#tall and scary looking (especially as he gets older and the generational resting bitch face starts to set in) but hes secretly

[fatedroses]

dont know what possessed me to draw an au where lucius lives, mostly by making a deal with golbez (as a deal of basically sustaining him through the illness he gets and helping him deal with the damage after in exchange for helping him look for a way to help the 13th from the sources side), but here we are.

[sankyeom]

the c in ceo stands for cute | k.yh

pairings: kim younghoon x reader genre: ceo au, secretary!reader x ceo!younghoon, strangers to lovers summary: in which your handsome boss is often mistaken as cold due to his good looks and forward personality, but is actually the sweetest introvert you’ve ever met word count: 7.2k series: sankyeom’s 2k followers celebration

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“It’s been such a pleasure working for you, Mr Kim,” you told the CEO of the company you worked for, genuinely meaning every word.

Mr Kim beamed at you, eyes bright behind the large frames of his glasses. “The pleasure was all mine, Y/n,” he assured you. “You’re a marvellous help. My son is going to love you,” he was sure.

The heir of the Kim corporation, Kim Younghoon, was returning from getting his Masters degree from Harvard Business School just in time to take over after his father retired. He was a little young to be the CEO of such a large corporation, but Mr Kim had a lot of faith in his son, and spoke very highly of him.

“I’m sure we’ll get along just fine,” you smiled, even though you were lying through your teeth.

There had been enough rumours about Kim Younghoon going around for you to know what to expect. His schoolmates said that he was often cold to them, giving blunt answers instead of mingling with his peers, and having an air of superiority around him. You asked some of your older coworkers if they knew much about him, since you had only been Mr Kim’s secretary for a little over two years, and they feared him too much to have ever really approached him.

Of course you knew that it was unfair to judge a person by the rumours surrounding them, especially if you never even had the chance to meet this person, but there seemed to be no positive stories about Kim Younghoon at all. Sure, his face was plastered across billboards for being an excellent businessman and for having great instincts when it came to the stock market, but he never smiled in any pictures; not even the ones on his social media (which had millions of followers).

Mr Kim seemed to know you well, giving you an intentional smile. “He’s not what people expect him to be. You’ll see when he arrives,” he promised. You decided to take Mr Kim’s word for it and give the new CEO a proper chance, despite the fact that Mr Kim was very biased in this situation.

“I think it’s time for me to get home,” Mr Kim admitted, handing you his almost-full champagne flute.

The Seoul division of the corporation’s office had held a farewell party for Mr Kim, celebrating his many years of building up the company and all the people whose lives he impacted while he was CEO. “So soon?” you asked, helping him up from his chair. “You’ve only had one slice of cake.”

Mr Kim laughed. “I’ll take a good night’s sleep over a second slice of cake,” he assured you, taking your arm and letting you walk him to the elevator. “You know that I like you a lot, don’t you Y/n?” he asked you.

You couldn’t help but smile back at the man who was almost like a second father figure, and your most influential mentor. “Yes I do, Mr Kim. It’s been a pleasure.”

“I consider myself quite lucky,” he replied, saying his farewells to you before letting his chauffeur walk him to his car.

You waved as the elevator doors closed and sighed to yourself when Mr Kim was gone, looking around to see what was left of the office party.

You knew you were good at your job. Throughout high school and college, you found it difficult to figure out what you wanted to do with your life. All you knew was that you had good organisational and people skills, and you wanted to do something creative and exciting. At first, the idea of being someone’s secretary sounded dreadfully boring and time-consuming. But as you started to learn more about the profession, you liked the idea of being able to be apart of different projects as well as organising someone’s time.

“Hey, Y/n,” your coworker Kevin called over to you. He was someone you worked with a lot because he was a part of the design department, and no design ever went out without Mr Kim’s direct approval. “Where did Mr Kim go?” he asked.

You smiled, making your way over to him and the group of people he stood with. “Home,” you informed him. “I think he appreciated the party, but when he said he wanted to retire, he really meant it.”

Kevin laughed, raising his champagne flute in the air as a toast. “Fair enough,” he allowed. “Did he give you any details about the new boss?” he wondered, quirking an eyebrow in inquisitiveness.

“Not really,” you admitted. “He said that he thinks we’ll get along, and that he’s not what people expect him to be. But aside from that, he didn’t give me much.”

“Damn,” Kevin sighed. “I just want to know if he’s as scary as people make him out to be. I mean, attending a prestigious business school overseas and not making any friends? That seems kind of weird.”

“A little,” you agreed, accepting the champagne he offered you and sipping it. “I don’t know. I guess if you already have a decent set of friends at home, and your priority is to finish school as quickly as possible, then I can see why he might come across as unfriendly.”

Kevin hummed. “I suppose,” he agreed, downing his champagne. “Now c’mon. We need to dance and actually have fun at the party that you spent weeks planning,” he insisted, letting you finish your drink before dragging you over to where you had pushed chairs and tables away to make room for dancing. “Tomorrow, the new boss arrives. And if he’s half as bad as people say he is, you’re going to wish you had partied.”

You arrived at the office the next day an hour earlier than you usually did. You weren’t sure what time the new boss would be arriving at, so you just decided to be early. Fidgeting with your clothes, you smoothed them down as best as you could as you waited in front of the CEO’s office for Younghoon to arrive. You had already printed out a plan of things Mr Kim had left him to finish up for the next three months, but you didn’t have any more specific plans after that.

After half an hour of waiting around, hushed whispers rang around the office area. Taking this as a sign that Younghoon was on his way, you stood up tall with all of your papers, planner, and clipboard, and took a deep breath in to calm down. Not long after, Younghoon’s familiar face – which you recognised both from billboards, magazines and articles, as well as Mr Kim’s framed pictures in his office – appeared in front of you with two men trailing after him.

He was handsome in a chic way, with deep set eyes and high brow bones. His cupid’s bow was slightly pointed, and his lips in general were turned down into a sort of passive frown, as if he had a mild case of resting bitch face. All in all, he was intimidating. Tall, handsome, and rich. You dealt with men like this every day, but none of them looked at you as indifferently as Kim Younghoon was.

You put on your best smile. “Good morning Mr Kim,” you greeted. “My name is Y/n. I’m here to assist you with whatever you need. I’d like to go over your schedule for the next few months based on what your father already had planned, if now is a good time,” you told him, wanting to get that over and done with.

“Now is perfect,” Younghoon replied, allowing you to open the door for him before he let himself into his new office. You breathed out a quiet sigh of relief when he was inside, recovering quickly to smile at the two men he came with.

“Nice to meet you both, I’m Y/n. I’ll be Mr Kim’s secretary,” you introduced yourself again.

Both men returned your cheery expressions. “Nice to meet you, Y/n,” the one with the dark brown hair greeted. “My name is Sangyeon. I’m the head of Younghoon’s security, but I’m mostly just an old friend,” he admitted. “This is Juyeon,” the man with the black undercut smiled, which made his otherwise angular face seem soft and cute. “He’s Younghoon’s chauffeur but he’s another old friend.”

“We’ll see each other a lot so I hope we get along,” Juyeon chimed in.

“I’m sure we will,” you promised, already feeling comfortable around them. The two men exuded positive energy and a carefree attitude, which helped to calm your nerves just a little bit. Following them into Younghoon’s office, you motioned for them to sit in the two seats in front of Younghoon’s desk, where he was already sat in his office chair.

“We can talk about redecorating the office after we discuss your schedule, if you’d like,” you suggested to Younghoon, noticing the way his eyes were darting around the office. It was left the same way that Mr Kim had wanted it, only most of the belongings that he cherished had been moved into his personal office at home.

“Don’t bother,” Younghoon replied in a quiet voice, leaving you to smile awkwardly at his friends. “You said something about my father having plans for me?” he added.

“Right,” you nodded, taking out Younghoon’s agenda and placing it down in front of him. “Your father had already agreed to a few things before he retired,” you explained. “As the new CEO, you’re expected to carry out these events. I’ve colour coordinated everything that you have set, as well as given you the time and location of every event,” you pointed to the different coloured sticky tabs. “Since we’re going into the last quarter of the financial year, it’s not as busy as the rest of the year but there are more charity-related events than at the start of the year.”

Younghoon held your gaze, taking in your worried eyes and your shaking hands. “How kind of you,” he decided, sending you a half-smile before thumbing through the rest of his journal.

You thanked him quietly, feeling even more deflated now than when you were waiting for him. “Just so you know, I’m going to be arriving the same time everyday as I did today. You don’t need to arrive before me, we can arrive at the same time. And please don’t call me Mr Kim. Mr Kim is my father, you may call me Younghoon,” he said in his calm drawl, done looking through his schedule and glancing up at you. “Can I keep this?” Younghoon motioned to the planner.

“It’s yours,” you assured him.

“Then that’ll be all for now,” Younghoon gave you another half-smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll be familiarising myself with my father’s previous system of organisation and then I’ll meet the main teams this afternoon after lunch. Send the word out that I expect an update on what they’re working on right now, but I don’t want any presentations. Just an informal chat.”

“Of course,” you nodded, placing the stack of papers you were holding on his desk. “These are from legal, they need you to sign off on some patents by Thursday. I figured I’d give you some time to read through them and I can collect them from you Thursday morning,” you informed him. “My schedule for the day is always on this,” you tapped his desktop screen. “We have access to each others’ electronic calendars. It has everything that I put in your planner so far in it already. You can add whatever else onto it so I’m up-to-date. You can see my calendar so you know where I am if you ever need something and I’m not around. I’ll call the team managers right away and schedule your meetings with them.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” Younghoon said.

“Can I get you anything to drink or eat?” you offered, extending your words to Sangyeon and Juyeon as well.

“We’re good,” they assured you, Younghoon nodding in agreement.

“If you need lunch reservations, just let me know,” you smiled, exiting the room and almost collapsing onto your chair. After a moment to catch your breath, you picked up your phone and began to dial the number for Kevin’s cubicle.

“What’s he like?” Kevin exclaimed instead of answering.

You rolled your eyes. “Mr Kim wants a meeting with all the main teams. I’m having the design team go first so. How does 1 o’clock sound?”

“Fine,” he agreed, so you opened your laptop and updated Younghoon’s digital calendar. “Seriously, though. What’s he like? Apparently he didn’t smile when he came into the building at all.”

“Sound accurate,” you mumbled quietly. “I don’t know, Kev. I’ve only met him once. He seems like he’s focused and willing to do the job, so there’s not much I can say.”

“Yeah, okay. But is he a jerk? Unsociable?”

“Well, he’s no fairy princess,” you allowed. “That’s all I’ll say. Like I said, I’ve only met him once. And he’s the CEO of a huge corporation. We’ll have to see.”

“I guess so,” Kevin sighed. “Oh my god. He wants a meeting with all the main teams? I don’t have enough time to make a presentation, what am I supposed to do?”

“I think he wants to be caught up on the current projects and put some faces to the names, is all. Don’t worry too much. You’ll do great,” you motivated your friend. “Now I have to make some other calls, so don’t freak out, okay? Bye.”

As you hung up, Juyeon stepped out of Younghoon’s office. Automatically, you stood up to give him a smile. “Do you need anything?” you offered, earning a grateful smile from him.

“No, no, I’m just on my way to do some errands for Younghoon,” Juyeon waved off your concern. “Thank you, though.” You nodded, sitting back down and going back to organising the team meetings. “You seem like you’re good at your job,” Juyeon complimented. “Very organised. Colour-coded, even,” he added.

“That’s me,” you laughed. “Was it too much?” you wondered. “I mostly did it to kill time waiting for him to come into the office.”

“You’re all good,” Juyeon assured you.

“What errands are you running?” you inquired. “If Younghoon needs anything, I can do it for him. It is my job, after all.”

“Just picking up some stuff for his office,” Juyeon said vaguely, giving you a sheepish smile. Recalling the way that Younghoon disregarded your offer to help him redecorate his office, you felt the nervous feeling in your stomach rise up again.

“He doesn’t like me very much, does he?” you said gloomily.

“He doesn’t know you,” Juyeon retorts. “And you’re great, really. If you were my secretary I’d be jumping for joy,” he promises. “You just… need to get to know him. He takes time to get comfortable with people.”

“Okay,” you smiled sadly. “Well, let me know if I can help with your errands. You can call the lobby and ask for me, they’ll forward your call.” Juyeon waved goodbye and you watched him walk out, slightly upset that Younghoon wanted his chauffeur to do your job, even if they were old friends.

“He’s scary,” Kevin told you when you came to check on him after his meeting with Younghoon. “The new Mr Kim is nothing like the old Mr Kim,” he added.

“What happened?” you asked, wondering what wound Kevin up so much. You knew that Kevin often overthought social interactions, as most socially awkward people do, but you had never seen him so jittery at work before.

“All he did was stare at us and take notes,” Kevin revealed. “He didn’t make any comments or expressions or anything. He just sat there, listened, then dismissed us like we’re school children.”

You winced. “That must have been tough,” you sympathised. “But I mean, it’s only the first meeting,” you tried to find a way to defend Younghoon, giving him the benefit of doubt.

“Sure, but first impressions are kind of important,” Kevin argued. “It’s not like I need to be his best friend the second we meet, but a little communication would have been nice.”

“I’m sorry, Kev,” you sighed. Just as you were about to offer to grab him some coffee, knowing how much he adored the bitter concoction, your phone rang. “Mr Kim,” you answered, seeing that it was forwarded from from your office.

“Younghoon,” he corrected.

You grimace. “Yes, Younghoon. I’m sorry, sir, force of habit,” you said, making Kevin cringe when he realised who you were talking to.

“Where are you?” Younghoon asked, his tone even.

“I’m taking my break,” you explained. “It’s on my schedule.”

“Yes, I see,” Younghoon hummed. “I’m looking at it right now. It doesn’t say where you are, though. I thought it was supposed to say that.”

You cursed silently. “You’re absolutely right, sir. I’m sorry. I can come back immediately,” you offered.

“Please do,” Younghoon said before hanging up the phone without saying goodbye.

“It is Mr Sunshine?” Kevin said sarcastically. “What’s up with you calling him by his first name?”

“He asked me to,” you shrug, putting your phone back in your pocket. “I gotta run. I’ll see you later?” Kevin waved and off you went back to your desk. “Mr- Younghoon,” you corrected yourself, finding Younghoon leaning against your desk waiting for you. “I’m sorry. What did you need me for?”

“You didn’t have lunch,” Younghoon said, tapping your laptop, which was open with your schedule on it.

“Pardon?” you asked.

“You didn’t take your lunch break, which means you haven’t eaten lunch,” your boss elaborated. “Let’s go. I’ll take you to lunch.”

Startled by his offer, you started shaking your head. “That’s alright, sir, I’ll just make a reservation for you.”

“I insist,” Younghoon retorted, taking his phone out of the pocket of his slacks. “Do you feel like eating anything in particular?”

“I’m not picky,” you said quietly, realising that you wouldn’t be able to get out of this.

“I’ll order in,” Younghoon decided, handing you his phone. “Pick whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“That’s really not necessary,” you attempted to argue, but Younghoon insisted.

Half an hour later, you were sat in the plush chair in front of Younghoon’s desk in his office, eating your noodles slowly as you observed your new boss. You weren’t sure if you were just misunderstanding him, or if he really was as blunt and cold as people said he was. However, you respected his father too much to make assumptions based on the first day of meeting him.

“My father speaks very highly of you,” Younghoon broke the silence in between bites of food. “He says that you’re the best secretary he’s ever had. And that you’re one of his favourite people he’s ever worked with.”

“Wow, that’s very high praise,” you said, stunned that Mr Kim even shared his compliments to you with his son. “I’m sure you and I will get along once we get to know each other better, too,” you offered.

Younghoon nodded. “People often misunderstand me,” he began. “I know that people think I’m cold and antisocial. Some people even think I’m arrogant,” a smile graced his face, one that was full and genuine. It lit up his sharp features and softened his entire face, causing him to practically glow. “The truth if that I’m just not very good at what I do yet. A lot of people have expectations of me and I want to meet them. But I’ve always been more reserved and introverted, so expressing that is hard for me.”

Pleased that he was opening up to you, you gave him an encouraging smile. “I understand,” you assured him. “I found this job really scary and hard when I first started. Mr Kim helped me a lot, and he made the office a warm environment where I felt comfortable.”

“I want to do that too,” Younghoon said. “But I also want people to take me seriously. I know I’m taking over much earlier than everyone expected me to, myself included, and I want to make a good impression.”

“You will make a good impression,” you told him. “It will just take some time.”

Younghoon nodded. “I think I scared the design team this afternoon,” he mumbled.

“You did,” you confessed, having just heard Kevin’s experience. Younghoon’s eyes filled with worry, brows furrowing together slightly. “But I think they would’ve been scared no matter what you were like.”

“I have a lot of positive things to say about them,” Younghoon told you, taking out his tablet and handing it to you. You took it, scrolling through the notes he took during the meeting. It was filled with compliments and suggestions to better the project.

“Kevin would love this,” you exclaimed. “These notes are very conceptual and visual, that’s exactly what helps him.” Handing his tablet back, you had to ask. “Why didn’t you say anything? Apparently, that’s what made the meeting the most daunting.”

“I didn’t want them to think that I thought I knew how to do their jobs better than them,” Younghoon confessed. “Because I don’t. That’s why they’re here.” The realisation that Younghoon was truly misunderstood hit you hard, and somehow it made you feel quite relieved. “I must have scared you this morning, too, then.” You nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” you said easily. “Everything is still very new. Anytime you need help with this kind of thing, or if you’re unsure about anything, just talk to me. That’s what I’m here for, after all.”

Younghoon smiled again, and you observed how his handsome face could actually look quite cute. “Thank you, Y/n. Now eat your noodles before they get too cold.”

“Yes, boss,” you agreed, grinning before digging back into your lunch.

You first heard the news that the cost of company shares had plummeted from one of your friends in the finance department. Chanhee was good friends with you and Kevin, and he practically ran to your desk when he first saw the numbers going down.

“What happened?” you wondered, confused as to why the shares were going down in value all of a sudden. “Our most recent project was incredibly successful. Our shares should be going up in value more than anything.”

Chanhee bit his bottom lip, eyes flitting to the large oak door that led to Younghoon’s office. “He’s at a lunch meeting with a prominent fashion designer,” you explained, causing Chanhee to nod in relief.

“It’s Mr Kim,” Chanhee admitted, lowering his voice.

“Mr Kim?” you echoed. “Did he do something before Younghoon took over?”

Chanhee rolled his eyes. “No, I mean the new Mr Kim,” he corrected. “He only lets you call him by his first name,” he added, something that you hadn’t known. “When the news broke that he’s taking over, people started selling their shares at low prices. So, the value went down.”

“Oh,” you breathed out, confused. “But, he hasn’t even been here for a month yet? How can the public make such quick decisions on how he’ll impact the company?”

“Reputation is just as important as skills,” Chanhee reminded you. “You know that well. Mr Kim’s reputation is… Well, you work with him. I’ve been in meetings with him. He seems a little…”

“Cold?” you offered, sighing at the predicament at hand. Chanhee merely smiled, lifting one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Okay. We can fix this. I can talk to Younghoon when he returns from his meeting and-“

“Talk to me about what?” Younghoon called, stepping into the room with Sangyeon and Juyeon in toll.

Juyeon waved. “Hi, Y/n,” he greeted you, Sangyeon nodding in acknowledgement.

“Hi Juyeon, Sangyeon,” you replied, standing up from your chair as Chanhee trembled. “Younghoon, I was just talking to Chanhee about the company’s finances,” you said vaguely, giving Chanhee the chance to bow and duck out of the room.

“I’m assuming you mean the share and stock values,” Younghoon nodded, motioning for you to follow him into his office. “I saw it before heading into my lunch meeting. I don’t think it should be a big deal,” he decided, taking a seat at his desk as you closed the door behind you. “I can just have a meeting with the investors to explain my situation and get things straight. Once they know I’m reliable and competent, the matter will surely be resolved.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” you confessed, causing Younghoon to pause in his action of opening his planner. “It’s just that reputation is very important here. Especially in large companies such as yours,” you added. “I think it would be best if we focused on stimulating your image more. So far, people only have rumours about you from your business school peers, as well as magazine and newspaper interviews to go off of. You’re still a mystery to the public.”

“I like my privacy,” Younghoon explained, a small pout forming on his mouth.

You averted your eyes from his lips. “But image is still important. Your father had the image of a friendly family-oriented man who raised money to build homes for the underprivileged population,” you recalled. “We could have some events to stimulate your own image. Parties, charity events…”

“You really think this will help?” Younghoon asked, eyes resembling those of a scared puppy.

The fact that he had terrified you so much upon your first meeting felt like a hundred years ago to you. Now that you had been working together for almost a month, you had seen how nervous Younghoon was. And how cute he could act. Seeing him around Sangyeon and Juyeon also helped. The pair was hilarious and they always brought out a happier, more relaxed side of Younghoon that you were pleased to see.

You knew that Younghoon just wanted to do well and make his father proud. He was less confident in his abilities than you thought he should be.

You nodded. “What should we do?” Younghoon wondered.

“I think we should find something that you enjoy and promote it,” you began. “What do you like to do, other than work?”

“I don’t have time for much else,” Younghoon thought. Whenever he was deep in thought, his head tilted to the side and and his eyes looked up at the ceiling as he mumbled under his breath. It was a truly cute sight.

“He likes music! He’s actually a pretty decent singer,” Sangyeon supplied for his friend, giving him an encouraging smile when Younghoon stammered a denial,

“That’s great,” you exclaimed. “We could talk to our charity department and look into funding music programs at schools. Arts are always underfunded and could use our help,” you suggested. “And I think that meeting with the investors is a good idea. But instead of talking about your qualifications and experience, you could talk about the direction you want to take the company in. Focus on the fact that you took over from Mr Kim the second he needed you.”

“Does that makes me sound soft and emotional?” Younghoon asked. “I don’t want to look weak in front of the investors.”

You smiled. “The investors are here because they trusted your father’s vision for the company, and they trusted that he was a family man who wanted to do good with the assets his company had.” You recalled the many meetings you sat in on with Mr Kim, and how much everyone adored him. “You take after your father. The fact that you finished business school early to help him with the company, and that you want to do well will please the investors.”

Juyeon laughed. “Your secretary knows this company better than you do,” he teased his friend.

Younghoon managed a smile, meeting your eyes amongst his giggling friends. “That’s why I need her,” he reminded Juyeon, a comment which made you beam.

“Y/n!” Sunwoo from advertising called out to you as you walked down the hall. He came rushing in your direction, despite the fact that you stood still to wait for him, holding a stack of papers in his hand. “Could you get these to Mr Kim for me?” he asked you, passing the papers on. “They’re the final proposals for the advertising of his charity event,” Sunwoo explained.

Younghoon’s meeting with the investors had gone really well, and he had definitely won their favours and respect. He mentioned wanting to invest in art and music programs because of his own passion for music, and had many ideas for a charity event to promote their program. The investors, always happy to go to a party and excited for the direction Younghoon wanted to take the company in, were overjoyed with his suggestion.

“Um, sure,” you agreed with furrowed brows. “Why don’t you just bring them to him, though? Your office is on the same floor.”

“Oh,” Sunwoo stared at you with large, round eyes. “Can’t,” he stammered. “Meeting. Gotta go. Thanks, Y/n!” he called, waving at you as he darted away in the direction of the elevator.

Ignoring his odd behaviour, you flipped through the pages to make sure everything was there before making your way back to your desk. When you arrived, you sorted out the notes you had photocopied for Younghoon from Sunwoo’s proposals, just as you heard another person call you name.

“Would you be able to give these to Mr Kim?” Changmin from human resources asked, showing you a thick stack of papers, stapled together in the top left corner. “They’re the human resources policies for the next financial year. He wanted to see them before the end of the week so he could sign off on them.”

“I can,” you agreed. “But his office is right there. Why don’t you just go in and give them to him? I’m sure he’d be happy to see you since he’s cooped up in his office all day.”

Changmin gave you a nervous smile, dimples appearing in his cheeks. “I would, but I actually have someone on hold at my desk,” he admitted.

Your eyes widened. “Why did you bring me this while waiting for someone? Go, go! It could be important,” you shooed him away, earning a loud thank you from him before he rushed to get back to his desk.

Sighing, you stacked his papers on top of the ones you were organising and made your way into Younghoon’s office, knocking on the door to let him know you were coming. “Woah,” Younghoon stared at the large pile of papers in your arms as you entered, leaving the door open behind you. “That’s a lot of photocopied notes from your meeting with Mr Park,” he observed.

You laughed at his comment, spreading the papers out in three neat piles in front of him. “I also have Sunwoo from advertising’s final proposal for the charity event ads, and I have Changmin from human resource’s policies for the next financial year.”

At your revelation, Younghoon groaned and buried his face in his hands. “They hate me,” he whined, looking at you from in between his fingers. “They don’t even want to come into my office. I always wonder if people are meeting their deadlines, since nobody ever comes to see me. But they just like you better than me.”

“They don’t like me better than you,” you deny, causing Younghoon to laugh ironically, removing his hands from his face so his pout was visible. “They just know me better than you! You’re still their new, cool, super educated boss. They haven’t gotten to know you yet.”

“You’re probably right,” he mumbled, flipping through your notes. “How do I get them to know me better?”

“Well, it might help if you don’t just stay in your office all day,” you suggested unsurely. “You don’t seem very… accessible to them.”

“But I like being in my office,” Younghoon told you. “It means you’re just a single door away. I like when you’re close by. It makes my day better.”

Your eyes widened at his unexpected compliment, causing Younghoon’s expression to follow suit. He laughed awkwardly, pink dusting his cheeks in embarrassment. “Was that inappropriate? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he apologised quickly, clasping his hands together and leaning slightly away from you.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured him. “I’m glad that you’re comfortable around me.”

“I’m more than comfortable with you,” Younghoon corrected, standing up from his chair to be at eye-level with you. His tall presence used to want to make you cower away, but now that you knew Younghoon personally, you felt secure enough to meet his eyes and lean into him. “I’m… safe. Happy, even.”

The admission made you grin, not minding the way you could feel his breath against your cheek or the fact that you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. “I make you happy?” you whispered teasingly, relishing in the way that Younghoon’s cheeks darkened even further, a nervous laugh leaving his lips.

“Blissful,” Younghoon corrected, his eyes shining with warmth.

“This is cute,” a voice called behind you. You startled, turning to see Juyeon and Sangyeon standing in the doorway of Younghoon’s office, smirking at the two of you. Sangyeon had spoken, looking like he was ready to burst into giggles at any moment. “Do you guys always make fond eyes at each other when we leave you alone?” he teased.

Ignoring his comment, you greeted the two with a smile and excused yourself from Younghoon’s office to go cool off; you could feel your face heating up with embarrassment and wanted a moment to catch your breath.

In the time that Younghoon had taken over as CEO, you had gotten to see many sides of him. On the first day, he was open with you after making a bad first impression on you and you had decided that you would give him a chance. You hadn’t realised how shy and cute Younghoon could be. Of course, he could be loud and carefree around old friends like Sangyeon and Juyeon as well, and he was slowly starting to make jokes with you as well. Now, he was saying that he felt downright blissful when you were around.

The change made you really happy.

On the night of Younghoon’s charity event, you had arrived early to make sure everything was in order. Dressed to the nines, you had to admit that you were pleased with how you looked that evening, putting in a lot of effort since you knew that the event meant a lot to Younghoon.

After discussing how the dishes should go out with the catering company, you allowed yourself to take in the large ballroom now that it was empty and before it would be overcrowded with rich investors, businessmen, and press. Just as you were going over the schedule for the evening with the event planner, you heard a sharp intake of air behind you.

“Wow,” you turned around, revealing Younghoon standing there breathlessly.

He wore an elegant black suit and tie, topped off by perfectly styled hair and his usual silver watch that his father had given him for getting into Harvard Business School. Younghoon always looked handsome, but in this moment, he was absolutely radiant. He looked like he belonged at this event, like he was the CEO of the Kim corporation.

You smiled. “I could say the same,” you complimented, motioning to Younghoon with your hands. “You clean up pretty nicely.”

“Ah, well, my secretary did get my suit perfectly tailored to fit me,” Younghoon said, smoothing down lapels of his suit jacket with a beam.

“Your secretary must be smart,” you replied, stepping towards Younghoon and adjusting his tie properly. “Because you look great. Dignified, sophisticated-”

“Handsome?” Younghoon asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“You know you’re handsome,” you retorted with an eye roll.

“Maybe,” Younghoon shrugged, placing a hand on top of yours on his chest. You froze at his action, glancing up at him through your lashes. “But I want to hear what you think.”

“You look very handsome,” you allowed, trying to speak as smoothly as possible without indicating how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

“If I look half as good as you, I’ll be happy,” Younghoon replied, gently releasing your hand and clearing his throat. “You did a really great job arranging this event. It’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Well the event planner organised it, I just told her what you wanted,” you said humbly, denying the large part you had in the event.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Younghoon told you. “If I know you at all, then you were constantly jotting down details that I mentioned vaguely and made sure that the event planner fixed everything to my preference,” he paused. “And I’d like to think that I know you quite well.”

“Believe me, you do,” you answered. “And thank you. For seeing the work I put in.”

“It’s you,” Younghoon shrugged. “I always see you.”

As the event began and more guests started coming, you were delighted to see Mr Kim enter with Younghoon’s mother on his arm, beaming at all the familiar faces he saw. “Mr Kim!” You called out to him, not having seen your old boss since his farewell party.

“Y/n,” Mr Kim replied, accepting a hug from you and releasing you so you could greet his wife. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”

“I’ve missed you, Mr Kim,” you admitted. Of course you loved working for Younghoon too, but you hadn’t seen Mr Kim in far too long.

“I’ve missed you too, Y/n,” Mr Kim promised. “Although, I’ve heard a lot about you from Younghoon any time we meet. It seems that you’re all he has to talk about, more so than his company,” Mr Kim narrowed his eyes at you playfully, a knowing glint in his eyes. “He seems quite taken with you.”

Taken with you. You could feel the butterflies start to wake up in your stomach as your heart beat a little faster at Mr Kim’s implication. “He’s wonderful to work with,” you told him, brushing off the way Mr and Mrs Kim were both giggling at you. “You’ve raised an amazing man.”

“Well, he certainly make us proud,” Mr Kim allowed. “You look nervous. You should be relaxing, Y/n. You planned a very successful charity event.”

“I’m more nervous about Younghoon behind nervous,” you admitted. “I just want him to know that he’s doing well. He always thinks he’s not doing good enough even though he’s gone above and beyond.”

“He might relax if he sees you have some fun,” Mr Kim said, stopping a passing waiter to get champagne for himself, Mrs Kim, and you. “A toast to Y/n and Younghoon’s partnership,” he proposed, causing the three of you to clink glasses and sip the bubbly beverage.

“Mum, Dad,” Younghoon appeared at your side, greeting his father and then his mother with hugs. “I didn’t know if you two would make it tonight.”

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Mr Kim assured his son, causing Younghoon’s lips to spread into a wide smile. 

“You did great today, Younghoonie. You and Y/n have a lot to be proud of,” Mrs Kim added.

“Thank you, Dad, Mum,” Younghoon was ecstatic to hear praise from his father. “I couldn’t have done it without Y/n, though. I’m grateful that you hired her.”

“I bet you are,” Mr Kim hummed, winking at his son before facing Mrs Kim. “How about a dance?” he offered, excusing themselves and making their way to the dance area.

When you turned to face Younghoon, his face seemed to have reddened. “What did my dad tell you?” he wondered.

You raised an eyebrow. “Um, just that you talk about me to him a lot. And that you’re quite taken with me,” you recalled, realising how romantic Mr Kim’s descriptions were.

Younghoon whined embarrassedly, shutting his eyes as if it would make him disappear. “I told him not to talk to you about any of that, I wanted to tell you all that myself…” he muttered, opening his eyes to see your curious expression.

“All what?” you asked dumbly, hoping that you weren’t just getting your hopes up at Mr Kim’s implications.

“The way I feel about you,” Younghoon explained nervously. “I wanted to tell you… Tell you that I’ve loved working with you these past few months. That you make me nervous and excited and happy whenever I’m around you. How hearing your voice makes my day and how I can barely contain a blush any time we’re alone. That I’m falling in love with you more and more every single day…” he trailed off, gently taking your hands in his. His touch was familiar now. “I didn’t want my declaration to be in such a public place, though,” Younghoon’s eyes flitted around he crowded ballroom.

You laughed, tears blurring your vision just slightly. “It’s fine,” you promised him, lacing your fingers through his. “I don’t care where you tell me, as long as I know.”

Younghoon nodded, taking your comment as permission to pull you closer to him. “This is the part where you tell me that you feel the same,” he whispered, close enough in proximity for you to hear his murmur above the noise in the ballroom.

“You seem confident that I return your feelings,” you mentioned, trailing your hands from his up his arms, across his shoulders and eventually to rest on the back of his neck. “What happened to the sweet, introverted Younghoon that couldn’t even smile at me when we met?”

“Precisely that: I met you,” Younghoon told you. “Now, if you’re not going to tell me that you feel the same, you should at least kiss me,” he added as an afterthought. “It would only be fair.”

“Well, in the name of fairness…” you trailed off, lifting onto the balls of your feet to lean up and press your lips to Younghoon’s. 

The pounding in your heart only intensified, encouraged by the way Younghoon smile against your lips before returning your kiss. In that moment, it didn’t matter that you were in public at all. All you could focus on was the way Younghoon’s lips felt on yours and how he pulled you impossibly closer to him with each bruising kiss.

“Disgusting,” you heard a voice mutter, easily recognising it as Juyeon’s after months of seeing him almost every day. Reluctantly, you pulled away from Younghoon, glancing sideways to where Sangyeon and Juyeon were sipping on champagne to hide their excited smiles.

“You guys know that you’re in public, right?” Sangyeon added.

“It’s my event,” Younghoon shrugged. “If I want to kiss my secretary then I will.”

“I hope you don’t go around kissing all of your secretaries,” you retorted with a laugh.

“Just the one I’m in love with,” he replied, sending you a wink that made your heart flutter.

note: this was a long one but i hope you still enjoyed it!

[artificialqueens]

Playing with Fire {biadore} -imafuckinglibra

Hello boys, girls, those undecided and yes even you Caitlyn Jenner, I see you. Again I have many other fics I could continue but um nope. Let’s write some weird shit ft magic, smut and bottoming Roy. Enjoy peoples and let me know what you think in the notes. k bye.

“Pretty please.”

“No.”

“Pretty please with a gaint cherry on top?”

“Daniela. I’m not training you.” Shane patted the head of the younger, brunette boy sitting across from him at the cafe’s table.

Danny shook the hand of his head, causing some loose strands of unruly dark brown hair to fall into his eyes.

“I hate you.” He scoffed leaning back in his seat again so he could glare at the Australian as he popped the last bite of his greasy veggie burger into his mouth.

Shane, a new friend he made at the drag club he recently started working at, had mentioned in passing that he had to ability to perform magic.

Not the cheesy Vegas kind with boxes and girls in bikinis and all that bullshit but the legit kind. The kind where he could snap his fingers and make various colored sparks appear.

Danny had yet to see it for himself but according to the other girls at the club he regularly used it in his shows as the extravagant Courtney Act.

Wether or not Shane could do any more than that was still a mystery however and the older queen wouldn’t tell him the extent of his abilities only making Danny about 10 times more curious.

He had grown up cursing himself for not being lucky enough to be one of the handful of people born with such powers. Especially since his mom was one of those few.

Magic didn’t exactly work like it did in the movies, you couldn’t just wake up one day with the ability to transport yourself or talk to animals or anything like that. If you were born with it you had to study it like any other talent or it would waste away.

It was hereditary most of the time but often skipped a few generations, like in Danny’s case. His mom could read people’s energies, he could too but it was more intuition based from things he learned from her, and she could read peoples pasts or sometimes conjure up certain things if she used tarot cards.

Danny had tried doing the same in his teen years but she immediately removed the cards from the house when she found out and they never spoke of them again.

“If I showed you a trick would you stop pouting?” Shane asked tilting his head to try and look him in the eyes.

“Maybe.” Danny budged and flicked his eyes up.

Shane gave him a small, sincere smile and began swirling what was left of the cocktail in front of him with the thin red straw.

Danny’s eyes grew wider as the translucent liquor swirling in circles began hypnotizing him, with his other hand’s index finger Shane gave the glass a small tap and the liquid began filling with glowing neon pink sparks.

He lifted the straw and a few drops followed. Danny watched, completely entranced now, as clear bubbles floated into the air with what looked like the little sparks trying to escape as they bounced off the edges of each bubble.

Shane gave a little blow on them and the sparks ignited inside each bubble making the alcohol drops rain down like a tiny parade fireworks of dancing onto the table.

“Tada.” The blonde flicked his hands up after placing the straw back in his drink.

“I want to do that! Show me! Show me!”

Before Shane could respond to Danny’s whining the tall cute waiter with the combed back blonde hair came back and of course flirting ensued.

While the men were exchanging numbers Danny’s mind began fixating on the sparks Shane had just conjured. It was such a small simple trick that he could probably do in his sleep but still Danny would give anything to be able to do that.

He began repeating Shane’s earlier actions and swirled what remained of his cocktail with his straw. Concentrating as hard as possible on the little pink sparks he saw earlier he took a deep breath and tapped his finger against the glass.

“You know it doesn’t work that way.” Shane broke his concentration when he placed his hand on his shoulder. “Time to go anyway, c’mon.”

Danny’s heart dropped as he eyed his unchanged drink when they got up to leave. “I can’t even make a little spark. I’m so useless.”

“Hey.” Shane threw his arm around the lanky boy’s waist as they walked to pull him in for a side hug. “It’s not your fault if you can’t, some people just aren’t born to do it.”

“My mom can.” Danny begrudgingly mumbled under his breath. “When I was a kid I set a doll on fire but she made me quit practicing, said it was a fluke and to try again would just be a waste of time. She was right couldn’t do anything like that again.”

“You set a doll on fire?” Shane stopped to frown at him.

“Yeah, not on purpose it just…happened.” He pulled up his shoulders. “Why?”

“I had a childhood friend who set one of my dolls on fire once.”

“Really?”

“Yep. He’s from New Orleans though, practically everyone there can do something like that but they mainly specialize in voodoo type stuff. It’s a pretty scary place.”

“I’ve heard.” Danny shivered.

The rest of the week he could think of nothing else but magic, from the time he woke up to when he went to bed he researched everything and anything he could find about the topic.

He even went down a hole on the deep web, not advised, about magic originating from New Orleans. He had to admit some of it gave him the heeby jeebies.

Like the axe man who killed a bunch of people in New Orleans using spells to conjure up multiple versions of himself to avoid police finding him, or how he manifested axes sometimes out of nowhere to murder his victims.

Even messing with their perceptions to make them believe it was their own axes when in reality half of them never even owned one.

Even more so when he started looking into everything hoodoo, voodoo and basically anything else originating from New Orleans.

But before he knew it the week had passed and Saturday night after painting his face and before any of the performances started he went to sit down in his usual smoking spot outside the club’s back door by the parking lot.

“Daniela!” He looked up when a familiar high pitched voice called him from behind a strange car that pulled up.

Danny’s heard started racing when a second figure appeared next to Shane, a slightly shorter man with gorgeous tan skin and slicked back dark black hair.

As the pair began making their way over to him Danny could feel the man’s energy radiating hotter and hotter as he approached him. Sending chills down his spine even from halfway across the lot.

He exuded this inhumanly intense presence. Intimidating and clearly something, or someone, to be feared. Almost as if you’d be burned if you approached him to closely.

“Adore Delano, this is Bianca del Rio.” Shane introduced them as Danny fished for his lighter in the pocket of his make up stained black hoodie.

“Hi.” Danny greeted with a blushing smile, the best one he could muster under the man’s intimidating glare.

“Adore’s the one I told you about, she set her doll on fire.”

“Oh my god.” Danny laughed removing the cigarette between his cherry red lips for a moment so he could continue searching for his missing lighter. “That’s so fucking embarrassing you bitch, don’t tell people that!”

“It’s all good it happens to the best of us.” The older queen laughed at his nervousness. “Need a light?”

“Yes please.” Danny gave up and held his palm out.

He waited for this Bianca to hand him something when he took his hand out of his jean pocket but instead he simply held his hand up in front of his face.

Everything moved in slow motion as if the earth had stood still and Danny could see every millisecond of what was happening.

He pressed his middle finger and thumb together and as soon as he gave a quick snap a spark ignited from the tip of his thumb down following the direction of his middle finger and index finger trailing behind, sliding up onto his index finger and then it was gone.

Danny’s heart stopped and with wide eyes he looked down at the smoke beginning to escape the tip of his cigarette.

“I…” He tried thinking of literally any words to form but his brain had seemingly stopped working, still fixated on the casual way the man across from him had conjured a spark of fire out of thin air. “How did you…”

“How did you set that doll on fire?” Bianca asked raising a brow.

“I, I don’t know. I didn’t think about it it just happened accidentally.”

“Exactly.” Bianca took a step closer with her foot on the curb next to Danny’s, just the close proximity to her making his heart beat faster. “Don’t think about it.”

“Show me.” Danny blurted out unintentionally.

“Danny, I told you…” Shane tried interjecting but Bianca raised his hand to stop him.

“Pay attention, I’ll do it slowly.” The queen closed the distance between them with her feet planted firmly in front of Danny’s.

Even though their bodies weren’t even close to touching he could feel the heat, the fire, being exuded from Bianca’s body against his skin.

She held her hand up taking Danny’s hand holding the cigarette in her other one. “Use this to help you.”

She touched the tip of the burning cigarette with her index finger causing another small spark followed by an almost sticky, string like trail of fire to follow her finger pulling away.

“Don’t overthink it, don’t be scared of getting burned and don’t fucking touch it directly. Just hold it close enough to feel it and think of it as dipping your finger in syrup or some shit.”

Danny hesitantly brought his index finger up to the cigarette but before he could get anywhere near close the heat got to him.

“Shit.” He gasped dropping the cigarette, quickly popping the tip of his finger into his mouth trying to cool the already blistering skin.

“Told you he wouldn’t be able to do shit.” Bianca scoffed coldly in Shane’s direction, walking away from Danny as she snarled at him.

“Danny.” Shane sympathetically brought his hand to Danny’s shoulder, gently running it up and down his bicep with the signature motherly touch he often gave him.

“He’s right.” Danny smiled despite the foggy droplets forming at the corners of his eyes. “It’s okay, I knew I couldn’t do it anyway.”

-

After the pretty uncomfortable first meeting with Bianca Danny, or Adore now complete in her messy pink wig and 90’s grungey princess dress, made an effort to avoid her at all costs throughout the rest of the night.

However when she got on stage for her act the young queen couldn’t resist sneaking a peak through the curtains at her.

Just like seemingly everything else she did, or everything else about her, when on stage she’d exude this cocky energy as if she was above everyone else and wanted you to know she was.

Not that she didn’t have a reason to be confident though, every joke she made, every quick read or lighting fast snap at a drunk or straight audience member landed without fail and left even the queens backstage in stitches.

Even Adore couldn’t help but giggle along, maybe she was actually warming up to this bully? Could she?

Bianca certainly wasn’t unattractive out of drag so it wasn’t very unlikely. Earlier while Adore was talking to Jinkx, another queen who performed with them, she kept a strict watch from the corner of he eye over the older queen’s every move as she got ready.

She watched the effortless way she expertly transformed herself into the gorgeous erotic clown, as she called herself. And once she took off her clothes to put on her gown Adore’s ‘subtle’ staring wasn’t so subtle anymore.

She shook the images of toned pecs and caramel nipples from her head quickly when the sounds of an erupting crowd brought her back from her daydream.

“Hey.” Adore heard behind her followed by a warm hand being unexpectedly placed on the small of her back.

She turned her head slightly but as soon as she spotted Bianca next to her she snapped her head away again and pouted. “What?”

“Calm the fuck down there, alright princess?” Bianca snarled holding up her hands in defense. “I brought a piece offering.”

Adore titled her head just enough to see the orange tinted drink dancing in front of her face. “It poison?”

“Depends how fucked up your liver is.” Bianca laughed. Her laugh was harsh, loud and gravely just like her voice but somehow it warmed Adore’s heart almost as much as the hand on her back was heating up the rest of her body.

“Please don’t melt my dress.” Adore asked through the corner of her mouth as she took a sip from the mystery drink. “Woah, this is good.”

“It is.” Bianca nodded, Adore could swear she saw some blushing on her cheeks but decided to just write it off as the heavy make up. “And I won’t melt your dress don’t worry.”

“Are your hands always that warm? Is that how you…um.” For some reason halfway through her question Adore felt like she was asking something deeply personal and almost got embarrassed actually saying the words.

“No, they’re not. To be completely honest sometimes if I can’t control my emotions then my powers just sort of come out.”

“Were you always like that?” Adore had registered the way Bianca’s voice had lowered as she was explaining and began feeling worried. Maybe her questions were too personal. “Sorry, I’m just…”

“Hm-mh.” Bianca shook her head after taking another sip. “It’s good. And no I wasn’t, I couldn’t control anything as a kid and it didn’t help that out of 5 kids I was the the only one who was…different.”

Despite softly laughing under her breath Adore felt something similar to sadness but not quite that straight forward radiating out of the queen next to her. Out of habit, much like a child trying to soothe a friend who just got hurt, her fingertips nudged at the hand next to her.

Surprising even herself Bianca’s hand reached back, she could feel her hands cooling down to avoid hurting Adore despite the rest of her burning hotter than ever before.

What was this queen doing? How did she get so close so easily? And wasn’t she afraid of getting burned?

Literally and figuratively.

“How did you learn to control it? Did you…did someone show you?” Adore finally asked after a few minutes of silence.

Before answering Bianca pulled on the hand she was holding and lead her backstage to take a break from all the chaos of drunk gays cheering.

“I dont know. I just somehow did one day and then when I did wigs for shows in my youth my boss, who could do it too, saw I couldn’t fully control anything. I mean I use to light wigs on fire if I sneezed too hard it wasn’t very difficult to figure it out, so she just offered to become my master and she basically taught me everything.” She answered nonchalantly as they sat down on one of the tables backstage. Still holding hands somehow.

“Your master? You had one?” Adore’s eyes widened.

Much like any talent or gift even as mundane as painting or playing an instrument it wasn’t uncommon for those with abilities to get a tutor of sorts - a master.

Even Shane apparently had a master, his drag mother. Or drag sister as the aussie queen, Vanity, had asked to be referred to when Shane introduced everyone one night.

One of the pro’s of have a master to teach you how to control or grow your magic was you’d seal an informal contract, binding your abilities to theirs through said seal.

It would temporarily enhance any abilities you had whenever you were near your master but once they’d finished training you the seal would be broken leaving you on your own again.

“Yeah.” Bianca nodded while her thumb began absentmindedly trailing a triangle pointing up, the alchemy sign for fire, over Adore’s hand.

“How did you seal it?” Adore whispered watching her finger move.

“I have this scar by the base of my eyebrow.” Bianca pointed with her drink to her glued down brows beneath the make up. “We made a blood seal. She cut me there out of the fucking blue without ever even asking. Nasty fucking bitch.”

“Will you be my master?” Adore said the words before her brain had time to process them.

“No fucking way.” Bianca choked on her drink letting go of her hand.

“Just show me something? Anything, please?”

The older queen sighed heavily and looked down at the ground to avoid her big puppy dog eyes. “Look I tried and you couldn’t.”

“I did it once.”

“When? A decade ago? More? Listen if you’re not cut out for it thats it. Move on.”

“I know.” Adore dropped her gaze to her drink.

She was right. She couldn’t do it before why would she ever be able to do it again? Her mom was probably right when she called it a fluke after all.

Bianca groaned annoyingly rubbing her temples with her index finger and thumb. “Take a sip.”

Adore did as asked and after taking a big slurp through the thin straw Bianca tapped her cheek. “Open your mouth.”

Adore furrowed her brows very worryingly, shaking her head no but Bianca simply repeated the order. She hesitantly parted her lips expecting her drink to fall onto her lap but instead a puff of smoke began floating out.

She blew out the remaining mysterious smoke and as she did it ignited, bursting into a big orange flame that lasted only for a second

“Woah! Holy shit! How?”

“Born with it, master, blah blah blah you know the story.” Bianca rolled her eyes but she couldn’t hide the small smile creeping into the corners of her painted lips at Adore’s idiotic expression.

“Adore, they need you. Your set’s next.” Jinkx came out from behind one of the curtains, cocking her head in the stage’s direction.

“Coming.” Adore hopped off the table but before she left she rested her hands of Bianca’s thighs over the rhinestoned dressed and leaned forward to look her in the eyes. “Be my master.”

“No.” Bianca stood her ground.

“Do it. Please? Be my master.”

“You need to go, they’re calling you.” The older tried shaking her off but Adore firmly stood her ground as well.

If she really wanted to she could easily push her off simply by focusing on the air around her but figured showing this annoying child any more of her abilities would only fuel her on.

“Be. My. Master. Pretty, pretty please?” Adore begged in a hushed voice again, this time sliding her hands up the dress till she got dangerously close to Bianca’s tuck.

Bianca turned her head to the stage where they were calling Adore’s name and debated once again to just push her away.

“I’m not leaving till you say yes.” Adore purred.

Bianca sighed cursing herself first before she gave in. “Fine, fine! Whatever. Go do your shit, whore.”

Adore gave her a quick peck on the cheek and victoriously skipped off towards the stage while Bianca stayed put, hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand repeatedly for saying yes.

-

“Ready to go?” A unfamiliar face jumped up from their seat on the ground when Bianca, still in drag, opened the door to the parking lot.

“I, oh, it’s you.” Bianca snarled realizing it was Adore who had already dedragged.

It was her first time seeing the young queen out of drag and she had to admit he was beautiful.

His long gangly legs shown off in his skin tight black jeans, the turned back pink hat causing dark brown hair to push down over his doe like hazel eyes.

He looked gorgeous and not in the least like someone who had been sweating under heavy club lights and thick layers of make up all night.

“You said you’d be my master so you know, let’s go. Let’s seal this. How do you want to do it?”

“I don’t.” Bianca very annoyingly rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm.

“But you said?”

“I lied, people do that sometimes.” She coldly stated as she began walking to her car.

Clearly Danny didn’t take no for an answer though and kept following her like a tail she couldn’t shake.

“But you said you’d be my master?”

“What?” Bianca snapped turning around on her heels to face him, pushing him away from her in a burst of rage. “What? You gonna’ follow me home now till I say yes again?”

“Pretty much.” Danny nodded folding his arms, disregarding the fact that his feet had slid back without her ever even touching him.

“Ugh.” She growled. “Just get in the fucking car.”

Danny smiled victoriously and followed her to the pitch black Mercedes where he got in the passenger seat.

“Thank you.” He turned to face her but she pushed his grinning cheeks away.

“Say anything again and I’m throwing you out on the streets.”

“Aye aye.” Danny whispered making a zipper motion across his lips.

-

When they got to the small apartment, and after greeting 2 very eager small dogs, Bianca made a beeline straight to the bathroom to wash her face off.

Danny stayed put playing with the dogs but when he heard the shower turn on he knew he would probably be waiting a while and made his way to the grey sofas.

Cuddling up with the smaller of the two dogs to admire the endless shelves lined with fashion and magic books alike.

“You need to…” Roy, now clean faced and smelling like some form of floral shampoo, came out pointing to the bathroom behind him.

“Nope.” Danny shook his head assuming what he meant with even acknowledging him.

Once he did however his heart began racing at the sight of Roy in nothing but a fluffy white towel. He eyed the man’s glistening skin up and down trying to formulate an appropriate way to react but his mind went blank.

“Okay.” Roy nodded disappearing behind the wall he was leaning against into the bedroom. “There’s wine in the fridge help yourself.”

“I’m, uh, I’m okay.” He stuttered looking down at his fidgeting hands. Suddenly he was more nervous than he’d ever been in his whole life.

He was intimidating as hell when he wore clothes but fuck it about 20 times more when he was naked. Danny dropped his head into his palms trying to rub away the image of the towel clinging tightly around a thin, toned waist.

All that did though was remind him of what was right above said towel. A thin strip of hair trailing down to what appeared to be just above the base of his dick.

“Alright.” Roy came back into the living room. Danny looked up hoping he’d be completely naked this time but was sorely disappointed to find him in a long grey tank top and black joggers. “Follow me.”

Danny jumped up from his seat and made his way over to where Roy was waiting with an extended hand.

Roy took Danny’s hand in his and lead him to the the dimly lit bedroom where he closed the door behind them to give them privacy from the nosey pups.

Danny stood still and unsure for a second by the foot of the neatly made up bed while Roy was fetching something from his drawers by the door.

When the older made his way back to him he took both hands in his again and looked him square in the eyes. “If I become your master you must obey, we have to form a seal and above all else you need to tell me when anything gets too out of hand. Understood?”

Danny nodded and Roy let go of one of his hands, he held his now free hand up in front of Danny’s face and with a snap of his fingers he conjured fire once again.

“If this hurts you, you need to tell me, but you have to remember everything I do is to help you. If you’re going to waste my time at least tell me when I’m wasting my time.” He raised a brow waiting for Danny’s response but the younger was still to petrified to answer so he simply nodded again. Once he did Roy closed his fist and the flame disappeared.

Roy pushed him back onto the bed where he followed, climbing onto it next to him where both men stood on their knees facing one another.

“I can do this. Show me.” Danny finally spoke in a whisper as his eyes flicked between Roy’s.

“Take off your shirt.”

Danny quickly removed his hoodie and the white runaways shirt beneath it, discarding them on the side of the bed as ordered.

“Do you want to make a contract with me? I need permission.” Roy asked brushing the back of his hand over Danny’s cheeks

“Yes please.”

As soon as he had his conformation Roy cupped Danny’s cheek and eaned in, his lips momentarily brushing over Danny’s.

“We can do this anyway you like?”

“I want you to choose.” Danny tilted his head up to close the distance and finally kiss him.

Both men’s breathing became broken and unsure, the tension between them growing unbearable as they slowly continued kissing till Danny suddenly felt a searing pain against his sternum and pulled away gasping for air as if someone had gut punched him.

“What the fuck?” He yelled clawing at his chest looking for any marks where he thought Roy burned him.

“Never even touched you.” Roy pulled up his shoulders showing his hands. “That’s what making a contract feels like. Do you still want to go through with this? Because I can’t train someone who…”

“I do. I can do this.” Danny snapped, lunging at him with his hands either side of his face as he pulled him in for another deep kiss.

Their kissing intensified as the searing pain returned, burning through his chest, his very soul even it felt like.

But he didn’t have to worry about it for very much long as Roy pulled him closer to his body as if he was trying to elevate his pain by taking some of it onto himself. His breathing growing strained from sharing the burning.

Danny couldn’t hold back any longer and began grinding his hardening erection into Roy’s leg while the older kissed his neck, sucking pieces of skin into his heated mouth every so often.

Roy leaned back to take off his shirt and as soon as he did Danny waisted no time to take one of his nipples into his mouth.

He reached down between them to palm Roy’s semi through his pants making his lover moan as he their eyes met. He watched Roy carefully to access every minuscule reaction as the older ran his fingers through his hair, pulling him up for a desperate, hungry kiss.

“On your stomach.” Danny breathed into his mouth scooting over so Roy could lay down.

He threw his leg over Roy’s thighs and quickly undid his jeans. After bending down to nibble on the shell of the older’s ear he began sliding his erection stretching the fabric of his underwear against his ass, watching the skin around Roy’s neck flare up a bright red with arousal.

With a quick tug at his hips he lifted Roy’s ass up enough to pull his joggers and underwear off in one quick go.

He gave his ass a hard slap hearing the man beneath him moan faintly when he resumed sliding his dick between his cheeks and against his asshole.

“Fuck.” Roy groaned lowly looking back at him and from the hunger in his eyes Danny knew he had him in the palm of his hands.

He slid down off the bed, massaging his asshole with 2 of his fingers as he went when Roy pulled his cheeks apart to allow him better access in anticipation of what’s to come.

When Danny took each cheek in hand and sunk his tongue into his entrance a loud moan escaped through Roy’s puffy lipstick stained lips.

“Fuck yeah.” He whimpered gripping the sheets into his fists and lifting his ass further into Danny’s tongue.

Danny gave his backside another slap before kneading the firm muscles of his beautiful ass as he licked with a pointed tongue around the muscles of Roy’s entrance.

“Let me fuck you.” Danny whispered moving up to sink his teeth into his ass earning a hiss from Roy.

“No.” Roy nervously laughed dropping his head.

“No?” Danny kissed the bright purple teeth marks that he had left on the tan skin.

“Fuck no.”

“You sure?” He asked tongue in cheek standing back to pull his underwear off despite Roy’s protest.

While he had the chance Roy sat up and wrapped his arm around Danny’s waist to quickly and efficiently spin him around and sit between his legs.

“You know that expression ‘I’m fucking this cat you just hold the legs?’” Roy nipped at his jaw as he took hold of his cock in a tight grip, torturously slowly jerking him off.

Danny nodded licking the top of his lip, lifting his hips into the hand around him. “Meow?”

“Well I’m fucking this cat.”

-

“I think I love sealing contracts.” Danny moaned into the pillow his face was buried in as Roy slapped his dick against his entrance after having squirted a very generous amount of cold lube onto his asshole.

“It’s not bad. Come here.” Roy snorted sitting back on his knees to let Danny take over the pace at which he wanted to lower back down onto him.

Danny sat back slowly at first, arching his back when the tip of Roy’s thick cock entered him, stretching him the lower he went.

As soon as he his ass hit Roy’s v-line his mouth dropped open and his head fell back as he tried to breathe through everything going on in both his body and mind.

“That’s it. Atta’ boy.” Roy praised scratching down his thighs, leaving pale red stripes all along his trembling legs.

He sat back on his ankles, resting up on his elbows when Danny had pushed him down to straddle him in reverse. Holding onto the thighs in front of him as he slowly began rolling his hips onto his cock.

The same burning sensation from earlier had returned but this time felt like it was igniting every single organ in his body. Although instead of hurting like before it felt incredibly euphoric, like every high he’d ever been on couldn’t even compare.

This had to be the seal, it had to be Roy’s powers he could feel flowing through him. It felt like the fire he so easily produced before was now setting every hair on his body on fire and he couldn’t get enough.

He closed his eyes when he reached down to jack himself off, too overcome with ecstasy as his ass bounced faster and faster onto Roy.

The older watched his ass engulfing him, bouncing against his v line as the same heat rushed through his veins. But it couldn’t have just been that, it had to be Danny.

The energy he was exuding was electric and exciting, too dangerous to touch but too irresistible to avoid.

“God that’s the best ass. Fuck” Roy groaned slapping Danny’s backside before he dug his nails into the tender flesh as he guided his hips.

“Yeah?” Danny blushed looking over his shoulder.

“Fuck yeah.” Roy sat up, puling danny towards his body with a hand on his neck and the other squeezing his balls.

“Oh fu…don’t do that, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking fast.” Danny warned when Roy’s hands gave another hard squeeze to his balls.

To be completely honest he didn’t even care if it was embarrassing that he would finish so soon. After the excruciating 20 minute of foreplay where Roy had edged him so close but refused to let him climax, and now alternating between swift hard thrusts and slow smooth ones as he fucked him everything was becoming too much for him.

With his torso pressed against Danny’s back the younger could finally tell that the source of the intoxicating heat was Roy himself.

It was like he could feel every fibre of his being being ignited by his lover. He was additive almost scary at times but gave him an intoxicating rush of adrenaline like no other.

Danny’s eyes slowly shut as Roy’s pounding grew more frantic, more rough.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” Danny screeched in a very high pitched desperate tone. His ass bounced back in rhythm with Roy as best he could but he could feel his limbs growing weak.

“Shit.” Roy growled. “I’m gonna cum too.”

Despite his rushed warnings Roy’s hold on his neck or hand massaging his balls never let up as he hammered into him faster, desperate to get closer to his orgasm as well.

Danny’s body eventually gave up, falling limply back against Roy and letting him take over control fully as his climax washed over him.

“Roy…” He whimpered clinging for dear life onto the wrist of the hand crushing his throat. His cum shot down onto the bed in front of him before it dribbled down onto Roy’s knuckles. “Oh…go…”

“Open.” The older ordered lifting his hand up to Danny’s mouth.

He shoved the 3 fingers covered in cum between his lips, holding onto his jaw as he continued grunting and cursing under his breath every time he forcefully slammed into the young ass.

Roy’s loud primitive grunts dimmed as he muffled his cries of ecstasy by biting into the muscle of Danny’s shoulder and soon the room filled with only the frantic slaps of their bodies when he finally shot his load into Danny’s ass.

The hands holding onto him began shaking as Danny felt the warm liquid pouring into the condom with every pulse of his cock.

Despite cumming Roy’s hips didn’t cease their erratic pounding deeper and deeper into his ass till Danny pulled him back from his trance like state by turning Roy’s face to his.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” Roy softly asked with concern very evident in his voice.

Danny gasped for air when Roy finally removed the hold around his neck revealing the faint purple and red finger lines from where he squeezed too hard.

“No.” Danny smiled pulling the back of his head in for a tender kiss. “I want…I want to fuck you.”

“Fine.” Roy panted relieved that he didn’t hurt him but he did gave the shell if his ear a small bite just for good measure. “Only because your dick is so cute.”

He pulled slowly out of Danny and discarded the condom to one side while the younger reached for a fresh one for himself.

Danny ordered Roy on all fours as he proceeded to lube his fingers up, kissing his neck first as he slid the condom down over his already erect again cock.

He took hold of Roy’s cheek, caressing the smooth flustered skin with his thumb and pulling his face further back towards him for a quick kiss as he reached down to insert one of his lanky fingers.

“Ah, sh…” Roy groaned dropping his head into the pillow beneath him. “One more.”

Danny nodded impressed that Roy could so easily be willing to let him stretch him out before he slid a second one in.

“Oh fuck.” Roy bit into the sheets. Regretting his decision to be the smug asshole he always was but not wanting to show any weakness and turn back now.

“You okay?” Danny asked worryingly.

“Yeah. Let’s just get this shit over with.”

Danny could tell that despite not admitting it or the strain of slipping the second digit in that Roy was enjoying himself.

His fingers began sliding in with ease as he peppered kisses along his reddened shoulders blades, biting at the flesh till Roy relaxed enough that he could move his ass back in rhythm with Danny.

“On your back.” Danny ordered sliding his fingers out to lube himself up while the older flipped around.

While Danny positioned himself by his asshole Roy’s lifted his legs to rest them over his thighs, watching Danny’s every move intently.

The younger penetrated him gently at first, not rushing him like he did with his fingers but once he Roy pulled him down for a kiss he couldn’t resist the temptation to repay his lover for the bruises around his neck.

He pulled his hips back slowly like before but while Roy was distracted by his tongue dancing over his he thrusted up aggressively, slamming himself fully into him so hard the bed jumped forward hitting the wall.

“Fuck!” Roy yelped contorting his face into a silent scream when a second hard slap followed into his poor ass. He kept panting through the motions every time Danny would repeat this, scowling at him as he did.

“You fucking bitch.” Roy chuckled when Danny unexpectedly hooked his legs over his shoulders and flipped him further up to push deeper into his ass.

“You know, you’re pretty cute at this angle.” Danny grinned a huge goofy grin as he continued teasing Roy with every pound of his hips.

“Shut up.” Roy snapped, a slight hint of chuckling still coming through under his trembling breathe. “Don’t speak and just fuck me.”

Roy pulled him down to resume their earlier make out session again with his hands either side of Danny’s neck.

Meanwhile Danny’s hips continued pounding into him swiftly, their sweaty bodies slapping loudly together as his long thin cock hit just the right spot perfectly turning the bossy queen beneath him into mere putty.

Danny grabbed the hands either side of his face and pinned them securely above Roy’s messy bed head as he picked up his pace.

His second orgasm of the night building up even faster than the first as Roy’s tight asshole squeezed around him.

“Shit.” He hissed resting his sticky forehead against Roy’s when he felt the familiar tight coil in his lower abdomen.

“Going to cum for me again?” Roy whispered tilting his head up bite onto his bottom lip.

When Danny nodded whispering a barely audible “yeah” through his panting Roy told him to let go of his hands.

The older pulled his face towards his, looking into his eyes with such severe intensity Danny felt the burning in his chest scorching hotter than before.

“A contract is made.” Roy whispered as if in pain, lifting his head up to seal their contract with a deep kiss.

As soon as his lips touched Danny’s the younger collapsed in a disheveled mess on top of him, whimpering softly and trembling as his second load shot into his ass filling the condom.

“Fu…fuck.” He panted lifting himself up with shakey arms to look into Roy’s eyes. “Fuck me. What was that?”

“That,” Roy sighed wiping a drop if sweat from Danny’s temple. “Was sealing a fucking contract.”

“Is that burning what you feel all the time?”

“Only when I’m making fire.”

Danny nodded contemplating what that must be like to deal with every time he snapped his fingers but before he could ask another question he noticed Roy smiling at him oddly sincerely, almost sweetly which made his cheeks grow a noticeably bright red.

“What?” He nervously asked.

“You’re pretty cute at this angle.” Roy joked making Danny blush even more before giving his chest a shove. “Now get the fuck.”

Danny pulled out and fell back in a spread out pose onto the bed as Roy rolled off the bed. “Did your sealing feel like that?”

“No. We had a blood seal so she touched my cut on my forehead with hers on her finger and I…well I passed out.” He laughed turning to walk away.

Danny couldn’t help biting his lip to hide the goofy grin as he watched the purple teeth marks on his right ass cheek jiggling with each step.

When Roy returned a few minutes later with 2 bottles of water he spotted Danny with his crop top already on, scurrying around to look for something else.

“What are you doing?” Roy asked sitting down on edge of the bed after handing the still searching Danny a bottle of water.

“Getting dressed?”

“So you’re leaving then?”

“Yeah? Figured you wouldn’t want me to stay since you hate me or whatever.” He pulled up his shoulders slipping his briefs on but realized quickly enough that they were on backwards. “Goddammit.”

“Wait,” Roy grabbed Danny’s hand when he took his briefs off again. “I dont…hate you.”

“Then um, mind if I stay?”

“I mean do whatever you want I’m not your mother.” Roy coldly stated rolling over to climb in under the covers.

Danny stared at the ground debating what to do before he took his shirt off again and hesitantly followed Roy to climb in under the covers with him.

“I’ll stay then.” He whispered smiling at Roy.

“Hm.” He nodded turning his back to Danny.

What Danny couldn’t see was despite Roy’s cold nature once he turned around a bright relieved smiled flashed across his face as he closed his eyes ready to drift off.

-

Danny rolled over after spotting the time on the clock sitting on Roy’s bedside table and decided since the sun would be up soon and he couldn’t sleep he’d go sit by the big window next to Roy’s bed and watch it.

The morning sky already looked on fire in various painted red hues and soon his mind began wandering to the casual fashion in which Roy had lit his cigarette earlier.

He replayed the moment in his mind a few times and thought since he’d sealed his contract with his new master he might as well give recreating it a shot.

“Can’t sleep?” Roy asked when Danny snapped his fingers. He rolled over and tilted his head to get a better look at the naked boy through the glare coming in from the open window.

“Uh uh.” Danny shook his head defeatedly.

Roy shifted a bit and sat up against his headboard rubbing his exhausted eyes.

“Can I smoke?” Danny unexpectedly asked. “I’ll blow it out the window?”

“Yeah, fine.” He sighed raising a hand when Danny tried getting up from his seat on the small vanity. “Where’s your backpack? I’ll get it.”

“Um, living room.”

Roy yawned stretching his arms over his head before he gave the side where Danny had gotten up from a minute ago a tap.

As Danny made his way back into the bed Roy clapped his hands together in front of his chest and when he pulled them apart the red and white pack of cigarettes fell onto the sheets in front of him.

He took one out disregarding Danny’s bewildered open mouth staring and put it between his teeth. Again with a quick snap of his fingers he lit the cigarette with ease and after blowing out the puff of smoke he held it up to the confused boy next to him. “You can smoke in bed, trust me I’ve set a lot worse on fire in here.”

“How do you do that. How did you know you can do that?” Danny asked taking the cigarette from him.

“Like I’ve told you before, I just did. If I know where something is I can focus on it and make it appear.” “Why are you sad?” Danny asked as if he’d already forgotten the first question he asked him while he threw his leg over Roy’s thighs so he could sit on his lap. He placed his hand on his jaw and gently began caressing up and down his cheek to soothe him.

“How do you know I’m sad?”

“I can just tell. Your energy’s really low.”

“My energy? You can read that?” Roy frowned.

“Yeah but just because my mom can and she taught me how to read people’s moods based on how they act.”

“So she taught you magic?” Roy took the hand on his cheek in his, trailing a small circle repeatedly in the pale palm of it.

“That’s not how magic works.” Danny annoyingly rolled his eyes. Even Roy said it wasn’t that easy why would he change his mind now? To mess with him?

“That so?” Roy tilted his head looking into Danny’s eyes shimmering in the light of the morning sun. “How did you learn how to do make up then?”

“Someone showed me and I practiced.”

“Magic’s the same.” Roy shrugged.

“Doubt it, otherwise I’d be able to do it.” Danny defeatedly sighed taking a drag from his cigarette.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Roy asked switching from trailing a circle to the same triangle as before.

“How toasty you are.” Danny smiled contently biting his lip. He doubted Roy could ever be cold if his skin radiated this much delicious heat.

“Think of a color.”

“Hm.” Danny pursed his lips to one side thinking it over.

“Green?” Roy asked after a few seconds of silence, letting go of Danny’s hand to snake his arms around his waist.

“Yeah? How did you know?”

“Danny.” Roy smiled. “Look down, baby.”

Danny furrowed his brows in confusion but when Roy raised his, flicking his eyes to his abdomen where Danny’s hand still rested the younger looked down reluctantly.

His mouth dropped open when he saw a small, green triangular fire burning in the palm of his hand where Roy had been outlining shapes a few seconds ago.

“Did you do that?” He looked back at the still proudly grinning Roy.

“No.” He shook his head giving Danny a quick peck on the cheek. “You did.”

“I made magic?”

“You made magic.”

Just as the words left his lips Danny squealed in delight throwing his arms around Roy’s shoulders giggling uncontrollably as he did.

“I made magic!”

[balancedpluto]

All arcana asks ;)

I hate u so much Hayden. Putting it under a read more cuz HECK this is a lot. Also u can clearly tell Rose is my most fleshed out apprentice lmao. U can also tell when I started to burn out lol. THIS TOOK ME ALL DAY HECK

1. Name? Surname?Rose LaFontaineAaron (???)Lyra (???)

2. Any Family?Rose: she has a sister who’s 10 years older than her named Yvette, she’s a pirate. And her mother still lives in Fantasy France.Aaron: SO MANYLyra:….she doesn’t like to talk about it

3.Any Familiar?Rose: A bull mastiff named Mika who can change in size (so she can fit in a pocket or be the size of a horse, at her will)Aaron: A bearded dragon named Sir Slappy Skiddaddly the Third Lyra: A cute little rat named Pixie

4.Asra, Nadia, or Julian?Rose: JulianAaron: AsraLyra: Nadia

5. Best strength in magic?Rose: IllusionsAaron: Fire magic. Anyone who follows Eereree saw this coming.Lyra: the creation and manipulation of light

6. Favorite color?Rose: Maroon or light pink Aaron: Red. Surprise surprise Lyra: Purple

7. Favorite number?Rose: 69Aaron: 420Lyra: HOW DID YOU TWO ANSWER THAT SO FAST??? Uhh, 7?

8. Sexuality?Rose: BiAaron: PanLyra: Lesbian

9. Weird hobby?Rose: not really weird so much as unexpected for her, but she likes to sew and knit.Aaron: Weed lmaoLyra: Buying books but never actually getting around to reading them.

10. Favorite season?Rose: SpringAaron: FallLyra: Spring as well

11. Favorite weather?Rose: Sunny, but not hot.Aaron: Thunderstorms Lyra: Drizzly

12. Favorite place in Vesuvia?Rose: The Raven, or Mazelinka’s place. She loves that lady like she was her own grandmother.Aaron: The market. That pumpkin bread thoLyra: The palace library

13. How does their laughter sound like?Rose: Sober, its a soft almost teasing giggle. Drunk, loud cackling. Both are very charming in their own way.Aaron: LOUDLyra: giggling and soft snorting

14. How do they look like when they cry?Rose: She doesn’t cry often so when she does its…a lot. Loud gross sobbing often accompanied by yelling. Its not pretty.Aaron: Ghibli tears. You can’t convince me otherwise.Lyra: A lot of sniffling

15. What do they like to wear?Rose: Long dresses/skirts with low cut tops. Her brests are her best asset and she’s gonna show em whether you like it or not.Aaron: Tits out. That’s all u need to know.Lyra: Long, modest cut dresses with a corset. Very simple, but she always looke nice.

16. What are their fears?Rose: Fears? Don’t know her. (Actually death, which is…ironic considering the circumstances)Aaron: Abandonment. And cockroaches.Lyra: Rejection. The dark.

17. What do they like to do Friday night?Rose: put on fancy lingerie, get wasted, and play card games.Aaron: Blaze it lmaoLyra: (cuddling with Nadia) Reading

18. Do they use makeup?Yes. All 3 of them.

19. Favorite food?Rose: Mama LaFontaine’s crepesAaron: Spicy Vegetarian ChiliLyra: Cookies (technically not FOOD, but sweets are her big weakness)

20. Favorite drink?Rose: Rosé wine. Sounds redundant considering her name, but thats why she likes it. Growing up she thought it was named after her.Aaron: Just water, surprisingly.Lyra: Green tea

21. Zodiac sign?Rose: CancerAaron: Cancer Lyra: Aquarius(I dont care i have two apprentices that are the same sign leave me alone)

22. Day of birth?Honestly haven’t even thought if that lmao

23. Favorite movie?Rose: Heathers. She loves a bad bitch movie.Aaron: Shrek. Lyra: Not really a movie person tbh. She likes Disney stuff tho.

24. Favorite music genre?Rose: Classic rock or indie. Also has an interest in things involving old or obscure instruments.Aaron: Pop PunkLyra: Soft indie or video game soundtracks

25. Favorite song?Rose: Over the Hills and Far Away- Patty GurdyAaron: It’s Never Sunny in South Philadelphia-The Wonder YearsLyra: Youth- Daughter

26. Favorite TV show?Rose: Likes to watch cooking shows cuz its usually the only thing good onAaron: Doesn’t really do TVLyra: Also not really into TV, will put on like, QVC or something for background noise tho (im guilty of this)

27. What is their style?Rose: Like i said before. Long skirt, tits OUT.Aaron: Lazy but somehow manages to look hot? How does he do that???Lyra: Simple and modest, but always in pretty colors.

28. Any mental health issues?Rose: She has some anger issues, along with a tendency to bottle everything upAaron: hrrhgghh i haven’t gotten that deep with him WHOOPSLyra: Really bad anxiety

29. Any health issues in general?Not really?

30. Are they human?Yeah….or are they dancer?

31. Favorite book?Rose: She honestly can’t remember the last time she had time to read for fun.Aaron: Wtf is a book lolLyra: Don’t make her choose for the love of god

32. Favorite book genre?The person writing these questions assumes I know books lmao

33. Favorite time of the day?Rose: SunsetAaron: Early afternoonLyra: Like, really early morning. My sweet child why are you awake this early

34. If they weren’t a magician, who would they be?Rose: A pirate like her sister. Unless this is meant as like a modern AU then she’d probably sew and knit cute things and sell them online.Aaron: Probably a video game youtuber tbhLyra: Not much different, only she’d run a little mom and pop knick knack/ book store instead of a magic shop

35. Do they believe in ghosts?Yeah

36. Do they believe in aliens?Kind of?

37. Do they like sports?What is this…sport you speak of?

38. How do they look like?Sexy

Rose: 

Aaron:

Lyra:

(art by @willowwish64 )

39. What is their biggest motivation to solve the Lucio’s killer mystery?Rose: To clear Julian’s name Aaron: To make sure it wasn’t him and he just doesn’t remember. I mean…fire is kinda his thing, so…Lyra: To put Nadia’s mind at ease

40. What do they think of Lucio so far?Rose: “He’s an asshole.”Aaron: “Goatman! Fuck you, goatman!”Lyra: “I can never look at a goat again without feeling terrified”

41. What do they think of Nadia so far?Rose: “She’s the kind of woman I strive to be. I have so much respect for her.”Aaron: “A smart, capable woman. Also really hot like wowie.”Lyra: “She’s so amazing and so beautiful and i don’t know why she likes me so much, I’m so dull compared to her and-” (this can go on for hours)

42. What do they think of Asra so far?Rose: “A great friend and mentor. I’d do anything for him.”Aaron: “He’s like…a human sheep…but really skinny…imagine hugging cotton candy filled with bones…its amazing. Also dat ass.” (He loves him but he’s bad at serious answers)Lyra: “A close friend to whom i owe my life”

43. What do they think of Julian so far?Rose: “Oh, Julian. How do i begin to describe how i feel about him? I’ve never met someone who’s so smart and witty yet so dumb? And he’d do anything for you but doesn’t think he deserves the same, even though he does. And, well, i could go on but the long and the short of it is, I love that idiot.”

Aaron: “He’s like a taller, hotter version of me AND IM SO PISSED”Lyra: “he sure is…something”

44. What do they think of Portia so far?Rose: “My future sister in law???? I love her so much! ”Aaron: “She’s…so small…my god im surrounded by small people”Lyra: “She’s so lovely!! She’s like my best friend!”

45. What do they think of Muriel so far?Rose: “He…doesn’t like to talk much does he? And he’s so…TALL. Makes you wonder about…things.”Aaron: “Him big. ”Lyra: “He…kind of scares me a bit? ”

46. Do they like animals?OF COURSE

47. Are they allergic to anything?Nope

48. Do they have any talents (except magic)?Rose: Again, she’s really good at sewing/knittingAaron: He can lick his elbow. And he shows off his “skill” to everyone. Charming i know.Lyra: She’s really good with animals

49. Do they get drunk easily?Rose: No, she can hold her liquor pretty well. She usually just gets tipsyAaron and Lyra: YES

50 .What is their personality type?*fart noises*

51. What is their worst negative quality?Rose: She tends to dodge any question that’ll make her show any negative emotion. Being with Julian is kind of helping her with that, since he needs her support and she feels okay talking about this stuff with him. Also she tends to be kind of overly sexual. She doesn’t really mean to, it just happens.Aaron: He tends to take serious things as a joke sometimes.Lyra: She likes to just, avoid people. She’d rather just be alone by her own choice than face rejection.

52. What is their best positive quality?Rose: She’s like a mom? You wouldn’t think that on the surface, but she’s actually really warm and motherly.Aaron: So fucking funny.Lyra: She has a heart of gold

53. What is their position to fall asleep?Rose: She likes to fall alseep with Julian resting his head on her chest and petting his hair. Motherly instincts, i guess. Also it’s the only surefire way of making sure he sleeps. If she’s alone, on her stomach or side with her arms under the pillow.Aaron: Starfish. Asra just has to deal with it, i guess.Lyra: Curled up with Nadia. It’s where she feels safest.

54. The most uncomfortable moment they ever experienced?Rose: (spoilers) Finding out she died. Considering death is her greatest fear, it was especially hard for her to swallowAaron: When his brother found out him and Asra were fuckin…and he found out his brother and Nadia were fuckinLyra:…..

55. Their happiest memory?Rose: When she first came to Vesuvia. It was kinda scary, but there’s SO MUCH TO SEE!!Aaron: Getting Slappy. Lyra: Finding out Nadia likes her back. She nearly fainted.

56. Do they blush?Rose: Not really, if she does its hard to tellAaron: SometimesLyra: YES

57. Are they clumsy?Nah

58. Do they like jokes? Of course, they’re people, arent they?

59. How do they flirt?Rose: VERY direct. She’s not afraid to let people know what she wants.Aaron: “Hey cookin’, what’s lookin’?”Lyra: oh god she’s so bad at it help her

60. Favorite fruit?Rose: StrawberryAaron: Orange Lyra: Kiwi

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How about Lennie meeting the rest of the family. I know it was implied but I'd love to see how they act and talk to him. :3

This ended up a lot  longer than expected, but here you go. I hope you enjoy it ^^

D'Vitt Meet and Greet

“So my dad, he’s a chill guy. Well, he’s chill in the way that he loves everybody and will be friendly at all times unless you’re Ace or Missy.”

“He…doesn’t like Ace?”

“Nope! Anyways, he’s going to obviously love you just like my mom. Now my mom, she’s like him but less energetic and big smiley.”

“Uh huh.”

“She’ll love you too. Very understanding especially because she was in your situation long ago, she welcomes and practically adopts everybody which is why everybody’s so close. And make sure you’re careful with her hands if you happen to do a handshake.”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t very often that Lennie saw Jelly this nervous or somewhat energetic, it wasn’t bad but somewhat funny seeing how she talked rapidly as she moved her hands around a lot. He nodded while she continued talking, listening to everything she had to say about her family considering how in a few moments, he was going to meet every member of the D'Vitt family.

He knew how the family was of good reputation and never really thought of meeting them all like this, especially because the day he met Jelly’s brothers was an accident and he thought that he would perhaps just meet the other that way. Well, he happened to be wrong.

The topic was never discussed in between him nor Jelly, and it was quite clear to see that she would avoid speaking of it until Pepper butt in. They had been casually speaking in the shop while everybody but he was away, and he mentioned that the trio’s mother had considered inviting him over to eat before Jelly attempted to discard the conversation. Although, Pepper continued and only worsened things, if that was the correct word, and just somehow, Lennie was now on his way to the D'Vitt mansion. Not the D'Vitt house, but the D'Vitt mansion where Jelly’s grandparents lived.

“My Papa Stripes, very tall old man. Don’t let him scare you and I am not talking about the height, he just has this weird aura to him that makes people scared or attracted apparently. And, he’s also a sly man, so I’d say be careful with him in general but really, he’s very nice and will ask you some questions. Don’t mention the topic of siblings around him.”

“Okay then…”

“And finally, my grandmother.”

Oh boy, this was what Lennie was waiting for. He’d heard that the grandmother was scary, stern and had a face that could terrify even Missy herself. Would it be enough to scare Thyone too?

Apparently, she was also the type of woman that gave no mercy and had everything go her way, literally the boss of the entire family along with the business. Was she really that bad? From what he heard after Belinda had her turn at the family, not exactly…

“Now you really don’t have to be scared of her, I kind of get where people get that idea but she’s a big sweetheart and loves everybody. Don’t let her resting bitch face scare you, she’s going to mother you just like everybody else and will ask a ton of questions. And you know how extra your brother is?”

“Yup.”

“If not more, she’s that level of extra as well. If you’re going to eat or drink, don’t do it on her couches or rugs because somebody will get yelled at. Also, don’t refer to her as grandma or even grandmother, call her Aster’s mother or Mrs.  D'Vitt unless she gives you the green sign. The other names make her feel old and you do not want that.”

“Okay.”

“Another thing, be careful with her raccoon Nikolai.”

“She has a raccoon?”

“Yes, she got it when she was Pepper’s human age probably. Speaking of which, don’t ask her anything or mention anything about religion, please. We don’t want what happened last time.”

“What…happened?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.” Jelly quickly finalized, then looking out the window of the limousine her grandmother had sent to her house to pick Lennie and her up. Quite like Billy indeed. “Oh crab, we’re here…”

Lennie turned his head to look out, seeing the mansion that was big and very regal. He looked to the windows of it, seeing light come from what was most likely chandeliers and other fancy things like that, and there was an amount of people on the inside. Jelly did have a grand number of aunts and uncles, eleven apparently.

He thought back to the day his brother and Jelly met, pretty nerve wrecking indeed but…this proved to feel somewhat worse due to the fact that he was to meet and make an impression on more than just the humble little family of five. Lennie turned to look at Jelly who bit her lip, then glancing down at him as she adjusted his bowtie and spoke again.

“You ready? Because I’m not.”

Once they had entered the large home, all eyes were on them. There was a variety of brown and green pairs of orbs looking at them both as they walked in hand in hand and had maids close the doors behind them. Jelly didn’t feel exactly at home for once, feeling like a stranger herself as her family stared at her, then at Lennie. He himself wasn’t feeling too good either, since it felt almost like they were all judging him.

“Jelly!Lennie!” a voice called out, and so they both stopped to turn and see Cosmos and Pepper walk over to them with formal outfits as well. “How you two been doin’!?”

“Just, fine.” Jelly replied with a shrug as Lennie stayed quiet, looking down at the ground before he felt Cosmos gently punch his arm.

“You don’t look so good Lens, you okay there?”

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry about me.” he responded as he looked up at said clown who gave him a smile.

“Well, good to know man. My parents are over there and they want to meet you asap.” Cosmos said as he now pointed to said people, and everybody turned to look at their mother who had been casually talking to a woman that was most likely an aunt. Not too far from her was their father, who was stuffing his mouth with a cupcake as two of his brothers cheered him on. There was no doubt he was Pepper’s dad.

“Um, how about…we wait a little more-” Jelly started, then being interrupted by Cosmos who placed his arm around her shoulder and moved her and Lennie over to where the parents were. Their attention was immediately caught, and everybody turned to look at the three that stepped over towards them as the parents now smiled widely and met them halfway.

“Jelly!”

“Lennie!”

“Yes?” the pair answered as they looked at the parents, the father immediately extending his hand out to Lennie as Cosmos walked away with a snicker.

“Hey there! My name’s Aster and I’m Jelly’s dad! This here is my beautiful wife and her mom Lydia!” he exclaimed as he shook Lennie’s hand and grinned brightly. “How do you do?”

“Oh, um. Well, my name’s Lennie as you know…a-and I-I’ve been good…uh…”

“Oh sweetheart, you don’t have anything to be nervous about.” Lydia said as booped Lennie’s nose, giggling as Jelly let out a quiet and nervous laugh. “Jells, he’s really adorable. Such a handsome one you brought over.”

“Yeah, I know.” Jelly replied with a small cough and light blue tint on her cheeks, turning away as Lennie felt himself turn green in embarrassment.

“So Lens, what do ya do?” Aster asked after giving out a laugh, sipping on his drink while he and Lydia stared down at Lennie who gulped for a moment.

“I, uh…work in a library.”

“Oooh! My father used to go there all the time, he’s the one that got Jelly into reading.” Aster stated before he cleared his throat, Lydia’s smile slowly faltering as she knew what would happen. “And speaking of library, guess you could say…Jelly’s porpoise was to, check you out, ey?”

“Dad!”

“What?” Lennie immediately felt a smile on his face as he saw Jelly glare at her dad, meanwhile her mother pinched the bridge of his nose as Aster laughed and looked back at Lennie. “I’m sure she did, especially because you’re her wildest dream and-”

“Dad.”

“Aster, don’t you-”

“Fanta-sea!”

Oh, this was good.

“I thought you liked puns.” Lennie said as he walked away with Jelly, seeing that she was still frowning after the encounter with her parents. Sure it wasn’t bad, but the puns were too much.

“I do, unless they’re from my dad. I don’t mean to be cold but, damn.”

“Huh…well Jelly, you shouldn’t…faren-hate.” Lennie said as he bit his lip with a smile, Jelly stopping as she turned down to look at him with a shocked expression that also happened to be conflicted.

“You can’t hang out with my dad. Ever.”

“Aw, Jells…it’s a bit too…faren-late to say that.”

“Lennie, I love you, and I love your jokes, but-”

“Coralina! Coralina donde has estado todo este tiempo!?(Coraline! Coraline where have you been this entire time!?)”

“Oh stars.”

Lennie looked up to the front, seeing yet another couple walk towards them as heels were heard clicking against the ground. He blinked a few times seeing a very tall clown, as tall as Pierre pretty much though he looked older. Next to him was a woman who was practically an exact replica of Jelly, but with raven hair and brown eyes, also a bit older looking but that was to be kept to himself.

“Oh, Mama Carol! Papa Stripes!” Jelly exclaimed with false enthusiasm, though it was obvious that she was just nervous as she ran over to who were clearly her grandparents before she hugged her grandmother first, and then attempted to embrace her extremely tall grandfather.

“Mi Coralina hermosa, mirate! Te dije que el vestido se te veria hermoso!(My beautiful Coraline, look at yourself! I told you the dress would look wonderful on you!)”

“Oui, ta grand-mère a raison. Votre amant doit avoir la tête sur les talons.(Yes, your grandmother is correct. Your lover must be head over heels.)”

“Hablando de el, donde esta? Ya lo quiero conocer!(Speaking of him, where is he? I want to meet him already!)”

“Um…Lui è laggiù…Lennie è laggiù….(Um…He’s over there…Lennie is over there…)”

The grandparents immediately turned to look behind Jelly, raising their eyebrows in confusion before they both looked down and blinked a few times once they finally noticed Lennie.

“Ese es? Ese pequeno que esta ahi es tu novio!?(That’s him? That small man that’s right there is your boyfriend!?)“the grandmother said in  a somewhat confused tone, then turning to look up at her husband who gave a shrug.

”Au moins, ce n'est pas le grand idiot, l'obsédé. Cependant, les générations deviennent de plus en plus courtes (At least, it is not the tall one. The obsessed one. Although, the generations do get shorter and shorter indeed.)“

”Verdad, verdad.(True, true.)“

“Mama Carol, Papa Stripes, possiamo per favore non parlare di altezze o di Ace e arrivare ad incontrarlo? Ti prometto che adorerai Lennie, credimi sulla parola perché lo amerei con tutto il cuore se ne avessi uno.(Can we please not talk about heights or Ace and just get to meeting him? I promise you will adore Lennie, take my word for it for I would love him with all my heart if I had one.)”

Lennie continued staring at the family discussing, not exactly knowing what they were saying since it was obvious they were speaking three different languages at the same time. Although, he was able to understand what the grandfather was saying, considering how he spoke in French.

As he still watched them, he saw that the grandparents both stayed quiet, then looking back at Lennie who instantly turned his head down to look at his feet as he nervously fiddled with his fingers, coughing to himself with green cheeks. Mama Carol let out a quiet chuckle, then tucking a strand of Jelly’s hair behind her ear as she smiled.

“Trae al chamaco aqui, ya no quiero esperar.(Bring the kid over here, I don’t want to wait anymore.)”

The conversation in between Lennie and the grandparents had easily gone well, though it was cut short due to one of the maids telling Carol that the dinner had been prepared and so they had all gone to the dining table. It was a quite large table, the entire thing being filled up with every single guest as the children who had also gone to the get together were seated in a smaller table meant for just them.

Lennie was told to sit next to Stripes who was at one end of the table, meanwhile Jelly was seated next to her grandmother who was at the opposite end. The dinner was well, everything Lennie expected from the D'Vitt family though he wasn’t exactly focused on it, since he instead was looking to the side where he saw Jelly far off.

He smiled as he looked at her, seeing that she finally noticed him and gave him a small wave which he returned. Lennie continued staring at her with green cheeks, as she did the same, placing her chin onto her palm as she fluttered her eyelashes and blew him a kiss with a wink.

“So, Lennie. How have things been going with ma petite poupée?” Stripes asked, interrupting Lennie and Jelly’s goo goo eyes as picked at his food and never tore his eyes away from it.

“Huh? Oh, um…well, I think w-we’ve been well. I-I wouldn’t say we’re the b-best but, J-Jelly seems to be really h-happy…” Lennie stuttered out, mentally cursing to himself before he cleared his throat and heard Stripes chuckle.

“At least you are honest about it. I may not know so much about you my little friend, but you are quite likeable.” the grandfather claimed right before popping some pasta into his mouth, then eating it in an instant as he finally looked at Lennie who gave a small smile. “Not that I mean to compare, but you are a much better suitor than the idiot that dreams of her every night and…the first one.”

“First…one?”

“Has Pepper not accidentally blurted it out to you like he has to everybody else?The story of…James?”

“Oh, well…I’ve briefly heard about that but…not really.” Lennie replied, now seeing that Stripes slyly smiled as he innocently placed his head onto the back of his hands after having set his fork down to properly look at him.

“Ah, well let’s see. Very long ago when out little jellyfish was still so shy and afraid of the entire world, she had a boyfriend named James. Nobody did meet him, except for Cosmos, and we all thought it was nice she somewhat but finally came out of her shell and tried something new.” Stripes started as one of his hands went down to fiddle with his knife. “ But you know what happened?”

“What happened?”

“This man, this sorry excuse of a man James…he left her for some idiotic job of his. He loved the sea, perhaps more than he loved her, just as he loved Donna.”

“Donna? Who is-”

“Donna is the woman he brought back weeks after he said he would arrive, and she happened to be his wife that was with child. He left, and cheated on my poor jellyfish. Assez scandaleux, n'est-ce pas? (Quite scandalous, is it not?)” Stripes mentioned as he poked a piece of pasta, lifting it up so he could admire it with his same smile, knowing that Lennie was now frowning.

“He…cheated on Jelly…what moron would do that? How much of a dumbass do you have to be to do that?” he said through grit teeth, then having his expression soften as he stared at Stripes who gave him a grin. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to curse.”

“Aucun problème mon ami.(No problem my friend.)I understand where you come from. It really hurt Jelly, especially without the guidance of her brother…but at least in the end, she did get back to him.”

“What?”

“Poor Jelly snapped, her innocence left her and was instead replaced with unbearable anger. And so…she killed him.” the grandfather said, glancing at Lennie who furrowed his eyebrows even more, then turning to look at Jelly who was laughing at something one of her aunts had said, the woman around them laughing as well.

“Serves him well, guy deserved it.”

“Oh?”

“He may have been some sort of a nice guy or whatever, but he deserved it. Whatever she did to him, he had it coming.” Lennie said, now looking at Stripes who sat up straight and placed his utensils down to stare at Lennie with an impressed look.

“Not fear nor hesitation. Lennie, I really do hope you stay in this family for I can not imagine anybody else being with my granddaughter.”

The women, including Lydia and Carol, surrounding Jelly all laughed as she sighed to herself dreamily, staring at her grandfather converse with Lennie. Whatever it was they were discussing, she hoped and knew it was well, for she turned to see that her grandfather gave his rarely seen impressed look at Lennie. Though, her dreamy expression turned into a confused one once she felt a tiny hand tug at her dress.

She looked down and saw Ula who extended her arms upwards, and so she grabbed her to place her onto her lap before Mama Carol turned to look at her.

“How is the little oyster doing?” she asked, Ula then signing to her before she stroked her hair and laughed. “How do you like your mother’s boyfriend?”

“Mama Carol-”

“Shhh! Don’t tell me anything, I am speaking to your daughter.” the grandmother said as she saw Ula give a big smile, quickly signing several phrases excitedly which only made Mama Carol laugh before she turned back to Jelly.

“You love him so much, wouldn’t he be a nice fa-”

“Mama Carol, please!” Jelly exclaimed as she felt her cheeks heat up into their light blue color, and she moved Ula to the other side as she quietly giggled and waved to Lennie which made the other woman let out a wave of ‘awwws’.

“What? I am just speaking and asking honestly.” the woman said, glancing to look at her husband who gave her a nod and wink which made her smirk, then looking at Jelly.

“No queria decir nada, pero como esperas que baile con el?(I didn’t want to say anything but, how do you expect me to dance with him?)”

“Que significa eso?(What’s that supposed to mean?)”

“Pues cuando se casen, voy a tener que bailar con el! Como bailas tu co-(Well when you two get married, I’m going to have to dance with him! How do you dance wi-)”

“Mama Carol!”

“Tambien espero bisnietos, ademas de la miniscula Ula, mi hermosura.(I also expect great grandchildren, besides the tiny Ula, my lovely.)” Carol said as she leaned in closer to Jelly, her granddaughter now hiding her face on Ula’s back as she continued. “Si tienes un nino, le pondras Davy? Recuerdo que la ultima vez-(If you have a boy, will you name him Davy? I remember that last time-”

“I think it’s time to go.”

[taeguklife]

known

taekook af pt. 4

highschool! au | sweetiepie! taehyung w/ player/basketball player!jungkook

summary; taehyung and jungkook are the type of people who are really known around the school by all of their classmates. ironically, they don’t know about each other…

warning; uh mature language ya

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

                                             oh wow, he’s cute

  A week has passed and plenty of things have been forgotten since Taehyung was having a terrible week. He wasn't getting up on time, he's been having to take his siblings to school, his mom has been fighting with him lately, and his grades have been slipping. He's been so stressed since its almost the end of the first semester and they will have the end of the year exams. He hasn't been himself and it was pretty frustrating. Even everyone at school had taken notice on how he looks tired and looked like he was fragile. He hated it.

He was doing well in English class for the first time in a week and was extremely thankful. Jimin gave Taehyung motivational speeches every day this week and he guesses it gave him some boost of confidence. While finishing a question that took him some time to figure out, he heard the door to his classroom open. Some people looked up but the others were too focused on their worksheet to even pay attention to the person who walked in.

Taehyung looked up and gasped since he thinks he might have seen the most beautiful person that God has created. The boy had black hair that was slightly parted so his forehead was showing and wearing a black shirt and black skinny jeans. Taehyung noticed how built and tall the boy was and was hooked. Even though Taehyung was in the middle of the classroom, he can swear he saw little gauges in the beautiful boy's ears. Damn. He's gorgeous. Taehyung widened his eyes and averted his gaze to his worksheet when he saw the boy scan the room, thankfully not meeting his gaze.

"Hello, Mrs.Lei, I wanted to know if I could finish the worksheet from earlier today? I didn't have time since Coach wanted to talk to me about something for next weeks game. " His voice is so nice, wow. Kind of familiar but whatever. I won't be able to remember anyway since I have terrible memory.

"Of course, you are one of my best students after all." Mrs.Lei smiled towards the handsome guy and told him to sit at any open seat he would like.

Taehyung decided to work on his English worksheet before he does anything stupid like stare at the boy who was painfully handsome. Taehyung pulled out his headphones and turned on some music and regained his focus on his worksheet. A couple moments after, the older boy saw a figure right next to the desk and looked up and saw that the supposedly younger boy sat right next to him. Jungkook greeted some friends that were on the other side of the desk and talked for a minute or two before working on the rest of his worksheet. Jungkook was nice to everyone so he tried to greet everyone that he knew in the class. He didn't know this one guy who was in the middle of the classroom who was focused on his work, though. Jungkook saw an empty desk near the cute blonde and decided to sit there.

Taehyung was currently listening to Yoongi's mixtape that he recently made. Yoongi came to school rather excited one day and wasn't even insulting Jimin. The younger boys knew he loved making music and what not, so they supported him 100%. He told them that he finally finished his mixtape and would love it if they, including Jimin, would listen to it. He told them he worked so hard and basically put his soul into this mixtape. Taehyung and Jimin loved it and showered Yoongi in compliments for weeks. Jimin felt weird for complimenting Yoongi but he just insulted him playfully about something later on in the day.

Taehyung was listening to "The Last" since its one of his favorites and was almost done with his worksheet. He was fairly good in all his classes but English was his best class. It was very easy for him to create stories and write essays. The stories they would read would always fascinate him. He loves reading in general, as well. He thinks he might be an English major when he gets into college but he isn't certain yet.

He suddenly felt a hand tap his left shoulder and jumped slightly while taking out his left earbud out. He immediately widened his eyes when he is faced with the handsome as hell teenager in the desk next to him, staring at him.

"Sorry, man. I didn't mean to scare you," He laughed while crinkling his nose up in the cutest way.

 Oh my god, do that again.

"N-No, its okay!" Taehyung stuttered. He was really nervous all of a sudden and wanted to shake it off but he couldn't when someone like him was in front of him looking like the handsome devil himself.

"I was just wondering if you can help me with this worksheet? I'm usually great in this class, but my coach wanted to talk to me about next weeks game so I missed part of the lesson." He smiled shyly while trying to remain eye contact. Jungkook isn't usually the shy type so it was really odd that he felt like he was about to blush by just asking a favor.

"Yeah, whats up?" Taehyung accepted as he tried to look at the cute boys paper without getting too close.

"Well, in this essay prompt at the bottom of the first page, it says "The girl was depressed every day but continued to be with the man she loved. He was the reason for her despair. Every day, he would make her feel even worse. He doesn't love her. But she loves him, so why does she stay?" And I know that this a 'read-between-the-lines kind of question, but that was part of today's lesson. You don't have to give me the answer, but can you help me understand a little bit?" The black haired boy bit his lip while staring at Taehyung intently while the other was thinking over the essay prompt. Mostly everyone got a different prompt so he was surprised how deep this one was.

"Okay, well, when you read this, how do you feel?" Taehyung asked without giving an actual answer like the other said.

"I feel kind of sorry for her, you know. I mean she's sad because of this man. Why doesn't she leave him? Is he forcing her? Why isn't she leaving?" Jungkook explained what was going through his head.

"Try to put yourself in her shoes. Its all in between the lines. The whole reason why she hasn't left is in there." Taehyung said patiently, knowing somehow that this student was going to get it right then and there.

"I-Okay, if I was her, having a partner that made me depressed and didn't love me but I still stayed..." Then his eyes slightly widen, now knowing the answer in between the lines, "I'm staying because if I wasn't, then I would be lonely. I- well she feels like if she left him, that no one else would be there for her. She's afraid to be alone. So, she thinks staying with him will be better. " Jungkook explained, while Taehyung just smiled widely that he got it and understood rather quickly. "So far away" was playing while he was explaining the answer and it made his heart swell since it set the mood. Staring at the beautiful boy didn't help either.

"Thank you so much, dude. That really helped." Funny how both of them don't realize that he helped him before but they don't need to know that until later, right?

"No problem." Taehyung simply said, about to put his earbud back in while Agust D came on a couple seconds beforehand, Yoongi already rapping amazingly.

Taehyung didn't notice how loud his music had been, or how close he was to Jungkook previously but Jungkook ended up hearing it anyways.

"W-what are you listening to?" Jungkook said with interest.

"Hu-oh! Its one of my best friends mixtape. His name is Yoongi? I don't know if you know him, but yeah. He's been working on this for years and it's really good and wow I'm rambling. I'm going to shut up now."Taehyung blushed. Taehyung was used to talking a lot but he sometimes felt like it was a burden to others especially to people that didn't know him.

"Nah, that's cool. It sounds dope. Is it on soundcloud or anything?" Jungkook asked.

"Yeah, he told me its on there and it has plenty of views which is pretty cool. Just search up "Agust D" like A-G-U-S-T and then a D and you shall find the mixtape." Taehyung exclaimed excitingly, happy that someone that Yoongi might not know will listen to his mixtape.

"I'll listen to it tonight." Jungkook smiled softly while staring intently at the boy who he doesn't know the name of yet. He intended on asking the cute boy his name but then was distracted by his friend telling him about this girl he recently banged, leaving Taehyung to go back to his work, not bothered one bit by not knowing the youngers name.

-

"So, let me get this straight...you saw a hot ass person in your English class and you didn't ask him his name?!" Jimin screeched towards Taehyung. They were currently getting video games at a game store that also had anime related stuff for sale.

Taehyung huffed, picking up a scary looking anime, examining it," I was too focused on how beautiful he was, okay? He probably doesn't want to talk to me anymore, anyways. He just needed help on his worksheet." He huffed as he put the anime down.

"But he also asked what you were listening to and he didn't have to give a shit about that whatsoever." Jimin inquired, rolling his eyes.

"He liked the music, which is good for Yoongi. Ugh. He was just hot as hell. He was so hot that he might as well be the devil himself." Taehyung whined.

-

"You what now?" Namjoon asked Jungkook. They were currently at a music store filled with records and cds everywhere.

"I went to English class, cause you know how I am I like my grades to always be up and I also like to be caught up. I sat next to a really cute boy with a nice side profile."

"Cute? Since when do you call people cute?" Namjoon snorted.

"Fuck you, I don't always call people 'hot' and 'bangable' like you do. Bitch." Jungkook sneered. Namjoon may have been his best friend since he was little but he can't lie about his best friend being a fuckboy sometimes. Everyone calls Jungkook a fuckboy but Namjoon is the real fuckboy.

"Though, I probably would bang him and he's hot too. Anyway, " Jungkook heard Namjoon whisper pervert and decided not to reply to it and continue his story," I asked him to help me with my work and then we talked about what he was listening to which I'm going to listen to later." Jungkook nodded, reminding himself again to listen to the mixtape. "I don't know man. He's so pretty. He's like an angel. Fuck, what am I saying?"

"Gay," Namjoon said while cupping his hands around his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, fuckboy."

Jungkook actually went home that night and listened to Agust D's mixtape and was blown away. He was so glad that he decided to sit to the cute boy. He got to sit next to an angel, he got his work done, and he got to listen to new music. It was a great day.