They all work on the finance team as finance managers, preparing monthly reports and acting as liaisons between the company’s departments and outside vendors/customers. It’s a pretty flexible job, as long as they get what they need to get done and meet deadlines and attend required meetings. Most people are nice and hardworking, his boss is fairly understanding with most circumstances. Yeosang gets paid well, too. In the end, he can’t really complain. After his work day ends at 5pm, he heads straight to the gym for a good, long workout before he’s grabbing dinner to go or heading home to whip something up. He showers, gets comfortable, then hops on for a game of League before he’s laying in bed and watching useless Youtube videos.
Then, the routine starts all over again.
Lately though, the routine’s been frustrating. Annoying to deal with. Overwhelming. People had been leaving [either permanently or taking days off after days off], dumping all the work on him to take over. He’s been taking it without complaint, but for someone who hasn’t really taken time off in the past year, his patience was running thin. Body burning out. Everything suddenly felt so mundane. Monotonous. Maybe, he finally needed a break to do something different. Maybe, he just needed a break period. That’s why he’s taking a leave of absence for a month, that’s why Wooyoung’s sitting in the driver’s seat— his bestfriend of 10 years shooting him a weird look while he makes his way to the train station with Yeosang chillin’ in the front seat.
“Wow, you’re really doing this shit.”
“No, I just submitted my leave request for shits and giggles.” Yeosang looks at Wooyoung.
“What’re you even gonna do there for a month?”
“Be away from you and Jongho, and finally be at peace.”
“You’ll be missing us as soon as you hop off that train.”
“Right.”
“Seriously, what’re you gonna do there? I hope you find a fuckbuddy to keep you sane.”
“You know, we’re not all like you. Needing a new starting five every damn week.”
“Eh, and where’s the fun in that?” Woo teases with a small laugh. “Kidding. But also not. Really do hope you get laid while you’re on vacation.” Yeosang shakes his head and continues to look out the window, watching as the surroundings quickly pass him by. He’s honestly not sure what he’ll do over the month. He picked the town that seemed to match his vibe lately. Lowkey. Peaceful. Near the water. Convenience. Slow paced. He could spend his days at the beach and be completely content. Or, even sitting all day in the in-law he’s renting near the beach just listening to the water crash against the sand. Hell, beats another day sitting at his desk plugging in numbers and making graphs before answering passive aggressive emails from the operations department. Anywhere but here.
“You better be a good fucking friend and call me while you’re out there.” Wooyoung finally makes it to the train station and pulls up to the passenger drop-off to help Yeosang gather his things from the trunk.
“I will.”
“I’ll miss you.” Woo pouts as he pulls him into a hug.
“I’ll be back.” Yeo laughs. “Take care of Jongho and Chaerin while I’m gone.”
“Damn, Chaerin’s probably gonna cry while you’re away.”
“Stop that. She’ll be fine.” Yeo rolls his eyes at Woo’s teasing attempt. Everyone knew Chaerin had feelings for Yeo. Unfortunately, he just didn’t see her that way since he’s always considered her a good friend since they met. He didn’t wanna ruin things, didn’t wanna force something to be there when there wasn’t. He especially didn’t wanna hurt her.
“Have fun. Be safe. Enjoy yourself. Meet new people. Get some—”
“Okay, bye!” Yeosang cuts him off and drags his luggage and backpack to the entrance of the train station, waving his last goodbye to Wooyoung.
It’s 30 minutes before the train arrives, and Yeosang was able to grab some coffee and some snacks at the small store near the platform before hopping on, storing his luggage safely and settling into his seat. It’ll be a 4 hour train ride, and he made sure to bring the book he’s been needing to finish, while also downloading new episodes of a few podcasts he follows. It’ll be enough in between his tiny naps. He doesn’t mind the trek, truthfully. He might later when he hops off and finally stretches it out, but overall, the train ride is soothing.
When he finally steps foot off of the train, he does feel a little awkward and out of place since he hadn’t really treated himself to travels in awhile. But, he is excited to finally be away from work. Excited to be alone. He gives Wooyoung a quick call to tell him he’s made it and that he’s on his way to the in-law he’s renting. He makes it a point to tell him that it already feels different than being in the city, and he feels like he can breathe. Maybe then, Wooyoung wouldn’t keep pressing him about being gone for so long in a little town. Wooyoung surprisingly lets him be and is relieved to hear he’s made it safely, making Yeo promise to send him pictures knowing full well Yeo hates pictures of any sort. He agrees though, just to get him off his case and end the call on a light note.
He arrives at the in-law and the owners who live in the house above greet him with a warm smile. They give him the code to punch in at the door before sharing their number in case of any emergencies. Yeosang likes that it’s on the opposite end of the beach because of the quiet residential area. Plus, he still gets a good view being that the beach is basically at their doorstep. It’s soothing, really, really soothing. He takes his time washing up and unpacking, making himself feel at home away from home. By the time he’s settled and given himself time to rest, it’s about to be dinner. He checks for food around the area and finds a restaurant with raving reviews— people mainly boasting about the attractive staff working there, along with the delicious food and fun atmosphere. Despite that, it’s about a 15 minute walk down the road, and Yeosang can actually see it from where he’s at. It sounds worse than it actually is, though. There are no inclines or hills he has to conquer for dinner. For his first night, that seems to be a good option.
“Ayo! What can I get started for you?” Yeosang walks in and is immediately greeted by a tall, young man. He’s probably an inch or so taller than him. Sharp features. Short black hair. Piercing eyes.
“Uh, a beer sounds good. Any. Plus, popcorn chicken?.” Yeosang plops onto a high chair while a menu is slipped his way.
“That’s all?”
“Yeah, not too hungry.”
“Sounds good. It’ll be over shortly.” He gives Yeosang a tiny, toothless smile before he’s calling for someone about his food and meeting another tall male at the corner of the shop behind the registers. The other is standing at about 6’0, Yeosang thinks. He’s got a good build, deep voice that echoes throughout the shop—
“Hi!” You greet him warmly with a smile, putting a napkin down followed by a cold glass and his beer. “Hm, I feel like I haven’t seen you around here. Are you visiting?”
“Uh, yeah.” Yeosang gives you a very tiny, almost subtle toothless smile. He’s just a little surprised from you after being pulled out of his thoughts. His people-watching.
“I’m Y/N.” His eyes dart to your nametag before meeting your eyes again.
“Yeosang.” You look at Yeosang’s features, taking note of the beautiful birthmark near his eye, his sharp jawline, his brown hair softly framing his face. He must’ve caught on because his eyes are awkwardly drifting from you, around the room— back to you.
“Nice to meet you, Yeosang.” You giggle. “Let me know if you need anything then, happy to show you around the town, too!” You respond cheerfully and Yeosang is almost puzzled at the energy you’re giving towards a stranger like himself. A reserved, awkward stranger at that.
“Sounds good. Thanks.”
“I’ll be back with your food.” He nods. This time, it’s Yeosang’s turn to watch as you sway your hips and walk away from the table— greeting everyone along the way with that same smile, that same energy. Everything about you seems contagious, your laugh loud enough to bounce off the walls even with the music blasting through the speakers. But, it’s cute. It’s warm and oddly comforting to hear your laugh. It just reminds him that it’s the little things; that he’s here getting his time away from home to be in his own peace. Away from the familiar, from the hustle and bustle of the city life.
“Who is that guy? I feel like I’ve never seen him before.” Jungkook pushes the basket of popcorn chicken your way.
“Mm. A visitor.” You shrug.
“We don’t get a lot of those nowadays.” He laughs. “Looks like you were tryna get friendly on the dude?”
“Hush, I just want him to feel welcomed.” Jungkook smirks.
“Okay. You do that.” He leans over the counter. “Aye! Make sure that chicken actually makes it to him, too. You little thief.” You look over your shoulder and flip him off with a laugh.
“Bro, can one of you change the music?” You shout over to Keeho and Mingi standing off to the side, not working per usual.
“What’s wrong with the song?” Mingi furrows his brows at the Spotify playlist.
“It’s too slow. Give me Bad Bunny or something?”
“Girl, we are not at a club. There are elderly people here. Calm down.” Keeho looks through the playlist. “Let’s just put on Jungkook’s covers.” Him and Mingi laugh.
“Hey!” Jungkook yells from the kitchen. “I knew I should’ve never sent you guys my covers. Assholes.” He points the spatula their way. Eventually, they decide to stick with some 90s music, throwing on Bring It All To Me by Blaque and Nsync to kick off the playlist. You give the boys a thumbs up as you bob your head and dance to the beat, making your way over to Yeosang with his basket of popcorn chicken.
“Here you go.” You smile at him and he gives you a tiny one in response.
“Thank you.” He pokes at one with the toothpick, popping it into his mouth.
“How long are you here for?” You move around the table to be directly in his view.
“A month.” Your eyes widen.
“A month?! In this ‘lil town?”
“Well..” Yeosang looks at you, brows furrowed. “I’m from the city so it’s different. It’s just..” He pauses, not sure why he’s explaining himself to a complete stranger. You get it, though. You’ve been there. “It’s new scenery.”
“Are you visiting someone, or do you have specific plans?” Yeosang looks at you before shrugging.
“Not really. Am I supposed to?”
“Just wondering what’d you do out here for a whole month.” You give him a small smile.
“I plan to do nothing but enjoy myself. Didn’t really think that would be an issue.” He looks at you and you chuckle.
“No, of course not. That sounds like a good time. I hope you do enjoy yourself.” You pull out a pen from the apron’s pocket and scribble out your number on a napkin. “If you ever need some recommendations, text me. I’ll be happy to help.” You pass it along to him and he simply looks down at it. He doesn’t wanna be rude, but he is also grateful you offered. Though, the whole point of him coming out here was to be alone and be in his own peace. The last thing he wants to do is get wrapped up in something, someone, else when he doesn’t plan on staying or making this a frequent vacation destination.
“Cool, thanks.”
“Where are you staying?”
“An in-law studio down the street, opposite end of the beach.”
“Oh, cute.” You smile at him cutely again. “Well, enjoy your little vacation, Yeosang. It was nice meeting you. Is there anything else I can get you?”
“I’m all good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I should head out. I’m pretty exhausted from the trek over.”
“Okay then. You can call me when you’re ready to pay or pay upfront with Keeho.” You give him a little, innocent wink and Yeosang can’t help but think your attitude is cute. Enticing, even. But, he brushes it off quickly because he really doesn’t think he can afford to cling onto someone, rely on someone.
He is here for his own peace.
When Yeosang wraps up his dinner, he tidies up as much as possible at the table and grabs the napkin with your number before heading to the register to pay. Keeho quickly rings him up and sends him on his way, telling him to visit again soon. All Yeo can do in return is nod, taking a mint candy on the way out.
“Where’d you go for dinner?”
“Some restaurant down the street. Had good reviews.” Yeosang plops onto his bed after washing up and getting into his pajamas.
“Did you like it? How are the people there so far?”
“Good, I guess? The restaurant was cool. I just had something small to eat cause I wasn’t too hungry. The people working there were probably around our age. Lots of the reviews talked about the attractive staff.” Wooyoung snorts.
“Did they live up to your expectations?”
“Honestly, I can see why people are talking about it so much. The girl who served me was—”
“—Was a baddie?!”
“Dude, relax.” Yeosang laughs a bit. “She was pretty. Really outgoing.”
“Maybe she thinks you’re hot and wants to fuck.”
“We’re not all like you.” Yeosang repeats.
“Hey, it might be fun, though. You could use some friends while you’re there. Jeez. Ask her to hang out or something. Don’t be lame just cause you’re in a brand new town, that isn’t the point of getaway.” Yeosang doesn’t respond right away. All he can do is hum, letting Wooyoung continue to tell him that having new company will bring new memories, new stories, and he should really make the best out of his time there. For once, Wooyoung’s not entirely wrong.
The next couple of days, Yeosang sees you around town. Whether you’re helping carry tubs of fresh fish into the market, talking to the elderly at the community center or chopping it up with the barista at the nearby coffee shop. You are everywhere and nowhere all at once, and Yeosang feels like it’ll be hard to dodge you while being here. Not because he’s a careless, cold asshole but because he just finds his independence important. His top priority. His daily reminder of why he’s out here. But needless to say, even if he can’t dodge you, he finds that he isn’t entirely mad about it. When Yeosang sees you next, you’re hauling in heavy ass packs of water into another restaurant. He pauses for a second, watching how you easily lift up the pack and bring it inside, oblivious to his standing figure ahead. He finally pulls himself out of it and rushes over, blocking you from carrying the last pack.
“You shouldn’t be carrying that.” Yeosang says, grabbing the heavy pack of water into the restaurant and setting it down on the counter. “Be careful next time?”
“Thank you.” You smile sweetly at him. “Didn’t mean to put you to work on your vacay.” He chuckles.
“Nah, it’s nothing. I’m not gonna let you just haul that in.” You place your hand on your hip and giggle.
“What have you been up to, Yeosang? How’s town treating you?”
“Uh, good? I’ve just been walking around nearby. Hanging out at the beach.”
“Fun. You should talk to Mingi and Keeho at the restaurant, they love paddle boarding if you’re like.. interested in trying something new.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He tucks his hands into his pockets. “Do you work here, too?” You shake your head.
“Just like being a good neighbor and helping out whenever I can.” He nods.
“That’s sweet of you.”
“Gonna stop by the restaurant again tonight? There’s gonna be a bonfire and movie night event. We’ll be serving beer and all that good stuff.”
“Tonight?”
“The flyers are everywhere, silly.” You point at a flyer posted on the pole behind him. “Come, it’ll be fun.”
“Mm, I’ll think about it.” You cock your head to the side and slightly pout. “Sorry, it’s just not my thing. I..” Yeosang lets out a breath as he scratches at the back of his neck. “I probably sound really lame. But, lots of people. Noise. Gets kinda overwhelming.” He shrugs.
“I understand.” You give him a tiny toothless smile. “That’s okay! I promise it won’t be too crazy, and it’s pretty chill. But, totally up to you.”
“Thanks for extending the invite.” You nod. “Any more water to carry in?” You laugh.
“Nope! Thank you again. See you around?” Yeosang nods, watching as you step into the restaurant and start helping the middle-aged lady inside despite her playful efforts of shoo’ing you away. Yeosang shifts his gaze to his two feet, kicking at the rocks beneath them before walking down the path to the grocery store. He’s kinda cursing himself for sounding so fucking lame in front of you. Lots of people? Noise? What was he thinking? It wasn’t necessarily a lie, though— he actually doesn’t like to be in crowded places for long, doesn’t really like to party or do bonfires, socialize for long periods of time with people he doesn’t know well. Is the type of person to join a team dinner for the free food but will be gone in the next hour or so. Will join a work party because he feels obligated to show face for at least an hour before rushing home to get in bed. But, he’s cursing himself because he is on vacation, exploring new territory and breathing in new scenery. He should have some fun. He should’ve tried a little harder to sound a bit more interested.
“Jesus, Kang Yeosang.” He mutters to himself before shaking his head and heading off to the grocery store to grab some necessities for the studio.
That evening comes quickly, and Yeosang is pacing back and forth in his studio, wondering if he should just say fuck it and join the festivities. He’d say he decided pretty quickly despite the internal battle of what to wear— the stress and overthinking almost causing him to back out.
Sooner or later, he finds himself staring out at the restaurant and beach ahead of him; feet coming to a pause when he tries to scan the crowd from where he stands, suddenly trying to find a familiar figure— you. He slowly walks over, closing in on the crowd that has gathered around the huge bonfire on the beach while the screen is getting blown up on the side to prepare for the movie. He’s pretty late, maybe a good hour and a half since everything started. No one seems to pay him any mind, and it’s almost enough to make Yeosang turn right back around and slip back into his—
“Yeosang!” He hears a familiar voice call his name from behind, allowing his body to relax a bit. “You came!” You smile from ear to ear, placing a basket full of fried squid down for the people lounging nearby.
“Couldn’t hurt to check it out.” You chuckle.
“You’ll enjoy it. Promise. Want me to grab you some beer? Any food?”
“Beer is good. Thank you.” He gives you a tiny, toothless smile. You give him a nod in acknowledgement before you scurry off into the restaurant and grab a beer bottle.
“Hey, he came?” Jungkook comes out from the kitchen, taking a break from all the cooking he’s been doing.
“Yeah.”
“Must like you.”
“Can you give it a break?” You laugh a bit. “He’s exploring a new town for a month.”
“Cute.” He wiggles his eyebrows, following you out onto the front patio that flows onto the beach.
“Here.” You hand Yeosang the bottle. “This is Jungkook, by the way. Our main chef. Jungkook, Yeosang.”
“Nice to meet you. Hope she hasn’t been running you up the wall already.” You nudge him and he lets out a small yelp, hand over his stomach before his free hand reaches for a hand shake. “Kidding—fuck.”
“Nice to meet you, too.” Yeosang chuckles.
“Oh, hey. You were at the restaurant a couple of days ago. I rang you up.” Keeho and Mingi come from the side of the restaurant, hauling out a cooler full of more beer and canned cocktails. “Keeho. Mingi.” He points to himself before pointing at Mingi.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Movie’s about to start in the next 15 minutes.” Jungkook pops open one of the cans and drags a chair out to the sand, greeting people along the way before he finds a good spot.
“Gonna stay for the movie?” Mingi asks Yeosang. He can’t help but shift his attention to you for a brief second, hoping you’d have the answer for whatever reason. You look up at him with those cute, doe-eyes, subtly nodding with a small smile creeping up at the corner of your lips.
“Yeah, for a bit.” He returns his attention to Mingi.
“Cool. There’s some bean bags there you can grab to sit on!” Him and Keeho start heading out to sit next to Jungkook and a few other people from town.
“Come.” You call him over towards the bean bags set off to the side. “We can sit over here, give us some distance from people.” You drag a bean bag near the side, still good to see the screen but distant enough so you weren’t mixed within the crowd.
“I— You don’t have to sit here and be away from your friends.” You laugh and plop down onto the bean bag.
“Trust me, it’s nice to be away from them. I see them every day.” Yeosang slowly nods, setting his bean bag next to yours.
“What movie’s playing?”
“Dune.”
“Interesting.” Yeosang looks around as he settles into the bag comfortably, legs slightly spread while he leans back. “Are people gonna be out here for the entire movie?”
“Mhm. You really don’t have to stay for the entire thing, though.” You point at the restaurant. “Do you wanna share some snacks? Candy? Popcorn?”
“Sure? Anything you grab is good with me.” You give him a tiny smile before heading to the restaurant and scooping a big helping of the candy salad you, Keeho and Mingi made earlier for people to help themselves to. It had some sour worms, gummy bears, other gummies and fruity candy.
When you get back, the movie is already starting and the chatter from people has died down around you. The night is perfect— the stars are painting the skies, the temperature perfectly warm and still. Yeosang is already paying full attention to the movie, finding interest in it that he didn’t think he’d have initially. You gently nudge him with the bowl, allowing him to snack on a few gummies. At some point, Yeosang accidentally dips his hand into the bowl at the same time as you; grazing your hand slightly and flinching at the contact. He lets out a low ‘sorry,’ shifting in his seat at the awkward encounter. When it finally hits the 2-hr mark, you’re actually getting kinda tired of sitting there and don’t think you can wait until the rest of the 30 mins or so are up. It had been a long day, and as much as you wanna hang out and kick it ‘till the end, you find your body getting hit with exhaustion earlier than expected. You stand to your feet and head back into the restaurant, cleaning up what you can to give the boys less work later on.
“Need help?” You turn to find Yeosang standing there, hands dug into his pockets as you wash a few dishes and set them on the drying rack.
“No. The boys can handle the rest.” You dry off your hands. “Thank you, though.”
“Are you heading back to the movie?”
“Probably not. I think I’m gonna call it a night, exhaustion hit me out of nowhere.”
“Can I walk you?”
“I’ll be fine. You should catch the rest of it, you looked like you were into it!” You giggle.
“I can always catch it another time.” You stare into his eyes for a brief second before clearing your throat and nodding, tossing the paper towel away before grabbing your things.
“What, you’re leaving?! That’s new.” Keeho says, coming into the restaurant to place a few more dirty dishes off to the side.
“Exhausted, my dude.” He looks at you up and down before looking at Yeosang, patiently waiting off to the side of the restaurant for you.
“Mhm. Sure.” He says lowly. “Let me know how it goes.”
“Just walking me home.”
“Uh huh, that’s how it all starts.” You snort and punch him on the bicep.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Aye, you’re opening, remember!” Keeho calls out as you meet Yeosang. You wave in acknowledgement before heading out, throwing on your bag strap and letting it hang over your shoulder. The walk is pretty quiet at first, but it isn’t uncomfortable for you. Maybe for Yeosang, but not you. He’s the first to break the silence though, surprising you again with his curiousity.
“Do you work at the restaurant every day?”
“For the most part. Otherwise I’m either around town or helping at the animal shelter.”
“The animal shelter?” You nod.
“One of my favorite things to do.”
“That’s cool.”
“Have you found anything interesting while you’ve been here? Anything you’re planning to do?”
“Mm, not really. To be honest, I just wanted to get away from the city. There wasn’t a huge goal to explore the town or find new hobbies.” He looks at you before looking down at his feet.
“Well, I’m sure either way you’ll find things to enjoy.” You point down the street. “I just live right over there, by the way. You don’t really have to walk me all the way.”
“It’s alright.”
“Did you at least enjoy hanging out a bit?”
“Yeah. T’was nice to see people get together.”
“It’s a small town. We don’t have much to do in the first place.” You laugh. “Everyone’s really chill, though. Soon, you’ll be able to pick out familiar faces, overhear the same names being thrown around, get used to who is working where, what the restaurant specialties are.”
“I think I’m slowly getting there.” Yeosang looks at you.
“Besides me, silly.” You continue to keep eye contact with him. “Hey. Do you have any siblings?”
“No.”
“Are your parents from the city?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you close to them?”
“As can be, I guess?”
“Hm.” You hum. “So, you see them often?”
“I do.” You look down at your feet, and it’s easy for Yeosang to tell that something is on your mind. He won’t pry though, he doesn’t necessarily think he has the right to. Nor is it his place to.
“They were okay with you up and leaving for a month?” He shrugs.
“I mean, I am coming back.” He chuckles a bit. “They understood.”
“That’s nice.” Is all you respond with.
“Soo..” Yeosang kicks at the rocks. “You’re working the early shift tomorrow then..?”
“To the shelter.”
“I see.”
“What do you plan to do?”
“I don’t know. Hang out at the beach some more?”
“When are you gonna stop by the restaurant again?” You giggle, treading up the hill before turning the corner to your building. The building isn’t entirely fancy, nor is it completely run down. It’s cozy enough to house 18 units— your studio one of two on the very first level. Yeosang pauses in his steps when he sees you fishing for your keys in your bag, doing his best to give you space and not wanting to intrude.
“One of these days.”
“You plan to be back?” Yeosang chuckles a bit and nods.
“At some point during my month’s stay I’m gonna have to.”
“Thanks for walking me home. Hope you enjoyed tonight, even though we didn’t finish the movie and stuff.” He gives you a toothless smile.
“Yeah.”
“Goodnight.” You look at him once more before unlocking the lobby door, stepping in to make your way to your safe space.
In the next few days, you run into Yeosang a lot. Even if it’s inevitable with how small the town is, there are people in town that you don’t see for weeks on end. For reasons why, you aren’t sure. Wrong timing, other plans, your own schedule being pretty busy between the restaurant and the shelter. But you’ve been seeing Yeosang every day since he walked you home; whether it be across the street, a glimpse at the convenience store, checking out at the grocery store, at the beach. You’re not gonna lie, Yeosang is attractive, but there’s more to him and you’re curious to find out. You want to know more about him, why he’s here for a month, why he decided he needed a break from the city. Something about him is intriguing to you.
Tonight, you’re wrapping up at the shelter; folding the remaining washed blankets and towels from the dryer before taking out the trash. To your surprise, Yeosang is walking down the street from the nearby gym and sauna, spotting you first before you even have the chance to.
“Y/N?” He stops in his tracks, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. You turn just as you toss the hefty trash bag into the dumpster, safely removing your gloves from each hand before tossing them into the bin as well.
“Oh hey you!” You wave and smile at him, and for some reason, it’s starting to make Yeosang weak. You always show off the beautiful smile and that same energy, it’s no wonder you pull everyone in.
“Is this the shelter?” Yeosang asks, eyeing the building. It’s rather small, and there’s not much of a giveaway that it’s a shelter. Still, Yeosang feels kinda silly for asking.
“Mhm. Come!” You wave him in as you stand at the back door.
“Uh. I’m kinda gross and sweaty from the gym.”
“I really don’t care.” You laugh. “Come. I can show you the babies.” Yeosang doesn’t say anything in response, and instead, walks in while tugging his duffle bag close. “You can leave your bag here. It’s just me and I’ll be closing up soon.” You show him to the laundry room. Yeosang sits his bag on the counter before following you out of the back area and into the shelter itself— dogs in individual rooms, while cats, bunnies and a few other small animals [snakes, birds] are off to two other rooms at the other end. “The wildlife center and vet are in the building next door. I don’t go there much unless they need extra hands, but that’s rare.”
“Woah.” He mutters to himself when he sees the huge, black doberman peacefully sleeping in his room. He slowly walks past and smiles at the tiny maltese next door, looking up at him from the cot; big, brown doe eyes that could easily melt someone’s heart. “How cute.”
“Isn’t she? This is Piper.” You point at the maltese. “That’s Ro.” You point at the doberman. “Piper was found wandering the streets, no one came looking for her.” You pout a bit. “She’s five. Ro was surrendered by his family. His owner had a stroke and is in the hospital, and no one else in the family can take care of him. He’s 8.”
“That’s sad.” Yeosang responds softly as he stands next to you, your own shoulder only inches away from his chest. “How long have they been here?”
“Piper’s been here for about a month, while Ro has been here for 4.” You show him to the other rooms down the aisle. “Sahara, Thor, Rocky, Storm, Bruce.” You continue to tell him their name, their ages, how long they’ve been here and for what reason. The remaining dogs are a mix of chihuahas, huskies and labrador mixes. Yeosang watches as you gently coo at the dogs when they come to their door, keeping your hand on the glass to provide some sort of comfort from the other end. He smiles a bit to himself when you baby the dogs. It’s incredibly cute and sweet, and it’s obvious just how much you love being here and how much this work means to you.
You continue to take him through the rest of the adoptable animals, earning small chuckles when you tell him some cute, funny stories about your time at the shelter. It’s then that you reveal you’ve always wanted to work with animals and that it’s still eventually your goal to climb up somehow. Maybe work at a more established vet or pet hospital. Aquarium, even. Anything that’ll keep you close to them will do. Yeosang doesn’t really question why you just don’t go for it yet— he’s more of a listener than a talker, and he understands that most people won’t divulge unless they’re ready to or feel comfortable enough to. So, as always, he lets it be. Listens to your soothing voice as you continue around the shelter before you’re doing one last walkthrough and making sure all water bowls are full. You head to the back once you’re done, reuniting Yeosang with his belongings.
“Thanks for showing me around.”
“Course.”
“Can I walk you home again?” You shut off the lights to the laundry room and head out the back door, slipping the key in to lock it up for the night.
“You sure? I still have to grab some dinner.”
“I don’t mind. I want to.” He says, and it makes you smile. “Besides, the air feels really nice right now. I’m still a bit worked up from the gym session.” You laugh.
“It’s quite chilly tonight.” You shiver at the breeze that comes through. Yeosang digs through his duffle bag and pulls out the zip-up hoodie he wore over, handing it over to you.
“Here.”
“Oh, no. Yeosang, I’m fine, I don’t—” Before you know it, he’s unzipping the jacket and draping it over your shoulders. He avoids eye contact though, it’s easy to tell he doesn’t really do these things or that it’s out of his element. “Thank you.” You say softly, hoping to reassure his actions.
“You’re welcome.”
“I’m just gonna grab stuff from the convenience store.” You lead the way and skip along to the convenience store just down the street. “I won’t be long.”
“Take your time.” He follows you into the store anyway, watching as you happily grab some ramen and onigiri off the shelves. A hotdog. String cheese. Chocolate ice cream.
“Need anything?”
“I’m good. I stocked up on some groceries so I should definitely put them to use and cook some meals.”
“Share an ice cream with me at least?” You grab another chocolate ice cream from the freezer.
“Sure.” You laugh as you bring your items to the cashier, helping bag the items before you’re finally out the door and indulging in your ice cream with Yeosang. You look at him again, eyeing the loose muscle tank he has on with his sweats. Ogling a tiny bit at his body through the tank.
“Good on you for keeping up with the gym while you’re away from home.” He chuckles.
“A stress reliever.”
“I bet. Jungkook goes to that gym often, pretty late though since he’s always at the restaurant.”
“Does he own the restaurant?”
“His family does. They pop in from time to time, but Jungkook has taken over for the most part.”
“I see. I’m guessing you’ve known them for awhile?” You smirk.
“Enough for me to be liked and hired.”
“How long have you known Keeho and Mingi?”
“Mm, I’ve known all of them for a bit over 2 years. Mingi and Keeho were at the restaurant before me, but I just got close to them as I started there.”
“Where were you before that, if you don’t mind me asking?” You smile.
“Yeosang is interested in getting to know me?” He laughs a bit and shakes his head.
“I’m just curious, but you don’t have to share if you don’t wanna.”
“I was in school. Around. Getting my life together— well, still am I guess.”
“Hm.” He hums. “We’re not that far apart. I graduated 3 years ago.”
“What’d you graduate in, and where do you work?”
“Business. I work as a finance manager for a pharmaceutical company.”
“Woah, big shot.” He laughs shyly.
“No, not even.”
“Do you like it?” He shrugs.
“Yeah, I can’t complain. I’ve met my good friends there.”
“That’s always nice, isn’t it?” You look up with a toothless smile before eating more of your chocolate ice cream. “That’s always the best. I’m sure they miss you.”
“Ah, they’re doing alright. They can survive.” You nod.
“Hey, have you gone hiking yet at the falls?” He raises a brow.
“You guys have that here?” You snort.
“You’re funny. You’d have to go back to the outskirts to find the trail.” You start walking backwards to keep your eyes on him. “We should go one day, yeah? Maybe I can show you to other spots further in town.”
“Sure, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t. I haven’t gone hiking in awhile and it’s perfect right now. The water is probably rushing through the cascades, making it all pretty and everything.”
“When are you free?”
“This weekend. I finally have it off after some months.”
“You’d be okay spending your free weekend showing me around?”
“I wouldn’t have offered at the restaurant if I didn’t want to.” You giggle and Yeosang feels his heart do some flips. Familiar with the unfamiliar— he hadn’t felt this in a long, long time. Though, he didn’t expect to feel it with a stranger he had bumped into on his little vacation away from home. Wasn’t even his goal and he didn’t mean to do so, but here he is. Going about every day growing more curious about you.
“Well, just remember this if you ever use it against me.” You laugh loudly and turn to start skipping ahead towards your building.
“I will.” You toss your empty ice cream container into the trash, with Yeosang following suit. “Thanks for walking me home again.” You unzip his jacket and hand it over to him. “I’m only a few steps away from warmth.” He gently takes his jacket back.
“No biggie. These walks help me get my steps in, but thanks for the ice cream? It’s like a reward.”
“Of course.” You give him another sweet smile, eyes locked onto his but it doesn’t make him the least bit uncomfortable. “At least stop by the restaurant tomorrow. Breakfast is good.” He gives you a small, reassuring smile; tugging on his bag strap before shifting his weight from one foot to another.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Goodnight, Yeosang.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He waits until you’ve slipped through the lobby door, turning on his heel with a small smile on his face, finding comfort in your presence that it feels a little difficult to walk away. He does walk away though because he finds himself uninteresting. Even if he stayed to hang out, how could he entertain you and keep you interested?
“Yeosang’s out there.” Jungkook nods towards the street, watching Yeosang finish up a run.
“I told him to come by for breakfast.” He smirks at you before setting the napkins into the holder on the table.
“Oh, you did now?”
“Jeon Jungkook.” You give him a look and he snorts.
“So, remind me again— you were or weren’t trying to get friendly on the dude?”
“It doesn’t hurt to have a friend while he’s around! I offered to show him further into town and take him on the hike.”
“Cute.” He laughs. “Make sure he doesn’t hurt you though, or else I’ll come with my spatula and shit.”
“Or, make sure this girl doesn’t go toying around with his feelings.” Keeho adds, sliding into the main dining area from the back. “Right?” Keeho looks at you and you roll your eyes.
“Not even.”
“What about that one dude that stayed here for a few months? You had a ‘lil fling with him before he ended up leaving cause he hated seeing you around after you rejected him.” Keeho puckers his lips. “Months of tussling in the bed ain’t give him nothing but heartbreak. Sheesh.”
“Okay, I didn’t plan for that to happen! And he was weirdly possessive even while we were messing around. I already told him I wasn’t looking for anything serious at the time.”
“She did tell him.” Jungkook shrugs. “And I do have to say, he was a little weird. Too clingy and needy. At the restaurant every hour. Couldn’t give Y/N space to breathe for someone who’s a fuckbuddy.”
“What about Keeho’s friend that visited? I forgot his name.” Mingi chimes in, helping himself to a bowl of breakfast.
“Don’t remind me, dude. He still cries about it.”
“So dramatic.” You cross your arms. “My bad for not wanting something serious during those times. You can’t say I didn’t tell them because I did.”
“Mm, but you were pretty harsh about it in the end, too. You blocked him on everything and acted like he didn’t exist. That’s why he still fucking cries about it.” You shake your head.
“What’re you planning with him?” Mingi cuts in as he watches Yeosang’s figure, still on his way towards the restaurant. “He genuinely looks like a good guy.”
“Why do I need to have a plan, Mingi?” You shoot him a look. “He’s cool. Just trying to be a good friend to him while he’s around.”
“Mhm. Won’t be surprised when you start batting those little eyelashes and twirling your hair in front of him. Go ahead then, bae.” Keeho smacks his lips together before walking off to tend to the customers that just walked in. When Yeosang finally arrives, he’s in a windbreaker and pants, his hair still beautifully parted and intact despite the small breeze outside. He looks incredibly ethereal for someone who had just gone on a run, and it almost makes you buckle at the knees the more you stare.
“Hey.” You break your thoughts and smile at him. “You made it!”
“Someone told me I could grab a good breakfast here.” You laugh and show him to a table, letting him get comfortable.
“Whoever it was, was right. How was your run?”
“A good long 3 miles.”
“You’re insane.” You snort. “Gym last night, 3 miles in the morning? You basically ran around town.” He laughs and shakes his head.
“I just needed to get my cardio in. Definitely didn’t enjoy it.”
“Well, do you have anything specific in mind for breakfast or can I surprise you?”
“A surprise sounds nice.”
“Got you.” You gently tap the table before heading to the back, putting in an order for today’s breakfast special. You fill up a glass full of freshly squeezed orange juice and take it to the table before dropping off food to the other customers.
“Got a plate for your man.” Jungkook slides the breakfast special to you, making you chuckle.
“You’re a piece of shit. Thank you.” You raise the plate before sticking out your tongue and walking off to Yeosang again. “Enjoy.” You look at him with a small smile, watching his eyes light up at the food on the plate. He immediately digs in and nods happily, making you giggle at how cute he looks right now.
“Please tell Jungkook he’s an amazing cook.”
“Never. He’ll never let it go.” You laugh. “But sure, I’ll make sure to relay the message for you. Any other plans today?” He shakes his head.
“Not that I know of yet.” You nod, looking back at new customers that need assistance.
“Well. Let me know if you need help figuring it out.” You slide him a few napkins. “Sorry, I’ll be back to check on you later.” You rush over to the customers and greet them happily, they can’t help but smile and laugh along with you. Yeosang doesn’t mean to let his eyes linger for long, but he finds your energy captivating and he’s got a pull to you.
It doesn’t help that the restaurant gets quite busy during peak breakfast hours and you’re barely checking in on him. He feels a bit lonely, though he knows you’re at work and he shouldn’t expect to converse with you much.
“I’m so sorry, it just got really busy out of nowhere.” You pout a bit when you finally stop by to grab his empty plate. “Can I get you anything else?” He shakes his head.
“Don’t worry, Y/N.” He chuckles. “I’m all good.” You rush over to drop his empty dishes in the dirty pile, grabbing his check to hand over.
“I’ll see you around?” You give him a smile before you run off again, leaving him to take the check to Mingi at the front.
“Enjoy your breakfast?” Yeo nods.
“Yeah, it was great.”
“Any other plans for the day?”
“Nah, not yet. Probably hang out at the beach tonight, figure out the rest later.”
“That’s always a good one. Get Y/N to go with you. She’s usually out there at night from time to time.”
“Oh, really? Doing what?”
“Just to chill. She also tries to collect shells, but I swear, they’re all the same out there. I don’t know what else she wants.” Mingi shakes his head. “Anyway, see you next time, my guy.”
“Sounds good.” Yeosang slips a tip into the tip jar before heading back out to his humble abode. When he gets back, he takes a good shower and plops onto the bed in a new change of clothes. He pulls up the game on his phone to play for a bit before researching a few more things to do in the coming weeks. But, he isn’t sure what’s worth visiting and what’s worth passing on. Then, he falls asleep for a good hour or so [maybe nearing 2] before he gets up and decides to stop being boring. He’ll explore around the other end of town, see what places are around and what scenic views he can take pictures of. Then.. what?
He remembers he still has your number in his jacket, and he’s considering taking up the offer of letting you show him around [or at the very least, guide him to places he should visit]. When he gets back from his trek around the opposite end of town with a few goodies in hand, he realizes it’ll be dinner soon and that he should really decide on what to do tonight. He whips the number out of his jacket pocket and stares at it for a good while, wondering if he should just say fuck it and text you.
Yeah, well. Fuck it. What does he have to lose at this point?
[unknown number]: hey, it’s yeosang
[you]: hey you ☺️ you’re actually putting my number to use?! lol
[yeosang]: lol yeah sorry, i just don’t really wanna be a bother to anyone
[you]: you aren’t! how can i help?
[yeosang]: if you’re free.. i was wondering if you’d like to hang out at the beach?
[yeosang]: also don’t feel obligated, i just thought it’d be nice cause the weather .. and i haven’t really had the chance to hang out there
[yeosang]: plus.. i don’t know any other places just yet..
[yeosang]:i’m rambling lol i'm sorry
[you]: nooooo you’re not! i’d love to join! i can meet you near the paddleboard rentals? i’ll bring some food!
[yeosang]: you don’t have to bring food!
[you]: i want to! i’ll be there in 30 mins.
[yeosang]: sounds good!
Yeosang smiles to himself as he goes through the fridge and kitchen to see if there’s anything he can bring. He does have an unopened soju bottle that he decides on bringing, in case you wanted to have a drink with him while eating good food. Plus, water. Can’t go wrong with water. And he’s glad he did because when he finally sees you near the paddleboard rentals, you’re hauling food on food on food.
“Why’d you bring so much food?” Yeo laughs as he watches you roll out the blanket for you two to sit on. You take the initiative to sit down and pat the space next to you. Yeosang gently places the food down in front of you before sticking the soju bottle into the sand to keep it standing upright.
“I just wanted to make sure we had enough!” You pop open the tupperwares of ramen and side dishes, handing Yeosang a small plate for him to use. “You brought soju! I love this one!”
“Does that give me brownie points?” You laugh.
“Yeah, it does. Mind if I open it?”
“Go for it.” You pop open the soju and pour some for both you and Yeosang in the paper cups you have. “Cheers!” You tap your cup against his before you both take the shots to the next, instantly feeling the warmth run down your throat and into your tummy. “What else did you do today?”
“Nothing besides walk down the opposite end of town.”
“Like actually?”
“I don’t really know where to go, so I was gonna wait for you to show me and tell me.” You playfully gasp.
“Finally using little ol me for more help?!”
“Unless you take it back, then fine whatever.. I’ll get around.” He pretends to act upset.
“Never.” You giggle and pour another shot. “Of course. First, we gotta tackle that hike. I’ll send you some places too over text so you can check them out when you have time.”
“You won’t come along?” You smile at him and hand his cup.
“I wish I could, but you know, work. The shelter. Helping around town.”
“Right..” Yeosang nods, silently tapping his cup against yours before taking the shot. The sun finally rests below the horizon and you and Yeosang are still talking about town and the little things here and there. You find that it’s really easy to talk to him, even if he doesn’t chime in much. He listens, and he can admit your voice is always nice to hear. The both of you indulge in the food in between sipping on the soju and discussing random things you both like and dislike.
At some point, there’s a pause in the conversation, and you’re just looking out at the sea, the night sky.
Yeosang is taking pictures of his surroundings and he turns his camera your way. He decides to ask for permission first before snapping a photo you don’t even wanna be in.
“I’m just taking pictures. Are you okay with that?” You laugh at how cutely awkward the question comes out of his mouth.
“No worries, I don’t mind. Should I pose or act natural? Candid?”
“Just do whatever feels natural.” He says, snapping a photo of you looking out at the view. “I promised my bestfriend I’d take photos even though I usually don’t.”
“Your bestfriend, hm?”
“Yeah. His name is Wooyoung, and he’s a level 10 pain in the ass. He’s definitely gonna ask to see them. If not, maybe my parents.”
“Cute. I agree with Wooyoung. Do it for the memories.”
“Taking his side already and you haven’t even met him.”
“I just agree, okay.” You laugh before leaving a pause in the conversation again. “It’s nice that you seem close with your parents.” You blurt all of a sudden, making Yeosang turn to you as you continue to look out at the water.
“I mean, we’re okay. We aren’t perfect.” He adds. “Why do you say that? Are you not close to yours?” He realizes he’s never really heard you talk about your family like that, nor has he even tried to ask. To be honest, he just doesn’t want to be in your business and make you uncomfortable. But, you seemed to open up first tonight, so he’ll continue to go with it.
“No.” You let out a tiny, pathetic chuckle before shaking your head. “They keep trying to force their own plans and dreams on me. Trying to make me something I’m not.”
“I’m sorry. When was the last time you talked to them?”
“They still try to text or call from time to time but I don’t respond.”
“I’m assuming they don’t know you’re here.” Yeosang catches on quick. He won’t judge though, he gets it. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do to find some peace. Ain’t the easiest decisions, but worth it for that moment of clarity and calmness.
“No, they don’t. They keep trying to figure it out, but over time, they’ve kinda learned to just let me be. We had a really bad fight before I upped and left.”
“Does anyone know you’re here?”
“My cousin. He’s the closest thing I’ve had to a little brother.”
“That’s good, at least. He checks up on you?”
“He does.” You turn to Yeosang and give him a toothless smile.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what were your parents trying to force on you?”
“I come from a strong, scientific and medical family. If they’re not doctors or nurses, they’re working in research with advanced degrees.”
“Oof.” Yeosang audibly says and you giggle. “Your mom and dad?”
“My dad is a neurosurgeon and my mom is a nurse.”
“Okay, well. I see they’d have big fucking expectations.”
“You think?” You laugh.
“And you wanna work with animals, right?”
“I do. I’ve always wanted take care of animals. Be around them. Maybe work in a vet. Aquarium? Sanctuary? Idk what or where exactly.”
“Makes sense.” He nods, realizing why you’re so passionate about the shelter and the work you do there. “I mean, that’s kinda close, no? Animals are technically considered science or.. related.” Yeosang shrugs.
“Mm, they don’t look at it that way, though. I either have to be a nurse or doctor. Or a professor, or researcher, with a PhD in hand. Or else I got a kiddy job.” You chuckle. “Oh well. Maybe one day they’ll accept that I’m just different from them.”
“They will. I know it’s not really my place to say this but I’m sure they’re realizing and they miss you.”
“Yeah.” Is all you say. “Can I ask you something a little more personal?”
“Uh, sure. I don’t do nudes, though.” You playfully punch him on the bicep.
“No, you idiot.” You laugh. “Are you dating someone? Or well, I guess you would’ve come here with them if you were, right? I dunno. Maybe you needed space from them, too.” You shake off the thoughts to let him answer. Cute, he thinks.
“No, I’m not.”
“Interesting.”
“Okay, now why do you say that?”
“I don’t know, you’re good looking as hell?” He laughs.
“Thanks.” You can see him shying away from the compliment, smiling down at the sand and biting his lip from letting it grow too big. “I haven’t dated since college. My ex and I broke up after graduation because we were just busy and living two different lives. No bad blood, though.” You nod.
“You haven’t had any flings or like, hookups? One night stands?”
“No. Well.” He pauses. “I take that back. I have, but they never lasted for long. I— uh, I have a hard time doing that cause I’m someone who likes to be emotionally invested, too. I don’t know how people do it without letting emotions get involved.”
“That’s valid. I won’t argue with that.” You sip on your water. “What about at work?”
“What do you mean at work?”
“You haven’t dated anyone from work?”
“God, no. Do you know how messy that sounds?” You snort.
“My bad. You’re right.”
“I think.. one of my good friends has feelings for me, though.”
“So, why not go for it?” He looks at you for a second while he thinks about his response, then turns to the sky.
“Honestly, I just don’t see her that way. I tried to see where it’d go, don’t get me wrong. But, we’re good as friends. I don’t wanna ruin that and I especially don’t wanna hurt her.”
“You’re sweet.”
“Am I? I feel terrible because I feel like I’m already hurting her.”
“How so? It’s not like you two decided on anything, right?” He shakes his head.
“No. She doesn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable or force anything. But since it’s not something we’ve talked about, I almost feel like she thinks that window will always be open. Like she’ll have a chance eventually. I just can’t see her like that, though. Really.” He lets out a breath. “Sorry, I probably sound like a broken record?”
“Stop apologizing, Yeosang. You don’t. I like hearing you talk.” You smile. “If it makes you feel better, you’re not an asshole and you’re not hurting her. You won’t. Most guys won’t even take the time to think about things like this. The time will come when you two have to address it, and I know you’ll be honest about it. It’ll probably sting for her, but I’m sure she’ll be grateful and it’ll be more than what she can ask for. Instead of you leading her on and actually making her think she has a chance, you know?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Cut yourself some slack.” You nudge him a bit.
“What about you?”
“Relationships?” He nods. “Uh, well. My ex and I broke up and it was pretty nasty. Other than that, I’ve had the unserious, young love high school relationship.”
“When did you guys break up?”
“Mm. Let’s just say it wasn’t too, too long ago.” You look down at your hands. “Yeah, it was not pretty.” He can tell you’re not willing to open up about this part of your life, and that’s okay. Maybe one day, before he leaves, you’ll confide in him about it. He can only hope you are okay. You wanna say that it was just right after graduation, though. You wanna tell Yeosang that not only did you feel like you were losing your parents, but your relationship, too. You wanna tell him he was a fucking cheater and treated you like shit, too. You ran here because of him and your family. You ran because it was the easiest thing to do to get away from the pain and hurt, the betrayal. But, you keep silent. Yeosang is becoming someone you enjoy. You like his company and you don’t wanna scare him off with your silly problems, and your trust and self-esteem issues.
“Does it still bother you?” You shake your head.
“Not at all.” You lie. Because yes, it does. It still hurts, and you still don’t understand what you did wrong. The only thing that’s different now is that you’ve managed to put a cap on it and continue on with your life hoping one day, someone will see your worth.
“Good. Whatever happened, hope you know it wasn’t your fault and your ex was a piece of shit.” You laugh loudly and push him teasingly.
“How would you even know it was his fault, hm? What if it was me?!”
“I don’t know if it’s his fault but he still played a part in it, so I stand by what I said.” You giggle.
“You’re funny.”
“Glad you at least think so.” He smiles at you, and lets his eyes linger for a little longer than usual. The moonlight is hitting you perfectly at all angles and Yeosang can’t help but think about how fucking pretty you are. So much for going solo on this trip. He might just be tipsy, but he’s actually looking forward to spending more time with you. A fresh face to get to know and hang out with. Someone equally intriguing and personable. Yeosang knows you’ll be a problem for him and he doesn’t care to look at the consequences right at this moment.
“What?” You look at him and he snorts.
“Nothing.”
“What? Do I have something on my face?!” He laughs.
“No, no. It’s not that.”
“Then, what?! You’re making me shy.” He shakes his head.
“You’re pretty.” He clears his throat. “I mean, t-the moonlight. It looks pretty on you.”
“Well, thanks.” You giggle. “The moonlight looks pretty on you, too.” You lick your lips. “So, the hike this weekend. Wanna meet up at my apartment around 6am?”
“6am?!” Yeosang’s tone raises. “Jesus Christ. Why so early?”
“Unless you wanna hike underneath the afternoon sun and die?!”
“Okay, point taken.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
“6am it is, then.”
“Jeez, contain your excitement or something.” You tease, continuing to eat at your plate. “Hey. What’s your last name?”
“Kang. Kang Yeosang.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“And yours?”
“Y/L/N.”
“Pretty.” He mutters. You’re having to break contact first, beginning to clean up the mess around you to distract yourself from Yeosang.
“Anyway, all good?” You finish your food and point at the nearly empty containers of food still sitting around.
“Mhm. Thank you. Can I repay you for the food?”
“No, I offered, silly. It didn’t take me long to make.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. Let me get this cleaned up. I wanna head out to the water before we go.” Yeosang quietly helps you clean up and pack the tupperwares into the bag before rolling up your blanket. You set it aside before stepping closer to the water, Yeosang trailing behind as he watches you crouch down and pick at the sand.
“What’re you doing, Y/N?” He asks with a small chuckle.
“There’s a crab. He’s trying to get into his new shell.” He watches as you help the hermit crab inhabit a new shell and he thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen in such a long time. “All good!” You watch as the hermit crab waddles away in its new home before picking up another shell nearby. “Isn’t it pretty?” You show him.
“It is.”
“Thanks for inviting me to hang out.” You walk back to towards your stuff, Yeosang walking alongside of you as you head towards your apartment. “You do know you don’t have to walk me, right?”
“Y/N, I told you it was fine. If you didn’t want me around, you could’ve just said so.” You snort.
“Dramatic.”
“Ouch.” He laughs.
“Here.” You hand him the shell. “Your first souvenir, chosen by yours truly.”
“Thank you.” He takes the shell and sticks it in his pocket. “I’ll make sure to take good care of it.”
“Good. I trust you.”
“Working tomorrow, I assume?” You nod.
“You should paddleboard tomorrow. Keeho’s off, he’ll probably be out there.”
“Yeah, might check it out.” The rest of the walk home falls into a comfortable silence, but you don’t mind it one bit. Yeosang does his usual of giving you space when you arrive at the lobby door, fishing for your keys before you say your usual goodnights. He waits until you walk down the hall to your apartment, feeling good enough to walk away and head back to his for the night; already looking forward to spending more time with you on the weekend.
Yeosang meets you at the front of your building at 6am on the dot and he has cups of iced coffee in hand. You thank him as you grab a cup and call for a taxi to bring you to the outskirts of town, you and Yeosang already engaging in a lively conversation for 6am in the morning.
The hike surprisingly isn’t bad. Yeosang keeps close to you, hyping you up when you get tired of climbing those damn hills and needing to take a quick break. In between taking in the scenery, you both snap photos on your phone or your polaroid camera— showing Yeosang the pictures as soon as they develop. You ask him to take a picture with you that turns out cute; the both of you making silly poses before Yeosang takes the camera and shoots solo shots of you. The hike is fun; it’s full of easy conversation, lots of laughs and good vibes with Yeosang. It almost feels like you’ve known Yeosang for years with how quick you two clicked. Might’ve taken a little warming up for Yeo, but he swears there isn’t anyone who has ever pulled him out of his shell this fast [and naturally], too. The hike takes close to 3 hours with all the pauses and stops in between, and by the time you get back down to the starting point, it’s still pretty early in the day. The taxi drops you off at the front if your building and Yeosang lingers behind while you fish for your keys per usual.
“Uh, I’m gross and sweaty. How about I shower, grab some food and come back?” Yeosang asks shyly, hand scratching at the nape of his neck.
“Okay then.” You show him the code box near the lobby door. “You can press Apt #2 and I’ll be able to buzz you in. My apartment is just down that hall.”
“I’ll be back.”
“Hurry up. I hate being alone.” You tease and he blushes before licking his lips and nodding.
“I won’t take long.” You smile before walking in and parting ways with Yeosang. When you get inside your studio, you toss your things aside and step into a piping hot shower to ease your muscles. You take a good, long 30-minute shower, using your favorite coconut scrub and massaging it onto your skin before you wrap up and step out. You lotion up using the same brand as your scrub, throwing on a crewneck and shorts. You tidy up around the house, fluffing up the pillows and folding the extra blankets neatly onto the couch. By the time Yeosang is asking to be buzzed in, it’s about an hour and a half since he initially left you.
“Hey.” He says, stepping into your studio and immediately kicking off his shoes. His eyes roam around your space, slowly walking into the kitchen to set down the bags in his hands. “Cute. The space is very.. you.”
“Why, thank you.” You do a curt bow before helping him unpack the bags. “What’d you get?”
“Bibimbap. And other snacks.” You fish out some ice cream from the side of the bag and laugh.
“Even ice cream?”
“You like melona bars, right? Please tell me you do.”
“I do. I actually really like this one.” You hold up the honeydew Melona box.
“Yessss.” He says. “More brownie points for Kang Yeosang.” You laugh, helping him carry the food to the table in the living room. You pour some water for the both of you, setting it near your bowls before getting comfortable next to him. You flip through your TV, settling for Warm Bodies that is randomly playing on one of the channels. Yeosang starts to talk about his own zombie apocalypse scenario, laying down his plans and what he’d do to survive.
“You know that game, right? The Last of Us? Like that. I probably would wanna keep it moving instead of staying stationary in one spot.”
“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes and laugh.
“What? Don’t you think about these things?”
“No!”
“You should. What’re you gonna do if you wake up tomorrow morning and the zombies have taken over?”
“I’ll stick with you.”
“What if I don’t want you with me?” You playfully punch him on the bicep and he lets out a small ‘ah’ at the contact.
“You punk, you’re so mean. I’d be useful and you’d be missing out!”
“Okay, so tell me how.”
“I just will be! I know a thing or two about boxing and muay thai! And-and, I can cook. I can make us some good shelter. I can clean weapons.”
“You’ve done boxing and muay thai?” You nod.
“Back when I was at home, yeah.”
“Hot.”
“You’re an idiot.” You laugh. “So you want me on your team now?!”
“Yeah, just to see your boxing and muay thai moves.”
“Well, I’m not so sure I wanna be on your team anymore.”
“Fine.” Yeosang says, setting his empty plate aside. “Suit yourself.” You giggle as you run into the freezer and grab some of the ice cream for you and Yeo to chomp on.
“Hey.”
“Mm?” You turn to him with your melona bar in hand.
“Do your friends have nicknames for you?”
“They just call me Yeo.”
“Hm.” You hum. “Can I call you Sangie?”
“Sangie?” He looks at you with a slightly disgusted expression.
“Please? I don’t wanna just call you Yeo.” He looks at you and you catch the way his eyes dart from yours, down to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes. His expression softens and he lets out a small sigh before shaking his head in disbelief.
“Fine.” You squeal. “Don’t overdo it though, please. For the love of God.”
“I won’t, Sangie.” You tease and he squints at you.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You try to playfully hit him but he catches your hand in his, not letting go until you use all your power to release it from his death hold. He laughs as you pout and whine, Yeosang pinching your cheeks as a way to test the waters of being more affectionate and closer to you.
Once you finish eating your ice cream, Yeosang helps you clean up before pushing the table aside so that you two can lay comfortably in the living room floor. You find yourself getting sleepy from the hike and all the food Yeosang brought over, that you curl up into your blanket beside him while he continues to watch. He looks down and chuckles to himself, hearing soft snores coming from beneath the blanket. Sooner or later, Yeosang finds his eyes getting heavier, sinking into his position more as he gets sleepier. Yeosang follows suit and ends up falling asleep, laying flat on his back next to you with his hand lazily on his stomach. Over time, you unknowingly get wrapped up in each other’s arms. At one moment, you’re tucked underneath Yeosang’s chin. The next, your back is pressed against him while he has an arm over you. But even when you stir in your sleep and pop your eyes open for a quick second, none of it feels weird to you. You like being close to him.
Unknowingly watching new paths unfold right in front of you. Shit is crazy.
Your phone rings and you’re popping your head up to see who could possibly be calling and waking you up from your nap. Though you move to quickly grab the phone and peek at the caller ID, Yeo doesn’t do much to move away or give you space. Instead, he continues to keep an arm around you. He kinda likes that you haven’t rejected his little acts of affection and that you’ve been reciprocating in one way or another. It makes him feel more comfortable around you, and it makes him feel like he’s not the only one feeling the way that he feels. Hopefully, you see it too.
“Hold on, sorry.” You grab your phone and answer the call, sitting up as Yeosang continues to quietly lay next to you; arm loosely hanging over your legs. “Hey.”
“Yo.” Your cousin, Jeongin, greets you on the other line. “Sorry, I meant to call you earlier but I got busy.”
“All good.” You chuckle. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Guess what?”
“Hm?” You hum, your finger tracing the veins on Yeosang’s arm.
“I got an internship at one of the companies I applied for!” You squeal.
“Oh my god, congrats! I knew you would! When do you start?”
“Probably beginning of next month? I need to get through all of my paperwork and health clearances first. It’s gonna take awhile, but by next month for sure.”
“Yay! That’s awesome, Innie! I’m so proud of you!”
“Thanks. I’m proud of me, too.” You snort.
“Okay, champ.”
“Hey, how’s everything down there, by the way?”
“Good.” You pause and Jeongin laughs.
“Just good? What have you been up to?”
“Working, hanging out.”
“Uh huh.” He laughs. “You were supposed to tell me more about that visitor that came to town?” You look at Yeosang who is now looking up at you with curious eyes.
“Um, I’ll have to tell you another time.”
“Why? Is he with you right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Just.. you two?”
“Mhm.” Yeosang can obviously tell the topic has turned to him, and he can’t help but chuckle a bit at how shy and quiet you’re trying to be. Even though he's literally laying next to you with his arm sprawled across your lap.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” He smiles through the phone. “He better be good to you or else I’ll fight him.”
“Please, I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
“Right.” Jeongin smiles. Your cousin was always going to protect you and be there for you, especially after all the shit you’ve been through. All the hurt you’ve experienced. He couldn’t help but feel overprotective over you, and he couldn’t help but worry about you. And yeah, if this ever turned to anything, it would take awhile for Jeongin to trust them. He’s seen people fuck you over time and time again that he no longer just sit back and be too relaxed about people who come into your life. He’s seen you cry way more times than he’d like to count.
“By the way.” He clears his throat. “Your mom said hi. She said she misses you but hopes you’re well.” You swallow the lump in your throat, licking your lips when your mouth suddenly feels dry. Yeosang catches onto the mood switch— watching as your smile drops, your hand now retracting from his arm and curling up against your lap.
“Oh. Uh, tell her I said hi, too.” Jeongin sighs.
“Your parents really miss you, you know?”
“Well.” Is all you can say.
“At least call or text your mom? She worries about you every day.”
“Then maybe she should have backed me up when dad was saying all those things about me. Like oh, you know, how worthless I am.”
“They should’ve known better, and they shouldn’t have done that. You don’t have to forgive them for it, but give her some peace of mind. She’s still your mom.”
“Oh, Innie. Can never get anything past you.”
“I’m just saying.” He chuckles. “Please? Just text her soon. Doesn’t have to be long.”
“We’ll see.”
“Anyway, I won’t keep you long. Just wanted to check in and tell you the good news. Hope you and your new man are having a good evening together.”
“He—I—” You pause and let out a breath. “That’s not exactly it but okay, yes we are.” Jeongin laughs louder.
“Alright. I’ll talk to you later? Text or call me if anything.”
“I know. You too.”
“Love you!” He says in a sing-song tone.
“Love you, too.” And with that, the call ends. You always hate getting off the phone with your cousin because it makes you miss home more than you’d like to admit. You would go home just to spend time with him like you used to, but the memories, the thoughts of your parents, all seem to be overbearing and make you regret even having the thought in the first place. You do miss him, a lot though. Since graduating, he had been busy trying to get into the workforce just like your family had pressured him into doing; applying for internships left and right to gain some experience before applying to graduate school. So, he hadn’t been able to visit like he planned to. Maybe one day you’ll be able to look past it and come home.
“Sorry.” You look at Yeosang, who is now stretching and sitting up next to you. “My cousin.”
“All good.” He grabs his water from the table and sits back down next to you. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah. I think so.”
“Your parents?” Is all Yeo says, hoping he isn’t poking too far into details and making you uncomfortable.
“Oh yeah.” You pathetically chuckle. “We’ve gotten into a lot of arguments before I left, that’s all. He was telling me my mom missed me and that I should at least try to text her that I’m doing okay.”
“I know it’s not easy but.. you should.” He says softly while turning his attention back to you. You maintain eye contact, catching his eyes quickly shoot down to your lips then back up to your eyes again. It makes you feel butterflies when he looks at you the way that he does, and it makes you wanna crawl back into your shell and hide. You look down and fiddle with your fingers, hoping it could distract you somehow.
“I dunno. I think I’m still having trouble letting go of what happened between us.”
“Mm.” He hums. “Do you miss them, though?”
“Mm, yeah.” You respond, close to a whisper. “It’ll always suck that our relationship isn’t what it used to be.”
“Whenever you’re ready, you should. Take your time with it, though.”
“Thanks.” You look up and give him a small smile. You quickly check the time, noticing dinner is approaching. “If you wanna stay for a little longer, I can whip up some dinner?”
“Sure.” He chuckles. “Can’t turn down a home cooked meal.”
“Of course.” You laugh, getting up from your seat.
“I mean, it’s a bonus that you’re cooking it.”
“Kang Yeosang, please. No need to save yourself.” You go through the stuff in the fridge, figuring out what to whip for dinner. “Are you a picky eater?”
“Nope.” He rests his head back against the edge of the couch.
“Good. You can change the channel, by the way.” You giggle, grabbing the ingredients from the fridge and setting up the pot on the stove. Yeosang flips the channel to the baseball game that’s happening in the city tonight, cheering along whenever they hit a home run. You laugh from the kitchen, asking him what sports he likes to indulge in and if him and his father went to games often. He replies that they have, and that baseball and soccer are more of their thing than anything else. It’s cute, really. Super endearing. It kinda reminds you of the times when you were younger and your dad would bring you to baseball games. It feels like such a distant and far memory. Like it never even happened, almost. That’s how much things have changed over the years. Your relationship with your dad hasn’t felt the same.
Once you’ve finished whipping up the tteokmanduguk, you bring the pot over to the coffee table, along with two small bowls and utensils. Yeosang grabs more water for you two and some beer for himself before settling next to you and indulging in another movie for the night. You tell him that you and your friends are gonna have a movie night soon, and that he should join along. There’s also a party that Jungkook is planning to host at one of the nearby bars. Yeosang agrees simply by telling you he’s down to go wherever you are since, after all, you are his self-proclaimed tour guide. You laugh it off even though deep down, it makes you feel giddy and happy he’d come along.
When dinner comes to an end, Yeosang does a lot to help you clean up around the living room and in the kitchen. He offers to wash your dishes while stacking them onto the dish rack, cleaning around your stove and coffee table to make sure it’s in pristine condition. It’s about that time that he calls it a night, but he truly is hating to do so. Because when he leaves, you feel sad. And he does, too. He’s starting to hate the feeling of going separate ways and he’s not even sure how you were able to make him feel that way so quickly. You walk him to the door and thank him again for his company before Yeosang does the same and tells you how much he really enjoyed spending time with you today. You tippytoe to give him a quick kiss to the cheek, and Yeosang instantly smiles. It gives you butterflies how he responds, but you leave it at that— not too overwhelm him or do too much.
But at the end of his first full week in town, Yeosang finds himself utterly smitten with you, drowning in pure adoration for someone he met on a whim. The hike was what did it for him, watching as you were so carefree and comfortable around him— that being the exact thing that pulled him out of his shell entirely. He hadn’t genuinely enjoyed himself this much in awhile, laughing during most of the hike and feeling excited about exploring town with you. You even understand his humor and Yeosang thinks it’s so, so nice to be comfortable in his own skin and personality around you.
If he had to lay out what his ideal type was, it’d literally be you. Because you check off all the boxes, and it’s so fucking surreal that Yeosang is looking at you right in the face, seeing you in the flesh. It’s so unexpected, but it’s the best thing he’s come across in a long time. Unexpected and quick, but the best.
“Goodnight.” You smile and lean your head against the door frame. “I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe?” You take a few tiny steps back.
“Mhm.” It seems like Yeosang had other plans because he gently grabs you by the wrist and tugs you back; immediately cupping your cheeks and bringing his lips to yours. He holds the kiss there, thumb subtly caressing at your right cheek, before he slightly pulls away and looks at you. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
This is the moment that changed everything for him and he didn’t even realize it at the time.
And he means everything.
From that moment, your days consisted of spending time with Yeosang in one form or another. Whether it be after your shift at the restaurant, waiting after you were done at the shelter to go shop at the tiny outdoor mall nearby, hanging out at the beach with your friends or being together at each other’s places— Yeosang was there. He’s even become acquainted with more people around town with your help, accompanying a few of the elderly neighbors to their appointments nearby, helping carry loads and loads of heavy packages into restaurants or buckets of fish into the fish market, playing around with the kids running around. Yeosang was there.
If you had come to town and met him, you would’ve never known he was a visitor himself. You loved that he blended in well, though. You loved that he seemed to be happier and more comfortable, and you hope this is everything he had wished for in a peaceful, relaxing vacation. When the month comes to an end, you’re honestly not sure what you’ll do or how you’ll feel. Yeosang has become a part of your days, the town, so easily in such a short amount of time that you already feel empty just thinking about it. But, those are problems for future Y/N. Present Y/N isn’t gonna trip about it right now. Instead, focus on the now. Having him here, seeing him in the flesh and being able to keep him near.
“So, are we picking up your man?” Mingi hops in the driver’s seat, with Keeho in the passenger's seat. You and your other friend Mina sit in the back, with Mina nudging you in the arm. Jungkook had a few things to close out at the shop, telling the group he’d meet at Mingi and Keeho’s shared place in a few.
“I can’t wait to see him!” She squeals. Mina was another one of your good friends from town, but she too had been away and just got back home. You, Keeho, Mingi and Jungkook kept her up to date as possible, with Mina the most excited to meet Yeosang and see who had been occupying your time these days.
“Yes, please. He’s ready.” You tell Mingi the address.
“She’s not even denying the phrase anymore. Must really be her man now.” Keeho adds, making Mina smack him on the neck from behind.
“Mind your business, she’s happy!”
“I never even said it was wrong?! I’m glad you’re happy Y/N, seriously. Shit, Mina.” He turns to her and rolls his eyes.
“You two look like you’ve known each other for years. It is pretty cute.” Mingi adds as he continues to keep his eyes on the road. Over this time, you and Yeosang had gotten quite affectionate with each other. A lot of it behind doors, but still pretty obvious around other people. It was the hand on the small of your back or hips. Hands grazing or pinkies holding onto each other. Whispers in each other’s ears. The flirty smiles and blushing. Yeosang’s arm over your shoulder. The playful hugs. Behind doors, there were a lot of little kisses on the cheek. The lips. Just enough to want more of each other but still afraid to cross those lines and ask for too much. But god, did Yeosang find it hard to keep his composure around you. He wanted you.
When you arrive at the front of Yeosang’s studio, he’s just stepped out of his door. He’s comfortably in matching sweats and a hoodie, a small smile painted on his face when he sees your head hanging out the window. “Hey!” You smile at him and Yeosang almost buckles at the fucking knees.
“Get your big ass head back in the car, Y/N. My neck is cold!” Keeho laughs.
“Fuck you!”
“Let me put up the window!” Keeho whines.
“Sup.” He says, giving Keeho a dap before waving at Mingi as he approaches the car.
“Oh my god, he’s so fucking handsome.” Mina says behind you, tugging on your shirt. “What the fuck! Where can I find one!”
“Sh!” You shush her while laughing and settling back in your seat. Yeosang slips in next to you and immediately looks at you with a soft expression.
“Hey.” He says before shifting his attention to Mina, who is currently leaning over you to get a better look at him.
“Hi! I’m Mina! We haven’t met yet cause I just got back from vacation.” She holds out her hand and shakes his hand firmly before giggling.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Yeosang.”
“What a catch.” Mina says in your ear, causing the heat to rise to your cheeks.
“Did you eat? Cause these assholes don’t know how to cook.” You look at him and he chuckles.
“Yeah, I did.”
“We have chips and shit! Plus, Kook said he’s gonna bring some chicken or whatever.”
“How was work and the shelter today?”
“Good, kinda busy. Ro got adopted!”
“That’s great! What else happened?”
“Nothing. The usual.” You shrug and Yeosang nods, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “What’d you do today?”
“Uh, go to the gym. Checked out those places you sent me the other day.”
“Oh nice! Did you eat at Mom’s Kitchen?” He nods.
“It’s so good.”
“Isn’t it?!” Mina catches sight of Yeosang’s hand on your thigh and she begins to subtly nudge your arm, in which you nudge back. The ride is somewhat quiet, with the occasional bickering in between you, Mingi, Keeho and Mina. Yeosang laughs next to you, thoroughly enjoying the chemistry between your friends as it reminds him of his own. He does miss his friends, but it’s nice to be around fresh faces. New energy.
“So, what are we putting on first?” Mingi sets the grocery bags down on their kitchen counter, taking the chips and candy out for everyone to help themselves to.
“Girl in the Picture!” Mingi groans when he hears your response and Keeho’s immediate agreement.
“Oh my fucking god, can you please? Let’s watch something else!” Mingi scolds you. “All Y/N and Keeho do is watch true crime shit and talk about it for days on end.” He turns to Yeosang with the complaint, but all Yeosang can do is smile and laugh it off.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Tall and Bland? Sometimes, it’s good to be educated and aware, especially in today’s world.” Keeho shakes his head. “Anyway, back to putting this shit on.” You snort, watching as Keeho puts on Girl in the Picture. At this point, Jungkook walks in and kicks off his shoes, setting a large tray of chicken wings onto the table, along with its included side dishes.
“Here. Eat up.”
“Oh shit.” Mingi says, immediately piling a good amount of chicken onto his paper plate.
“Don’t be stingy!” Jungkook calls to Yeosang. “Yeo, come and get something to eat before these two big-backs take it all.”
“I know you aren’t talking about me cause I’m sitting right here.” Keeho chimes in while scrolling through his phone.
“You don’t wanna eat more?” Yeo shakes his head.
“I’m good, thank you though!” He directs his thank you’s to the boys for providing food. You and Mina grab some chips and candy before you settle back onto your seats— Mina on the floor near the loveseat, Mingi sprawled on the couch, Keeho near one end of the couch on the floor, and you and Yeosang on the opposite end on the floor.
“You guys don’t ever get creeped out by this shit?” Jungkook plops onto the loveseat, letting his left leg dangle off the arm of the couch while he sits in a weird position.
“I do, but it’s also interesting to learn about these cases. Truthfully, I wouldn’t know these even happened without the content we get on them.”
“Okay, I can get with that.” Jungkook adds, still chomping on his m&ms. You snuggle against Yeosang while you two sit closely, his arm draped around your shoulders while he props a leg up.
“Didn’t know you were into true crime like that.” Yeosang chuckles.
“It’s just interesting.” You look at him with a brow raised. “Are you making fun of me?”
“What, no?” He smiles. “Just mentally adding it my list of all the things you like.”
“You’re keeping track?”
“If I say no?” He teases, making you gently pinch him on the side before returning your attention to the documentary.
“Mean.”
“Well, for the record. I am.” He says lowly by your ear before pressing a light kiss to the side of your head, causing the heat to rise to your cheeks and a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips. You giggle overhearing Jungkook complain about the many layers this case already has in the first half, while Keeho is having to pause the documentary a few times to explain what’s actually going on. You chime in to back him up, only pressing play when the others have finally gotten on the same page. Yeosang chuckles to himself seeing the chaotic bickering occur again, all while enjoying having you snuggled underneath his arm. When the documentary comes to a close, Mingi suggests putting on Skinamarink as the next movie.
“Listen, it’s a different horror film! It’s experimental. Two kids wake up and their dad is legit missing outta nowhere. You never see the characters fully in frame, but it’s obvious something is wrong. You just hear things. Like them whispering or the cartoons playing. The trailer was so fucking creepy.”
“Ou, okay. Mangi finally has a good recommendation, I fuck with it.” Keeho pulls up the movie and presses play.
“I’m scared!” Mina squeals and puts her hands over her eyes, making Jungkook playfully tear them away.
“Nah, if we’re watching this, you are too.”
“Then move! Let me sit on the seat and you sit on the floor closer to the TV!” Jungkook laughs and stands to switch with her, plopping onto the floor as the movie kicks off.
“Oh hell no.” You mutter to yourself when the movie starts, immediately terrified from the creepy vibe of the movie. Yeo feels you snuggle up to him even more and he hugs you a little tighter, his arm now completely wrapped around your shoulders.
“This is actually kinda good.”
“It’s so creepy.”
“Yeah, it is. That’s what makes it a good horror movie.” He looks down at you. “Scared?”
“Kinda.” You’ve fallen to a whisper with how eerily silent the movie is despite the children talking and the creepy cartoons filling the background noise. Mingi, Jungkook and Keeho take turns yelling out of their asses, scared of what’s to come from the movie.
“How are you scared of this but not true crime, pretty girl?” Yeosang teases, gently pinching at your cheek.
“That’s different.”
“How?” He chuckles.
“I can’t explain it.” You pout, suddenly jumping in his arms when new activities happen in the movie.
“You’re okay.” He laughs, but you continue to pout. “Stop pouting. You’re making it really hard not to kiss you.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“No one said you couldn’t kiss me.” You tease. “It’s not like you haven’t.”
“Shut up.” He leans in to peck you on the lips, fingers gently caressing your chin. You giggle, resting your head on his shoulder as you continue to watch the movie. The both of you chime in with theories as things progress in the movie, with you using Yeosang’s hand to cover your eyes every now and then. He laughs, trying to rip his hand away to force you to watch. But, he stops; letting you cover your eyes when you and Mina start genuinely whining about how spooked you’re feeling from the movie.
“Oh shit.” Jungkook laughs as the boys continue to watch. “This is fucked up. The movie is all about making you feel all weird and unsettled but nothing really happens. It just thrives on that energy. The fear of the unknown.”
“I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda fucking scared.” Keeho snorts.
“It reminds me of when I was a kid.” Mingi adds. “You guys remember waking up in the middle of the night and being scared to turn around cause it feels like something is there?”
“Yeah.” Yeosang chimes in. “Then you start spiraling into your own thoughts cause you don’t know if something is there or not, and then you start feeling more anxious and scared.”
“Yeah, exactly!”
“I hated that.”
“That’s why I never put my feet out from under the blanket.” Jungkook says, making everyone laugh.
“Oh shit!” They all collectively say when one of the rare jumpscares comes up. You feel Yeosang get startled next to you, causing you to giggle and poke fun at him.
“At least I’m watching!”
“You’re right, sorry.” You say sarcastically, giving him a tiny peck on the jaw. Just as you’re about to pull back and rest your head on his shoulder, he quickly dips in for another kiss on the lips. You scrunch your nose in response and he just about dies at how cute it is, pulling you closer towards him [if there were any possible way to be closer]. Towards the end of the movie, everyone finishes strong despite how spooked they feel. There were a bunch of ‘oh ew’s’ and ‘oh fuck no’s’ from the group while watching the ending scene, with Yeosang even making a face at how terrifying the ending is.
“Okay, that was a good one.” Jungkook turns to Mingi. “How’d you find out about it?”
“Research.”
“You’re so full of shit.” Keeho glares at him. “What Youtube video were you watching when the ad popped up?” You all laugh.
“Let him have this one, Keeho. Damn.” You add.
“Real.” Jungkook stands and stretches. “Anyway, successful movie night I’d say. Are you guys gonna go to the bar next week? For the party?” He turns to you and Yeosang. “Yeo?”
“Yeah, for sure.” He nods, making Jungkook smile.
“Sick. It’ll be fun.” He grabs his keys and swings it around his finger. “I’m about to dip. Tired as fuck now. You three wanna ride with me so I can take you home?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking scared, though.” Mina laughs.
“Just turn on your lofi playlist.” Mingi says. “That can fix anything.”
“Sleep Soul by Jhene Aiko will fix anything, that’s for damn sure.”
“I’m about to sleep with my night light on.” Keeho laughs. “Man, fuck you. It was a good recommendation but now I’m scared.”
“It was good, huh?” Mingi asks cockily. “I’ll cover for next movie night.”
“No, hell no. Need a good break.” You stand and stretch, giving Keeho and Mingi a hug after thanking them for hosting movie night. Yeosang follows suit, bidding the two farewells before slipping into his shoes and following you three out of the door.
“I’m about to leave all the lights on at my place, I don’t care. I can handle a few nights of the bill being high.”
“Same.”
“You have Yeosang, though!”
“He doesn’t stay with me!” You fire back with a laugh, even though it does kinda suck that you’re still having to say goodbye to Yeosang at the end of the day. This was progressing into who knows what— you had no idea what you two were at this point. All you know is that you have deep feelings for this man, and you hope he does, too. It’s kinda silly to be falling this deep, but you click with him. It’s a connection you can’t put into words. And that is terrifying.
Jungkook drives Mina to her place before dropping you off, leaving him alone with Yeosang as the last stop. Jungkook asks a few times if you’re both sure that you don’t need to stay at one place or the other, shrugging it off when you both shyly agree that you’ll part ways for the night.
Yeosang wishes he didn’t, because the night he does sleepover brings him to new territories with you and he wished he had explored it sooner.
You had been working at the restaurant for a full shift, and Yeosang had been out on the water with Mingi and a few other people from town. When he finally gets a text from you that you’ve finished your shift and closed up for the night with Jungkook, he’s back at home all freshly showered and patiently waiting for you. He feels his heart skip a beat, and he immediately throws on a windbreaker over his black tank top before dashing through the door with a simple—
[yeosang]: see you soon 😊
[you]: yay!
He chuckles to himself as he begins a light jog over to your place, knowing you’re probably taking your time heading home from work or stopping by to check on a few people. He doesn’t mind, though. He’ll gladly wait for you for as long as you need him to, especially if that means seeing you and spending time with you.
So, he does just that until he finally catches wind of you approaching the apartment [faster than expected]. Yeosang silently leans back against the wall, watching as you skip towards the house and even do a little twirl. He lets out a soft chuckle to himself at how oblivious you are to his presence, even picking up the phone to call him. He purposely doesn’t pick up to see how long it’ll take you to notice, watching as you pause in your steps and glare at your phone when he doesn’t pick up the call.
“Why isn’t he answering me?” You pout as you tuck your phone away and dig for your keys. “Kang Yeosang. You better have a good excuse—”
“Like.. what? Sorry, I was faster than you and have been waiting?” Your attention shoots up to Yeosang still patiently waiting by the lobby door to the complex, your eyes lighting up as you let out a squeal and instantly throw your arms around him.
“I missed you.” You cutely mumble against him, his hand rubbing up and down your back as he holds you close.
“I missed you too, cutie.” He presses a kiss against the side of your head. “How was your shift?”
“It was okay, pretty busy.”
“Yeah? Least you get to relax now.”
“Thank god.” You laugh, fiddling with your keys to unlock your door while Yeosang wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind.
“I’ve been waiting all day.” He says softly against your head.
“I’m here now.”
“What do you wanna do tonight?” You shrug.
“I dunno. Anything! I just need to shower first because I feel kinda gross.” You laugh as you both step out of your shoes and drop your things off to the side, on the kitchen table.
“Cute regardless.” Yeosang smiles and you shake your head.
“Lies, all lies.”
“I would never lie to you.” He gently caresses your chin. “How about I cook something while you go shower and get comfortable?” You gasp.
“Yeosang cooking again?”
“I can whip up a good meal or two when I want, okay.” He rolls his eyes before squeezing your side. “Go.”
“Demanding.” You tease before grabbing your pajamas and heading off to the shower. Yeosang stands in your kitchen area for a good minute, hands placed on his hips as he contemplates on what he can cook. He rummages through your mini pantry and fridge, digging up some of your prepped cucumbers, radishes, boiled eggs and broth to make some naengmyeon. It’s a dish he’s able to whip up quickly, carrying your bowl and his to the living room coffee table. You finish your shower about 10 minutes later, and Yeosang is quietly sitting on the couch flipping through the channels. You run a towel through your damp hair, smiling at the two bowls ready made for you two.
“Aw.” You giggle. “Thank you.” You sit next to him and give him a soft, feathery kiss to the cheek. He turns to catch your lips in another kiss, making you scrunch your nose in response.
“You’re very welcome.” The two of you find a movie to settle on before indulging in your meal. Afterwards, you tidy up and grab some of the ice cream still sitting in your freezer from last time— handing Yeosang a melona bar as you plop back down next to him. He’s cozy, and you snuggle up close to feel more of his warmth. “Fuck, I don’t wanna move.” Yeosang sighs, leaning his head back onto the couch after he’s finished his ice cream. It’s nearing midnight and he truly hates the thought of leaving you at this point.
“You don’t have to.” You softly respond and he pops an eye open to examine your expression, body language. “Stay.”
“You’ll be comfortable with that?”
“Course.” You giggle. “I have a stack of extra toothbrushes, you know, in case the zombie apocalypse happens and we need them for a variety of reasons.” He snorts.
“Ah, touché. Nice to know you’d yield a toothbrush as a weapon. Makes me feel really safe.” You playfully toss a crumpled napkin his way.
“Come.” You take his hand and lead him into your bathroom so he can get settled however he’d like. You hand him an extra toothbrush that he takes. Takes him a minute to register the item in his hand, that he’s standing in your bathroom getting ready for bed at your place. Which, is incredibly domestic as fuck for him; someone who doesn’t even know what this is or if there’s such a thing with labels nowadays. As much as he feels like he should drop it and forcibly distance himself from this, he can’t. Because he’d be lying to himself. How can he when he’s so incredibly smitten, so fucking in love with you already?
He adores you. He can’t lie that he’s been drawn to you from the start. He could never drop this or distance himself from you. His days don’t mean shit without you now.
Yeosang brushes his teeth and gets himself a little more comfortable while you tidy up in the kitchen and living room. The TV is off, and the only lights illuminating the space are from the kitchen and your Sailor Moon LED lamp on your nightstand. It’s blue, and it casts a pretty shade against the wall.
“Are you gonna get ready for bed after?”
“Uh huh.” You wipe your hands on the hand towel.
“I can sleep on the couch—”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I don’t mind sharing my bed.” You laugh.
“A-are you sure, Y/N? I don’t wanna invade your space more than I already have.”
“Swear it’s okay. Or else, I wouldn’t have told you to stay and offered an extra toothbrush from my stash.” He chuckles and nods.
“Okay.” He slowly pads over to your bed, throwing the sheets from your neatly-made bed back. He rips off his hoodie and tosses it aside, leaving him in his white tee and sweats. He slips into the side of your bed, resting his hand behind his head with a leg propped up while he scrolls through his phone and waits for you. Within a couple of minutes, you’re shutting off the lights in your bathroom and walking over to the other side of the bed. He watches you go through your phone, soft music now playing through your bluetooth speakers.
“Hope you don’t mind. It actually helps me fall asleep.” You slip in next to him and it suddenly feels so fucking unreal that he’s laying next to you. About to sleepover for the night. Ain’t that some shit?
“It’s okay.” You turn to face him and he does the same, eyeing your features under the blue light. He pushes your hair back before caressing your cheek.
“Why do you keep staring at me, Kang Yeosang?”
“You’re just.. so pretty, Y/N.” He says close to a whisper. “It almost feels unreal.”
“Stop.” You giggle.
“I mean it.” He smiles, gently tugging you by the elbow to bring you closer. “Come here.” You scoot closer, resting right near Yeosang’s chin. His thumb glides over the surface of your chin, lifting it ever so slightly so that he can get a better look at your face from his angle. You edge a little closer, your lips grazing his before he dips forward. The kiss immediately starts heated, full of emotions. As you deepen the kiss, Yeosang lets out a small groan while his hand rests on your cheek. You press against him more, and he’s doing everything he can to take it slow, take his time. But, he can’t. Not when you know how to kiss so fucking well. Not when you continue to press against him, rocking yourself against his rock hard dick. Every kiss, every move, turns Yeosang on a ‘lil more than the last and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to hold it in tonight. He’s about to break.
“Fuck.” He lets out a shaky sigh, sucking onto your bottom lip as he tugs back and lets go. You slowly guide his hand down your chest, to your waist; to the lining of your panties. Yeosang’s fingers toy with the material under your shorts, slightly dipping beneath the hemline to test the waters all while kissing you deeply. When he finally gains the courage to explore a little deeper, he toys with your folds before sliding a digit in— trying to get a feel for how tight and wet you are.
“You’re so wet.” He whispers against your lips, but he barely gets the last half out before you’re swallowing his words and taking him in for another kiss. Yeosang slips in another finger, this time, pumping it at a faster pace than the last; a stupid smirk growing on his face when he hears the sounds coming from your pussy. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“Sangie.” You whimper. “More. Please.” He hisses hearing you beg, weak at the doe-eyed, innocent look you give him.
“You’re dripping.” He bites onto his bottom lip, curling his fingers into you. “All this for me?” You let out a choked moan when he hits you right at your spot, your hips getting a mind of their own and slowly riding his fingers. Your hand comes down to palm Yeosang’s hard cock through his sweats.
“Sangie, like that.” You nod to continue egging him on, begging him to let you cum, to push you over the edge. It doesn’t take long after this for you to let out a loud moan, your orgasm washing over your entire body. Yeosang smiles contently as he slowly pumps his fingers into you, thumb grazing your overly-sensitive clit that you’re having to grab at his wrist to stop him from doing so. “Oh shit.” You mewl while Yeosang laughs, pressing feathery kisses to your temple, jaw, corner of your lips. You take the two digits into your mouth and get a taste of yourself, Yeosang hissing when he watches you do. He loves the way your tongue swirls around his fingers, pretty lips wrapped around them while you get a taste.
“Oh my god.” He groans a bit. “You’re gonna kill me.” You look at him, dazed and all over this cloud nine shit, hoping you can satisfy his needs, too. You continue to palm him, feeling how incredibly hard he is through the material and wanting more of him.
“Can I?” He nods, allowing you to pull his length from its confines and slowly pump him. His dick is perfectly thick, sitting at a good length. The thought of him pumping this inside of you makes you drool. Your thumb swipes his tip, spreading his pre-cum across the surface. You work your hand in certain motions, pumping his length at a continuous, steady pace. You feel him buck into your hand a few times, his subtle way of asking you to keep going, to keep up at the pace you’re going.
“Oh—” He mutters. “Fuck, yeah.” He moans. “That’s it, baby.” You melt at the petname he lets out, his sultry tone sending goosebumps throughout your body. He begins to pant, signaling that he’s close. All Yeosang can think of is taking that next step with you and god, does he want you. But, he’ll take his time. He wants to do right by you. “I’m gonna cum— baby—” He chokes out. You pick up the pace and let him buck into your hand a few more times before you’re catching his release into your hand, a small amount landing on his lower tummy. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” You laugh. “Don’t be.”
“Let me help you get cleaned up.” He takes a napkin from your nightstand to clean himself up, then you, your hand. You’ve gotten some of his load on your finger, which you gladly take into your mouth. Yeosang pauses as he watches you, shaking his head in response.
“You’re actually out to kill me. There’s no way.” He glares at you while you giggle, letting him wipe down the rest of your hand. “You okay?”
“I am.”
“Want me to grab you anything? Water?”
“No. Just hold me.” You say cutely and Yeosang can’t even think about rejecting your request. He pulls you close and places a big kiss on your forehead before coming down to your lips. “Night Sangie.” You say against his chest.
“Goodnight, love.” His heart swells when you snuggle into him, shortly falling asleep within the next few minutes. He takes his time to admire you, eyes trained on your features, your sleeping body, the soft smile on your face. He thinks this is the moment he truly could admit that he had started to really fall in love with you because there’s no other place he’d rather be. If he could choose any moment in time, he’d come back to this. Over and over again. He’d choose you, over and over again.
“Y/N. When are you coming home?” Changbin asks on the other line, with Ryujin and San sitting next to him.
“Yeah, cause. It’s lonely out here. I need you. These two are useless—” Changbin turns his phone away so he’s the only one in view, glaring at Ryujin next to him.
“By the way this is my phone call with Y/N. I don’t remember inviting you two?”
“Why me? I’m just here!” San whines. “She’s my bestfriend, too. Huh, Y/N?”
“She was my bestfriend first, you assholes!” Ryujin shoves San away.
“Anyway.” Bin fixes the phone, making you laugh. “Seriously, when are you coming home? We haven’t seen you in years and you won’t even let us come down to visit wherever you are.”
“Cause I’m busy and exploring.” You vaguely say. “I dunno when I’ll come home.”
“Do you even miss home?”
“I do. I miss you guys. I miss Innie.”
“Then?”
“Then, I don’t know? I’ve been doing okay here.”
“Are you replacing us with your friends there?” San asks.
“No one is replacing anyone.”
“Your parents miss you.”
“As I’ve heard.” Your heart sinks; all of a sudden, you’re homesick again, and you miss your friends. It had been hard to leave them, too. But, you needed to find yourself, and you needed to work on things for your own self, for your own sake and peace. It was important.
“Look. You don’t have to move back home, but at least visit if you don’t want us coming to you.”
“I know. Maybe soon, yeah?” You smile. “I promise. So? Tell me. What else is new there?”
“Nothing.” Changbin snorts. “Nothing at all.”
“Ryujin and I started learning tennis.” You laugh at San.
“Tennis?!”
“It’s fun!” Ryujin pouts. “I’d usually do this with you, but I have to settle for the boys.” It’s true— Ryujin was your bestfriend, and you used to do everything with her. Whether it was staying up late and exploring, going out to parties, trying all kinds of activities; she was your girl and vice versa. You missed her so, so much. But, she knew how much you needed this break and how much you needed to be away from the past, old memories. She understood you, and even though it hurt to let you go, she just wanted what was best for you.
“I just sit and watch.” Changbin adds. “Fetch the ball a few times.”
“Sounds like you.” You laugh.
“What about you? Anything new down there?”
“No.” You quickly change the subject. “Innie told me he got the internship at one of the companies he applied to!”
“Yeah, we saw him the other day and he told us. Even more of a reason for you to come home to celebrate?” You chuckle.
“Yeah.” You hear the shower cut off in the bathroom. “Anyway, I gotta go. Got some plans for tonight.”
“Okay. Be safe.” Changbin responds before Ryujin and San fit themselves into the tiny frame and wave.
“Miss you. Love you.” Ryujin pouts.
“I miss you and love you guys. Always.” You wave once more before setting the phone down. You set it on the charger as you sit criss-crossed on your bed, resting in Yeosang’s shirt. He steps out of your bathroom in some track pants while unfolding the shirt in his hands. You can’t help but fix on his abs just as he’s about to throw his shirt on, feeling all sorts of butterflies in your tummy after seeing how incredibly ripped he was.
You knew he was built well, but to see this— see it in action and in front of your eyes was different.
“My personality is up here.” Yeosang catches you staring when he gets his shirt on, a smirk plastered on his face as he crawls back onto your bed and gives you a quick peck to the lips.
“I wasn’t doing anything.”
“So.. you weren’t just staring at me?”
“You did that on purpose. You could’ve thrown your shirt on before leaving the bathroom, you demon.”
“You mad about it?” He bites onto his bottom lip, squeezing your thigh.
“No.” You roll your eyes and he laughs.
“Come here. Gimme a kiss.” You quickly oblige and dip forward to kiss him again; this time, deepening the kiss just enough to please him and tease him [for more]. The way he looks at you when you pull away makes your heart do a thousand flips, and you can’t help but let out a tiny giggle when he taps the tip of your nose. “Were you talking to someone while I was in the bathroom?”
“Oh.” You nod. “Mhm. Just friends.”
“Like Jungkook and them?”
“Childhood friends.” You vaguely respond.
“Oh. From home?” You nod.
“People I grew up with. They’re just checking in.”
“That’s nice. Are they planning to come visit you or something?”
“No. They’re all too busy for that.” You give him a tiny toothless smile before hopping off the bed to get ready. “Anyway, I’m gonna start getting ready for the party.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Must be nice to just throw on your shit and go.” You laugh, digging through your closet for an outfit.
“You know you’d look good in anything.”
“My makeup!”
“You don’t even need it, pretty.” He lays back on your bed, shutting his eyes to rest for a bit. He replays the conversation you just had in his head, wondering why you had been shying away from sharing details with him. He caught onto the way your lips pursed together when you dropped eye contact. He caught onto the way you quietly responded and quickly changed topics. It’s not the first time he’s noticed, but he would never press you, no. On the other hand though, he can’t lie; he wishes you felt more comfortable with him. It all goes back to him wondering what else he can do to gain your trust. What else can he do to feel like a safe space for you? Why was he starting to feel like you were so close, yet so distant?
❊ FLASHBACK
“So, how are you liking town so far?”
“Good. It’s been fun. Nice to get away from the city.”
“That’s cool. I bet it’s nice to get away. Must be a good change from the hustle of the city.” Jungkook chuckles. “I’m sure Y/N has been a good tour guide, too?” He smirks.
“Uh, yeah.” Yeosang shyly laughs. “Yeah..”
“You guys are cute.”
“I don’t really know what this is to tell you honestly.” Jungkook shrugs.
“I know she likes you. A lot.”
“I—” Yeosang lets out a breath. “I like her, too.”
“The hesitation?” Jungkook chuckles and Yeosang shakes his head.
“Oh no. Not like that. I just.. wasn’t expecting it.”
“Isn’t that the best, though? When you least expect it.”
“Yeah.” Yeosang says softly. “Sounds cliché, but she really makes me feel things I haven’t felt before.” Jungkook smiles.
“Cute. So. Do you plan to make this an official thing even with you leaving at the end of the month? Or, do I need to step into my overprotective friend mode?” Yeosang chuckles.
“No. Don’t worry. I’m not like that, I swear. I don’t— I don’t do temporary.” Is all he responds with. “There’s nothing more that I want than to be on a solid page with her. If that’s what she wants.”
“Course. I know she does even if she shies away from it.” Jungkook laughs a bit and does a slight head tilt. “You know, it’s funny. I’ve known that girl for a couple of years and I still feel like I know her but at the same time, I don’t. I just know she’s been through a lot and she moved here from who knows where to start a new chapter for herself.” He turns to Yeo. “Although I do believe you and think you’re genuinely a good guy, please just.. take care of her.” Yeosang nods slowly. He wonders why you haven’t opened up to your friends much, being that they’re people you surround yourself with often. He gets it, though. It took him awhile to really open up to his friends— even now, he doesn’t think there are things he can openly share with Chaerin or Jongho compared to Wooyoung. Still. It makes him feel a little sad that you might feel alone, even in a room full of people. What can he do to be of comfort to you?
“Of course.” Yeosang sits back in his seat, wondering how he could possibly pull this off. Because he does want this, he does. And he’d be willing to make it work, despite the 4 hour distance. He’d come back and forth if he had to, keep up with plans to visit each other and take initiative. It’ll be hard, and it’ll be an adjustment until you two can figure out a better plan. But, he wants you and that’s all that matters to him at this point.
❊ END
Evening comes pretty quickly, especially when you’re distracted by Yeosang through his kisses and his need to be in between your thighs. You eventually finish getting ready post-orgasm, throwing on a cargo skirt, a cropped baby tee and sneakers. Yeosang is in black jeans, a white tee, and combat boots. The two of you start pregaming together until Keeho pulls up to your apartment— Mingi and Mina loudly yelling from their seats from all the excitement.
The bar is closer to the outskirts of town, and Jungkook chose this bar in particular since the owners had been longtime friends of his family. The bar was also recently remodeled, with more modern and sleek touches, making it easy on the eye. The weather is beautiful tonight, the air crisp and not too cold. The windows are down as Keeho drives down the road along the water, blasting his playlist with everyone singing along. After a good 15 minutes, Keeho pulls into the large lot in front of the bar, carefully navigating into a spot while people are walking across to join the party. The music is muffled, but can be heard booming through the building even from down the road. You lace your fingers with Yeo’s, holding onto his hand tightly as you and your friends walk into the bar. It’s packed already, and you’re having trouble finding Jungkook in the crowd until Mingi spots him in between the bar and DJ.
“He’s over there!” Mingi nods for you all to follow him to the opposite end of the bar. Jungkook is a social butterfly, so he’s got people swarming him left and right. When he finally spots you from over the shoulder of the person he’s talking to, he smiles from ear to ear, raising his glass up.
“About fucking time!”
“Miss Mina needed extra time to get ready.” Keeho laughs. “Who the fuck did you invite?”
“People who invited people who invited more.. people.” Jungkook shrugs. “Yeosang, my guy!” He gives Yeosang a dap, pulling him into a good hug afterwards. “Let’s go take some shots. On me!”
“Oh shit, boss is paying for shots?!” Mingi says excitedly, immediately following him to the bar with Yeosang alongside of him.
“Aye, Y/N. Take my shot for me please. Don’t disappoint me.” You snort at Keeho’s request.
“I got you!” And so with that, everything takes off from here. The three of you participate in taking shots— one turning into three, four? Both you and Yeosang try to pace yourselves though, not wanting to be incredibly drunk and too inebriated to enjoy tonight. But, the shots you’ve taken are enough to get you going; feeling carefree enough to drag Yeosang onto the dance floor and have your alone time with him. It starts incredibly fun and harmless, the two of you genuinely enjoying each other’s company as the different songs blast through the walls of the bar. Your friends join in, the boys rapping along to every song and trying to act cool in front of you, Mina and the other girls surrounding the group. It’s a fun time; you laugh. You joke. You play around. Yeo throws his arm over you from time to time, admires you as you happily dance and sing along. You step out for a few water and bathroom breaks in between, and eventually, you and your friends are separated and spread across the room. Mingi, Keeho and Jungkook are finding themselves a few pretty girls to hang out with, while Mina is flirting away with one of the bartenders. You and Yeosang find yourselves falling deeper into the crowd, now in your own little world where you’re surrounded by strangers, but are focused on each other and each other only. At some point, you get pushed to the corner near the window from how packed the room has gotten over time. You don’t mind it though, because now, the energy between you and Yeosang has flipped to something more intense. More tension. More need. More desire. You’ve been dancing all up on him for the past hour or so, and he’s been enjoying every minute of it.
He sits on the window sill, hands gripping on the edges with his legs spread— enough to make room for you in between, giving him the best view of you bending over and working your ass against him. He subtly bites onto his bottom lip when you get him at the best angles, his hand slowly snaking up to your hip to help guide you and keep up with the rhythm. You bring yourself up as you continue to dance on him, looking back to see the dazed expression on his face. You giggle a bit just as the song transitions into another, letting Yeosang wrap his arms around you and hold you close.
“Killing me.” He says in your ear, large hands resting on your thighs; if he travels any further, he’ll be right where you need him.
“Are you having fun?” You turn to him, arms wrapped around his neck.
“Yeah, I am.” He gently squeezes at the back of your thighs, right beneath your ass. “Why, are you?”
“Yeah, but I kinda wanna get outta here.” Your eyes shift from his, down to his lips— back up to his brown orbs. He subtly bites onto his bottom lip and nods, face only inches away from yours. If he wasn’t mistaken, he sees the look in your eyes, and it’s on the same wavelength as his. He just needs to get you home, quick.
“Whatever you wanna do, love.” You giggle, finding the courage to plant a kiss on his lips. He doesn’t pull away though, no. He deepens the kiss, letting out a shaky exhale in between.
He’s having trouble composing himself and he’s afraid he won’t be able to anymore when he gets you alone.
“Let’s go.” You break away from the heated kiss, lips puffy from the contact. You grab his hand and navigate through the crowd, bidding Jungkook, Keeho and Mingi farewell as you two slip out of the party with ease.
As you work to call a taxi, Yeosang instantly latches onto you— hands gripping at your waist from behind while he plants kisses along your jaw, neck. When the taxi finally comes, you slip in with a giggle, aching from the distance in the back seat of the car. Yeosang can’t take his eyes off of you, bringing a hand to your thigh to keep you close, to let you know how badly he wants you tonight.
Even when you finally arrive at your studio, Yeosang gives you some distance to fiddle through your keys and finally unlock the door. He should be given a gold medal for how cool and composed he’s keeping himself.
That is, until the door shuts.
You let out a squeal when you feel Yeosang tug on your wrist, pulling you against him to kiss you. The kiss is deep, and everything feels like it’s laid out on the table. No holding back, no restraints.
“Need you so badly.” He says in between his strong kisses, holding you closely by the waist while you wrap your arms around his neck. He slowly backs you towards the bed and pushes up against you, feeling how hard he is even through his jeans.
“You have me.”
“Are you sure about this? Do you have a condom?”
“I am.” You nod. “I am. More than sure. I’m on the pill.” You tug at the hem of his shirt.
Sooner or later, clothes are being ripped off and tossed into every corner of the studio. You find yourself underneath Yeosang, biting onto your bottom lip when he pulls out his pretty cock and pumps himself a few times. He takes the tip and runs it down your folds, edging the tip right at your clit a few times to tease you. You let out a small whimper while Yeosang lets out a breathy moan.
“Sangie.” You beg, pleading through your look, for him to go further. He bites onto his bottom lip this time, smirking as he watches your face contort in pleasure when he slowly sinks himself into you. “Oh my god.” The stretch feels so, so good; Yeosang moving at a steady pace as he keeps your legs cocked open for him. He lets out a breath while rocking into you, shutting his eyes when he sees you beautifully laid out beneath him just to keep his composure for a second.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Wrap around me so well—” He barely finishes his sentence before he’s letting out a moan, enjoying the way you feel way too much. His body comes down to hover over yours slightly; just enough to hold his own weight but keep close to you. You moan into his mouth when he picks up the pace, thrusting into you a little rougher than the last time. But every single thrust, move, kiss is full of feeling, emotion. Full of lust. Desire. Passion.
“Oh shit.” Your moans are louder this time, echoing over the walls and surely blending into your neighbor’s.
“Want you—” Yeosang whispers in your ear as he continues to thrust deep inside of you, letting you feel every inch of his length in all the right places. “Want you to be mine.” He gives off a breathy moan, biting onto your jaw, gently sucking onto your neck.
“I am yours.” You breathe out.
“Yeah?” He sits back a bit, thumb now coming to your clit to continue pushing you over the edge. “Say it again, baby.”
“I’m yours.”
“Louder.” He growls.
“I’m yours!” You mewl, hand grabbing at your tit while Yeosang fucks into you roughly; clit aching and coil threatening to snap.
“That’s it.” He coos. “So good for me.” And it only takes a few more snaps of his hip, thumb still playing with your sensitive nub before you unravel underneath him. You cry in pleasure, body trembling as your orgasm washes over your body. “Can you ride me, princess? Wanna see you ride me.” He hisses, trying to keep himself together as you continue to feel the after-shocks of your orgasm, walls still squeezing him tightly. You oblige, switching positions and instantly sliding down his length. He lets out a loud groan, head falling back against the wall with hooded lids while he adjusts to the feeling. You waste no time finding a good pace, rocking back and forth on his cock— clit still feeling sensitive from your first orgasm.
“Yeosang, fuck. Feel so full.”
“God damn.” He lets out another breathy moan, hands coming to your hips to guide you. “Just like that.” You pick up your pace, switching between bouncing on his dick to rolling your hips slowly, deeply. “Baby— close—” He pants, unable to compose himself any further. The friction against your clit feels too good that you find your second orgasm bubbling quickly, only taking a few more rolls against Yeosang for you to tip over the edge again. You still in your position while trembling in his grip, and Yeosang fucks up into you to chase his own high shortly afterwards. He releases his load into you, painting your walls white with his seed. You fall forward, lazily kissing him as you both try to bring yourselves back down from cloud nine and regulate your breathing. Yeosang coos you, hands coming up to rub your back and your sides while pressing gentle kisses to your skin. He praises you, telling you how well you did and how perfect you are for him. He gives you one last deep kiss before leading you into the bathroom to get washed up and cleaned up for bed. It’s a quick, sweet shower together; washing off the sweat from tonight’s activities before finishing up your bedtime routine and tossing new sheets onto the bed.
You’ll get to the laundry tomorrow.
Yeosang pulls you onto your chest and cuddles you to sleep, humming along to the song now playing through your bluetooth speakers. It doesn’t take too long for Yeo to fall asleep after you, the exhaustion from tonight hitting him quickly. When morning comes, it’s a lot earlier than Yeosang expects. He was the last to fall asleep, but the first to wake, and he can thank his hard ass dick for that. He tries to shift in his position without waking you, but it’s no use. You’re tucked under his chin nicely while clinging onto him, pressed up to his body as closely as possible. The events from last night keep replaying in his head like a film strip. Now, he’s just fucking horny.
He squeezes at your hip before pressing kisses to your face, his gentle way of waking you up and showing his need. You begin to stir a bit when Yeosang whispers in your ear and tries to wake you up completely. He still has you wrapped in his arms, tucked underneath his chin. “Baby.” He whispers as he continues to softly kiss you on every place possible.
“Mhm?” Your eyes flutter open, and you catch on quick. Yeosang’s hands are roaming all over your sides, his hard dick pressed up against you to feel any friction.
“I’m so hard.” He almost whines into your ear and it’s enough to get you going. “Want you right now.”
“You have me.”
“Yeah?” He gently nibbles on your earlobes, hand trailing down under his shirt you’re wearing to toy with your panties. “Is it okay if I do this, then?” He rubs at your clit through the material of your panties, feeling the wet patch already seeping through.
“Mhm.” You hum as Yeosang dips down to kiss you, thumb still caressing at your nub. It’s when the kiss deepens that he roughly tugs your panties off and does the same with his own boxer briefs. He doesn’t waste any time to position you right where he needs you; getting you to slightly lift your leg so he can slip in at the right angle. It happens quick, bearing in mind that you’re already wet and going from the way he had woken you up earlier.
“God, you always feel too good.” He mutters against your lips. His hand holds up your leg as he continues to rock into you; back and forth. It’s slow and steady before he picks it up, cock hitting you in all the best spots from this position.
“Shit, Sangie— fuck.” You whimper, hips lightly moving to match his rhythm. He lets out a loud groan when you start to do so, the feeling of your walls squeezing against him making it incredibly hard to last. You kiss him once more, lips lazily grazing over his jaw and neck. He hisses when he feels you messily kiss at the base of his neck and suck on the surface.
“You keep moving like that, I won’t last.” He huffs, beginning to rock into you at a rougher pace. The only sounds filling the room at this point are nothing short of pornographic; skin slapping against skin, loud moans and heavy breathing. “I’m close, baby. Cum with me.” You feel yourself tipping over the edge the more he begins to fuck into you at this position, only taking a few more thrusts before you’re yelling his name and digging your nails into his bicep from how hard it hits you; Yeosang reaching his own climax shortly after.
“Kang Yeosang.” You breathe out, his lip lazily grazing your forehead.
“Mm, I like it when you call my name like that.”
“Shut up.” You laugh. “Guess no more sleep for us.”
“I mean, we can. We can just repeat the whole process entirely. I’m down for it.”
“You’re so full of shit.” You laugh, dragging him to the bathroom. “Let’s get up.” You drag him to wash up and get ready for the day, throwing on some high waisted shorts and a cropped tank top to match today’s heat. Yeosang’s ass decides to walk around shirtless and in sweats he had brought over, letting them hang on his hips so damn lowly.
“I have to do so much laundry, thanks to you.” Yeo laughs before taking a sip of water, still standing shirtless in your kitchen.
“Baby.” You hum in response as you load your laundry. “Let’s go on that bike ride you’ve been wanting to do after you’re done.”
“Really?” You smile and he nods.
“Mhm. Then we can go out to eat before cozying up tonight.”
“You’re the best.” You get the laundry going before jumping on him and giving him a kiss.
“Wanna go another round?”
“I hate you.” You laugh when Yeo smothers you in kisses, dropping you onto the bed to let him take care of you yet again. He can’t get enough of you.
You finally get to finishing and folding your laundry, all while Yeosang whips up some lunch and sets it on the coffee table for you two to enjoy. After, you take that bike ride with Yeosang down the coast; letting the breeze hit you as you bike down a good 2-3 miles before hopping off and taking pictures together. You take him to a good bbq spot nearby, drinking and feeding each other while enjoying deep conversations together. No topic ever feels dumb or silly around Yeosang, and you’re grateful he happily participates in the conversation regardless of what it is. The both of you laugh loudly and smile the entire time, enjoying each other’s sweet company as you’ve learned to do over these few weeks. It’s easy to admit that Yeosang has become your favorite person, and the best part of your days are now the ones spent with him. You’re positive there’s nothing else that comes close. Nothing. And as much as that makes you happy, it’s the same thing that terrifies you the most.
You hate thinking about it, but your time with Yeosang is coming to an end. He’d have his last few days before he’s heading back to the city, back to the life he’s used to living. Back to life without you? Because let’s face it— even if he wanted to continue your relationship, it wouldn’t feel the same as having him next to you every day. With the time left, you’re torn between making the most of it, or being torn up over it.
“Baby.” Yeosang tugs on your hand as he continues to lock his fingers with yours, trying his best to grab your attention.
“Huh?” He chuckles.
“Can hear you thinking.” You look down and kick at the rocks beneath your feet.
“You already know what it is.” He lets out a breath before he pauses in his steps, pulling you towards him. He brushes your hair back and gently lifts your chin; his touches all soft, tender.
“Hey. I know it’s easier said than done, but I really don’t want you to worry. As long as you’re willing to work with me through it, then we’ll be good.” He gives you a reassuring smile. “Okay? You’re in this with me, right?” You nod.
“But, Sangie—”
“No but’s.” He laughs when you whine about him not letting you finish your sentence. “Okay, okay. What is it?”
“Will you forget me?” Yeosang’s forehead pinches ever so slightly at the question, head tilting to the side as he reads into it. He can tell there’s sadness swirling in those beautiful eyes of yours, a forced smile creeping at the corner of your lips to downplay the sadness behind it. It breaks his heart that you’d even think that way, so he can’t help but cup your cheek and gently caress the surface.
“Why would you think that, baby? I would never.” He responds softly. “You know how much I want this, right? Despite the distance. Nothing about that will change.”
“Okay.” You respond softly. He lets out a small sigh before planting a kiss on your forehead and pulling you in for a tight hug.
“We’re gonna be okay. As long as you’re with me.”
“I am.” You don’t even realize how pained and choked up you sound when you let the statement fall from your lips; it’s not that you were unsure about Yeosang. You could never be. Yeosang had to be the greatest blessing you have ever been granted with in this fucked up world. An unexpected blessing you weren’t even sure you deserved. How? You were unsure about yourself. How could you be the girl he needs, he deserves, if everyone else deemed you unworthy and useless?
“Then it’ll be fine.” He takes you to the sand and plops down onto the sand, asking for your hand as a way to ask you to join him. You sit next to him, holding onto his arm and resting your head on his shoulder as you look out to the ocean.
“Aren’t you gonna miss it?”
“I will. I’ll miss a lot of things.”
“Like what?” He smirks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You whine a bit and pout, causing Yeosang to subtly bite onto his bottom lip to prevent himself from smiling too big.
“Yeosang.” You pout.
“I’ll miss you the most.” He presses a light kiss to the top of your head. “Here. Why don’t we plan something for the next time we see each other?” He shifts in his position to look at you a little better. “Wanna come to me in the city? You can stay at my place and you can meet my friends.”
“Okay.” You giggle. “I can ask Jungkook for time off in the next 3 weeks or so?”
“Mhm.” He nods. “Just let me know what date works and I’ll clear everything out for you, love.” You smile and lean back onto his arm.
“Okay. And then?”
“Then, the next time, I’ll come down here. We can go back and forth until we figure out a better plan in the long term. Sound good?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“I know it sounds tiring right now, but I hope you know I’m willing to do it for you. No questions asked.” You continue to silently listen to the waves crashing against the sand in front of you. “I’ll do anything for you, Y/N. You made everything about coming here worth it.”
“I hope so.”
“You’re mine, yeah?” He asks and you nod against him before kissing him on the cheek. That night, Keeho, Mingi, Jungkook and Mina join for a tiny bonfire, a last hurrah of some sort for Yeo. You laugh seeing him enjoy one of his last moments with the boys, downing beers and singing along to the songs playing on Keeho’s mini bluetooth speakers. From time to time, Yeosang would dedicate his singing to you, playfully hug you from behind and try to smother your face in kisses. You and Mina took charge of snapping a few photos before taking a walk near the water, leaving the boys to trail behind as they fuck around and continue to loudly sing at the top of their lungs.
“So, what are you gonna do when Yeosang goes back? Did you two plan anything?” You nod as you continue to look at the sand beneath you.
“Yeah. I’m gonna ask Jungkook if I can take some time off to visit him.”
“That’s good.” She playfully nudges you. “He’s so sweet, Y/N. He really adores you, it’s so obvious how much he does. I’m glad his vacation brought you two together.”
“Yeah, unexpected things can be good, huh?” She laughs.
“Do you love him?”
“Is it too early to say so?” She shakes her head.
“Never. I think when two people instantly connect and build a connection like that, there is no such thing as too early.” You shrug.
“I just hope I can keep being good for him, you know? Can’t help but think about it. Our distance. Us being apart.”
“You’re good for each other. I can see it.” You shrug.
“He’s too good for me.”
“Stop it. Don’t start getting into your head, okay? He genuinely cares about you.”
“Yeah, I know.” You look at her with a small smile even though your head is already swirling with a million uncertainties— ones she won’t ever know about. “Gonna miss him a lot.”
“You two will get through this and make it work.” You gently bump arms with hers.
“Hope so.”
“Baby!” Yeosang yells drunkly, coming to hug you from behind. “Baby.” He repeats against your head, giving you a sweet kiss to the cheek.
“Mhm?”
“I really, really like you.” He says near your ear. “You m-make me so happy. Like.. so fucking happy. I didn’t even expect it and truthfully, I kept telling myself I shouldn’t.” He goes on, making Mina giggle as she slowly steps back and lets you two have your space. “B-but I’m glad I just said fuck it because I—” He dips down to look at you in pure adoration and love. “You’re so pretty. God, you’re so pretty. I feel so fucking lucky.”
“You’re drunk, Sangie.” You laugh and he hugs you tighter from behind, causing you to pause in your steps and sink into his hug a little more.
“Will not confirm nor deny.” You snort. “But, I still mean everything.”
“You’ve been too good to me. What did I do to deserve it?” You ask softly as you lean into his hug, the question mainly meant to stay in your head. Too late now, though.
“You didn’t have to do anything, love.” He snuggles against your neck and gently places a kiss on the surface. “You’re mine.”
“I am.” You bite onto your bottom lip before kissing his hand, unraveling yourself from his arms to hold his hand and walk alongside of him. Sooner or later, the boys decide they’re crashing from the beer and find it a good point to call it a night. They all give Yeosang a big hug before parting, Mina making sure they all make it home in one piece.
Though Yeosang is drunk, he’s able to walk to your apartment without making too much chaos. You find it incredibly endearing how clingy he seems to get while intoxicated, not able to keep his hands off of you the entire time walk home. Not that you were complaining or anything. It’s crazy because he can pick up on the mood shift, the change in the air, when you walk into the apartment. He can tell there’s something else in your eyes, in your look, your touch. You’re not sad, but you aren’t the happiest either. Quite frankly, you’re not sure how to pinpoint the exact feeling, but you’re finding the need to really make use of your time left with Yeosang. For the rest of the night, you just want to be with him. To kiss every inch, to keep him close. To love on him. You don’t say much as you continue to walk into your studio, quietly grabbing your pajamas before heading to the bathroom and asking Yeosang to join you for a quick shower. His eyes are still glazed over and slightly red, but he joins you anyway— undressing and tossing his clothes aside before stepping into the hot shower.
Everything about the shower from start to finish is intimate; Yeosang starts off by helping shampoo and condition your hair, long fingers massaging deep into your scalp. You do the same with him, running your hands through his hair as you wash off the product, letting the water cascade down his features. The entire time, Yeosang tightens his grip on your hips, keeping you close even as you wash him off. He doesn’t waste a minute to kiss you, tongue lining your bottom lip as a subtle way to ask for permission— to take this further. As the kiss deepens, you gently tug on the hair resting on the nape of his neck, letting out small moans when you feel Yeosang’s hard length pressed against you. No words are exchanged, but both you and Yeosang transmitted every thought, every feeling, every ounce of pleasure, through your touches, your kisses. He gently backs you to the wall, lifting your leg up and holding it against him— careful not to break the kiss as he finds the perfect angle to tease your slit with his tip and slip himself inside of you. You moan into his mouth when he eases in, the stretch feeling so, so good under the running water.
“God, fuck.” Yeosang moans as he continues to thrust up into you, keeping a slow and steady pace. “So tight for me.”
“Keep going. Please.” You continue to plead for more, and who was Yeosang to deny you of that? He plunges deeper and gets a lil rougher, your back feeling the slight burn from the contact of the cold wall. Your moans are louder this time around, Yeosang continuing to pound into you to bring you to your high.
“I’ll give you everything.” He groans. “Wanna give you the world, baby.” He nibbles onto your earlobe, gently nibbling at your jaw, neck. You tug on the ends of his hair, slowly moving your hips to work with his rhythm. “Cum for me, hm?” He hums, free hand coming down to massage at your sensitive nub. His thumb works in deep, circular motions— at the perfect pace he knows you respond well to. You whine and beg for Yeosang to keep going, spilling out lewd noises as his cock hits you in all the right places, finally pushing you over the edge after a few more thrusts. Your moans echo and bounce off the bathroom walls, whimpering when he chases his own high. His movements become a little sloppy with the force he’s exerting, his own coil snapping within him not too long after you. He coats your walls, muffling his moans against your neck as he gives you every last drop;
Giving you every last bit of him.
“That was nice.” You tease with a giggle before giving him another sweet kiss to the lips.
“It was. We should definitely get cleaned up now.” You nod, letting Yeosang lather you up in some body wash in between kisses before you repeat the same on him.
When you both finally step out of the shower and finish getting ready for bed, you immediately tuck yourself into Yeosang’s arms, indulging in his warmth and scent. You wish you could pause time and keep it here forever— in the warmest, safest spot you know. And Yeosang feels the same way, too. He wants to repeat the night over and over again, especially when he finds himself yearning for another round just to show you how much you nean to him; laying kisses all over your face, body, before he gets you on all fours and fucks into you like no tomorrow. Especially when you’re so, so good to him, begging and moaning his name like a mantra with every thrust. Especially when you submit to him and give him everything he asks of you. Especially when you tuck yourself into his arms again post-orgasm and cling onto him.
He softly sings a song as he watches you fall into sleep, brushing the hair away from your face to lay a kiss on your forehead. When he looks at you, everything feels right again. When he looks at you, he feels like he’s holding the universe in his arms, has the brightest stars swirling in his orbit. When he looks at you, he sees love. It’s the kind of love he’s never really felt before. One that just feels right, like it’s meant to be. Like he just knows.
“Goodnight, baby.” He whispers against your skin before pulling you closer and shutting his eyes, not wanting to spend a minute away from you.
The last morning comes, and you wish it hadn’t. But the day is here, and you’re forced to face it regardless if you like it or not. You weren’t sure where this would lead you, but now that you’re having to face it. You’re sad, and you’re wanting to hide. Even if Yeosang never had plans to hurt you in the first place. You know he could never hurt a soul; yet, it still didn’t stop you from having those thoughts, from overthinking, from letting your past run your present. The only thing you felt like you were good at at this point was running— running away as far as possible from problems and potential heartbreak.
Luckily, you’re alone this morning and you can cry about it. Yeosang left you alone to go on a run and it’s the perfect time to fucking cry over all of this. You cry about it without Yeosang having to know, you cry about it without any worry that he’d see you. Because you needed to. You needed to cry about it, and you needed to let your feelings out. You were gonna hate this. You were gonna be so sad without him. You might even feel a little regret for having fallen for someone who wasn’t meant to stick around. What if you couldn’t be it for him? What if he realized he couldn’t do this with you? What if he realized you weren’t worth it? What if you just couldn’t be the girl who could take care of him and treat him well in this distance? It all feels so sickening and so, so awful. You should’ve known that maybe, you just weren’t ready to face it. To face this. To be.. this.
You sob into your hands when every negative thought, every overbearing insecurity starts to fill your head— telling you this, telling you that. You weren’t sure what to do from here, and you weren’t sure how things would actually go with Yeosang being gone. It’s not that you didn’t have faith in him. You didn’t have faith in yourself, in your ability to be what Yeosang needed, to provide the love he so absolutely deserved. You didn’t know.
When you’ve cried all that you have left in you, you quickly pad to his bathroom and wash up— making sure to add a little cream to your extra sensitive spots around the eyes to help cover up the fact that you had been crying all morning. You change into the clothes you arrived in last night, cleaning around Yeosang’s studio and making his bed. You whip up a good breakfast, plating the food just as he walks through the door in his loose muscle tank and shorts; face still gleaming with sweat.
“Hey.” He quickly pecks you on the cheek, smiling at the breakfast you made. “Yum.” You giggle. “Let me go shower real quick and I’ll join you, okay? Thank you for the food.” He kisses you on the lips, smiling into the kiss before squeezing your ass and walking off to the bathroom.
Despite the crying, nothing else felt off that morning. At least, Yeosang didn’t pick up on anything, and he certainly couldn’t tell you had been crying while he was out. Though, he does pick up on how much sadder you look, and how much quieter you’ve been today compared to the rest of his time here. It does feel different, but pairing it with the circumstances, it wasn’t entirely unusual. After breakfast, you clean up the dishes and help Yeosang pack up all his things. It’s taking everything in you not to cry again, your heart shattering to pieces at the uncertainty you feel. Yeosang will never know, though. Cause as long as he’s still here, you’ll make sure he spends his time wisely so that he’s returning happy. Rested. Content. Complete. That’s all that matters right now.
You and Yeo take a quick walk to the convenience store to grab him some food for the road, Yeosang saying his goodbyes to the people he’s met and run into. You wish he could stay, maybe it would be easier. But, you’d never be that selfish to make him choose. He shouldn’t have to choose.
“Baby.” Yeosang calls for you, tugging you by the hand and pulling you close.
“Hm?” You hum while he brushes your hair back.
“You okay?” You pout a bit, but you shake your head.
“I will be.” He can see the tears welling in your eyes and he sucks on his teeth before hugging you tightly and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“We’ll be okay.” He says softly. “Remember? We’re going to visit each other and I’ll come back here as soon as I can. It’s nothing a quick trip into town can’t fix.”
“I know. But, I’m just gonna miss you. A lot.”
“I’ll miss you, too. It’ll come before you know it.” You don’t respond because you’re not sure what else you can say at this point. You’re heartbroken and sad, and there’s nothing that can mask the feelings you’re experiencing at this moment.
Even the ride to the train station is quiet. You’ve opted to look out the window the entire time while holding his hand tightly. Jungkook lets you and Mingi stroll into work a little later today to tend to Yeosang, so Mingi’s in the driver’s seat. He chimes in a few times here and there, but otherwise, he keeps to himself. He does it because the few times he’s looked in the rear view mirror, he can hear you thinking. He can see the internal battle that’s going on, he can see you fighting yourself to stay collected. When on the inside, he knows you’ve already fallen apart.
“You have to come back, alright? We’ll miss you. We’ll wait for you to visit again.” Mingi says, pulling Yeosang into a hug before patting his back a few times and helping him with his luggage. Mingi steps away to give you two your moment, and all you do is throw your arms around Yeosang tightly. He whispers how much you mean to him and how much he’ll miss you against your head, telling you that he’ll wait for you to come to him and that he’ll always choose you. You look up at him and finally give him a few pecks to the lips, taking in every last bit of him before he goes.
“I love you.” He says lowly, and it makes you feel excited and sad at the same time to hear the words come out of his mouth.
“I love you, too.” You stick a few extra polaroids you’ve taken of him, the town, your friends and the both of you together in his jacket pocket before wrapping your arms around him tightly. It’s a hug that feels like the last time, and it shatters your heart into a million pieces knowing you won’t be able to do this tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. He leaves you with one last deep, passionate kiss.
When his figure disappears into the station, you break down in Mingi’s arms, and he’s having to hold you, console you, for a good couple of minutes. He tries his best to coo you and calm you down, but he knows there’s nothing he can say or do to make this better at the moment. As much as he’d like to block you and save you from your own thoughts, he can’t. But, he holds you and holds you because it’s the best thing he can do as your friend right now.
“You’ll see him soon, things will fall into place again. Let’s get you home.” You quietly oblige, continuing to cry silently in the passenger’s seat once Mingi takes off and brings you home.
Yeosang hates it. He looks out the window of the train, watching the town drift away behind him. He feels his own tears pricking his bottom lids and he can’t help but quickly wipe away at it when the town gets further and further away. Separating from you was the worst thing he’s felt in awhile, even though he’ll see you soon. It’s just hard to have to go about his days without seeing you like he used to. It’ll be a big fucking adjustment.
He texts you during his train ride, checking in on you and making sure you’re okay. You don’t text him too quickly, and he suspects it’s because you’re having a hard time yourself. You do eventually respond though, and it puts a smile on his face that you still seem to be the same despite the circumstances.
“Look who’s back!” Wooyoung, Jongho and Chaerin stand there to welcome him back. He smiles at them, giving them all a big hug. It’s a big source of comfort for him right now.
“So, how was your trip?! Heard you were having a good ass time.” Jongho teases from the back seat, squeezing Yeosang’s shoulders.
“We missed you.” Chaerin adds.
“I didn’t. I think that was just you.” Wooyoung teases and she flips him off.
“Fuck off Wooyoung.”
“I missed you guys, too. It was fun, though.”
“Tell us about Y/N.” Wooyoung smirks from the driver’s seat. “Do we get to meet her?”
“Yeah, maybe.” Yeosang smiles to himself at the thought of you before diving into the details of everything he’s done in town, all the people he met, Keeho, Mina, Jungkook and Mingi. They all grab dinner at a sushi spot in town, now giving Yeosang updates about what’s been going on at work and in their lives over the past month. Chaerin keeps close to him even though she’s torn about her feelings right now. Of course, she’s happy that Yeosang is happy. It’s all she wants. But, she won’t lie and say she’s okay because she’s not. Right now, she’ll push her feelings aside and welcome him home because she is glad to have him back. She knows he needs his friend more than anything. Overall, it’s a good dinner, and he’s happy to be back with his friends.
Afterwards, Wooyoung takes everyone home, bidding Yeosang farewell and telling him to sleep well before his first day back tomorrow. Yeosang lets out a sigh when he kicks off his shoes and sets his things aside. He immediately gets to showering before unpacking, neatly folding his clothes back into his closet unless he’s tossing them into his hamper. He looks around his empty apartment, grabbing a cold glass of water to drink before shutting off the lights. Settling at home feels.. weird, to say the least. Home is still home, and he finds comfort in that. But, home doesn’t feel as complete without you.
He pads over to his room and finishes tidying up the last bit of his things before getting his clothes ready for tomorrow. He digs into his jacket hanging on his chair, pulling out the shell you gifted him earlier in the month and the polaroids you stuck into his pocket. He sets them down on the nightstand next to his bed, smiling to himself when he quickly flips through them. It’ll be a nice ‘lil reminder when he needs it the most, so he keeps it there. When he settles in bed, he grabs his phone to read your latest texts. He gets distracted and smiles when he sees your picture as his lockscreen, his numbers finding his way to your contact information and pressing the call button.
“Hey you.” He bites his lip hearing your voice on the other line.
“Hey baby.”
“Finished with your dinner?”
“Mhm. It was nice.”
“You tipsy, huh?” You giggle and it makes him crack an even bigger smile.
“Kinda, yeah. I miss you, pretty.”
“I miss you too, Sangie. I’m glad dinner was good. I’m sure your friends are happy to have you back.”
“Mm, they’re okay. How’s everything there?”
“Good. I just got home not too long ago from the restaurant. Trying to keep myself as busy as possible.” He lets out a breath, throwing his hand behind his head.
“I get that.”
“You ready to head back to work tomorrow?”
“Sheesh, hell no.” He laughs. “But, it was a good month away so I can’t really complain.”
“It’ll be fine, love.” You say softly and Yeosang’s heart soars; he can almost feel his heart ready to burst out of his chest.
“Mmyeah.”
“You should go to sleep.”
“Only if you come with.” You laugh.
“Well, I am in bed. Can we fall asleep on the phone together?”
“Of course. I’ll probably be up early, though.”
“That’s fine. I know you’ll hang up and leave me for work.”
“Baby.” Yeosang kinda whines and you laugh a little louder.
“Kidding. I know, I know.”
“I can’t wait until I see you already.” Yeosang says sleepily, turning to his side as he plugs his phone into the charger.
“Same.”
“Damn.” Yeosang groans a bit, eyes getting heavy. “Fucking hate sleeping without you.”
“Go to sleep, tipsy.”
“I love you, Y/N.” You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat as you let his words marinate.
“I love you, too.” You respond, barely above a whisper. “Sleep well, Yeosang.”
The first day Yeosang steps back into the office, he’s greeted by a couple of people that are happy to have him back. Everyone compliments on the glow he’s sporting and how happy and refreshed he seems to be. He can’t help but shyly laugh about it, a red tint coloring his cheeks when he tells them he’s had a good time and that he might’ve met someone really special there. He sets his things down onto his desk, fixing up a few things before he heads towards the kitchen with his mug in hand. There are a few interns sitting in one of the main conference rooms, and Yeosang is able to get a good look at them on his way to the kitchen. They all look fairly young, as if they had just graduated. One sits at the far corner in a loose grey button up shirt tucked into his slacks, black frames sitting on his face. He gives Yeosang a tight-lipped smile when they accidentally make contact, making Yeosang give him a curt nod in response.
“Hella interns.” Wooyoung throws his arm around Yeosang as they continue to walk to the kitchen.
“Do we have one?”
“No. I think most of them are in R&D. Operations. A select few in marketing and media.”
“Cool.”
“So, when exactly are we going to meet Y/N?”
“She’s gonna come down in a few weeks.” He glares at Woo. “When she does, please don’t be all up in her space.”
“Why not?” Woo laughs loudly. “I’m sure we’ll get along fine.” He smiles widely at his bestfriend. “Fucking champ, look at you. Not only did you get some, but you also got a girlfriend out of it.” Yeo nudges him in the chest as he grabs a cup of coffee.
“The hell is wrong with you, seriously.”
“She’s cute.” Wooyoung smiles as he picks up Yeosang’s phone resting on the counter. “Is Mina single?” Yeosang snatches the phone out of his grip and rolls his eyes.
As for the rest of the day, it goes by as normally as possible. Yeosang falls back into his routine quickly; the only change now being that he’s carved out time to talk to you on the phone or facetime you. All the things he does in a day, he does it with you in mind— he takes pictures to send to you and vice versa, he thinks of little things he can buy for you and surprise you with later. He cooks himself a good meal or two he imagines you’d like. So despite falling back into his usual routine, it’s more exciting this time around because he has you.
Over the days, weeks, leading up to the day he’d see you again, you were good about answering his calls and his texts. You’d send him pictures of yourself, or with your friends and he’d do the same. Sometimes, you’d send him the nastiest nudes and he wouldn’t know how to act, spending some hours late at night having phone sex with you, yearning for every inch of you. Everything made it easier to cope with the distance; every conversation feeling like the first.
But as time got closer to the day you’d come down to visit him, you’d gotten busier. He didn’t think much of it, knowing you were always so cooped up at the restaurant or shelter. It did make him sad, especially when it’d be hours on end and he’d barely hear from you, or when you’d tell him you were too tired to talk for long. Still, Yeosang didn’t think anything was wrong. He couldn’t think anything was wrong because there wasn’t any telling sign that could point to a particular problem besides you being tired. He trusted you, though. He remained patient. Now that he thinks about it, maybe he shouldn’t have, maybe he should’ve pressed a little harder to keep your attention. Yeosang wishes he can rewind time— rewind time to when things felt perfect, when things felt so good and so new. So fresh. So beautiful. Especially when the day comes that he gets to see you again. Or so, he thought.
He wakes up to a rather early ‘goodmorning’ text from you, but that’s all there is to it. He sends a quick ‘can’t wait to see you’ in response before scrambling to get up and get ready for work. Despite being a few minutes late, he’s still happily walking around the office. He greets a few people goodmorning, which is a bit out of character for him, but he smiles it off anyway. Grabs his usual cup of coffee while running into a few of the new interns and carries on with his day.
“Is she coming?!” Jongho pops up at Yeosang’s desk while he’s deep into his pile of work, trying to get it all knocked out of the way so he can stroll up out of here sooner than later.
“Mhm! She should be on the way.”
“Dude, fuck work? Get outta here and get ready to see your girl.” Yeosang shakes his head and laughs. “You should’ve called in sick.”
“Yeah, cause they’d definitely let me do that after taking a whole month off.” Yeosang sighs. “All good, I’m almost done here anyway.”
“What’re you gonna do tonight?”
“Take her out for dinner, maybe catch a movie at the theater?”
“Cute. How long is she gonna stay for?”
“A week?”
“Then you’ll go back to see her a few weeks after?” Yeosang nods. “Damn. What about later on in the future? Have you guys discussed that far?”
“No. But, we will. We’ll figure it out.”
“Let’s plan dinner with her tomorrow or something. Definitely before she leaves.” Yeo nods.
“Yeah, I’ll let her know. She said she really wants to meet you guys.”
“Never seen you this sappy before. Shit is crazy.” Jongho teases before Yeo playfully throws punches his way that he blocks.
Once Yeosang finishes up with work, he waves to his friends and hurries out of the building to make it to the flower shop before it closes. He grabs a fresh, colorful bouquet, bringing it to his nose before smiling contently— imagining that pretty smile of yours, hearing that cute giggle of yours ringing in the air.
It had been too long, and Yeosang couldn’t wait to have you back in his arms.
He checks his watch and realizes he’ll be running a few minutes late if he doesn’t hurry and book it to the meeting spot you two had agreed on earlier in the week. He quickly sends you a text to let you know he’s on his way to the spot and shoves his phone into his pocket without giving it a second look. Yeosang picked a spot that wasn’t entirely far from work and right next to a restaurant he made reservations for tonight. At the end of the bridge that joins two streets together, he’d hopefully find you there.
❊ FLASHBACK
“Did you get the link I just sent you?” Yeosang asks on the phone, and you pull up the address to the restaurant he forwarded.
“Mhm! I should go here?”
“Tell the taxi to drop you off across the street, there’s a passenger drop-off area. The restaurant is on the other side of the bridge. I’ll be there.”
“Okay.
“I’m sorry I can’t pick you up at the station, love.” He says defeatedly. “I’m just getting out of work at that time.”
“That’s okay, I can make my way around like a big girl.” You laugh.
“Can’t wait to kiss you and hold you again.”
“I can’t wait either.”
❊ END
He gets there and he’s half-relieved you haven’t arrived yet, or else he would’ve felt terrible for making you wait. He brushes himself off a bit, holding the bouquet close to his chest while he waits; scanning the surroundings for any sign of you. Everytime he catches sight of a taxi dropping off passengers across the street, he holds his breath; both nervous and excited to see your face after weeks of seeing you solely over the phone. But, nothing.
He looks down at his watch and realizes 15 minutes have passed, and they have been the longest 15 minutes he’s known to ever endure. He’s slightly worried as to why you haven’t arrived yet, dumbing it down to the fact that maybe your train was late. Or, that there was a ton of traffic on the way over [since it is rush hour time]. He waits. And he waits.
15 minutes turns into 30, and Yeosang finds himself sitting on a bench when it nears 45 minutes. The little light of hope he once had was quickly diminishing; his heart breaking, crumbling to pieces. Those sharp edges cutting into him deep, making him feel sick to his stomach as he sets the bouquet down on the floor when it reaches the hour mark. You weren’t here. You weren’t ever going to be here.
Even though he continues to wait, pulling his phone in and out of his pocket to check if he somehow missed you, missed a call, a text. It’s then that he realizes the text never even went through, that your number was no longer a blue bubble, but green. He feels his hands trembling, lips releasing a shaky breath he had been holding onto; the only thing he’s had left in him. Because he loved you, and he still does, even though tonight showed that maybe, you didn’t feel the same. And what hurts the most for Yeosang is that he’s not sure if you ever did because clearly, you were never his.
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I just saw a tiktok of a Ghost cosplayer with pet rats but i love rats i wish i have pet rats so i got curious and wanted to see how would the 141 boys(+Alejandro and/or König) react if they see me befriending the rats secretly living in the base? i would love you eternally
For some serotonin here's the video w ghost and pet rats: https://www.tiktok.com/@shapeshiftaer/video/7165160702729145605?_r=1&u_code=da6g2h666f6h6m®ion=PH&mid=6970778293524040453&preview_pb=0&language=en&_d=da5j9gg07lj4j4&share_item_id=7165160702729145605&source=h5_t×tamp=1674199079&user_id=6778003587173319682&sec_user_id=MS4wLjABAAAApPEAzCQYeDj81EpOcp49eqYK3Gktx_tiT7zNNy_uV5JmJLVK-mjeFM2SEZejwaPf&utm_source=copy&utm_campaign=client_share&utm_medium=android&share_iid=7180952232861746970&share_link_id=15b9e9f5-c5af-4378-ac37-18933696387a&share_app_id=1180&ugbiz_name=Main&ug_btm=b2001
The Rat Whisperer
Recently, the 141 had been having a rat problem and had been meaning to call someone to come deal with them. That was the case until they saw Y/n interact with them...
Price
This man stared at you from a DISTANCE
He WAS NOT getting close to them at all
If he saw you making conversation with them he would just stare
Dead stare
Mouth open and confused
He would call you up to his office and ask why you were...talking with the rats
Eventually you two would come to the agreement that as long as they rats didn't mess with anything, they could stay
Sometimes still questioned his decision when he sees them casually walking around the base
Ghost
When he saw you, he was curious to see why you were staring a corner
When he came over, he saw the rats
He didn't freak out
Just stared for a bit
"So you like rats, eh?"
Bends down and joins in on your rat meetings
Didn't mind having them around one bit
Even gave them names too
Even made homes for them
Let's some of them sleep in the room with him
Tells them stories
This man has w Rizz
W rat rizz
Soap
Was going to wakeup you up in the morning and decided to just open your door rather than knock
Bro screamed when he saw the rats
He bolted before he even step foot in there
He was no fond of them for awhile
It took you awhile to convince him that they were not going to hurt him
Even showed him the one you named "Lil Ghost" because his fur looked like Ghost's mask
Slowly he got used to them, and joined you in your room sometimes
Would love having Lil Ghost around too
Carry him on his shoulder
Feed him
Probably even end up keeping him in his room from then on
Got mad at recruits if they tried to hurt the rats, especially Lil Ghost
Gaz
My guy didn't mind them at all when he found you with them
He loved having them around if he was doing paperwork
Made little outfits for them
Made homes too and Ghost definitely helped
Called them his children
Became a Rat Dad
Named one, Gaz Jr
Brought them everywhere he went in the base
Let very few touch them though
Super protective
Let them eat some of his food if he wasn't that hungry too
Alejandro
No, no, NO
This man did not do rats no matter how hard you tried to convince him
If he saw one he screamed and did not move
Deadass frozen in place
He would literally try to stand on top of a table too if he saw them around him
Would curse at them in Spanish until they left
Wait for Rodolfo or you to get the rat
Bro kept his distance
If he saw one walking around, he would ask the recruits to get you
Poor guy
König
You introduced him to your rats that were usually in the corner one day
He didn't mind them
Was very very careful with them
Had this white rat with red eyes that he loved
He called her "Rosmarin"
Always brought clothes for her
Got mad if anyone nearly hurt her too
Loved to return from missions and see her
Took bathes with her if he could
Didn't let the other rats around her
Kept her all to himself
Thank you for this request Anon!
It was definitely fun to do!
Crazy that Alejandro's first fic on here involves rats lol
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Also, I do have another request that I'm working on atm so bear with me
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-Guards
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Polaroid
peter maximoff x reader smut
warnings: solo masturbation. that's pretty much it, sorry
word count: 2,625
a/n: i wrote about him jerking off again. whoops. i've been absent for a week. but i'll be home tomorrow !! and hopefully i can get back into the flow of writing. until then, here's this rushed, unpolished thing i wrote on a whim !! it's super clunky and i'm so sorry lol !!
edit: made some minor changes to this. fixed some things that felt off, but overall it's still the same idea.
taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz (as usual, ask to be added !!)
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Home alone, at long last. Helllllllz to the yeah. Down in the heart of his (mom’s) basement, Peter lies lazily on his back in bed. Today, it's one of those slow, hot afternoons midway through summer. Sunny, with a slight overcast. Peter hasn’t been outside to see it for himself. But he heard some guy on the radio call it “totally tubular” weather for a day at the beach.
He almost wishes he’d take a two second run to the Bahamas, or somewhere else. Peter could kick it back on a towel and watch babes in bikinis walk by. Maybe he could even stir up some trouble in the sand. Like he used to do, way back in his childhood. Just for some extra mayhem.
Alas. Today, Peter feels lazier than lazy. He’s found a new name for himself in Lazyville. As the leading candidate in the office of laziness. Speeding all around the globe for the umpteenth time this week sounds like too much work. Even a super powered mutant, living life in the fast lane, has his off days sometimes. What’s one break, eh? Breathing a sigh, he stares up at the ceiling. Earphones rest over his ears. Peter listens to a melodious tune by Jefferson Starship. Over his belly, he twirls his thumbs, bobbing his head along with his jams. Chillaxin’ and relaxin’ as one should on his day off. Hm.
Except, Peter’s kind of antsy. No one’s home at the moment. He has all this free time to do whatever he wants, in the privacy of said home. With not a soul around to judge him, or even bug him. And listen. It’s been centuries since he got off. Which may or may not be a slight exaggeration.
But wouldn’t you believe it? Despite his uniquely handsome features and outrageously fit bod; Peter has absolutely no game whatsoever. Crazy, right? Who woulda thought it? The dude who locked himself away in his (mom’s) basement for a good ten years. He’s awkward as hell? Say it ain’t so! Whoa!! Insane in the membrane!!!
Not to mention, it might as well have been a geological age since he got laid. Whatever. Who needs the companionship of someone else to have a totally righteous time, huh? Haha…
Ahem.
Today, Peter dubs himself the crowned king of slacking off and jacking off.
Pulling his earphones down to rest around his neck, his fingers move to find his jeans. He teases himself for a beat or two, his palm rubbing over the denim. Another beat, and his cock is freed from the tight, restrictive material. Peter makes a mental note: He might need to invest in looser pants. This pair is rough and uncomfortable around his legs, so he shoves them all the way down to his ankles with virtually no shame.
What does it matter anyway? For the time being, he’s free. At least until his mom gets back, that is. He should really stop thinkin’ about that. Every time Peter remembers - oh, yeah - he’s a grown ass man still living at his mom’s place; it kinda wrecks the vibe. Makes the mood crash and burn. Total boner killer. And he’s not even hard yet.
His half-hard cock rests limply over a curly patch of silver hairs. Peter would never admit it to anyone, but he’s always been self conscious of his hair situation. Some chick back in high school - he can’t even remember her name - said his silvery bush “looked really weird.” Like the pubes of some geriatric.
Peter can barely picture her face at this point. But the sound of her giggling at his expense is, unfortunately, locked away in his brain forever. Another embarrassing memory to withstand the test of time. Probably until he dies, or becomes a geriatric himself.
What was he doing again? Oh. Right.
Peter gives his dick a firm squeeze, like he’s checking to make sure it’s still there. Before taking the semi-hard length into his hand. Slowly, he strokes himself to hardness. Breathing a relieved sigh, Peter settles into the groovy-patterned sheets of his bed. The smooth tip of his cock inches through his closed fist with every stroke. As his frustration blossoms, his length throbs with an intense longing for something more.
Thick veins pulsate under his hand. Sparkling beads of precum leak from his tip. He coats the head in a generous glaze of slickness, eliciting a hushed noise from the depths of his throat. Keeping himself as quiet as humanly possible is basically a instinctive response. But he doesn’t have to hold himself back right now, does he?
Sweet. Peter’s gonna be as loud and obnoxious as he wants.
Pumping his cock a bit faster, he momentarily stops to fondle his balls. They rest heavy in his palm, smooth to the touch and loose between his fingers. After teasing himself impatiently, Peter redirects his attention to his twitching length. Aching for more stimulation. He jerks off with a pleasurable rhythm. Subconsciously following the beat that resonates from his earphones, his strokes fall into a more consistent pace. He leans further back in bed, letting his lips part. His nerves tingle. And as he revels in the sensation, he loudly moans. Letting the noise rip through the silence of his ( mom’s ) basement.
Said basement has now become more stifling. Kudos to the summertime heat for that one. Peter’s Conan the Barbarian T-Shirt - now damp with his sweat - feels like too much of a hindrance. He pulls the fabric up, letting his upper half breath. With his shirt clamped between his teeth, Peter leaves his body exposed. A sheen of sweat coats his abs, and his pecs raise with each labored breath he takes.
He takes a half second to admire his own physique. Honestly? No bullshit? His body looks pretty damn amazing. If only there were someone around to appreciate how naturally jacked he is. It’s a hell of a tragedy, really. All this smokin’ hot, speedster bod goin’ to waste. Tsk tsk tsk.
Who was he even kidding? Why would anyone wanna waste their time messin’ around with a total shut-in like him?
Dammit. Now's not the time for some hateful, self-ribbing. He should distract himself with something. Something like-
Using the gift of his mutation, Peter increases his speed by a few notches. His fist squeezes tightly around his length, stroking his cock even faster. He groans into his shirt, knitting his brows as arousal washes through his groin in waves. It feels good. Really fucking good.
But it’s not enough. He wants to utilize this free time as much as he can. It’s the perfect opportunity to get even more frisky than he usually would. Peter bolts around the basement, searching for a few hidden…uh…treasures, we’ll call them. In a blink, he reappears on his bed, leaving his overly tight jeans and boxers discarded on the floor.
Lying next to Peter over the wrinkled blankets, rest a bottle of lube - the tingly kind, a stroker toy - clear, with literal, silver lining, and a polaroid photo. The toy hasn’t been used in eons, but its quality is still up to par. Peter made sure to clean it the instant he found it again. And the photo, well…
It’s his own, filthy secret.
A low-res, high flash picture taken of you at last year’s, X-mansion, Halloween party. Whoa, mama. You were scantily clad in the most outrageously suggestive Indiana Jones costume Peter ever saw. Back at the party, you even tipped your hat and cracked the whip a couple of times. Which may or may not have awakened something in him. But that’s beside the point.
You were so tipsy that night. Way more flirtatious than you naturally would be any other day. Peter remembers you pressing your body against his, hanging over him all night like a sexy sack of potatoes. He sat next to you on the couch. With a cheesy grin on his face, he watched your every move. The tiny shorts you were wearing kept riding up your thighs. It was obvious you were braless under a tight, cropped, button-up shirt. Leaving so little to the imagination.
Point blank, it was fucking awesome.
You crossed your smooth legs. One over the other. And you leaned in to whisper something hot in Peter’s ear.
“Take a picture with meeeee, Quickie, I wanna remember this moment forrrever and everrrr.” You pleaded, your breath tickling the skin of his neck.
What followed, he hadn’t seen coming. As someone - it’s all a blur, Peter can’t remember who - snapped the photo, you pressed your glossy lips to his cheek. Your giggles were so coquettish and teasing, he felt shivers race through his body at mach speed.
“I’m, like, sooooooooo scared of snakes. Geddit? ‘Cuz I’m Indiana? But your snake doesn’t scare me. Can I pet it, pllllleeeassse?” You giggled again with a little whine.
Making an abrupt move, you reached for Peter’s crotch in front of everybody. After zipping away to grab you a solo cup full of water and some bread, Peter snatched the photo from whoever. And he bolted home in a fit of shameful embarrassment.
In retrospect, you weren’t just tipsy. You were majorly smashed. You didn’t remember a single minute of it. Figures. He’s not too surprised you wouldn’t remember flirting with him.
Peter sighs, blinking himself out of the memory. Eager to continue his once-in-a-silver-moon, jerkin’ session. He squeezes a fair amount of lube into his palm, wrapping his large hand tightly around his cock. Over every inch of his aching length, he spreads the slick substance. Tingles sparkle like stars across the hot, velvet skin of his cock. Wet noises echo lewdly through the basement, as Peter pumps his leaking dick fast and hard.
Clenching his shirt between his teeth, Peter tilts his head back. A loud, seething moan slips from his lips, slightly muffled. He pauses again, grabbing the stroker and guiding its smooth slit over the swollen head of his cock.
“MMmmmnnn~!” Peter hums a steady moan, exhaling through his nose.
The inside of the toy feels nothing even remotely close to the real thing. Kind of a bummer. But the tunnel’s soft, bumpy ridges are still a double A plus. A little too good sometimes, actually. The toy slides down Peter’s cock as he pushes his entire length through. It’s a tight fit around him. Tighter than it should be. Which is doing wonders for his confidence. Maybe he should be more proud of his size.
He’s above average enough, the small toy can’t contain the length of him entirely. His weeping tip peeks out the other side of the stroker, prodding through with every pump. Peter breathes another, shuddering moan. His brows crease in pleasure. Pumping his cock with the squishy toy, he whines in desperation. Forcing his thick length through the toy’s tight grip, slick with lube and smooth as silk. The ridges inside tickle and massage his cock, stimulating his buzzing nerves.
The muscles in his groin tighten, stiffening his legs. Shoving his cock rapidly through the ribbed tunnel of the toy, he groans louder. Letting his needy noises slip as they please. Fuck it. No restraint. Indulging himself further in his degeneracies, Peter keeps your photo close by. He shoots a glance at it, admiring your soft thighs and amazing cleavage.
He daydreams about you. Imagining the way you’d feel around him, squeezing him so much tighter than any toy. You’d be needy and wet for him too, making it so easy for Peter to bury himself balls deep inside you.
Peter thinks about the way your titties would look, bouncing with each thrust of his hips against you. Would your nipples peak, stiffening under his fingers? How would you react if he had a little fun, and teased you with a superspeed buzz? Would you even like that? Would you think that kinda thing was weird?
He really does want you sooooo bad. But you have absolutely zero idea. Peter knows he’d treat you right if you let him. If you ever gave him the time of day outside of missions, he’d take you on the wildest ride you ever strapped yourself into.
Clenching his teeth hard into his shirt, he wraps both hands tightly around the stroker. Peter leans as far back as he can, bracing his feet flat on the bed. The blankets curl under his toes, as he lifts his hips. Driving his cock through the slick, textured toy and fucking it hard.
“Nnghh…fuuuuck. Fuck.” He groans, voice catching under fabric.
His breaths quicken, and his moans morph into desperate whimpers. Peter aches for your heat, and the closeness of your body. Your gentle touch. Your sweet voice and little whines. He knows, without a doubt, you’d feel beyond amazing. And you’d probably taste so sublime.
Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Peter whimpers into his shirt. Saliva seeps through the fabric, melting off his tongue and dribbling down his chin. His cheeks burn hotter, turning a brighter shade of crimson.
“Mmmmmfuckyeah-” Peter moans, followed by a muffled mumble of your name.
He fucks his cock through the toy at rapid, superspeed. Lifting his hips off the bed as if roughly drilling into your tight heat. Peter’s cock throbs as powerful surges of electricity erupt in the pit of his belly. Glossy, white streaks of cum spill from his tip, flooding over the toy. Dripping down the squishy sides of it. His cum stuffs the inside full, coating his dick in its stickiness. Peter thrusts his cock fast enough to appear a blur, until he’s completely spent.
Lying in a sweaty heap over his blankets, Peter pants easy breaths. Tousled, silver hair rests messily over his head. He pulls the stroker from his cock, and slick cum trails after it. Wet and thick against his softening dick. He throws his head back into the bed, taking a moment to compose himself.
It’s really crazy that he’s thinkin’ about you like this, isn’t it? He’s honestly really embarrassed by it. Peter grabs the polaroid and stares at it longingly, unable to suppress the grin pressing into his dimple. Damn. He just can’t help himself. No matter what, he’s kinda ride or die for you.
If only he had the balls to tell you up front.
Peter gazes at the photo for a few seconds too long. Lost in the sight of your sexy body again. You’re such a goddamn knockout. He guides his attention to his dick to find…he’s rock hard again? Seriously? Dropping his head onto the bed, Peter groans with agonizing frustration. He just can’t catch a break, can he? Why’s he always gotta be so antsy, so on edge, or so horny all the time??
A faint sound, like creaking wood, graces his ears. Peter tilts his head up instantly.
Only to be greeted by none other than the unexpected sight of you.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-
You’re standing in his ( mom’s ) basement with your mouth agape. A faint indication of blush paints your cheeks, though he can barely see it. Peter should be moving. He should do what a speedster naturally would do in this kinda situation: Clean up and dress himself in less than a blink’s time. Just to play innocent afterwards. Maybe he could gaslight you into thinking you didn’t watch him get his rocks off.
But he’s stunned to the point of being frozen. Neither of you make a single move. Except for Peter’s dick. It twitches subconsciously in his lap, catching your attention. And your eyes widen further.
He really should’ve gone to the Bahamas. Peter’s betting those beaches are seriously bangin’ at this time of year.
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I'll elaborate more later, but I'm coming off a 12 hour shift and about to sleep before my next 12 tonight, so enjoy the tight I had on my drive home this morning:
I see your (our, I also wrote this lol) City Kid Spider with his skateboard and asthma and raise you Country/Small Town Kid Spider.
Instead of a big city called Pandora, think of a small town in the middle of nowhere. There are more trees than people (as it should be, if you ask Kiri) and everybody knows everything about everyone. News travels fast, even faster if you post of the actual real life bulletin board outside the single grocery store in town (yes, it is a Walmart)
Spider lives in a treehouse him and his friends found as kids. He's run away so often they've stopped taking down the "Have You Seen Me?" Posters hung around town. Everyone knows that Spider guy lives in the woods. The younger kids drop off candy and cans from their Mama's pantry as offerings to the Lord of the Woods.
Some of the parents think he's on drugs, most of them tell their kids to steer clear of him. Better safe than sorry, when it comes to him. (Haven't you heard, his father killed his mother? He looks just like him, too.)
Quaritch doesn't quite fit into this world, but imagine he's from the Deep South, not this small town-almost a suburb-almost the country wishwash. (Think Tennessee vs Texas. Different cultures/experiences entirely) When meets his son, he's expecting a younger version of him, for lack of a better idea. He doesn't care if he's bad at school or has a bad attitude, he even expects it, cuz that's how he was at 15/16.
Spider is an amalgamation of all things Pandora. Pandora, with it's strong Native American ties and even stronger traditions. He wears his hair long like most of his friends do. He does hunt and fish and ride around on the Sully's ATV any chance he gets. He takes the familiar winding roads sharp and fast, his beat up, barely running truck gliding down the street like they're flying.
He does still have asthma, but this kid has not been to a doctor since he was ten and didn't care enough to pay attention to what his foster parents told him most of the time. That wheezy thing his chest does? Rub some dirt on it, he'll be fine. So what if he needs to sleep it off or pass out to feel better. He's fine. He's tough.
Jake is ofc from a big ass city, stationed in the city after an incident with the elementary school nobody will talk about. He met Neytiri, a police officer and the mayor's daughter, and she showed him the beauty of a small place like Pandora (knowing people you see walking the street, feeling safe enough to leave your doors unlocked, big town events, etc)
The whole reason Quaritch is the Bad Guy is because he was trying to (eh legally not really) evict/kick people off their land to drill for oil. Pesticides on farmer's crops, cutting fences, building expensive shops to drive the price up, etc.
Lo'ak and Neteyam are roughhousing, military kids who follow every order to a tee only to fuck around and find out every time they're left alone.
Kiri is the weird kid. She cut her hair short last summer and wears a lot of handmade bracelets that rattle whenever she moves. She wears overalls with daisys on them she painted herself and flowy flower patterns, only to pair it with the muddiest, ugliest boots you've ever seen. She talks back and took much for most people's liking and doesn't seem to care that people think she's weird. Or at least doesn't show it.
Tuk is loved and lovable across all universes.
Boom
Done.
For.now....
Bedtime. Goodnight.
#atwow#atwow fanfiction#avatar#atwow spider#spider avatar#miles spider socorro#spider#avatar way of water#avatar fanfiction
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Just imagine dadJoe if his little ones showed up at a photoshoot or an interview 🥹
tiny lil blurb lol bc we deserve it
“This project was so special to me,” Joe said, looking just past his computer as he thought about the interviewer’s question. The interviewer sat on the other end of the Zoom call, watching and waiting, and Joe added, “We filmed mostly in London, which meant I got to stay home with my girlfriend and our daughter, and that was meaningful to me.”
“How old is your daughter now?” the interviewer asked, and Joe smiled widely, thinking about his little Evelyn, his dearest Evie.
“She’s two and a half,” Joe answered. “And she’s a handful, but I adore her.”
“Terrible twos, right?” the interviewer laughed, and Joe nodded as he smiled. “Just one more question, Joseph—“
Just then, the door to Joe’s office creaked open, and he quickly turned to try to shut it; the flat had a draft that opened doors all the time, and he thought he had closed it fully, but he stopped when he saw his curly-haired Evie standing there in her jammies, holding her stuffed bear to her chest. “Well, hello there,” Joe cooed, sliding away from his desk and beckoning her over to him.
Evie instantly went to her daddy, climbing into his lap as she popped her thumb in her mouth, and Joe grunted as she adjusted her tiny weight on his lap. “Seems like someone woke up early from her nap,” Joe said, smoothing down Evie’s wily curls, and he planted a kiss on her head. “Where’s Mummy, darling?”
Evie shrugged and cuddled up in Joe’s warm arms, and he smiled as he turned his attention to his computer once more and the interview call. “This is Evie,” he said. “She gets clingy after naps.”
“Hi there, Evie,” the interviewer said, and Joe smiled as Evie waved at them. “Like I said, one more question— Did being a father affect your performance in this movie? I mean, a horror movie is quite a big undertaking.”
“Well, being a father affects every aspect of my life,” Joe started, wrapping his arms around Evie’s middle. “I wanted the job in A Quiet Place because of how the script affected me, I couldn’t help but imagine if I went through this, how would I protect my family versus how my character protects his family. I would lose sleep, worrying if I would be able to protect my girlfriend and my daughter in this situation. It affected my performance greatly, I’d say.”
“Daddy,” Evie mumbled, her thumb still in her mouth.
“Yes, my love?” Joe said, looking down at her, and she rested her head on his chest, playing with the thin silver chain around his neck.
“Hungry,” Evie said, and Joe nodded, rubbing her back.
“Hungry? That won’t do at all,” Joe said. “We’ll get a little snack in a minute, when Daddy’s done here, alright? I’m almost done.”
“Okay,” Evie whispered, and she kicked her legs a little as she waited.
Joe smiled and shook his head a little, amused by her, and he asked, “You said that was the last question?”
“That’s all I’ve got for you,” the interviewer said, and Joe nodded. “Thank you for your time, have a good one.”
“You too,” Joe said, and he looked down at sleepy Evie in his lap. “Say bye, Evie.”
“Buh-bye,” Evie mumbled, waving at the camera again, and Joe was quick to click off the Zoom call.
“Let’s go find that snack, eh?” Joe asked, slinging her around his waist as he stood from his chair, kissing her face again. “I’m feeling some apples and peanut butter, how does that sound to you?”
#joseph quinn x you#bex answers#joseph quinn x reader#live-love-be-unique#dad!joseph quinn#bex’s drabbles
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Size Comparison
Chiaki compares Makoto and Hinata. The Gamer heard that the Luckster is huge down there, she needs to see if that is true.
Warning: Lewd Content Below
(love these three together, so decided to try something new for them)
[10/3, 1:24 AM, private DM]
Ass Effect: hey hey hey
God of Whore: Hey Chiaki! What's up?
Ass Effect: missing you :*(
Ass Effect: how's the night shift
God of Whore: Eh. It's part time and late so not exactly busy. I'm just sitting alone in the security office like usual. Only issue is boredom.
Ass Effect: You're alone, right?
God of Whore: Yeah. They leave the store guard alone all night.
Ass Effect: *bubblebutt.jpg*
God of Whore: Chiaki!
Ass Effect: it misses you :*(
God of Whore: Fuck are you trying to get me fired?
Ass Effect: would you be home more if you did?
God of Whore: Haha.
Ass Effect: May I please see my best friend? Since you are alone.
God of Whore: I hate that you typed formally when you asked
God of Whore: *dickpic.png*
Ass Effect: :))))))
God of Whore: Happy?
Ass Effect: very
Ass Effect: i wish there was two of you so i could always keep one around whenever i need to fuck
Ass Effect: *angryhornygamerbitch.jpg*
Ass Effect: because i want your night shifts to be working on me
God of Whore: …God I love my slut wife.
Ass Effect: <3
God of Whore: Ever thought about introducing a third for sex stuff?
Ass Effect: you've seen my search history
God of Whore: Fair lol. But it could be a fun foreplay activity. Finding someone like me to be my “clone”, as you put it.
Ass Effect: you mean I can finally see my coworkers dick?
God of Whore: …why am I not surprised that you thought about this often?
Ass Effect: dont judge
Ass Effect: makoto looks like you
Ass Effect: but like 10 years younger and a twink
God of Whore: I guess that means my whore wants to be leant out huh?
Ass Effect: you know it~
Ass Effect: though just for foreplay
Ass Effect: i doubt his dick will get me as horny as yours
God of Whore: If you insist. But do you know how to convince him?
Ass Effect: nicknames not just for show babe ;)
Ass Effect: ill just wear booty shorts to work tomorrow and he will definitely join us the same night
Ass Effect: see you tomorrow <3
God of Whore: <3!
[10/5, 1:34 AM, private DM]
Ass Effect: *lookmomnewsunglasses.jpg*
God of Whore: You really like that picture huh?
Ass Effect: it's two dicks covering my eyelids
Ass Effect: 18 year old me would have exploded
God of Whore: Like your coworker friend did in you, Ms. “Foreplay only”?
Ass Effect: shut
Ass Effect: how was I supposed to know his dick was bigger than yours?
Ass Effect: but not as thick as you bb <3
God of Whore: Trust me my ego is not that fragile lol. Plus, you had fun, so I'm happy!
Ass Effect: id also an ego if my dick looks liked that
Ass Effect: *lookmombothhands.jpg*
God of Whore: How many of the photos I took did you save?
Ass Effect: mahiru really taught you how to take good ones
Ass Effect: like this one
Ass Effect: *lookbabehesinmyass.jpg*
God of Whore: You’re having a little too much fun with these jpeg names.
God of Whores: Like Makoto had a little too much fun in your ass ;)
Ass Effect: gjeignsndlvngeijgirgjisndogkfojeojnrgndf
Ass Effect: no fair
Ass Effect: winky faces and flirting are my special moves
Ass Effect: you cant make me horny with them >:{
God of Whore: Awwww. What, miss my dick? Or do you want more “foreplay” with your friend again?
Ass Effect:...
God of Whore: Really babe?!?
Ass Effect: :3
God of Whore: God, what am I ever going to do with you? Well if I’m at work and you ever need it…
Ass Effect: :D
God of Whore: Oh, you know I could never say no to you, my greedy little whore.
Ass Effect: fuck yes
Ass Effect: tho only foreplay this time
Ass Effect: i doubt i could get off with just him there
God of Whore: If you say so.
Ass Effect: i do
Ass Effect: trust me
[10/6, 12:04 AM, private DM]
God of Whore: How’s the “foreplay” going?
Ass Effect: PISHGORSHFEOFJFIDJBSI
Ass Effect: FUCK HE’S SO BIG
God of Whore: There’s the bitch I love.
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Cooking Up Love, Chapter 11
Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader
Rating: T
Story Summary: Here
Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, Kelsie is her own warning 😈
Word Count: ~1k
A/N: Super short but super important chapter here! This is setting up our Mega Angst for the story, which will be coming next! 👀
As always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the stellar divider! 🥰
Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @roseslovedreams
Ugh, why isn't this coffee kicking in, you thought to yourself while you sat at your desk attempting to proofread several articles for the Thursday digital edition of the paper later that morning. I've read this same sentence no less than 5 times.
You shook your head, trying to clear it. The unusual quiet in the normally bustling office definitely wasn't helping your sleepiness. Maybe some stronger coffee will help.
You stood up and walked towards the break room. Skyler had brought a bag of espresso roast coffee in the previous week and you were pretty sure there was some still left.
You paused as you spotted Ellison at the Keurig. "Copier's on the fritz again," you said, walking over towards the cabinet that held the coffee mugs. "Thought you should know."
Ellison nodded as he waited for his coffee to finish. "Hopefully there'll be enough money in the budget to replace it next year. Damn thing's probably older than I am."
He looked over at you and squinted. "No offense, but you look like shit."
You huffed out a laugh. "Gee thanks, Mitch. You sure know how to make a girl feel special."
"Rough night?"
You shook your head. "Just tired. I only slept about an hour last night."
Ellison studied you for a moment. "Look, why don't you take the rest of the day off? Go home and get some rest."
You opened your mouth to protest, then thought better of it. You were still exhausted and a nap honestly sounded wonderful at the moment. "Are you sure?" you asked instead. "I was just going to get some more coffee and try to power through the rest of the day."
Ellison nodded. "Absolutely. It's been a slow news day, and besides, you've been working your ass off lately and deserve a break."
You smiled. "Okay. Thanks, I appreciate it."
Ellison shrugged. "Eh, don't get all sappy on me. I just don't want you burning out on me, otherwise who else would tell me if my editorial column sucks or not?"
You grinned. "Oh I'm sure people would be lining up for that privilege."
Ellison chuckled. "Seriously, go get some rest."
You nodded. "I will. Thanks, Mitch. Really. I'll see you tomorrow."
You walked back out to your desk and gathered your things, then stopped by Skyler's desk. "Ellison gave me the rest of the day off, so I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?"
Skyler nodded. "Okay. Get some rest."
As you headed down to the first floor and out the door, you considered stopping by Daredevil on your way home so you could apologize to Matt in person.
You headed towards your apartment building, sighing happily when you finally walked in the door.
You shook your head. You were so tired that you honestly weren't even sure if you could come up with a coherent apology. I'll talk to him after my article is turned in.
You peeked in your pantry and refrigerator, wrinkling your nose at the paltry options you had for dinner that evening. Instead of a choice between boxed pasta, instant ramen, or leftover Chinese takeout you wished you had Matt's spaghetti carbonara, pesto-parmesan linguine, and tiramisu. Maybe I could order something for delivery later, try something else on the menu.
You headed into your bedroom, changing into something more comfortable before climbing into bed.
Your mind drifted to your article. You really didn't want to have to replay the last few minutes of the blind tasting yet again, but you needed to add a bit about it at the end so you could give it a quick read-through then send it to Ellison.
You sighed. You were a professional, dammit, and no matter your feelings, you were going to write a damn good article about Matt… Even if you never spoke to him again after it was all over.
I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night… No, take responsibility for your actions, Matthew.
I'm sorry for trying to kiss you last night… Actually, no, I'm really not.
I apologize for my behavior last night. I must have misread the situation and… Ugh.
Matt sighed as he rode the elevator up to the Bulletin offices, wishing he would have had time to make a fresh tiramisu for you.
He stepped off the elevator, unable to detect your now-familiar heartbeat among those of the rest of the Bulletin staff.
"Can I help you?" said a woman's voice to his left.
"Uh, yeah." Matt turned towards her and asked to speak to you.
"She's not here."
Matt sighed. Damn it. He probably wouldn't have time to come back later and based on what Foggy had said about you looking miserable he wasn't sure if you would be willing to come by the restaurant either. "Do you know when she'll be back?"
"Actually ," the woman continued, "she's out on assignment for the rest of the day. You know those investigative types, always looking for their next big scoop."
Matt furrowed his brow. That had been the exact opposite of the type of stories you had told him you were interested in writing. "I thought she was in Features."
"Oh, yeah, she is, but she really wants to be an investigative journalist, you know, digging up the dirt on people, finding out their deepest, darkest secrets and publishing them for the world to see." The woman paused. "Nothing nor no one is going to stand in the way of her and a good exposé… even if she has to make one up."
She made a dismissive sound. "Anyway, would you like to leave a message for her? I'll make sure that she gets it."
Matt shook his head. "Oh, uh, no, that's okay. I'll… catch up with her another time. Thank you."
"Sure thing. Have a nice day!"
Matt walked back to the elevator then headed down to the first floor. He had thought that he was getting to know you, but after that surprise revelation from your coworker he wasn't so sure.
He shook his head. Could you have been lying to him this whole time?
#lotmf writes#Cooking Up Love Masterlist#Chef! Matt Murdock x Reader#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x female reader#matt murdock x you
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Sometimes I think Neji would hate me ;-;
Like I'm not lazy, I'll cook (I prefer baking but eh) and I will clean up behind me
But I will not clean dishes, but if I must I need to have those like big yellow gloves, it's a sensory thing ;-;
And I will not deep clean unless I am in a mood. Like I once cleaned out my dad's entire office just because I wanted to, decorated the entire house for Christmas at 3am with a really bad throat because I needed something to do. So like 3am I'd be cleaning the whole house for Neji and by the time he wakes up there would be a whole as buffet of food for him and any kids we'd have
There would also likely be cookies or cakes or cupcakes either ready or baking for them to eat, my love language is baking frfr
Honestly don't know if he'd hate me or love me, you tell me you seem to be able to read that beautiful fictional man's head -3-
-🌹
This doesn't sound like he'd hate you!
Neji loves cooking, but doesn't bake often, so you'd balance out there! And you clean up after yourself when you've been baking, which is great.
Also... doesn't everyone wear washing up gloves when they wash up?? I don't know a single person who doesn't wear them?? The water is too hot to touch on skin imo, and food waste can feel really gross sometimes.
For what it's worth, I always imagined Neji wearing washing up gloves haha. I think he'd buy blue or purple ones rather than yellow ones though, just a preference of his. Or maybe beige ones lol
And if you really didn't want to wash up, he's okay to trade you. He does all the washing up, but you wipe down the surfaces and sweep the floor. Teamwork!
And bursts of deep cleaning aren't bad! It would be one thing if you never reliably cleaned, but deep cleaning doesn't have to be done that often. As long as you pulled your weight in the daily tasks like laundry and stuff, Neji wouldn't care. I think he'd rather like waking up or coming home to a surprise deep cleaned house and food on the table.
So no, I don't think he'd hate you at all :)
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Jessie's Sick Day
Fandom: Original Fiction Summary: A cold begins hitting Jessie at work, so he heads home to wait for his mate to get off work to come home and take care of him. CW: mess!! stuffy talk, cold sneezes, nose ring play? idk, accidental inducing, caretaking, fluff Word Count: 3,010 words MINORS DNI Author Note: bonus! 2 posts in 1 day lol i've been sitting on this one a WHILE but hey i actually do mean it this time with the mess warning like... i took out some lines while editing because i got anxious someone would see my mess warning and go "oh usually Bex isn't too bad!" and then go "oh fuck nope this is too much"
Ever since he’d woken up this morning, Jessie had felt just a little… off, like something wasn’t quite right. By the time his lunch break at work rolled around, he realized he really wasn’t hungry. He choked down his sandwich and baby carrots before dropping back resolutely into the receptionist’s desk chair.
Jessie scrolled through what else he had to do today with his elbows on the desk and his chin resting on his hand.
Every day for work, Jessie flipped his nose ring up into his nose to look more professional and then flipped it back down when he left for the day. It was simple and easy. Except sometimes it tickled his sensitive nose.
“Ihh-kish! Kitch!” He assumed that’s all it was when he sneezed at first. But then came the runny nose. Worry began to creep into Jessie’s mind as he started to sniffle. He only ever got a runny nose when he was sick. “Shit…” He swore softly and carefully rubbed at his nose with a finger.
He exhaled slowly and felt his eyes start to water as the tickle reignited with no trouble whatsoever. “Ihhiihh-! Iihksh! Kishew!” He sniffled against the wetness threatening to come out of his nose like a river.
“Bless you,” Crystal, his coworker, said haphazardly as she tossed a box of tissues at him. They bounced off his shoulder and onto the floor. He pressed his finger to his nose and bent to grab the box before sitting back up.
Jessie pointedly sniffled as he took out some tissues and pressed them to his face to blow and wipe. “Ugh. Thanks, sorry. Feeling kind of off… maybe I should go home before this gets worse. I don’t wanna infect you or anyone who comes in to get their teeth cleaned.”
Crystal raised her brows when Jessie said he was feeling off and gestured to the door. “Go on. Get. If you’re sick, get at least ten feet far away from me, Caddel.” She demanded and kicked his bag out from underneath the desk on her side over towards him, sliding across the floor.
A dull pain starts in his head as Jessie bends to pick up his bag with a sniff. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, germaphobe.” He teased and sniffled as loudly as he could just to be irritating.
“Ugh, gross!” Crystal whined and threw a wadded-up sticky note at him as he left the office.
The bitter wind whipped through Jessie’s scrubs and coat, making him shiver and sniff thickly as his nose tried to run more. “Fuck s’cold-” He swore as he trembled, fumbling with his keys to get into his shitty Forester. The engine hummed to life finally, and he shakily made sure the heat was on full blast, revving the engine a few times like Hale had shown him.
“Iihkshew! Kish! Iiihksh!”
Jessie sneezed into his cupped hands and groaned, rubbing at his nose for a moment, which just moved his hidden septum piercing. It sparked the tickle back up again, and Jessie hitched all over again, “Ihhih-! Ih! Eh? IckShew! Iiishew!”
Again, his sneezes caught into steepled hands, and Jessie groaned at the mess he could feel all over them. He quickly fumbled in his center console for some tissues, wiping off his hands and face with a liquid sniffle. He got out his phone next to send his boyfriend a quick text.
Coming home early. Bring home Gatorade plz. Ily <3 – Jes
He threw the SUV into drive and sniffled as he pulled onto the roadway. The drive home was uneventful, save for some more sneezes that seemed to leave him increasingly congested. Overall, he felt relatively okay, just tired, a little foggy, sneezy, and congested.
When he got home, he tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and finally sat to take his boots off. He felt exhausted. He managed to get his coat and boots off before dragging himself to the couch, dropping down face-first into it with a groan.
He sniffled and scrunched his nose, nostrils twitching before- “IikSHH! Ugh! Fuck me!” His grumpy shout was muffled by the cushions before he turned his head to rub his palm against his nose. “Mmf…”
Hale… He wanted his boyfriend. With a grunt of effort, Jessie reached back into his pocket to fish out his phone and checked the time and his messages. There were no messages, and it was still five hours before Hale was set to get home. A soft little whine left him as he tried to wiggle back onto the couch, pressing his back up against the seat so it might feel like someone was holding him.
For a moment, Jessie fumbled to grab a blanket off the back of the couch and managed to pull down the dark blue one. He breathed a sigh of relief as he gave a small shiver. Getting a fire started sounded like way too much work, and their damn cabin was heated by a wood stove. Usually, Hale was around to do it, and while Jessie could, he didn’t have the energy right now. He just wanted a nap.
Once the blanket was all situated, Jessie barely blinked his eyes closed, and he was fast asleep, curled up under the thick blue blanket. Eventually, his head was tucked under the blanket to stay warm as the cabin grew colder when the sun set.
Jessie was startled awake with a yelp when the door opened and closed, blinking blearily as he peeked from his blanket cocoon at the intruder. “Hale?”
“Hey, sickie… just me…” Hale whispered softly, fumbling with his snow-covered boots before hurrying over to Jessie with his coat still on. What Jessie wouldn’t give to smell Hale’s sweet scent of fig, leather, and tobacco, but when he tried, all he got was a gurgling sniff. “Jesus, pup, you take anything yet?” Hale whispered after that sniff.
“D’no…” Jessie moaned, cringing as he heard his voice and whimpering again. “Just wanted you.” His nostrils twitched slightly, red and chapped as his nose had been running in his sleep. “Ihh-! H-Hale… godda- IiihkSHh!” He pitched forward into his hands to keep from spraying mess all over his poor boyfriend. Instead, it clung to his hands, and he kept them pinned to his face. “Oh, by god- that’s so gross… I’b so sorry.”
Hale chuckled softly and ruffled Jessie’s hair before standing to move from the couch and grabbing Jessie one of the many boxes of tissues they kept around the house. What with Hale’s allergies and Jessie’s immune system, they went through more than their fair share of boxes. “Gross? You’re the one who is into this kinda stuff; don’t think I forgot.” He teased, tone soft and loving.
“Iihpkshew! Ugh, it’s hotter when it’s you sdeezi’g.” Jessie pouts and cleans his face and hands up before slowly sitting up. The shift in position only makes his congestion shift, too. He’s quickly pressing more tissues to his face as he- “Isshew! Iksh! Hiish! EiiksHEW! Ngh…” He groans and gives his nose a tentative blow before looking up at his boyfriend pitifully.
Finally, Hale seemed to be shedding his coat and then gently ran his fingers through Jessie’s hair. “Bless you… hey.” He looked at him with a slight frown. “Something’s not right here,” he said thoughtfully, frowning at his boyfriend as he realized something was different. “Hang on, where’s your nose ring? Did you sneeze it off? Is that possible?”
A surprised, congested laugh left Jessie, and he shook his head some. “D’no, oh sweetheart, d’no. I flip it up for work, rebe’ber? I guess I forgot to flip it dowd sidce I left early today…” He reached up to try to flip the jewelry back down but only seemed to instantly irritate his sensitive nose.
“Iiihksh! Eikshew! Huh- eh-! Fuck…” Jessie sniffled and tried again, slower but with similar results. “Kishew! IkISHEW! What the fuck.. I cad’t get it.” He pouts, red and glistening nostrils flaring and twitching still.
Hale nudged Jessie to get him to scoot back on the couch and straddled the more petite man. With Hale in his lap like this, Jessie couldn’t help but rest his hands on Hale’s impossibly muscular thighs. Fucking Christ, how did he ever get so lucky? he wondered to himself.
“Hold still.”
“What?” Jessie asked, blinking blearily up at his boyfriend, who was gently tipping his head back to look into his nose. “Hale, what the fucgk-“
“Just hold still, you big baby,” Hale said softly and carefully used his pinky to ever so gently fish Jessie’s nose ring down in one swift motion.
The move still sparked the worst tickle Jessie had ever felt; his eyes watered, and he immediately pitched forward into Hale’s chest with unrestrained sneezes, “HihhISH! IisHEW! IishKEw! EhhkSH! EhhtkshEW! ISHHEW! Oh, by fucki’g god…” This time, a thick, gurgling sniffle came from Jessie, and he whimpered when he realized he’d sneezed all over Hale’s work shirt. A wet patch was left where Jessie had lost all control. “Shit. Hale, I ab so sorry. I’ll wash it. I probise.” He apologized quickly.
But Hale was just smiling down at him with a soft expression on his face. “You don’t have to do shit, Jes. You’re sick. Relax.” He said and flicked Jessie’s mess-covered nose ring playfully with the tip of his finger before pressing some tissues into Jessie’s hands.
“IiihkISH!” Jessie sneezed into the tissues after that flick and blew his nose gently. The sound of it was wet and satisfying. “Ass.” He teased Hale and sniffled just a bit. “Are you home for the weeke’d?” Some of the congestion had abated, and there was a note of hopefulness to his voice as he asked, knowing that sometimes Hale got called in for a weekend shift or two. If Jessie had it his way, Hale would stay wrapped up with him in all of their blankets, watching movies all weekend while they had tea and soup and hot, steamy showers.
Hale nodded and grunted as he scooted back off the couch, his ranger uniform apparently not particularly comfortable for cuddling in. “I am, but let me go get changed first.” He stretched his arms up over his head with a groan. “I’m beat, and you need your Gatorade, sickie.”
“Aw, you remembered?” Jessie cooed and rubbed at his nose, starting to wiggle out of his blanket a bit more, which caused him to shiver.
With the blankets now down around his waist, Hale could see Jessie had gotten home and crashed on the couch. He was still in scrubs from the dentist’s office, not altogether bad for napping in. “I did. C’mon. You can have a few sips, then come get changed with me. Won’t that be nice? Get nice and comfy and in bed? I’ll even bring you soup.”
Another gurgling sniffle came from Jessie as he took his boyfriend’s offered-up hand to stand up, his head swimming a little for the first few seconds upon standing. “Mmf- as lo’g as you start the fire add warm this place up I dod’t care where I lay dowd.” He admits before another more violent sneeze wracked his frame. “KISh-uh! Ugh, fuck, that ode hurt…” Thankfully, Jessie had managed to stifle, but now his nose was running again.
“Bless you, sickie,” Hale whispered. “For that sneeze and all the ones I’ve missed.” He added as he brought Jessie to the Gatorade, letting him sip it some before Hale just scooped up his boyfriend to carry him over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs.
A somewhat undignified and startled noise escaped Jessie as he was picked up by his boyfriend. “Just because you have the snf! snfff! muscle to do this does dot mean you have to!” He laughed a little and swatted Hale’s ass as he was taken upstairs, only to be gently laid down on the bed. Usually, Hale would toss him, but not when Jessie was sick. It was sweet, and it warmed Jessie, who had often been too busy taking care of his siblings all his life to really get a minute to look after himself.
Something like a barking laugh escaped Hale and then quieted as he began taking off Jessie’s work clothes for him. “Why not? If I got the muscle, I might as well use it to take care of my poor, adorable, sick boyfriend.” He teased and tossed Jessie’s work shirt into the hamper before leaning down to kiss over his chest, even giving a little nip. His lips linger a moment to trace the scars just below his pectorals with delicate flesh. Then he tugged his pants off, swapping them for extra soft sleep pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt.
Then Hale changed too, out of his mess-soaked work shirt and mud, snow-soaked pants and into his usual boxers and t-shirt. Bastard always runs so warm, Jessie thought fondly as he watched Hale lovingly. As good as Hale looked in his Ranger uniform, Jessie definitely preferred him like this… relaxed and comfortable and with so much exposed skin that Jessie just wanted to sink his teeth into.
“Jes?”
Hale’s voice suddenly broke through the hazy daydream he’d been having, and Jessie looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. “Hmm?” The soft hum only irritates Jessie’s already sensitive sinuses, and his eyes water, squinting while his nostrils flare just before he throws an arm over his face. “IikisshHUE! Huh… ugh, sorry, babe.”
There was a concerned look on the taller man’s face as he reached forward to cup Jessie’s cheek and jaw. “Bless you, puppy. Let me go get the fire started and bring you some soup. You get comfy in bed and just wait for me here.” He urged the slightly smaller of the two, gently pushing his boyfriend back towards the headboard.
It didn’t exactly take much to convince Jessie, who quickly slipped under the blankets while the wind outside their cabin howled. It wasn’t a drafty cabin by any means. Hale ensured that, but temperatures outside still made the ones inside plummet if there wasn’t some kind of heat source. Even the hairs on Hale’s body were starting to stand on end. “Go on, h-hhhandsome. I’ll behave.”
Without another word, Hale pressed a soft kiss to Jessie’s forehead and padded downstairs. His bare feet were quiet on their old, worn wooden floorboards. It was a good twenty to twenty-five minutes before Hale returned with soup as the cabin began warming up. “I brought chicken dumpling. It was all we had in cans, and I figured you just wanted to eat and get back to sleep. Not wait ten years for me to try and make soup.” His voice was light and teasing, but they both knew Hale wasn’t fast in the kitchen. The silver wolf had once taken a kitchen job, and Jessie remembered what utter hell that had been.
Some old vices had risen to the surface uncomfortably quick with how stressed Hale had gotten, and they’d both agreed that line of work just wasn’t for him. Cooking at home when he had the time to do so was just much safer for everyone involved.
Now though? As the other wolf brought a tray to him in bed, Jessie could practically see his tail wagging at a job well done of caring for his mate. “C’mere…” Jessie whined softly, making grabby hands at his boyfriend, who agreeably leaned closer so he could press their lips together.
Hale let out a soft, appreciative hum at the kiss and melted right into it. Though he did still keep it short, “You’re gonna get me sick, pup.” He warned softly and kissed the very tip of Jessie’s nose, igniting a tickle in the irritated pink appendage.
“T-thought you didn’t get siihh sick…” That tickle turned into a persistent buzz. Usually, Jessie wasn’t quite so sensitive, but his nose was always overly sensitive when he got colds. “H-Hih-Hale… I’m gonna…” They were still face to face, and suddenly Jessie felt a warm, callused hand grab his chin to tilt his face up as Hale straightened up.
A quiet but deep chuckle left the blonde, “You gotta ask if you want a tissue, puppy.”
Another dizzyingly sharp inhale sucked in through Jessie’s lips and nose as he hitched, “C-Can I hhiih… have a tiiiIKSHiew! Oh- Ixxkshhuh! HiiiIKSHiew!” Warm mess sprayed against Hale’s wrist and arm, leaving Jessie mortified as he tried to snuffle back the mess on his upper lip.
“Bless you,” Hale whispered and snatched a tissue from the box on the bedside table to bring it to Jessie’s face, gently swiping away the mess. It made Jessie’s pink and sensitive nostrils twitch, but he gave his nose a rough rub once Hale backed off to try and squash the tickle trying to resurface so soon. “Thagks…” Even so embarrassed, he leans into Hale’s touches.
“Welcome,” Hale murmurs in response before kissing Jessie’s hairline softly. “And good boy asking for your tissue.”
Warmth flooded Jessie’s chest, and he smiled at the praise and closed his eyes to relish in it. That’s when a warm arm snakes around him and pulls him down into the bed. A congested little gasp slips from Jessie as he’s pressed to Hale’s warm chest, and a shiver rattles him from head to toe. “Holy shit, you’re like a god dabd furdace…”
A little snort of amusement left Hale, making some strands of Jessie’s hair dance as the warm gust of air tickled him. “Perks of being me, s’pose.” He mumbles and then pauses to yawn wide, giving Jessie a little squeeze as he does. Then he tugs the sheets and blankets up over them both. “Get some rest, sweetpup. I gotcha.”
The promise was one Hale made often, and Jessie needed to hear more than anything. He was safe, home, and his boyfriend was holding him close. Even if he felt like shit, they’d get through this. They always did, and they always would.
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Watched Mark, Haechan, and Jaemin on Ddeun ddeun ddeun office with Yoo Jaesuk
You can see people working on their computers outside the door. I guess it's meant to give the show a more casual feel. And it does feel casual. The table is tiny lol.
Not that I am super well-versed in k-entertainment, but I get the sense that Yoo Jaesuk isn't doing as much stuff these days, and he was one of those guys that I felt like I saw everywhere. So I guess it's not unfathomable that he and NCT Dream haven't really interacted.
Lol asking about MBTIs and horoscopes as an icebreaker. This is so cheesy.
Haechan being left out as a Gemini but Yoo Jaesuk knows how to loop him back in lol
LOL Mark feels discriminated against for being INFJ so he just tells people he's ISTJ. Is this some kind of catfishing?
The way Jaemin got quieter and quieter like he was revealing a big secret lol
I didn't know Donghyuck liked taking photos too
Oh Jaemin is going to put on an exhibition :o He's releasing his pictures from the vault! We know he probably has hundreds of them. He mentioned in one of the US trips that only like 10-15% of pictures are usable? (I don't remember the exact %, but it was not high)
The Dreamies are so impressed that Yoo Jaesuk understood the NCT universe. On one hand, I get why it's confusing and if you ask the Neos to explain it, that can fill up more airtime. On the other hand, it is an interviewer's job to research their interviewees. Plus, NCT has been around for so long that NCT being confusing as a gimmick is kind of old. While this show has seemed a little humorous, I don't think it's meant to be over-the-top kind of comedy. So the "NCT is confusing" narrative isn't really necessary for comedy here.
Yoo Jaesuk is really nice to the guys by the way. Mark and Haechan were really nervous so I think it's nice that Yoo Jaesuk is trying to make them more comfortable.
Mark and Jaemin are both the kinds of guys who have to fill up their free time ^^;;
Accidental drooling lmao
I am the same, I prefer meeting people on a 1 on 1 basis. Anything more is too intimidating.
On the flip side, Haechan as the resident E of the group prefers staying at home in his time off lol
This is his explanation
Lol Donghyuck and Mark are both against coffeeshop culture
Mark and his brother got in trouble with their mom for looking at their phones during dinner lol
Donghyuck doesn't like when everyone's on their phones because he likes a boisterous atmosphere but Jaemin explains that being on phones is recharging for introverts
Jaemin prefers phone calls to texts because he likes listening to people's voices :3
Yoo Jaesuk thinks Jaemin is romantic eh >3
Big same
No words lol
What a change of topic
Big oof but he has a good explanation. He knows it's not easy.
New Jaemin lore. He didn't really get into the details (at least not in the English subs), just having said that he left and then came back.
Lol Jaemin and Haechan both confirming that it was because they'd ordered hamburgers
Mark got caught buying Tank Boy at the convenience store and then turned into Mark Boy ^^;;
LOL it was Haechan and a staff who caught Mark buying Tank Boy
Mark's full of questions about parenting eh
LOL Yoo Jaesuk was explaining how as a girldad, he ends up not really scolding his daughter that much while his wife will scold the daughter. But as a boydad, he will scold his son while his wife will be more lenient with him.
Mark: Later in life...if...maybe...later...(I have kids)
LOL Girldad Mark confirmed (but only in the next life)
Lol Yoo Jaesuk and Jaemin are getting DEEP into parenting. Yoo Jaesuk was saying he sees himself in his son so that's why he's more strict with him, not wanting him to repeat his own mistakes. And Jaemin was saying how everything his parents told him ended up being right X'D
Mark: The sky is so pretty~ Haechan: What does that have to do with us? XD
Doesn't surprise me
All the others feel touched that Mark knows that Haechan likes Crayon Shin-chan and Haechan is still figuring out why it's touching ^^;;
Gym talk again X'D
Mark is really excited for Dream () Scape!
All of a sudden? But basically I think Jaemin is a little embarrassed that Mark is so hyped for Dream () Scape and he errs on the side of caution by staying humble.
I think Mark is just really proud of how much work they put into this mini-album :3
Jaemin mentioned how people don't watch TV now so they have to do promos for Youtube shows and do dance challenges XD He's such an old person.
Mark said once you make eye contact, you have to do a dance challenge together ToT so don't make eye contact
Looks like their challenge is similar to Hot Sauce
Aw, we can definitely tell that Mark is really passionate about his work, and I think that comes with age and perspective. Now that he's older, he has more opinions about the direction he wants to take with his work. So his goals are more defined now that he just knows more. And now that he's older and is more skilled, those goals are also more within reach.
Haechan has brought up the graduation system on his own a few times, which is interesting. I love that they're not forced to hide that part of their history because the fact of the matter is that that affected how they grew as a group. And Haechan explains here that there were restrictions on what they could or couldn't do. In this case, Haechan was saying that they didn't release their first album until their fifth year, presumably because Dream was supposed to be a temporary group so it didn't make sense to drop as much investment in anything more than singles or mini-albums. And once Dream was turned into a permanent group and had restrictions lifted, certain goals also became more within reach for Haechan.
LOL Haechan and Jaemin were giggling when Mark said that they had a meeting to talk about how to improve. And apparently it was because it's normally just a meeting to get scolded by Mark or Jisung, which makes total sense because Mark and Jisung are the absolute perfectionists of the group!
Oh interesting, Haechan said that they've been having theese meetings for 11 years, since they were trainees. So it looks like they're like...general meetups for performance review? But now they have more substance and definition since they're actually working on stuff, and also have more opinions.
Aw Haechan sang his audition song :3
Jaemin and Yoo Jaesuk agreeing that you gotta admire yourself sometimes XD
Haechan and Mark say that they admire Jaemin's confidence sometimes :P You gotta know how to hype yourself up! It's probably especially weirdy in the entertainment industry where you simultaneously have people praising you and trashing on you. You have to learn to be confident in yourself through that noise.
So Mark's brother was auditioning for all the groups and Mark tagged along
Mark trying to shoehorn Smoothie into his answer about his concerns XD
I love this though, Mark is so confident that they're going to make a dent with Smoothie
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Silence - Chapter 38
Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader
Summary = Tommy figures out who the Adler's were really indebted to, the realisation scaring Ana.
Warnings = Language, Grammar, Violence mentioned, Gang Activity.
Word Count = 1994
Note = Sorry its late :( I was a lot under the weather as they say and my head just wasn’t in writing...Anyway here it is a little update, Tommy knows so we will probably see a much more protective side of him I guess you could say? Plus for you fluff lovers, it is coming over the next few chapters, I have made notes of all your comments and hope to incorapte them.
Thank you all so much for the continuous support it means so much love you all, I love reading your thoughts and talking with you about my take on the characters...Especially Ana she is like my sister now lol. Much love
Tommy had left the flat rather early this morning for work. Something I was grateful for as it meant I could avoid the inevitable question of why I wasn’t going into work for that little bit longer.
Being in Tommy’s arms last night was enough to ease my racing emotions. I had relaxed in his embrace, not wanting to drag up what I learned throughout the day to ruin it.
Nothing was said between us, we just held each other and it continued throughout the night and to this morning before he left for work. It had felt completely natural, like the outside world didn’t exist. It was complete bliss.
But it quickly ended by mid afternoon when Tommy returned home with an unreadable expression on his face. Stopping just behind the couch, he removed the peaked cap from his head, his eyes watching me fix the hem on a pair of his trousers.
“Would you like some lunch Tommy?” I asked placing the garment on the table, resting the needle and thread on top, glancing at the small clock on the mantle piece.
“No, what happened yesterday Stace, eh?” He asked shrugging off his coat, folding it over his fore arm before resting it over the back of the sofa.
“Nothing.” I inform him with a sigh, standing to my feet I turned my back to him, walking into the open planned kitchen to fill the teapot with water.
“Then how come your not at work eh?”
“Why aren’t you?” I countered back, turning the hob up full, sparing the man a glance over my shoulder, a perfectly raised eyebrow of my own thrown at him.
“Your father came into my office, wanted me to deliver this to you.” He spoke, holding up a white envelope in his hand.
Squinting my eyes at the paper between his fingers, I brushed off the invisible lint off my dress before turning towards him, reaching out to take the envelope from his hands only for him to pull it away at the last second.
“What’s going on love?” He asked, a surprising softness to his voice.
“It’s between me and them Tommy now give me the letter.” I tell him with a huff, stretching my smaller frame against his. One hand rested on his chest for support while the other reached into the air, reaching for the letter.
“That’s not how this works Stace, especially when your father comes into my work place during office hours.”
“Why? You afraid he walks in on you and Lizzie?” I huffed in frustration.
Just as I went to step back from his space, his free hand wrapped around my hip pulling me tighter into him, keeping me in place.
“There would be nothing for him to walk in on Stace” He scoffed with a roll of his blue eyes, the arm with the letter faltering slightly. “This jealous is getting out of control love.”
“Oh please Tommy every time I go into that office she is throwing herself at you and you say nothing to her, nothing. You just let her away with it. What if I did that to another man?” I challenged, glancing up at the letter before glaring at the slightly taller man in front of me.
“He wouldn’t have his eyes to enjoy it.”
“Maybe I’ll take her eyes so she doesn’t get to enjoy you.” I threaten, using this moment of weakness within him to snatch the letter from his grip.
Smiling triumphantly I was about to rub the letter in his face but stopped myself when he looked at me, with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes, a small smile of his own working on his own lips.
“What?” I asked unsure at his change of expression. Instead of answering his hand came up, resting on the side of my face, stroking along my cheekbone with his thumb.
Leaning into his touch, my eyes fluttered shut as he held me close. His natural scent of smoke and wood invading my nostrils as I fell into his embrace, tingles rushing through my body at his love.
“What happened love? Talk to me” He whispered against my lips pressing a loving, yet possessive kiss to them once he finished speaking.
Moaning against his mouth, my hands wandered up his chest linking together behind his neck, the letter dropping to the floor as I surrendered to him.
“You can’t do that Tommy.” I breathed pulling away from him, resting my forehead against his. “You can’t act all sweet and kiss me like that and expect to get answers.”
“No?” He chuckled, blue eyes lightening up with mischief. Reaching forward he placed short, sweet kisses against my cheeks and lips causing a laugh to fall from my lips. “Talk to me, please. I just want to help.” He pleaded, giving me his best puppy dog eyes.
Just as I was about to respond, the teapot in the kitchen began to scream, spewing hot water all over the place. I turned to deal with it only Tommy had rushed around me, grabbing the drying cloth from the side to move the spewing pot onto a back ring, out of harms way.
“Tommy, it’s nothing I will deal with it. You have enough going on with Churchill, Campbell, the pub and whatever else you don’t tell me about.” I tell him bending over to lift the letter he had brought home off the ground to place on the table.
“Right now I’m here for you Stace. The other stuff can wait eh.” He explained, shrugging the suit jacket from his shoulders, resting the clothing around the edge of the chair.
“What does he want you to do Tommy?” I asked, picking at the edges of the letter, avoiding all eye contact with him, but I could feel it. I felt his graze, burning through me as I finished my sentence.
“Nothing…”
“I need to worry about, yeah I got that part” I nodded with a tight smile, it was the same thing he always said whenever I asked about his business.. “Do you see us working Tommy? Honestly?” I asked catching the man in front of me completely off guard.
“Wha? Why would you ask me that?” He breathed, eyebrows furrowed down over his eyes as he thought about what I had just said.
“All we do is keep secrets from each other, you especially. Would I have even known about Campbell’s secret mission if I hadn’t of been in that office last night?”
“Stace…”
“No seriously Tommy, you trust every other woman in your life but me with information.”
“Because I am trying to keep you safe.” He defended, careful not to raise his voice but I could see the tension building in his neck. “I want to protect you, I don’t care about them, they are a means to an end.”
“You are putting me in more danger keeping things from me, why can’t you see that?.” I questioned, the words leaving my mouth before I could even think about them.
“I am not stupid Tommy, I know what you have done, what you are capable of doing and yet I am still here, choosing you, loving you. Bearing a child with you. I don’t want them growing up in a world of lies, of secrets and betrayal.” I trailed off in a whisper, tears spilling from my eyes.
“Stace, knowing that kind of information, there is no coming back from that.” Tommy tried to reason, reaching forward placing a supportive hand on my arm. “I just want to protect you.”
“And I appreciate that Tommy but I can’t handle anymore secrets, anymore lies. I need you to be upfront and honest with me, about everything.” I explained to him, turning my body into his, resting my hands on his chest, staring up into his eyes which were swirling with so many emotions it was hard to pinpoint just one.
“What happened at the shop Stace?” He asked knowing this emotional response was caused by more than his line of work.
“They sold me Tommy, sold me off like I was some kind of garment or piece of meat” I cried, burying my head into his chest, not wanting to see the look on his face at my words.
I felt Tommy’s body stiffen against me, his hands squeezed at my hips, holding me against him, allowing me to cry and soak his waistcoat with my tears. Nothing was said between us but I could feel the cogs turning in Tommy’s mind as he held me close.
“I knew they didn’t really care for me, not really but to sell me off to settle a debt. Did I really mean so little? Do I really mean so little?” I asked not anticipating a response but the words caught his full attention.
His hands wrapped around my upper arms pulling me from his body so he could look directly into my red, puffy eyes as he spoke.
“You mean the world and more to the people who actually care about you Stace. Polly, Arthur, John, Finn, even fucking Esme and all your nieces and nephews, care for you. Your brother James, god rest his soul loved you more than this world and then there is me, words are not enough to describe what you mean to me, eh.” His voice was forceful, but loving as he spoke.
“But why aren’t I good enough for them?”
“You don’t want my answer Anastasia but they are not worth shit if they can’t see your true worth, yeah.” His voice determined, his hands now squeezing the side of my cheeks, smooshing my face slightly to try and emphasise the points he was making.
“You sound like Polly.” I chuckled, reaching up and wiping the wetness as best I could on my dress sleeve but the tears were still coming.
“I was raised by the woman, she speaks nothing but the truth.” He smiled, both thumbs brushing the tears from the apple of my cheeks towards my hairline. “Who did they owe a debt to eh?”
“To you” I answered catching him by surprise.
It was like a penny had dropped inside his mind, letting go of my face he stepped away from me, running a hand over his mouth, his eyes trained on the ceiling above him as his mind raced. Two simple words adding to the already never ending work load he chose to carry alone.
“Tommy” I asked cautiously stepping towards him, placing a hand on his forearm, gently pushing his hand down away from his mouth.
“We were focused on the wrong Italians Stace, the wrong fucking Italians.” He laughed out bitterly. Pouting his lips, I could see the outline of his tongue running along his top teeth in deep thought.
“What do you mean?” I asked how many Italians where there around Birmingham?
Tommy just glanced down at me, a small smile on his face taking my hands in his once more. There was a sincere look on his face as he looked into my eyes, his grip on my hands tightening.
“You are mine Anastasia Adler, never forget that.” He spoke without so much of a blink of his eyes. “I will protect you, nothing will happen to you or to our baby.”
“Tommy your scaring me.” I whispered, feeling a little intimidated under his intense stare.
“The people your parents are mixed up with Stace belong to the Italian Mafia, a much bigger problem than Sabini and the fact you were promised to one of them…means they won’t give you up so easily.”
“Tommy, Tommy no. No, I don’t want them, I don’t…” I panicked, trying to pull myself away from his grip but he wouldn’t allow it. Pulling me closer in his body, sshing me.
“I know, I know. They won’t get you, they won’t lay a single finger on you I promise.”
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"there's something i want to show you"
pairing: xu minghao x gn reader
word count: ~1.2k
genre: fluff, established relationship
content warnings: some kissing, mentions of the holiday season (no celebrating), the reader is implied to be shorter than minghao, there's a very very light suggestive remark at the end. lmk if i should add anything else!
a/n: another fluffy mess i wrote very quickly in my notes app lol hope you like it!!
when you walked out of your office building at the end of another long work day, you were surprised to see your boyfriend waiting there on the sidewalk for you. minghao's face lit up when he saw you and he greeted you with a big hug. it felt warmer than usual, but you thought it was just because of how cold the weather had gotten.
"hi honey, how was work?" his voice was so cheerful that it made you forget how exhausted you were just moments before.
"eh, same as every other day. what are you doing here, hao?" it wasn't that you weren't absolutely delighted to see him, but he was usually still working well after you got off, so you were a bit confused.
"i finished my work early and thought i'd surprise you." he somehow answers the question you hadn't even asked aloud yet. he was so perceptive he could usually tell how you were feeling or what you were thinking just by looking at your face. this was amazing most of the time, but could be annoying because it made it nearly impossible for you to ever be the one to surprise him.
you laced your hands and fingers together and started your walk home. as the cold early winter air blew, you instinctively wrapped your free arm around his and brought yourself closer to his body to keep warm. although he wasn't much for pda beyond holding hands and some short hugs and kisses here and there, he found you especially cute in this moment and donned a fond smile without saying a word.
you kept walking for a bit and venting about your day while minghao listened attentively and silently. you were so distracted that you hadn't even noticed you passed the corner you were supposed to turn at blocks ago. "oh, wait." you stop in your tracks forcing him to a halt as well. "we missed our turn. why didn't you say anything?"
you're a bit confused when he looks at you with such a carefree smile. "i thought we could take a little detour today. there's something i want to show you."
you nod with a smile and know that asking him to give you any hints would be futile. he never cracks, and it's more fun for things to be a total surprise anyways.
the sun starts to set as you make your way to your mystery destination. you are so lost in your conversation with minghao that you hardly notice the temperature drop. however your boyfriend does notice how your body instinctively presses even closer to his own, and it sends enough heat throughout his body starting from his cheeks to warm the both of you.
finally, you make your way to a city park that has been beautifully decorated with lights for the holiday season. he looks over at you and lets out a laugh filled with adoration when he sees how your face and eyes light up at the sight. one thing you both had in common and loved about each other was your ability to see and appreciate the beauty in almost anything.
"hao, this is so beautiful." you turn to face him and realize he has already been staring at you this whole time with a soft grin.
looking only at you he replies, "it sure is." he cups your cold cheeks with his warm hands and brings you into a passionate kiss. as if it couldn't feel any more like a cheesy romantic holiday movie, it starts to lightly snow as you embrace under all the twinkling lights.
after your lips finally part and your head comes down from the clouds you hear him say, "actually there's more i wanted to show you."
you can't help but notice how particularly bold minghao is being tonight. he has always been a passionate and romantic person, but he usually doesn't make such public displays of his affection for you. he likes to save all of that for home when he has you all to himself. something is different today, but you still can't figure out what.
he grabs you by the hand and leads you down a more secluded path away from all the crowds of couples taking pictures in front of the lights. by this time the sun has completely disappeared and it's a bit dark, but you can see a soft light glowing from further down the path.
before you go any further he stops you. "here, put this on." he pulls one of his small, pretty silk scarves out of his coat pocket.
"honey, i'm already wearing a scarf. plus, i don't think this will do much to protect me against the cold." the confusion on your face grows even more severe when he just chuckles back at you.
"no, silly." he moves so he is behind you now. he feels you flinch a bit as he begins to wrap the scarf around your eyes. "just trust me, okay?" you relax at his soothing voice and let him guide you a few more steps down the path.
finally he stops you and you feel him leave your side. he moves so gracefully you don't even hear him, but suddenly hear his voice come from in front of you now. "okay, you can take it off now." you unslip the loose knot he had tied at the back of your head. you drop it to the ground in shock when you see the sight before you.
minghao is down on one knee with lights spelling out 'will you marry me?' decorating the tress behind him. he just waits there silently with his precious smile for your response.
"oh, minghao..." you trail off as the tears start to flow out. you drop to your knees in front of him and pounce on him with a hug that sends you both all the way to the ground. "yes! a million times, yes." you let out before drowning his whole face in countless kisses.
eventually you both turn into laughing messes as you realize how ridiculous you look on the ground, hair and clothes all disheveled. you help each other to your feet and dust each other off. minghao looks down at you and brushes a leaf from your hair. he stops with his fingers entwined in the hair behind your ear and looks you dead in the eyes. you can see all the love he has for you stored in his gaze and it makes your cheeks heat up and stomach feel fuzzy.
"i love you, y/n." he brings his hand around so it is caressing your cheek, and wipes away the tear that had begun rolling down it. he then reaches down and grabs your hand and places a soft kiss on it before reaching into his pocket and placing the most beautiful ring on your finger. it's more stunning than anything you ever could have hoped for.
"i love you, minghao. so much." he brings you into his warm embrace and places a kiss on the top of your head. you stay there in that moment before a cold wind gusts through and makes you both shiver.
"come on, my love. let's go home and warm up a bit." the hint of suggestive mischief in his tone excites you, but you also can't help but laugh. you've never been happier than you are in this moment.
you take his hand and let him lead you into the rest of your lives together.
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:O :S Hi Owen!! At Judd's house :))
I mean he's home all day but I suppose he does need a break lol, it's probably good for him that she has daycare sometimes :)) plus socialization
AYY more Grace talk :D
:OO Ahhh near the (somewhere I don't remember) islands!! Fun :D
I mean not fun like they're a charity but yk xD I'm glad she's doing good and enjoying it :')) I wish they could talk more open though because it doesn't seem like they do :(( I'm sure time differences must be rough and Grace is busy (not to mention Judd, with Charlie) but still D: xd
Awww that picture of them :'))
OOP he thinks Owen's asking him back
And I wanna think he is but I bet he's gonna ask for advice on the whole Paul Marjan situation and Judd will feel unwanted 😭😭
NOO look at his faceee that's exactly what's gonna happen isn't it 😭💔🥺😤
YEP AUGH 😭😫
Noooo Judd I promise they do want you 😭😭 those shoes can't be filled in the same way because it's not you!!!
Gosh :'(((
No not awkward for that reason just because he still wants back xd AND YOU WANT HIM BACK GOSHDANGIT!!
Uaugh 😭 xd
Oop o.o?
Ooh fair enough Judd :o
Yeahh :( I don't think one of them will QUIT necessarily 😳, but it would be a little tense for a while :( if not be a slight forever sort of thing
Fair point Judd 😬
Oof y'all :((( that's just rough all around 😭😭
Judddd why can't you just bring it up and you all can see through this and come back 😭😭😭🥺❤️💔 :((
Not okay y'all xd
Gosh this is gonna kill me isn't it lol
Throughout this whole season xD
Oope green? We changing it this season too lol?
OOP 3-1-1 :O AND HIM AGAIN O.O!
WE'RE GOING!!
Oh dang just right there, after the call xD I know they walk get out as soon as possible but wouldn't you wanna make the call after it gets broken lol
Anyway xD
Ooop 😬😬
Nahh I bet it's a decoy, they're inside there
Still though 😬
Also there's another car in between them, that might help- nope lol o.o, it's gone xD
Uh ohhh 😬
UHH OHHHH 😬😬
Oh no o.o
OPE
Nahhh it's totally them
Carlos Carlos Carlos :D
YEPPP there's the police sirens :D
Noooiicee 🥳🥳🥳😌
Got em 😌😌
AHHHH YEPP THERE'SSS MY BOY :D
And the other guy? YEP LOL!!
Nice 😌
LOL he's all banter
Carlos is a little more serious, he always has been xD
But he definitely has changed a bit after his dad's death :(( it's sad to see, but inevitable - no one is the same after anything <33.
Nice though y'all, you got him :DD!!!
Good job guys 🥰🥰🥰❤️
Aww hey guys :')
What does that mean lol?
Ahhh I see
But he's not :')
Yeah exactly <3
It's rough honey :'((
Just everything with Gabriel I mean, you can see it in his face every time
Ahhh so it means like being honest, shooting straight I think lol
Yeah :'))
I expected their conflict to last a little longer so I assume they'll continue getting paired up for a while, and start to work better and better together :)
Still, nice job getting through this one guys <3
I keep feeling like he's going to give his condolences or something xd people always do that and I feel like that's not what Carlos wants at this point but I feel like he will
Ahh talking about is dad in some way though :'o
:'O
What?
He sat across from him
That's so sweet of a connection there
And Carlos didn't seem to know either :'o :') :(
Awww that's a special connection :'(( :')
It's gonna be good <3
Yeah :'D
AND YEP LOL
And you got that from him x'D
LOL yep exactly xD :')) bro gets it <333
Aww :'))
Carlos is very broody so far <33 not bad, I understand, but I hope we can see him happier with more peace in this season :'))
Goodnight, Ranger Campbell :p
And just AAAHHHHH Ranger Reyes 🥰🥰❤️
Sounds so cool <333
Officer did as well but eh still lol
:')))
#9-1-1 lone star#911 lone star#oasis's 9-1-1 chatter#kinda put off continuing this to see if it would be uploaded so I could refresh a bit but eh lol
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hey!!!
so a lot has gone down, i did allergy testing yesterday morning which wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be, it turns out that now i’m only allergic to dust mites. which isn't great cause they're EVERYWHERE. but oh well, i’m going to start shots again next week (i did for five years as a child) so hopefully they will bother me less in the future.
after the testing i needed a break so i skipped class (gasp!) and went to my friend’s to finish the baby blanket i was making for her to give to her friend. this was kind of necessary since i went to office hours later and she was leaving town around the time they ended. all i had left to do was stitch down the tail ends, which is easy enough but still not a part i relish because it requires so much more intention than just the regular knit knit knit.
after office hours i went home and took a huge nap, showered, watched tv for a little bit and then went to bed by like 11:30 which is good progress.
today, i did part of my usual morning routine and then spent the rest of the time getting into yet another debate with my mom about the electoral college. (sigh. mathematically, i just don’t get it. must be a NT thing.) then i went to class, studied at a coffee shop, went back home, had a break and a snack, and studied some more. and naturally in the middle of my evening studying, i took another break to get a snowball.
things i’ve gotten done:
✅ objectives notes and quizlets for parts 8, 9, 10, and 11
✅ finished the baby blanket (she came out so nicely considering i hadn't knit anything in almost two years!!)
✅ problem set 4 in office hours
✅ personal Bible study - this morning i finished mark 6 and read mark 7! i felt so much better reading more than my self-prescribed one chapter a day, like i was actually prioritising God’s word rather than viewing it as a chore! also felt great doing it in the morning as i strive rather than waking up late, not having enough time, and leaving it for the afternoon or evening or worse forgetting entirely!!
tomorrow morning i will be cramming the most important terms/examples. oh well. i will be reading all the terms out loud, starring the important terms/examples that i need to learn, and going back and studying those more. a lot of the material is basic stuff that i already know from intro bio courses and just need a little refresher, it's not all internalizing entirely new concepts, so i have faith that it will go alright!
☙ song(s) on loop: “figure me out” by the summer set. this was on repeat during my study session at the coffee shop after class today :)) ALSO! "burning up" by marianas trench was on repeat during my study session at home in the evening
☙ hours studied today: 4hrs 30m (this is a new thing i’m adding to my posts! it will be from an app i have had for over three years called forest. you set timers to focus and at the end, you have a digital tree. they also plant real trees to benefit the environment!! i haven't been using it consistently lately but would like to get back into it because it is sooooo satisfying and helpful to see the graphs of my study time and my little digital arboretum)
i was going to attach pictures of various things mentioned today but eh. i'm too sleepy. maybe next time
after my exam tomorrow i get to study with my best friend (what will i work on lol) and then make/work on/hunt down lots of birthday presents for three different people. yippee!
xx
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hello hello helloooooooooooo i would love to ask about the gta au part two (part TWOOO?!?!?! yippee! 🤸♂️) im only trying to get you home, aaaaaaand buckysam&scott (as always i want to know about alllllllll of them but i am showing remarkable self restraint)
hiiiieeeeeee !!! hehe your self restraint is admirable, this post is so fucking longgg sorry
oh boy whyyyy did i put 'part two' on this list. sorry to fake you out!! 'part two' is just the current part of the gta au that i'm working on. in my head the whole fic is in 3 coherent and totally correctly structured parts. hehhh what can i share that isn't 'spoilery' ... uhhh ..
Isaiah takes in the bounce in Sam’s step, pursing his lips in predictable judgement. “Do I even want to know?” “Hell of a job,” he says with a shrug. Sam’s laugh bursts from his chest, almost hysterical. His heart is still pounding in his ears, and he shakes out his hands to dispel some of the latent energy. Maybe there is something a little wrong with him. “Uhhuh,” Isaiah says as he pockets his payment. “There’s someone waiting for you in your office, by the way.” Sam slows his trot, glances towards the low building like it might give him some clue as to what’s waiting for him. He can’t help another smile, as he asks, kind of hopes, “is it trouble?” “Yeah,” Isaiah stretches the word with disappointment. “Think it’s the kind you like, though.”
for all intents and purposes i'm only trying to get you home is done! its fucking complete!! but that was the case after chapter 1, too, sooo.. whatever its my fic, i'll add another chapter to really earn that 'Steve is a Mess and a Cockblock' tag if i want!
“Oh, good,” Steve’s voice comes cheerily from the open doorway. “You’re both here.” “Yup,” Sam answers. Bucky clears his throat, but nothing he wants to say is gonna be nice. Plus, Sam somehow still thinks he’s a thoughtful guy, a decent friend, so Bucky swallows down the many, many things he could say to Steve, and instead tucks his forehead into Sam’s collarbone. It's a mistake, he smells so good, like sweat and ozone. Bucky rocks their hips together without thinking and earns a mean pinch on his ass in retaliation. “I was thinking about getting pizza,” Steve goes on, “maybe… two pizzas?” The smirk Bucky can hear in Steve’s voice makes him frown. Who taught Steve to smirk? What is he even doing here? Why didn’t they lock the door?
lol oh goddddd okay... you know buckysam&scott is a mess because 1- i first outlined it during lockdown and 2- i've hated every title i've tried so far. essentially it's just yet another slutty sam college au but this time he moves in with chaotic-with-hearts-of-gold scott and clint, goes to a frat party for a beer pong tournament that clint and natasha play in (obviously), hooks up with bucky, and spends most of the fic navigating the ensuing situationship.
The smell of bacon wakes him up later that afternoon. Bucky is gone, no text or note, no trace, and Sam’s clothes are still in a pile by the door like he fucked a ghost. Cool. Sam pulls on his favorite sweatshirt from the bottom of his closet and drags himself out to the kitchen. “What’d you get up to last night, eh?” Clint greets with a raised eyebrow. He's barely hiding his amusement behind the comically large coffee mug Natasha bought him. He's in a shirt that's somehow too loose in the shoulders while somehow also being too short to make it past his hips. All in all he's a familiar sight. “More like who he got up to,” Scott says. Sam squints at him, and doesn't even get a response. Sam shrugs. “I don’t kiss and tell.” Clint and Scott glance at each other, an unspoken since when? that Sam should probably be offended by. “Okay.” He amends with a yawn, “I don’t kiss and tell before I’ve had breakfast.”
TYSM FOR THE ASK ! ♥
#can you tell i like writing sams friends holy cow#corny tv announcer voice: if you liked scott and sam in the gta au youre gonna love the samscottclint best bros in this college au#GODDAM THIS WAS FUN I WAS SO STUPID TO NOT HAVE WANTED TO POST THE GAME#jo do be writing or whatever#wip games#longest post in the history of all time#long post#onlysambucky#sambucky gettin crazy with the cheese whiz#the sb gta au
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