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[chateautae]

maybe i do | kth. III

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 17k (im sorry omg)

➵ warnings : oh boi we have aNgSt, serious familial issues, swearing, multiple fight scenes, mainly verbal but there is a slap in one, mentions of a wound, mentions of alcohol, (there’s honestly a lot that goes wrong in this chapter but at least tae and the reader have each other), sexual tension :o, bit of possessive!tae, (i mention a short reader a lot but i just wanted to say you’re beautiful even if you’re tall! tae is just very tall to me askldjs)  

➵ a/n: i’m back and hoLY is this chapter loaded (and a lil unedited forgive me!!) i’ve finally finished school and get a whole month off now! who knows what works i’ll release in that time 👀. as always, feedback is appreciated loves!

chapter three : “the window opened one time with you and me”

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“Mother?” You stood frozen, completely and utterly shocked as to how your mother was just opposite of you, smiling brightly as if she hadn’t done a single thing wrong in her life and loved you unconditionally.

How incredibly wrong that was. 

“Y/N! How are you? Oh dear, it’s been so long!” Your mother threw her arms around your neck, pulling you against her for a hug you just barely returned. 

“Good. You?” 

“Oh, I’m great!” She beamed.

“What are you doing here?” You inquired, shutting the door after her entry.

“Ah, I just couldn’t believe my daughter’s married now, I wanted to drop by and say congratulations!” Your mother cheered, grinning widely as she began scanning the grand interior of your house, leering as though you weren’t standing just before her.

“Drop by? You could’ve just came to the wedding, Mother...” You suggested despondently, plastering a pained smile onto your face. You attempted to meet her eyes, though they rather seemed to sparkle at anything that appeared expensive.

Anything but you. 

“Oh, I was in Ibiza. I couldn’t just leave while my resort pass still had benefits on it, you know me.” She flashed you a cheeky smile as she playfully hit you, propping her heels off.

You nodded half heartedly, trying extremely hard to not lose it on her because you were in your home; a place meant for peace and comfort and didn’t have room for negative.

Not to mention, Taehyung resided just upstairs in his study with most likely his door open, and you didn’t want to risk bothering him if you raised your voice. 

“Ibiza was more important than your own daughter’s wedding, huh?” You spoke to yourself, nodding in a manner that would somehow help you accept the sad fact, though instead called forth a feeling you should’ve grown accustomed to by now.

Disappointment.

She knew about the wedding, you knew your father informed her of the ceremony along with its date and time. Though as she audaciously ogled the embellishments of your front foyer and spoke to you carelessly, she practically screamed she gave 0 fucks about your wedding. That what really mattered to her was living out the full experience of an expensive vacation than attending a life-changing night for her daughter. 

Typical. 

“Oh, c’mon now. When you put it like that it makes me seem so bad.” Your mother pouted like a child. “It wasn’t a real marriage, anyway.” She waved off the conversation as she ventured further into the house, bold enough to strike another conversation . “My God, this is the house of the Kim Taehyung?” Your mother’s eyebrows shot up, drinking in the grand size and wealthy look of the home. “You got very lucky, Y/N.” 

You cocked an eyebrow, incredulous of what she was insinuating. “What do you mean, Mother?” 

“Y/N, you’re married to Kim Taehyung. Do you understand how fantastic that is? For you?” Your mother was on the verge of scoffing, smoothing over her dress as she looked elsewhere. “He’s an incredibly rich man, and considering that life of yours it’s a miracle he ever agreed to marry you.” Your mother relayed nonchalantly as she caught sight of an exquisite vase. 

And there it was, the belittling. You’d mentioned before you were often disparaged and received numerous insults when anything concerned your status as the runaway heiress. But what you failed to mention was the person who claimed the #1 position as your largest and most incessant hater. 

Your mother. 

“Mother, it doesn’t matter to me whether a man is rich or not.” You countered, trying to quell your snippy tone but it was as grand a fail your mother was at being a mother. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Unlike you, I’m not obsessed with my husband’s money.” You almost spat with crossed arms, only this comment causing her to turn towards you. 

“Excuse me? I’m your mother, watch your tone a little.” She scolded quite lightly, before returning to inspect a painting. 

You scoffed, “My mother...” you repeated under your breath, rolling your eyes. 

“No mumbling, Y/N. Speak up.”

“I said it’s funny you’re referring to yourself as my mother.” You voiced clearer.

“And why is that so funny?” You could visibly see your mother failing to control her temper with you, masking it all behind a fake smile she mastered ages ago. 

“Because you’ve been anything but a mother.” You retorted, knowing exactly what this conversation was leading into. 

An argument.

“And you’ve been daughter of the year?” Your mother countered, sarcastic tone cutting the air, and it only made you more irritated. 

“Here we go again, the bad daughter narrative.” You scoffed. “Find something new to argue, will you?” You narrowed your eyes.

“And you believe your bad mother narrative is any better?” She sneered back. “I’ve even come to visit you yet this it how you’re treating me. When will you ever learn to be grateful?”

“Please, you chose a vacation over your own daughter’s wedding.” You held a hand up, gesturing against her audacity. “And when have I ever been ungrateful? I don’t remember biting the hand that fed me.” 

“No, Y/N, you didn’t bite the hand that fed you, you completely neglected and abandoned it.” She claimed, drawing closer towards your direction. “You left this family to pursue your own selfish desires. You’re the very definition of ungrateful.” 

“Excuse me? Definition?” 

“Yes, definition. You threw everything your father worked so hard for away. All he ever wanted was to provide his family with a comfortable life, but you instead wasted his efforts and made everyone's lives so much harder. Do you really think I’ll forgive you for what you did to your older brother?” Your mother voiced in an accusatory tone, bringing up an age old argument you knew was going to ravage any peace between you two. 

“That was not my fault, he was already due for the same thing in Korea, it doesn’t matter if he’s in the U.S now.” You argued back. 

“It’s all your fault! You’re the reason Yoongi hasn’t been able to come home in years! You ruined his entire life by making him uproot and take over the U.S faction when it was your role. Your decision to leave forced him into it!” 

“So you’d rather have my life uprooted and ruined than your precious son’s?”

“Because my son isn’t like you! He isn’t selfish at all, Yoonie is a hard-working man who’s always listened to me and your father, always rightfully prioritized the company. But you? You’ve only ever made things worse. You’re completely useless, all you do is tear this family apart. Your father has to pick up your work, you keep your brother out of this country and give me years worth of stress!” Your mother shouted louder than she should’ve, angry as her eyes revealed searing frustration, contempt. 

You were trying to negate the hurt you felt by her words, having trained yourself to endure their sharp sting, though no matter how many times you heard them, it never made it any easier. 

“Oh please, your favouritism is showing, mother.” You remarked with near tears, her disregard for you so disturbingly apparent it left your eyes watering. 

“Yoongi has always loved his work and the company, but I never have. When will you understand that? If I’ve ruined our family so much why have I never heard these same words from Dad or Yoongi? They’ve always supported me, understood and loved me regardless of what life I chose. Why can’t you do the same? Why can’t you just try to understand me for once?” 

“Because there’s nothing to understand. You’re an heiress to this family, you are meant to live for this company and this company only. You owe your father and I your life, nothing has ever been yours. The least you could do to pay us back is by rightfully working at the company and not being as much of a disappointment as you are now.” You mother’s tone was strict and resolute, utterly fed up with you.

“Cry me a river, mother. I don't owe you a single thing. You’re one to talk about working alongside Dad and the company, all you’ve ever done is use his money without a single care for his work.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me, Mother, all you do is use Dad for his money. You know next to nothing about business or the company and have the least amount of right to lecture me about it. At least I’m not a woman who mooches off somebody and lives recklessly!” You snapped back at her with tears just pooling your lash line, arms crossed tightly holding your chest where it felt your heart would collapse.  

“Do you understand who you’re talking to? Speak with respect, Y/N, I am your mother.” She tried to finalize, but you weren’t having any of it. 

“And I could care less. You’ve never once done anything to warrant that title. All you’ve ever done is travel the world and bathe in the luxuries your husband affords you without ever being there for me or Yoongi. It was always dad despite being so busy, it was never you. You weren't even there for my wedding, when I needed my mother the most. No, you’re someone who’d rather use your rich husband and forget he’s a person.” Your voice was shaking at this point, practically rattling. “You may not have been there for my wedding, but I would never do that to my husband.” You let everything out without a care at the point, flooding the tense air. 

Your mother seemed to completely lose it at this, her tone scarily still as she gritted through her teeth. “You wouldn’t do that to your husband, really? Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing right now?” 

You flashed her an incredulous look. “Pardon?”

“You’re married to one of the richest men in Seoul, and you think you’re not doing the same thing? Whose house do you live in? Whose food do you eat? Whose lavish lifestyle do you now get to relish in? It’s all your husband’s, not yours.” Your mother was practically spitting venom at this point, scoffing. “I must say, your quest for independence is interesting, having landed you in the exact same place you always berated me for. Look where you are now, mooching off your rich husband.” 

If words could dagger you in the heart and looks could kill, you’d surely be 6 ft. under by now.

Years, years you’ve been stuck in this constant loop of back and fourth with your mother, arguing the same 5 things you could never see eye-to-eye on. And no matter what she said, no matter the insults, the belittling, the verbal abuse she always spat your way; you’d grown used to it. Her words became normal, second nature to you and so you easily drowned them out. Her insults became useless weapons you simply dodged and avoided. 

But this, this was where your mother won. 

Her words dawned a laughable sense of irony on you, nearly physically reeling as though someone had punched you in the gut at the realization. It was raw agony, the very prospect you’d spent the entirety of this ordeal evading. 

To think the same independence you fought so gravely for, can so easily be erased and forgotten all due to marrying a rich CEO. It felt pathetic, unfair you had no choice but to marry Taehyung. It wasn’t his fault he was rich, neither was it yours. 

It was just coincidence, pure and utter coincidence. But to think this very coincidence would be the reason your stomach is churning and self-worth is collapsing; it was fucking unfortunate, miserable. 

“Leave my house, this instance.” There was no emotion in your voice, it was flat, vision clouded.

“What did you say to me?” 

“I said get out!” You yelled, the shrill in your voice evidence of tears. “I don’t ever want to see you again!” 

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me! I’m your mother!” 

“You’re not my mother at all, you’re the worst excuse of one. Leave my house!” 

“It’s not your house, Y/N! It’s your husband’s, and you will end up living the same life as me, using your husband for his money!” Your mother had somehow made her way over to you, having the audacity to push you back by your arms, driving her point home by the act of aggression. 

You gritted through your teeth, eyes teary. “I’ll never be like you, I’ll never be a cheap woman who only stays with a man for his money. A woman who probably cheats on her husband with wealthy men in other countries!”

This was the moment your mother gasped scandalously, becoming so irate she didn’t hesitate to raise her hand and slap you across the face. 

You stood emotionless, not even having the capacity to feel shocked or in pain due to how normal this was. There wasn’t a single unfamiliar thing about the sting of her hand, the way her manicured nails scratched against your skin and worse, the way her wedding ring usually cut into your cheek to produce a small wound. 

It was all too familiar, making you scoff as if this was exactly what you expected from her, exactly what you've always known. 

“You still hit your grown daughter, huh? The last 10 years of it weren’t enough?” You endured the ache, swallowing back tears. You weren’t letting them spill, not at this. 

Not at something as undeserving as your mother. 

“You give reasons to, Y/N.” Your mother simply crossed her arms and looked away, showing the slightest hint of shame though never allowing it to leak into the proud and egotistical persona she assumed around you. 

A suffocating silence pierced the air, looming for some time until you spoke. 

“Leave this house, mother. I beg of you.” You pleaded, not out of desperation, though out of sheer tiredness. Tiredness of the same argument and the same insults you always directed each other, tired of the same outcomes that only ever lead to more bitterness tainting your relationship. “Don’t make this any worse, we’ve probably disturbed Taehyung upstairs.” 

Your mother looked at you with lightly raised eyebrows, inquiring. “He’s home?” 

You nodded faintly. “Yeah, so leave.” 

“Am I not allowed to meet him?” Your mother seemed offended. 

“No, you’re not.” You stated firmly, not caring about the sliver of respect you thought you had for her and instantly pushing her towards your front entrance, nabbing her shoes along the way. 

“What are you-” She didn’t even get to finish her sentence before you swung the front door open, guiding her outside and shoving her shoes in her hands. 

She was about to retort until you shut the door on her, locking it. You leaned against the wood as you heard her protests, not minding her calls as you allowed your constrained tears to finally stream down your face. 

It was too much, she was too much. 

Why could your mother never see eye-to-eye with you? Why couldn’t she be a normal mother? Why couldn’t she be supportive? All she ever did was preach how useless you were, how selfish and ungrateful your very existence was.

Of course someone like her could never understand, never understand the value of autonomy and achieving something for yourself; she’s never once done anything along those lines in her entire life. 

Her words ran deeper today than they ever have, sending a stifling feeling to swarm your chest, your self-esteem and everything alike collapsing along with your pride.

It hurt, it really did. To hear those words from the very woman meant to love you so dearly, so unconditionally only exacerbated the pain. It made you jealous of every child you was gifted with a kind mother, not daring to curse anyone for it but simply feel it was unfair. Even Taehyung had such a warm and loving mother. 

Maybe that’s why Taehyung was so warm. 

Taehyung. 

You realized you were out in the open shedding tears where he could possibly see you, trying to silence the sobs that escaped your lips. You only failed, agony tightening your chest and growing more painful the more you held it all in. So you clutched your hand to your mouth and made straight for the kitchen sink, running the water loudly enough to drown out the sounds of you candidly crying. 

Your cheek still stung, your heart ached and your mind spun endlessly, all while trying to desperately rid yourself of the worthless feeling inside you. 

And it didn’t work. 

Taehyung had been working, scrolling through his laptop as he diligently reviewed status reports, only to have a notification brighten his phone screen. He flashed his occupied vision towards it and caught sight of his security system alerting him of his front door. 

He grew curious knowing the housekeepers were shopping for groceries at this hour, causing him to tap the notification and display the camera feed of his front porch. He was welcomed by a woman he’s never seen, peaking his curiosity. 

He almost rose from his seat until he saw the woman turn towards the door in accordance with you opening it, assuming you most likely knew her as she smiled brightly and ventured comfortably into the home. 

Taehyung shrugged it off and returned to his tedious reading, staring at the practically blurring lines of text until he eventually began hearing raised voices from downstairs, his ajar doors and grand home producing an echoing effect that reached his study. 

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow as he grew slightly worried, discerning it didn’t sound like a friendly conversation. He abandoned his work and made towards the doors of his study, peaking towards the direction of his stair railings that overlooked the first floor of his home. 

More of the conversation became apparent, and Taehyung instantly identified it sounded more like a negatively charged argument than a conversation. His eyebrows furrowed the more he listened, knowing it was bad manners to eavesdrop though finding himself doing so anyways. 

“You heard me, Mother, all you do is use Dad’s money. You know next to nothing about business or the company...” Taehyung’s eyebrows shot to the sky, realizing you were speaking to your mother; the same woman you explicitly expressed was to be avoided at all costs and even winced at the mention of. 

He couldn’t forget that from the first time he met you. 

“...Speak with respect, Y/N, I am your mother. ” The crudeness in your mother’s voice was already indicative of your ill relationship, the harshness sounding like second nature. 

Taehyung grimaced. 

“...All you’ve ever done is travel the world and bathe in the luxuries your husband affords you without ever being there for me or Yoongi...” Yoongi? As in your brother, Min Yoongi? Taehyung only loosely recalled Min Yoongi lived and worked in the States, where he headed your father’s lucrative faction there.

He’d only met the mellow, though diligent man a couple times before.

“...I would never do that to my husband.” Despite the intense situation, Taehyung felt the slightest tinge of pride hearing you refer to him as your husband.  

“You wouldn’t do that to your husband? Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing right now?” 

Oh fuck, Taehyung thought. This isn’t going anywhere good. 

“You’re married to one of the richest men in Seoul, and you think you’re not doing the same thing? Whose house do you live in? Whose food do you eat?...”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Taehyung became alarmed, silently drawing his index finger and thumb over his lips in frustration. You didn’t need to hear this, it was complete bullshit. Your situation with him was different, it was forced and coerced. Taehyung could tell you were someone who truly didn't favour using someone else’s money, and knew you were trying your damn hardest to adjust to the idea itself having to spend your life with him. 

He rushed out into the hallway where he began pacing, trying his hardest to contain himself and hope that you wouldn’t take your mother’s words to heart. Was this why you were so adamant about the fucking card? Because you had to hear shit like this from your mother? 

This was only going to undo the work he’d successfully laid out, thinking it would erase any convincing he had done about his money and what’s his is yours. This was bad news, he didn’t want you thinking any of your mother’s words were true. 

They simply weren’t. 

“Leave my house, this instance.”

“What did you say to me?”

“I said get out! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

Taehyung was becoming anxious, the argument was clearly escalating and he felt uneasy, an incessant feeling bothering his chest. 

There it was again, that same sense of protection he felt when he saw you practically shaking talking to that Kisoo guy. He didn't understand why it manifested, or why he felt it so emphatically. All he knew was after hearing the way your voice nearly cracked, unstable and troubled as you grew more emotional, he felt the strong feeling to oddly.. rescue you? 

It’s like he wanted to bolt down the stairs, physically stand in between the argument and force your mother out of the house, all while trying to persuade you what she said wasn't true. 

Why did he feel this way? This was none of his damn business, had absolutely nothing to do with him yet if it weren't for half the mind he had, he could’ve found himself racing down the stairs to defend you.

Taehyung shivered at the thought, shaking it off.

“... you will end up living the same life as me, using your husband for his money!”

“I’ll never be like you, I’ll never be a cheap woman who only stays with a man for his money. A woman who probably cheats...”

And not long after he heard the slap, evidently hard and painful in just it’s sound. Taehyung immediately froze in his tracks, halting his pacing as worry blossomed in his chest. He prodded over to hide against the edge of the wall that connected to his staircase, able to peak at the sight of both you and your mother stood before the front foyer. 

Taehyung felt pissed within seconds, again unable to decipher why he felt the need to protect you. Though what he did know was that he felt bothered, never wanted anyone to hurt you and he hated the very thought of it. 

Maybe it was because of his considerate personality again, or maybe it really was because of you. 

What made Taehyung grow even angrier, though, was the way you reacted, listening to you dub this as something that happened often, and he was uber pissed now. 

You didn’t fucking deserve that at all. 

It took him no time to understand your apprehension and natural disliking for your mother, wanting himself to never have to converse with her. He would most likely be rude and curt, replaying the same vile words she really had the nerve to say to her own daughter. Scratch that, his wife. 

Yeah, Taehyung thought. My wife shouldn’t be treated like this. 

He knew it was wrong, impolite of him to assume and judge a person so openly based on their cover, though Taehyung could tell these were your mother’s true colours, and any other persona she assumed would only be a farce. 

Taehyung watched as you simply shoved your mother out of the house, shutting the door only to lean against it and allow the tears you’d hidden to fall down your cheeks. Taehyung turned his back and leaned against the wall, concealing himself to give you privacy. 

He knew it was already rude to have eavesdropped, even ruder to look on at such a vulnerable moment. It was rude because he wouldn’t even be able to comfort you, only watch as a dumb-founded bystander; rendered useless because it wasn’t his place to console you.

He knew nothing about you.

He really didn’t know your situation, the relationship you had with your mother. He couldn’t step on your toes and give you advice as if he knew you, nor supply you with words that would make you feel better; contemplating he’d possibly never be able to. 

He wasn’t your remedy, he wasn’t your muse, just a man you were forced to marry and now have to live with. A man who stripped you of your independence, ruined your life all just by his mere existence.

 And so Taehyung found even more reasons to not rush to you, simply leave you on your own knowing he was partly the reason for your pain, your suffering. That your mother only said such things because of him, that she only insulted you because of him. 

So he found himself retreating, walking carefully back to his study to mind his own business and continue his work, complete it as though nothing happened. 

But as each step seemed to grow longer, heavier, he found himself unable to retreat. Unable to function knowing you were probably hurting, unable to ignore you and so blatantly turn his back on you. 

So in a hasty, irrational decision, Taehyung found himself turning on his heel and rushing towards the staircase. 

You continued to sob quietly, thinking if you just let it all out now, cried just about hard enough all the sorrow would leave your body. So that’s what you did, bit your lips to contain the aching feeling in your chest as your throat seemed to constrict, swallowing all your feelings down in an attempt to poorly control them. 

You were in your own world, the sink’s water masking any noise behind you, and so when somebody’s hand reached out to rest against your shoulder, you were completely startled. You jumped, quickly shutting the water in a flash and refusing to look back at the culprit to save your pride. 

Whoever it was, they couldn’t see you like this. 

Though when you heard his dulcet, deep voice calling your name, you knew exactly who it was.

“Y/N?”

You straightened yourself up, breathing out the emotions ravaging your chest and stabilizing your voice to address him. “Hey, Taehyung. What um.. what are you doing here?” 

Taehyung could hear your solemn attempt to cover everything up, feeling your sense of embarrassment practically fill the air. 

“Nothing, just.. wanted to see you.” Taehyung said, unsure of how to approach this.

“You’re probably busy. You should go back to work.” You tried hard to sound okay while you practically swallowed back tears, clutching the counter of the sink.

“It’s alright, not important.” Taehyung waved it off, letting his hard remain on your shoulder seeing you didn’t reject him. A beat of silence lingered until he spoke again.

“Can you look at me, Y/N?” There was no pressure in his voice, just the same soft consideration you’d heard at the hotel suite a couple nights ago.

And you hated it, hated that it made you want to give in, want to so easily follow his request and bare to him whatever he wanted.

Until your last braincell kicked in. 

“I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m really sorry if I interrupted your work. Please go back to your study.” You voiced just barely above a shaky tone, trying your absolute hardest to sound just fine, seem okay. But the more Taehyung spoke, the more you felt your defense mechanisms slowly coming undone.

And you knew he knew.

“I wasn't interrupted.” He stated normally, his voice natural and yet he sounded so.. comforting? He was simply responding to you and yet his voice and presence seemed to soothe the sharp ache in your chest. 

It was fucking poetic. 

“I’m sure I did, Taehyung. Just please, return to your work.” 

“I don’t need to, Y/N, I can stay here.” He was firm as he stood behind you, measly hand against your shoulder and his usually intimidating, towering figure reassuring.

It was odd.

“You shouldn’t. Just go back, Taehyung.” You attempted to voice with more strength, trying to blink tears away and it didn’t convince Taehyung in the slightest.

“I don’t want to. Look at me first.” His voice sounded calm, and it was really like honey. Thick yet sweet, so deep and yet it’s cadence harboured the ability to put anyone at ease.

You shut your eyes tightly, wiping at them hastily to rid any tears as you sniffled and turned around. You were met by his face that slightly softened at the sight of you, eyes seeming to melt as they swirled with consideration, different from his usually unreadable expression. 

“See, I’m fine. You can go back to work.” You plastered a smile on, trying to stand a little more confidently, though Taehyung didn’t budge. 

He only remained, gazing at the features of your face as he seemed to drape his own with a small sense of sadness, like he was upset, maybe even hurt? It was slight, though identifiable. It left you quite speechless, thinking it was all just part of your imagination.

It couldn’t be real.  

But it exactly was as Taehyung’s large hand came up to gently touch the cheek your mother slapped. You didn’t realize it hurt more than it should’ve when you felt a sharp sting at his touch, wincing.

You registered there was probably a visible mark and grew too vulnerable, downright embarrassed for your liking and so you deflected him, smacking his hand away from your face as you looked off to the side. 

“I’m fine, Taehyung.” You declared, and Taehyung didn’t know how to react as his hand came off you, feeling a bit disheartened. He simply wanted to help, and he didn’t want to leave without doing so.

So he still looked at you, eyes possibly growing sympathetic though it could’ve been a figment of your imagination again.

“You didn’t deserve that.” He voiced soft in sound, though resolute in nature.

Taehyung was having trouble choosing what he could say without overstepping, invading a part of you he probably shouldn’t. 

“I didn’t ask for a pity party, Taehyung. Go back to work.” You said with a more snippy tone than you planned, though found it befitting of your current emotions nonetheless. 

“I’m not pitying. I’m..” Taehyung struggled for a word until you answered. 

“What, caring?” You scoffed, “Please, Taehyung, you don’t have to care like my real husband, it’s only on paper-”

“But I am your real husband.” Taehyung emphasized, his serious eyes meeting yours. “It’s on paper and in real life, so I think I’m allowed to care.” Taehyung retorted with narrowed eyes finding he liked that sentence, liked what it had to convey because it was damn true. 

Taehyung decided on reaching for your arms to drive his point home, though watched as you again, naturally retracted from him. You still seemed to refuse him, didn’t see him in a good enough light to not cower away. 

And he still fucking hated it. 

Taehyung went for it anyway and gripped your arms when you began to draw away, catching you. The action nearly demanded you look into his eyes, and found yourself doing exactly so. 

“Y/N, first, don’t be scared of me, please?” His eyes grew soft. “I seriously-I really hate it. I would never..” Taehyung trailed as his vision fell to the side of your face, eyes seeming to reflect concern.

You were completely surprised, watching him unmask a plethora of emotion you didn't think he’d so candidly reveal.

Taehyung brought his hand to brush your slightly swollen cheek, continuing. “I would never do this, do anything to scare you. I just wouldn’t.” Taehyung was emphatic and genuine, gently touching the fresh wound on the apple of your cheek.

“I.. know that, Taehyung.” You again felt that same urge to touch his hand that touched you, but you decided against it. “Though I don’t need your pity. This doesn’t hurt, don’t break a sweat about it, please.” You were trying to turn away from his hold but Taehyung didn’t let go, maintaining you in his hands.

“It’s not pity, Y/N. It’s sympathy. This bothers me, okay?”

“I don’t need it. I’ve got myself-” 

“But you’re not alone.” Taehyung suddenly stated seriously, tone permeating the air and you just about froze. You only looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying to decipher what he was trying to say.

“You’re not.. alone, okay? You have me.” He spoke as though he was trying to convey a meaningful message, trying to mark his own words. “In whatever way... you have me.” It was a hesitant claim, but it felt just like when he’d made his promise to you at the altar. 

And suddenly you found yourself giving in, sighing as you registered this was all pretty much an elaborate reflection of the lesson you learned not so long ago.  You and Taehyung are married now, and no matter how that status manifested itself, you had to accept what came with it.

Especially if it meant him.

“Okay.” You replied simply, multiple emotions masked by the plain word. 

Taehyung looked at you a little surprised you’d actually accepted that, but broke into a genuine grin you hadn’t really seen before. 

And you really did like the way he smiled.

He made you want to smile too, though as your facial muscles worked for the grin your cheek stung, wincing as a result. Taehyung exclaimed within a matter of seconds. “Ah, don’t move.” He cautioned, smiling a little when you chuckled at his overreaction. “Don’t worry, Taehyung. It’s alright.” 

“Alright, my foot.” Taehyung joked, bending down to inspect your wound closer than you expected, and you hid the feeling that shot through you because of his proximity with a nervous laugh, causing you to wince again. 

“Hey, what did I say?” Taehyung chastised you lightly, lips in a straight line as he shook his head disapprovingly. “C’mon, let’s treat this.” 

You immediately whined, feeling too lazy to get something so small and insignificant treated. “Taehyung, it’s not even that bad, why?” You pouted. 

“Cause it’ll leave a mark on your pretty face.” Taehyung smiled innocently, not even caring about the effect it left on you as he found your hand and tugged you along to the second floor. Your eyes only remained widened, never letting up the surprise that took you. 

Did he just call you pretty? 

You let Taehyung lead you to your master bathroom, where he situated you by the counter and shuffled around for his first-aid kit. He finally retrieved the box, dabbing some alcohol onto a cotton swab and bringing it to your face. 

Taehyung just about performed the action until he began struggling bending to your height, wanting to carefully apply the alcohol. So he tried different angles and maneuvered himself around, all coming up useless. “God, why do you have to be so small?” Taehyung huffed under his breath as he stood to his full height, contemplating how he’d accomplish this. 

“I’m not small, you’re just really-” You were about to complete your sentence until Taehyung’s hands suddenly grabbed your waist, lifting you in a single breath and propping you up onto the bathroom counter. You would’ve exclaimed, maybe protest though believed it would’ve made the heat in your face so much more apparent.

“That’s better.” He grinned, biting back a chuckle at your flushed face and widened eyes.  

Those fucking eyes. 

Taehyung then found it easier to apply what he needed, cleaning up the wound precariously before dabbing on some ointment to avoid any scarring, only missing a bandage to place on your cheek. Taehyung searched for one in his kit and drawers, though came up empty-handed. He became puzzled as to where he put his bandages, placing his hands in his pockets to think until he felt the familiar scratch of a wrapper.

He furrowed his eyebrows at first until he figured exactly what it was. 

And he suppressed a stupid grin. 

Taehyung pulled out the wrapper and watched as you avoided eye contact with him, cheeks still clearly warm as you swung your legs on the counter in anticipation of him.

Cute, he thought.

He ripped the wrapper, chucking the garbage aside as he drew close to your face. His breath suddenly fanned you, mere inches from your face with his lips so proximal you were stupidly remembering your kiss from a couple days ago.

He was just so close. So close that you could actually discern he had this pretty little mole on his cheek, even one just underneath his eye, lining his lash line. You smiled realizing he had such unique details, even seeing he had a mono-lid and a double eyelid. Then came his obvious features, his plushy, pink lips, his chocolate eyes, his soft hair and sculpted face structure. It made you want to hide your own face out of near insecurity.

He was just so beautiful.

You watched him as he focused on you, trying to calm down your oddly racing heart, feeling the sensation of his closeness shoot through your body. He smoothed the bandage over your cheek and drew away far too earlier than you wanted.

“There. Apply something before putting a bandage on, right?” He cocked an eyebrow and looked at you knowingly, crossing his arms. 

You immediately smiled at the sentiment, realizing it’s the same line you said to him during your first exchange, and you felt your heart just slightly, slightly flutter at the thought he remembered.

“Right.”

It had been a week since that incident.

Taehyung and yourself had assumed your regular lives, having to drudge back to work after a few days off.

Your mother’s words still lingered around in your head, spoiling your mood here and there though assuming the ever-so healthy manner of simply pushing the mentally detrimental thoughts away, distracting yourself with work. 

You wish you could detail anymore interactions with Taehyung, though they were scarce with how rarely you saw each other. You both either just missed each other, were too busy to pay attention or simply came home too late. Even sleeping together was hit or miss, usually either of you crawling into bed earlier than the other with no real exchanges.

You could say it made you feel just a little sad, though not entirely considering you two were genuinely busy people, Taehyung an even busier person.

That all came to a full stop though one Friday morning, you were seated by the island and staring at your most recent design for a building, iPad pen twirling in hand. You were sipping on coffee when Taehyung pulled out a chair and suddenly startled you, coffee almost spilling.

“Jheez,” you huffed, “you scared me.” 

“Sorry, you were just really focused.” Taehyung apologized as he placed his own iPad down, reading away.

It’d been like this the whole week, you either designing and leading projects at your own job with Taehyung the ever-busy CEO at his own company, causing you both to often sit in each other’s presence though never take your eyes off your screens.

“Hey, I wanted to tell you something.” Taehyung suddenly perked up, stopping his scrolling. 

“Hm?” You looked up. 

“I should’ve told you this sooner, but we have to attend a gala tonight.” Taehyung grimaced at how sudden this seemed, arms crossed as he leaned on the counter.

Did the action really have to make his biceps pop?

Anyway, you were nearly spitting out your drink for the umpteenth time because of Taehyung, eyes blown out at his abrupt news. 

“Wh-what did you just say? Tonight?”

“Yeah, one of friends’ companies. 25th anniversary since establishment.” Taehyung went to bite a piece of his toast with strawberry jam.

You noticed he liked strawberries and didn’t like bread crust, making you want to smile sometimes at the child-like charm he hid underneath his intimidating persona. “They’re holding a huge gala and he’s one of my best friends, we’ll have to attend.”

You eventually came to understanding him, trying to wrap your head around having to suddenly attend such a high-end event. 

“This event is also going to be our first public appearance together. It’s important.” Taehyung stressed, back to scrolling through his iPad. 

“That’s alright. I don’t mind going, it’s just...I don’t think I even have a dress for a gala.” You mentally sifted through your own wardrobe, coming up short once you realized you haven’t been to an extravagant event like that since you were a teenager.

“I know, I bought one for you.”

You should really stop drinking beverages around Taehyung because you can never seem to keep them in your damn mouth. “You bought one? Taehyung..” You whined. “What did I say about giving me things?” 

“Hey, what did I say about giving you things?” He scolded you lightly. “I give you things simply because I want to.”  

You pouted. “Still, you don’t even know my size, when did you even have time?”

“That doesn’t matter. It’ll fit you, don’t worry.” Taehyung sent a smile as he deflected your question and returned to his iPad, not wanting to reveal that he’d secretly referred to your other dresses in your shared closet for your correct measurements.

“But it probably wasted your time. I should’ve gone out and bought it myself.” You felt guilty, realizing it probably made him compromise his work.

“It wasn’t a waste of time.” Taehyung countered, not really liking how you considered yourself not worthy of spending time on.

“I- thank you.” You blurted out before his statement could effect you. “When does the event begin?”

“7. You should try getting off work early to get ready.” Taehyung suggested, sipping his tea as he looked at you.

“Oh God, I’m gonna have to doll myself up. I haven’t done that in ages.” You held a hand to your mouth, trying to digest the fact you’d probably have to look like a trophy wife. 

“I could get you a makeup artist and hair stylist.” Taehyung offered. 

“No, it’s okay. I think I’ll be fine. I just haven’t been to a gala in a long time.” You felt surprised about the fact yourself. “I’m gonna have to meet so many people.” 

“You will, but I’ll be there.” Taehyung assured, glancing up at you.

“Of course, but you won’t be with me the entire night. I’ll have to brush up on my rich people skills.” You blew a raspberry, knowing you had great interpersonal skills but just didn’t like acting so fake all the time. 

“I won’t leave, just stick with me the whole night.” Taehyung stated as he absentmindedly held his index finger to his lips reading an email, quite goddamn illegally if you had to say so yourself. 

“I will.” You confirmed, erasing at a line on your iPad. “Will you come home early too?”

Taehyung clicked his tongue disappointingly. “I will but just barely on time. Friday’s mean meetings for me, so I can’t leave early. I’ll get ready at work, come back inside the house to get you.”

“Okay.” You’re not sure why you felt suddenly sad he wouldn’t be home earlier. Maybe it was just the usual feeling of not wanting to be alone, because God forbid you actually started getting used to Taehyung’s presence. 

Taehyung rose from his seat and cast his iPad to the side, sliding on his suit jacket as he glanced at his watch, checking the time. You noticed yourself and flashed your vision to your iPad, gawking at the time and realizing you could be late. 

“Oh shit, I have to go.” 

“Me too, I’ll see you tonight, okay?” Taehyung confirmed as he made his way to the front door, fixing his sleeve. You propped off your own seat and began walking towards the stairs, just about ascending until Taehyung suddenly called your name. 

“Y/N!” He peeked out from the front door, seconds from leaving. 

“Yes?” 

“I hope you like the colour, it’s one of my favourites.” Taehyung smiled sweetly, sending his last farewell before he dashed out of the house. 

Your eyebrows shot up and practically gawked, immediately running up the stairs thinking of where to find this dress. He had to have hidden it from you considering he’s been doing so ever since he mysteriously bought it. 

You instinctively rushed into your shared bedroom to grab a scrunchy for the day, all distracted until you caught sight of a white box adorned with a black bow sitting atop your bed. 

Your eyes went wide just reading the infamous label. 

Chanel. 

You had to physically keep from flooring yourself, in disbelief he’d purchased you a Chanel dress. You were even more fearful to uncover it, the information of him buying it himself raking your brain. 

It was even his favourite colour, nearly swooning at the fact he chose for you to wear his favourite colour. So you made your way over to the box hesitantly, untying the ribbon and casting the lid aside cautiously, only to audibly gasp. 

Your eyes fell to a ruby red dress with a delicate V neckline, completely blown away he chose such a bold colour for you to wear. 

You carefully grabbed the dress to take it out of its box, revealing more to discover it was a floor-length gown. It produced a small train though lifted in the front to reveal the shoes you’d wear, the skirt of plain, thick fabric until you saw the torso area; light beading expanding from the stomach area eventually leading into the skirt. 

Shock wasn’t even the correct word to use, you were stunned, completely taken by his choice. The dress was simply gorgeous, beautiful in its own right and you were almost too afraid to wear it. 

Nonetheless, this event was important to Taehyung, so you took a deep breath, tucked the dress back into its box and mentally prepared yourself for the day ahead. 

It was bordering 6:30 now. 

You’d successfully left work early, around the 2 o’clock mark to come home and indulge in a 4 hour self-care routine. It’d seriously been too long since you last attended an event similar to this, grand in size and visited by at least a hundred people. 

It reminded you of your engagement party, though not entirely since there would paparazzi and would be your first real appearance with Taehyung ever since your wedding. 

And quite frankly, you really wanted look better than you did then. You labelled it pretty much a disaster since you were a catatonic mess regretting all her life choices, probably looking unappealing in all your photos. 

Along with knowing the impact Taehyung has, not only in the business world but in general also left you wanting to up your game. You were his wife now, and that came with a high amount of scrutiny and criticism having nabbed one of the most eligible bachelor’s in Korea.

You’d already given up ever checking any articles and avoided social media, knowing that there would be inevitably nasty and judgmental comments. This night was important though, where you’d flank him as the women he’s so-called ‘in love with’ or the ‘love of his life’. 

It also dawned on you Taehyung in fact had a high-valued reputation to uphold, and so did you as his wife. 

So as you stood before the mirror in the walk-in closet, inspecting your dress, you contemplated how you’d survive this night, how you would act as the perfect, most suitable wife to Taehyung. 

You really wanted to hide your face out of how dolled up you looked; your makeup was on the elegant side, not heavy but brushed up to look soft, completed with red lipstick that matched your dress and hair set around your face in loose waves. 

The dress looked almost embarrassingly good on you, Taehyung somehow having chosen the right sized dress as it hugged your every curve right, accentuating the right parts of your body and even the V neckline not dipping too low, but showing quite the generous amount of skin. 

You couldn’t stop blushing at all. 

Taehyung had finally arrived at the house, rushing inside quickly registering he was cutting the time close. “Y/N! I’m home!” he called for you, quickly checking his appearance in a mirror as he smoothed pieces of his parted hair, curling just before his eyes and revealing some forehead.

“I’m in our room!” 

He approved his own look in the mirror and jogged up the stairs, mentally preparing himself before he’d have to see you in the dress he chose, almost excited about it. 

He’d simply loved it at first sight, and couldn’t stop pondering what the striking colour would look like on you. So as Taehyung entered your bedroom, he became confused finding it empty. He then ventured further inside, catching sight of the ajar closet door and light beaming through. 

He sauntered over carefully, peeking inside and Taehyung’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor, almost stupidly. 

His eyes fell to you standing in front of the mirror, fidgeting as you looked at yourself in the dress with the back of it undone. 

And Taehyung had never seen anything more pretty in his life. 

He was speechless for the umpteenth time because of you, not even knowing how to begin a sentence because he might sound like a second grader if he did. So all Taehyung could muster up the literacy to say was “Wow.” 

You turned around instantly, eyes looking as though you were a deer caught in headlights. Taehyung’s eyes widened even more peering at the elegant front, jaw almost slack as he scanned over your body.

“T-Taehyung.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say. 

Taehyung still seemed to be struggling a little, eyes glued to you until he cleared his throat and looked away. “Um, yeah?” 

“S-sorry, but.. could you actually..?” And you did it again, angling your back towards Taehyung to call to the zipper of your dress. You really couldn’t try zipping it yourself, which left it sitting comfortably just at your lower back, your skin exposed to Taehyung. 

You could visibly see Taehyung flash his eyes to your skin until he looked elsewhere, nodding as he licked his lips. “Sure.” 

You watched him near you, his face blank as he took a handful of your hair and softly placed in front of you. He then brought his hand against your side to hold you in place, his other working for the zipper. It was another case of his rather hot breath fanning your back, almost teasingly zipping up your dress by simple inches. 

He was close again, closer than he’s been in a week and you sincerely hated it always affected you in some way. It made your chest flutter, suck in a breath you didn’t even need to hold in. You relaxed when Taehyung finally finished, his hands gripping your arms from behind as he looked at you through the mirror.

And for some odd reason, he liked how your heights contrasted each other. 

He had the slightest hint of a smile, eyes seeming to gleam with something you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“You look pretty.” He said, gazing at you through the reflection and you had to physically stop from beaming like an idiot. Your chest fills with butterflies, face collecting with heat at his compliment. 

How could an Adonis like him call you pretty?

You bit your lip, gazing up at his taller, impeccably dressed reflection as you admired him, his every feature crafted to a degree of perfection that left you in awe. 

“You look really handsome.” You complimented, watching his lips just about curve into a smile that met his eyes, and you wish he didn’t have to look so handsome when he smiled too. 

“Thank you.” He voiced before turning you around by your arms to face him. “Make sure you wear a coat tonight, it’s cold.” He informed, you nodding until your quick eyes spotted his tie loosened by just a centimeter, throwing you off. 

“Oh, your tie.” You exclaimed quietly, reaching for it without a thought and pushing it upwards, angling it to perfection. Taehyung suddenly froze, unexpecting of you doing such a thing and so proximal his nose flooded with your perfume, liking the scent. 

Peonies. 

He tensed with an unknown feeling until your gazes locked on each other, simply looking to look while your hands remained on his tie. He realized more than a second passed and Taehyung scrambled for something to say, sputtering.

“I’ll uh.. I’ll be waiting out front.” He assured as he stepped away, exiting the room quickly and leaving you to your lonesome. 

This was gonna be one hell of a night, you thought.

“Remember, there’s going to be a lot of cameras and people here. We’ll really need to act like a couple.” Taehyung sat beside you in the back of an Escalade, manspreading in all his glory and you were sincerely glad he couldn’t read your mind.

“Got it, let’s give em’ a show.” You cheered with your little fists, determined as the car arrived at the lavish venue. 

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Taehyung mimicked your action. “Don’t worry about getting nervous, I’m there.” He assured for good measure, gauging your affirmation.  

You nodded as you took a deep breath, smoothing over your dress and fixing your hair. Taehyung unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned into you, speaking near your ear. “I’ll get out first and open the door for you, wait here.” You tensed at the action before nodding again, Taehyung making his way out the car. 

He then opened your door as promised within seconds, greeting you with a warm smile as he held out his hand for you. You grinned back at him affectionately as you took it, adjusting your dress to step onto the concrete. 

You were met by dozens of camera flashes and a yelling crowd, shouting various things you couldn’t quite make out. You were almost distracted by it and felt a small sense of anxiety creep up you, until Taehyung pulled you flush against his side, hand curving around your waist.

You smiled up at him in accordance, and he beamed back as he walked you two down the carpet leading into the venue, casually ignoring all the noise and people. 

Taehyung guided you inside safely to where you were welcomed by a beautiful looking hall, pristine and extremely elegant. It was surely fitting for a grand gala. Your eyes caught a small crowd of photographers in the foyer snapping photos at a certain wall with a backdrop, curiosity dawning on you as Taehyung led you towards the coat check. 

“What’s happening there?” You pointed towards the scene. 

“Oh, exclusive press.” He snuck a look, stripping off his coat. “They’re the ones I was talking about, they’re gonna take pictures of us.” Taehyung answered distracted as he retrieved your coat and gave both to the coat checker, smiling a thank you. 

You didn’t even have time to really respond as Taehyung dragged you to the very scene, the pair of you next to have photos taken. You tried to process the whole thing as he walked you over, mentally preparing to look your best until Taehyung suddenly whispered lowly in your ear again. 

And again, it sent shivers down your spine. 

“Just smile and hold me, okay?” Your chest fluttered for an odd reason, nodding back to him as he brought you in front of the line of photographers. 

You stayed true to your promise and tucked an arm around his torso as the other draped his chest, closest to him as you could. Taehyung almost settled next to you until he felt something at his feet, noticing he was nearly stepping on your gown. 

He broke away from you, unexpectedly bending down to catch the skirt of your dress and delicately fix it behind you. You heard the hushed exclamations of the photographers, most of them doting on his considerate act as you just about protested, though suddenly remembered Taehyung’s words from today. 

It was probably better to stay silent. 

So you simply smiled as you watched Taehyung adjust your dress, feeling a warm sensation spread across your chest when he returned even though it most likely was for show, his hands coming back on you. 

This time you didn’t try to suppress anything, allowing some of your feelings to manifest into a real smile, remembering you were to appear as a couple anyway. 

And whether or not there was some truth to your expressions, was anyone really keeping track?

You two began posing for the photographers, smiling in all directions and clutching onto each other closely. You occasionally tried different angles to look better, everything going smoothly until you heard someone shout out, eyes widening as a result.

“Kiss her!” 

It wasn’t long before the other photographers began agreeing, encouraging Taehyung to kiss you and you had no clue how he would react. You were slightly biting your lip as you were occupied avoiding eye contact, that was until Taehyung quietly called you.

“Y/N, look at me.” 

“Hm?” You instinctively responded and looked up at him, completely taken by surprise when Taehyung suddenly planted a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes visibly went wider, only his chest to stare at until he eventually disconnected.

He returned his eyes to you and grinned at your wide-eyed reaction, suddenly reminding you. “Smile,” he encouraged with the flash of his own boxy grin, wanting to see you smile. 

And it damn well worked. 

Taehyung was right about the size of this gala. 

Huge. 

It was grand, the entire hall seeming to be spat right out of a castle with about a hundred fancy-looking people inside. You thought it would’ve been uninteresting and difficult to communicate with others tonight and put on your best fake smile, though the night’s atmosphere amassed with champagne, good food and great conversationalists left you in a better mood than you expected. 

It was actually quite fun, finding yourself genuinely conversing with the people Taehyung dragged you to meet, keeping to your promise of staying right by his side the whole night, and he kept his, never having left you. 

You’d met various people, having gotten familiar to Taehyung’s high-status world of business and relations. Long story short, Taehyung knew a lot of people, and you were surprised at how extroverted he suddenly seemed.  

He was practically a social butterfly, not having forgotten a single name of who he spoke to along with somehow remembering personal details about their lives. It left you impressed, joining along with his light-hearted conversation with your own extrovert tendencies. 

Everyone you’d met had been nice so far, but by far the most amusing people you’d met had to have been Taehyung’s 5 best friends, the same ones you’d seen in his photographs. 

“Y/N, this is Kim Namjoon and Seokjin, they’re brothers.” 

Both tall and quite frankly broad men greeted you warmly, one of them having a nice dimply smile while the other was far too handsome to be looked at for free. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” They said after another, reaching out to shake your hand. “We’re co-CEOs of one of Korea’s largest private airline.” Namjoon of the two informed.   

“Likewise. And wow, that’s impressive.” You complimented. “Might I also say, you’re both.. tall.” You had to almost crane your neck to meet their eyes, thankful for the heels you were wearing as the group laughed at your remark. 

“Perhaps, though you’re quite short yourself, Y/N.” Seokijn commented light-heartedly, causing you to playfully pout and retort him. “Oh c’mon, I hear that from Taehyung already, not you too.” You giggled, absentmindedly leaning into Taehyung as he tensed, your body pressing into his. 

“It’s cause Taehyung likes short girls, teasing means he likes you.”  A built looking man with longer hair suddenly joked, nudging Taehyung with his elbow.

“Shut up, Jungkook. I was gonna give you a proper introduction, not anymore.” Taehyung scolded, though Jungkook persisted. 

“Well, you just said my name, that’s already half the intro.” Jungkook then gently took your hand, placing a chaste kiss against the back of it you didn’t expect at all. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Korea’s largest game development company.” Jungkook sent you a kind smile and it was hard to not compare him to a bunny, his teeth reminding you of one. 

“Yah, don’t do that” Taehyung swatted Jungkook’s hand away, protesting disapprovingly. 

“Woah, did Taehyung just get jealous?” Namjoon inquired shocked.

“Somebody get their phone out, we’ll need evidence I didn’t hit him first.” Jungkook held up his hands in mock surrender. 

“Jungkook, the only thing we’re finding in our phones is videos of you nibbling on carrots.” Taehyung quipped and it made the group chortle, yourself speaking up at the mention of a rabbit. 

“Actually, I was thinking you resemble a bunny.” You simply wanted to voice an observation, though it sent the whole group into a frenzy. 

“See Jungkook! Other people notice it too!” A man you hadn’t been introduced to yet suddenly burst out, though you could automatically tell he gave off this radiant energy that was infectious. 

He almost felt like the sun. 

“Whatever, Hoseok, you’re like a squirrel.” Jungkook countered and you digested the man’s name for information. 

“And you’re a rabbit, you better buy me what we wagered.” Hoseok scolded from what you could assume, was the younger of the two. 

“Wagered? I don’t remember anything about that.” Jungkook feigned innocence as he looked off to the side.

“Jungkook, we were all there that day, you owe Hoseok a vending machine.” Namjoon spoke up, laughing through the remark. 

“Guys. Y/N is literally right here, we didn’t even introduce ourselves properly.” A man with a fairly sweet voice interjected. He had such soft visuals, almost similar to an angel if you wanted to be honest. 

He then looked to you with a sweet smile, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Park Jimin, CEO of Park Hotels & Resorts”

“This is his event.” Taehyung informed.

“Ohh, nice to meet you!” You perked up, his aura making you feel all comfortable and giggly, there was just something about his bubbly energy. 

The man named Hoseok then extended his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Jung Hoseok. Sorry for the late introduction, but I basically own a bunch of famous clubs across Korea.” He laughed all dimply and warm, and he really did remind you of the sun. 

“Oh wow, hopefully we’ll get to visit sometime! Clubs are so fun.” You lit up, all excited about a good club scene until Taehyung ruined your fun. 

“Nuh uh, not after your little drunk scene at our engagement party.” Taehyung looked down at you and chastised. 

“Taehyung, it wasn’t even that much. Don’t be dramatic.” You scolded him back. 

“Alright Miss I’m-Not-A-Lightweight, I almost had to carry you.” 

“I was walking just fine last time I remembered.” You crossed your arms and feigned innocence, Taehyung growing scandalized. 

“Oh really, now?” He cocked an eyebrow, just about to continue until Namjoon interjected. “Looks like married life’s been treating you guys well.” 

“Of course, they look practically in love.” Hoseok beamed sarcastically, gesturing towards you both.

“C’mon, Taehyung, tell us what you love about her. Let’s see the simping.” Jungkook playfully taunted Taehyung, egging him on.  

“Shut up. You all already know our marriage isn’t real.” Taehyung rebutted the younger man, eyes narrowed. 

You were taken aback, eyes flashing to Taehyung. “They know?” 

“Of course they do, your best friend knows too, doesn’t she?” Taehyung was referring to Hana, and you acquiesced realizing he had a point. 

“You know, you guys say it’s a fake marriage but you look pretty close to me.” Jimin pointed towards Taehyung’s arm still hugging around your waist, causing you both to realize and promptly disconnect. 

“No, we aren’t.” You and Taehyung retorted at the same time, vision snapping to each other with shocked eyes. 

“Oh c’mon, Tae, you’re really gonna say about your wife?” Seokjin teased him, playful lilt to his tone. 

“Yeah, Taehyung, just look at her, how aren’t you whipped already?” Jungkook remarked as he gestured towards you, feeling shy as your feet shuffled. 

“I’m not answering that.” Taehyung bit back with an irritated tone, folding his arms as he broke eye contact with the group. 

You decided to lighten the mood. “Guys, please, the only thing Taehyung’s whipped for is his company.” You joked, and despite the small sense of hurt saying that sentence, you felt joy making the men suddenly laugh so loudly. 

Taehyung’s shy and embarrassed expression was even more priceless. 

“Oh my God, Y/N, you’re seriously the perfect match for him.” Hoseok added on as he laughed and you couldn’t help but bite back a smile, not knowing what he meant by that though taking it as a compliment.

“Alright guys, remember we had a mission: operation make-Taehyung-and-Y/N’s-marriage-seem-real-as-fuck.” Jungkook suddenly put on the theatrics and halted the group, changing the conversation. 

“Oh yeah, we had a whole plan, didn’t we?” Jimin remembered. 

“Yup. Gotta prepare them for nosey press and annoying relatives. We should start with questions they’d get asked. Make it like a fake interview or something.” Namjoon suggested, leading along the others as he pretended to hold a microphone. 

“You’re all some of the richest men in Seoul yet you’re acting like children. I don’t know you people.” Taehyung tried waving the men off while you couldn’t help but laugh, finding them the most fun people you’ve encountered. 

Childish or not, they were completely unexpected of what you thought a group of CEOs. They didn’t live up to the cliché uptight and uber sophisticated stereotype, rather open and acted however they chose. 

It was refreshing. 

“It’s cause we’re friends with you, Taehyung.” Hoseok shot back and it made everyone snicker. 

“I got it. Let’s ask them to spill some details about each other only they’d know. Someone’s bound to ask that.” Seokjin reasoned, gauging agreeance from the others. 

“Oh my God, you guys already know our marriage is fake. Why would you make this up?” You asked through a giggle, still finding the situation comical. 

“Sorry Mrs. Kim, but that’s precisely why, and I’m afraid we don’t know what you mean by ‘fake’. Now tell the good press something about Mr. Kim we don’t know.” Jungkook began the skit as he held his fake microphone towards you, the others joining in as though imitating paparazzi. 

“Alright, this is gonna be exclusive, pens ready?” You decided to join them, and they all nodded in confirmation as Taehyung flashed his eyes to you, unprepared for you to play along. 

“Mr. Kim is quite something.” You addressed him formally for effect. “He acts all mysterious and cool, but he’s actually just a cuddler who likes tea and cuts the crusts off his bread.” You relayed with a wide grin, all of them suddenly exclaiming and reacting like a high schooler has just confessed the name of their crush. 

“Oh my God, Tae, seriously? Bread crusts? What are you, like, 3?” Seokjin teased. 

“Hyung, your ears literally turn red when people give you attention. Are you 3?” Taehyung retorted and it only elicited more noise from the group, Seokjin exclaiming defensively and Taehyung bringing a hand up to his forehead, sighing. 

“Guys! Okay, let’s get some real answers here. We gotta know what Y/N would say if someone asked her.. maybe some things she likes about Taehyung. Let’s hear it.” Jimin got everyone back on track, attention on you. 

You smiled nervously and flashed a look towards Taehyung, who still had this arms folded and vision looking off to the side, ignoring the entire situation before him. 

You could tell he was pissed with the way his jaw locked, though the fact that he wasn’t paying attention made you a little more confident. 

Taehyung wasn’t exactly pissed, though if he could bonk all his friends on the head a few times he would. He knew teasing and jokes were all common within the group, he just didn’t expect to be the sole target tonight, and so he decided to smoothly neglect the conversation altogether. 

He was succeeding, not expecting you to answer their question seriously until Taehyung suddenly heard you speak up, surprised eyes flickering to you. 

“Hmm, if I had to say..” You were hesitant, Taehyung shocked you were even answering. 

What would you say? 

“He has nice, big hands.” You admitted softly, Taehyung’s brows raising with surprise. “He has a nice voice, too, and... his smile.” You added as you nodded to yourself, confirming your own list and Taehyung was left damn near speechless once again. 

He didn’t really know how to act, acknowledging his face as the most common thing people liked about him, rarely ever hearing those aspects of himself mentioned. 

And he oddly felt.. nice.

“Awh, now that’s cute, good job, Y/N.” Jungkook praised you, Hoseok then pointing his make-believe mic in Taehyung’s direction. 

“Your turn, Chairman Kim, what do you like most about your wife?” He mimicked an interviewer and everyone followed in accordance, mics shifting towards him. 

“Uhh..” Taehyung became slightly nervous under everyone’s scrutiny, not knowing if he should assume his usual unreadable nature or answer their request truthfully. 

“Tae, dude, if you don’t say anything then I will.” Jungkook declared, just about ready to speak again until you cut him off, snorting. 

“Don’t sweat it, guys. He won’t say anything.” You really knew Taehyung would have nothing to say, so you crossed your arms and became uninterested in the conversation.

Until Taehyung spoke. 

“She does this pouting thing.. with her lips. It’s cute.” Taehyung started, coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly and peer at anything but a pair of eyes. “Her height.. and her eyes. She has nice eyes.” 

The floor had to be tired of you by now, because Taehyung seemed to make you want to fall hard pretty often. You didn’t know what to do, eyes blown and nearly on the verge of choking, unable to believe a Godly being like Taehyung just admitted to liking something about you. 

Is this what it feels like to win at life?

His words kept ringing in your head, melting into a shy mess with your cheeks beyond hot, avoiding eye contact with everyone while Taehyung grew slightly embarrassed, similarly looking off to the side. 

“Holy shit, you guys are actually cute.” Jimin remarked through a chuckle as he  pointed at you both, you and Taehyung mirroring the same look of horror while protesting at the same time. “No we aren’t!” 

And it only made the men crack up even harder. 

It was laugh after laugh as that conversation went on, finding a quick and pleasant liking to Taehyung’s friends. They’d made it clear as day they liked you as well, to be precise they seemed to love you, making playful nudges at Taehyung for saying yes to someone just right for him; and you seriously pondered what that exactly meant. 

It was further into the night now, the gala having picked up in activity and passed the long social hour, now leading into more of a party scene as upbeat music filled the hall. 

You’d stuck with Taehyung the whole night as promised, having met more of the people he knew. The evening had been quite calm, both you and Taehyung having silently, though mutually ignored the conversation from before for sanity purposes, only focusing on the additional people you met. 

Taehyung and yourself had been talking up a storm with Jimin for the past half an hour, Taehyung introducing him as his best friend and getting the full run down of how that came about. It was highly entertaining, listening to mentions of alcohol, 4AM fighting and even an incident with dumplings. 

It had you three laughing merrily while music played, Taehyung’s arm draped around you like it had been for majority of the night, practically hugging you to him. He was elaborating on a story that had something to do with a dream-catcher, all smiles and giggles. 

That was until Taehyung suddenly froze next to you, sight seeming to set on a person behind Jimin and he immediately changed his aura. 

“Jimin, what the fuck? Did you invite him?” Taehyung cocked his head in the general direction, eyes set hard. 

Jimin’s eyebrows shot up and and casually looked behind him, registering the culprit himself and turning back to Taehyung. “Holy shit, no, I didn’t.” 

“Then why is he here?” 

“Fuck, I don’t know, Tae. My parents probably invited him, I’m sorry.” Jimin apologized as he rubbed the back of his neck, growing apprehensive.

“Don’t worry, Jimin. It’s just.. not him, not fucking him.” Taehyung’s voice grew a little darker, almost hateful as his hand gripped around you tighter.  

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?” You asked tentatively, though didn’t exactly get a response since Taehyung became distracted, talking more so to himself. 

“Why the fuck is he here of all people? Of all damn people..” Taehyung scoffed to himself humorlessly, clearly annoyed. 

“Taehyung, who?” 

“Nobody, we’re getting a drink. Jimin, please?” Taehyung and Jimin had a conversation with their eyes, Jimin immediately nodding and moving towards a certain man you barely caught sight off before Taehyung was pulling you away. You tried protesting, but the tightened grip around you and Taehyung’s frustrated expression was enough to shut you up. 

Something was seriously wrong. 

You followed him along quietly until you heard a bit of a commotion behind you, able to distinguish Jimin’s voice protesting. You almost looked back until a stranger suddenly snuck up on Taehyung, draping an arm over him. 

“Kim Taehyung! Where you going? Damn, it’s been long.” The man spoke as he lowered his hand to Taehyung’s back, nearly smacking it as though they were old time buddies. 

Though the expression that painted Taehyung’s face said completely otherwise; he looked extremely irritated, and not the playful type. 

“Hisung, yeah, it has.” Taehyung bleakly acknowledged him, said man with an arm still draped over Taehyung’s shoulders until he shrugged him off harshly, pulling you closer to him protectively.

It made the man direct his attention to you. “Oh, this is your wife, right? Nice to meet you, Han Hisung.” The man smiled and extended his hand, not knowing if you should extend yours until Taehyung blatantly cut the man off, physically blocking his hand. 

“Skip the pleasantries, Hisung, what do you want?” You were shocked to see this emotion on Taehyung; rarely having seen him frustrated, trying to manage his annoyance as he gave Hisung a dead stare, intimidating as ever. 

Though Hisung didn’t cower like everyone else did, seeming to rather thrive.

“I don’t want anything. I can’t just meet your wife?” He coated his tone condescendingly, gesturing towards you. 

“No, you can’t. We’re getting a drink.” Taehyung seriously seemed bothered as he began walking you away with him, the harder squeeze of his hand around you indicating he was either growing more irritated, didn’t want to let you go, or a mix of both. 

“Oh, c’mon.” Hisung pulled Taehyung back by the shoulder but Taehyung becomes irritated, shoving his arm away harshly. 

“Not now, Hisung. Not at Jimin’s event.” Taehyung warned him as though he was crossing a fine line, and you grew afraid of what would occur if that were compromised.  

“What, I’m not doing anything.” Hisung held out his arms, feigning innocence. “I gotta say though, if I wanted one thing it’d be to say your wife’s hot as fuck.” He cocked an eyebrow and began eyeing you in your dress, growing uncomfortable and sending him a dirty look, though you naturally leaned closer towards Taehyung and he took notice. 

“Say that again I’ll make you regret it, Hisung.” Taehyung’s jaw was locked, a protective feeling overwhelming him. 

“You’re seriously gonna introduce her to everyone but me?” Hisung looked offended. “She should know who I am, especially to you.” He tried making a point, eluding to something between them. 

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Taehyung flat out rejected him, his expression blunt as he seemed to radiate unbothered energy. 

“I think you should. She should know the kind of man her husband is, and what he’s done.” He said knowingly, in a daunting way that accused Taehyung of something that seemed deeper than it looked.  

“There’s nothing to know, and I never did anything.” Taehyung simply denied, as though he’s said this multiple times.

“Really? You don’t wanna tell her about how you sabotage people? Use your money to buy success?” 

Taehyung had to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing out frustrated. “For fuck’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you? I’ve never done shit like that. Leave.” Taehyung finalized, attempting to control his anger.

You were trying to remain calm and look on objectively, though felt a sense of worry for where this was going, only Taehyung’s seemingly instinctive guard on you keeping you from anxiety. 

Hisung scoffed, “You know, your wife should know how much of a fucking liar you are.” He spat, his vision suddenly growing narrowed as he eyed you both suspiciously. “Come to think of it, wife kinda sounds like a stretch.” 

This time it wasn’t even Taehyung responding, you beating him to the punch. “Excuse me? The fuck does that mean?” 

“Oh, so she talks.” 

You were just about stepping forward to give this asshole a piece of your mind until Taehyung suddenly gripped onto your arms from behind, pulling you to him protectively.

“Hisung, what the fuck do you want?” Taehyung’s tone was leveled with a sense of controlled rage, clear effort to contain himself and you were completely understanding of that. 

“Not much. I just find your marriage suspicious, and if I do then others do too. Wouldn’t want to taint the precious Kim reputation with that, now would we?” The remark was sly, causing Taehyung’s hold around you to tense.  

“What the fuck are you implying, exactly? Try making some sense.” 

“Your marriage isn’t convincing, jackass. There’s no way you two are really married, don’t think I don’t know there’s something behind it.” He stared squarely back at Taehyung, determined. “And when I get my hands on that information, don't think you're the only one who can sabotage someone.” Hisung was resolute as he declared his threat, only making Taehyung more resentful, more rash. 

“Your opinion doesn’t matter to me, jackass. Nothing you do does” Taehyung was confident in the argument and it oddly made you proud, now understanding why he was so successful and well-acclaimed. It’s like he truly didn't care what others thought and only lived for the purpose of what he found important to him, contributing to his confidence and composed approach towards life. He carried himself with an affirmed sense of self-worth that never bordered egotistical, and you were lying if you said it wasn’t hot sometimes. 

Because scratch that, it was incredibly hot. 

Hisung laughed humourlessly, hissing. “I don’t think we can say the same about Mrs. Kim, though, her opinion should matter to you, right?” He then suddenly turned his vision to you and drew closer, speaking in a superficially saccharine tone. “Jagiya, you should really look into who your husband is. He’s not half the man he says he is.” Hisung suddenly came too close and Taehyung immediately tugged you behind him, shielding your smaller frame as his tone dangerously darkened. 

“Don’t call her that, and never fucking come near her.” Taehyung was seething now, clutching one of your hands so tightly you became worried of his heightened emotions.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Hisung mimicked him. “She should know I’d treat her better than her asshole of a husband, make sure she’s nice and satisfied with how much of a man I am compared to you.” Hisung remarked without a single care, and you nearly felt the blooding searing in Taehyung’s veins. 

But you could tell that was exactly Hisung’s goal; to rile Taehyung up and it unfortunately worked. No longer was the calm, cool and collected Taehyung you knew, instead feeling him suddenly rush towards Hisung with a fist until you gripped onto his jacket from behind, calling his name. 

“Tae.” Your voice was soft, immediately stopping him as you clutched urgently. Taehyung could hear the frailty of your worried voice, could feel your little hold on his jacket as he came to his senses.

Taehyung grinded his teeth hard as his fist tightened for a mere second before steadily loosening, calming himself down before he made his last remark. “Go fuck yourself, Hisung.” Taehyung spat with pure disdain as he turned around and swept up your hand, leading you away from the situation as far as possible. 

He pulled you along hastily, walking with a sense of speed that almost had you tripping on your dress. You were seconds from telling him to slow down until he stopped you both in a hallway.

“Taehyung, wh-” You almost got out until Taehyung suddenly pushed you up against the nearest wall, breath hot and heavy as he huffed frustratedly, raw anger written all over him. 

Taehyung’s entire towering body was unexpectedly inches from you, his forearms laid against the marble tiling above your head as he hung his own low, almost trying to conceal his face into your shoulder. It’s like he was blocking you off from any other person, defensively caging you as his chest rose and fell shallowly with white hot anger, your face tucked into his shoulder. His heated breath was continuously tickling the exposed skin of your neck, so close your heart was beating faster than it should’ve. 

You were only left shocked, hands fallen slack by your sides and unable to move. 

“I’m sorry.” He huffed out suddenly. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I’m just.. really angry right now and I can’t calm down.” Taehyung seemed infuriated though worried, his hands clutching into fists above you as he leaned in even closer, mere centimeters between you two as he remained pressed into your personal space.

“Shit, don’t be scared I just-fuck, I hate him. He’s the only person who makes me so angry.” Taehyung breathed out frustratedly, eyes shut as he tried to control himself. “And fuck, I didn’t want him near you. I don’t want him to talk to you. I don’t want anyone to fucking come near you.” 

Taehyung’s confessions kept coming and you were simply taken aback, another show of his emotions on full display and you wondered how he always so neatly composed himself.

“Tae-”

“Just stay in front of me, please.” He begged. “Where I can see you, just stay here.” He stressed, trying his best to breathe properly but only failed. “I don’t.. think I like when other guys are around you.” He confessed out of nowhere, trying to work through the claim hesitantly at first until he eventually nodded, affirming it. 

“Yeah, I don’t like it.” He declared as he continued to lean in, his proximity allowing for you to constantly smell his intoxicating, Invictus cologne; its sexy scent paired with his perfectly tailored suit hugging the curves of his large, broad body only arousing your nerves. 

“God, fuck.” He huffed out. “No matter what, stay away from Hisung. Never talk to him. He ruins everything he touches, every fucking thing.” Taehyung was dead serious, still hiding his face from you as he spoke angrily near your ear. “He’s been trying to ruin me for years. He’s already tried with everything else and he’ll come for you. He can’t ruin our marriage, and I swear to God if he fucking does anything to you-”

“Taehyung, hey, shh.” You brought your hands up to his chest to try calming him down, able to discern Taehyung ever rarely grew angry and when he did, just needed someone to quell his troubles. “Breathe, Taehyung, breathe, okay?” You spoke with a soft tone, trying to contrast the white hot anger you could sense in him by rubbing his chest pacifyingly. 

Taehyung immediately tensed at the action, almost in shock until he ultimately tried to breathe, slow and steady. 

“There you go, that’s better.” You encouraged into his shoulder, hands resting and lightly massaging as you inquired. “Talk to me, Taehyung, what’s wrong? Who’s Hisung?” 

“Fuck, I’ll get angry again.” He warned, breath still hot and heavy as you smoothed over his dress shirt, trying to soothe him.  

“It’s okay. I’m here, Tae, you have me. Tell me anything.” You assured and attempted to mirror his own words from a week ago, worried about his open show of emotions and thinking you should be helpful, make sure you're supplying all the support he needs because he may never be this open again. 

Taehyung’s temper was still high, more of his hot breath on your shoulder as he spoke, lips still by your ear and the bass in his voice sending currents through you. 

“It goes back 3 years, rival companies.” He began. “His father was dismissed as CEO and they held a shareholders meeting to decide a new one. Long story short, he won the vote, but only by a 49-51 percent margin. He barely scrapped by, and after he was appointed CEO he found out his major shareholders voted against him. What made things worse was that right after, they pulled all their shares from his company and invested in mine, and he fucking-” Taehyung was growing frustrated again recounting the story, his body rising and falling faster until your hands snaked up to his jaw, fingers splaying across his cheeks as you held his face pacifyingly. 

“Taehyung, breathe again. You’re fine.” You felt him listen to you, breathing deeply as he became more composed again, continuing.

“He thinks I sabotaged him, that I colluded with his shareholders and used my money when I never did. I only had acquainted relationships with them at the time and never convinced them of anything. They told me they chose to invest because they saw me as the better company, the more competent CEO.” Taehyung was venting, and you let him exactly do so by attentively listening, holding him. 

“It wasn’t my fault, but he thinks it is. And now he’s made it his life’s mission to ruin mine, ruin anything he can get his hands on because he’s convinced I ruined his.” Taehyung sounded upset, clearly fed up with having to deal with such an incessant pain in the ass. 

“Just not you,” He sounded like he was pleading, a whisper. “Not fucking you, he can’t ruin us, or our marriage.”  

“He won’t, Taehyung. We won’t let him.” The pads of your thumbs smoothed over Taehyung’s skin, trying to ease him as he moved back slightly, vision meeting yours.

“Y/N, I don’t lie. I wouldn’t sabotage anybody, I don’t play dirty like that. Even if the business world is riddled with people like that, I would never do it. I’m not like that at all.” A hint of desperation leaked into his tone, eyes gentle as he so emphatically tried to convince you he was nothing like Hisung said. 

And you found your heart softening thinking about the fact that it affected him so much. That while he didn’t care what others thought of him, he somehow valued what you thought. 

“Taehyung, don’t worry, I know, okay? You’re completely fine. He just tries to rile you up because he knows you’re better, more competent.” You slid your hands back down over his neck, letting them rest over his strong chest again. It made your breaths uneven, registering how close he was to you, just inches from your face. 

“He probably knows those shareholders chose you because you’re the better CEO. He knows it, he just tries to deny the truth by looking for ways to ruin your life, so he doesn’t have to accept he’s inferior.” You offered earnestly, rhythmically smoothing him over. Taehyung’s eyes suddenly swirled with a sense of ease, his tense body now seeming to relax. “You think so?” 

“Of course, Tae. You’re nothing like that, I know you’re not.” You said determinedly, gripping his shirt lightly to drive your point forward, eyes conveying warmth. 

Though the response that met you was Taehyung gazing into your eyes boldly as he heard you address him so casually by a nickname already, his look containing something you couldn’t decipher, and it left butterflies swarming your chest. 

You didn’t realize how intoxicatingly close you both were in this position; Taehyung’s arms caging you against the wall, body pressing into you as he looked at you, not breathing hard anymore but hotly, like he was feeling something he was attempting to manage. Your hands funnily contrasted the size of his chest as he glanced at them, then up at him, clutching him a little tighter the more the tension seemed to build.  

It was obvious now, both of you were merely staring at each other, Taehyung’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed and your eyes followed the movement, something unknown alighting inside you at the image. It called necessary attention to his sculpted neck and you found yourself wondering if you’d ever get to lay kisses on it, possibly even mark it

You bit your lip at the thought, hating that such an idea dawned on you, igniting with something unholy the more you breathed in his sexy scent, his large body enclosing you. It sent chills down your spine, trying to contain yourself by shifting and clamping down on your lip harder.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered to the very action, his undivided attention now on your mouth. He could feel every harder squeeze of your hands on his chest as the heat rose, fisting his own hands against the wall with the need to draw himself closer to you, especially with the way you looked right now. 

Taehyung already couldn’t keep his hands off you when you resembled the hottest, and yet most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen in that dress. Either a sweet angel descended from heaven or the right kind of demon he craved. It was even more difficult knowing it’s a dress he chose, adoring the way you were wrapped up in his favourite colour, and thought red has never looked better on anyone else.

It also made him think of some things he shouldn’t speak aloud. Though Taehyung knew you, and knew you weren't ready for anything of that sort, so he remained collected and only stuck to having an arm around you tonight, mindful of boundaries. 

But when you were under his scrutiny, smaller self tucked against a wall because of him and clearly hot and bothered yourself, your exposed skin raking his brain, he couldn’t keep from nearing your lips. 

He’s once felt how soft they were before, seeing on multiple occasions how plushy they truly are and desiring to feel that same soft sensation again. So he disregarded all thought, coming forward inch by inch as he gauged your response, and when he viewed you fluttering your eyes shut and lifting your head towards him, he fought back cracking a smirk. 

Taehyung was milliseconds from connecting your mouths, feeling the skin of his lips blissfully brush yours as his sweet breath invaded your mouth, only for a frantic voice suddenly calling out his name to interrupt, the very culprit tumbling into the hallway. 

“Taehyung! Y/N- oh shit.” Taehyung immediately ducked his face away from you and you hastily let him go, Taehyung puffing out frustrated air as he met his friends’ eyes. “Jimin.. what?” 

“I-uh. I’m sorry, but I got Hisung kicked out and we’re gonna start the last toast. You guys should um...be there.” Jimin cleared his throat and began shuffling, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. 

“Okay, we’re coming.” 

“Sorry, again.” Jimin bowed lightly and nearly made a break for it. 

Taehyung sighed heavily, pushing himself off the wall and straightening up as he freed you, finally able to breathe peacefully. 

“We should um.. go.” He voiced awkwardly.

“Yeah.. just give me a second. I’ll be back from the restroom.” You dared to make eye contact with him to seem unaffected, though panicked the instant your gazes locked.

“Okay.” He nodded, seeming unbothered.

You grasped the skirt of your dress and your heels clacked against the tiled flooring as you scurried off, needing to find the bathroom to see whether or not you appeared as much of a mess as you felt. 

You bolted inside and ran towards the sink, spotting two women possibly your age by the mirror though ultimately ignored them, patting over your cheeks to feel how warm they were. 

Were you really just seconds away from kissing Taehyung? Kissing him? What would’ve happened if Jimin never walked in? Would you have kissed him for however long, would you have stopped it? 

Even better question, why didn’t you stop it? Why were you so ready to kiss him, maybe even excited by the very idea? It sent a chill down your spine, even recalling that Taehyung stated earlier he liked your lips. 

Kim Taehyung liked your lips, the same ridiculously high-status, wealthy man people were on their knees for, practically Seoul’s most powerful CEO and Korea’s seemingly unattainable bachelor; that same Taehyung was the one who liked not only your lips, but your height, even your eyes. 

He said they were nice. 

You didn’t even want to unbox the entire Hisung situation. He so naturally defended you, even held you back out of consideration for your safety it seemed, and it frightened you how much you liked it, liked that he was so protective and made all those confessions about disliking other men around you.

It may have been possessive, but you fucking liked it. 

And you already felt doomed. 

You were simply imploding on yourself, having your own personal meltdown when one of the two women audaciously addressed you, tone light and airy. 

“Oh my God, are you Min Y/N?” She inquired. 

You flashed your eyes to her, answering with furrowed eyebrows. “Uh, Kim Y/N now, but yes.” 

“Wow, so you’re the woman Kim Taehyung married?” The other one perked up. 

“..Yes.” You answered confused.  

The other woman really scoffed here, scoffed, “Song-i, it’s the other way around. She married him.” The rather rude looking woman clarified, and you found out right after just how rude she was. “The Kim Taehyung would never willingly marry someone like her.” 

Your expression immediately contorted, unbelieving of her audacity. “Excuse me?” 

“Don’t think we’re stupid, everyone knows you seduced him into it.” She nearly spat, tone snobby as ever. 

You guffawed humourlessly, truly having it up to here with today because it seemed never-ending with bullshit. “Think what you want, but I didn’t seduce him.” 

“We know you’re lying, he wouldn’t marry some runaway like you. You came out of nowhere, you clearly got into his bed before you got him to the altar.” The other one added on, painting their twisted narrative together. 

“It wasn’t like that all, but if you want to think so because you’re not the one he takes home at night, then be my fucking guest.” You countered them, look sharp enough you were sure you could cut a diamond. 

They both took immediate offence, having the audacity to near you and invade your personal space. “You’re not the only woman he’s taken home, do you really think you’re special?” She insinuated something you weren’t dumb enough to not catch, heart sinking at the thought. 

“What exactly are you trying to get at?” 

“The fact that he married you as a favour, you runaway, and everyone knows your marriage isn’t love at all.” She relayed with a snippy tone. “Don’t you get you’re just charity to him? Everyone knows it, sweetie.” 

You were trying hard to think of a way to counter, though your stinging heart took the jab like it was white hot lightning. You felt crushed within seconds at the comment hitting home, sinking lower until you spoke up. 

“Our marriage isn’t your business. Maybe try getting a life before you revolve it around mine.” You spat as you sent them a petty look, making your way out and almost exiting until you felt a splash of water hitting the back of your hair, mouth falling agape at the sheer audacity of what just fucking happened. 

“Your life is fucking miserable. You’ll stay by his side but he’ll never love you. Keep acting like your his real wife and see what’ll happen. Everyone hates you and how you made him marry you out of pity. Watch your back, runaway, you never know when he might end it all and break your little heart.” You almost, almost turned around to land a right hook across the girl’s face until you decided against it, composing yourself with a breathing mantra and instead choosing your favourite way of leaving a bad situation. 

With a snarky last word. 

“Seems he’s already broken yours with this ring, huh? Stay mad at the ring bitches, stay mad at the ring.” You smiled condescendingly as you flaunted Taehyung’s twelve thousand dollar ring, walking out of the bathroom despite their exclamations and practically marching towards the hall, seething. 

You arrived inside and plopped down on your seat next to Taehyung bitterly, utterly vexed as you crossed your arms and grinded your teeth. 

“Hey, where were you?” Taehyung asked. “You missed the toast.” 

“Could’ve done it without me anyway.” You replied curtly, all the information you received in just 2 minutes ruling your thoughts and sending you into a storm of anger, spoiling your mood. 

Taehyung became confused. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Nothing.” You huffed and reached for your glass of water, taking a large swig and nearly slamming it back onto the table. 

Taehyung reacted surprised. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” He became apprehensive of your mood, grabbing your hand on the table gently as he searched for your eyes. 

Though he instead found your eyes flashing towards something else, someone else before you snatched your hand away, eyes set cold.  

“I said nothing.” 

Taehyung followed your previous line of sight and landed on two women finding their seats a few tables away, their own eyes immediately deflecting from him once he made eye contact.

And it really only took two seconds for Taehyung to connect the dots, recognizing their faces. 

Taehyung sighed heavily, feeling guilty and suddenly apologetic about the possible situation, knowing something must have been said to you. 

He turned back around, “Y/N, what happened?” He tried inquiring again, though you responded with absolutely nothing, completely crossed and avoiding him. 

He exhaled tiredly, this day having been the epitome of a joke. Taehyung was scanning over you again when he suddenly noticed the ends of your hair, distinguishing they were wet and he found it strange. “Y/N, why the fuck is your hair wet?” He was moving to touch the damp parts until you evaded him, tone rigid. 

“Nothing, Taehyung.” 

Taehyung sighed again, frustrated as he once again put two-and-two together, remembering you’d all come from the restroom and addressed you. “What did they say, Y/N? Tell me right now, is that why your hair’s wet?” 

“No, Taehyung, nothing happened,” You stressed, turning your body even further away from him and crossing your arms tighter. 

Taehyung determined he’s truly had enough of today and rose from his seat, you noticing though choosing to ignore him. Taehyung quickly resolved he was going to fix this, beyond agitated this entire day had been damned to hell. He was having a good time too, especially keeping in mind whatever in God’s name was happening between you two, and only knowing that it made him inexplicably happy for some reason. 

Though that mood was ruined now, Taehyung shaking away his thoughts as he began plotting his approach towards your situation, entirely pissed off as he made his way towards the bar, concocting his plan. 

It took Taehyung only a good 10 minutes to get what he needed, snatching the nicest bottle of champagne and trying to remember where he’d observed the two women sitting, strolling his way over to the table with his fakest grin.  

“Good evening, ladies.” He greeted with a saccharine tone as he neared them. 

“Oh my God, Taehyung!” One of the girls beamed. “We haven’t seen you so long, what are you doing here?” 

“Yeah, too long!” 

“It has.” Taehyung smiled. “I actually wanted to offer this.” Taehyung then revealed the bottle of champagne from behind his back, holding it out towards them. 

The two women became elated, practically cheering as they clearly admired Taehyung more than he liked. “Oh wow! Thank you so much!” One of them thanked, receiving the bottle bashfully. 

“You’re too kind, Taehyung, did you really get this for us?” The other inquired, a bright smile on her face. 

“Actually, I didn’t.” 

Both women looked at each other confused, eyebrows furrowed. “You.. didn’t?” 

“No,” Taehyung responded with a bleak expression in near offence they’d assume that, smile wiped from his face. “You both did.”

“Wh-what?” They both questioned, incredulous. 

“I put it on your tabs, geniuses. There’s 6 more bottles, by the way.” 

Both women’s eyes went wide, immediately protesting. “T-this is the most expensive bottle of champagne here!” They looked annoyed, and Taehyung was all about it.  

“I know.” Taehyung smiled condescendingly, drawing closer to the women and dropping his tone to a scarily low, threatening octave. 

“Say anything to my wife again and I’ll make sure you pay more.” Taehyung finalized and rubbed his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he walked away, smirking. He ignored their protests as he passed by the bartender, winking for the 6 other bottles of champagne to be delivered to them. 

Taehyung then made his way to you, now in a hurry to leave this awful night behind as he gently gripped your arm, speaking into your ear to not alert anyone else at the table. “Y/N, we’re leaving.” 

Taehyung didn’t really have to wait, you responding rapidly, “Don’t have to tell me twice.” You were already rising from your seat, done with this entire Godforsaken night yourself. 

You both stepped away together, just about reaching the hall doors until Taehyung stopped you in front, holding you by your arms. “Stay here, I’ll get your coat.” 

You nodded at him and Taehyung bolted off, wanting to nab your coat as fast as possible so he could drape it around you and practically flaunt your relationship in front of everyone. He didn’t care if it was fake anymore, didn’t care for the legitimacy of his actions; he simply wanted the world to know you’re his wife, purposely wanted those two girls and everyone to see him treating you affectionately.

And he most certainly wanted to squash any of the doubt Hisung called attention to earlier that kept bugging him, entailing your marriage already seeming fake to him, and could to multiple other people.  

So he retrieved the coats and came rushing back to you, having worn his as he approached you. You almost reached out for your coat until Taehyung halted you. 

“Don’t, I’m putting it on you.” He rounded the coat around your body, helping your arms into the sleeves. He pulled it snug around you and held onto the ends where it should’ve been buttoned, taking a moment to think. 

Taehyung simply gazed at you, licking his lips contemplating what more he could do in this moment that would be convincing enough, knowing there had to be people watching you two right now. 

He realized he was staring without having said anything. “Sorry, I’m trying to think of something to do for everyone watching but I don’t know what.” Taehyung flashed to your lips and his mind explored the idea, though ultimately fought against it. 

“People are watching?” You inquired.

“Yeah,” Taehyung clutched onto your jacket, trying to think as he looked at your little bundled up self. 

“But I’m not sure what to do-” Taehyung was cut off by you suddenly grabbing his tie and crashing your lips onto his in a single second. 

Taehyung’s eyes blew out, taken by surprise until he found himself quickly melting into your kiss, hands gripping your jacket tighter. He couldn’t help himself from opening up his mouth to catch more of yours, lips sensually kissing yours in a slow, unhurried pace. 

You instantly loved the way he kissed, Taehyung somehow having taken control when you were the one who initiated everything, completely taken by his pillowy, delicate lips. 

Taehyung didn’t care if your lipstick smudged onto him or how brash the public display of affection seemed; all he cared about was the soft feeling of your lips against his own, and the sexy way you wre tugging him by his tie.

He knew it would stay on his mind for weeks. 

You were getting lost until he disconnected your mouths, only looking at each other with undecipherable feelings, shimmering eyes that had no clue what just happened. 

Taehyung smiled before sweeping up your hand in an instant, pulling you out of the hall and eventually outside to quickly sent a text to his driver, guiding you to the curb of the venue. 

He held you against him to keep you warm while walking, suddenly speaking up when something occurred to him. 

“You called me Tae, you know.” 

“What?” 

“My nickname, you called me by it earlier.” Taehyung repeated. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just heard your friends say it and it slipped out, I didn’t mean to-”

“Say it all you want.” Taehyung was grinning to himself like an idiot, thinking you weren’t looking at him but that’s exactly what you were doing, admiring the curve of his perfect cupid’s bow with hints of your lipstick smeared on him. “It’s better when you say it.” 

And now it was your turn to smile like an idiot. 

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[bakuhoes-dumbass]

Lacking Love

Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader

Slight Angst/Fluff

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Hey, this is my first anime based fic! I hope ya’ll like it~ (They’ll get less shitty as I continue lmao)

Warnings: None!

~~~

"I'm sorry again, Y/N. I didn't mean to be late to our date."

You're sitting across from your boyfriend in a nearby cafe. He noticed how unnaturally quiet you've been for the past hour, his concern growing with every passing moment.

"I had gotten caught up-"

"It's okay, Sho. I already know how you've been feeling."

Todoroki tilts his head, confused at the statement. "I don't quite understand-"

"I know you don't love me." You cut him off. "At least, not like I love you."

Todoroki's eyebrows furrow, a taken aback look on his face. "W-What? You don't think I love you?"

You let out a soft giggle. "I know you don't. And it's okay. Not everyone falls in love with their partner right away."

His mouth drops open slightly in shock. "Y/N, b-but I do…" He trails off.

You shake your head. "You're quite often late to dates. You never call me any pet names. You rarely kiss me. I haven't even heard an 'I love you' leave your mouth first. How often do we cuddle or hold hands?" You speak in a quiet voice. "Shoto, do you even know what today is?"

Your last question catches him off guard. Shit, today is a special day? Why couldn't he remember?! Taking his silence as his answer, you smile sadly. "It's okay, Sho. It wasn't anything special."

Suddenly, your phone rings. Todoroki looks down, noticing Mirio's picture pops up, signaling an incoming text. He furrows his brows in confusion, wondering why the Big 3 member was messaging you. You read the text and put your phone away. Todoroki is surprised when you suddenly stand up.

"Hey baby, I gotta go. But I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Todoroki opens his mouth to speak but closes it and chooses to nod instead. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I love you. I'll see you later."

"I-I love you…" you were out the door of the cafe before he could finish his sentence. "...too." Todoroki sighs and stands up to leave.

On his way back to the dorms, Todoroki's head is spinning. Your words and your disappointed expression flashes in his mind. He never knew this was how you were feeling and now all he could do is worry.

~~~

"Hey, Todoroki. How'd it go?" Midoriya greets him as he walks through the door. Todoroki mumbles something before walking into the kitchen. Midoriya follows closely. "Are you okay?"

Opening the fridge, he continues to ignore Midoriya, choosing to mindlessly stare into the fridge. Midoriya tilts his head at the boy. "So I take it something happened?"

"Y/N said something…" Todoroki trails off, still in shock at what happened in the cafe. Midoriya gestures at him to keep talking. He sighs. "She said I don't love her-"

"Move the hell outta the way, half-n-half. You're letting the cold air out." Bakugo shoves the boy out of the way before rummaging through the fridge for his drink.

Midoriya stares wide eyed at Bakugo's rudeness before turning back to the duo quirked boy. He shakes his head, confused. "Wait, what? What do you mean?"

Todoroki shifts his eyes to a certain explosion boy who finally found his drink, now just leaning against the counter listening with a curious scowl. Todoroki rolls his eyes but turns his attention back to Midoriya.

"I'm not sure. She just started saying how I never show affection or say 'I love you' first." Todoroki runs a hand through his bi-colored hair. "I've never really been in a relationship before but Kaminari had mentioned how girls like guys who play hard to get-"

Bakugo chokes on his drink, nearly dying from a coughing fit. He bursts into laugher. "You're taking relationship advice from dunce face?! Dude wouldn't even know what to do in a relationship if it bit him in the ass."

Todoroki's face turns bright red and holds out his hand, freezing Bakugo's drink. Bakugo stops laughing and glares at him. "HEY, WHAT THE HELL, ICY HOT? WANNA DIE?!"

Todoroki huffs, clearly embarrassed. "Shut up. I just have no idea what I'm doing, clearly."

Midoriya sweat drops, holding up his hands and trying to calm his two friends down. "Alright, let's all just calm down. This is easily fixable. You just have to do the opposite of what Kaminari suggests, right? Easy enough. Did at least the gift you got her help kind of ease her worry?"

Todoroki's furrow his brows. "Gift? Why would I give her a gift?"

Midoriya's jaw drops. Before he can say anything, Bakugo speaks up. "Isn't it like, her birthday or some shit today?"

Upon hearing those words, Todoroki freezes. "N-no, that can't be…" He fumbles with his phone to check the calendar. "Her birthday isn't until-" His eyes widen and his face pales. "-today." He slams his head against the kitchen wall. "Fuck!" He slides down against the wall onto the floor, his hands over his face. "No wonder she doesn't think I fucking love her. I'm such an awful boyfriend."

Bakugo was able to unfreeze his drink. "Yeah you are." He takes a sip before heading out the door. "Better hurry the fuck up and fix it before she dumps your emotionally challanged ass."

"Kacchan! What the hell!" Midoriya throws his hands up at the explosive boy. Bakugo flips him off before heading back to his room. Midoriya sighs and turns to Todoroki once more. "She's not going to dump you."

Shoto leans his head back against the wall and side eyes his friend. "Why wouldn't she? I sure would."

Midoriya shakes his head. "Y/N isn't like that. She's an understanding person."

"Mirio texted her earlier. She's probably with him right now. Probably treating her to a birthday dinner or something." He clenches his fists, frost building up from his right hand.

"Okay, you need to calm down before you freeze the entire dorm." Midoriya sweat drops. "You can fix this, I have a plan. I promise, everything will be alright."

~~~

"Thanks for the ice cream, guys! I really appreciate it!" You smile at the Big three members.

"Of course, Y/N! It's your birthday, after all." Nejire giggles.

The corners of your mouth twitch, suddenly remembering how your boyfriend forgot what today was. Tamaki furrows his brows, noticing your sudden change of mood. "A-are you okay, Y/N?"

You shake your head to rid yourself of those thoughts and smile at the shy boy. "Yeah, I'm okay. No need to worry about me!" Suddenly, you feel your phone go off in your pocket.

♡Shoto♡: Please come to the dorms when you're done, love.

You smile slightly at the text from your boyfriend and quickly send a reply.

You: I'll be there soon. ❤

"Um, sorry to run out on you guys. I have to meet back at Heights Alliance."

"Oh, we're headed that direction anyway! Why don't we accompany you?" Mirio speaks up with a smile.

You giggle at his always sunny attitude and smile back. "Sure, that would be great."

~~~

Todoroki paces back and forth in the dorm common room. Anxiety overwhelms him, the only thing running through his mind is you breaking up with him. He knows he royally screwed up, but you love him too much to leave him. You'll forgive him… right?

He looks over at the dining table, set up with your favorite take-out and a beautiful birthday cake that Sato helped him make. Your gift lay wrapped behind him, wanting to surprise you with it. He really hoped this would help make up for his stupidity.

His head whips up after hearing the door to the building click open. You poke your head around the door giving your boyfriend a smile before closing it behind you. Todoroki rubs his hands on his pants, his anxiety causing him to sweat. 

You walk up to him and give him a peck on the cheek. "Hey, Sho." Your eyes wander behind him to see the table set up. "What's all this?"

Todoroki takes your hands into his shaking ones, avoiding your eyes. "I-I know I've been a horrible boyfriend from the start. I haven't shown you how much I appreciate you. How much you mean to me." He squeezes his hands over yours, his eyes now fleeting to meet yours. "How much I love you."

You tilt your head. "Baby, you're not a horrible boyfriend."

"Yes, Y/N. I am. I've kept myself so distant from you, I've neglected you. Fuck, I forgot your fuckin birthday was today!" His eyes turn hard, his tone angry. But not at you, at himself.

"Sho, it's not a big deal-"

"YES IT IS! WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING IT'S NOT?!" He raises the tone of his voice, making you flinch slightly. He notices and immediately regrets it. He brings his tone down to his natural softness. "I've been so busy training and thinking about becoming a Hero, I neglected to remember an important event. Even fuckin Bakugo remembered."

"Pfft!" You cover your mouth with your hand before bursting out laughing. Todoroki's face turns confused at your reaction. You wave your hand. "I'm sorry, just the fact that Bakugo remembered for some reason is hilarious to me."

Todoroki sighs and smiles softly at your beautiful laugh. He runs a hand through your hair, caressing your cheek. "God, I love you more than anything, baby. I really truly do." His smile drops, anxiety once again taking over. "Please, don't leave me." He practically whispers, his other hand squeezing yours again.

"No no no." You grab his cheeks with your hands and kiss his nose. "I absolutely was not even remotely considering it. I promise."

Suddenly Todoroki pulls your body against his, making you squeak. He tilts his head slightly before meeting his lips to yours. You melt into the soft kiss, feeling nothing but love being poured into it.

"Oh, I have something for you." He speaks after pulling away. He picks up the nicely wrapped package from behind him and hands it to you. "Please, open it."

Carefully tearing the paper off, you gasp. "Oh my god, Shoto! This is the limited edition Mirko figure! I thought these were sold out weeks ago?!"

Your boyfriend smirks. "I was able to snag one before they sold out. I'm assuming you like it?"

You squeal and throw your arms around the hot and cold boy, squeezing him tightly. "Thank you so much, Sho! I absolutely love it."

Todoroki buries his face into your neck, holding you tightly as if he's still afraid of losing you. He smiles into your neck and murmurs.

"Happy Birthday, Baby."

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Truth

Star: Jeon Heejin (Loona)

Idea: Yes

Love: Good morning Author-nim, could. Ask for a Heejin scenario where she is nearly about to debut and but recently she has been so busy that reader barely got to see her anymore. Heejin doesn’t want to give up but in the end reader is forced to admit the truth? Thanks a lot!

A/n: Angst saga begins!

People often commented how lucky you were to have a girlfriend like Heejin was a blessing. That being the one she chose out of all the people in the world was some sort of miracle that happened to you and while you did agree with some of it, your girlfriend was the one to tell you otherwise. That she was the one who was lucky to have you.

“A person who could cook, make jokes, and someone I could lean on,”

You smiled, a soft one beaming on your face as you hid your head in the crook of Heejin’s neck, blushing at the complement she gave before you heard her laughter, feeling the vibration of her chest as she chuckled brought a smile to your face before she wrapped her arms around you.

Squeezing you into a hug before she pulled away, moving to the bathroom to freshen up while your eyes only followed her form. When the door closed you sat up, the smile slowly leaving your face.

They were right.

The comments they said and the times they pointed out how lucky you were, it was all true, it was all luck and you were starting to run out.

Every night Heejin would leave to train, shoot, and practice for her debut. It was three months ago that she brought the news to you and you were nothing but supportive.

Making sure to take care of her, and even wait for her at times where you didn’t know if she was coming home or staying at the company dorms.

Sometimes you were tired, tired of waiting and always the one to get stood up on dates and plans that she already agreed and promised to be present for.

You already fought countless times because you wanted to just spend some time with her but all she wanted to do was focus on her practices and her schedule.

You tried to understand that being in her line of work is rough, having to balance your private time to work time, but you only wanted some time with her because you barely got any time and patience left.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Heejin coming back, seeing you zoned out on the bed with a frown on your face made her worry.

So quietly she went to you and cupped your face, effectively startling you out of your thoughts before you looked at her with a hesitant smile.

“You’re done already, sorry, I didn’t notice you,”

The way you said it was a little off for Heejin, carefully she looked you in the eyes, worry filling hers as she stroked your cheeks.

“Is everything alright?” She asked you and you stared at her for a moment before something flashed in your eyes which Heejin couldn’t figure out what it was before you shook your head.

Shrugging her hands off before you turned your body away from her.

“It’s nothing babe, it’s not important,” you said a little too cold for your liking before going to lay on your side, facing away from your girlfriend who was looking at you with a hint of shock and confusion.

“Y/n if you say something like that then I know there’s something wrong,”

She turned your body to her as she laid beside you pulling you in her embrace while you wiggle a little in an attempt to break free, but her extra hours at the gym seems to have been paying off.

“Y/n, you know you can tell me anything,”

Normally it was the time for you to cave in, telling her your problems and issues but today wasn’t that time. With a little more strength you pushed her away seeing the shock in her face that you actually pushed her away before you sighed.

“Honestly, Heejin, it’s nothing,” you said before turning again, facing the opposite side of the room not bothering to say goodnight to your girlfriend before shutting your eyes.

While Heejin could only gape at your actions because never has there been a time where you pushed her away from helping you.

But maybe it was because you wanted a little space, she sighed looking at your back waiting for you to suddenly turn and say something but nothing came.

She pouted, laying down on the bed and leaving some space for you before she turned the opposite way. Backs against each other before she closed her eyes, maybe if she waited a day then you would eventually open up to her.

—

The following days were spent with you two ignoring each other. The only words being spoken to each other was what they wanted for dinner.

While you battled yourself in inner turmoil about you and Heejin. Your girlfriend was panicking, because not only was she near her debut date but she didn’t want your relationship to end so near to the goal she wanted to reach.

So quietly whilst you were watching on your phone she searched about the restaurants near your area, making sure to set up a reservation before making plans in her head.

The following day you woke up, glancing beside you and sighing at the empty space on the bed before you sat up, moving to the bathroom to freshen up and start your day on a positive note.

But when you exited your room, a surprise was waiting for you in the living room, a bouquet of flowers and a card sticking out.

Surprised you picked it up and smelled it, a smile on your face when the scent of your favorite flowers entered your nose. You placed the flower down before opening the card, reading the letter inside and finding it to be your girlfriend’s handwriting.

“To My Dearest Love,

For the past few weeks I know I haven’t been the best girlfriend ever. I’ve ignored you, stood you up, and said some things that I shouldn’t have. I am really sorry and I hope you could forgive me. I set up a reservation at the restaurant nearby, I hope you can come, here’s the address……

From Heejin,”

Your heart flipped, touched at the words before a spark of hope lit up, maybe you weren’t the only one who cared anymore. Proud that your girlfriend found some time for both of you to finally spend some time together.

For the whole day, you couldn’t help yourself but to be excited, wishing as you kept glancing at the clock to move faster as you could finally go out with your girlfriend.

When the clock seemed like it wouldn’t go any faster you rushed to the bathroom to wash up before changing and going outside.

You arrived 10 minutes early and waited outside, pulling out your phone and texting Heejin on when she was out of training before you kept yourself busy looking at the cars that passed by.

Then slowly time started to go by.

Thirty minutes to an hour, you waited outside, glancing at your phone to wait for your girlfriend who never replied nor sent you a message about being late. You wanted to wait, as long as it took to even have a chance to still spend some time with Heejin but the restaurant was already closed and you were still standing outside.

With a sigh you turned around, starting to walk away from the restaurant, glancing back a few times in hopes that Heejin would be there but she never was. So you went back to the apartment, your mind made up as you sighed, you never wanted it to come to this.

—

“Please, please,”

Heejin walked as fast as she could, rushing out of the car and into the apartment. She didn’t mean to have done this, they were supposed to get off early but they suddenly had an unannounced shoot which made her stay longer.

Added that her phone had died a few hours before and made it worse when she saw all the messages you left when she was able to get it to charge.

When she opened the apartment door she was met by you, near the door, a suitcase behind you as you wore your coat.

“Baby I’m so sorry,”

You turned your head towards Heejin and it ached her heart to see your face expressionless and cold. You ignored her, fixing your coat and grabbing your suitcase to walk past her, making Heejin grab your arm in an attempt to stop you.

“Just stop it Heejin, I’ve had enough.”

“Wha—“

“I’ve been patient with you, I understood every time you were late and stood me up. I ignored everyone who told me that this was going nowhere and I was happy with our relationship. But lately it already felt one sided. I don’t want your whole world to revolve around me but at least know that you have someone waiting for you.”

Heejin’s eyes started to water, the words coming from you suddenly hit her at how she’s been treating you. All the nights she’s promised and failed, just because she was too focused on her career she neglected you.

“Y-y/n, please….”

You tried to keep it together, seeing her this broken hurt you in more ways than one. You had the right to be angry but you didn’t want to, it was something Heejin really wanted.

“You didn’t want to admit it but our relationship was already struggling,” you said before turning again to leave but her grip tightened making you look back, hiding the tear that left your eye as you looked over your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, for being like this, you deserve someone b-better,” You flinched when her voice broke, hearing the regret and pain behind her voice as you felt her grip loosen. You turned to leave, stopping at the door and closing your eyes the tears flowing down as you sighed.

“I wish the best for you, Heejin.”

You left the apartment and left her there to drop to her knees, sobbing as she watched you leave.

While you waited until you were outside, leaning against the wall, your knees buckling at the reality that you and Heejin would be breaking it off.

You cried your eyes out, not caring at the people who passed by and looked at you with worry but never approached.

You wiped your tears, looking up at the sky and breathed in heavily as you thought. For Heejin to achieve her dreams, she has to make sacrifices…...

…..Which unfortunately had to include you.

[sokkas-honour]

hii if ur taking requests can i get a zuko x reader where they get into an argument & they dont talk to each other for sometime but then they make up & its just angsty & super fluffy? also can it be when zuko's firelord? thank u!!

ofc you can! hopefully this works :) it’ll be a two parter

The ember island failures: part one - zuko x reader

summary : zuko and you had been growing slighty apart from all his duties as firelord. in order for him to catch a break as well as spend more time with you, you both planned a trip to ember island months ago but what happens when the avatar shows up stating he had a diplomatic trip with the firelord planned the same day you’re set to leave

wc : 1.8k

notes/warnings: i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but didnt know how to switch out firelady to it being gender neutral so i apoligise. i use a curse word here and there but thats about it. stay tune for two though!!

part two

taglist (always open) : @draqondance @biqherosix

you woke up, excitement cursing through your veins as you immediately remembered what was happening today, you were heading to ember island with your boyfriend to finally have some time alone to relax, away from all of the problems in the world for just a few days. your excitement dimmed a bit as you realised zuko was long out of bed but it didn’t matter, you’d have him all to yourself later today.

you finished packing a couple of things, even taking the time to make zuko’s bag so that he didn’t have another responsibility on top of everything he already has to deal with. your excitement was still going strong as you gently put a couple of bathing suits into your bag. once you were done, you called a nearby servant that you adored to bring the bags to the airship.

your smile and happiness filled the nearby palace corridors, making nearby servants and guards chuckle as it had been a while since they’d seen anyone in the palace seem so carefree. you made your way to the kitchen and asked the cook if you could have a fruit tart and of course he gave it to you, you had always been so nice to him and his staff, constantly complimenting the food, they couldn’t wait for you to finally become firelady.

munching on a fruit tart, you made your way to the courtyard where zuko and you met each morning if he’d awoken long before you. you waited patiently while watching the baby turtle ducks splash around making you smile at how adorable they were. suddenly, you heard a voice that you recognised but it wasn’t the raspy one you loved but the chirpy voice of the young avatar.

“y/n! it’s so good to see you!” he exclaimed while walking towards you, turning your head to meet his gaze you grinned. it had been a couple of months since you’d seen your friends with whom you’d traveled the world with in order to defeat the old firelord. though his presence did confuse you.

“aang! it’s been so long!” you met him half way and embraced him in a hug, god it had been a while.

“it has, it really has. i’m sorry that i can’t talk for awhile, appa has become a bit impatient these days but hopefully we can catch up on him while we see how yu dao is going! speaking of that, any idea where zuko is?” he chirped. his words bright and cheery confused you, since when were you and zuko going to yu dao? you were both supposed to leave for a couples getaway to ember island, not a diplomatic trip to the ex colonies.

before you got to ask your friend about what the hell he was talking about, you saw the love of your life from over his shoulder.

“aang! it’s so great to see you!” his sweet, slightly raspy, voice beamed. his facial expressions all showed the sheer amount of happiness that the firelord felt to finally see a friend of his that he’d been away from for awhile. with greeting aang on his mind, zuko didn’t notice the look of confusion on his partner’s face.

the airbender turned around, his back now facing you, in order to embrace his close friend.

“there you are! how was the fire nation been since i last saw you two?” aang asked after they separated from their hug. he had directed the question to the both of you but you were still confused as to what was going on to even bother to answer the question but apparently your face didn’t express your current feeling as your usually attentive boyfriend hadn’t looked at you in any way other than just happiness. he even made his way next to you, placed an arm around your waist and gently kissed your forehead as a way to say good morning.

“it’s been worse that��s for sure.” he joked nervously, not wanting the avatar to be worried. both boys turned to you for your answer but were met with silence until you realised they were waiting for you to speak.

“yeah, it has.” you absentmindedly said but quickly composed yourself as to not alert the benders near you. you added on to your response in a more cheery and reading manner. “firelord business has been stealing this boy from me.”

all three of you nervously laughed.

“we should probably start heading out, appa’s been a bit impatient these last couple of days so i don’t want to keep him waiting for too long.” aang was the first to speak, urging the couple to bring their stuff into the flying bison.

“i’ve already told a guard to bring my bags to the barn, i just need to double check something with a general and i’ll meet you out there.” zuko informed him and removed his hand from your waist. he turned around but before he could even make a step, you grabbed his wrist to stop and interrogate him.

“when did you plan this trip to yu dao?” you asked rather harshly as his head turned to face you in order to hear what you wanted to say.

“aang wrote to me about two weeks ago in order to check on how they’re doing ever since they’ve been left to do their own thing. didn’t i tell you about this the other day.” he turned his body around completely to face you.

“no, you haven’t told me anything zuko. we haven’t had more than ten minutes to each other in so long!” you exclaimed and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he was so sure he’d told you about it.

“i’m sorry then, i genuinely thought it’d told you. now, if you don’t mind i’m gonna go to general ikoso to make sure that he’s got everything under control. then i’ll come back to say goodbye okay?” he reasoned with you, eyes darting to your grip on his wrist, trying to make you get the hint to just move on and let him do his job.

“don’t you even remember what today was supposed to be? or are you stupid enough to forget about it?” you asked accusingly, removing your grip rather aggressively.

“hey guys, i’m just gonna go wait by appa. y/n, it was to see you, zuko, i’ll see you by appa.” the airbender awkwardly said trying to get out of the area, not wanting to see any sort of fight between his friends. you felt a bit guilty about bringing this up while aang was around but you couldn’t bother to wait.

“that’s fine aang, youre good.” you turned your head briefly to give him a small smile before he rushed out awkwardly and turned back to your boyfriend.

“no y/n, last time i checked it wasn’t our anniversary, it isn’t your birthday or mine. believe me, i would never forget those even when i’m swamped with work.” zuko smiled warmly reassuring you which just made you even madder.

“you’re right, you didn’t because i would be even more pissed at you.” you calmed down a little making him chuckle a bit at your statement. you continued.

“you forgot about the fact that we’ve been planning a trip to ember island for months!” your anger and annoyance came back, completely ditching the softer tone you’d taken just a second ago.

you watched as his face went from a simple smile to confusion, to realisation to then regret and embarrassment.

“shit, i completely forgot we even planned that, it’s fine we can reschedule.” he asked for forgiveness while attempting to reason with you, if only he knew that it only pissed you off.

“no we can’t zuko! i’ve been prepping for this for months! it was a time for us to finally see each other because you’re never around! i understand you have duties as a firelord, believe me, i agreed to deal with all of this when i followed you to the fire palace after ozai. but you also agreed to make time for me! and guess what? you’ve completely neglected me for the last couple of weeks!” you vented, your voice getting louder and louder as you continued.

“y/n-”

“no! listen to me! not only have you been neglecting me but you have also been neglecting yourself! you wake up before me and go to bed after me, so not only do i not see you, you’re barely getting any sleep zuko! you’re tiring yourself out, i can see it, aang probably saw it, hell everyone who works in this stupid palace can see it! you’re gonna hurt yourself and you keep denying to open up to me or even just relax!” you interrupted him, not wanting him to interrupt you before you finished. your tone switched from accusing to just pleading after you took a breath. “you promised me this trip! you promised yourself this trip! two weeks, that’s all i’m asking for zuko! everyone in this damn place was ready to take over while we enjoyed time together, something we haven’t experienced in months. please zuko, i’m sure aang would understand.”

his eyes had averted from your gaze a while ago and was just staring at the ground, trying to figure out what to say to his partner that as he personally believed was in the right but he just couldn’t take a break now. him cancelling a diplomatic mission could come to hurt him later but he knew that aang could deal with it.

you stared at him while his gears were turning, your right hand had suddenly placed itself on his upper left arm to add to the fact that you were pleading him to understand your point of view.

he lifted his head and stepped back, making you drop your hand to your side and search for his gaze to try and anticipate what he was going to say.

“seeing how yu dao is going is more important than a stupid little trip y/n.” he harshly stated, his usually warm gaze turned rather cold which took you aback. you swallowed literally and figuratively the information, taking in your boyfriend neglecting the trip that had planned months ago, his mental and physical health, and your relationship together.

“well zuko, if you feel that way, i guess i’ll see you in two weeks. believe me, my trip wouldn’t have been any different than my every day life.” you replied, your tone matching his before sharply turning on your heals and left towards the docking area before he could even reply.

zuko watched you leave, realisation washing over him at his words as you were out of his eyesight.

“damnit, how stupid could i be?” zuko cursed under is breath, head leaning slightly on his arms. he took a deep breath and made his way to the stables where he assumed appa was with his head down in shame. he just hopped that when you saw each other again everything would be forgotten.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Monsters  -  Eleven (Alternate Ending)

Pairing: Dark!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Injuries, Fluff, Mentions of Mental Disorders and Personality Disorders (of which I've used personal experiences as references)

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Fourth day of ficmas and y’all get an alternate ending!! The end of this has given me an idea for a new dark!Fic that could potentially become a dark series but idk yet. Anyway, enjoy!! 

A/n 2: This doesn’t fall in line with Madness or Bad Dream, but idc

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!

Series Masterlist

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“(Y/n)? Honey? You in here?” Bucky hesitantly pushes open the front door, senses on high alert in case you make a hostile move.

“James?”

He walks slowly into the living room, smiling softly when he sees you.

“Hey,” he whispers. You eye him warily and he sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he begins gently, sitting down next to you, “I know what I did was wrong, and I know it looks like I chose her over you, but I’m here for you now. And I’m gonna be here for you as long as you’ll have me.”

You stare at him for a moment longer before grinning.

“You need me,” you state. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “That’s why you came back,” you elaborate, “because you need me. Because you know that Natasha won’t be able to handle you the way I can.”

He swallows hard, thinking back to the way Nat was appalled by the video.

“You’re right.”

You giggle, shaking your head at him. “I know. I know I’m right. I’m the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you! You’d be lost without me and you’re now realizing it, aren’t you?” His guard is up in an instant, your outburst making him uneasy.

You get up off the couch to stand in front of him, hands on your hips.

“You hurt my feelings, James.” He nods, reaching for your hands slowly. You allow him to take them and watch as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.

“I know. And I’m sorry. And you’re right again. I do need you. More than I’ve ever needed anybody and that scares me.” You ponder this for a moment, thinking about all the pictures he received.

“How long were you with her?” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes tightly.

“A month. Maybe longer. At first, she was just something for the soldier when you weren’t there but… I’m not sure why I kept going back. I care about you, I really do.” You hum, pushing his hands away and straddling his waist.

You lean down, lips brushing over his just gently before you smile again.

“I fucked Steve last night. Several times.” A growl rumbles deep in his chest and you pull away for a moment, grinning wickedly as you see his eyes glaze over slightly. His hands grip your hips tightly and he takes a deep breath.

“Your best friend fucked me. For hours. Because you were too busy picking that stupid fucking bitch over me. That’s a lesson for you. I can get whoever I want, whenever I want. You need me, not the other way around. Remember that.” You push yourself off of his lap and walk to the staircase.

“In time you can have me again. But not now. If the soldier needs me, he can have me, but not you, James. Not yet.” He sits panting on the couch, eyes trained on your backside as you leave him confused and aroused.

You close the door to your bedroom and plop yourself down on your bed, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of your mind, the one that’s begging you to leave him. He hurt you, but he’s back. He must care about you or else he wouldn’t have come back, right?

As you’re pondering this, the window slides open with a soft thud. You turn to the sound, anger coursing through your veins as you see the redhead climbing into your room.

“What are you doing here?” You demand, uncurling your legs and climbing off the bed. She closes the window silently and holds her hands up in surrender.

“I just want to talk. Please.” You eye her warily but stay seated at the edge of the bed.

“He came home to me. He chose me. So if you’re gonna try and convince me that he wants you, think again,” you snark, hoping to hurt her feelings before physically hurting her again.

She shakes her head, sitting down slowly on the floor a few feet in front of you, giving you the upper hand if you wanted to get physical.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” You furrow your brows in absolute confusion at her statement. You were expecting a lot of things; yelling, screaming, insults, violence. But this is the absolute opposite of what you had prepared yourself for.

“You don’t even know me,” you scoff, shaking your head at her.

She raises her eyebrows at that. “I know about your parents. Your dad, the paranoid schizophrenic who abused you because he thought he was doing what God wanted. And your mom, the Narcissist who neglected you.”

Your hands start trembling as she brings up people who you’ve fought to forget. The people who made you the way you are.

“You don’t know anything about them. Or me. You’re just-” “Just what? Telling you the truth? Reminding you of the fact that you were raised by them, yet you turned out to be a beautiful, smart, independent young woman?” You look at her, uncertain of where she’s going with this but still angry at the fact that she knows about your past.

“You may have been raised by them, you may have had a difficult childhood, and you may be dealing with something that very few other people can understand, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re not a bad person. You’re hurting, and you’re scared, and I know deep down that you know this isn’t a healthy relationship. But it can stop. We can stop this.”

“You think you know me, don't you? You think you’ve got me all figured out. You don’t. You don’t know a single damn thing about me and I’m tired of you pretending like you do.”

You stand up, glaring at her as she slowly rises to her feet.

“First you come in and intrude on my relationship, make the man who loves me question his devotion to me. Then you come into my room, in my space, and try to tell me that you know all about me. Well, guess what? You don’t. You don’t know a single damn thing about me. You think that because you’ve got the files and the information that you know a single thing about what I’ve done.”

You lean closer to her, lips just barely brushing over the shell of her ear.

“I’ve killed people before, Natasha.” She furrows her brows. You pull away and grin, batting your lashes at her.

“I’ve killed so many people, I’ve lost count. But I remember their faces. Do you wanna know why I did it?” She’s silent but you continue anyway.

“I did it because of the rush. The power of knowing that you hold someone’s life in your hands... and you ended it. It’s euphoric. I may never get enough of it. And when I plan a kill, I plan it precisely. I make sure they have no idea and then... then I pounce.” She backs up a step, inhaling sharply when her back gets pressed into the wall.

“I guess I should thank you, Natty. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be that sweet innocent girl I pretend I am. The one who I’ve been since I moved here. But now that I don’t have to pretend anymore... I feel free. And I’m ready for my next kill. Do you wanna know who it’s gonna be?”

She shakes her head, feeling genuine fear as you talk so casually about ending innocent lives.

“I’ll give you a hint: she’s a woman. And she stuck her nose where it didn’t belong. Do you have any guesses yet?”

“If you kill me, Fury will kill you. I have no doubt about that.” You snicker and pull away, looking her up and down.

“Yeah... but I’ve got someone on my side who isn’t afraid of him. Someone who’d choose me over you in a heartbeat. You may have James, but I have the soldier. He's perfect. Everything I need and more.

“He broke you!”

“He didn’t break me!” You snarl, fist slamming into the wall beside her head. “He showed me who I am and how much I can take. And let me tell you, having those boundaries pushed... it really opens your eyes to what you can endure as a person. It’s a really spiritual process. Would you like to try it?” You ask, eyes wide and full of mischief.

“No. (Y/n) you’re better than this, I know you are.” You laugh, shaking your head and staring into her eyes.

“See, that's where you’re wrong. And that’s what your problem is. You think you’ve got everyone all figured out. But you don’t. You think I’m better than this? I’m not. I can tell you that right now. I’m not the damsel in distress that you think I am. I don’t need your help. Because I like the way I am. I’m fucking perfect! Men want me, I have a purpose. And now, I can get away with whatever the fuck I want. Murder included.”

“James would never-” “You wanna call James up here? See how he likes you intruding on his space? As soon as he sees me and you in any type of fight, the soldier will step in. I know how to trigger him without those special words.” The colour drains from her face and you nod.

“Him and I? We could be great together. I just need you and James out of the way. And look, you’ve handed yourself to me on a silver fucking platter. So Bravo, Natasha.”

“So what? You’re gonna kill me? Then what?”

You shake your head, fingers stroking her cheek gently.

“I’m gonna post that little video of us first. And then, after the good name of The Avengers has been destroyed, I’m gonna take you somewhere nice and quiet and I’m gonna put a bullet between your pretty green eyes. By then, James will be too consumed with his feelings to fight off the soldier, and I’ll have everything I could ever want.”

“Why?”

“Why am I like this? You said it yourself. Daddy was an abusive schizophrenic and mommy was a neglectful narcissist. They made me like this. I’ve pushed it down for too long.”

“But you can be kind! Caring and compassionate and forgiving! You don’t have to be like this!”

“You want me to be kind and forgiving? Ha! The world isn’t kind nor is it forgiving. Why should I be any different?” She shakes her head at you. “I can’t let you do this.” You raise your eyebrows at her and look her up and down.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? You gonna hurt me?”

She has the two of you in opposite positions in a heartbeat, a knife from her thigh plunged into your side.

You cry out in pain, slumping against the wall.

“James!” You shout, eyes full of pure evil as you look at the redhead in front of you.

Her eyes widen as you rip the knife out of your gut and shove it into hers.

The door bursts open as he runs into the room.

“Nat? What’s...” he trails off and you see the switch as the soldier takes over upon seeing you injured. Natasha is torn from you and tossed to the floor while the soldier hovers over you, inspecting the knife wound for a moment before looking back over his shoulder to where the threat is.

She scrambles to her feet and holds one of her hands up in surrender, the other going to her gut and gently holding around the knife wound

“James, listen to me. You need to understand that she isn’t who she says she is.”

You grab his hand, holding tightly and doing your best to look innocent.

“She came in here and tried to convince me to leave you. When I refused she stabbed me and said I was a monster just like you. I-I didn’t want her to hurt you... I had to do it...” You can see him struggling, trying to regain control of his body as the soldier reaches out to you.

“Bucky, Listen to me. She's not who you think she is. I know I vouched for her in the beginning but now it’s different. You’ve gotta listen to me. She’s dangerous. Please. She stabbed you and she stabbed me, James please.”

He looks between the two of you, clearly measuring his options.

“You chose her once, James. Don’t make the same mistake. Please. I trusted you.” You can see the confusion and anguish in his eyes as he looks at you then over at Nat.

“James, please. Please, you need to believe me. I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I know you’re in there.”

“No! She hurt me! She tried to get me to leave you! She tried to come between us! Don’t let her get away with it! Please, James. Please. She did it once, what’s stopping her from doing it again?”

It’s silent for a very long time, the two of you staring at the man, waiting for him to make his decision. When you see his shoulders tense and his jaw clench, you know you’ve won this fight.

The soldier turns to Nat, metal plates in his arm whirring as he clenches his hand in a fist.

“Leave. Never come back. If I ever see you near here again I will kill you.” His words are spat with a thick Russian accent, and it takes all of your self-control not to smile wickedly at the redhead.

“James please! Please, you’ve gotta listen! She isn’t who you think she is!” He says nothing, simply takes your hand and nods at you.

“He picked you last time. Now he’s finally picking me,” you whisper, smiling softly at the man only to grin wickedly at Nat when he turns away.

“Leave now,” he barks, glaring at her until she starts moving. She half runs half limps out of the house, leaving you alone with the soldier.

“Thank you,” you whisper, hugging him tightly then hissing as the wound in your side burns.

He lays you down on the ground, inspecting the gouge before nodding to himself. He stands without another word to retrieve a first aid kit and when he’s beside you again he starts stitching you up, his fingers gentle and kind.

You spend the rest of the day relaxing with the soldier, Bucky hardly making an appearance at all.

You’re getting ready for bed when you feel someone’s eyes on you.

“God, do none of you have any respect for other peoples’ privacy?” You demand, turning around with your hands on your hips.

Steve stands by the door, his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.

“You know why I’m here.” Is all he says. You nod, pursing your lips and plopping down on your bed.

“The redhead sent you. Came and tattled on me for being a bad girl, right?” He says nothing, but you see a muscle in his jaw twitch.

“Fury’s gonna find out.”

“Oh yeah? And then what? Is he gonna deprive his pet of the one person who can keep him calm and contained?” Steve’s silence is answer enough.

“Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here. You and I both know that you’re just as fucked up as I am, if not more.” He swallows hard and avoids eye contact, making you chuckle.

“Imagine what would happen if people found out about Captain America’s depraved fantasies. Imagine if they knew how badly he craves power... how he longs to make people cower before him. Well, I don’t think they'd react too well to that. Do you?” His nostrils flare as he finally looks at you.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I want to help you find her. Whoever it is you’re planning on taking. I want to be a part of it.” He furrows his brow, taken aback by your request.

“Why?”

“Because,” you whisper, pushing yourself to your feet and standing right in front of him. “The power is euphoric. It’s addictive. And I wanna feel it again.”

He stares down at you, blue eyes fighting a battle as he mulls over your words.

It’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong. He knows you’re not a good person and that wanting the things he wants isn’t something a good person, a normal person, wants. And yet... there’s something so alluring about you. Something addictive about the darkness inside of you. And he desperately wants a taste of it.

With a huff out of his nose, he glances down.

“So we have a deal?” You ask, a smile playing around the edges of your pretty lips.

“We’ve got a deal.”

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 9 | " THE SPACE BETWEEN US "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

warnings: very mild swearing; brief arguments

word count: 2.5k

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @gyeraniee @fluffi @stxrryemxlys @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3 @lost-lepord-beanie @hyunsunge @hooniecore @thenoceurgirl @thonkingdeepo

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START OF PARK SUNGHOON'S POV

I stood there at the side, leaning against the arched entrance. I never meant to eavesdrop in the conversation you were having with the firstborn of the Yang family. It piqued my interest upon hearing your troubles and impulsively decided to help you. To pass time, I guess… or to stall my father into giving me his magnificent title of a duke and have me marry some lady I don’t even desire to have.

Without any significant bargain in the offer, I suggested anyway with the thought that maybe this could help me look at myself the way everyone did before I made history with your brother. The physical bruises and scars we both afflicted on each other faded with time, but the torturous memory continues to haunt us. I may look fine around his presence, but he never had the slightest idea of how I curse myself every single night knowing I not only ruined him and his tender affections with Yena, but our budding and steadfast friendship as well.

I was heinous then. But I swear with my whole heart, I don’t ever intend to hurt you now the way I did with your brother. The moment I let myself drown in your alluring gaze under that brightly lit moonlight, I told myself I won’t take another girl for granted. Not just because I owe it to Niki, but because you were the first person who looked at me without judgment despite knowing your brothers detest me with the entirety of their souls.

I’ve been courting you for over a month now and I’m completely aware of the things we’ve agreed upon about the ruse; needless to say, one might catch feelings in the aftermath. I know this was all a show to give Jungwon a headstart for his own game, but why am I gravely pained every time his name slips out of your lips? Why do I keep myself up on most nights thinking about this lingering question of who do you love? Why do I want to hold you even closer to my side every time he looks at us in dismay?

I’ve come to know that I had myself caught in the middle of whatever this is between you and him; that I’m just the fuel to the fire that’s already been there, left neglected within time. But I can’t help but feel like I need to protect you from him; from whatever hurt he might cause you over time. Although I know my place in all of this and where I stand, it still stings thinking that it isn’t in your heart.

Why would it be, anyway? I’m only just a page you couldn’t keep; a filler in your romantic novel who had the part of the villain origin story but couldn’t fight your hopeless hero. Sadly, Jungwon’s five steps ahead of me. So much for telling the ton there was us in the making, but you weren’t even mine to begin with.

Your mother invited me and the Yang family for dinner a sennight ago. She said it was to properly introduce me as your husband-to-be to your family, that includes your lover’s sitting across the table discussing the recent blow from the Daily Tattle, which was, of course, us.

“Jungwon, dear, have you wished your friend, Y/n, luck on her future wedding with the duke-to-be? Need I remind you that she’s going to need some of it from her best friends.” Lady Yang gently nudged her son who was busy tapping his spoon and fork upon the table. “Jungwon here is finally courting someone, have you heard of that, dear? Lady Choi, daughter of the-”

“The ever famous cheese merchant of our city, Viscount Choi, whom without, we wouldn’t be eating this opulent cheese on the table right this very moment.” I finished, which made the two mothers impressively smile in my direction. Realizing how uncomfortable you become at the very slightest mention of Jungwon’s new lover, I figured butting in could end your agony; seeing that your man is stupid enough to not read the situation in front of him. He seemed more occupied with the utensils than your disheartened state.

As predicted, you excused yourself, and it went without saying that Jungwon followed after you as you rushed out the dining hall and out to your garden. Your brothers and his soon left the hall and went with their casual discourse on the parlor, leaving his and your mother exchanging wedding plans with the company of champagne bottles and cheese. I held my head up high as I walked into the library to reflect on matters that kept me wondering at night. Until Niki strode in, with a pocket watch in hand.

“Riki, I’m-”

“Save your breath, Your Grace. You’re going to need it in case you piss the hell out of Jungwon and he lands his knuckles on your pretty face again.”

“Why don’t you do it then? Can’t get your hands dirty for your sister yet you can for Yena?”

“Do not fucking tempt me, Sunghoon.”

“Too bad. I’d love to see you try, though.”

“And I’d love to see your little mouth shut, Your Grace. You’re impressive, but I’m sure you’ve always been told that. For a moment there you really had me thinking you were about to apologize to my brother. Turns out you’re still the coward that you’ve always been.” Jay walked in unannounced, slightly scaring me. He’s like a lion ready to hunt for prey, even though he’d just sit there looking unbothered. I’ve always deemed your eldest brother with veneration. All I did was drop my head low when he threw me those harsh words, though I completely agree as they embody me in so many ways possible. I hate it.

“A wedding, huh? Don’t you think you’re going too far, already? This ruse is nothing but a shame to both our families. Heed me while I’m asking you nicely to end this foolishness you’ve invoked on our sister.”

“Forgive me… but I’m afraid I can’t.”

Fortunately, Niki was quick enough to grab a hold of Jay when he was about to come at me. I must say this now before it’s too late, and better be in front of your brothers than your lover.

“I will take full responsibility for Y/n. I will be a man of worth to her and a word of honor, I will end any future causes of grievances upon us both. I will protect her from it, just as I’m doing now.”

“You’re doing nothing but stall her from her fate with Jungwon!”

“And how do you know she still cares for him? Haven’t you seen the look on your dear sister’s face whenever Jungwon’s name is brought up? Haven’t you seen that man strolling around the town with a fancy girl in hand a week after breaking your sister’s heart? I thought so. But you just want things to go your way. I’ll respect that. For now.”

I dashed out of the library after giving them a piece of my mind. Though I had planned to apologize to Niki, Jay’s words got the best of me. I headed towards the garden to look for you, but before I could have your attention, Jungwon already did.

END OF PARK SUNGHOON’S POV

 Jungwon rushed to the garden, following Y/n’s quick pace in an attempt to block out any possible thoughts about her lover. Basking under the bright moonlight, Jungwon grabbed her by the wrist, making her turn and crash against his jabot-clad chest.

“Y/n, please-”

“Really, Jung? God! You totally had me fooled that day when I thought we were having a moment!”

“We did! But-”

“But what? You can’t hold yourself accountable for the things you left me with so you squander your way with another lady? Tough blow, don’t you think?”

“Please, Y/n, I just need you to listen to me and-”

“I’m tired, Jung. All these years, you let me wait for you for five years just to have you run back and hurt me again. I’m tired of you making a fool out of me, and I’m dumb enough to always let you. Because I love you. I love you so much, it fucking hurts. I have so much love for you yet here you are, always welcoming me with fleeting bliss and leaving me with endless torment. But the damage has been done and I’m out. I love you, but I guess I’m going to have to leave it like this.”

“You still do?”

“God! I poured out my heart for you and all you could say was that? Jung, how can you be so dense?! I wouldn’t have let you hold me that day in the forest if I don’t love you! I asked you for a new start but you ran off and a week later you’re traipsing around Northumberland with Lady Choi! Right in front of me!”

“You were with that man that day too, in front of me! You look at him with so much admiration with your hand hanging on his arm. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“More than the damage you did to me? What a load of nonsense, Jung! And here I thought you already knew that Sunghoon and I were just fooling around to get to you.”

“Well, I’m here now, Y/n! I’m all yours now!”

“No, you’re not. You just can’t bear the truth that you lost me to him. At the end of the day, it will always be your pride. It always has been. I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m apologizing but I still will. This ends here, Jung. I wish you well.”

The entire time that Y/n and the young lord were arguing out the garden, Jay and Niki were carefully listening from the library’s window; Niki figured it was finally time to spill the truth to his sister.

Niki followed Y/n to her room, taking note of the soft sobs and sniffles she emitted. She turned around when she felt her brother’s footsteps trailing after her.

“Riki…” Niki was suddenly enclosed by Y/n’s tight embrace, dampening his jabot shirt with her tears. He returned the warm hug as he gently rubs her corseted back, feeling the constant huffs from her crying.

“I’m sorry about Jungwon.”

“He doesn’t deserve me.” The lady muffled against her brother’s chest.

“Maybe you’re right. And neither does Sunghoon. Listen, Sister. There’s something I need to get off my chest. Come.” The two entered the lady’s room and Niki carefully shut the door tight, locking it in the process. He sat atop the neatly arranged bed while patting the space next to him, gesturing Y/n to sit closer to his side.

“Jay isn’t happy with the sudden announcement of your engagement, and neither am I. But always know that I will always have your back, just like how you always have mine. I’ve seen how Sunghoon made you smile and laugh like how you used to with Jungwon back in the day. This day feared me but we’re here now, and I must tell you the reason why we’re all against him courting you in the first place.”

“Remember Yena? The girl I told you about in the letters? Sunghoon… he deceived her. He made her cheat against me, fed her with lies, and tricked her into thinking our love was nothing but a hoax. I saw them one day in his father’s garden, I followed them, curious enough to see how he made her happier than when she was with me. Until he kissed her. He took her first kiss when I thought we’d be sharing it with each other. And she kissed him back... like I wasn’t even someone to reckon with. Needless to say, I attacked him. The boys went against him afterward. Jungwon was there too. With all the lies he wired into her brain, Yena never looked at me the same after that day. And the many days that followed. She and Sunghoon just suddenly stopped seeing after the fight that erupted between us.”

“The thing was, sister, Sunghoon never loved her. He was young and didn’t want to let the opportunity pass, that’s what he told us when I had his collar by my clutch. That was the only excuse he could ever give us. The asshole that he is.” Niki clicks his tongue while dropping his head low, gaze fixed on the carpeted area on the floor across them. “Fuck. I would still have Yena if he didn’t try to treat things like we were playing a game of who could get the girl first. Thinking about the time he wasted on nothing genuine, Yena could have spent it on me instead and I would have had her here, introduced to Mother and the ton.”

Y/n placed a hand on her brother’s closed, shaky fists. Niki let out soft sniffles, trying his best to keep himself from cracking. “I’m sorry, Riki, I didn’t know. He told me it was all in the past and that he desires to make amends now.” Niki jerks up, eyes fixed on his sister’s eyes. “You’ve only heard his point of view, you never heard mine. Sunghoon’s made a whole record in university, Y/n. He goes around the grounds breaking hearts like he owns them. Girls would swoon over him and he would gladly oblige. What an ambitious, cunning little prick. And now he has you wrapped around his fingers, the same way he did to Yena.”

“I’m sure he means no harm now, brother. He’s been nothing but kind and gentle to me. He makes me utterly happy; the part of my romantic story where I used to want Jungwon to be consistent of.”

“You know, I’ve always been considerate of your choices and aspirations, sister. But I will not lose you to Sunghoon like this. I’m afraid Jay and I will have to be very uptight with you seeing him from now on. I’m sure by now you’ve come to understand why Jungwon’s scared of surrendering you to him. He means well, sis, Jungwon…”

“I will not settle for someone whom I have to spend a lifetime second-guessing whether he wants me in his life or not.”

“But he’s been missing you a lot lately, hasn’t he?”

“I’m afraid him missing me is far too different from him wanting to marry me.”

Niki only sighs before planting a soft kiss on his sister’s temple and fixing his fit to present himself back to the lobby. Y/n was left in her room, fidgeting with her fingers while anxiously biting her bottom lip in deep contemplation.

Sunghoon may have stolen her attention from Jungwon, but she had to admit, she never regretted it. She has felt safe with Sunghoon the past months they’ve been together. Jungwon did nothing but torture her constantly with every chance he got. Although they hadn’t been sticking around their ruse’s ground rules lately, she feared the time between her and Sunghoon would be up soon and she wouldn’t feel his comforting presence around her anymore.

Sunghoon may have gotten her used to their dilly-dallying that time apart from each other could make her feel miserable. Not to mention the embarrassment that would come with it considering she is foretold to be Northumberland’s next duchess after all.

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THE GAMES WE PLAY PT 4‼‼‼‼

FINAL CHAPTER ‼

1.6 Word Count

*quick recap*

 

The ride was nice, and you guys held hands the whole way home. When you got back home yall decided on order Door Dash. You both were taking off your shoes and such when the doorbell rings.

 

“That’s odd”, Chris says. You both was still standing in the hallway, and Chris walks up to the door and opens it. Standing there is his ex, Lily James with a bottle of wine.

 

“Hi there”, she says.

 

Chris stops and stare for a second, and then finally says “Lily. What a pleasant surprise.” “I just thought a nice pop up would be ok since you just finished the premiere maybe we can celebrate”. Lily holds up the bottle of wine.

 

She still hasn’t noticed you standing in the hallway. Her eyes are directly on Chris.

 

“Well,”, Chris says, “I do have a friend here.” He moves to side and opens the door a little wider revealing you. “Oh, goodness”. Lilly blurts out. “I had no idea”.

 

You smile respectfully and walk up to the door to shake her hand. “Y/N, nice to meet you”. Lily shakes your hand back but not in a super friendly way.  “Lily”. It takes you back. “Chris, please let Lily join us for a drink to celebrate our premiere”, you say. You turn around to walk towards the kitchen.

 

Chris and Lily follow behind. Lily hands Chris the wine to open and you both sit at this kitchen bar. Chris begins looking for the wine opener and remembers he left at his wine bar next to the living room. He walks out.

 

Lily looks at you. “Are you and Chris dating?” Your faced grimaced. You couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to ask you that. “I don’t think that is any of your business”, you reply. “Well, you know Chris is a lady’s man…if you are thinking about taking things to the next level, I wouldn’t recommend it…from personal experience”. Lily gives you a fake smile.

 

“Well, what the fuck are you doing here then?” You don’t have time for the games.

 

Chris walks back in. “Ok, ladies I finally found it”. He popped the bottle open and grabbed some glasses. He notices that something is afoot. “Is everything ok?” He’s asking both of you.

 

You waste no time. “Lily asked if we were dating. I told her it was none of her business”. He stopped pouring. “She also said that if I was considering taking things to the next level with you that I shouldn’t, because you are a lady’s man.” Chris set down the glass and the champagne.

 

“Lily, stand up. Get your shit and go”, she says without hesitation. “Chris, I didn’t-…” “NOW, Lily. You came here to start some shit and I won’t allow it.” He pulls her chair back for her. She gets up and he follows her down the hallway. You can hear him say “I don’t want to hear that bullshit” and closes the door.

 

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that! BUT she was being a bitch for no reason. Chris walks back in. “I am so sorry. I had no clue she was going to show up.”

 

“It’s ok. Damn ol girl got put out before she could have a sip of her wine”. Chris throws her wine in the trash. “Her fault”.

 

You and Chris continue the night drinking and playing card games. You just love how simple this man is. Then you get a message through Instagram. You click “unread messages”, but don’t actually click the message just yet.

 

Sender: Lily James

 

You pre-read the message.

 

“I just wanted to let you know Chris invited me to visit last week. I don’t know what you guys have going on, but I wouldn’t just show up like a creeper. Here are the screenshots to prove it”.

 

You hesitate. Chris is looking at his phone not really paying attention. You both are fucking wasted. If you click this message Lily will know that you read it. You think…and think…and think.

 

Chris is not your man. These messages have nothing to do you with you.

 

You click it.

 

It’s Chris professing his love for Lily and how much he missed her. That he only has eyes for her. That he wants to try it again, and to come down for the premiere so they can spend some time together.

 

Why would he invite you after her? You keep reading….she declined his offer. You were the back up option. You are completely intoxicated, and your emotions are beginning to get the best of you.

 

“Chris”. He looks up. “Yes”. “Lily is messaging me on IG and sent me screen shots of you asking for a second chance and to come to LA for the premiere. She declined…was I just a backup?” He froze. You can tell he was processing everything. “She sent you screenshots of mine and her text messages to you?”

 

“Correct.”

 

He ran his hand over his beard. “I….wanted to see if there was anything left between Lily and I.”  “So I was a backup bitch??”

“Y/N, no!” “Yes, I am Christopher”. You stand up.

 

Its literally 2AM and your flight leaves out in 6 hours.

 

“Y/N please sit so we can discuss this.” “There is nothing to discuss Chris. You are not my man and I am not your woman”. His eyes grow big. “I do not have times for these games with you, Chris. If you just wanted to fuck I would have been fine with that. Don’t cuddle with me, hold me, and whisper a whole bunch of nothing to me”. “Y/N I never said I wanted to be in a relationship with you. Why would you even assume that?”  Chris finally stands up.

 

You are taken back by what he just said.

 

“You know what Chris; you are fucking right. Why would I? You’re damn near 40, still no wife, still no kids, all alone, and maybe that’s the life you so deserve.” That hit a soft spot.

 

“FUCK YOU Y/N! You don’t know shit. I’ve been working my ass off in my 30’s and neglected the one thing that I’ve always wanted the most in my entire life. A fucking family!”  You both are standing face to face.

 

You’ve never seen Chris so upset. You’ve never heard him raise his voice, but all that ended today.

 

“I am going to pack my shit and leave”. “Where are you going to go Y/N, it 2 o clock in the fucking morning!” He screams at you. You begin to walk off, and Chris grabs your arm. “You are not leaving, that’s ridiculous.” You yank your arm back. “Don’t touch me”.

 

You begin down the hallway, and he follows you. You enter the guest room and throw your suitcase on the floor and start placing your items in there. Chris is standing in the doorway watching. You are on your knees googling hotels so you can leave. Chris closes the door and locks it. You and him are in the room. He comes and snatches your phone out of your hand.

 

“Are you out of your mind?”, you yell and stands up to try to get your phone back. He holds it up high over his head. “Chris, give me my phone now!”

 

“Listen to me….listen to me NOW! Please don’t leave. I will leave you alone, but you must promise me you will not leave in the middle of the night.”

 

You stop. You both are looking each other in the eyes.

 

“I will take you to the airport in the morning like I had planned.” He gives you your phone back.

 

“I am going to bed.” You can hear his footsteps going down the hall. You are so emotional and drained. You look at your phone 3:05AM. You change clothes and  peep down the hall and you can see a light coming from Chris’ room. He normally sleeps with his door closed. He’s making sure you don’t leave.

 

You finish packing quickly and lay in your bed. Sleep really isn’t finding you right now. Then you hear footsteps headed your way. Your bedroom door is open. Chris knocks respectfully.

 

“Hey”, you say. “Hey”, he replies. Chris walks over and sits on the bed. “I just want to apologize for everything. I never wanted you to feel second. You are so special to me; you have no idea.  I did reach out to Lily and I am happy she declined. My intentions were to never hurt you. Do you forgive me?”

 

Well...how can you stay mad at him?? Those blue damn eyes! “I forgive you Chris”.

He leans over and hugs you.

 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

 

“Absolutely.”

 

Chris crawls into bed with you and holds you close. You both fall asleep. Your alarm goes off at 6:30AM. You both are dreading getting out of the bed. You throw on some joggers, hoodie, and some Nikes. Chris makes you a fresh cup of coffee, while you give all the goodbye kisses to Dodger.

 

The drive to the airport was quiet. You were holding Chris’ hand. You arrive to the airport, and he helps you with your luggage. “Thank you again for everything Chris.” “You are absolutely welcome”. You give him a kiss on the cheek, paparazzi are starting to swarm.

 

“I’ll text you when I land back in Texas.” “Sure thing”

 

“Bye Chris”. “Bye Y/N”.

 

You enter the airport… and never look back. Maybe it’s best for you to keep Chris just as a friend. 

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White Day - Shinsou

A/N: Finally! Part two to Shinsou’s Valentine post! Check out the master list in my bio to read the Valentine posts!

My apologies for the long wait on this one. I ran into a bit of a writing wall and I’ve really been struggling with finishing things. I mostly blame my inability to remain focused for any kind of long period at a time.

I hope you all enjoy the conclusion to Shinsou’s White Day!

Warnings: none, floof

Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 1,891

You had decided that Shinsou Hitoshi was the worst person you’d ever met. Even after he’d been your friend for the past year and a half. Even after you’d had the biggest crush on him for most of that time. He’d gone and ruined everything with one simple comment.

He had actually had the nerve to demand Valentine’s chocolates from you while, in the same breath, saying that you were just like all the other girls. You were no different than the other girls in class that giggled over him at a distance. The other girls who would sweet talk themselves into his good graces, pressing themselves against him whenever they thought they could get away with it.

You had never done any of those things, and you hated it when they did that. Of course, you never let your jealousy show; quietly putting up with their vulgar behavior. Of course, Shinsou never seemed to mind it as he allowed it to continue with a word of discouragement. You supposed he enjoyed the attention.

Whatever. Let him have it. You refused to be a part of it, anymore. No longer did you sit with him at lunch, giving him a death glare if he so much as breathed in your direction. You walked back to the dorms with your other friends, ignoring Shinsou and storming away from him every time he approached you. To say you were furious with him was an understatement.

While you were busy ignoring and avoiding him, you neglected to see a change in Shinsou’s behavior. You had been giving him the cold shoulder for a couple of weeks and he was becoming increasingly agitated towards your other classmates. He wasn’t exactly the brightest ray of sunshine to begin with, but his mood had begun to deteriorate immensely.

By the third week, you began to notice a change in your female classmates. They seemed to start skirting around Shinsou, giving him a wide berth, while giving you mean looks. The girls huddled around each other in the corner and you could hear them whispering about Shinsou’s foul moods lately and how he wasn’t any fun to be around lately. You didn’t care about that, though.

No, what really interested you was the fact that they seemed to blame it all on you and pointed out that his decrease in friendliness had begun the day after Valentine’s Day. You didn’t care what they were saying, but their timeline had your interest. Had you really caused him that much upset?

You tried not to let yourself think about it as you continued to ignore him. Shinsou Hitoshi was just going to have to accept that you no longer wanted anything to do with him. You would have been lying, however, if not being around him was having its affect on you, too. You found that it was more difficult than you’d thought it would be to block out your long-nurtured feelings for him.

As you made your way back to the dorms by yourself, preferring to be solitary lately, Shinsou blocked your path. His gaze was angry as he stared you down. You glared back, refusing to stand down. He spoke first.

“What the hell has been your problem lately? You make me chocolates for Valentine’s Day and now you suddenly hate me?” Shinsou’s hands curled into shaking fists at his side. He was really mad and it only fueled your own anger.

“Do you seriously think that you get to take that tone with me after the way you treated me?” You spat back at him. All of your pent up hurt and anger welled up at once as his expression took on a hint of confusion. “Demanding chocolates from me and saying that I’m just like all the other girls. The girls that hang all over you like cats in heat. It’s disgusting, and you always eat it right up.” 

You watched Shinsou’s face morph from angry confusion to shock, then quiet realization. “Y/L/N… I didn’t-”

“No!” You cut him off. “I don’t want to hear your excuses and I don’t want your apologies. We were…” Tears sprang to your eyes, unbidden, choking your words. “We were supposed to be friends and you said that!” Shinsou stared at you in complete shock and you couldn’t take his silence a moment longer. You pushed past him as your tears streamed down your face, not wanting him to see you so upset.

How were you supposed to face him after this?

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Shinsou watched in stunned silence as your shoulder knocked against his own as you left him standing there alone. Rooted to the spot, he couldn’t find his voice to try and stop you. Your words had cut him like a knife and he didn’t blame you for your anger.

He’d messed up. A few careless words and now you hated him. It wasn’t as sudden as he thought, after all. He was a complete and utter moron to not have seen it sooner. He had been stupid to even say what he did to begin with. However, his words were not intended to mean what you thought that they did.

It was a long moment of him cursing to himself before he could finally move from the spot where you’d left him. Shinsou knew that he was going to have to apologize to you in a big way. You were so mad at him, though, he was unsure if you would even listen. His biggest question was how he was going to apologize to you.

As he walked back to the dorms, mulling it over silently, he overheard some other students discussing White Day. His footsteps slowed, an idea slowly forming in his mind. White Day. It was barely a week away, giving him time to plan and also allowed you some time to cool down.

An immediate idea came to him that he could start on right away and he dashed towards the campus gardens. Without much trouble, he got permission from the Garden Club to get flowers from the garden in the early mornings.

Shinsou had paid very close attention to you the moment he realized that he had feelings for you. He’d been very careful at concealing them, waiting to get a feel for how you felt about him. It didn’t take him long to figure it out, but he had no idea how to approach you about it. The last thing he wanted was to be wrong and scare you away.

Valentine’s Day had changed that, however, when he’d seen you try to sneakily hide a box of chocolates in your desk. That was when he let his ego take over and wound up messing everything up. Now, he had to do whatever he could to make it right.

Every morning leading up to White Day, before class and before his daily training, he left a single bloom of your favorite flower on your desk. It was early enough that no one was around, so no one could suspect him. Least of all you. He usually found his way to class about five minutes before start, which meant that most of your classmates were already in the room. 

By the time he made it to his seat, you were already admiring the flower he’d left with confusion. You had no clue that it was him. Shinsou was willing to bet a lot that you had no idea that he even knew your favorite flower. Day after day, he would smile to himself as you handled each flower with the utmost care. He could tell that, even though you had no idea who they were from, that they were making you nearly giddy.

White Day finally arrived and Shinsou hoped that the daily flowers had been enough to soften you up. He had managed to reach the dorms before anyone else, even after stopping at the gardens, and waited at the entrance for you to return. When you finally appeared, you were alone and you hesitated when you saw him.

He watched as you seemed to contemplate another way into the dorms without crossing his path and he lifted the bouquet he held in his hands as an offering to you. Your eyes widened slightly and you hesitantly stepped closer, just within reach of the bouquet. 

“It was you leaving the flower on my desk every morning?” Your soft inquisition reached his ears and he gave a gentle smile as he nodded. You frowned, not taking the flowers from him as you stared him down. “If you thought that somehow guessing my favorite flower and giving me a few was just going to magically fix everything, then you were sadly mistaken.” Shinsou’s eyes widened, the bouquet dropping to his side as his expression filled with anguish.

“Y/L/N, please, let me explain. You didn’t really give me a chance the last time we spoke and I’d really like to.” He stared straight back into your eyes as you contemplated his request quietly. After a moment, you shifted your backpack and clicked your tongue with annoyance.

“Fine. You have one minute.”

Hope fluttered in his chest, lifting his spirits a bit as his expression eased slightly. “You were right- I should have never said you were like the other girls. You’re not. In fact, you’re nothing like them at all.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “When I said that, I had only meant that I had noticed that you had a crush on me. I didn’t… I never even thought about the impact of what I was saying; I was careless.” Your expression, which had been stern and angry, was slowly softening. He pressed on.

“Y/L/N, I’ve never cared about those girls, and they don’t really care about me, either. But you care. I know you do. You cared enough to not only know my favorite sweets, but to take the time to make them by hand.” He smiled at her. “I didn’t guess your favorite flower. I’ve known it since the first week you came to this school. I care about you, too, and I made a stupid mistake. I got too cocky and I hurt you in the process. I’m so, so sorry.”

You stared at each other for a long moment, tears gathering in your eyes. Shinsou shifted closer, though he hesitated to reach out to you. “Will you please forgive me, Y/L/N? It’s White Day, you know, and I’m trying to tell you that I feel the same way. Please-” His pleading was cut short as you suddenly tackled him, your arms wrapping around his torso.

The bouquet fell to the ground as Shinsou returned your embrace, burying his face in your hair. A soft sniffle was muffled against his chest and he carefully pulled you away so that he could wipe away your tears. “You’re such an idiot, Hitoshi, you know that?” He smiled gently, lifting a hand to push back your hair.

“Yeah, I know.”

His lips met yours in a kiss that was softer than you imagined was possible from him. However, he was yours and you were his. The two of you had a lot of growing to do, but you were confident that you could do it together.

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Remember me 

request: Alex has been incredibly busy lately and basically forgetting dates/neglecting her gf. Her gf, R is understanding for the most part but can't help feel insecure and starts pulling away and distancing herself from Alex. Alex at first doesn't think much of it but then realizes whats happening and feels guilty. She decides to make it up to R and show her how much she loves her and how beautiful she thinks she is.

pairing: Alex Morgan x Reader

words: 1839

You knew it would happen again but you didn't expect it so soon. You thought you were prepared and that it wouldn't hurt, that you wouldn't let it hurt you anymore.

You were so wrong.

How disappointed can one feel when left sitting alone in a restaurant at a table meant for two?

You waited for more than an hour before the sadness took over. Alex had promised to come, she promised you with everything she had and yet there was no sign of the brunette.

Alex and you were dating for quite a while now and there was a time where you thought nothing could possibly ever hurt you again with her by your side.

Your head hang low and in shame as the waiter came back to your table looking at you with pity. "I don't think she'll be showing up today, Miss." He said.

"No, I don't think so either. I'd like to pay the bill now though." You took the last sip from the champagne you ordered and tried to hold your tears back.

Your phone was laying next to you, no calls or messages from your girlfriend. You didn't know what to do, you wanted to call her and scream at her, tell her all about the pain she had caused you over the last few months.

But that wasn't fair to her. Alex worked hard and way too much since winning the World Cup in July. The whole journey had been amazing but also exhausting.

Alex had photoshoots after photoshoots, countless interviews and not to mention the victory tour from August to October. So yes, you understood her forgetting about you, but at one point this had to stop.

This was hurting you as well, more than she would know.

It was your three year anniversary and you had this whole evening planned out for her. Maybe this would've been a welcome distraction for her but Alex seemed far too busy for that.

You returned to an empty home, scoffing at yourself for thinking otherwise. She was probably held up somewhere then.

Checking your Instagram you saw a story from said person. You held your breath for a second as a few tears slipped from your tired eyes.

With a shaky finger you tapped her beautiful icon and watched in disbelief as you saw her together with Allie and Kelley working on their merch. She wasn't even in Florida at the moment, she completely forgot all about you and this anniversary.

You decided not to bother her any further and just go to bed for the rest of the night. There was no use in calling or texting her, you were unwanted anyways.

Waking up your eyes opened and locked on the sleeping form of Alex Morgan. For a moment you were completely speechless as this came unexpected.

Your heart bursted with love as she was drooling onto the fabric of her pillow, her hair a wild mess.

Normally you would've touched her by now, gently caressing her cheek or lips, maybe even kissing her awake but you were so afraid that you jumped out of bed, careful to not wake her.

You knew you couldn't face her after yesterday, you wouldn't know how to act or what to say without breaking into tears.

"What am I doing?" You mouthed into the mirror and stared at yourself, eyes filling with tears.

You closed your eyes and leaned against the sink, the feeling of emptiness coming back.

Getting ready for the day you arrived in the kitchen making yourself some coffee and scrambled eggs with a small amount of porridge. Alex would get up soon, it was practice day.

"Morning, baby, I missed you." Arms circled around your waist as you stood at the stove, your body tensing in shock.

"You did?" Your hands were slightly shaking, your throat closing up as if you were getting choked.

Alex' perfume numbed your mind, the warmth of her skin numbed you, her whole presence was intoxicating.

She turned you around and stared at you, her eyes screaming 'don't you dare look away'. You couldn't stand this, it didn't feel right to you, so you quickly duck out of her arms and walked over to the table taking your plates, disappearing into the garden right as she was about to kiss your lips.

Alex stared after you with confusion and shrugged not thinking much of it as she filled herself a cup of coffee.

Arriving at practice in separate cars– you left home earlier than her– you quickly changed in the locker room and walked out onto the field.

Alex arrived shortly after, the both of you normally always drive together but again she didn't think much of it at that point.

"Look who's here, bitch, give me all the juicy details. Did she bang you yesterday?" Ashlyn was smirking as she walked towards you, Ali not far behind.

"I don't really wanna talk about it, Ash." You sighed and walked off. She turned around and looked at Ali who was raising her eyebrows and shrugging her shoulders. "Guess we'll ask Alex then." She said and stared after you.

As practice started you kept your distance from the brunette. You rarely looked at her, only if you had to when passing the ball or yelling for a pass. Otherwise you kept your eyes to the ground, talked to others or hurried away before she could talk to you.

Alex grew more and more confused. Deciding enough was enough she walked over to Ashlyn. "Hey, do you know what's up with Y/N? She's been weird ever since the morning."

"Don't ask us. Too much sex maybe? Her legs work rather fine though." Ash giggled. "Don't mind her. How was the date anyways? She was really excited days ahead." Ali spoke, pushing Ash away from them both.

"Date?" Alex frowns. And then it dawned on her. You acting so weirdly the whole time, drifting away from her, looking at her with a longing look whenever you thought she wasn't paying attention. It all made sense now.

Alex slapped her forehead and groaned. "Oh my god. I'm such an idiot. I screwed up, Ali. I don't know if she'll forgive me." Alex panicked.

"What? What happened? What do you mean?" Ali asked stepping closer to her friend.

"I forgot about the anniversary, I was out of the state yesterday working on merch. I didn't mean to, Ali. Fuck! This wasn't my first time forgetting about her. She said it was fine but never acted like this. I believed her. I was so busy with everything going on, I didn't mean to. What do I do now?"

She looked over to you running away from Ash who was trying to snatch the ball from your feet.

"I think you know exactly what to do. You're Alex Morgan. Apologize and make it up to your lady! She loves you." Ali said.

Practice went by smoothly for you, Ash and Ali taking you out to the city afterwards, it was much needed.

Walking up to your front door hours later your mood crashed once again, the house was dark therefore Alex was not home yet.

"Here we go again." You mumbled as you opened the door.

Your eyes widened seeing dozens of rose petals laying on the floor building a trail towards the living room where small candles illuminated the room.

You dropped your bag at the door and followed the petals until you reached the living room, your mouth wide open in amazement, your heart beating a mile.

Alex was standing in front of the huge dining table dressed in a gorgeous red dress, hair and makeup done, whereas you looked like a mess with your boring street clothes. The beauty of this woman was unmatched.

"Alex I–" You were speechless. "Please don't say anything. Let's sit and listen to me, please." She said and pointed at the chair she pulled out for you.

"Alex, what's all this?" You asked sitting down, watching her walk over to her spot.

There was a delicious looking plate of pasta in front of you, two huge candles lighting up the space as more rose petals decorated the table. You also noticed the fire burning in the background.

Taking a deep breath Alex began talking. "First of all, I'm sorry for screwing up and forgetting our anniversary. It wasn't my intention to let you hang like that. I was out of my mind, all the appointments completely taking over. It's not an excuse, I know that. You were always so patient with me every time I forgot about us. I don't know how I deserve you, honestly. It blows my mind that you're my girlfriend. Nobody could have my back like you do, all the support you gave me whenever I was drowning in work. I'm sorry I couldn't give back to you, I feel absolutely terrible."

"I know you're drowning in work, you just won a damn World Cup. I'll always be with you and support you no matter what but it felt awful yesterday. It was our anniversary for heaven's sake, Alex! How can you forget about that? I can understand all the other dates, it's not that important, I mean I'm not a national player like you, I don't know much about all that pressure and constant visibility with media but this was about us, it should've distracted you. I love you, Alex, so much and I don't want to spend my life without you. I felt like a burden and other times I felt like my anger and sadness wasn't right, like it was unfair. It made me think what if you were falling out of love with me?" You teared up.

Alex hurried over to you and hugged you. "Don't ever say that again, no matter what, you hear me? No matter what, I'll always fucking love you, Y/N. You are the most beautiful, amazing, supportive human I've met. I'd be an idiot to throw that away. I don't know how I could let it get that far, this never happened to me before. I'll make it up to you, baby. I promise."

Her thumbs gently brushed your tears away and kissed your lips.

Your emotions were all over the place. You really were head over heels for this woman, you could've married her on the spot.

"Let's try to enjoy this dinner before I'll take you upstairs into the bath. We can watch some movies afterwards and cuddle like there's no tomorrow. I bought some ice cream as well. I'll make it up to you, babe."

"I'm just glad to have you to myself now. I know you can make it up. I'm excited for what you have in store but please, never let that happen again, this was scary as hell." You finally dug into your pasta having not eaten much since practice.

And Alex did indeed make it up to you, in all the right ways.

[cloudykaii]

In the End

pairing: vernon x reader

summary:  can i request a svt vernon imagine where hes been a bad boyfriend neglecting you , like missing dates and all that and the stress of the upcoming comeback makes him snap at you when you tried to spend time with him. and its like really angst but it ends with happy good ole fluff ? :3

warnings: mentions of neglectful boyfriend, cursing, arguing, the names in some kpop imagines make me anxious about writing them wrong :( but I hope you like it !

You did your best, and you were aware of that. You tried to be a good girlfriend, and a good person, but everyone had their breaking point, and you found yourself rapidly reaching yours. You knew what you were singing up for when you started dating Hansol, but after carefully considering all of the options along with the fact that you were madly in love with him, you knew that saying yes to a relationship with him was the right decision. 

At least, you used to. 

But this was the fifth date he had stood you up for, and just like the other four times, all of your texts and calls were being ignored. You let out a sad sigh, and offered the waitress and smile as you paid her, ignoring her pitiful smile as you left. You wanted to go straight to him and talk about it, but you knew that would do no good. 

You didn’t understand. Was it really all the stress... or was he losing interest in you? That couldn’t be it, because before he got so busy he was the ideal boyfriend. he texted and called you when he wasn’t with you, and when he was with you, he was always giving you his attention and taking care of you. 

Thoughts similar plagued your mind as you got ready to go to bed that night. Concerns of him being too busy for a relationship, of the pressure becoming too much one day and then letting you go to empty is plate a little bit kept you from sleeping. You didn’t even realize how long you had been awake until you heard your bedroom door open, and Hansol walked through the door. You straightened up a little, brightening as he came in. 

He didn’t even seem to notice as you as made his way throughout the room. “Hey, did you have a good day?” 

He only let out a grunt, making your smile falter, but you caught yourself. “Have you eaten? I can make you something if you’re hungry.” You decided not to bring up the fact that he stood you up again. 

“I’m fine,” he grumbled out shortly, pulling off his shirt. 

“Are you sure? Because I really don’t mind-”

A loud curse sounded as Hansol turned to face you. “Oh my god, Y/N! I’ve been working my ass off all day, the last thing I need is you annoying the hell out of me when I come home like I want to deal with it!”

Your breath caught in your throat, and the air was silent for a few moments. He didn’t say much but it was easily one of the most hurtful things you’ve ever heard. The last thing I need is you... Did he really mean that? 

You cleared your throat, climbing out of the bed. “Fine,” you whispered.

Hansol sighed, and if you had looked at him, you would have seen the immense guilt swimming in his eyes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. “Y/N, wait-”

“I think it’s better if I don’t stay here,” you stated, but as you reached the door, his hand encircled your elbow and pulled you back to him. You stumbled into him, caught off guard, but you weren’t scared, you knew that he would never hurt you. Physically, at least.

“It’s not,” he spoke. His voice was barely above a whisper, and his other hand trailed up to cup your jaw, eye contact unwavering. “It’s not better for you to leave.”

“You can’t ignore me for weeks, and not show up to five dates in a row- five, Hansol- and expect me to be fine because you suddenly decide that I matter. Especially not when you just got through telling me that you don’t need me!”

The look of confusion on his face only made you scoff as tears spilled down your face. “You didn’t even know we had a date tonight, did you?”

“I-”

“See, that’s what I’m talking about! You have so much to juggle all the time, I knew it was on a matter time before it was too much and something had to give. I just hoped it wasn’t me.”

“It’s not you! It’s not too much, baby, I need you with me-”

“You just said you didn’t, and I-I can’t keep being in a relationship where I’m the only one interested.”

His hands cupped your face, pleading with you. “You’re not! I love you so much, you mean so much to me. I’m so sorry that I’ve been neglecting you but it’s not because I don’t love you or I don’t want you anymore,” He stuttered over his words as he tried to make sure you believed him. “I’ll do better. I know I’ve been all in with this comeback and not with you, and I’ll do better I promise, just please don’t go.”

You let out a quiet sob. “I love you too, but I can’t keep questioning if I matter to you or not.”

He really made you question that? HIS hands were pulling you into his chest before he even knew what he was doing. “You’re the most important person in the world to me. I love you so much and I am so fucking sorry I haven’t been showing it to you lately. I’ll fix it, okay?”

You couldn’t help but stare at him as his thumb wiped away some of your tears. “I love you, too.”

A lot of your friends thought you forgave him too easily. They said that nothing would be any different because he can say he’ll change all he wants. But the next morning you sat at the counter as he made breakfast for you, and you knew you made the right decision, because at the end of the day, Hansol was trying his best just like you were. He made his mistakes, just like you, but you found it easy to forgive him, because after that night, he went back to proving to you everyday that he loves you just as much as you loved him. In the end, that’s what matters, right?

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Namjoon Scenario| You grow distant from each other and go stay at your parents house

You hadn’t seen Namjoon for quite some time. Between his late nights at the studio and his duties as BTS leader you can’t remember the last time he came home while you were still awake. You had begged him to try and come home tonight, just so you could at least eat dinner together or spend some time together but you got a text message that once again, he wouldn’t be able to make it home. He told you not to wait up for him. You threw your phone onto the bed and began to cry. You missed him so much and you couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just spare you an hour. In your frustration you couldn’t help but start throwing your clothes in a suitcase. You figured Namjoon wouldn’t even notice you were gone since he never saw you anyway so you didn’t bother texting him or leaving a note. You called your parents, letting them know you were coming back home for a while.

“Sweetie is everything okay?”

“Yeah, mom. Everything is fine. I just miss you guys.”

“Alright well be safe honey your father and I are always happy to see you.”

You take your suitcase in hand and walk to the front of the apartment, taking one last glance around the place that had once made you feel at home. You quickly realized that this place didn’t feel like a home at all without Namjoon in it.

You arrived at your parents home, your mom and dad both welcoming you in with open arms. You hug them tightly, now realizing just how much you missed them. Your mom takes your bag for you and steps inside. You go to walk in too but your dad stops your with a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and glance at him.

“Everything okay kiddo?”

“Yeah, everything is fine why?”

“You don’t seem like it. You know you can’t lie to me right? I’ve known you for so long and I can tell when you aren’t being honest.” You feel a tear threatening to slip out but you take a deep breath and will it away.

“Just.. problems with Namjoon. I don’t really want to talk about it if that’s okay.”

“Of course. But you know me and your mother are always here for you when you’re ready okay?” You nod and enter your childhood home, immediately feeling comforted by all of the familiar sights and smells around you. Your mom has made your favorite meal and you can’t wait to eat it. You catch up with your family, talking about anything and everything. They wanted to know about your life, how things were going with Namjoon. When your mom asked you that she saw the expression change on your face and she quickly changes the subject.

After dinner you are sitting on the couch watching a movie when your phone starts ringing. You see Namjoon’s contact photo show up, a picture of the two of you together. You debate answering it before turning your phone over and continuing to watch the movie. Your parents both look at you from the side of their eyes, but you ignore it. A few moments later your phone goes off again. You sigh and put it on silent.

“Sweetie I don’t really know what’s going on between you two, but maybe you should answer? Did you even tell him you were coming here?”

“No..”

“At least let him know you’re safe?” You huff and are about to protest before you realize your mom is right. You pick up your phone and send a quick text to Namjoon.

I’m staying at my parents house. I’m safe so don’t worry about me.

Why did you go there and not tell me? Is everything okay?

I’m surprised you even noticed I was gone.

What does that mean? When are you coming home?

That place hasn’t felt like home to me for quite some time now.. I don’t know.

Your phone starts ringing again before you shut it off, not wanting to deal with the situation anymore. You don’t even notice you’re crying until your dad is hugging you.

“Y/n what happened? Something has you really upset and worked up and we can’t help you unless you tell us.” You take a deep breath to steady your voice.

“Namjoon has just been so busy lately and I haven’t seen him in almost a month. I begged him to just give me one night to spend with him and he couldn’t even do that. I just got tired of coming back to an empty house, sleeping in an empty bed. I couldn’t take it anymore I just needed to get away.”

You mom gives you a sympathetic look but she doesn’t push you further. She hugs you and reassures you that everything will be okay.

“That man loves you y/n. He probably misses you so much and is worried sick about you. I know it’s hard but.. I’m sure he’s not trying to avoid you on purpose.”

“I know mom.. but I really did miss you guys and have been wanting to visit anyway.”

“You know you’re always welcome here. But I think you should try to make things right with him tomorrow at least.” You nod, suddenly feeling very tired.

“Go to bed dear. We can talk more in the morning.” You trudge upstairs leaving your phone on the table and collapse into bed, instantly falling asleep.

Downstairs your dad is looking at your phone at the table. He picks it up and your mom scolds him for snooping.

“I’m not snooping, I’m just trying to help our daughter.” He turns your phone on and guesses your pass code on the first try. He searches through your contacts until he finds Namjoon’s number. He answers immediately.

“Baby I’m sorry I’ve just been so busy lately but I need you. Please come home.”

“Um.. I’m not y/n. Sorry this is her dad I just wanted to talk to you for a moment I hope that’s okay.” Namjoon clears his throat and tries to collect himself, realizing he just accidentally called your father baby.

“Of course sir.” Your dad chuckles into the phone.

“Listen, Namjoon. I like you. I think you’re the best man for my little girl even despite the fact that you hurt her-”

“I didn’t mean to I’m sorry..”

“Can I finish?”

“Yes sir.. Sorry sir.”

“You don’t have to call me sir no need to be so formal. You’re practically family at this point.” Namjoon can’t help but smile at your dad’s comment. “So anyway. Y/n is hurting but she misses you dearly even if she won’t admit it. I really hope you two can make things right.”

“I’m going to try my best. I’d do anything to earn her forgiveness. I haven’t been meaning to neglect her. I’ve just been so busy with work.”

“I know, I understand. But sometimes we need to make more time for those that mean the most to us you know? Even if you can’t always come home, just try to make her feel loved and cared for you know?”

“I will.. I promise.”

“Thank you for not giving up on her.”

“I would never. I love y/n so much. More than anything.”

“Good! I’ll try to convince her to come back home tomorrow then.”

“Oh no you don’t have to do that! I’m sure you want to spend time with your daughter.”

“It’s fine. We’ll just plan a visit to come see you all soon. Sound good?”

“Yes.. thank you again.” Your dad hangs up the phone and sets it back down on the table. Your mom is looking at him with a shocked look on her face.

“What? You want y/n to be happy don’t you? Making sure that boy doesn’t give up on her is the first step.”

You sleep in the next day until the afternoon. You drag yourself out of bed and walk down the stairs, rubbing your eyes to try and rid them of sleep. 

“Well look who finally decided to join the land of the living!” Your dad yells. You laugh and sit down at the dining room table.

“Morning honey! I’m making pancakes for you. Your favorite kind.” 

“Thanks, mom.” 

“So.. pancakes first then we get down to business.” Your dad says. Your mom places a plate full of pancakes in front of you and you dig in, savoring the taste. 

“What business?”

“Namjoon business.” 

“Dad I-” He holds his hand up and shushes you.

“Just listen to me. I talked to Namjoon yesterday-”

“You what?!”

“Shhh, let me finish! I talked to him yesterday. To find out what’s been going on. And he is extremely apologetic and misses you too much. I could hear by how broken his voice sounded. He wants you back home. Although you always have a home here with me and your mother, Namjoon is where your home is.”

“But he’s never there.. That’s why I can’t go back it’s not a home to me right now.”

“He promised to do better. And you don’t make a promise to your girlfriend’s father unless you intend to keep it come hell or high water.” You ponder your dad’s words and realize he’s right. “Just give him another chance?” You nod.

“I guess I should pack my things then. I should probably head back home then.. to Namjoon. I was intending to stay for much longer than this and you somehow convinced me to go back home in less than a day. You guys don’t miss me at all do you?” You tease them but your mom looks appalled that you would even suggest that they don’t miss you. “I’m joking, mom. And thank you dad.” 

 You decided to stay for a little bit longer and return home in the evening after dinner. You open the front door to the apartment, not expecting anyone to be home at all. You hear a loud crash coming from the bedroom and you jump thinking maybe someone had broken in. You run to the kitchen about to grab a knife to defend yourself until you see a familiar face peek around the corner. 

“Y/n.. baby you’re back.” He runs over to give you a hug but then stops himself, not wanting to rush things if you were still upset with him. You hold your arms out to him when you see his hesitation to let him know it’s okay. He holds you gently, like he’s afraid if he holds you too tightly you’ll disappear. 

“Hi Joonie. I missed you.” He smiles at you and kisses your forehead. 

“I missed you too. So so much. I'm sorry for neglecting you. I never intended to do that it’s just.. you know how I get so absorbed in my music and I didn’t realize how negatively it was affecting you.” 

“It’s okay. I know you’re busy. You have a lot of responsibilities on your shoulder as the leader of the biggest band in the world. I didn’t want to seem selfish..”

“Hey, you’re not selfish at all for wanting to spend time with your boyfriend please don’t say that. I’m going to come home more often. And if I can’t come home maybe you can come to the studio and we can at least have dinner together?”

“I would love that very much.” 

“And also.. we just found out we get a month long break coming up. No schedules, no music, no appearances. Just time for ourselves to live like normal men in their 20′s.” You smile at that thinking about how you’ll finally get some time together. “Maybe we can take a trip or something?”

“That would be amazing. I can’t wait.” He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, laying down and pulling you in close to him so he can hold you.

“I love you y/n. Thank you for coming back to me.”

“I love you too. And of course. My home is with you after all.”

[dont-cry2020]

“He forgets a lot.”

Harry Styles x Reader

//Harry forgets to pick up his kids for the third time and you get frustrated at him for neglecting your kids, but he makes up with you with some time in the bedroom...// //Angst, smut, and a teeny bit of fluff sprinkled throughout//

“Mrs. Styles?” the secretary of your kid’s school had called you for the third time this week. 

“This is she,” you say, already excusing yourself from the meeting you were in. You knew what this was about.

“Did you know that today was a half-day?” the secretary asks you, knowing the answer. 

“Yes, yes,” you say, jogging out of the building and to your car. “Harry was supposed to pick them up today but I guess he forgot. I’m on my way.”

“Thank you Mrs. Styles.”

You were frustrated, to say the least. This was the third time Harry had forgotten to pick up the kids. Yes, he was busy with his new album but you told him when you got married that family should always come first. 

You had reminded him about this when you got pregnant with your son, who was now six, and then again when you got pregnant with your daughter who had just turned four last week. 

Thoughts were running through your head as you pulled up to the school. 

“Hi loves!” you say, putting on a smile as your kids get into the backseat of your car. 

“Did daddy forget about us again?” your son, Matthew asks as you kiss his cheek. “Does he not love us anymore?” His lip quivered as you stroked his little face. Your son was a carbon copy of Harry; he had his father’s piercing green eyes and his curly brown hair. Your daughter, Rose, on the other hand, looked more like you, but she had your husband’s button nose.

“No, no,” you say, trying to keep yourself together for your kids. “Of course he loves you. Sometimes daddy is just busy with work and he forgets.”

“He forgets a lot,” Matthew mumbles buckling himself into his car seat. He had just learned to buckle himself up and he was so proud of himself. Harry wouldn’t stop telling him how proud he was of his big boy. 

You sigh to yourself as you make the drive back to your house. Harry was a good father, he just didn’t make enough time for your kids and it was breaking your heart. Clearly he was busy today, so you didn't bother texting him about his failure to pick up your kids. Instead, you just waited for him to get home.

It was around 6:00 when you served dinner to yourself and your kids, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. It wouldn’t be the first time he had a late night, but usually, he would let you know and you would save him a plate in the fridge. 

Rose was put to bed right after dinner, and Matthew was put to bed a half an hour later. 

“Mommy?” he asked you as you tucked him in. 

“What is it, love?”

“Are you and daddy gonna get a dee-vorse?” 

“A what?” you ask, laughing lightly. 

“A dee-vorse. My friend in kindergarten said her parents got a dee-vorse after they fought too much.” You could feel your heart break at his words.

“Oh,” you say, stroking his curly locks that reminded you so much of your husband’s. “You mean a divorce,” you tell him sadly. “And no, sweetheart. We aren’t going to get one.”

“I love you, Mommy,” he tells you, grabbing your face in his little hands and kissing your cheek. 

“I love you too, sweet boy. Goodnight, sleep tight, and don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

You shut his door softly and check on your daughter, making sure that she was asleep before you shut her door as well. It was eight o’ clock and you still hadn’t heard from Harry, so you poured yourself a glass of chardonnay and turned on the tv. 

Finally, around nine-thirty, you heard the front door unlock and Harry waltzed in.

“Hi, Love,” he says, coming over to you to place a kiss on your lips. When you turned your head away from him, he realized something was wrong. “What is it?” he asks you, placing his hand on your thigh. You remove his hand from you and stand up. 

“Harry,” you say quietly. “You forgot. Again.” The tears were forcing their way up and it took all your might to choke back a sob. 

“Love?” he says, standing up and grabbing your arms softly. You push his arms away from you. “What did I forget?” Harry was going through every holiday and anniversary he could think of, but nothing came to mind.

“The kids,” you say and it dawned on him. Today was his day to pick up the kids. 

“I’m so sorry It’s just I was busy at work and-” you cut him off.

“You totally forgot and the thought never crossed your mind and you’re so so sorry. I know Harry, It’s the same excuse every time.” You started to raise your voice.

“It’s a simple mistake,” he argues, still keeping his tone soft.

“A simple mistake is a one-time thing. This happens every time,” you were on the verge of yelling and tears were starting to pool under your lashes. Harry opened his mouth to say something but closed it without a word. “And,” you say, shaking with anger and sadness. “You didn’t even let me know that you were coming home late. Not even a simple text. Your kids depend on you, Harry.” 

Once again, he was about to say something when you cut him off again. “You know what your son asked me? He asked me if you still loved him because you always forget to pick him up.” 

Harry’s heart broke as you yelled at him. He watched you stomp up the stairs, tears falling down your cheeks as he felt them in his own eyes. He had fucked up and he knew it. He watched as you slammed the bedroom door behind you, something that he knew meant he was sleeping on the couch tonight.

He considered texting you, asking for forgiveness, until he heard the little pitter-patter of feet that belonged to his son. 

“What are you doing up, buddy?” he asks, sitting up on the couch. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“Daddy?” he asks, tugging on his father’s ring clad fingers. “Why aren’t you sleeping with Mommy?” Harry gets down on his knees and rubs his thumbs on the little boys face. 

“Sometimes,” he starts, figuring out how to put what he was trying to say into words his son would understand. “Sometimes Mommys and Daddys don’t get along that well and they need space from each other.”

“But Mommy said that you weren’t getting a dee-vorse?”

“Matthew,” he says, sadness taking over him. “What did Mommy say?”

“I asked her if you were getting a dee-vorse because my friend from school said her parents got a dee-vorse after they fought a lot and...and Mommy said no that you just forget sometimes.”

“Buddy,” Harry says, holding his son’s little hands. “Mommy and I love each other a lot, but sometimes we fight. But we’re not getting divorced, okay?” he says it softly, hoping that he believed what he was saying as much as his son did. “Now let’s go back to bed, okay?”

Harry walks his son back to bed and tucks him in, kissing him on the forehead and shutting the door on his way behind him. Little did he know, you had heard everything he told your son and your heart was breaking.

“Harry?” you say quietly, standing in the crack on the door to your bedroom. Your eyes were bloodshot from crying and you were wearing a large shirt that belonged to Harry and hit you about mid-thigh. Your hair was a mess but Harry still thought you looked stunning. “I’m sorry,” you whisper as he goes to you, pulling you into his chest. 

“Shh, baby,” he says, rubbing your back. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’ve been putting work before family and I’m so sorry. I love you.”

Harry continues to hold you as he walks backwards into your bedroom, closing the door with his foot.

“I love you too,” you whisper, locking your lips with his in a passionate kiss. All the emotion you felt today melted away as you kissed Harry with all your energy. He lays you down on the bed, climbing on top of you and straddling your thighs, lips not once disconnecting. 

He moves his hands from your face to your hips, sneaking his hands under the fabric of his shirt. He pulls it up over your head, only detaching your mouths for a split second before locking lips once again. You slide your hands up his toned chest, unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt as you go. He slides the fabric down his arms as you work your way to get his belt off. 

Meanwhile, he trails kisses down your jaw and to your neck, nipping and sucking at the supple skin before making his way to your right breast, doing the same. You moaned as his lips reached your bud and your back arched off the soft mattress. 

“God,” Harry moans at the sight of you as you remove his belt. “You’re so beautiful.” You connect your lips to his, running your fingers in his hair and pulling at the strands. He groans into your mouth and you love the taste. 

You finally get his pants down and he kicks them off his legs, kissing down your body as he makes his way to your heat. He nips and sucks at your navel and the insides of your thighs, making you squirm under his grasp. The cold rings on his fingers pressed into your hips as you continued to squirm.

“Please, Harry,” you moan quietly. 

“Please, what, Love?” he asks you, really enjoying how easy you are to tease. 

“Harry I need you. I need your mouth, please.”

“Okay, Lovie,” He says before pulling your panties down your legs with his teeth. “Who got you this soaked? Is this all for me?”

You nod your head, amazed by the dirty words that come out of his mouth. He starts by licking a stripe up your slit making your writhe in pleasure. 

“Harry,” you moan, gripping his hair. 

“Haven’t even started yet,” he chuckles into your heat as he circles your clit with his wet tongue. He sucks and licks creating a rhythm that makes you shake before he dips his tongue in your aching hole. 

“Harry!” you shout it this time, making him clamp his hand to your mouth. 

“Y/n,” he laughs. “You’re gonna wake up the kids!”

He doesn’t waste a second before he goes back down on you, removing a hand from you hips and sticking his ringed finger in your heat. 

“F-fuck,” you whisper, stomach convulsing as you feel your orgasm approaching. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks. “Let go, pretty girl. Let your little pussy release.”

You moan out at his dirty words and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you release all over his fingers. He pops them into his mouth, tasting your sweet juices. 

You paw at his tight boxers, his cock straining in them. He pulls them down his thighs, leaving you to lick your lips at the sight of the throbbing red tip and the precum dripping down the thick vein. He pumps it a few times before running it along your overstimulated folds and your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

He pushes into you and buries his face into your neck, grunting and moaning as your nails scrape into your back. He puts his hands under your body, holding you tight as he wrecks you. You shake as he hits the spot that makes you go crazy, thumbing your clit because he was already on edge. 

He feels you clenching around him. “C’mon baby girl. Let go with me.”

You moan into his neck as he kisses your face sloppily, leaving hot white spurts in your sensitive pussy. 

‘’Fuck,” you say as he rolls off of your body and pulls your head against his chest. “We should fight more often.”

You smack his chest. “Harry,” you scold him. 

“I’m kidding, Love. And I’m sorry. I love the kids, you know that; they’re my world. And I shouldn’t have put work first.”

“I know you forget sometimes,” you say, “and I know that you love your kids-”

Harry cuts you off. “Our kids,” he says, pulling you impossibly closer and kissing you on the head. “Kids that we made together.” You giggle and turn around so that your head was buried in his neck. His hands wrap around your bum giving it a tight squeeze Thank God it was Friday because there was no way you were waking up early tomorrow.

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bring her home - part 1

pairing: harry potter x reader / young!james potter x reader 

summary: when a time traveling journey goes wrong you find yourself in a time that’s not your own. now you must find your way back home, that is if you truly wish to go back. 

warnings: none 

words: 1439

a/n: this idea is based on @neurobeing‘s post, which is linked here. as soon as I read this imagine, I wanted to turn it into a series, which you can see I have done so here. I am not exactly sure how long this series will be, but please bear with me because I've never made a series before. enjoy the first part and have a fabulous day!

Your POV 

The beginning of your sixth year at Hogwarts brought forth mountains of stress that you were not prepared for. Not only were you overwhelmed by classes designed to prepare you for your N.E.W.T.S the following year, but the constant threat of darkness from Voldemort’s return and the destruction brought upon by his followers weighed heavily on your mind. However, distractions came easily at Hogwarts from not only your fellow housemates, but your close friends and boyfriend. 

One such, November, afternoon you flipped through hastily scribbled out Charms notes, attempting to commit to memory as much as possible for exam the following day. The Gryffindor Common Room was less than half empty, due to most students being in Hogsmede, which made for a quiet studying space. 

As you did so, you laid comfortably against your boyfriend, Harry, who was absorbed within his tattered Potions book. It was hard to hold back the sigh that longed to escape your lips. Ever since the start of the school term, Harry had been so caught up in both his Potions book and his secret lessons with Dumbledore that it felt as though you never saw him. At first, you understood, but soon Harry had almost completely withdrawn himself from his support system. 

It had started out slowly. There were a few missed study dates when he had evening lessons with Dumbledore, which were easy to forgive. Then came missing actual dates because of that damn Potions book, which no one else was allowed to glance at, let alone touch. Finally, Harry begun to miss meals, homework assignments, classes, and you could tell his sleep was also affected. 

With a final thought, you pushed away your Charms notes and looked up at your boyfriend who was so absorbed in what he was reading. His glasses had slid slightly down his nose, and his green eyes so concentrated, wishing to take in every word that he read. However, you, once again, noticed the bags under his eyes and let out an audible sigh, and decided to do something about it. 

“Harry?” you spoke, but didn’t catch his attention. “Harry!” you playfully whined and pushed the book away from his face, causing him to look down at you. 

“What, (y/n)?” he asked, sharply. 

The tone in his voice caused your heart to ache; how close you were to the boy you loved, but you never felt further from him. “Well, I was thinking, why waste this perfectly good Saturday? Let’s put everything away and go down to Hogsmede.” you proposed, hopefully. 

It was obvious that Harry wanted to decline, but he put a smile on his face anyways and silently nodded his agreement. Not ten minutes later were both of you ready to go, and silently walked hand in hand towards the local village. 

At first it seemed that all was going well. Harry had finally loosened up, and you noticed the gleam in both his eyes and smile come back to him; something you hadn’t seen in what felt like weeks. Then, once the local bell rung, signaling that it was already six in the evening, Harry stiffened. He took one last swig of butterbeer, then stood up, ready to leave. 

“Where are you going?” you questioned, not really believing that Harry was about to abandon you during your date. 

Although it was rushed, Harry had a guilty look in his eyes. “I’m sorry, but I have another lesson with Dumbledore. You can walk up with me if you want.” he offered, already on his way to the door. 

“Gee, thanks.” you scoffed and crossed your arms, angerly. 

Harry froze in his spot and turned to look at you. “Is there a problem?” 

Although your brain willed you to keep your mouth shut, your heart had had enough of Harry’s behavior, and everything came to front. “Actually there is, Harry.” you said and tried to keep your voice down, not wanting to have a screaming match in the middle of the Three Broomsticks. 

“I tried to excuse the behavior at the beginning of the year, but I can’t stand it anymore. You are never around, and if you are, you’re absorbed by that damn Potions book! Not only are you neglecting your friends and me, but also your real classes and your health. This can’t go on anymore, Harry.” you exclaimed. 

Harry’s hands clenched together before he spoke. “Do you hear yourself right now, (y/n)? You are being so bloody selfish. I’m here trying to learn how to defeat Voldemort and you’re worried that I’m not paying enough attention to you?” he countered, his voice steadily rising in volume. 

“I’m worried about you for Merlin’s sake!” you shouted back, not caring who in the establishment heard your argument. “I’m watching you destroy yourself for a professor who is pushing you past your limits and doesn’t even care. I know this is important to you, but if you let us in, we can help you Harry.” you pleaded, your hands placed overtop his, desperately. 

“I don’t need your help!” Harry yelled and ripped his hands away from yours, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “In fact, I don’t need you in my life at all, so just stay away from me from now on!” he shouted and stormed out, leaving you behind shocked, yet fuming silently with anger. 

oOoOo

The following morning, you had still yet to speak, or even look at Harry, since he stormed away from you at the Three Broomsticks. Once he had left, you waited about ten minutes to make your own way make to the castle and locked yourself within your four-poster bed. The rest of the night, Harry’s words had hung heavy on your heart. 

A part of you had hoped that in the morning, he would be waiting to walk you to Charms like always with an apology ready on both of your parts. Unfortunately, you were only greeted with Hermione who smiled at your sympathetically while the two of you walked in silence to Charms, ready for your exam. 

Once in the classroom, you decided you couldn’t stand the sight of Harry and chose to sit at a separate table with Neville, Seamus, and Dean, who seemed to know not to ask how you were doing. As you made your way to their table, you bumped into Malfoy who mumbled something under his breath when you collided, then scurried off to his own seat. Before you could think about it too much, Professor Flitwick had passed out the exam papers. 

Towards the end of the exam, you felt a strange sensation on the necklace that was tucked into your uniform. A quick glance down at it showed nothing out of the ordinary, and you returned to the question you had been on. A few minutes later and the sensation was back, but stronger, and you let out a quiet gasp. Quickly, you looked to see if anyone had noticed, but only saw Malfoy staring at you, before he quickly looked back down at his parchment. 

Once class had finished, you turned in your exam and hurried out of the classroom and found an empty corridor, where you pulled the necklace from underneath your uniform. Upon closer inspection, you couldn’t find anything wrong with the timeturner necklace and sighed in relief that you hadn’t broken a piece of Ministry property. 

Though many of your teachers had argued against it, you had taken a leaf out of Hermione’s book from three years ago and loaded up on classes to prepare for your N.E.W.T.S. However, the amount of classes you wished to take did not all fit into one schedule, so with Dumbledore’s permission you were gifted the only other timeturner you knew existed in order to take all your classes. 

Not worrying about the sensation you had previously felt with the timeturner, you quickly spun the hourglass three times to go back in time to take your Ancient Ruins class. However, instead of the normal drop of your stomach you got when traveling back in time, you instantly felt sick and as though you would pass out at any moment as time wound back and the room spun. 

oOoOo

When the spinning ceased, you found yourself on the floor of a busy corridor, with a person standing above you. Relief flooded through your veins when you looked up at the familiar face. “Harry!” 

“Are you alright?” 

The pounding in your head signaled you were not alright and you rubbed the source of the headache, confused. “Harry, uh, what happened?” you asked. 

“Sorry, love, but I’m not Harry. I’m James, James Potter. Why have I never seen your face around here?” 

[ververa]

Okay so ik that your request list is like a mile long rn, but if you ever get around to it, would you please continue Secret with Ally? Maybe farther along in their relationship where reader is just living the domestic life, while Ally is a powerhouse in the Senate?

A/N: It’s not really what you asked for and I’m sorry about this. I just let my mind flow. Also that’s something I’ve really really wanted to do for some time, so I hope you enjoy it! :3

Gotta give shout out to @paulsonix and @misssmephisto for helping me!

Present

From Eden

Secret

Ally Mayfair-Richards x reader x Ellie Staple

Words: 2.273

After what happened with Ivy, Ally didn’t think she may ever find someone. But then you came into her life and won not only her heart, but also Oz’s. It felt as if you cast some spell on her. And there she was. Falling for you more and more with each passing day. It wasn’t possible for her not to. You’re absolutely perfect in her eyes.

You’re her angel. Her downfall and salvation. Her sweet escape from all the problems of everyday life. You were as sweet as a box of chocolate. And Ally desired nothing more, but to get in that box. To uncover a sweet secret. Delicately take off the foil. And to chew through the mystery that you were. Yet, she was taking her time with you. You’re a true marvel and she didn’t want to rush things.

She absolutely loved the whole process of discovering. Ally might have thought she had known you before – but only as you started dating did she get to see a completely different side of you. A crazy one. She may as well have thought that nothing would surprise her any more, yet you could. And you did.

If going on cute dates, having dinners or on occasions waking up next to you – wouldn’t make her fall in love with you, that crazy side of you definitely did. You’re so young and full of energy. You wanted to explore things and she’s more than happy to be there by your side.

Ally was absolutely mad about you. No matter how often she saw you, kiss you, touch you – she just couldn’t get enough. And you enjoyed all of it. All the affection and attention she was giving you. All the praises and compliments. But what you liked the most was that she never stopped being a conqueror. Every day, every hour and minute she was fighting for you and winning your heart and soul.

You had a great senator wrapped around your little finger. You may not realise that, but Ally was ready to do absolutely everything for you. And she most likely would, but her position was connected with some certain rules that shouldn’t be broken.

The rules and responsibilities. They’re the reason for your spending your birthday without your girlfriend. At first you thought she just wanted to surprise you. Though the realisation that she had actually forgotten came to you quite quickly. That’s okay. She’s just busy. It happens – you thought. But you couldn’t deny you’re upset.

The feeling of being forgotten and neglected was taking it’s toll on you. That’s why you agreed almost immediately, when your friends suggested some party. You went to the club and drank more than you had planned. It’s pretty late. Your friends were way too drunk to pay any attention to you, so once again you ended up on your own. Your not so sober mind decided, it’s a time to call Ally, so you went outside. You called, but she didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes and were about to come back inside. Yet, another idea crossed your mind.

Why not to call your professor? Well, actually she wasn’t just your professor. She was more like a friend. You even used to have a crush on her and if it hadn’t been for Ally you’d most likely hit on her. The both had something that’s attracting you. It’s hard to say what exactly it was. Maybe their strength and the safety you felt every time they were around. Maybe their compassion or power that was radiating from both of them. You’re like a moth attracted to their light, flying straight into the flames – not caring you may get burn.

Ally spent almost a whole day at her office. She had been working more lately and felt a bit guilty that she didn’t have enough time for you. She entered the house expecting you to wait for her, as you always did. Though you weren’t there. Ally began to worry. It’s the first time she had absolutely no idea where were you. She took her phone and saw not one, but five missing calls from you. She immediately tried to call you back, but you didn’t pick up.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Y/N!” she growled

The politician sat down for a moment trying to gather her thoughts. She tried to remember if you had told her anything about you leaving or having classes till late. That’s when she realised it. It’s your birthday and she had forgotten. Ally began to panic. She had never been so angry with herself ever before. She picked your number once again

“Hello?”

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Baby, I was so busy… I’ve only just finished work. Where are you? Please, don’t be mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, honey”

“Um… I’m not Y/N”

“W-what? W-who...”

“I’m a friend of hers. She cannot pick up the phone. We’re at the club”

“Where exactly?”

“I’ll send you the address…”

“Is she okay?”

“Despite being upset and now drunk as hell, yes. She’s fine. I took care of her”

“You what?”

“Nothing. But if I were you, I would pay more attention. Cause you know how it is. Someone may want to stole her from you”

Ally was about to say something, but the other woman hung up. The senator drove to the club. She couldn’t stop thinking that the woman’s voice sounded familiar. She parked and hurried inside. There were too many people. It’s impossible to find you in the crowd, so Ally came to the bar. She was about to ask the bartender about you, but before she managed to do anything she saw her. Redhead psychiatrist.

“E-Ellie…” the senator stuttered

“Long time no see” the psychiatrist said

Ally at once remembered the night they had spent together. They had pretty good time and a lot of fun, though in the morning she woke up alone. And that’s the thing she couldn’t forgive Ellie – leaving without any word. Seeing the psychiatrist was quite a surprise, as she didn’t think they would ever meet again.

“What are you doing here?” Ally asked

“Keeping an eye on my friend”

“Are you going to leave her without a single word too?”

“W-what?”

“You know Ellie, you could have at least leave a note”

“But…”

“I don’t want to listen to it. I have more important things to do”

“I did leave you a note! It’s you who didn’t call me!”

“What?!”

“I had a plane and needed to go, but I left you a note with my phone number”

“Wait… You mean, you didn’t just go away as if it meant nothing?”

“Well, I don’t say it meant something, but it didn’t mean nothing”

They stood there looking at each other. It’s hard for them both to understood what had actually happened. How it came to this? How they both spent months feeling betrayed and even a bit hurt.

And there you were – barely a few steps between you and them. Your drunk mind speeding. Million  thoughts clouding in your head making you feel even more dizzy. Ally and Ellie knew each other. Your girlfriend and your friend… They not only knew each other, but were together?

You couldn’t take it. Not at that moment. How long were they together? And would Ally ever look at you if Ellie hadn’t left? The thought of Ally leaving you and losing Ellie at the same time made you sick. You were pretty sure you may throw up at any time.

“You need to go home” you said to yourself and turned back ready to leave

Though, the women spotted you.

“Y/N!” they called at the same time, but you didn’t stop

“Wait… What the fuck?” Ally asked confused looking at Ellie “It’s you, who picked up her phone!”

“It’s you who forgot about her birthday!”

“Are you trying to seduce my girlfriend?”

“You forgot about her. Can you even call her your girlfriend if you don’t remember she exists?”

Ally opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She turned back, though you weren’t there any more.

“Where is she?” Ally asked already starting to panic

They looked at each other. Their argument long forgotten, for you disappeared. They rushed outside. It’s an instinct, a need to keep you safe at all costs.

You ended up sitting in the park. It’s already dark and pretty cold, but you didn’t care. All you could think about was loosing them. You spent there some time before they managed to find you.

“Y/N!” Ally called you

You shook your head and stood up wanting to escape the trap you got yourself into. You started to run. Where? You didn’t know. Just far away, so that they couldn’t find you. So, that they wouldn’t tell you it’s the end.

“Y/N, stop!” Ellie shouted “Stop running!”

“Darling!” Ally speeded

You would manage to escape if it hadn’t been for your previously broken ankle and the fact that you’re still a bit drunk.

“Y/N!” Ally grabbed you by your wrist and tried to pull your closer

“Let go! Don’t touch me! I don’t want to...” you’re yelling

But she didn’t. Her hold tightened as she tried to embrace you. You struggled with her for a few seconds, but eventually you stumbled and the both of you fell down on the ground.

“Y/N… Baby? Darling? Sweetheart? What have you done?”

“Me?! It’s you! You did it all!” you tried to stand up, but your ankle hurt way too much

“Y/N, calm down” Ellie tried to sooth as she crouched next to you

“You! You both did it!” you cried

“Y/N, let me explain” Ally reached for you once again, but you managed to escape her hold and got up despite the pain

You’d most likely start running again, but this time it’s Ellie, who caught you.

“Shhh” she pulled you closer and managed to embrace you in such a way that your back was pressed against her chest; her hold seemed to be stronger that Ally’s

“I hate you!” you yelled “I hate…”

“I love you!” Ally shouted making you shut up

You looked at her shocked. Those were simple three words, yet she had never said it before.

“I love you” she repeated coming closer to your

Ellie let you go and stepped back. She knew her time with you was over and letting Ally take care of you was the right thing to do, so she let go. Ally came closer and you let her take you in her arms. Her warm arms that always made you feel safe. The brunette hugged you and start kissing all over your face, but you could feel Ellie’s eyes on you.

“I love you” she kept on repeating until she heard you sobbing

Ally pulled away enough to see your face.

“I can’t… I’m sorry. I-I love you, but I-I c-can’t, Ally” you sobbed

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t choose… I just can’t”

Ally looked at Ellie, who was confused as much as the her.

“If I choose you, I’ll lose Ellie. But if I choose Ellie, you’ll leave… I can’t. Please don’t make me to, cause I can’t”

Ally looked at you, then at Ellie. She knew you would never cheat on her, but she could also say that you were really close with the psychiatrist. Ally was well aware that Ellie didn’t want to be only your friend, the redhead wanted you in all possible ways just like she did. It’s a tough decision. Staking everything on one card. Risking all you had. Yet, it’s worth to take the risk for you.

So, Ally put her hand out for Ellie to came closer. The psychiatrist frowned a bit confused, but moved towards you.

“You don’t have to choose” Ally said softly

“What?” you and Ellie asked almost at the same time

“I think we both want the same” Ally stated looking deep into Ellie’s brown eyes “So, as long as you’re okay with that” she took a deep breath “I’m ready to share”

“B-but… what about the rules?” you asked

“Aren’t they meant to be broke?” Ally smiled hopefully

You couldn’t help the joy and relief you felt. You threw yourself into her arms and she lift you up hugging you tight. Ellie looked at you unsure of what to do. The senator sensed it immediately, so once again, she put her hand out.

“Are you sure, Ally?” the psychiatrist asked

“I have never been more sure in my whole life”

You kissed her deeply and at the same time you could feel Ellie’s soft hands on your back. Ally let you go. And there you were – standing between the two of them. Ellie cupped your cheek. You wanted to kiss her, but you hesitated. You looked at Ally – just to make sure.

“Go on” she smiled placing a kiss on your forehead

You smiled back. That’s all you needed to relax. You turned back to Ellie and stepped closer. Her warm hands embraced you and her soft lips touched yours. She kissed you once again before placing a few kisses on your cheek, nose and forehead. You hugged her – nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Ally gave you a while, before embracing you from behind.

“Shall we continue celebrating?” she whispered looking at Ellie with a smirk

“I think we could give you a late birthday present” the psychiatrist said kissing you once more

Though, you had already got your present. You had them and it’s all you had ever needed.

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ACTUALLY WAIT! Not asahi!!! I’m sorry I know I asked for him a while ago 😅 I use love him :( but maybe if you have more inspiration for bokuto! :) sorry for the confusion! I love your posts!

this is. the longest thing i’ve ever written. i think it reads well tho so its ok. i just love bokuto. and i could write for him forever and ever. also! i tried rlly hard to keep this gender neutral and i think it turned out well! * lovey-dovey nsfw ahead *

word count: 4073 (holy fucking shit)

“Give me a fucking break,” Bokuto grumbled as he checked the time on his phone. It was nearing 9 pm, and you still weren’t home.

Just when he had that thought, though, he heard the rustling of the doorknob. He stood from the couch and walked to the door, waiting for you to stumble in.

“Stop it! I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m not hugging you goodbye again,” he heard you say with joyous laughter.

Bokuto’s suspicions were correct - you were with that guy again.

Apparently, you had been best friends with him since you were kids, or something. Bokuto didn’t care to know the details - he even pretended he didn’t know his name.

As soon as the door closed behind you, you saw your boyfriend standing in front of you with crossed arms.

“What are you doing?” he asked you.

You blinked - there are a lot of ways to answer that question. “Taking off my shoes… and now my jacket… what are you doing, babe?”

“Don’t.”

You felt your forehead wrinkle as your brows drew together at his tone.

“Do you even give a shit about me anymore? Or is that friend of yours finally getting what he wants and stealing you from me?”

Bokuto didn’t curse at you often - and even less often did he raise his voice in that way.

“What?”

One word, that’s all you were able to say - your throat felt too dry to speak. But that one word made Bokuto feel even worse.

“Did you forget, Y/N? That I had a game today? That you were supposed to be cheering me on with my new college team? Or were you so busy with him that you just didn’t fucking care?”

Your heart sank. 

“Kou -”

“It’s alright,” he said, interrupting you - his words were as much of a lie as any. He wasn’t alright. His brown eyes became glossy, though his glare held strong. “Don’t even bother. I don’t want to hear it. You can go be with him, and I won’t stop you - it’s obvious who’s more important to you.”

With that he turned away from you, walking to your shared bedroom and closing the door - leaving you stood alone in the foyer.

With him? Why would he even say something like that - why would you want to be with anybody else?

You had to do something, you decided - the longer Bokuto sat alone, the more upset he’d be.

After searching your kitchen up and down for ingredients for a perfect dinner, you came up empty. Luckily, it is Bokuto, and he appreciates nothing more than ordering out.

You did make some tea, though, and left it sat on the counter to cool while you went to talk to him.

After standing outside the door for what felt like an eternity, you took a deep breath and walked inside. You found your boyfriend lying face down on the bed, very obviously sulking. His hair was a mess now that he had flattened it into the pillow, his shirt was rising up on his back, showing off his tanned skin. It’d be cute, if the situation was any lighter.

He didn’t even flinch when you placed a hand on his back.

“Kou…”

He didn’t reply - he didn’t move an inch. You weren’t even sure if he was awake.

“I’m so, so fucking sorry.” You moved your hand across his back, massaging his stiff muscles firmly.

“I love you, Kou. I’m sorry I haven’t been showing it. I’m sorry I’ve been making you think the opposite. But please believe me, babe. I love you.”

You heard him mumble a sad “okay…” into the pillow. After a moment, you lied down next to him, your hand still moving across his broad back.

“I love you,” you said again, this time much quieter. You knew what’d make Bokuto feel better: words of affirmation. “And I love watching you play - I’m so sorry I missed another game. I promise nothing will keep me from the next one.”

He still hadn’t moved much, but you hadn’t run out of things to say, either.

“I love how passionate you are, on and off the court. It really shows when you’re playing, though,” you continued with a quiet laugh. Your hand had now made its way up to the nape of his neck, your fingers combing through his surprisingly soft hair. “I love that you love me. I’m so happy that you do. Thanks for doing that, by the way.”

You heard him chuckle quietly, and you giggled with him. Finally, he pulled his face out of the pillow and turned to you. His face held a small smile, to your surprise.

“You believe me, right?”

Bokuto shook his head, his grin widening, your laugh like music to his ears.

“Yes you do!”

“No I don’t! You have to tell me everything you love about me, or I won’t believe you.”  

“Kou…” your laughter died down, your hand caressed the side of Bokuto’s face, and his smile dropped as your voice took on a more serious tone. “Please forgive me, baby. I’ll tell you all the things I love about you every day for the rest of my life.”

Bokuto’s eyes closed, he released a shaky breath, his brows drew together. “I don’t…” he started, but he wasn’t sure he was able to finish the sentence.

This wasn’t like him, and he was embarrassed.

He couldn’t speak louder than a whisper - his fear and insecurity kept him quiet.

“I… don’t want you to leave me.”

Bokuto had never doubted the security of your years long relationship - not even once. Not until you reconnected with this old flame. You started coming home late, missing his games, cancelling dates - always to hang out with your old friend. And the guy was funny and attractive and sweet - above all else, he was touchy. Even while Bokuto was around, he couldn’t stop poking your sides or throwing an arm over your shoulders or hugging you - even kissing your cheek!

And you saw nothing wrong with it.

You must’ve been enjoying all the attention your friend gave you - and who could blame you?

Bokuto tried - he tried so hard to be the picture perfect boyfriend. But that just isn’t who he is - he doesn’t have the time to be.  He has to be the perfect volleyball player.

And he would never, ever admit it - but time after time, you came second to volleyball.

He’d cancelled dates because of surprise practice matches, he had tournaments on your birthday, he’d come home late almost every night at the beginning of this first year of college - and you never complained, not once.

So who was he, to complain about you putting him second? When all he has ever done was hold your relationship at a lesser importance than something else?

“Fuck -” he was crying, and he couldn’t help it - he wiped his face as fast as he could, but the tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

He wasn’t a good boyfriend to you - not by any definition of the word. And here you were, getting the attention you needed and deserved from someone else - he had no right to be surprised that this happened.

“ - this is fucking -” he struggled to inhale through his nose, which was now stuffed and runny, “ - stupid.”

You’d never seen Bokuto so upset - and you had no idea your actions had such an effect on him. You never pegged him as the jealous type - and he wasn’t. But this was obviously much, much different than jealousy. This was insecurity, this was fear. And you didn’t want to know how long he’d been keeping it in.

Based on the tears he shed, it was a long time.

“Kou… what do you want me to do?”

You were lost - completely and utterly lost, and your map was gone with the wind.

Bokuto was emotional, but you could deal with his mood swings. You had never seen him so hurt. The sight hurt you to the core.

“Stay with me.”  

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, a loud sigh to follow. “Come here.”

You pulled him into your chest, and he happily took the invitation, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“I love you - I’ll do anything to show you.”

His sniffles were slowing down, and he was drying his face on your shirt.

“I love being with you. We’re meant to be, Koutarou, I’d never leave you for somebody else.”

“Are you sure?” His words were muffled, and he sounded so sadly sweet.

“Yes,” you said. Taking a chance, you pulled his face away from your chest to look him in the eyes. They were puffy and red, his cheeks were still a bit wet, but his tears had stopped flowing. “No one’s more perfect for me than you are.”

“Even though I’m a bad boyfriend?”

“You’re not a bad boyfriend - you’re not a perfect boyfriend, either, but I didn’t sign up for a perfect man, I signed up for you.” You brushed some of the loose strands of hair from his face. “And I knew what I was getting into when we started dating, Kou. I’m here for the long run. I love you.”

He nodded, and after that, you couldn’t help yourself - you had to kiss his pouty lips. Just a peck, then you pulled away.

“And I love kissing you,” you whispered before going in for more. “You’re such a good kisser, have I told you that?”

Another soft kiss, “Once or twice,” Bokuto said against your lips. You smiled; his flirtatiousness was back - a little bit, at least.

You tried kissing him deeper, running your tongue along his bottom lip before attempting to pry his lips open with your own - but he pulled away quickly, and when he did he looked scared.

“I’m sorry, I -” he said, interrupting himself with a sigh. His hands found your hips and pulled you closer to him. “I haven’t been saying it back. I love you, too.”

“You don’t have to say it back for me to know it.”

Maybe he didn’t have to say it - but he sure as hell liked to. The privilege of calling you his, holding you here, telling you he loves you was one he had taken for granted. And it was only now that he feared losing you did he realize that.

He was selfish. But so were you - and you took what you could from Bokuto. Despite his devotion to his sport, you never felt neglected. Always, you felt loved and needed and damn near worshiped - your boyfriend was never afraid to speak his mind or to show you affection.

You kissed his lips one time, before pushing him to lie on his back.

“Let me show you how much I love you, Kou.” You slid your hand into his and he nodded, looking at you with such a trusting gaze; Bokuto was completely vulnerable to you. He’d make himself your prey, if that’s what you wanted. He’d let you consume him.

You kissed his forehead, then his cheek, then his lips - that’s often the order he’d kiss your face in, as well. This time you didn’t hesitate to pry his lips open, you didn’t give him the chance to think about anything but your lips kissing his.

You had to hold back a smirk after the gasp he made when you bit his lip; while you weren’t trying to be rough, you still wanted to be playful.

“I love kissing you,” you repeated, as if saying it again would take away the fluttering in your heart that Bokuto’s soft lips on yours caused - it didn’t.

In fact, that fluttering only grew stronger when you slid a leg over his waist and straddled him while continuing your kiss. Bokuto’s arms wrapped around your body, his hands lied flat on your back, holding you close to him.

Your own hands slid underneath his shirt, sliding up and down his sides. “Can I take your shirt off?” you pulled away to ask, and when he nodded you sat up and helped him pull the fabric away.

As you looked at him, at his tanned skin and muscular frame, you couldn’t hold back your words. “God, your body is so perfect.”

You watched his chest rise and his lips curl into a shy smile. Bokuto hadn’t always been very body-confident around you - which took you for surprise at first - but you knew he had no reason to be insecure.

And just looking at him like this turned you on more than anything else so far.

“You can play volleyball forever if it means you’ll always look like this.”  

Bokuto snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Take yours off too,” he said, referring to your shirt, and he helped you pull it off.

Now that you were topless, Bokuto had even more of a reason to be into this; he moved his hands to your hips, gripping them tightly. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his heavy lidded eyes examined your body.

As a test, you lifted yourself and moved from where you sat on his stomach and straddled his hips instead. The moment your core connected with his, Bokuto gasped. You would have too, except you expected to feel his hardness through your pants.

“You’re hard, babe,” you cooed, and the man nodded. “Do you want to keep going?”

He nodded quickly, stuttering out, “yeah,” before pulling your hips down to grind into him again, savoring any friction he could get.

“Oh, you’re so needy,” you teased again. “It’s so hot when you’re like this.”

“Babe, stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing!” you said with a giggle. You leaned down to kiss him once. “But I really want to be closer to you.”

He nodded in agreement, and that’s all you needed to sit up and pull your pants off. Bokuto did the same, undoing his belt and allowing you to pull his pants down his legs before you situated yourself on top of him again.

You took his dick into your hand, giving him a teasing squeeze before sliding your thumb around the head of his cock.

“Y/N -”

“I love your dick, Koutarou,” you told him. You tried your best to keep your voice steady as your hand began pumping. “It’s so big and so perfect, it fills me up so well.”

His moans were getting louder as your hand moved faster. “Fuck, Y/N -”

“Nobody else could make me feel as good as you, Kou.”  

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”

You took your hand away, and grabbed both of Bokuto’s hands, pulling him to sit up. He was a bit confused, but he scooted back so he could lean against the bed’s headboard.

His confused look went away when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his ear. “I need your big cock inside me, Koutarou.”

“Please,” he said, voice sounding desperate. Your words, your voice, the way you said his name all drove him crazy - his hips had been bucking up involuntarily every so often, and he needed to cum so bad that he felt like he was going to burst.

He was able to reach for a condom from the nightstand, which you slid onto him.

“Do you…” he started, but the feeling of your hands on him caused him to lose his train of thought. “Do you want my… my fingers first?”

“It’ll be okay -”

“No, babe,”  he said. “Let me get you started.”

You nodded, smiling at how considerate he was. You knew he was right - you could rarely have sex without getting you accustomed to at least three of Bokuto’s fingers first, the girth of his cock being too much to take with no prep.

His hand moved down to your center, and he slid two fingers into you immediately. You took them easily, and his long fingers were curved in just the right way, hitting just the right place, to make you a moaning mess.

“Kou -”

“What?” he asked teasingly, moving his fingers at an even faster pace.

Your hands gripped his biceps, your forehead rested on his bare shoulder, and your hips moved into Bokuto’s hand.

“Do you want another finger?” he asked, already knowing the answer. His third finger was already entering you by the time you nodded.

“Koutarou,” you moaned loudly - his fingers felt so good.

“What, baby?” he teased again. “Use your words.”

You weren’t even sure how to do that - the only thing you knew were his fingers inside you and, now, his lips attached to your neck. “I… Kou, I -”

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah -”

“Yeah? You’re going to cum around my fingers?” He felt your walls tighten around his digits, and he pumped them into you even faster.

He knew you were right on the edge, it’d take no time for you to be cumming - and he loved it. He loved knowing that the only thing on your mind is him, the only thing you could think about is him. He could tell, because the only thing leaving your lips was his name, the only thing pleasuring you was his fingers, the only thing making you feel so good was him.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me.”

And you did, and Bokuto couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Watching you cum made him feel the same euphoria you were feeling - it made his dick throb, it made him moan, it made him needy for more of you. The face you made, the way your body moved, how tight you were around his fingers - it was all heavenly. And he wanted to experience it again and again.

“Fuck, you are so hot,” he said. His free hand grabbed his cock and pumped up and down at a fast pace as he watched, listened, felt you cumming for him. For him.

When he knew you were finished, he pulled his fingers out of you, but he didn’t stop jerking off.

You could watch him fucking his hand all day, but you’d much rather him fuck you.

“Please, put it in - I need it, I need your big dick, please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice - he helped position you over is cock, and then he buried himself inside you with a groan.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, “fuck, you’re tight.”

You didn’t move - you were busy trying to collect your thoughts in a coherent way, trying not to get lost in the feeling of being so connected to him.

“Kou?” you said.

Bokuto pulled his head from your neck to look at your face. “Yeah?”

You moved your hips slowly, the need for friction and movement becoming too strong.

“I love you,” you said through broken moans, and before he could reply you kissed him - you moved your lips against his slowly, but you didn’t bother lapping your tongue into his mouth like you had before.

He was going to reply, he was going to say it back, but he could hardly even think words - let alone say them. His heart was filled with so much love, so much admiration, and there was no way in hell he could ever think of a way to explain it.

All of his thoughts led back to you - your lips, your moans, your warmth. All of you. He figured that this is the closest he had ever been to making love; he never believed sex could actually feel this way. How could something so raunchy, so primal, make him feel so loved and needed? Maybe he was going crazy - his mind was spinning - but he didn’t even feel close enough to you, even though you were as close as you possibly could be.

He hadn’t even realized you stopped kissing him, or that he’d been moaning your name over and over, or that his arms were wrapped around you and pressing your body against his so tightly you could hardly even move your hips.

“I love you,” he said, before he even realized he was saying it. And he said it again and again; your forehead was resting on his, and he wanted to open his eyes and look at you, but he couldn’t figure out how to open them.

You were moaning his name and telling him you were about to cum, but Bokuto was already there; his hips thrust up into you so he could be inside of you as deep as he possibly could be before he came, filling the condom while imagining he was filling you instead.

His body felt like it was on fire, everywhere you touched him sparked another flame that burned through every tense muscle. But when you lifted your body off of his, when you pulled his cock out of you, when your forehead was no longer resting on his, it was as if you had just dumped a bucket of ice water over his head. And he could actually open his eyes again, he could think without being interrupted by his own loud moaning.

You had moved away from him, standing on your knees and hovering over him with your eyes closed, your hands holding yourself up on his shoulders being the only place you were touching him.

He looked up at you. “Come here,” he said, breathless and desperate. You simply nodded, Bokuto took the condom off and tossed it into the trash without moving from where he sat underneath you, and then you relaxed on his lap once again.

And he held you gently - as if he was holding a broken doll or an injured child. His calloused hands tried so hard to touch you softly, one of them resting on your back, the other running up and down your arm. While you rested your head on his shoulder, kissing his skin repeatedly, he slid so he was lying down, with you on top of him.  

No words were shared. It wasn’t necessary. Nothing needed to be said that hadn’t been, neither of you felt the need to speak. Bokuto was still catching his breath. You were trying to ignore the ache in your thighs. You had shifted your position, preferring to rest your head on his chest; his heart was beating quickly, and you were dedicating all of your attention to listening to it.

And then your phone rang. You felt Bokuto tense up underneath you, you heard his sigh at the familiar ringtone.

Way to ruin the moment.

You had to pull your phone out of the pocket of your pants, which were laying on the ground. Bokuto caught a glance at the caller ID when you were back on the bed.

Of course, it’s him.

“Hello?”

Bokuto could hear the guy’s voice just slightly; he couldn’t pick up on every word, but he could make sense of the conversation.

“…got home, and I was thinking… and tomorrow would be a great day to go! So I’ll pick you up at noon -”

Bokuto scoffed and rolled his eyes - how rude of him, he didn’t even ask you, he just assumed you’d go. And you probably would.

But your next words caught him off guard.

“No, I’ll pass on it. I can’t keep hanging out with you every day, okay? We see each other too much - I have a boyfriend and other friends and, look, I’ll see you in a few weeks, okay? I’ve got to go.”

You hung up without giving your friend the chance to put up a fight or say goodbye, and you turned off your phone so there would be no more interruptions.

“You’re off tomorrow, right?” you asked Bokuto as you lied down next to him. He was happy that you remembered. “I wanna spend the whole day in bed with you.”

He chuckled and nodded, knowing he’d have to come up with something to get you out of the house.

“Lets go order a pizza. And then eat it in the bath.”

As he pulled your body closer to his, he nodded again. “Later. At least let me bask in your beauty a little while longer.”

You laughed at him.

“Ten minutes, that’s all I’m giving you.”

“Hey, what a coincidence,” he mumbled, “that’s all the time I need for round two.”

“And then we can order a pizza?”

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Kenma Kozume x reader | Word Count: 684

Games, games, games, games and even more games. You were sick of it. All your boyfriend ever did, mentioned and breathed over the past few weeks all revolved around games. Were you actually dating a games console instead of a human? You couldn’t tell anymore by this point. It truly was infuriating. Kenma never wanted to converse fully or even show you affection, let alone go out on a simple coffee date! So day in day out you sat there on his bed wondering if he would ever make the effort. He didn’t, unfortunately, and you had to suffer for it.

It wasn’t that you minded a relaxing day, engulfed in eachothers company, however with the mix of his reserved personality and the video game obsession it kinda seemed like you were alone on some occasions. You wanted to respect him though due to how quiet and shy he can be, it was only reasonable to avoid him becoming uncomfortable around you, you loved him dearly and knew he reciprocated this despite his emotionless nature.

But in the end you had still had enough.

Over time you decreased the amount of visits and time spent at his house, still keeping im touch and texting, but using the free time to study and see other friends instead of watching Kenma repeatedly whisk through levels of a game to then grab out another to stare at. It hurt not being able to see him as much but on the contrary it felt good to be out and about, considering you’ve already given him enough hints on going literally anywhere.

Kenma was quick enough to catch onto your distance and unusual behaviour, you usually loved hanging around his house! What’s happened so suddenly? It ate at his mins feverishly but Kenma being Kenma, he didn’t want to stress you out or bother you at all. He knew it was probably something he did so he felt like it would’ve benefited him more to figure it out himself to impress you and show he does care.

Of course he was still stuck though, so who better to turn to than Kuroo?

Everyone sluggishly exited the gym, the team was done for the night and began trekking home.

“What’s up bud?”, Kuroo had sensed there was already something, he thought.

“It’s y/n, she’s been quite disconnected lately and I’m just a bit confused I guess” Kenma answered sheepishly.

“Well, what have you done lately? Anything you could think of that may have upset her?”

The realisation hit him like a volleyball to the face, he hadn’t done anything with you lately, he was selfish and spent all his time with his eyes glued to the latest game he brought and not cherishing her like she deserved. He felt rude and quite frankly like he had failed you, a boyfriend shouldn’t push you away like he’s done, a boyfriend should pull you in and make you feel loved! He had to change this, he had to pull you back in.

Kuroo brought him back to reality, waving frantically in his face, Kenmas orbs widened at the sudden action.

“I haven’t done anything with her lately, I’ve neglected her for my new game” he finally mumbled back, guilt written across his face.

“Well I’m definite you can sort this out, there’s a new cat cafè that’s just opened, take her there and she’ll love it” the taller boy grinned back, slightly slapping his junior on the back for good luck. Kenma hummed in response, feeling urgent to sort this out.

That evening you recieved a text which caused such happiness that you couldn’t stop the cheshire grin which was slapped acorss your face.

“Hey y/n, I’m really sorry for my ignorance lately, tomorrow we will be going to the brand new cat cafè down the road to make it up to you. Please forgive me, I miss you, -Kenma”

Instantly you text back saying of course you forgave him and you were elated for your adventures tomorrow!

You couldn’t stay upset with someone so cute, even he loved his video games.

Akaashi Keiji x Reader | Word Count: 733

You and Akaashi were one of the perfect couples within Fukurōdani, you had your happy and kind charms whilst he complimented you with his calm and reserved demeanour. You were going strong, you both knew it and were so happy together. You believed nothing could stop you.

That’s why it got so under your skin when his connections with his new project partner seemed to escalate. She was pretty, oh so excruciatingly pretty, long silk hair and gorgeous emerald ords, dainty hands and the sweetest smile you could ever imagine. Perfection was the only way to describe her and she got to eat up all your boyfriends attention over the next few weeks.

You eventually got over the original jealousy, it was silly and you knew he’d never had the intention of cheating, he had more pride than that. It was the lack of attention and love that really grated on you, you wished him the best in his project and wanted him to get the grade he deserved but the selfish side of you craved some more care and time. He couldn’t have spent all his extra time sleeping right? Well he maybe could’ve but that’s not the point, even a quick text back would’ve satisfied you for an evening, just something to let you know of his existent. You understood he was quite emotionless on the front side of things however you thought you had a relationship with him were he could’ve just messaged you despite any situation. Or maybe you didn’t? Maybe you were just wrong about the whole thing.

Distance grew rapidly over the next week, not evem sitting to eat lunch together anymore. You desired some time to collect your thoughts, to really think about whether you were just being stupid or not, if a simple text was really that much of an issue to you as it seemed in your clouded head.

Of course this didn’t go unnoticed by Akaashi, he wanted to give you some time, assuming it was for a good reason but still wondering as to why it was all happening. He was honestly just hoping you would come talk to him soon, before that though he decided to seek some form of advice from Bokuto; despite how looney he was he believed he could see things when sometimes he couldn’t.

The boys sat together half studying and half chattering at times when Akaashi decided to bring up the situation,

“Have you noticed anything up with y/n lately?”

“What about how you’ve not been talking at all because of how busy you’ve been with that other girl?” The owl haired make replied, completely straightforward and to the point.

“What do you mean by that?” Akaashi inquired, demanding more insight on his thinking.

“Well think about it Akaashi, paired with one of the prettiest girls and then suddenly you’ve become invested in this project, ignoring her texts and calls! She must be pretty upset”, Bokuto reasoned back.

Akaashi hummed in response, letting his words sink in completely. He was right. The neglect he had showed you even with the easy things like a text was probably horrible for you. He hated the fact that he probably made you upset and hoping you weren’t thinking about him leaving her for his project partner; that would kill him inside. The idea of you being crestfallen with him in general made him sick to the pit of his stomach.

Not long after Akaashi packed up his materials, thanking Bokuto and bidding him a farewell, as he went off on his way to the closest convenient store.

The gentle knocking on your door unsettled you slightly, you weren’t expecting any visitors so you prolonged opening the door until you looked outside your living room window; peering onto Akaashis form waiting at your door. You frantically rushed back, swimging the door open and asking what was wrong. He dismissed the idea of anything being wrong, claiming he was sorry and that there should never need to be a reason for him to want to see you, he just wanted to. With that he flashed you a gorgeous bouquet of mixed flowers, all varying in colours and sizes. You gazed up to see his faintly tinted cheeks before you pulled him into a massive bearhug.

“I’m sorry y/n” guilt still looming in his voice.

“Oh silly it’s fine, please come in”