#so i can move and press buttons and not be crying about a stupid timer or dps loss

[sharama]

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[taestefully-in-luv]

The Island | KTH (Six)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) heated make out, oral (female and male receiving), swallowing, unprotected sex, multiple positions, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Notes: here’s ch6! Sorry it’s a little shorter than other chapters…:( But I hope you enjoy nonetheless. It’s finally here;) Hope you guys like this chapter. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

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“I just feel like you aren’t into it…into me.” Hana looks down at her hands in her lap. “I want you to be, of course—actually, let’s forget this.” She looks up at Taehyung, her thin lips set into a firm line. “Your birthday is tomorrow, I want you to have a good time.”

“Hana…” Taehyung looks at her, his confused expression only growing. “I do—”

“I said let’s forget it.” Her strained smile only concerns him. “I’ll be bringing along a few girlfriends, that’s fine right?”

“Uh,” Taehyung tries looking into her empty eyes but fails, “Sure. Yeah, that’s fine.”

Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip as he recalls some of his last days before the island…that memory is over 6 months old. There’s no way Hana waited for him…at least, at this point he hopes not. But he realizes how right she was…she could feel that he wasn’t 100% into it—into her. The guys were right too. The sad part is…he knew too. But Jimin was right, it’s because he felt lonely and like he’s just getting older and he needs someone. But now…

Images of you, the last 6 months, the time you two have spent together is racing through his mind, flashing pictures of your smiling face. He internally crumbles. Your face is so pretty, he thinks. Your face when you laugh, when you smile, when you cry. Every expression you have ever made and have yet to make is beautiful art to him.

Taehyung notices the sun setting through his window and he knows the time has come. He hopes he can control himself…he’s a respectful man but no person has drove him as insane as you do. How will he handle touching you again? How will he handle his lips exploring your lips? Tasting you? An entire minute? Lord have mercy on his soul. Not because a minute is a long time but because a minute is just not enough.

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“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?” you mumble under your breath as you stare at yourself in your bathroom mirror. You…you look at yourself in disbelief because what the hell are you wearing? What’s with this outfit? Your ass cheeks are literally hanging out of these shorts and your cleavage is just stupid out there. You’re wearing red matching bra and panties and for what? What are you expecting? It’s just some kissing! You groan out loud and walk inside your closet, ready to choose another outfit. You slip on some different shorts—ones that cover your ass and a long t shirt. You keep the racy red panties and bra though.

You go back to the mirror and stare at yourself. Taehyung said he wants to kiss you. He said it and you wish, you so badly wish you could have had the courage to tell him you also want to kiss him. But you don’t know if that’s a good idea. If you guys continue to cross the line…what will that mean?

Suddenly there’s knocking on your bedroom door, your head whips in the direction and you sigh. He’s here. It must be night, you’ve been in your bathroom for who knows how long! You take one last look in the mirror, nod your head and turn your body towards the door.

You reach your bedroom door and sigh out again, are you ready to face him?

“I know you’re standing there…” You hear Taehyung on the other side of the door, you can’t help but crack a small smile. “Come on, I’ll be downstairs.”

Then you hear his footsteps get further and further away as you lightly bang your head on the door. Why are you freaking out? This was your idea! Finally, you open the door and see no sign of Taehyung so you walk into the hallway and make your way downstairs.

You find Taehyung sitting on the living room sofa, he’s staring straight ahead, licking his drying lips. Once he feels your presence he’s turning his head to face you, his eyes narrowing.

“You’re here.” He says with his deep voice, “Shall we?” he gestures to the spot next to him on the couch.

You nod and walk to the other side of the couch, sitting down next to him. You leave a little space between your bodies and Taehyung smirks at you.

“You’ll have to get closer if you want to kiss me.” He says lowly, “Since you want to.”

“Right…” you whisper, scooting closer to him.

Taehyung looks at you for a moment and his eyes soften.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks quietly. “We can—”

“I’m sure.”

Taehyung exhales deeply and nods his head, licking his lips repeatedly again.

“Okay. The timer is on the table—”

“I’ll set it for a minute and 10 seconds.”

“Why 10 seconds?”

“So we have time to…” You pause, biting your lip. “…To get into it.”

Taehyung raises his brows and his mouth forms an ‘o’ then he is nodding his head.

“Okay, makes sense.”

“I’ll start it now…”

Taehyung inches a little closer to you, his knees touching yours and you gasp when you feel his hand squeeze your thigh.

“Relax.” Taehyung leans into you, his mouth at your ear. “Relax for me.”

You can’t help the gulp that pushes down your throat, you can’t help the absolute shiver you feel that shoots down your spine.

“Okay…” you agree, “3…2…1” and you’re pressing the start button on the timer and setting it in your lap. You look up at Taehyung expectantly only to find his gaze directly on your lips. Taehyung thinks your lips look as soft as they usually do and he’s desperate to get a feel of them. He brings the hand that was on your thigh to your jaw, he cups his large hand around it and you swallow hard. He guides your face closer to his as he watches your eyelids become half lidded. He leans further into you until you feel his puffy lips covering your own with a soft, slow kiss. His kiss is tender and controlled, he moves against you slowly. Fuck, this feels amazing.

You feel yourself melting into a puddle as his lips move against your lips, they’re so soft and taste so sweet. You finally respond to his sweet smooches with your added pressure. You kiss him back harder, but not too hard. You kiss him back with passion. He moves his hands from your face to your hair, he tugs on it as he deepens the kiss and you moan into his mouth as you wrap your hands around his neck. You can’t help but sigh between his parted lips and pull back, away from him.

“Is-Is everything okay?” he asks, concerned. His brows are pulled together and he’s slightly panting. You don’t answer him though, you only admire his face. He’s got flushed cheeks, swollen lips and blown out pupils. He looks so fucking good.

“y/n? The timer hasn’t gone off yet?” he tries to stay composed but you can tell he’s panicking.

“Huh? Oh right.” You try leaning back in but Taehyung stops you with his hands on your shoulders.

“y/n, we can stop this if you aren’t comfort—”

“I don’t want to stop, Tae.” You blurt out quickly. “I want to keep going.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, “Please.” His eyes widen.

Taehyung’s hands grip at your waist and leans in again, kissing you once more. His lips find yours in desperation this time, he moves his lips against yours messily yet perfectly. His hands slide down just a bit until they’re gripping your hips, he gives them a squeeze and you squeal. So he squeezes your hips again until you’re whimpering in his mouth. He takes advantage of your parted lips, taking this opportunity to lick past them and feel your tongue with his. He presses his mouth against yours harder as your hands run down his broad chest.

You begin exploring his front side, your hands gliding from his chest to his stomach. He groans when you slide your hands down with added pressure to his lower stomach, he feels himself tense as he continues to kiss you. His tongue swirls against yours as your kissing becomes more heated and more sloppy. He wants to explore your front too, god, he wants to feel your tits in his hands so bad. So he slides his hands up until he’s groping you, your breasts being squeezed passionately by his large hands. You groan when his thumb finds your nipple through the material of your shirt and thin bra, he’s rubbing it over and over and you roll your eyes back.

You want to touch him more, you want to feel him so fucking bad and you’re about to, you swear you’re about to but the god damn timer goes off. The loud, obnoxious beeping ringing loud and clear in your ears. You and Taehyung get stopped immediately, backing away from one another. Your lips leaving a small string of saliva connecting you two. You hurry to wipe your mouth and scramble to find the timer and stop it.

“Uh…” Taehyung’s breathing is beyond uneven. “I don’t know if that counts because we stopped.”

“Right…Then we should continue.” You give him a shy smile and he smirks over at you.

“Only if you want to.”

“I do.” You say, completely intoxicated. You reach up to caress his cheek and Taehyung goes soft all of the sudden, he’s leaning into your touch and he sighs out in satisfaction.

“Kiss me Taehyung.” You quietly command.

“My pleasure.” He hurries to capture your lips with his, his mouth moving quickly over yours, his tongue practically begging for entrance. He wastes no time fighting his way into your mouth and you let him, you part your lips and slip your tongue between his. He groans as his fingers find their way into your hair and he’s tugging on it making you moan between kisses. He tugs your head to the side, giving him access to your neck. His lips leave yours to leave wet kisses down your jaw and your throat, you immediately sigh out in pleasure arching you back and pushing your chest into his. Good, he thinks. You’re as affected as he is.

Taehyung takes you by the shoulders and lays your body down on the couch as he climbs on top of you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head. He stares down at you with his intense gaze and you shudder. You’re really letting this happen…but before you can get too into your head Taehyung’s hand is at your lower stomach, riding your shirt up.

“This has to come off.” He states darkly, “Now.” You nod your head slowly and he’s raising the shirt higher and higher, until he’s lifting it off your body. This leaves you in some shorts and your red, lacey bralette. Taehyung skims yours body, his eyes trailing from the tops of your breasts until they’re focused on your shorts.

“These off too.” He plays with the material of your shorts. “Want to see what panties you’re wearing.”

You start to turn red but you agree, you lift your ass up as Taehyung begins dragging the shorts down your legs, revealing your matching red panties.

“Thought so.” Taehyung smirks, “You wore a matching set. Why? Did you know this was going to happen? Such a bad fucking girl.”

You breathe out heavily, wondering what to say but you decide to stay quiet. Not trusting your voice at this point.

“Speak.” Taehyung commands and you feel the chills run across your entire body.

“I didn’t know…” you lie, “I just put these on…”

“We don’t lie, y/n. When it comes to me and you, we always tell the truth okay baby?” You can hear his teasing tone, it’s light and playful and it goes straight to your lady bits.

“Okay…” you agree softly, “I want…”

“What is it that you want?”

“Your clothes off.”

Taehyung quirks a brow at you with an amused smile. “Oh?” He licks his lips and nods his head. He slowly begins taking his shirt off, revealing his tanned, broad chest. Your hands immediately go up to touch him, dragging your little fingers down until they’re at his shorts.

“These too, please.”

“Only because you have such good manners.” Taehyung gets off you to take his shorts off, leaving him in black briefs. You can see his bulge…fuck, he looks huge. Bigger than you remember when you two skinny dipped. He finds his way back between your legs, hovering above you.

“I believe you asked me to kiss you.” He says, leaning down. He nips at your neck, until his lips find their way back to yours. He’s kissing you much rougher now, his tongue dancing intensely with yours. His hips grind into you as he kisses you, you can feel his member rubbing against your clit so heavenly. You can’t help but whimper every time his bulge grinds into you, the feeling so euphoric.

“Taehyung…” you moan his name. You moan his fucking name. He is on the verge of going feral now, his hips moving into you faster and harder.

“I want to ….”

“You want to what baby?” he breathes out harshly, his lips now on your neck again, sucking bruise after bruise, painting art on your skin with blues and purples.

“Can I…” you sigh out heavily, “Please can I suck your cock? …Please…”

Taehyung drops his head in the crook of your neck and releases a long, unsteady breath.

“You realize if I let you suck on my cock, I’m going to end up fucking your mouth?”

“Please…” you whine, imagining his dick between your lips. “You can fuck my mouth.”

Taehyung chuckles, his hot breaths hitting your sensitive skin.

“Right here? You’re okay with them watching?” he asks, clearly amused.

“Show them who this mouth belongs to, Taehyung.”

Belongs to? Suddenly, Taehyung’s world stops. He wants your mouth to belong to him, of course. But does it? Is this just dirty talk? Or do you mean it? He sits back on his hinges, and cards his fingers through his messy hair.

“I want you, Taehyung.” You say smoothly, “Need you.”

Need him? Now he is beginning to spiral even further…you don’t need him. You just want what he can do for you…

“You don’t.” he says quietly, his voice low and his breaths uneven.

“I do.” You say, sitting up to caress his face.

Taehyung’s eyes dart all around the room, his breathing become even rougher. He hates misunderstandings, miscommunication, etc.

“I can’t do this.” He whispers and your eyes go wide in panic.

“W-What do you—”

“—Not until you tell me how you feel.” He says quickly, “I need to know how you feel about me.”

Your eyes widen even more before you’re slowly closing them.

“How I feel about you?” you repeat.

“Yes.”

“I don’t kn—”

“Don’t give me some bullshit, y/n. Either you like me or you don’t.” he stares down at you, his gaze as dark and intense as the day you met him. Taehyung leans down again, until his mouth is at your ear.

“I think you do.” He whispers. “But I need to hear it from you.” He leans away from you again, his expression serious.

“Taehyung…” you begin, “You’re my friend—”

“—Don’t. Do you feel the same way about me that I feel about you?” he finally asks but bluntly.

“You like me, Taehyung?” you ask quietly, the shock evident in your voice.

“How was it not so obvious? I’ve said this before the night we skinny dipped, but your ability to be so naïve…seriously baffles me.” He sighs out.

“Taehyung…” you whisper his name, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You think having feelings for me means that’s it? That it’s the end? Baby, it would only be the beginning.” Taehyung leans down again as he caresses your face. “I know you’re scared. I know you have trauma that you’re still getting through. I know your ex fucked you up. But I’m not him. I’m Taehyung. I’m…fuck, I don’t know. y/n, please just open your heart to me.” Taehyung looks at you with so much compassion that it physically hurts.

“I know,” your voice shakes, “I know you aren’t him, Tae.” You take his hand in yours, “I do like you.” You finally admit, shutting your eyes.

“Look at me.” Taehyung commands, “Look at me babe.”

You slowly open your eyes again, gazing into his dark ones and you feel yourself grow warmer and warmer.

“I’m only looking at you.” You say as you reach up and kiss him. You kiss him on the lips, long and hard. He smirks into the kiss as his tongue pushes past your lips and you welcome him with your own.

His hands explore your body again, he’s gripping on to your ass as his pulls you closer into his crotch, his hands then travel up your breasts and he’s unclasping your bra, throwing it to the side.

“God, I have waited to see these perfect tits again.” He groans, leaning down until he’s got your left nipple in his mouth, he’s licking it and sucking it making you moan loudly for him.

One of his hands is at your other breast fondling it while his other hand travels down until he’s feeling you over your panties.

“These panties are fucking soaked.” He mumbles, “Good girl.”

You whine when his fingers slide your underwear to the side and his fingers slip between your folds. He slides them around until he’s swirling two fingers over your bundle of nerves, making moan after moan leave your parted lips.

“You like being watched don’t you?” he teases, “Like for others to watch me get you off?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You pant, “I love it.”

“Good.” Taehyung stops what he’s doing, causing you to groan in frustration.

“Why did you stop?”

“Because you said I could fuck your mouth. So, get ready babe.” He smirks down at you and guides you to sit up.

“Get on your knees for me.” He says as he stands from the couch. You follow his lead and stand up too then immediately drop to your knees in front of him.

“I want to see how good you are at sucking dick.” He smiles down at you, “See how well you can take this fat cock down your throat. Think you can handle it?”

“Yes, Taehyung.” You answer almost obediently, your big doe eyes staring up at him and he feels his heart soar.

“Good.” He pats your head, his fingers playing in your hair. “Good.”

Your eyes travels from his to his obvious erection through his briefs. You reach up for the band of his underwear and start pulling them down, freeing his cock, it bounces off his lower abdomen and the tip is leaking precum. You gulp at the sight. He’s huge. His dick is so long in length, but also so fucking thick.

“You can start easy, baby. Don’t got to shove the whole thing down your throat….yet.” Taehyung chuckles under his breath. “Why don’t you start by licking it?” he suggests and you nod your head.

You reach up to grab it, Taehyung tenses when he feels your small, warm hand wrap itself around his length. You look up at him again with your big, submissive eyes and he licks his lips. “Go on babe.” He quietly urges. “Show me how much you want to suck my cock.”

You lean forward, getting impossibly close as you smear his cum all over the tip of his dick. He groans at the feeling of your hand. You hover you hot mouth over the head and bring your tongue to it, licking him repeatedly, swirling your tongue all around the tip. Taehyung rolls his head back, groaning in satisfaction.

“That’s it baby. Now try taking me in your pretty little mouth.” He watches you with heavy lids.

You then wrap your lips around his cock, and he moans out loud, the feeling of how wet and hot your mouth feels has him losing composure. Not to mention it’s been a while. You begin taking his dick in your mouth inch by inch until he is feeling the back of your throat and you start a slow pace of bobbing your head up and down. He moans out again, you’re fucking sucking him so heavenly. Your tongue, your spit, your lips, your throat. It’s all perfect.

Then your hands join in, they begin pumping him while you suck on his head a little more harshly, he whimpers at the added contact—yes, whimpers. You’re going faster now. And he’s getting closer, you can tell with how his body tenses.

“You’re taking my cock in your mouth so well.” He pants out, “So fucking well.”

You then let his cock slip out of your mouth and you open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, slapping his cock on it. He could come at the sight alone.

“Going to fuck your mouth now, is that okay?” he warns while taking your hair in his hands.

“Going to come all down your perfect throat, right?”

You nod frantically at the idea, “Please Taehyung, I want all your cum.” You beg for him, still pumping him member in your hand.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He takes his cock into his hand and thrusts it past your lips. You immediately choke on this length, it hits the back of your throat so roughly. Taehyung stares down at you with his sly smile and it only grows as he watches you take his cock. You’re a fucking vision, he thinks. Your wild hair, your exposed tits. You’re fucking drooling and moaning, sending all the vibrations straight to his dick causing him to moan as well. He begins pulling out of your mouth only to slam back in and he starts his pace between your lips. He’s thrusting into your mouth, he’s got a strong grip on your hair and he’s groaning at all the sensations. Your hands find his balls and you begin massaging them lightly making him fuck your mouth faster.

“I’m—I’m going to come.” He warns between bated breaths. “Going to be my best girl and swallow it for me?”

You only moan in response, your eyes on his eyes. He throws his head back in pleasure as he fucks your mouth faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re so fucking hot.” He pants.

You continue to massage his balls and he goes so unbelievably tense, he stills his hips and spills his seed down your abused throat. You quickly swallow it all, moaning as you do so.

“You’re so beautiful y/n.” Taehyung compliments you, completely out of breath. “Only I get to see you like this, okay?” he pulls back from your mouth, raising his briefs over his cock again. He helps you to your feet, and pulls you into his chest.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

“I need you, Taehyung.” You release a few short breaths, “Need you so bad.”

~

You get thrown on to the unbelievably soft mattress in your room, the soft sheets caressing your naked top half. Your breasts bounce as you land and Taehyung looks down at you, amused.

“What?” You ask, becoming shy.

“Nothing. Just really love your tits.” He groans out as you go to cover your chest. “Oh there’s no hiding from me, babe.” He smiles.

“These are mine.” You playfully say and Taehyung quirks a brow at you.

“You share now.” He says, leaning down and capturing your lips with his in a short but heated kiss. “Okay?”

“O—Okay.” You breathe out, “Whatever you say.”

“Now you’re learning.” He teases.

You gaze into Taehyung’s eyes and you feel yourself going weak, you really are a fool for this man. He has this power over you that you can barely describe.

“Tae…” You rub your thighs together and he smirks, leaning down to lick a strip up your throat, the cool air hitting that wet spot sending chills across your body.

“Hm?” he hums, his mouth hot on your neck as he places kisses.

“Need you.”

“My girl is so needy.”

“Your girl?”

Taehyung lifts his head from your neck and stares down at you, his sly smile growing much softer as he gazes at you.

“You’re mine now, you get that right?” he asks quietly. “I want you. I…like you so much…fuck, like so much.” He sighs out. “You and me are going to make it out of here and I will still want you. You understand?” he leans down until his nose is brushing yours. “I want to make this work.”

You’re left speechless. Taehyung feels this strongly about you? You blink up at him with wide eyes and he smiles at you.

“I really, really fucking like you.” He whispers against your lips. “Tell me you understand…tell me you feel the same…” he quietly begs, his voice soft.

“I understand.” Your hushed voice making it past your lips as you lean up to kiss him. “I really like you too…” you caress his face with your hand and he pulls away from you.

“Do you want me?” Taehyung asks and you laugh.

“Baby I fucking need you.” And you’re pulling him down again, his lips crashing into yours. You kiss him over and over until your lips are so pink and swollen.

“What do you…what do you need from me? I want you to tell me.” Taehyung commands breathlessly.

“You.” You whine and he lightly spanks the side of your hip.

“Not uh.” He shakes his finger at you. “What do you want specifically? I want you to say it.”

You squirm beneath him, feeling shy all of the sudden at his request but you find his eyes and open your mouth to speak.

“Your fingers. Your mouth. Your cock.” You whisper, rubbing your thighs together.

“Louder.”

“Your fingers. Your mouth. Your cock.” You say just a bit louder and he smirks.

“Louder.”

“I want your fingers! Your mouth! I want your fucking cock!” you cry out and he looks at you with a look of pride.

“Good.” He says while playing with the band of your panties. “Let’s take these off, shall we?”

You nod your head frantically, you reek of desperation and Taehyung couldn’t be more pleased.

His fingers dance around the waist band of your underwear, smirking down at you and letting a harsh breath leave his mouth.

“I never got to taste you. I bet you taste so fucking good.” His fingers slide underneath your panties when his eyes widen once he feels your heat. “fuck, you are soaked baby girl.”

“You did this to me…” you admit as you flutter your eyelashes at him.

“y/n…” he whimpers, the sound so fucking sexy to your ears. Your mind is so hazy, so full of lust.

“All mine… say it.” Taehyung dips his fingers between your damp folds and you moan out in pleasure.

“All yours.” You repeat. “I’m all yours.”

“Yes.” He pecks your lips over and over. You slip your hand inside his briefs and he groans at the contact. “Say it again. That you’re all mine.” He continues to rub your clit over and over. Your hand starts stroking his hardening cock and you smile into his kisses.

“I’m all yours, Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s cock is so pretty, so long, so thick. You love the way it feels as he thrusts himself in your hand. You want it inside you. Your breathing picks up and you sound so fucking breathless as you speak.

“All yours.” You say again and he continues to move his hips into your hand, getting himself off. His head drops down into the crook of your neck and he smiles against your skin.

“You make me feel so good.” He admits between rough breaths, “I need you y/n. I could honestly come in your hand but would much rather come in you.” Then he’s jerking his head up.

“Wait do we have condoms?” Taehyung asks and you smirk.

“In the nightstand drawer. But they supplied me with birth control…I’ve been taking it because of my period…so we don’t need to use—”

“You’re saying I can fuck this pussy raw?” he growls, “Saying I can fill you up with my cum?”

His lips are back on your lips and he’s kissing you with more depth and more passion now, your arousal wetting you as he works you up. You throw your legs around his middle, wrapping them tightly as he immediately pushes his painfully hard member against your core.

“Off. Take them off.” You demand between harsh breaths. And without another second passing, Taehyung is rushing to take his briefs off. And before you even realize it he is back on you, between your legs.

“These have to come off too.” He smirks, dancing his fingers up your thighs until he reaches your panties. He gently begins pulling them down, slipping them off one leg at a time. Then his eyes go completely dark. The darkest you have ever seen them. They’re fixated on your pussy and you begin to squirm under his gaze. He’s got his hands holding your legs down and then suddenly he is throwing your legs over his shoulders. He finally makes eye contact with you with hooded eyes.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He licks his lips. “I can see it.”

You know you turn red, red as your fucking underwear. You want to feel embarrassed, you really do but you only find yourself staring up at him with a smile.

“So fucking beautiful.” He says, his eyes focused on your cunt, you can feel your wetness drip down your thigh. God, what does he do to you?

“Taehyung please…” your words come out broken between harsh breaths.

“Please what baby?” he says before placing a kiss on the skin of your inner thigh.

“Please,” You screw your eyes shut, gripping the sheets beneath you. “Touch me.”

His mouth places wet kisses on your inner thigh, he glides his lips closer and closer to where you need him most. He hasn’t even touched you where you need him yet but you are already moaning. His name pushing past your lips in desperation.

Taehyung raises his head to watch you, your eyes are barely open but you can see him give you the deadliest smirk of your life. In a blur his head is dipping down again and you groan out when you feel him lick from your core to your aching clit. It’s almost overwhelming. His tongue is warm and slippery and you cry out again when his mouth finds your most sensitive spot and he sucks on it. Hard.

“Taehyung!” You scream out, your heels digging into his back. He slips his tongue into you and his thumb begins rubbing harsh circles on your bundle of nerves. He pulls your hips closer to him to get a better angle and he fucking finds it. His tongue is circling and licking at your clit while he slips two fingers into your heat, thrusting them inside until you are squirming.

You whine and whimper, your lips permanently parted as harsh breaths push past. His mouth feels so good and his fingers are deadly. Within a few minutes you are throwing your head back, crying out in pleasure as your high overtakes your body. You push your thighs together, probably squishing Taehyung’s head between your legs as you ride it out. His tongue never stops, even as you are coming down from your orgasm. His eyes are on yours and you see the evil glint. He keeps fucking going. You start to move around uncomfortably as the oversensitivity hits, you crease your brows and beg Taehyung to stop. But he doesn’t. He only comes up for air for a minute to say,

“You can take it baby.” Then he dives back in, attacking your most sensitive spot. After a few more uncomfortable seconds, the pleasure starts to come again. You are on the verge of fucking tears, the pain turned pleasure just turning you on more. It doesn’t take a lot to get you on the brink of your next orgasm, no, not really. Your hands are in Taehyung’s hair, pulling at it and when you hear him grunt in response you decide that’s all it takes for you. You scream out his name as you are coming all over his offensive tongue. You are so fucking out of breath as you come down from possibly the best orgasm of your life. Your hands fall to your sides because you are fucking dead.

Taehyung gently lowers your legs to the bed, his body still between them, sitting back on his heels. You open your eyes to get a look at him and you can’t believe it but you feel yourself getting turned on again—his hair is disheveled as fuck, his eye lids heavy, and his face glistening with your juices.

“Such a good girl.” He breathes out, his voice husky and low. He looks the hottest you have ever seen him. You glance down to see how painfully hard his cocks looks, and it does. It looks upset, like you should be touching it. Like it should be inside you.

“Come here.” You whine. And he does, he leans over your body with his, laying on top of you without putting any weight on your body. You reach up to smooth his hair down, even though he looks cute with it sticking out in random places.

“That was amazing.” You admit, your breathing still heavy.

“It’s not over.” His voice is strained, almost like he is in pain. And he probably is.

You reach below him and take his cock into your small hand. He hisses at the contact, his eyes slamming shut.

“Fuck.” He whimpers into your neck. “Fuuuuck.” He repeats slowly as you start stroking him. You take his cock and begin slipping it between your folds, sliding it up and down. It hurts you a bit but you take it. It’s all worth it when you hear Taehyung release the sexiest most drawn out moan you have ever heard. His head is in the crook of your neck and he bites down into the skin and starts moving his hips—almost hesitantly.

“Wanna fuck you…” he whispers.

His cock is getting coated in your wetness so it’s easy to start pumping him with your hand. Taehyung whines. A higher pitch than you are used to with him and it goes straight to your fucking greedy ass vagina and you are turned on all over again.

“Then fuck me.” You say in his ear.

Taehyung lifts his head up and looks down at you with his intense gaze that fucking kills you.

“Are you sure?” his hand comes up to cup your cheek and you feel yourself grow even more soft for him.

“I’m more than sure.” You say gently, then you let your eyes fall to his cock in your hand and you feel the heat creep up your neck. “I need you so bad baby”

And then there is a switch. Taehyung goes from looking at you tenderly to looking at you like you are his fucking meal. He licks his lips and bites down on his bottom lip.

“Then fucking have me.” He growls, taking his cock into his own hand, and gliding it down to your core. And then it happens, he slides into you one delicious inch at a time. You both moan out in pleasure. Like, finally. After all this time, after all these months of built up tension you finally have his cock inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Taehyung grunts as you clench your walls around him. He slowly eases his cock out of you, just leaving the tip in before he slams his hips into you. You yelp out as he does that same motion a couple more times. He’s fucking you fast and deep, the sensation causing you to scream out his name and other incoherent words. His cock brushes against your G spot as he goes deeper and deeper. It has you crying out, your whines and moans filling the room. He goes faster, his hips thrusting into you at a brutal pace now.

“Get on all 4’s, I want your ass up.” He commands. you scramble to get on your hands and knees, listening to his demand. Fuck.

“Do you like it rough baby?” He moans out, slipping his cock back inside you.

“Yes.” You say under your breath.

Smack. He hand meets your ass.

“Didn’t hear you, speak up.” He grunts, starting his brutal pace again.

“Yes!” you scream out, this position has him hitting your sensitive spots in a different delicious angle. He fucks you like this for several minutes, your bodies slamming against one another, the sound of his skin slapping yours filling your ears.

“Good. Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.” He continues to fuck you as he pulls you up, your back meeting his chest. He holds you up by wrapping his fingers around your throat, squeezing lightly. He places a kiss on your shoulder. “Fucking made for me.”

You moan out, his words pushing you closer to the edge a-fucking-gain.

“You feel even better Taehyung.” You say between moans.

This earns you his fingers on your clit. He reaches around and begins rubbing his fingers quickly that your knees buckle. The added pressure of his fingers has your orgasm coming soon and you cry out warning him that you’re close.

“On your back, wanna see you when you come.” He demands, but there is a softness in his voice, it makes you melt.

His cock momentarily leaves your heat as you lay on your back, looking into his eyes as he hovers over you. Taehyung takes your legs and wraps them around his middle and quickly slips his cock inside you once again. He pace is slower than before, he falls forward, his head meeting the crook of your neck. He’s whispering sweet words in your ear as his fingers find your clit again and you are falling apart.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, his voice muffled by your hair.

He begins to thrust into you harder, really fucking hard. His balls slapping against your ass, makes the most delicious noises and you feel his cock reach deep within you, pulling you into your next orgasm, his fingers still never giving up.

“I’m gonna come!” You cry out, your walls squeezing him.

“Baby wait for me, I’m close.” He pants,

“I can’t I can’t” You scream, your eyes screwing shut as your orgasm approaches you.

“You will fucking wait for me baby” It’s a demand. He isn’t asking, he’s telling.

“Be a good girl and,” he thrusts harder and faster, so fucking fast. Your body is being shook with every thrust. “And wait. Can you do that for me?” He continues his assault on your clit.

“Yes, yes.” You cry out, tears pricking your eyes. You want to come so bad, that it physically hurts. But you try to hold it off, you try so fucking hard but he’s fucking you into the next existence.

Taehyung rolls his hips into yours, and you meet him half way. You buck your hips into him as well because you are fucking desperate. You notice his thrusts are less precise, becoming just a bit sloppy. Thank fucking sweet baby Jesus. He’s close.

“Fuck...I like you so much…” He moves into you with desperation, his words falling into your ear as he whispers to you. His hips slapping into you quickly and sloppily.

“Me too, fuck. Me too.” And that’s it. His hips buck into you harshly, stilling. He groans out loudly, coming inside you. “Come.” He demands. His fingers pressing harder onto your clit. And you do. You come so fucking hard. You squeeze him, milking him dry. You whine out, tears leaving your eyes as you slam them shut in pleasure.

“Good girl.”

Then the room is silent besides the pants coming from the two of you. You hum when you feel him slip out of you, he leans back and sits on his heels watching the cum drip out of you. Then he reaches his hand forward and stuffs his fingers inside of your pussy and you yelp out.

“You’re keeping my cum inside you.” His dark eyes staying solely on your heat.

“Yes.” You moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Taehyung’s fingers leave your center and the next thing you feel is his fingers pushing past your lips and him telling you to lick him clean. You are still shaking from your orgasm but you listen. You open your eyes and stare deeply into his while sucking on his fingers. They taste like you, taste like him. Fucking delicious.

Closing your eyes, you even out your breathing. You feel Taehyung get off the bed and the sounds of his footsteps tell you he’s walking to the bathroom. Your eyes stay shut. You just had the best sex of your life with someone…someone like Taehyung. If that isn’t the most magical feeling ever, you don’t know what is. After a few seconds you feel the bed dip, and a warm, damp towelette is being used to clean you up. You open one eye to look at the view.

Taehyung sits on his knees next to you, spreading your legs apart as he wipes your inner thighs. Then very carefully he begins cleaning the real mess. You bite your lip from the sensation, you are incredibly sensitive and you wince. Taehyung’s eyes shoot up to observe you.

“Almost done baby” he whispers, his hand squeezing your knee.

When he’s finished he throws the dirty towel in the hamper and focuses his attention back on you again.

“You should go pee.” He suggests softly, his hand rubbing your knee.

“Can’t move.” You close your eyes again when you hear him chuckle. “Will you come lay with me?” you ask, your eyes still closed.

You feel him shift around until he’s at your side, slipping an arm under your head.

You’re silent for a few moments, just enjoying one another’s presence. He swings his other arm around your waist and pulls you closer.

“y/n, I need to know if you really understand.” Taehyung sighs out. “This wasn’t just sex to me,” he begins. “This was way more than that. Fuck, it felt amazing. How do you feel?”

“Best sex of my life.” You whisper truthfully and Taehyung can’t help but chuckle.

“We were made for each other.” He whispers back. “soulmates, remember?”

And suddenly your heart sinks. This company forced this to happen, didn’t it? This company forced your friendship on him now this? This company—

“Would it be crazy to say I’m falling in love with you?” Taehyung asks quietly. He hears you suck in a sharp breath and he starts to panic. You don’t know what to say.

“Taehyung.” You whisper his name so fucking softly that he closes his eyes in understanding.

“I’ll wait until you’re ready.” He says, pulling you closer into his chest. “Let’s just enjoy our time together, okay? I’m sure we will be out of here soon and then we have the challenges of the real world. So for now, let’s enjoy our little bubble.”

You still don’t know to respond…your heart is still feeling heavy but somehow his ideas sound good.

“Okay.” You yawn out, agreeing with him. You snuggle closer to his chest, inhaling him. You feel your body grow so tired, sleep trying to make its way with you. You feel Taehyung drawing circles on the skin of your back with his fingers and it soothes you beyond belief.

“Y/n?” Taehyung whispers your name but you’re silent. You’ve fallen asleep.

“Fuck.” He says with gritted teeth, “I really am falling in love with you.”

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[Storyline: 13 years past Endgame, you are Tony Starks 17 year old daughter and attending High school. Since your dad died, you had to attend all of the annual father-daughter dances with Happy and people keep on bullying because of that. All you want is meeting your real dad. (Morgan does not exist, you were born around the time she was born)]

You sat on your window sledge, looking outside. Everyone in your backyard was dressed in black. Avengers, former Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents and a few people you didn´t even knew. Same thing as every year on your fathers death day. Your mum looks up towards your window. You had never really spent your dad´s death day outside and you weren´t going to start it now. You didn´t get why your mum wanted to celebrate this day every year anyway. You would´ve been happy with just a small dinner with only your family, instead your mum was hosting a party. You were so sick of people celebrating. Sometimes you felt like people were actually happy your dad died. You weren´t though. You wanted him to still be in your life.

You wanted to be like everyone else in high school. Even though you know it wasn´t true, everyone always seemed to have the perfect life with the perfect family in their perfect little world. And you just existed next to all of that. Hardly talking to anyone, just concentrated on school all the time. You were smart, but due to the experience of loosing your dad and the bullying that started all the way back in primary school, you had a lot of trouble staying focussed on your work. Which caused people to make even more fun of you. Famous daughter of genius Tony Stark isn´t even good in school. She would never live up to what Tony did. She would never be as smart, as talented, that´s just how it is. Her dad would just be embarrassed if he could see her, that was what everyone was saying.

And even though they didn´t knew what they were talking about, you felt like they were right. You created some stuff, but they could never live up to what your dad did. You wanted to be a hero like him, but you just couldn´t. The suit you build wasn´t as good as Iron Man. To be honest, Iron Man is a tough thing to live up to anyway. And you could never.

So, you were sure, this wasn´t a day, you should be celebrating. People should just stay to themselves instead of celebrating that Tony Stark isn´t here anymore.

You heard a small knock on your door.

“Come in,” you said, not even looking at your door.

“You should be downstairs. Not in here on your own,” you heard a familiar voice.

“I´m not celebrating the fact, that I don´t have a dad, Peter.”

Peter Parker, your longest friend, former babysitter and possibly the only person who gets you, walked into the room, closes the door behind him and sat down on the window sledge on the other side. You took a good look at him. He looked stressed, but if you were honest, there was hardly a day any more he didn´t. He was 29, had two kids and had just gone through a divorce. The whole situation left it´s marks, obviously. And during all of the, he still tried to keep being Spider-Man. But he´s been distracted. You can´t quite recall how often you heard on the new, that Spider-Man has been injured. It was really often though. You were actually scared you´d be loosing him as well sooner or later.

“You know, this is our way of showing him, how much we miss him.”

“Well, Peter, and this is mine.”

Peter stayed quite. And so did you. You didn´t knew how to feel, you felt sort of lost. It wasn´t because of Peter, it was probably just the day.

“You ever feel like you can´t live up to dad?,” you suddenly ask.

“I do. Sometimes I just feel like I´m supposed to be another Iron Man. But I can´t. I´ll never be him.”

“Feels horrible, doesn´t it? I feel like I´m always supposed to be like dad, but I can´t. I´m nothing like him.”

“What are you talking about? You´ve created an amazing suit, you are smart, you´ve been working in your dad´s lab so often by now, creating stuff. You are so much like him!”

“I´m stupid, I don´t even know if I can pass my SATs.”

“Being smart isn´t defined by your grades! I´ve seen you tinkering, creating that suit and talking to FRIDAY in a really smart way I wouldn´t even be able to talk to someone in. And I bet, you could do so much more, if you just believed in yourself a little more”

“I just miss him so much. I want him here, telling me all that kind of stuff, I´m sorry, Peter.”

You started crying. Peter tried to get closer to hug you, but you move away.

After a while of silently sitting in your room, you stopped crying again. You actually came up with an idea, though you weren´t sure, whether Peter would be alright with it.

“I want to see him. Not just the pictures all around the world, I want to meet him in person.”

“I know, Y/N, but you can´t.”

“Oh, but I can!”

Peter looked at you in confusion. He didn´t knew what to say or what you were actually talking about.

“You can´t. You´d have to travel back in time and that´s not possible.”

“I can though! You don´t have to pretend to not know anything, uncle Scott told me about the Time Heist and I´ve done some research. And FRIDAY has still got the data about the project saved. I can figure out a way to make the time machine work again. And I even know where the time machine is! I just never knew when the right time was. But now I know, it has to happen today, this is the right time.”

Peter stayed silent, thinking about what you just said.

“Are you in?,” you asked.

“I don´t know, Y/N, that sounds quite dangerous. You must´ve seen Back To The Future or similar time travel movies. Changing the slightest bit about the past can change the whole future.”

“That´s movies, Peter, time travel does not work that way! It´s safe, I promise!”

“If I die, that´s on you!”

“Awesome, let´s go!,” you exclaimed, jumping up from your seat.

“Right now?,” Peter asked, but instead of answering, you just nodded your head.

After you looked at your dad´s calculations about the recreation of Pym Particles, which were essential for a time travel through the quantum realm, you got into one of the cars down stairs. Your dad left you and your mum a few cars actually. You told Peter to get into he seat next to you. You were able to drive. Peter would probably say you weren´t really good at it, he was terrified he might die before even reaching the compound, but somehow, you got there alive.

When you arrived at the compound, you checked your phone. You were sure your mum must´ve texted you, there was no way, she didn´t see you leaving. And your were right.

Honey, where are you going?

- MUM

You thought about a good answer for a second.

Just need to get out, you

know I can´t stand dad´s

death day celebrations.

I took Peter with me by

the way. We´re at the

Compound, that´s all

- Y/N

You put your phone away again. Smiling at Peter. Then you entered the building. You were actually glad everyone was at your place right now, so no one would ever know, what you did. Peter followed you to the basement. You walked into the laboratory, looking if dad probably hid Pym Particles somewhere. You were really lucky, you had found just enough for the two of you to travel back in time and come back. But you had to create new ones after, it was for sure that at least Bruce knew about the Pym Particles and would know what happened, when he realized they were gone. But for now, that didn´t matter. You took all four of them and walked down to a locked room.

“Well, I guess this is over then, we can´t get in there, Doctor Banner must´ve locked it,” Peter said, already turning around.

“Scared, aren´t we?,” you joked, before pulling out a key.

“Locked doors have never been an issue, you out of all the people should´ve known that, Peter!”

He turned back to you rolling his eyes. You could tell he didn´t want to do this, but he had no choice but to join in or stay in the room and wait for you. Because you were going and he knew there was no way around it.

Peter followed you into the small room. Only GPS to activate the suit and the machine itself was in that room.

“I told you, I know where it is,” you said, smiling at your companion.

“Suit up, we´ve got a big journey ahead!,” you add before typing something into the GPS.

You hand it to Peter and he looks at it in slight confusion.

“You should know how dad´s nano tech works. Put it around your hand and tighten it! Then just press the button. I´ve set the timer already.”

Peter did as told and so did you. The suit materializes around both your bodies within seconds. Then you hand two of the vile with the Pym Particles to Peter.

“There is a compartment in your suit. Just put the viles in.”

Again Peter just followed your instructions.

Suddenly, Peter stopped, looking at you: “Y/N, I really don´t know if this is actually a good idea to be honest.”

“You can either join me or let me go on my own, I´m meeting my dad today!”

With that, you step to the remote pad, putting in some stuff, before stepping onto the machine. The machine powers up.

You look at Peter: “Are you coming or not?”

Peter struggles for a second, but then he steps onto the machine: “Let´s do this!”

Travelling through time was probably the worst thing you´ve ever felt. Your surroundings were crushing you, everything was spinning and you really felt like throwing up. And landing gracefully was the other thing that wasn´t really the way you expected it to be. You fell over as soon as your feet touched the ground. But at least Peter wasn´t really doing better.

“Where are we? I can´t see anything,” Peter asked.

You looked around. Itwas night time, but you knew the place. You were exactly were you wanted to be. Everything worked out the way you wanted it to work out.

“In the forest by the cabin. I remember this day vividly. It´s just shortly before dad goes on the time heist to save everyone. During the day, dad was playing hero with me outside, but then some of the Avengers came over talking to him about something. The time heist actually, but I didn´t knew that back then. At night time, he started figuring stuff out. I couldn´t really sleep, so we were downstairs in his workshop eating ice cream before I went to bed. I should be in bed by this time, but dad is still awake. This is like the only day with him I can remember this well. So come on, let´s meet my dad!”

Peter nodded. There was no going back any more anyway. The two of you walked over to the cabin. Only one light was still on, near the garage. You went over to the flowerpot where a spare key was hidden in and unlock the door.

“Looked doors are actually never a issue around you,” Peter laughed quietly, trying not to wake someone up.

“Told you so!”

The two of you entered the house and walked into your dad´s workshop. You had a weird feeling in your stomach before entering the workshop and you felt tears in your eyes. You hesitate. You were about to meet your dad, but at the same time you were scared. What if he hated the way you turned out to be? You couldn´t even blame him for doing so, he would be right.

“Are you alright?,” Peter whispered.

You nodded and took a deep breath. Then you opened a door. A man with grey hair jumped at the squeaking noise the door made and looked at the two of you. Shook was written all over his face in capital letters. He did have tears in his eyes. And so did you. Your dad was standing there, right in front of you and alive.

“Peter? This can´t be! You´re dead, you disintegrated in my arms, this can´t be!,” he exclaimed.

His voice. You haven´t heard it in ages only on record, but it sounded so familiar, like he´s always been there.

“I´m here. But not really. It´s complicated, Mister Stark,” Peter tried to explain.

Before he could continue, your dad had come over and pulled him into a hug. It hurt you a little, that he behaved like Peter was his son, but didn´t recognized you, but obviously, he couldn´t. The version of you that was upstairs asleep was 4 years old. And you did change a lot over the years.

“And who is this beautiful young lady? You look familiar,” your dad then said towards you.

“I- Dad,” you just managed to say.

He looked at you for a second before he recognized you. He starts crying and starts hugging you.

“Y/N? Look at you! You´ve grown so much and you´re so pretty! You look so much like your mum!”

Now you join in on his crying. You clinged to him and never wanted to let him go again. So for a couple of minutes you just stood there and cried.

“So, time travel does actually work? Lang has not gone insane?,” your dad asked.

You nodded: “Yes, dad, yes, it works! And you will save the planet, everyone is back, Thanos is gone.”

“So why are you here then? It sound´s pretty good!”

“Well-,” you stop.

How to tell your own dad that you wanted to see him, because he died saving the planet. That you missed him. You started crying a little bit again.

“I-,” your dad stopped and looked at you for a second.

“I didn´t make it, right? I died,” he then finished.

You nodded and your dad started hugging you again.

“I´m so sorry,” he said quietly.

You took a step back: “It´s not your fault.”

Your dad looked towards Peter: “There is some ice cream in the kitchen, if you wanted some. I´m just gonna go outside with Y/N, I really want to talk to her in private.”

Peter nodded and left the room while you and your dad left the workshop through a door straight to the outside. Your dad walked with you towards the lake and then slightly into the forest til he reached a tree that fell over into the water. You knew this place better than anything, it´s always been your favourite place. You always used to come here when you didn´t feel well or just needed a time-out.

“This is one of my favourite places. I always imagined that one day, we´d sit here, talking about your first invention, planning things, looking online for the most beautiful prom dress or talking about your first boyfriend. We could´ve build Iron Man suits together and maybe even a suit for you and I could´ve taught you everything I knew. And for sure that two of us would´ve skipped a lot of dinners to get Cheeseburgers,” your dad imagined.

You tried your best not start crying again: “This is actually my favourite spot as well. I always come here if I need to calm down and to think about things.”

“Which probably rarely even happens. You´re for sure top of your class and people like you and you´ve got a lot of friends, don´t you?”

“Actually not. It´s just all so complicated. I got bullied since I started school. Everyone had basically their perfect little family. Girls went to father daughter dances with their dads, had their dads at school to introduce their job and got picked up by them. I went to father daughter dances with happy, mum always told about the company at school and I always had one of the Avengers picking me up and people just hated me for all of that and wouldn´t talk to me.”

You really wanted to cry again, but you couldn´t.

“I´m so sorry, I never wanted this to happen to you! But most families are dysfunctional, but who can say that the Avengers are their family. Even if it´s hard, I´d say you´re pretty lucky. Your mother is amazing and so are the Avengers. Even Steve though we fought a lot.”

“Steve isn´t with us any more. After your death, he travelled back in time to bring back the stones. He decided to stay with Peggy, he didn´t came back. In the end, he was dying because of his age. I think he had a really good life though.”

“So he did, what I told him to. Actually, I´m glad to hear that.”

“The thing is just I always felt out of place. My grades slipped and by now everyone is just telling me how embarrassed you would be, if you could see me now and how lucky I am that you can´t. They keep calling me a disgrace for the Stark family.”

“You´re everything but that! Just look at you! I couldn´t be any prouder! Life doesn´t depend on grades or likes and I love you just the way you are!”

You started crying a little bit again.

“Dad, I´m proud of you too. You saved everyone. You are the hero who ended up saving the world. And you died saving it.”

“I´d do everything to make the world safe for my daughter!”

“You didn´t just do it for me, did you? It was for him too,” you said, looking towards the house.

Your dad nodded: “Peter is like a son to me.”

“He has always been like a brother to me. He always tried to be there for me.”

“I want to make the world safer too, dad, to be honest. I´ve been trying to build a suit, but I feel like everyone is expecting me to live up to you.”

“You can´t, honey. No one can. And I don´t want you. The world doesn´t need another Tony Stark. Now what the world needs is a Y/N Stark. And I know you´ll be doing just amazing! And honestly, I would´ve loved to build a suit together with you! Tony and Y/N Stark! The perfect team I´d imagine.”

You smiled a little: “Actually, I´ve got my suit here right now.”

Your dad look at you and you double tapped your watch. The suit started building up around you.

“Nano Tech, I love it!,” your dad exclaimed.

“I guess I learned from the best!”

You and your dad discussed your suit for a little time and he gave you a lot of good advise you wanted to use to make your suit even better.

“I can see it right in front of me: Y/N Stark, the best hero the world has ever seen!”

“You know, mum is gonna kill me, if I started being a hero.”

Your dad nodded.

“Dad, I think Peter and I should head back. It was so good meeting you though. Dad, I love you so much,” you said a little bit sad and got up.

“I love you 3000!,” your dad answered.

“Yeah dad, I love you 3000!”

Silently the two of you walked back to the house. Peter was already sitting outside waiting for you.

“Ready to go?,” he asked.

You shook your head: “To be honest, not really, but I know we can´t stay, so yes, I am ready I think.”

Your dad hugged Peter first: “Promise me, you keep on taking good care of my daughter!”

Peter nodded in response: “Always, Mister Stark!”

Then your dad hugged you. You started crying again, you didn´t want to say goodbye. But you had no choice, even though, this was going to be really hard.

“You´ll be alright! I´m so proud of you and I´ll be watching you from beyond, always keeping you safe,” he said.

“I love you 3000, Dad!,” you said again before letting go of him.

Peter took you hand. Together you pushed the button on your GPS, having the time travel suits building up around you again. You wave one last time, before travelling back to the future.

Again, you had problems landing on your feet and landed on the floor instead. You were still crying and Peter started hugging you until you stopped. Since no time passed, you suggested you´d go back to the cabin. You were suddenly in the mood joining the celebrations of your dad´s death day. He so deserved to be praised and celebrated, he was an amazing person.

“I´m glad we did that, Peter. I feel so much better now!”

At night time, after everyone left, you and your mum were sitting in the living room next to the fire. You have been talking all evening about your dad and you were really happy about it.

“What caused this sudden change of mind?,” your mum asked after a while.

You didn´t have to think about what you wanted to answer: “I had a vision. I´ve seen dad. And I´ve seen what an amazing man he is. I realized that he´s worth celebrating!”

“I´m proud of you, honey!”

“Thank you mum. I love you!

“I love you two!”

In the past, Tony stood outside the cabin, still waving at his daughter that was gone now. Just when he wanted to go back inside, Pepper stepped out of the cabin.

“Are you alright? I felt like I heard you talking!,” she said.

Tony smiled: “You must´ve dreamed. Or maybe, I could´ve been talking to myself, I´ve been trying to figure this out!”

“Did you figured it out then?”

Tony nodded: “I did. And I´m going to help the Avengers. I just had a vision. About our daughter being grown up already. I made the decision, I´m gonna be a hero for one last time. I want to make the world safe for her.”

“What do you mean by one last time?,” Pepper asked in a bit of shock.

“I dont want to continue this! For the family. We´ll be a proper family when all of this is over,” he said before kissing his wife.

He wouldn´t tell her, that that wasn´t the truth. But after seeing his daughter, he knew, that he left the world with someone really special. He would never regret saving it.

[thecozywhaleshark]

Finders Keepers

Word Count: 1806

Warnings: SMUT. Semi-public indecency. Unprotected sex (condoms are boring in smut but please be safe my beans). Swearing. Fingering. 

Summary: One last chance to be reckless... will you take it?

The heavy bass pounds through your head as you think about all the ways this boy is bad for you.

How you had sworn him off, said never again-

And yet you had still followed him to the back alley with a simple smirk and quirk of his fingers, a signal that could still make you bite your lip and press your thighs together - no matter how many times you've done it before.

Against your better judgement you find yourself heading towards that neon exit sign, turning the handle, and stepping out into the cool night air, turning your head to peer through the darkness.

"I wasn't sure you would come," a low voice murmurs to your left, and you turn to see Kihyun leaning against the wall, the light from the street lamps flickering over his pastel pink hair.

"It was against my better judgement," you answer, stepping over to him, not resisting when he pulls you closer to him by your waist.

"Is that so?" he croons, sweeping your hair off the side of your neck and pressing a kiss to the dip of your shoulder.

You close your eyes and tilt your neck for him, offering him more.

"Mhm," you hum, sliding your hands up his chest and towards his hair. "For some reason, everyone keeps telling me that you're bad for me."

"I really am," he states, tracing his mouth softly up your neck and over the edge of your jaw. "You should listen to your friends."

"I tried," you laugh dryly, and he pulls away from you, looking into your eyes.

"And yet you still came?" His eyes are searching yours, confused and wanting answers.

"I can't seem to stay away from you," you shrug, playing with some of his hair between your fingers.

He laughs. "You just like sex."

Pulling his mouth down to yours, you nip his lip with a smirk. "Or maybe, I just like being desired."

"Everyone desires you," he murmurs, resuming his task of pressing kisses to your jaw.

You laugh. "That is a lie."

"It is not," he growls, nipping at your jaw and you squeal. "Everyone was oogling your ass on the dance floor..."

"Ooo, I bet you didn't like that, did you." You smirk, reaching for the buttons on his shirt and beginning to undo them one by one.

"Damn straight," he huffs, slipping his hands over your shirt up and giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

"Well, maybe they do desire me," you whisper, tilting his face away from your neck to look you in the eyes once more. "But I," you step an inch closer and tug gently at the back of his head. "Only want you."

His eyes flash and his mouth is on yours, kissing hard and desperately as his hands wander up your back and hold you tightly against him.

"Kih-" you moan against his mouth and he spins you around so you're the one up against the wall, working a thigh between your legs.

"I've got you baby, don't worry." he murmurs, sliding his hand under your dress and slipping his fingers under the straps of your thong. "I've got you."

He begins to edge them slowly off your hips, pulling his mouth away from yours with a smirk and lowers himself to his knees to lift your feet off the ground, helping you step out of them, one foot at a time.

Folding your panties in a neat little square, Kihyun smirks up at you as he begins to press kisses up your leg, slipping them into his back pocket. "Finders keepers," he whispers, dragging his fingers over the outside of your thigh.

You shiver at his touch and grab his shirt, trying to tug him back up to you, but he nips the tender inside of your thigh, making you whimper.

"Don't you want to feel good baby? You came outside for me babe, you're in my hands now."

You whimper as he lifts one of your legs to his shoulder and continues making his way up the inside of your thigh, licking and nipping as he goes.

He's so close to where you need him, his breath hot on your core, but before he has the chance to do anything, the exit door bangs open next to you and you yelp. Kihyun quickly lowers your leg and stands up, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him.

"Let's go somewhere a little more, private," he whispers in your ear as he leads you out the back alley, not even turning around to see who had interrupted them. "I was stupid to expose you in public," he shakes his head and hails a taxi, opening up the door for you.

"Maybe I like it when you expose me in public," you smirk, trailing your fingers across his shoulders the he slides in next to you.

His eyes flash dangerously in warning as he clears his throat to give the taxi driver instructions to his place.

As the taxi drives you to his place, you can't help but slide your hand over Kihyun's thigh, inching higher. He stops your hand when he realizes your game, holding it tight and moving it to rest on his knee.

"Patience," he whispers in your ear, biting the lobe tenderly and making you whimper.

The taxi arrives at his place not 20 minutes later, but to you, it has felt like an eternity. You step out of the cab while Kihyun pays, hurrying as fast as you can in your heels to his door.

You're almost there when you feel Kihyun's arms spin you around, pressing you to the door. "Thought you would wait for me," he mumbles, pulling out his keys and sliding them in the lock while slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"Since when do I wait for you?" you snark back, sliding your fingers into his hair as he turns the door handle. "I'm a grown ass woman, I don't need a man."  

Kihyun chuckles darkly and backs you through the doorway, kicking it shut and slamming you against it immediately.

"Maybe not," he whispers, "But you do appreciate a fine dick."

Your laugh is cut short as he yanks down the top of your strapless dress and sucks your nipple in to his mouth, earning him a loud groan.

"Kihyun,"  you gasp, rolling your head against the back of the door. "More."

He smiles against your chest and pushes your dress up over your hips, pooling the fabric at your waist. Brushing his knuckles against your inner thighs, he cups your mound and moans when you immediately start bucking into his hand.

"Aw, baby, I've barely touched you," he groans, sliding his fingers against your slick.

Reaching for his jeans, you quickly undo his buckle and push them down, running your fingers over his hard on and flicking your thumb over the tip making him hiss.

"You've made me wait too long already," you whimper, using your other hand to pull him closer to you. "Hurry up."

He huffs out a breath but obliges, turning you around quickly and kicking your legs open more to give him room. He slides into you in one go and you groan, letting your head fall back and bracing your hands against the door as he finds his grip on your waist.

"This is going to have to be quick," he groans, snapping his hips into yours and making you cry out. Pulling you flush against him with one hand on your breast and the other finding its way to put a possessive claim in your neck, he begins thrusting into you hard and fast, letting your head roll onto his shoulder as he takes you.

"Kihyun," you whimper, crying out and placing a hand back on the door as he begins to hit you harder, his other hand sliding down your stomach to rub your sensitive nub. "Hurry. Hurry hurry hurry."

"I've got you, don't worry, I've got you," he pants, letting go of your neck to wrap his arm around your waist and get a better grip.

You can feel yourself climbing that hill, almost dizzy with the urge to release and you cry out his name again, moving your hips in tangent with his own to get more friction.

"Kihyun, baby, I'm gonna-" you pant and he begins to rub your clit harder, pushing punishingly back into you.

"Go for it," he groans, biting your shoulder as his hips begin to stutter.

You come around him with a cry of his name and it doesn't take him long to follow, breathing hard as he comes inside you.

You stay there for awhile, pressed against the door and trembling, until Kihyun slowly peels his skin away from yours and shimmies your bunched up dress over your hips and onto the floor.

Kicking it to the side, you turn around and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest as he strokes your back.

"So, what was this about everyone telling you I'm bad for you?" Kihyun's voice rumbles against your ear.

You laugh, snuggling in tighter before straightening and unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way. He shrugs out of it and wraps it around your shoulders, reaching for your hand and leading you towards the stairs.

"That's what they said when we first started dating." You shrug, following him up.

Kihyun pouts. "I'm not that bad."

"We literally had a fuck and run for six months before you got up the courage to ask me out."

"I was shy."

You short. "You gave everyone I know a heart attack."

Switching on the lights to the bathroom, Kihyun turns on the shower before walking back to you and wrapping his arms loosely around your waist.

"I bet I gave them another one when I proposed."

You laugh and twine your hands around his neck. "Probably."

Nuzzling your neck, he slips his shirt off your shoulders and opens the glass shower door for you. "After you,"

Smiling, you step into the warm stream and are joined a minute later by Kihyun.

You're in the middle of washing up when a timer goes off on Kihyun's phone and you look up at him, smiling. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," you chastise, and he rolls his eyes, pouring the floral body wash over your chest.

"I'll take the risk," he murmurs, backing you against the wall as his hands begin to roam. "We have 12 hours, and then you can't run away."

You scoff. "I would never run away."

"Oh really?" he quirks an eyebrow at you. "Why's that?"

Smiling, you pull him back to you and hook a leg around his waist. "Finders keepers."

[taetaesource]

Getting a divorce with Wonho

Previous series: Getting a divorce with Changkyun. I might start doing one for each member? 

You met Wonho at a hotel. He was on Monsta X world tour concert while you were on a business trip. You met him at the hotel’s gym. 

It was past midnight and there was nobody else at the gym. Wonho was figuring the machine out as everything was in English and he did not quite understand. 

You entered the gym and he briefly turned around and gave you a small smile, and quickly went back to understanding the buttons on the threadmill. 

There was only 2 threadmills in the gym so you had no choice but to get next to him. 

You got started almost immediately and started your jog, while Wonho was busy typing the words on the machine into his phone to translate what it means. He got visibly frustrated and started making small “tsk” noises. 

You noticed that he has been pressing the different buttons for the timer instead and told him that he has to press start first and select the speed before setting the time. 

When he stared blankly at you, you laughed a little and went over to press the start button. When the machine was activated, Wonho let out an “ahhhhh”. 

You then told him to get off the threadmill and wave at him to come down. You pressed the speed button to show him that the threadmill moves accordingly. Then press the button to show him the timer. 

He laughed and scratched the back of his head, “i am so stupid.” He said in English, word by word. 

“No, you are not. It’s just not in a language that you know,” you laughed at how cute his laughter was. 

“Thank you,” Wonho said with a smile before he proceed to get on the threadmill. 

“You’re welcome,” you said and continued your workout too. 

“So where are you from?” You asked as it started getting boring and awkward with just the both of you running side by side and facing the window in the same direction. 

“I’m from Korea.” 

“Oh jeongmal-yo?”

“Oh you are Korean too?” Wonho spoke in korean and showed that he was surprised. 

“No, I’m not. I just learnt a bit of Korean in school.” 

That’s how you and Wonho started knowing each other and because of the nature of your jobs, the both of you had a long distance relationship. But it didn’t bother that much as both of your jobs required you two to frequently fly around so there were times when you both will get to meet each other somewhere in another country, or you in Korea, or he in your country. 

Wonho was a family person. He was ready to slow down his career as Monsta X and settle down if you would like to. But you had always been a career person. You liked your job and what you were doing, and you were not ready to give it up. Especially when you knew that not everyone has the privilege of loving their jobs or doing what they love. 

You did not want Wonho to give up his career for you too. You have always told him that the both of you should work hard for each other and you can eventually get married when the time comes. There was no hurry and no need for rushed sacrifices. 

Wonho was really happy when you told him that you were given the chance to relocate to an overseas office. You chose Korea for obvious reasons as you thought that this was a good opportunity to settle down with Wonho. 

Moving to Korea was a good and bad thing. Good because you finally could stop the long distance relationship but bad because Wonho was so clingy (in a cute way). He practically moved in with you with the amount of time he spent staying over at your apartment and hanging out with you during the both of your free time.

It was also good because the end of long distance also meant that you could have more sex with Wonho. During the short meetups you two had when you happened to be in the same country while he was having his concert, you two would go at each other with much deprivation and hunger. The sex were often fast, rough and passionate, with him trying to cum inside you as quick as possible and you trying to get him to fill you up with his thick cock as much as possible. But living with him would mean that you had all the time to try as much positions and to get as much as you want out of each other. 

With the amount of time you spent with each other and the amount of sex, it is no surprised that you eventually got pregnant before even any discussions of marriage with Wonho. 

When you found out that you were pregnant, you had mixed feelings. Part of you were really happy to have Wonho’s baby but part of you also felt that this was not the right time. 

Wonho was out of the world happy when you told him that you were pregnant. You thought that he would be confused or at least asked if you were sure because you were on birth control, there should be no reason to fall pregnant. 

He got down to proposing to you in the next few days and planned out the entire wedding in less than one month. He saw through everything and you were impressed as you haven’t heard of men being hands-on or actively involved in the planning of the wedding. In fact, you told him that maybe you two should settle with just the registration of marriage and paperwork and skip on the wedding and announcements since it’s not very nice to wear a wedding gown and show up with a tummy. 

Wonho also told Starship that he would quit the group and focus on doing the backend production of music instead. But Starship did not want him to leave the group. They compromised and promised to make arrangements to his work schedule to ensure that his personal life and the new baby that was coming will not be affected. Starship also promised to blocked off media reporting about it as you were not someone from the industry and Wonho wanted to prevent you from being exposed in the media. 

You haven’t stopped working since you became pregnant. Though you had stopped reporting to the office due to Wonho's nagging, you would work from home on your laptop and answer phone calls here and there. Your pregnancy was fairly easy except the last few months where your belly was too big for you to be moving around much. You also had a lot of time on hand to the point that you were getting bored. And that clearly did not make Wonho very happy.

He would nag at you often, telling you to stop stressing the baby out or rest a little more. He knew you didn't like having people nagging at you so he would control himself but he has also done a few rounds of serious talk with you mainly because he was concerned that you might have a premature baby or risks of losing the baby.

You gave birth to a baby girl which Wonho adored. He was so happy that he cried upon seeing the baby. He even wrote a song because of her. The Monsta X members were all teasing him, saying that the baby girl must be Wonho's lover in his past life which was why her name is Sarang.

After giving birth, you took a month off to stay at home. Wonho's mother and brother came by very often to help out because you did not have any family in korea and you were a first time mum. Wonho would also take on the entire job of caregiving - feeding the baby, changing her diapers and bathing her. Even in the middle of the night, he would get up without complaining when the baby cried.

You told Wonho many times not to rush to the baby immediately to carry her whenever she cries because it will end up spoiling her. But Wonho would laugh it off and say, "it's okay, i will do it."

Even Wonho's mum told him that he was making the baby fussy. She would cry for attention often and would not stop until someone picked her up, making her a difficult baby to look after.

Because you had support for childcare, you went back to work. Wonho was not comfortable with that idea. He was washing the dishes one night while you were working on your laptop at the dining table. 

“Yeobo..” he called while nervously wiping his hands on his shorts and taking a seat opposite you. 

“Mmhmm?” you replied without looking up. 

When Wonho did not respond, you looked up and saw that he was nervously looking down and rubbing his fists together. You knew he had something to say, so you closed your laptop and asked softly, “what’s the matter?” 

“I’m just thinking.. why don’t you quit your job and focus on taking care of Sarang? I mean i have enough savings and my income is reasonable, i can provide for you and Sarang, you don’t have to worry about that.” 

You never worried about finances because you know the income they have earned as Monsta X was definitely enough to keep them going for a long time. “Is it because your mother said something? She doesn’t want to help with taking care of Sarang anymore?” 

“No no, she is very happy to be taking care of her. It’s her granddaughter after all...” 

“Then what’s the issue now?” 

“I just think isnt it better for babies to be taken care of by their own mothers? And Sarang is so young, she needs her mother.” 

“I’m not leaving now... unless you are telling me to leave?” 

“No! Why would i do that?” Wonho laughed. He felt ridiculous to even be bringing this up. 

“Then why?” you laughed at his flustered face. 

“I don’t know, I just thought it will be better for mothers to be by the side of their babies.” 

“There are so many working mums now, and they leave their babies at infant care or with a babysitter. And we are doing none of that. Your mother, our family is taking care of her. Also, Sarang is growing well and healthy now, so i really don’t see why we need to change our current arrangements.” 

Wonho knew he could not out-talk you. And he knew that you were right. The stylists noonas and staff at Starship, some of them had babies too and they would leave their babies at infant care before coming to work, and pick their babies up after work. So he kept his thoughts to himself and laughed it off, “yeah, as long as Sarang is growing well and healthy, that’s all that matters.” 

“She will be fine,” you smiled and took Wonho’s hands and kissed them to reassure him. 

The next day, Wonho did not have schedule so he was at home. After his mum put Sarang down for afternoon nap, he took the chance to talk to her. 

“Eomma, what do you think about Sarang’s mother taking care of Sarang herself?” 

“Why? Did she say something about me taking care of Sarang?” 

“No no! She is grateful that you are helping us out so that she could focus on her work....” 

“So what’s your problem?” 

Wonho was getting flustered but he realised that this was his mum and he could not hide anything from her. She could see through him. 

“I just thought she should take care of Sarang and stop working. It’s not like we need the money. She shouldn’t be prioritizing her work especially since she is a mum now.” 

“Tsk tsk tsk, what kind of old-fashioned thinking is that? So many women out there are working mums and you say this kind of things.” 

Wonho knew that his insecurities were unfounded and ridiculous but he couldn’t help it when you seemed to prioritize your work over Sarang. 

“If you had wanted a wife who will just stay at home and look after your baby, maybe you shouldn’t have married her in the first place.” 

“Eomma! How can you say that?” 

“It’s true. It’s not like she has changed overnight. She was like this since before she met you. You should have knew that.” 

Wonho knew that his mum was right. You were a workaholic since before he started dating you. He also knew that you loved your job. But Wonho loved his job in Monsta X too, but he was willing to give it all up for Sarang, so he did not understand why you couldn’t. But he also knew that there was no reason for you to give up on your career when someone was helping to take care of Sarang. 

No matter how Wonho tried to justify, watching you work at home upset him. 

“Can you at least drop all your work the moment you reach home? Let home be home.” 

“Just this email ok?” you were frantically typing away on your laptop. But the email always ended up taking more than two hours to be done with. 

Wonho’s resentment seemed to build up and manifested into building barriers. He seemed resigned to the fact that you were glued to your work and would find comfort in playing and taking care of Sarang himself. 

When you spend time with Sarang, he would be busy doing other things or sitting by the side watching, and telling you not to pat Sarang’s back so many times or that you shouldn’t be talking so loudly, because it could hurt Sarang. 

He seemed to be very protective over Sarang and often showing that he knew her habits and what she liked or did not liked better than you. 

It was getting on your nerves so you confronted him, but it always ended with no conclusion as Wonho refused to be honest about what he thinks or feels. 

The real dilemma kicked in when your boss asked if you were willing to start flying around again. 

You spoke to Wonho about it and he seemed to be affected, yet he did not say anything. He said it’s up to you, and he won’t be able to stop you if you really wanted to go anyway. “But if you really care about Sarang, I don’t think you should be spending so much time at work or outside of the house.” 

At first, you went for short trips but not for anything longer than 2 days. You would video call Wonho at night to talk to him and Sarang. You still missed them and realised that after becoming a mum, the nights spent during business trips felt empty and lonely. 

The trips became more frequent, further and longer. That’s when Wonho started getting concerned. Work has made you tired, and the lack of support when you’re home was getting to you. 

“You should know me better than anyone else! You were an idol, you know what overseas schedule is like, you should know what it’s like working for your passion! So how can you be the one blaming me and not understanding me now?” you often argue with him. 

“That was the past. We are parents now, we are Sarang’s mum and dad. Is there anything more important now?” 

“Why can’t I have both? Why are you always forcing me to pick one?” 

“Because it’s impossible to have everything you want, that’s life isn’t it? Not especially when both your job and your daughter require so much of your time and effort, and there’s only 24 hours a day, and only one of you!” 

You haven’t failed any of your duties as a mother, so you felt wronged and unfair. You fed Sarang, you spent all your free time with her, you played with her, you watched her giggle, you carried her when she cried, changed her diapers and talked to her, so you don’t know where Wonho was coming from. 

Wonho spoke to Shownu about his concerns one day when Shownu entered his studio and saw Wonho looking really down and stressed out. 

“Honestly, I don’t know what’s wrong with me either. I know that there are many women out there who are working very hard while taking care of their kids as well. But i don’t know why, the sight of her working even at home, and going on business trips so frequently, made me feel that she doesn’t care about our family at all.” 

“You are right, many women are working mums now. It’s a norm. And it’s normal for you to feel that she doesn’t care about family as much as she cares about her job. I mean many women are working mums, but work stops at 6pm for them. They are still full-time mums. Have you tried setting some house rules with her? Like telling her no working at least during the time she’s at home.” 

“We did, but it wouldn’t work. She would always say it’s urgent, or just one call but the call takes two hours.” 

“Maybe it’s also the nature of her job. Maybe you should try switching the roles up a little. So she assumes the traditional “dad” role while you can be the mum.” 

“Are you kidding now?” Wonho laughed. 

“hahaha i’m just trying to say, you are having a hard time because you have an ideal. Your ideal of what a family should be, what your wife should be, what the mother of your kids should be. She is not behaving up to your ideals or expectations, so you are stressed out and upset.”

“Does this mean that we are not compatible?” 

“That’s for you to tell me isn’t it?” Shownu placed his hand on Wonho’s shoulder before getting up and taking his leave. 

That night when Wonho arrived home, he saw you on the sofa talking on the phone with your co-worker. His heart dropped. 

He went to have a look at Sarang and when he came out, you told him that you have something to talk to him about. 

“I have an offer from my boss... to move to China office...” 

Wonho was affected by the news but he was no longer shocked or surprised. He just nodded. 

“I’m thinking it will be a good chance... and the good thing is I have discussed with my boss and he is okay to relocate my entire family over so you and Sa-” 

“I don’t want to move,” Wonho interrupted. Wonho was not the rash and impulsive sort and he has never interrupted anybody’s conversations. He always allowed the other party to finish what they had to say. 

“You can go if you want. But me and Sarang, we are not going anywhere.” Wonho swallowed hard. 

“But-”

“I won’t stop you from doing what you want, and I won’t force you to give up on your dreams. So don’t stop mine too.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I just want to have a simple and happy family. I want to be able to give Sarang the best and watch her grow up happily and healthily with parents who love her and place her first.”

“Are you trying to say that I don’t love Sarang? How could you? She is my baby, I gave birth to her, she will always be-” 

“But your job is also number 1, isn’t it? I don’t want to force you to choose between the two. But if anything bad happens, I don’t even know if you would choose our daughter.” 

“Lee Hoseok. So this is what you think of me this whole time.” 

“I don’t know what else to think.” 

“I’m just -” you could not even continue because you were too angry and speechless. How could Wonho not understand you at all. 

“I just want to let you know that you are free to choose and do whatever you want. But don’t force me and Sarang to accommodate to your career plans. We will be here, but if you don’t want to stay, don’t make us leave with you.” 

“So if I won’t be back for the next 1 year, 5 years, 10 years, you wouldn’t care? You would let me be separated with my daughter??” 

“You can choose to stay and not go. Like I said, we will always be here.” 

“Lee Hoseok, you-” you swallowed and hesitated for awhile before finally saying it, “and what if I choose to go.” 

“Like I said, you are free to choose and do whatever you want to do. I won’t stop you. But if that’s what you choose.... then we can only get a divorce. And Sarang... I will have her custody.” 

Wonho said it as if he has thought through and practised his lines. You were so upset that he even thought about divorcing you. 

“You know that the custody of children will usually go to the mother right?” 

“I know. I’m trying to say that I will take it... Even if it means going to court, I will be the one taking care of her. I won’t give up on her, not my baby.” 

[scaryscarecrows]

Who Protects the Protector?

Cherry can smell a rookie a mile away. Their sense of self-importance, of, ‘I’ll be the one to bring law and order to Gotham!’ is practically a cheap cologne.

This one is no exception. And he’s not local, she can tell. It’s the swagger. Newbies put it on to try and seem bigger, not worth the trouble of an attempted mugging. (They’re always worth the trouble of an attempted mugging. Every damn time.)

She and Mia are standing on the corner, debating on whether or not to go for Korean or Greek. Korean’s closer, but they had that last time. And then their quiet conversation is interrupted by this asshole with his aviators sticking out of his pocket and his hat painstakingly adjusted to look cocky-but-not-too-cocky. No playful flirting, then. He’ll take it seriously and haul them to the station, like a dick.

“Officer.”

“Ladies.” He glances at her boobs. They’re nice boobs. It took her twenty minutes to get them into position earlier. “I’m looking for someone.”

“Uh-huh.” She gives him that special judgmental look she reserves for dummies, just so he doesn’t go thinking he can manhandle the merch without paying. “Watcha want, hon.”

He looks a little taken aback, but he recovers fast enough and says, all gung-ho, “The Red Hood.”

One, either his superiors hate him or he’s just that stupid. Two, fuck this guy. Red got himself stabbed last week chasing after a serial killer that’s been running wild for a month. He got the guy, but still.

“Why?” She twists over and he steps back juuuust fast enough to look nervous. He should be. The girls working the other side of town carry tasers. Painful, but not as painful as the switchblades they carry down here. You won’t lose treasured pieces of anatomy to a taser. “Are you going to send reliable officers to patrol down here after you arrest him?”

“I—”

They never do. They don’t come for hostage situations, homicides, none of it. Batman does, sometimes, but half the time he’s busy with the Freak of the Week. He’s not around, not really. Red’s always here, if you look hard enough, if you really need him.

If you scream loud enough, he’ll come.

“You’re just pissy that someone had to take over your damn job,” she snaps. “And that you and your buddies ain’t gettin’ to skim a little off the top anymore.”

“Look, lady, he’s wanted in connection to several murders—”

“So was the guy in two-fourteen Palm Plaza.” She points at the apartment building in question. “People called and called and called about that one, sugar-lamb, and nobody came. Tell him, Mia.”

“Yeah, officer.” Mia bats her lashes at him, but she may as well be trying to kill the guy with her eyes. “He was gonna cut me up in his bathtub, ‘til he got yanked out the window.”

“That’s not—”

“I would have been number four.”

“I’m only asking nicely one more time—”

“Number. Four.” There’s an awkward silence. “Not that you care.”

“I--”

“Go fuck yourself,” Cherry says, grabbing Mia’s elbow in one hand and preparing to draw her switchblade with the other. “We don’t know shit, ‘cept for that the boys in blue don’t give a rat’s ass about coming down here. And if you harass me again, I’ll be making a report.”

“This isn’t harassment, lady, but it’s about to be—”

That’s it. That is it.

She drops Mia’s elbow, turns around, and invades the guy’s space boobs-first. He steps back and ends up with his back against the crosswalk button.

“Red’s done more for us in eight months than you jackasses have managed in decades,” she snarls. “And now that you can stick a toe out of your car without being chopped up and sent back to the station in a box, you want to haul him in and take all the credit. Lemme tell you something, kid, I’ve had to pay for the privilege of keeping my teeth with my body until very recently. Filing a report won’t get me anything, and we both know it. So get back in your car, drive away, and don’t come back.”

He stutters and reddens and for a minute, she thinks he might hit her. But he doesn’t, just squeezes out from between her and the button, and walks away. She turns back to Mia once she’s sure he’s gone and says, “Greek?”

* * *

Abdoul prides himself on his poker face. He’s lived here his whole life, and it’s a valuable life skill.

He’s faced down mobsters before. He knows the type. They come rolling into his coffee shop like they own the place, terrorizing the other customers and making a mess. But these ones are looking for the man currently bleeding out on the floor behind the counter.

Abdoul’s not even sure Red’s conscious. He’d staggered in under his own power, blood leaking through his fingers, and they’d run to help him back here. And then he’d gone down with a low groan and hadn’t moved again, even when Lina pressed a handful of kitchen towels against the wound near his hip. Not two minutes later, these monkeys had stormed the place, screamed for everybody to stay where they were, and started demanding information.

“I’m tellin’ ya, old man, he came in here.”

“I’m sorry. I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

The police aren’t coming. The panic button under the counter has been here for years, and it hasn’t worked yet. The shotgun under the counter, on the other hand, works just fine. And if these idiots don’t turn around and walk away, he’s going to pull it out.

“Listen, old-timer—”

It takes everything he’s got not to look down when Lina tugs at a towel that’s caught under his shoe. He does shift his weight though, just a bit. Enough for her to pull it free.

“Get out of my establishment.” He narrows his eyes at the gun pointed at him. “You are mistaken. If you lost an injured man, that’s on you for being too slow and too stupid to keep up. Try the roof, he might have gone up there.”

“There’s no blood, boss,” one of them, nearer to the door, whispers. Damn straight. One of his regulars, Dexter Murphy, a nurse practitioner, had accidentally knocked over the mop bucket Lina had been using when the men had started shouting. Any blood on the tile has long been hit with the small flood of soapy water.

The leader moves his head side to side, like a hunting dog, and finally sighs.

“If I find out you were lyin’ to me, I’ll be back.”

“Maybe you’ll buy something next time.”

The man snarls but stalks out, barking orders to the others. Once they’re gone, Abdoul sighs and crouches down to see what he can do. Red, as it turns out, is conscious; his head lolls towards them and he says, voice weak despite the modulator his helmet must have, “C’n I get whatever th’ pastry of th’ day is?”

“Red,” Abdoul says gently, “you come back in here when you’re not bleeding, and you can have whatever you want.”

“Lemme see.” Dexter’s suddenly there, too, batting Lina’s hands away. “Okay, Red…yeah, that’s not really that bad, man, just stay still for me, okay? Okay…”

* * *

Whoever this new guy is, he’s good.

And by good, Alex means they’re fucked. Okay, so she maybe should have waited for backup before climbing in the window. There was a little boy up there, man, she had to try and get him. So that’s on her. But it takes skill to catch a Bat, and smarts to keep one from breaking out and ruining your life.

But this guy, whoever he is, has done it. Her hands are cuffed (her own cuffs!), the little boy is literally like seven, and the Red Hood is…

He’s…

They’ve been calling this guy the Butterfly Collector. And right now, he’s living up to his name; Hood’s been attached the floor courtesy of what looks like a giant railroad spike through his torso. Probably custom, like the others have been. He’s still alive, still conscious, even, but every too-deep breath makes him whimper and he’s clearly trying desperately not to move so much as an inch.

“Hey.” The helmet turns carefully towards her. “You. Okay?”

She said it when she came here and she says it now; vigilantes are a special sort of stupid. She makes her way to him anyway, wishes the bastard would have at least cuffed her hands in front of her, and says, “Yeah. Backup’ll be here soon.”

“Mm. F’you s-s-s-seeeeeee.” He gulps hard like he’s swallowing something. Blood, maybe. “A chance ta get Tommy outta here. Go.”

“You got it.”

“C’mere, kiddo.” The kid-Tommy-moves closer. He looks terrified and blotchy and puffy, like he’s been crying. She can’t blame him. He gets as close to Hood as he probably dares, though, and tilts his head. “This’s. Officer Clemmens.”

“Alex,” she supplies. The little boy glances at her but doesn’t say anything.

“She’s gonna get you outta here, ‘kay?” Maybe. Hopefully. “T-Tommy’s. Mute. S-s-so—”

“Okay, Hood. Maybe shut up now, okay?”

“Mm…”

The door opens and she’s on her feet, shepherding Tommy as far away from the Butterfly Collector as possible. The man doesn’t even look at them. He’s looking at Hood, who’s still trying to regulate his breathing and to stay still.

“How long does it take you to die?” He stalks forward and drops down, hands pressing Hood’s shoulders down until he yelps. “You’ve been—”

It may not be fighting fair, but neither is cuffing a girl’s hands behind her back, and Mama didn’t raise no weak bitch. Alex takes her shot and brings her foot up between the bastard’s legs, straight into his balls. The noise he makes would be funny…okay, yeah, it’s kinda funny. Petty vengeance and all.

It’s not funny when he gets up, still sort of hunched over. She kicks him again, this time in the stomach, and he staggers a few feet away.

“Get the hell out of here, asshole.”

He pulls a gun-her gun, that dick-and this is it, this is how she dies-

-where’d he go.

Seriously, where’d he go.

Tommy pulls on her pants and when she turns around, she recognizes the sign he makes. Every cop knows that sign, just like every cop knows pretty much every translation of the word it’s for.

Batman.

About time.

She shrieks when he’s suddenly behind her, unlocking the cuffs before teleporting to Hood’s side. There’s sirens a few blocks away.

Wait. They don’t get along, do they.

“I’ll kick you, too, if you try anything,” she warns. The Bat doesn’t even pretend to care. Hood makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“Th-thought you’d. ‘Rest me.”

Just for that, she’s tempted.

“Shut up and don’t die, Hood.”

He doesn’t answer. She ushers Tommy away so he can’t see what Batman’s doing to him. And by the time backup arrives, they’re both gone. How? Who knows. But she worries, a little teeny tiny bit, that Hood’s dead. He doesn’t appear after that for a good month and a half.

Maybe it’s bad, but when a serial rapist turns up tied to a stoplight, intestines looped around the pole, she feels a little relief. Not a lot, because damn that’s brutal and really, really illegal, but a bit.

It’s Gotham, after all.

THE END

[tweakerwolf]

Ren Endings 17 + 24 + 26

Some of the Sweater!Ren endings. There are 6 that basically go down the same path here with various dialogue branches leading to the specific endings. So I clumped these three together as “easier” and then the other three as “harder” but still able to get via the same main path.

House:

You wake up in a strange house and almost immediately someone comes over to check on you. It’s Ren, from the bar... he tells you that you’ve been asleep for hours. Ask “Where am I?” to try and get your bearings and he tells you that you’re at S-his house... hmmm. Ren offers to make you something to eat since you’ve been out for a few hours now... but you’re eager to get home so say “I really should be leaving...” but he insists that you can at lease stay for for food. He even drops a hint that it’s been awhile since he’s had anyone to cook for but then cuts himself off and hurries into the kitchen. Looks like you’re staying for food.... you shift in the chair and hear a clinking noise and you notice that there is a chain coming out of the wall and it’s connected to your ankle. At the same time you finally realize that there is something around your neck too! Apparently you yelled out in surprise at the discovery because you realize that Ren’s stopped making noises in the kitchen. You pry at the thing on your neck, trying to find a way to get it off while Ren comes back to check on you. He asks what’s wrong, ask him “What the hell is this thing on my neck!?” He replies that it’s a hand-me-down- a gift! Now you’re starting to realize just what kind of situation you’re in, don’t push the point! Tell him “Uhh... Thank you?” to keep the situation calm. It seems to work, he says that you’re welcome. He pauses though, mentioning that it’s been awhile and he’s not sure if it works... works?? Ren pulls out a remote and presses a button on it, sending an electrical shock through your body (mini screen shakes). It still works!

Ren is satisfied with that though and runs back into the kitchen to check on the food. You take the time to think your way through the situation... you’re chained to a wall and you have a shock collar around your neck. Escape doesn’t seem easy, better not rush into it until you have a plan. Ren surprises you by suddenly appearing back in the room- you didn’t even hear him coming. He’s got dinner for you! He realizes that he forgot a fork for you, ha, that would make it hard to eat! Before he walks off call out “Can I... also have a knife?” Ren looks confused because why in the world would he give you a knife? You explain that it would be hard to eat the steak with just a fork. Surprisingly Ren concedes and gets you a fork as well. You take a bite and it’s amazing but, you’re still captive and you might as well make a move -attack him-! You draw him a little closer by talking about your potatoes and then lash out at him (instant broken heart) but he dodges! He’s pissed and he comments that you’re lucky he has more patience than ‘he’ did... Um, who? You get shocked again and your dinner falls to the floor as you quake. Ren comments that you’re going hungry and cleans up the mess. When he comes back he comments that it’s time to get you settled in, maybe once you have time to adjust it’ll be okay. He takes your shackle off but reminds you about the collar! Don’t do anything stupid, -let the timer run out- instead and Ren takes you to your room. It simple but there aren’t bars on the window or chains to lock you up, that’s nice. Ren makes the comment about sprucing the room up in the future and what? But hold that in, instead commenting that “it’s... nice” and he lights up (heart makes it back to black lol). Then he leaves so you can get some rest.

Look around the room a bit but realize that there’s no way out and no tools in the room that can help save you. Like Ren would really be that stupid... but you had hope. Sit on the bed and try to think about the situation... eventually lie back and fall asleep, it’s been a long day. When you wake up again, it doesn’t take you long to recall just where you are and what is happening. Quickly head over to the door and open it- it isn’t locked?! The house is quiet too... -Call for Ren- and get no reply. Well, if he’s not home and the door isn’t locked, it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick peek around the house! -Explore the house- and head into the living room. You notice that you have a few options... try the basement first. -Open the door under the stairs-, maybe you’ll find something interesting down there! As you make your way to the door you realize that the door is weird, something about the handle... and the door is heavy too, one side of it is metal. Um... You stare down into the dark basement and something about it makes you nervous. There’s more to this house than you realize, and you’ve got to -go down- because if you back away now.... who knows when you’ll get the chance to explore again. Go down the creaky steps and turn on the lights... the basement is very different from the rest of the house, it’s dirty and just feels... occupied, where the rest of the house feels un-lived-in. You can’t help but notice the stains... Bad things happened down here... And of course there is a freezer along the wall. -Open it- since you’ve already come this far. You cry out when you see what’s inside, a frozen, mauled body!! You stumble backwards and let the door fall closed. Ren is a psycho!! You scramble back up the stairs and before you can start looking for a way out, you hear a door open- Ren’s back! 

You rush back upstairs and into your room, unsure if you’re allowed to be exploring or not. You try to listen to what’s happening, Ren is talking to someone but you can’t be sure just what is happening... Suddenly he calls out for you, saying he has a surprise. He wants you to check behind a door to see the surprise. Oh no.... you have a feeling that this surprise might be like the one you just found in the basement... The room is dark and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust but eventually you see someone- Lawrence, taped to a chair. Ren explains that Lawrence was originally going to be in your place but then you were there and messed everything up. So instead, you get to be Ren’s special friend and Law is going to be the sacrificial lamb... Ren wants to share a very special experience with you, he pulls out a knife and hands it to you. You are to hurt him, make him bleed. Uhh...  Before you can think about anything, Ren pulls the remote back out and warns you against attacking him again! Right...  won’t be making that mistake again. It’s better to just do what he says at this point, you don’t really trust the look on his face. -Cut Lawrence- and at least -make it quick-, that’s the least you could do for him. You press the knife against his neck and slash, looking him right in the eye (CG of Law with a slashed throat and blood all down his front). You drop the knife as Law dies, eventually stilling. Ren is by your side- he knew the two of you would get along! You drop to the floor, you’ve murdered someone. You hear Ren assure that he is as well (purple heart), he understands you. He gently leads you to the living room and you pass out on the couch.

Eventually you wake up and you’re okay for a moment but then everything comes flooding back to you. Ren appears, looking about the same as you feel (Sweater!Ren)... You two just stand there for a moment before Ren finally speaks. He thought killing would be easy, he’d never actually... killed someone like that. HA, that’s a lie!! “What about that guy in the basement?” Ren, huh?. Ren looks shocked at your knowledge and you confess that you went down there while he was gone. Ren looks away and tells you that he didn’t kill him. He died by himself! That doesn’t quite sit right with you, that didn’t look like some heart attack victim! Call Ren out on his lie- “He couldn’t have done that to himself.” The Fox-boy huffs in frustration saying that it was a mistake, Strade brought someone home, someone to hurt, and... they stabbed him. Right in the neck. But that still doesn’t explain the full story...

Ending 24:

Ask Ren about the gaping wound- “But his chest...” Ren looks at you with scary eyes (quite the disturbing look, I like it), telling you that he was already dead (yellow heart)!! You lean away from him as he continues. Ren wanted a part of Strade, after all the things that he did, Ren deserved a piece of him, an important piece! He just wanted a part of him to take with him, and Strade was still warm and... well, he cut him open. Pft, he was dead, not like he’d be in pain or anything. Ren cut out ‘the piece’ and ate it. Your eyes widen at the admission... ate what??? Ren snaps at you, he isn’t Human- he ate his heart, like an animal (well, beast-kin but close). You stumble backwards, scared... Ren sees right through you, he knows that you think he’s disgusting and terrible. You try to deny it but he shocks you, not wanting to hear anything else from you. Ren pounces on top of you and tears into your flesh. He’s so fast that you don’t even have time to scream, just wheeze as he rips into your tender body. (CG of Ren ripping away pieces of flesh and chewing on you) Died- Ren ate your heart.

Ask for clarification, “He... hurt people?” and Ren explains about how Strade believed that hurting people was the only way to really get to know them. So he hurt people, like Ren wanted you to hurt Lawrence. You recall all the stains in the basement... they make sense now. How many died down there??

Ending 17:

-Say nothing- because, what is there to say. It all makes sense now. Ren was a prisoner of Strade and was taught that pain = love, that pain is needed to connect and bond with someone. Strade made a mistake and got killed so Ren felt lost.... and he tried to replicate what he had, with you... Ren fills the silence as you piece together the story- he’s getting all worked up about the past when he has no reason to. He has you now, he can forget about Strade and you don’t have to worry about a thing. You won’t get to leave Ren because Ren won’t let you die. He’ll take care of you forever. Survived- Ren won’t let you die.

OR

Ending 26:

Wow, what a fucked up guy, no wonder Ren is as messed up as he is. Say what you’re thinking before you have time to stop yourself, “Sounds like he was a psychopath.” Ren bristles and defends Strade’s ideals- weak people die and strong people live! Quickly apologize, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way” it’s just... surprising, that’s all. Tell him it’s all in the past anyways. You reach out and pet Ren’s hair, which he accepts, and you assure him that you’re here for him. You like it here! Ren is surprised. Yea, you like it here and you like Ren despite the fact that he kept you in a collar. You promise to take care of him and he returns the sentiment. Survived- You’ll take care of each other

[deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts]

Little Holmes Part 2 - Moriarty x reader

AN: Highly requested by many of you lovelies. I will probably be writing one more part after this one. It’s a little messy but I hope you still enjoy it!

Previous chapters: Part 1

Overall Summary: Moriarty teases Sherlock because he slept with you. Sherlock’s little sister. 

In this chapter: Sherlock confronts you on Moriarty which erupts a flood of memories to how it got to this moment.

Word count: 1,736

Warnings: None really, some hints of smut

“Honestly (Y/n), out of every single person on this entire planet you had to go for him! The man who tried to blow me and your brother up! The one who want us dead!” John threw his arms up in the air as he paced in front of you. You stared blankly at the wall behind him, you knew something like this would happen if they ever found out about your love life. 

“Technically, he only wants Sherlock dead.” You corrected him. 

Sherlock seemed like he was too busy examining an apple to deal with you at the moment. 

You knew he was anxious about this situation but he was also curious and confused and trying to hide the fact that he wanted to throw you out of his flat for getting involved with his work after numerous warnings for you to never get involved ever again after the kidnapping. 

Sherlock also couldn’t believe that he didn't realise what was going on sooner. He’s been too caught up in everything else to notice you had a new boyfriend and said boyfriend happened to be the world’s most powerful criminal mastermind and archenemy of his. 

“How and when did this even happen?!” John rose his voice, still pacing. 

“It started with the day that he took her. Surely, even you could figure that one out, John.” Sherlock finally spoke up. 

Flashback

You tried to open your eyes but your eye lids were heavy and your vision blurred. You blinked a couple times, trying to figure out where you were. 

“Good. You’re awake. It was starting to feel like you’d never wake up and how boring would that be?” You heard an irish voice, you couldn’t move your arms or upper body as you tried to look for the figure the voice belonged to. 

“I wouldn't move quickly if I were you.” The voice tutted, it was closer now. They must had been walking towards you. 

You managed to keep your head held up now, your vision focusing to show you were in a small barren room, tied to a chair. 

“Speaking of boring. Is this a kidnapping?” You asked flatly, it was an obvious answer and your kidnapper seemed to think it was amusing. 

“This is pretty mundane for my usual taste. However, it got your brother’s attention, didn’t it? Which was the aim of these stupid little games after all.” Moriarty swaggered around the empty room, tapping away on his phone.

“You're Moriarty.” You realised that the man was in fact the person that has been playing with Sherlock all day. He’s had to figure out small cases in order to save random citizens from being blown up. 

“Bingo!” Moriarty spun around on his heels and pointed at you. 

You observed the man carefully. He wore a well tailored suit and his handsome accent suited his looks. 

“Don’t try deducing me. Honestly you people are so predictable.” Moriarty scrunched his nose, warning you as he noticed your wandering eyes. 

“So I’m the final part of this game? Send Sherlock on a wild goose hunt to find me. Send him threatening photos of me sitting on top of bombs. Don’t think I didn't notice the explosives hidden under this extremely uncomfortable chair. You know you went through a lot of trouble to try and meet my brother. You could just walk into 221B, Mrs Hudson always has the kettle on. Why go through the fuss?” You cocked your eyebrow at the man. 

“I get bored.” Moriarty rolled his head towards you as he stood to the side of your chair. 

“I can tell.” You scoffed, laughing quietly. Moriarty stared at you for a moment. 

“You know normal people would be begging for lives right about now. Screaming, crying, asking ‘why are you doing this?’ especially as that timer goes down. But not you. No, you would much rather believe that you’re going to be found before the pleading stage comes.” Moriarty stopped in front of you, tucking his phone into his pocket. 

“Have you forgotten who I’m related to?” You asked, smiling a challenge, 

“How could I? Little Holmes.” Moriarty smirked, 

End of flashback 

Sherlock didn't find you for another two hours. You were left in a room with no one but Jim Moriarty for two hours. How could you not be intrigued by a person like him? You remember him disappearing as soon as Sherlock turned up. You weren’t hurt or scared, you just wanted to the bomb beneath you to stop ticking. 

Moriarty said the reason why he took you was because you were Sherlock’s weakness. He wanted to use you as a threat to scare Sherlock; to let him know just what Moriarty could do. That was the day Sherlock invited Moriarty to the pool. The day that changed everything for both of you. 

“Very good, big brother. I’m actually surprised it took you this long to figure anything out at all. It didn't take Mycroft long at all.” You finally confronted him. 

“Mycroft knew about this?” Sherlock momentarily took his eyes off the red fruit. 

“He figured it out a month after the first time I met Moriarty, the time after the bomb anyway.” You told Sherlock. 

Flashback

“Now, dear sister of mine, any news you’d like to tell me?” Mycroft asked as he poured you a cup of tea. 

“No. Why?” You asked, taking the tea cup from him. 

“Do you really want me to pretend that I’m Sherlock and tell you all the small deductions I made? Should I also add the fact that I do have surveillance on both, you and Sherlock?” Mycroft sat down in front of you, raising his eyebrows as he sipped his tea. 

“Not really but you could enlighten me on what you think you know?” You sat back in your seat, pressing the cup back onto it’s saucer. 

“I know that you are seeing Jim Moriarty. The man who thought he’d try and blow up our dear brother. Honestly (Y/n), I knew you liked to be rebellious sometimes but isn't dating our brothers archenemy a little much?” Moriarty asked. You scoffed at Mycroft’s reaction to all this. 

“Why are you so calm with all this?” You respond without actually responding to the question asked. 

“I learnt a long time alone, little sister, that I, nor can anyone else, control you so why waste energy on this?” Mycroft admitted. 

“And if he hurts me? If I get in trouble? If I die? Then what?” You asked. 

End of flashback

“And what about sleeping with him?! When did that start?!” John asked, even more furious than ever.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 

“Couple months ago.” You told the boys. John grimaced in disgust while Sherlock simply closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. 

Flashback

“You know, seeing you’re brother nemesis behind his back isn't exactly a good thing.”

“Who said I wanted to be good?” 

“See, you are getting way more interesting the more I visit you. You're not afraid to leave the side of the angels. But you’re brother’s going to find out one way or another.” Moriarty came close, brushing the back of his fingers against your bare arm. You involuntarily exhaled a shaky breath.

“Please. You want him to know that I constantly see you.” You watched Moriarty back off, 

“You're not wrong there. Although constantly is a bit of an overstatement. I haven't even slept round yet.” Moriarty sniffs, acting bored as he picked up a family photo you had on your mantle. 

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. It was no lie that you were attracted to the man and it was no lie you had thought about him during some lust filled intimate occasions. 

Moriarty peered over his shoulder, licking his lower lip as his eyes dragged up from your feet to your face. 

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, remaining silent, folding your arms across your chest.

“Okay, I’ll stay. No need to beg.” Moriarty rolled his eyes. A small smirk following.

Little did you know, you would beg. 

End of Flashback

“You know I’m glad you came over after Moriarty left because to be honest from the way you’re acting John I’d think you’d tried to kill him just like Sherlock tried.” You were stood up now. You had been arguing with John about this. After all you were a grown woman responsible for your own decisions, what’s it to him who you’re sleeping with?

Fifteen minutes earlier

“You stay away from my sister if you want to continue breathing. She’s not apart of the game.” Sherlock threatened Moriarty in a low voice. 

“Everyone’s apart of the game, Sherlock.” Moriarty smiled, licking his lower lip as his eyes flickered over to you. 

“Not her.”

Suddenly a red dot appeared on your brother’s face. Morality smirked as it danced across Sherlock’s forehead. 

“Haven’t we done this before?” Moriarty laughed. Sherlock loosened his grip on Moriarty and let him free. “Unfortunately, Sherlock, I have to go. You know, business and all but I’ll be seeing you very soon I expect.” Moriarty backed towards the door. He turned to you and blew you a kiss. 

“See you at home, sweetheart.” He said to purposely wind up Sherlock. 

Present

“You're not going anywhere.” Sherlock stands blocking you from the door.

“Is that right?” You push past your older brother and run down the stairs to the front door. 

John tries to chase after you but Sherlock just stares, his thoughts torturing him. 

How could he have been such an idiot? 

You head home, unlocking the door and dumping your keys in the bowl. 

“Honey, I’m home.” Moriarty calls from the kitchen. 

“Jim, I am so sorry about...” You race into the kitchen to see him there with his top buttons undone, his jacket and tie off and his hands buried in his trousers front pockets. 

Moriarty glances up at you from staring down at his shoes. 

“I know.” Moriarty sang, “But I also know that you know that I don't care. Sherlock knows now and that doesn't matter. What matters is what’s going to happen next.” Moriarty strolls towards you, placing one of his arms around your waist, pressing your body against his.

“And what’s going to happen next?” You whisper, 

“The end of the world.” Moriarty smirks, before pressing his lips against yours.

Part 3 

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[thekrazykeke]

Run, Devil, Run

Fandom(s): DCEU, Suicide Squad

Summary: Things done in the dark eventually come to the light.

Warning(s): Familial disputes. Implied, ambiguous relationships. Toxic behavior. Violence. Smut. 

Tagging: @ask-harleen @meaningful-kisses-are-deadly @metal-mouth-breather

Now, this weird thing is a sum of everything going on in the fandom’s world right now...for the most part. K pretty much stays clear of trouble and is sort of the unofficial, official ‘good girl’ that occasionally hangs around villains to get inspiration for her books when she’s in a rut. 

This will have a second part.

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Humming to herself, shoes and a bottle of that expensive liquor from Selina’s bar in her hand, K dug through her purse for her house keys. Or so she tried, but then she squinted, looking more carefully at the door, and noticed that it was already open. Alarm bells ringing through her head, she knew it was better to just walk away, maybe stay in a hotel for a few days, but against better judgement, just like those silly twits in movies, she pressed a hand against the flat surface, easing the door open wider, gripping the bottle in her other hand as she tip toed inside.

“And just like that, you’re dead.” The entire apartment was shrouded in darkness, but there was no mistaking the figure of a lean male seated comfortably on a couch. He had a gun pointed straight at her but she didn’t even blink. Flicking on a light switch and the room was illuminated.

“Put that thing away.” Tossing the masquerade mask onto a counter, she shook her head as the gun didn’t lower. “I said, put it away.”

Snorting with contempt and amusement, the copper skinned man lowered the gun, flicking the safety back on. “I’ve….always hated that you never took me seriously.”

“I take you very seriously, Robbie. But you ain’t hard enough to shoot your big sister in cold blood and you’ve got a hiccup about shooting people from their blind spot, which is also stupid by the way.” Placing the bottle in the fridge, carelessly, she tossed the shoes on the carpeted floor. “When did you get out?”

“January.”

“And, what, nobody called me? Told me? I would have been there–” Displeased, she huffed and began pacing.

He cut it off before she could go on an endless rant. “I asked them not to. You’ve got a new life here in Gotham, clean slate. No ties to us, the past or your family, just your books and your dreams. That’s what you always wanted, sis.”

“Then what…? What are you doin’ here now?” Suspicious, she looked at him. Took in the way his hazel eyes couldn’t meet hers. Crossing her arms, K sternly, “Robert Kenshawn, what have you done now?”

“I need your help on a job. It’s a big one. Gonna have me set for life.” Shaking her head, she looked at the ceiling, as if asking for patience. “Please, sis. Nobody in the family as good with computers like you. I just need–”

“Stop talking. I told all of y’all that I was done with that. Done! You’re not getting me involved again.” Jabbing her finger at the door, she gestured for him to get up. “You got to go. Get gone. Now.”

He hit the dining room table, anger causing his body to tremble. “I kept your secret! I went to prison and you’re going to listen to me! Help. Me. Now!” Again and again, Robert struck the table.

“Stop damaging my property!”

“NO!”

“Fine! I’m calling the psych ward on your crazy ass!” Tearing across the room, she was about to pick up the cordless phone when he ripped the plug out of the phone jack. “You fucking nut! Get out of my apartment!” Chucking the phone at his face.

Robert smacked the thrown projectile onto the floor, grabbing her by the arm, shaking the appendage harshly and K retaliated by slamming the palm of her hand into his face multiple times. He shoved her, hard. Windmilling her arms, she tried to keep her balance but fell and hit her head on the table. “DON’T CALL ME A PSYCHO. YOU ARE THE CRAZY ONE HERE. YOU ARE YOU ARE YOU ARE YOU ARE YOU ARE!” Head aching, she sat up and gingerly prodded her fingers where it hurt the most, only to come away with blood splattered fingertips. “I’ma beat your ass.”

“Now, sis, I didn’t mean...” Contrite, Robert lowered his voice and his shoulders hunched. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

“I don’t need you to do a goddamn thing for me but get the fuck out of my apartment.” Still he lingered so she snatched the glass ash tray, flinging it in his direction. “LEAVE, MOTHAFUCKA, GO!” Only when the sound of her front door being slammed shut echoed throughout the empty apartment, signifying that she was alone, did K begin to chuckle, softly at first but quickly getting louder and more hysteric, tapering off into sobs that she tried to stifle. 

Eventually she got up from her fallen position, shimmying out of that ridiculous dress, sluggishly walking into her bedroom and falling onto the mattress, only clad in bra and panties. The last thought K had before passing out was that maybe if she died, she’d finally get some peace. The next time she woke up, her head was still pounding in a slow, steady thrum, her face felt sore from crying and her whole body just ached. Stumbling out of bed, Keke walked into the attached bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and retrieving some Tylenol. 

Shaking two of the white tablets into her golden brown palm before tossing them into her mouth, she ran some water from the bathroom’s faucet, leaning down, she slurped at the cool water greedily, swallowing the medicine. Using a fist, she scrubbed the sleep from her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror. 

“It’s going to be a good day today. You are going to be productive and write.”

Pep talk concluded, she turned off the tap. Drying her hands with a towel before hanging it back up on the rack to dry. Walking out of the bathroom, she returned to the bedroom, opening the door of her closet, grabbing some new underwear and comfortable clothes to lounge around in, once she had those items, she went back into the bathroom and went about her normal hygienic routine. 

Hours passed on her laptop, listening to music on her Spotify account and just letting the words flow. The events of yesterday didn’t even cross her mind. Like most things she just didn’t want to deal with, she wrote it off as unimportant and went about her life as if it didn’t matter. The sound of her stomach gurgling caused K to remove her headphones and she grabbed her cellphone off the charger, dialing the number of the local Chinese restaurant that delivered to the apartment complex. As she listened to the busy signal, nibbling on her fingernail, impatient, the sound of her doorbell being insistently rang irritated her. Pressing the ‘DECLINE’ button, she hung up and tossed the cellular device onto the bed, walking out to the living room. 

The person was knocking now. 

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’! Je...” Swinging the door open, K’s irritated expression became blank with shock as she stared at the sharply dressed individual nonchalantly standing in her door frame. “What the hell are you doin’ here, Carver?” Raising a finger to silence him before he could speak, K shook her head. “On second thought, I don’t give a damn why you’re here. Nothing good can come of it. You need to leave.”

“That’s cold, girl.” Cheekily, he smiled. “But then again, I love it when you got an attitude.”

Giving him an ‘Are you fucking serious?’ look, K said, “Did you not hear me? I said you need to go.” Then she tried to shut her door but he stuck his foot inside, placing his hand against the flat surface, keeping it open. “Get off my door.”

“Not until you listen to what I have to say.” He was stubborn.

“Listen, mothaf--”

“Do you really want all these boujie neighbors in your business? Hmm, no?” Carver smiled, devious and having little trouble with slowly, steadily opening the door wider. “Then let me in. Right now.” 

Abruptly letting the door go, she got a little thrill with how he nearly tripped and face planted into her front door. “You got three minutes. Make it count.”

Carver quietly but firmly closed the front door, locking it. “Putting me on a timer? Classic, K.” 

“Starting now. Two minutes and fifty seconds left. If what you say does not interest me, I call the police, maybe get you charged with breaking and entering, hell, I’m feeling daring, let’s try to tack harassment on there too.” Crossing her arms across her chest, K stared him down.

Understanding that she wasn’t joking, Carver began to speak. “Rob told me that he tried to talk to you, get you interested in our latest job but you...What’s so funny?”

“I just find the definition of ‘talk’ for the both of you is so twisted and misconstrued, that’s all.” Far too amused, K let out a derisive snort. “I’ll save you the trouble of saying a long, drawn out speech. My answer’s ‘No’. It will always be ‘No’. I have no interest in getting involved in anything illegal.”

“You stand here like you’re so much better than me, than us, when the truth is that your hands are just as dirty as ours.” Carver gave her a once over and shook his head. Strangely enough, K almost felt inferior before his gaze. “Last I checked, before you got too good for ‘anything illegal’, you were clearing out jewelry and liquor stores with your older brothers and sisters, then y’all moved up to small businesses and banks. I mean, damn. You, you guys were good at what you did.”

“Okay, Carver. Shut up, you’ve made your point.” 

“Did I? Did I make my point, K?” He was on a roll now and wasn’t keen on stopping. “Yes, the way Rob handled you was wrong and disrespectful, but you know how he gets when you work him up like that. He did half a decade in prison, for a crime you committed. That has got to leave the guy more fucked up in the head than he was before he went in there.”

“Stop talking.” 

“The cops have wrote it off as an accident with the electrical wiring of the Taylor residence but the truth of it is, there wasn’t any accident, was there, hmm, K? Just you and your itty bitty feelings getting hurt...”

“Carver, I’m warning you...” Breath picking up, K tried to keep a lid on her temper. The lights and electric appliances flickered on and off ominously. 

“...Because you couldn’t handle the thought of being the ‘mistress’ to Michael anymore and totally lost your chill. His poor daughter and wife didn’t even stand a chance in hell of escaping before you fried them.” Carver finished his words, relishing them. 

K let out a wordless, infuriated scream. 

All the power in the room, no, in the entire building went out. Then in a shower of glass and molten metal, several light bulbs burst, electric sockets buzzed and ultimately fried themselves. Both hands sparking with white-blue wisps of heat, brown eyes almost golden with power, she looked like a goddess made flesh.

Still, Carver did not kneel.

No. He picked up the nearest chair and chucked it full force at her, giving on the slightest wince as it hit her. All that power winked out of her body as she fell to the ground like a puppet with it’s strings cut.

“And you called Rob a ‘fucking nut’? You really need to look in the mirror, honey.” He spoke aloud, glancing down at her unconscious body. Grabbing her underneath her armpits, he hauled her up in a fireman’s carry, bringing her over to the couch and sitting her down. “The things I do for you and you’re still so ungrateful. But that’s okay. I’ll let it slide...” Carver leaned down, tenderly kissing her lips. 

“You’re mine and I’m with your batshit crazy ass for the long haul, babe.”

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FIVE YEARS GONE by Marie Force

 Prologue

 Ava

 We met in a bar, of all places, a dingy hole-in-the-wall favored by military members from the nearby Navy base in San Diego. I went with a friend from school who was interested in one of the military guys. Before that night, I’d never been there, and I’ve never been back. John was celebrating the promotion of one of his buddies. He crashed into me as I left the ladies’ room and kept me from falling by grabbing my arms to steady me.

 Just like in the movies, our eyes met, and my spine tingled with the kind of instantaneous awareness I’d only read about but never experienced personally.

 “I’m so sorry,” he said, gorgeous and fierce in his fatigues.

 I noticed gold on his collar, a hint of late-day scruff on his jaw and the name WEST in bold black letters on his chest. Intense electric-blue eyes made it impossible for me to look away, even when I was safely back on my feet.

 “Are you all right?” he asked.

 Realizing I’d been staring at him, I blinked and reluctantly broke the connection. “I… Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for the save.”

 And then he smiled, and the tingling began anew.

 “I’m John.”

 I shook his outstretched hand. “Ava.”

 Keeping his hold on my hand, he tipped his head. “You come here often?”

 “Never,” I said, laughing. “I’m a first-timer.”

 “What do you think so far?”

 “I wasn’t impressed until about thirty seconds ago.”

 As if he had all the time in the world to give me, he leaned against the wall. “Is that right? What happened thirty seconds ago?”

 I thought about taking back my hand but didn’t. “I was saved from certain disaster by a man in uniform.”

 “The guy in the uniform is the reason you needed saving in the first place, because he wasn’t watching where he was going. Least he can do is buy you a drink.”

 “I wouldn’t say no to that.” I was proud of my witty responses and got the feeling he could more than hold his own in the wittiness department. Across the crowded room, I noticed my friend talking to the guy she’d come to see, and her brows lifted in interest when she saw me with John. He guided me to the bar, placing a proprietary hand on my lower back, and told one of the guys to give me his stool.

 “Yes, sir.” The younger man bowed gallantly to me as he took his beer and moved along.

 “Do people always do what you say?”

 “If they know what’s good for them.” His teasing grin kept the comment from being overly cocky. “What can I get you?”

 Deciding to live dangerously for once, I asked for a cosmopolitan.

 “Go big or go home,” he said with admiration.

 “That’s my motto.” I was so full of shit. I wondered if he could tell I was all talk or what he’d think of me if he knew I usually err much closer to the side of caution than the wild side. I wondered if he could tell I was just barely old enough to drink. I’d turned twenty-one only six months earlier.

 When my cosmo and his Budweiser had been delivered, he offered a toast. “To new friends.”

 I touched my glass to his bottle. “To new friends.”

 “So, where’re you from, Ava?”

 “New York.”

 “I thought I heard New Yawk in your voice.”

 I batted my eyelashes at him. “So four years at the University of California San Diego didn’t scrub the New York out of me?”

 Laughing, he said, “Hardly. I know some guys from New York. One of them is from Staten Island, which is about as New York as it gets. I know New York when I hear it.”

 “I’m from Purchase, upstate from the city. What about you?”

 “I’m from all over. My old man is a retired general. You name it, I’ve lived there.”

 “Where’s home?”

 “Right here.” He turned that intense gaze on me, and I went stupid in the head. I couldn’t see anything but him. We might as well have been alone in the crowded bar for all I knew. Unlike my friend, who loved men in uniform, I was never turned on by the uniform. Until then. Until John. “You want to get out of here?”

 I swallowed hard. It wasn’t like me to leave a bar with a man I’d just met. “And go where?”

 “Somewhere we can talk.”

 “What do you want to talk about?”

 He leaned in so his lips were close to my ear. “Everything. I want to know every single thing there is to know about you.”

  That’s how we started. We were intense from the first second we met until the last time I saw him five years ago today. I can’t believe it’s been five years since I looked into those incredible blue eyes or woke to him on the pillow next to me or heard his voice in my ear, whispering words that’re permanently carved into my heart as he made love to me.

 The worst part is I have no idea where he is. I don’t know if he’s alive or dead, being held captive or if he’s living his life somewhere else with someone else. I don’t know, and the not knowing is the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with.

 I love him as much today as I ever did. No amount of time could ever change that simple fact of my life. We had two beautiful, magnificent years together, caught up in our own little bubble. He never met my family. I never met his. We didn’t make couple friends. We didn’t talk about the future. We didn’t need to. Our future was decided that first night, and it would take care of itself in due time. I honestly and naïvely believed that.

 Now, with hindsight, I realize the bubble was strategic on his part. He gave me everything he had to give, including no promise of tomorrow.

 Five years ago today, we watched the horror unfold on live television. A US-based cruise ship blown up by suicide bombers. Four thousand lives extinguished in a heartbeat. Our world permanently changed once again, our country declaring yet another war on terrorists. After 9/11 we thought we’d seen everything. We were wrong.

 “I have to go,” he said, grabbing the duffel that stood ready in the front hall closet. He called it his “go bag.” I’d thought nothing of it.

 “Where’re you going?”

 “I don’t know.”

 “When will you be back?”

 “I don’t know that either.” He held my face in his hands and gazed at me, seemingly trying to memorize my every feature. “I love you. I’ll always love you.” Then he kissed me as passionately as he ever had and was gone, out the door in a flash of camouflage.

 I never saw him again.

 I’m not his wife or even his fiancée, so no one notified me of his whereabouts. And three months after he left, when I found a way onto the base in a desperate quest for information, no one there could tell me anything either. I tried to locate his parents and other people he mentioned, but it was like they didn’t exist. I could find no record of a retired general named West in the Marine Corps, Army or Air Force.

 Furthermore, an exhaustive search for information on the John West I had known led nowhere. No high school, no college, no military service, no nothing.

 Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed the two years we spent together, doing mundane things like grocery shopping, cooking, watching TV and sleeping together after long days at work. But then I’d remember the blissful passion, the scorching pleasure, the desire that ruled us from the beginning, and I’d know I didn’t dream him. I didn’t dream us. We were real, and he was everything to me.

 Sitting on the floor in our apartment, surrounded by boxes, I take a few minutes before the movers arrive to memorize every detail of the place where we lived together. I’ve packed his things along with mine, and I’m moving home to New York. Today was my deadline. I gave it five years, and I simply can’t do it anymore. I can’t sit in our home among our things, waiting for something that’s never going to happen.

 It’s over. It’s time for me to move on. It’s probably long past time, if I’m being honest with myself. And though I know it’s the right move at the right time, that doesn’t mean my heart isn’t shattering all over again as I dismantle the place where we were us.

 My sister is getting married next month. I promised her I’d be home in time to hold her hand through the festivities. Other than occasional trips home for holidays and other occasions, I’ve been gone more than ten years. I bear no resemblance whatsoever to the girl who left home at eighteen seeking independence from her overbearing family at a faraway college out West.

 I accomplished all my goals, finishing college, landing a decent job and falling in love with the man of my dreams. I found out what happens when dreams come true and how painful it is when they blow up in your face.

 It’s time now to set new goals, to start over, to begin a life that doesn’t have John at the center of it the way it did here. It’ll be nice to be back with people who love me and care about me, even if they tend toward smothering at times. That’s looking rather good to me after years of loneliness and grief.

 The intercom sounds to let me know the movers are here. I pick myself up off the floor and steel my heart for the day ahead. I can do this. I’ve been through worse, and I’ll survive this the same way I’ve survived everything else. Despite my resolve, my eyes fill with tears as I press the button that opens the door downstairs to the movers.

 It doesn’t take them long to pack my belongings into their truck. I keep with me the things that can’t be replaced—precious photos, gifts he gave me, the clothing he left behind. After taking a final look around the apartment, I pack those boxes into my car, turn my apartment keys into the leasing office and head east, feeling as if I’m leaving behind everything that ever mattered to me.

 It’s like I’m losing him all over again. I cry all the way through the desert of Southern California and well into Arizona. I relive every minute I can remember, every conversation, every special moment. I think about what it was like to make love with him and wonder how I’ll ever to do that with anyone but him. Maybe I won’t. Maybe that part of my life ended with him, and even though I’m only twenty-eight now, I’m okay with that possibility. Once you’ve experienced perfection, it’s hard to imagine settling for anything less.

 The tears finally dry up somewhere in northern Arizona, but the ache inside… I take that with me all the way to New York, where I will try my very best to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and put them back together into some new version of myself.

  After all, what choice do I have?

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The most brazen terrorist attack in history. A country bent on revenge. A love affair cut short. A heart that never truly heals.

I knew on the day of the attack that our lives were changed forever. What I didn’t know then was that I’d never see John again after he deployed. One day he was living with me, sleeping next to me, making plans with me. The next day he was gone.

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Be My Bebe - Ch.1 The Competition

Genre: Fluff / Angst

Summary: A scramble of long-term best friends that have their own differentiating stories are known as Hyun Hee, Chan Ra, Kyon Rae, Ha Hee, and Sung Byeol have decided to enter their school's competition to be picked by companies to become an idol group. However, along the way, they've caught the attention of a certain group of boys, MONSTA X. The groups of students are given a chance to compete for an opportunity to achieve their dreams of becoming successful idols in the Korean music industry. Some friendships are made, and some fall apart. When it comes to debuting, will there really be no mercy?

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Kyon Rae POV

I could hear the pestering alarm wailing inside of my ears, wanting to take me away from my deep slumber that I was enjoying. Blaring loudly like a small crying baby that wouldn't shut up, making me want to throw it against the goddamn wall for there to be silence.

It was something that I had started dreading to hear every morning, being the essence of a fiendish demon that wanted to take me away into the fiery pit of hell aka school.

A place where young ambitious childhoods are ruined, annoying sweaty people who would be screaming in your already deaf-like ears on that damn stupid yellow bus with the crimson-red scratched up seats, and where almost all the teachers hate you but can't say that they do. So they instead always pick on you and grade your work, horribly when they're either drunk or high.

"I can recognize an old stain of amber bourbon anytime," I thought to myself. "Too often, which is what the girls always complain about."

I would reek of it when I came to that godawful school in the early mornings, most of the teachers don't usually say anything. Some innocent and don't know what it is, some not and know what it is but doesn't say anything due to laziness and the trouble that it'd cause.

Groaning while I was moving around in my warm bed, I placed my hand on top of the black and white alarm clock, lazily. Missed it a few times but eventually found the familiar smooth snooze button that would let out a tiny click when it was turned off.

I took my hand off it, letting it dangle down the twin bed, almost being able to touch underneath it. Almost that some kind of horrifying boogey monster could take my entire arm and rip it off, at least allowing me to have an excuse for getting out of school.

Then, again I'd probably be missing an arm.

Oh well, who needs arms anyways? Prosthetics look pretty cool, I could look like a mechanical robot or one of those badass transformers.

I could already sense the judgemental and disapproving look from Sung Byeol from my horrible logic, already. And then Chan Ra would be telling me how lucky I was for having an arm and how I shouldn't say things like that as we should be grateful for the things we had.

After my long-term struggle with turning off the snooze button and getting out of bed, I tried to turn over to the right side of my bed. But instead of walking out of it like normal, I had hastily fell onto the ground, face planting into the not-so-soft beige carpet.

It scratched my face, causing it to feel kinda itchy but there was no real damage done to anything besides my own pride.

"Ow.. fuck," I moaned, feeling the hangover that I had from last night. "Damn, I forgot all about that."

Probably shouldn't have drunk like 20-30 bottles of soju but that math final has been stressing me out far too long. It's killing me, from the inside out. I can't understand anything in that class, doesn't help when you got a bat-shit crazy teacher as well who hates your bloody guts.

Grades were never my thing, I never really cared about them either. They were just there to show me how shitty I was at everything, which I already knew.

Majority of them were Ds like in Social Studies, Health, and Biology. The few Fs that I had were in Math and Language Arts. However, there was something that I had an A in:

Music.

I've always liked listening to music, it was fun to listen to at times. Being able to take me away from stress and was one of the ways where I wouldn't basically destroy my body.

Now, I can't say that I'm really trying to get a good grade sometimes like the other girls who exceed above and beyond. But some of my teachers who have graded my work, they do it way harsher than others.

There was a time in middle school where I had completed all of my algebra work and had finished it, showing all of the work on a separate piece of lined paper but there was another girl who barely did it. She was the teacher's pet, an absolute snobby brat for sure, and would get full credit for her nothingness while I got plain o'l crap.

"Fucking bitch didn't deserve it.." I muttered, as I got up from my bed, groggily. "My ass should've gotten it, instead..."

Taking a few minutes to just sit on top of my cluttered bed, I turned my head to look out of my foggy window. It was dark outside, the skies seeming like it was going to pour harsh rain.

Stormy almost, threatening me to come out and just see its wrath. To strike me down with lightning and mess up my hair into those typical movie scenarios where it's all stuck up and having multiple burns on my skin.

God, I fucking dare it to happen.

I sat there in my bed, having that horrible feeling that I was going to die in like 5 minutes.

Ding.

Looking up, I pressed my chapped lips together, moving my head toward the peeling white nightstand to the right of my bed. My phone had lit up, brightly in the darkness of my room, from a message notification.

I peered at it, sluggishly, while stretching my arms out. They were hurting like hell from when I was laying on top of them.

From: Ha Hee

Hey, do you think you can give a ride to us? My car kinda broke down and all.

I already knew who she meant by us, the other girls. I texted my response back to her, slowly.

To: Ha Hee

Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.

As I got up towards my closet door, I forgot to tell her that I was pretty hungover from last night and that I shouldn't really be driving. But it was whatever, I was up already and she needed a ride, somehow.

After going through my small closet quickly, I threw on an ashy grey long sleeve with ghoulish black leggings, alongside some murky green laced boots. It was enough than the other things I had, better than my previous shirt that I was wearing with little orangey-green puke stains from god knows who and reeking of a thousand beers that would put cheap bartenders to shame.

I went to brush my messy hair that was full of cat hairball-like tangles, wincing as I continued to brush it, harder.

"I'm gonna lose pieces of my hair, eventually," I thought to myself. "Would I even still look hot bald?"

Finished with brushing my teeth and doing some heavy make-up, I walked downstairs to grab my car keys to leave. I didn't bother saying goodbye to my mother as she wouldn't care.

Ding.

Reaching into my deep pockets, I got my cell phone out and looked at it.

From: Ha Hee

Where are you?? You're taking a long time, no offense!

To: Ha Hee

Look, your house is far as fuck. If you can't wait, just walk your ass back to school.

Closing the door next to me, I fumbled my way into the driver's seat. I felt a bit bad about what I wrote but I was in a bad mood, maybe from the hangover.

Ding.

"Just ignore it, Kyon Rae. You'll be there soon," I thought to myself, buckling up my seatbelt and getting ready to head out.

-HA HEE'S HOUSE-

3rd POV

"Finally. I never thought you'd come," Ha Hee said as she got into the backseat of the car, making sure to get one by the window. She always liked sitting by the window and listening to music, it gave her a sense of calmness and peace, especially if it was raining.

"Don't test me, Ha Hee. I'm not in the mood, today," Kyon Rae grumbled, as the other girls hopped into the car.

"Woah, what's the matter?" Chan Ra asked, as she was putting on her seat belt next to Ha Hee. "Are you alright?"

"Nothing. It's fine."

Chan Ra made some tiny side glances to Ha Hee and Hyun Hee, her face contorting to confusion. She was always a worry wort, wanting to make sure that everyone was okay and too caring for her own good.

"Are you on your period?" Hyun Hee joked, trying to bring light to the situation and less awkward as she could tell everybody was. She placed her tanned arm onto the area that would pull the door open.

"What did you just say?" Kyon Rae said, gripping onto her leather bound steering wheel, tighter.

"It was just a joke, it's just- nevermind."

"How are you?" Ha Hee asked, pushing back her dark chocolate brown hair back.

"I feel like shit," Kyon Rae told her, bluntly. She didn't really want to tell them that she was hungover, they'd be concerned about her and her driving. Her thought process was if she managed to drive to Ha Hee's house, she was driving fine on the road.

"Why? Did something bad happen?" Chan Ra questioned, before having Hyun Hee touch her right arm and shake her head to not ask anymore questions.

Kyon Rae looked at her rear view mirror and angled it better to see them in the back seat. She hadn't noticed that none of them went into the passenger seat by her.

"I feel like you asked me to drive you as an excuse so that you couldn't drive. You're still scared of driving?" Kyon Rae told Ha Hee, who clicked her tongue.

"What? No..." Ha Hee sputtered out, crossing her arms against her chest which made Chan Ra laugh.

"Too obvious that you're still nervous after getting your license."

"Okay, kinda am but that doesn't mean shit, Hyun Hee."

[Two-Timer: Fun fact! I can't actually drive yet, I don't even have my permit unlike Ha Hee. I'll probably try for it this year but I am still very scared to drive lol]

-SCHOOL-

"Uh, uh.. I'm not going to class looking like this. I'm soaked," Kyon Rae complained, touching her black hair that made her look like a wet dog in the streets.

"You could've shared an umbrella with me but you didn't want to," Chan Ra told her, strapping her sky blue polka-dotted umbrella together.

She shook the rest of the water off her umbrella, near the glass door. Ha Hee rolled her eyes at Kyon Rae's behavior, wanting to get to class as she knew that Kyon Rae would cool down, eventually.

"Because I didn't want to," Kyon Rae said as Chan Ra backed away from her. "And roll your eyes at me again Ha Hee, it'll be the last thing you'll ever do."

As they began walking towards their first period class, they overheard some girls talking, behind them.

"Awh, is someone on their period?" A girl snickered, causing Kyon Rae to whip her head back to glare at them, anger showing on her face. It was somewhat alright when Hyun Hee said it to her but not someone else.

"Kyon Rae, don't turn around. Let's just get to class," Hyun Hee said, lifting her chin towards them. "They're not worth bothering about."

"What's the matter, bitch? Are you deaf?" Another voice shrilled. It was followed by a series of obnoxious laughter.

"Oh no, she didn't.." Kyon Rae growled, about to run up and yank that girl's Barbie-like hair until Ha Hee and Hyun Hee held her back before doing anything extreme. "Go ahead and try me!"

The two girls walked away, snickering as they watched Kyon Rae struggle against the strength of the other girls holding her back. She felt her face turn beet-red from frustration, shoving the other girls away and taking a step back to place her arm on her forehead.

A familiar light mousey-brown haired girl came over, after witnessing what had just happened and frowned, appearing to be upset.

"I'm sorry about them.." Sung Byeol mumbled, standing in front of the group. "I told them not to say anything or go up to you, but they wouldn't listen.."

"I don't understand why you still hang out with them since they treat us so badly. They're always so prissy and annoying," Hyun Hee said, watching Kyon Rae finally calm down after a bit.

"I know, it's just.."

RIIIIIING

"Oh, that's the warning bell. We should hurry or we'll miss class," Chan Ra fretted, looking over at the rest of the girls who had forgotten about class.

She quickly stuffed her nut-brown backpack into her firetruck red locker, letting them use it as well to put their things. They emptied out their textbooks and notebooks, stacking them neatly on top of each other. Ha Hee double-checked if they were fitting in well so, they wouldn't fall out when they reopened her locker.

They had Choir next which meant that they didn't need any of their things, for now.

"But they're in that class, also!" Kyon Rae complained, not wanting to move from where she was. She was planning to skip class.

"Ignore them, it should be easy for you to do since you do that to us all the time," Hyun Hee said, straightening her clean white t-shirt from wrinkles.

"Ugh, Sung Byeol you better keep them away from us or else," Kyon Rae muttered, following the rest of the girls but lacking behind them, slowly.

Kyon Rae was the last person to arrive to class, as usual.

-CHOIR ROOM-

Kyon Rae walked into the room, noticing that all of the girls had taken their assigned seats. Standing there in the doorway, not really wanting to go in and go to class even if it was choir.

They were somewhat close together, speaking to each other about some things that varied. Sung Byeol was asking how Ha Hee did on her math test which Ha Hee rubbed her neck, worriedly about her results in response. Chan Ra was reading over her Cornell notes and checking with others if they had the same thing that she did while Hyun Hee was snapchatting her little sister, laughing at the silly dog filter images on her phone.

People were minding their own businesses, chattering noisily among themselves with their friends as the teacher hadn't come into class yet. Laughter would erupt in one corner of the class, some discussions about their upcoming grades in another, people silently doing their late work, and many other things.

She eventually forced herself to go inside of the room but she noticed that someone was already in her seat.

It was a black haired boy, his face not being visible as his head was down. Appearing to be listening to music on his iPod, nodding his head along to the beat.

"That's my seat," Kyon Rae said to the boy, when she stood right in front of him. He didn't move an inch and seemed to be ignoring her which angered her, somewhat.

"Yah! That's my fucking seat!" she hollered, becoming more irritated as her shitty day went on.

A quite tall light blonde boy with a white t-shirt with indistinguishable graphics on them, ran up to the black haired boy and tapped his shoulder, making apologetic glances to Kyon Rae. He continued this until the black haired boy took out his ebony black earphones out, looking up towards the blonde one.

"Mhm.. What?" the black haired one asked, staring at the blonde.

"I think you're in her seat," the blonde haired guy noted, pointing towards Kyon Rae.

The black haired boy noticed her, taking a couple seconds to look at her before getting up from her seat.

"Sorry.. My bad," he said, starting to walk away from her seat and stood next to the blonde one by the back of the wall.

The slim choir teacher, Ms. Sun, walked inside of the classroom, briskly, and set her things in her little office that was cluttered with music sheets, unclean chipped coffee mugs, and unknown books that she would read in her free time. They only knew that she read them because of when students came in during her office hours when they were gone or sick.

"Okay, class! I have two very important announcements to make!" she bellowed out, strutting out from her office doors and into the center. She adjusted herself to the right, more.

Everyone had begun taking their seats but noticed seven unfamiliar boys started standing in the area where she was.

Low mumbles began filling the seats of the students, who were whispering to their neighbours and making eye contact with their friends.

"Who are they?" Chan Ra asked, when Kyon Rae had sat down in her seat next to her. She inched closer to her.

"How should I know?"

"You were talking to the black haired and blonde one."

"By talking, do you mean yelling at him to get the hell out of my seat without realizing he had his earphones in? God, that was fucking embarrassing."

"Why are you acting like this? And embarrassing..?" Chan Ra looked up, slightly giggling as she sat in her chair. "Why?"

"It's nothi-"

"Girls, settle down back there. You need to be quiet in order for the class to hear what I have to say," Ms. Sun scolded, loud enough for the other choir students to hear.

"Yeah, girls settle down!" a girl yelled, causing her to receive dirty stares from Chan Ra and Kyon Rae. You could hear Ha Hee mutter something about "annoying" under her breath.

Ms. Sun waited for everyone to become quiet by standing there silently until all noise ceased, making the boys feel a bit awkward. When everyone seemed to stop talking, she watched the students once more before speaking.

"These are our new students that will be joining us for the rest of the school year. Give them a big choir family welcome!" she announced, directing her hands from them to the students.

The students began clapping together, some of the guys making loud hoots and yells while the girls politely sat there, clapping.

"Introduce yourself, boys," Ms. Sun said, giving them a warm smile that was a tiny bit crooked that was oddly endearing to the students.

"Yo, my name is Jooheon! My close friends call me Honey andddd I love to rap," the one with a red cap on said, showing his tiny eye smile.

Hyun Hee took her eyes off her phone, setting down it down on her lap when she heard the word "rap." She's always loved rap, even practicing and making her own raps.

"He's cute," she said, causing everyone to look at her and for Jooheon to begin to smile.

"I said that outloud, didn't I?" Hyun Hee mumbled, her cheeks having a twinge of pink.

"Yeah, you did," Kyon Rae snorted, making Hyun Hee wad up a crinkled paper ball and throw it at her.

Hyun Hee focused back onto the boys and felt more blood rush to her cheeks when Jooheon winked at her, making her put attention to the unclean floor.

"Hi, my name is Minhyuk! I love mango flavoured things, especially ice cream, and I hope that we can become friends, soon!" the blonde one exclaimed, brightly and waving both of his hands out.

"Hey there~!" Sung Byeol's friend yelled out, flirtatiously.

"Fuck off.." Kyon Rae muttered, clearly annoyed.

"Stop being a savage.." Chan Ra said, trying to hold in her laughter from what Kyon Rae said.

Minhyuk awkwardly smiled, moving his hands slower. Ha Hee gave him a small wave as she didn't want him to feel awkward and unwelcome; she knew what it was like. However, she slightly regretted it as she felt kinda stupid, putting her hand away. But Minhyuk noticed it, feeling a bit better even if it was momentarily and grinned in the inside.

"Hello, my name is Shownu. Nice to meet you," a muscular tanned boy said, bluntly. "I like to work out, often."

He caught the attention of Sung Byeol, causing an "oooh" to escape her mouth, before she realized it and clasped her hands over her petite mouth. Shownu tried to hide his happy expression, looking away to the windows.

"Hello, I'm Changkyun," one of the boys next to him, with dark hair covering part of his face. The class waited for him to mention something else but there was absolute silence.

"Where are you from Changkyun?" Ms. Sun spoke out, trying to break the awkward tension.

"Oh, I lived in Israel when I was younger for 4 years and Boston, USA for 3 years," Changkyun added, nonchalantly. "My father works abroad sometimes so, I move around a lot. Never really staying in the same place."

"Man, I've never moved out at all," Ha Hee thought to herself, feeling the parallels between them.

She caught his eye, making them smile at the same time.

"Ah yes, hello! My name is Kihyun," one of the smaller boys with light brown hair introduced, bowing down. "I'm really good at singing!"

Some of the girls started asking him to start singing, making him blush as he felt a bit self-conscious of his singing as this was the choir class, after all.

"Well, hello cutie~" a random girl perked up from her seat. "Hope to see you a lot in class.."

Kihyun grimaced, which made Ha Hee want to burst out laughing. She giggled a bit and noticed Changkyun turn to Shownu, whispering something. He then nodded his head towards her, causing Shownu to raise an eyebrow at Changkyun.

"He better not be talking shit.." Ha Hee thought, wondering what the hell was up with him. "Shownu took a double-take when he looked at me, what did he say to him?"

"I'm Hyungwon and I love to sleep," a boy with bright brown hair spoke, nodding his head. The class laughed, the ends of his thick lips turning up a little.

Hyun Hee chuckled, it was pretty funny. It reminded her of Ha Hee who slept for hours, especially on the weekends.

Hyungwon saw her laugh and was pleasantly surprised that people thought it was hilarious. Although, it wasn't really a joke, he did love sleep.

"He's really tall," Chan Ra commented, noticing his stature. The black haired boy nudged him with his elbow, Hyungwon slightly grimacing when he did so.

Hyungwon looked towards Chan Ra and said," And you're really cute," before winking, as she turned hot pink in the face. She stared at her desk, not looking at his reaction after.

Lastly, there was the black haired boy that took a large step and started walking up towards the class, giving a large shy smile.

"Hey, my name is Wonho," he started off, thinking about what to say next. "And I LOVEEEEEE ramyeon to death!"

As the rest of the class started cracking up at the way he exaggerated his words, Kyon Rae noticed that he was staring at her when Ms. Sun finished introducing the boys.

"What?" Kyon Rae mouthed, seeing that Wonho was still staring at her.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he shook his head and looked away, smirking.

"Okay boys, take your seats. Class, I have a very important announcement!" Ms. Sun said, swishing her wavy light brown shoulder-length hair. "Very exciting news that you may be interested in!"

The 7 boys sat down, near the front where they could see her.

"There will be an idol competition held in 5 weeks and several big companies will be coming to the school to check out any groups that are interested in becoming trainees. I hope you all will participate!" she presented, putting her hands together. "Feel free to come grab the flyers after class."

"Omg, omg, omg! Can we do that, please?" Chan Ra asked, shaking Kyon Rae's shoulders, violently. "Let's sign up for it!"

"Uh, why are you asking me?" Kyon Rae inquired, after Chan Ra stopped shaking her.

"Because you're the oldest," Ha Hee piped up, raising her eyebrows.

"Even if we did sign up, we aren't even prepared. We need choreography and a song," Kyon Rae pointed out, leaning back in her seat.

"We're never prepared and you know that. We're a horrible group of procrastinators," Hyun Hee said, turning around in her chair. "I think we could probably manage it."

"That's so contradictory, Hyun Hee."

"I know it is, Ha Hee."

Kyon Rae sat there in her wobbly seat, contemplating it for awhile. She let out a heavy sigh when she saw all of their hopeful faces, staring up to her.

"Fine. After class, I'll go sign us up," Kyon Rae chose, letting all of the girls cheer.

-AFTER CLASS-

"Go ahead guys, I'll meet you at the lunch line," Kyon Rae said to them.

She was getting the rest of her things when another of Sung Byeol's friends walked over to her and uttered, "Don't bother signing up, you don't stand a chance with my group," while looking her up and down.

Kyon Rae wanted to punch her in the face.

"Hey, leave her alone and just sign us up.." Sung Byeol rushed over, carrying her textbooks along.

"Whatever," Sung Byeol's friend rolled her eyes, walking away.

"Sung Byeol, what did I tell you? Next time your little friend won't be so lucky," Kyon Rae warned, scowling as she stormed off to the Choir classroom.

Kyon Rae entered the Choir room and found the vibrant animated posters on the white plastic table, next to the sign-up sheet with a pencil. She went to sign her and the other girls up, before she realized that someone was standing next to her. She quickly finished and handed the person the pencil.

"So, you're signing up for this too, huh?" she heard a familiar voice say, turning around to see the black haired, Wonho.

"No, I just wrote my name for fun," Kyon Rae remarked, sarcastically as she strutted out of the classroom.

"Woah, would you like fries with that salt?" Wonho interposed.

"Haha, you're so fucking funny," she replied back, going around him and still continuing to march away.

"Sarcastic much? Anyway, do you have a group name, yet?" Wonho asked, running closer to her as they turned a corner down the hall leading to the cafeteria.

"No."

"No? So, what did you write down?"

"You're so fucking dense, I wrote down all of our names! What else? Do you have a group name?" Kyon Rae snapped, stopping before going on, again.

"As a matter of fact, we do! It's Monsta X."

"Monsta X? What does it even mean?"

"It's French for my star and the X is for the unknown. Pretty cool, right?" Wonho told her, getting next to her and opening the door to the cafeteria.

The waft of cruddy cafeteria food wafted in, being much warmer than the hallways that they were in. Nevertheless, they quickly grabbed some things from the salad bar and all in a hard plastic pthalo-blue tray, Wonho purposely bumping into Kyon Rae as she tried to pass through.

"Monsta X, really?" Kyon Rae said, placing her bitch face on. "Why not Monster X or Monstar X?"

"Because!" Wonho grunted, frustrated at her response. "We're original unlike you guys."

"Just shut up," Kyon Rae said, brushing past him and walking over to the line where the rest of the girls were while, Wonho walked to where the other boys were.

"Hm, where should we sit?" Chan Ra asked, seeing that all the rectangular tables were packed already. Usually, they'd have their own table but they were waiting for Kyon Rae to come back from signing-up. As a result, they didn't have a place to sit, anymore.

"Oh my fucking god.." Hyun Hee said, staring in a certain direction in the cafeteria.

She continued staring, not explaining what was happening to the others. They looked at each other, having bewildered expressions.

"What?" Kyon Rae asked, gripping onto her tray, tensely.

"Look!" Hyun Hee perplexed, taking another glimpse before turning back to them.

"Loo- Oh, you've got to be fucking with me?" Kyon Rae scoffed, annoyed. "Are you really getting excited because Jooheon is waving for us to go sit with them?"

"Yeah, I am," Hyun Hee huffed, shrugging her shoulders as she walked towards the guys' table. "He's cute.."

"That's what you say about every other guy!" Kyon Rae pointed out, heading over as the other girls followed, behind.

"Shut it and don't say anything about that near them," Hyun Hee hushed her, sending a quick glare. "-Hi, guys!"

"Hi!" Minhyuk welcomed, cheerfully to them with a sparkling smile.

He recognized Ha Hee, the one who waved to him in first period. She was standing there awkwardly, which he didn't want to make her feel like how he did, in the morning. He waved to her but she looked away at the moment he did.

All of the girls replied back with another greeting, bowing slightly as they beamed. They began to place their burdensome backpacks on the benches, about to get ready to sit down on the long white cafeteria tables.

Hyungwon slides down from where he was sitting with Wonho, going next to Chan Ra who moved closer to Ha Hee, who raised her eyebrows at the sudden movement.

"Sit here," Jooheon said, pushing his backpack off next to him so, that Hyun Hee could sit next to him.

"Okay."

As Hyun Hee sat next to Jooheon, she immediately felt him put his long arm on the side of her waist. However, Jooheon was used to affection and was merely doing that as touching affection was something that just came to him, normally. But it sent a different signal to her, making her become hot in the face.

"Oh my god, what is this boy doing?" Hyun Hee thought to herself, her mind racing with several thoughts.

"Jesus.. They might as well make their relationship public," Ha Hee whispered to Chan Ra, who was sitting next to her.

The girls began digging into their lunches, while the boys talked about random things. They nodded occasionally to each other, being very shy to start conversations with each other.

10 minutes later..

After a while, Ha Hee felt someone staring at her. She looked and realized that Changkyun was staring at her.

When he noticed that she caught him, instead of looking away and being coy, he held up the peace sign. The sleeves of his black jacket slid down his pale arm, elongating it.

Slightly befuddled, Ha Hee sent a peace sign back. She smiled out of awkwardness and he smiled back, almost seeming like a smirk.

Later on, Changkyun went up to throw away his trash which was all the way down the lunch room, not caring about the whispers and casual looks from everyone else. Wanting to get up to go after him, she waited for a couple minutes to be "inconspicuous" before doing the same.

"So.. What did you whisper to Shownu?" Ha Hee asked, catching up to him as he threw the rest of his lunch and dirty napkins in the giant trash can. "After you finished introducing yourselves this morning?"

"Nothing," Changkyun smirked, standing there. "Absolutely nothing, why do you ask?"

"Okay then, why were you staring at me just now?" she followed up, crossing her arms.

"Awh, you're so cute, asking so many questions," Changkyun said, swiftly squeezing her cheeks and going back to the table.

"But you didn't answer.." Ha Hee mumbled, frustratedly when watching him leave.

She was suddenly taken back by the sound of Chan Ra's voice, who was walking with the girls alongside the guys.

"Ha Hee! Are you coming with us to the soccer field or are you going to be standing there all day?" Chan Ra called as they walked out of the cafeteria.

"C-Coming.." Ha Hee replied back, blushing from the incident that had just happened.

-SOCCER FIELD-

The other girls and guys had left after the sky had started becoming dark, only a couple of people being left in the soccer field. Hyun Hee and Kyon Rae, who were planning to walk home together and Wonho and Hyungwon that were gonna stay out to go practice, after.

Hyun Hee gandered over the freshly-cut grass soccer field and observed from afar that Kyon Rae and Wonho were fighting about something.

"How are you two fighting and you guys just met?" Hyun Hee wanted to know, getting closer which was a mistake that she regretted, instantly.

"Because he's so DENSE," Kyon Rae jeered, sending multiple daggers to the person in front of her.

"Oh, I'M the dense one?" Wonho yelled, holding his fists back against his dark jeans.

"Yes, you ARE as a matter of fact," Kyon Rae retorted, becoming more aggressive.

Hyun Hee watched them, fighting about something that probably wasn't even that important like little children. She crossed her arms, her upper lip raised.

"They argue like a married couple.." Hyun Hee spoke, indistinctly.

"You can say that, again," Hyungwon said, standing right next to her. "It's actually ridiculous, I tried separating them but they wouldn't leave each other which is confusing."

She realized that Hyungwon was one of the only people at the soccer field, forgetting that he was there. That he didn't leave with everyone else.

"I thought you were going to play soccer?" Hyun Hee asked him.

"Everyone kinda left," he noted, having his lanky arm out to showcase the dead field.

They began sitting down on the juniper-green grassy ground where they were at. Hyun Hee placed her head onto her knees, feeling her light-wash jeans rub up against her chin.

"Ah, yeah.."

"Well, I was playing soccer by myself until those two started arguing and I decided I'd spend some time with you," Hyungwon confided, humorously.

"That was so fucking cheesy," Hyun Hee answered, facing him with a grin.

"Don't blame me! Kihyun's the one who keeps saying cheesy shit," Hyungwon joked, putting his hands into the pockets of his beige trench coat. "How can you not when you live with him 24/7?"

Hyun Hee laughed, making Hyungwon smile as it's been the most friendly thing that's happened to him that day. It was even better that he had made someone laugh.

"Can I just say that you have a really cute laugh?" Hyungwon interrupted, abruptly. "In a non-flirty way, of course."

"You have a really cute smile," Hyun Hee riposted, still grinning. "In a non-flirty way, of course."

"And you're just really cute," he countered, raising both of his dark eyebrows. "In an extremely non-flirty way.. of course!"

"Well played," Hyun Hee replied, turning her head away from him to check her watch.

Hyungwon looked down, pleased with himself. He started feeling really happy, being able to be himself around someone.

"At least, I've made one friend here in this new school," Hyungwon thought, light-heartedly. "That's something good that happened, today."

Before he could talk to Hyun Hee again, Kyon Rae and Wonho must've broken up somehow during their talk. They were calling out to them, to come over where they were.

"Yah! Hyungwon, are you coming or not?" Wonho hollered across the field, making a cone with his hands to amplify his voice.

"Coming where?" Hyungwon yelled back, placing his hands down onto the ground that he was just getting comfortable on.

"To practice for the competition, of course! What else?" he yowled out, waving his hands around.

"Alright, I'm coming!" Hyungwon shouted, helping Hyun Hee up from the ground.

She brushed the bottom of her blue jeans off, hearing Kyon Rae's deafening voice from afar. Slightly groaning, she turned her head to Hyungwon who shared the same sad smile.

"I'll race you," Hyungwon offered, wanting to still talk to her more. "For fun.. Of course.."

He tried to resist not smiling when he said that.

"Hm.. Ready, set, go!" Hyun Hee went, getting a completely unfair head start.

"H-Hey! That's not fair!" Hyungwon called after, starting to run after her.

"You have long legs, you'll have catch up," Hyun Hee retorted back as she laughed, very much ahead of him. "..Of course!"