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osamusriceballs · 10 months ago

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The Accident - Part XVI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Stalking, kinda dry humping

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Y/n and Atsumu finally TALK. And more.

Part I II -> Next Part

A yawn escapes your lips as you slowly open your eyes to a dimly lit room. It's probably the middle of the day, judging by the way it looks outside. You surprisingly feel fully rested, with Atsumu still peacefully snoozing behind you, his arm loosely draped across your stomach. Your mind races back to the events of the previous night, causing your heart to skip a beat.

That woman.

Atsumu needs to do a lot of explaining to make up for that. If there is even a way to make up for that. You still don't know anything about her, but she for sure gives you the chills.

Maybe it was a mistake. To stay with him- even in the same bed, and to allow your heart to get that foolish hope again. But you're just human, and it seems like your heart isn't so easily convinced that he's not good for you.

You sigh and reach for your phone on the nightstand, noting how late it is—2 pm. Shocked by the time, you check your messages and spot surprisingly many from Osamu Miya and hesitantly tap on them.

Osamu: hope yer alright

Osamu: let me know when you’re home

Osamu: did ya fall asleep?

Osamu: thank you for your help. I owe ya. Call me if ya need anything. Stay safe.

Osamu: good morning. Grab that idiot and come over to Onigiri Miya when yer awake. Or come on your own when he messes up. Drinks are on the house for you.

Osamu: not for Tsumu tho. He can pay double

A smile plays on your lips as you respond quickly.

You: hey! Sorry for the late reply, I fell asleep. Atsumu‘s still sleeping. I‘ll talk to him and let you know if we‘re coming. Thank you for the offer! :)

Osamu: sure. see ya

You: see you :)

Your attention is diverted when Atsumu stirs, his arm now wrapping around your waist as he clumsily pulls you closer. He groans and nuzzles against your neck, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Is he aware that it's you he's holding? And does he even remember last night? You somehow doubt it.

"Y/n?" he mumbles after a moment, and your eyebrows shoot up, but you respond with a soft hum and nod.

"Yer—how?" he slowly questions, his face still heavy with sleep. You gently take his hand and remove it from your waist, scooting away enough to turn and face him. His eyes are tired, his expression soft while he fights to fully wake up. You just hope that he doesn't feel too horribly after all that drinking. His team will kill him for sure if he has practice today. You really hope that it's his day off.

"I brought you home. Remember that you had a few drinks at Onigiri Miya's?" you say, trying to sound neutral, though bitterness lingers in your tone. He stares at you blankly until embarrassment and guilt crease his features.

"Yeah, right. I'm—y/n, I'm sorry for that. Thank ya for bringin' me home. I'm just kinda... havin' a hard time." He closes his eyes for a short second and takes a deep breath. He suddenly looks so exhausted that it almost breaks your heart.

"Hard time with what? Work?"

He shakes his head, closing his eyes again, and a weariness settles over his face, despite the ample sleep you both received. "Work's fine. Great, actually. Gotta play with some real amazin' players. I even got to see Aran often again; that's fine. Just..." He opens his eyes, sadness evident. "Just?" you prompt, your heart skipping a beat at his gaze. You know that it has to do with you—you just don't know what exactly it is. And the urge to interrogate him is burning strong in your body.

"I never got the chance to talk to ya after that night," he admits. You nod, urging him to continue, to finally give you some answers. "I wanted to apologize. For kissin' ya. I made ya uncomfortable, ruined everything."

Your confusion is palpable—just what is wrong with him? He should tell you about that woman and not that! And that definitely didn't sound like he wanted to do it again, which feels like a stab to your heart and somehow angers you.

"Uhm... Atsumu, that was not quite what I expected. Like, sure, I've been thinking about that kiss and my feelings for you, but I was more taken aback when you blocked me and invited another girl over, literally the same night we had our kind-of-date."

His face drops after listening to you, confusion and worry etched on his features. "What are ya talkin' about? I never blocked ya, and I sure as heck didn't invite any other girl here. Hell, I don't even talk to women outside of work. Who should I bring here?"

"Brunette? Perfect smile and wearing one of your shirts? Could hardly miss her on my way down. Or when we met her yesterday. Do you have her over at your place every night?" you retort, ignoring his repulsed expression at your description of her. You could almost believe that he doesn't like her at the way he scrunches his nose.

"Her? Ya met her? Yesterday?"

You nod, narrowing your eyes as you recall her vicious features after that scene. But wow, you were definitely embarrassing. How you acted possessively towards Atsumu. Will she laugh about it with him as soon as they meet each other again?

His reaction surprises you, though; he suddenly reaches for you, pulling you a bit closer. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for gettin' ya involved in this. Are ya okay? She didn't do anything to ya, did she?" You stare at him, confused, and shake your head. His worry confuses you. Why bother after not talking to you for so long?

"Can't believe she dared to come here again. If ya ever see her again, you have to call the police. I have a restraining order against her." Your eyes widen surprised at his words and you frown.

"Restraining order? Is she... like a crazy ex?" Dread fills your stomach at the thought, and a suspicion arises within you.

He slowly shakes his head. "She's a very obsessed fan, to put it nicely. She's been stalking me for a while. Started innocently; I noticed that she came to Onigiri Miya every time I was there too. Then I noticed her when I went for walks every other day, always waitin' at the same spot for me and trying to talk to me. And then one day, I noticed that stuff from my apartment started to go missing. That was like two years ago. I contacted the police after I caught her breaking into my apartment, and she got arrested. Haven't seen her since then, but she started showing up since that one night with ya." He groans and you can see just how much stress this situation caused him. He looks so tired while talking about it, it almost breaks your heart.

"I don't know how she found me again," he continues. "She broke into my apartment, and I had video proof fortunately, so I could file a case, and I have a restraining order against her now. She can't show up again, or she'll land in jail. I also had to get a new phone and number; she did something with it. Tried calling ya with the new one, but ya never called back."

You listen to the story with watery eyes. That woman is actually a stalker?! And he had been suffering like that all the time? Tears well up, and you try to calm yourself. So he wasn't ignoring you on purpose. He actually tried to reach out, and you probably ignored his messages, and he felt miserable because he put you in that situation. Hell, someone broke into his apartment. This must have been horrible for him. You're just glad that she at least cannot legally come here again. Even though it doesn't seem to stop her. A part of you hopes that she'll show up again. The thought of her in jail does sound kind of appealing to you- and not just because you were kind of jealous before. She is danger, and you pray that she won't show up again. Maybe she'll stop now that she knows that he's taken- even though she does not seem to respect boundaries. Your thoughts are running, you don't even know what to say at this point. How could you be mad with him after this?

A ray of hope suddenly flashes before your eyes, and you feel your heart flutter. You know that it's selfish to think about your foolish feelings, to think about how much you like him and to wonder if he reciprocates these feelings. But this means that you might mean something to him. This means that he might like you just like you like him, if he has tried contacting you and kept his distance to protect you.

"So... uhm... you weren't ghosting me because of the kiss?" You feel so, so foolish for asking, but your heart longs for confirmation. You'll deal with the stalker after finally finding out about his feelings. After waiting for him for so long, you need to know.

"I didn't want to ghost ya at all, y/n. I really like ya." His eyes catch yours, and you feel butterflies in your stomach once again. He doesn't seem to mind that you changed the topic like that and you know that you look at him like a hopeful lost puppy. He still has that magical effect on you. Everything just feels so right with him, like you're just where you belong. He's so close; you could probably count his lashes, and you can see the flecks of different shades of brown in his eyes.

"I was actually... really sad because we parted like that. I didn't mean to give you the impression that something's wrong—I just thought you'd see this as a game, and nothing more. That I'm just an easy way to spend time for you. Nothing more." You feel so vulnerable when you say these words, but he quickly shakes his head, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I'll make it up to ya, 'kay? Please. Let me make it right." You melt at his words, only managing to nod. "O-okay." This feels like a dream come true. You can't believe that you're making up with him like this- after carrying his drunk ass home and sleeping in his bed. But you just feel so good when you're with him, and for once you decide to be selfish and to take what you need.

He looks at you, clearly stunned. "Okay? Just like that? I was ready to get on my knees to beg for forgiveness and to buy some more diamonds for you." A soft laugh escapes your lips, and he seems to lighten up at your reaction too.

"Making up to me could definitely include some groveling. I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees, actually. I don't remember you getting on your knees for me ever, even though we are married." You smile, feeling the tension leaving your body. Only he can make you feel like this.

"Oh?" He grins, and you suddenly feel giddy. "Let me refresh yer memories then." He jumps off the bed, lively and energetic suddenly, and you look at him stunned. "Come here." He pats the edge of the bed, and you slowly crawl there, probably not very elegant, but Atsumu still gazes at you like you're a princess that graced him with her presence. You sit up hesitantly, looking at Atsumu right in front of you, who smiles fondly and smoothly sinks down to one knee. He looks devilishly handsome with his disheveled hair, and you can't do anything else but stare at him. Is this a dream?

"Y/n Miya, I know I don't deserve it, but would ya give yer husband another chance? I promise to make ya happy and to never keep secrets like that from you ever again. I'll be whatever ya want me to be just to keep you happy." Your jaw drops at his words and you can't stop the butterflies in your stomach.

"Wow, uhm, that sounds pretty serious." You breathlessly laugh and he smiles with a sincere expression that makes you blush.

"I am. I kinda..." he sighs, running a hand through his hair, making it even messier and he looks even more attractive like this. "I kinda wanna go on dates with ya. Like real dating. Not just getting along because of the marriage thing."

You stare at him, not having expected this kind of answer. He's actually serious about this? And wants to go on dates with you?

"So uhm... what do ya say? Is that alright with you?" He looks bashful, and you finally manage to come up with a response, the one that your heart is longing for.

"I'd love to." The words come out softly, and you smile fondly at his reaction and the way he seems to light up. You don't even have time to realize what's happening- and then he suddenly raises just enough to be at eye level with you and then simply connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. You gasp, surprised, your hands coming up to his shirt to ground yourself, but melt into the feeling, allowing him to cup your cheeks and angle your face towards him to deepen the kiss.

This is not what you had expected at all, but feeling his lips against yours, his body pressing against yours—it's enough to make you feel hazy and giddy. You need more; you need to be closer to him. So you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer while leaning back until he's laying on top of you, urging him to stay close to you. He rests most of his weight on his arms, yet you still feel him on top of you, his body pressing gently against yours .

You open your lips, and he instantly uses the chance, softly licking against your lower lip before he slightly moves his tongue to meet yours. His hips press against yours, harder suddenly, and you can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to you.

The position is intimate. Your most sensitive part pressing against his middle, and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel something growing in his pants the longer you keep kissing him. Your hands claw into his shirt when he carefully grinds against you—and you whimper against his lips needily, feeling heat rush through your body.

You both know this is where you should stop; you both have only solved your issues like five minutes ago, and some more things definitely need more clarification, but that's the least thing on your mind now. You- you want him.

And you breathe heavily when he pulls back, his lips wet from your combined saliva, looking unfairly hot with his dark widened pupils while he looks at you intensely.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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readbeneaththelines · 5 years ago

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The Bough That Broke Pt. 4

Synopsis: Jin is injured from an avoidable accident, leaving him partially paralyzed from the waist down. Reader is the nurse that is hired to take care of him once he gets back to the dorms and begins the physically and emotionally painful road to recovery. Will she have what it takes to spark determination in him to get back on the stage?

Characters: Idol!Jin x Nurse!Reader

Genre: Whump, Angst, Itty Bittyamount of crack, itty bitty amount of fluff, maybeeeeeee some smut

Warnings: a bit of crack, cocky Jin, a wee bit of angst

Word Count: 2k ish

that hair flip thoooo!!!

One you got Jin back in bed, you massaged his legs carefully. You knew that overdoing it could be just as detrimental as not doing anything at all. When you finished you sat up to ask him a question. Just as you were about to speak, his soft snores alerted you they he had fallen asleep. Getting your things together, you headed into the main room where the others were busy doing their own things.

"He's asleep. I'll let him rest, then when he wakes up, we're going to try a shower. Did you all out the shower chair in the bathroom?"

Namjoon nodded, leading the way. You set about getting all the items needed, so when he was awake you could get straight to work. After that, paperwork had to be filled out, his medications needed to be checked, and you still had to finish getting him enrolled. So much to do, so very little time.

Over an hour later, you rose from your seat at the table, stretching already tired limbs. Jin called out from his bedroom, the others jumping to their feet.

"Hold on." You stood in front of them. "He is going to have to learn they we are not going to just jump and run. Eventually, he will have to learn how to do some things on his own. He needs to have his phone by him to text if he really needs something. Things such as sitting up, readjusting, getting his glass from the bedside table, those he can do for himself. For now, I'll go check on him."

You made your way to guys room, cracking the door open slightly before peeking your head around the corner. "You need something?"

Jin looked at you with an almost death glare.

"What took you so long? I'm ready to get up."

"Okay then. Sit yourself up first. I know you can do that much for yourself." You stood in the doorway, not giving him the satisfaction that you would be at his beck and call. The look of disgust on his face told you it was about to start. The anger and frustration. It happened every time, and you wanted to get it out of the way and nip it in the bud just as fast as it started.

"If you haven't noticed, Nurse Y/N, I'm kind of limited as to what I can do. If you aren't going to help me, I'll get one of the guys to." He crossed his arms over his chest before turning away from you.

"Yes, your very right, you're limited, but not completely uncle to do anything for yourself. That is, unless you want to stay tethered to a bed for the rest of your life. Now, either you work hard at getting better and found certain things for yourself, or you can just waste away while others get tired of always doing everything for you."

Jin side-eyed you, the angry look all but gone from his eyes. While you waited, he finally pressed his hands on the mattress and scored himself up on the bed. With a pleased smile on your face, you entered the room at last.

" Now, using your hands, swing your legs over the side of the bed. Perfect. Now, you always need to be sure your chair is close to the bed. When we get you to the point, you roll be able to get yourself up without help."

You came to send beside the bed, working the safety belt around his waist. As your usual routine, you helped him up and into the chair.

"Okay, now. Shower time!" The shocked intake of breath from him had you laughing. Apologizing, you explained that you promised to keep it as modest as possible. "I will still repeat your privacy as much as possible Jin, but unfortunately, you will have to get in there naked."

The soft blush in his cheeks was endearing. He may be an idol, with millions of girls fawning all over him, but he still had his modesty. In the end, he was just as human as the next person, and deserved the same respect. Entering the bathroom, you grabbed a sheet from the back of the shower chair draping it over his shoulders. You let him pull his shirt off first, wrapping the sheet around his body.

"Okay then. I want you to let yourself up with your arms. I'm going to reach under the sheet and slide your shorts down.”

“You’re what? You’re going to do what with my shorts?” The utter surprise on his face, at the fact that you would be undressing him! “Can’t-can’t we get one of them to do it? Seriously?”

“Jin. I’m not going to be seeing anything. You are going to take them off the rest of the way. Next time you will no better and get them off and cover with a sheet before you get up. Right? Besides, you’re going in with the sheet around you. You can start your shower, bathe yourself, dry off, and re-wrap yourself with the sheet. I will only be here if you need something. Trust me Jin, looking at you naked in not on my bucket list.” Feigned shock etched his brow, then his smile crept up slowly until you were both smiling.

“Ya! Fine, but you would be the envy of many of our fans. Undressing me and stuff.”

“Kim Seokjin! Honestly, you are going to keep my hands full!” You practically threw his wash cloth and towel at him. In all seriousness, he did what he was told, holding himself up long enough for you to blind reach around and pull his shorts down to his knees. You turned your back while he finished undressing, only turning back around when he cleared his throat. You placed his clothes on the floor and helped to push him into the shower stall area. You closed the door behind you, taking a seat in front of the counter.

Jin took an eternity to shower. It had been so long since he was able to, that he just let the hot water run over his body, working hard to release the tense muscles that had been present since the accident. Using the washcloth amd soap you had laid out for him, he scrubbed his body until his skin was red. When he got to his legs, he had to stop. Looking down, fear suddenly struck deep in his mind. He would have to bend down to get his legs, but the would be nearly impossible with the way his spine was. It was still stiff and being held together with pins and rods. Bending over was going to be a chore and it scared him. He froze at the idea of possibly falling out of the chair. He looked at the glass door, seeing your frame sitting on the floor.

Damnit. Just his luck.

“Y/N?” he spoke over the running water. “I, umm, I need some help. Please?”

Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice. You had noticed that he was not bathing, waiting cautiously to make sure he had not done something. When he had asked you for help, a smile grew on your face. He sounded nice, no anger in his tone this time. You stood up, going over to the door, leaning against the frame, but not opening the door.

“What’s up?”

Jin debated asking you to open the door and help him, knowing full well that you were going to see him in his most vulnerable state, naked and fully exposed. “I need so help getting my legs. I’m-I’m afraid I might fall if I bend over.”

You cracked the door open, handing him a large towel through the small opening. “Cover yourself with this first as best you can.” You waited until he said he was ready, then opened the door. You took hold of the chair, carefully pulling to you. When he was in front of the door, towel draped over his upper thighs and waist, you held out your hand. For a moment he just looked at had you, until he realized you wanted the washcloth. He handed it over, cheeks and chest a darker shade of red than the rest of his freshly scrubbed body. Keeping your eyes averted to his lower legs, you silent set about washing his legs for him. He held tightly to the arms of the chair, the sensation of something moving over them odd. Sure he had gotten some feeling back, but to feel something run over them gave him a sensation of his legs being asleep and separated from his body.

You had finished washing his legs, holding the washcloth up for him to take back. When he didn’t, you ventured to look up at him. The myriad of emotions in his feature pulled at your heart strings.

“Jin. What are you thinking?” You straightened yourself to be eye level with him, garnering his attention.

“Huh? Oh, nothing really. I was just thinking, I was able to feel achiness earlier, but now, they fell like I don’t have them attached to my body anymore. They have the same tingle about them. It’s just. I don’t know, it’s frustrating.”

You sat back on your heels, try to figure out how to explain the coming and going of sensations.

“Finish the shower, and when you dry off, I will help you finish and get you dressed. Then we can meet with the others and talk about what exactly you should expect. It’s going to be a long road, Jin. I’m sorry, but don’t give up hope.” You closed the door, only to open it to hand his a dry towel. When he was as dry as he could get himself, you helped him back out. Making sure his back was dry, you asked for the towel and rubbed it over his back and shoulders when he leaned forward. Until then, you hadn’t really noticed just how wide and broad his back and shoulders were. The muscle there were still strong and taut under his skin. You instructed him to lean to one side, using the towel to dry of the back of his legs and the seat of the chair. When he was finally fully dry, and fairly exhausted, you slid his boxers and lounge pants on. You pulled them up to his knees, then stood back.

“Okay, now. I am going to lift you. I want you to reach down and grab your pants, pulling the up while I help you stand.”

“Uh, are you sure? I meant, the floor is wet, and I don’t want you to fall or anything. Maybe we can get Namjoon to help?”

You took a second and looked around. THe floor was littered with wet towels and dirty clothes. You could either take him to his room and finish dressing him there, or give him a sense of security and let him ask for he help.

“You want Namjoon?” He nodded, almost shyly.

You peeked your head from the bathroom, calling out for Namjoon. He came running down the hall, a concerned look on his face.

“Everything okay?” He panted out, eyes wide.

“Yes, clam down. Jin asked for you to help me finish dressing him. I am going to clear this floor first and then we can get started.” You set all the items outside of the door, using the sheet to wipe the floor of any water. Satisfied that the area was now safe, you explained to Namjoon and Jin how to safely lift him and turn him once you had his pants up.

“You do realize, that if I am doing the pulling up of your pants, I am going to have to be behind you, right? Which means, I am going to have to see your, umm, backside.”

“Y/N, my ass is as handsome as my face. You should feel honored to get to see it.”

“Aish, Jin hyung! Let the poor woman alone.” Namjoon scolded even though he had a smirk on his face.

The three of you had a laugh, then got serious. “Really, though. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Jin told you it was fine, and when everyone was ready, NAmjoon lifted him and you quickly pulled up his boxers and pants at the same time. Namjoon then swiveled him and set him in his chair.

“That was perfect Namjoon. Now I know who to call when he wears my back out.” You smiled at them both, telling them you were just joking. “Tomorrow we will teach you how to dress yourself in bed.But for now, let go have a meeting.”

You and Namjoon let first, Jin following behind in his chair. Thankfully he had a smaller, streamlined chair to maneuver around the dorm, making it easier to avoid bumping into things. The seven of them gathered in the television room, placing Jin between the couch and loveseat. You brought a chair from the kitchen to sit in.

“Please sit on the couch.” Jimin offered, sitting in the chair before you could refuse his offer.

Once you wer seated you look around the room at all their faces. There was fear, hurt, worry and frustration in every face. Your plan was to have an open and honest conversation about the expectations and fears of each member, working on how you expected them to handle things as they arose when you wouldn’t be there.

What you heard from each of them, the worry, the fears, had told you that the closeness they shared went beyond just being members of a group. It was far more. It was a brotherhood, an intimate closeness that only a few will experience in their lifetime, if one was so lucky. Their friendship, it was more than that, it was stronger than that. THey looked after each other, wanted the best for each other. You knew then, that Jin was surrounded by brothers that would stand by his side and lift him up in every way. Any success Jin had with getting back on his feet would be with the love and strength he had in his friends.

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