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pregnant-piggy · 4 years ago

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I don’t wanna be your ex

James Potter x slytherin!reader

words: 6.5k

A/N: it was so weird to write this as i usually write people falling in love, but this was almost the complete opposite. Reader is a Slytherin beater and i’ve kept them gender neurtal. I hope you’ll like it!

Request: can u pls do a blurb for James Potter based on the song EX by Kiana Ledé or if thats kinda too much a headcanon of how him and a slytherin quidditch beater started dating? @artemis1orion

based on EX by Kiana Ledé

James drummed his fingers on the wooden table top in a non-existing beat while his eyes scanned the full Great Hall around him. Thoughts were racing through his head, leaving his mind before he had even had a chance to find their meaning. His foot was bouncing uncontrollably under the table; he couldn’t stop it.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Just a week ago everything had been fine. There had been nothing to plague James’ mind, nothing that could distract him from the game today.

As his eyes glanced over the excited students around him, James wondered where it had gone wrong. Had it been off the entire time or had something changed? Was it his fault? In all honesty, he hadn’t seen it coming—to him everything had seemed perfectly fine.

James’ eyes locked on the person he had been trying to avoid and yet find. It had only been a week, but it had felt so strange. All that had grown familiar on him was suddenly ripped from his life.

You were seated at the Slytherin table in your quidditch uniform, the green and silver clashing with James’ red and golden one. In your hand was a cup with steaming hot tea. Probably green tea, James figured, the only one he didn’t like. You laughed and your nose scrunched up a little. Even from so far away James could hear your chortle, or he imagined it.

It had seemed like such an odd couple, the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. The green beater and the red chaser. Silver and gold. Never in his whole life, James had thought that he would fall for a person from the house he had sworn to be his enemy on the moment he stepped foot in Hogwarts.

But nothing had stopped him. He had fallen fast and hard, so afraid that he would hit the ground and shatter. You had brought feelings up in him that he hadn’t felt before, feelings that he was terrified of.

After a month of careful flirting and awkward situations, you kissed him. Without any warning you had pressed your lips on James’, that typical laugh of you still echoing in his ears as he answered your kiss by entangling his fingers in your hair.

Happy and merry had started in that moment and they hadn’t left James for a long time. Wherever he went, you were there supporting him; if not physical then mentally. There was an imprint of you in James’ mind. The sound of your voice was nestled in every corner of his brain and now he tried to fight it.

Because you weren’t his anymore. He wasn’t yours.

You had said that you had seen it coming from afar, like a dark cloud of thunder in the blue sky on a summer’s day. Fog had formed around the two of you, hiding one from the other. So with little words and meaningless promises an end had been put to the ‘us’.

But that end wasn’t as easy as James had thought it to be. For so long you had been there with him, that life without you seemed dull. The sun was never shining and rain always threatened to fall. However, James couldn’t ask you to come back. He didn’t even want that, that he was sure of. Time with you had been great, but you were his ex now and he had no intention to change that.

‘You nervous?’ Sirius asked as he slumped down on the wooden bench next to him, ripping James’ attention away from you.

‘Nah,’ James lied while his stomach made a turn as he tried to take a bite from his breakfast. His gaze wandered off to the Slytherin table again and he left his fork untouched on the side of his plate. Sirius seemed to notice who his friend was looking at and he sighed as he moved a little closer to James, so no one would hear them.

‘Just talk to them, if you want so bad. You don’t have to get back together or anything, but just talk,’ Sirius said, receiving a huff from James.

‘Why would I talk to them? They broke up with me,’ James said as he ripped his gaze from you and turned to Sirius.

‘Yeah, but didn’t you promise you’d still be friends?’ Sirius pointed out, as he nonchalantly played with his pumpkin juice while eyeing James.

James barked a short humourless laugh and shook his head. ‘Of course I said that—that’s what everyone says when they’re breaking up!’

‘So you’re just never gonna…?’

‘No, I really don’t see the point,’ James shrugged and he returned to his breakfast.

‘That’s too bad,’ Sirius muttered, while he waved at Remus and Peter, who just entered the Great Hall to wish James luck before the game. ‘They were neat.’

James grumbled something and his eyes found your figure back. His conversation with Sirius had made him think. He had indeed promised you to stay friends, but you sure knew that that was just something he had said to make the situation a little less uncomfortable. Surely, you didn’t actually expect him to be friends after you had broken up?

Tearing his stare from you, James focused on his friends instead. Peter was rummaging through his bag to find something and Remus was calmly trying to eat his breakfast while Sirius kept tormenting him with pleads for help on the History of Magic essay. It took five minutes and the promise that Sirius would leave him be for the rest of the day for Remus to give in and Sirius was smirking as he dramatically threw his arms around Remus’ neck and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

‘Alright, alright,’ Remus mumbled, pushing Sirius away. ‘Now bugger off and let me eat my breakfast.’

Sirius let go of Remus and turned to James, who had till thus far been watching his friends with a faint smile on his lips. Sirius asked something about the strategy James had come up with to win this game from the Slytherins and as James dove with his pre-game nerves into a rant about how his beater had to clear the way for the chasers, Sirius’ eyes shifted to a spot above James’ shoulder. By the time James had realised it was too late for him to get out of the situation and he heard your enthusiastic voice.

‘Hey guys, what’s up?’ you said as you stood behind James, who kept his face at his plate. There was an awkward second as the three others looked from you at James and back, but Remus was quick to dismiss James’ distant behaviour and he smiled at you.

‘Not much here. Nervous for the game?’

James didn’t need to see your face to know exactly how you were feeling. He had been by your side for so many games. He knew that you were in fact nervous but would never admit it to anyone. Instead you would laugh everything away and pretend you were super excited.

‘No, not really. We’ve had a lot of practice this season. And having spent so much time with James I know exactly what his team will do,’ you chuckled.

The boys laughed softly and another silence followed in which you got called by your teammates. James dared to turn his head a little to look at them and felt some sort of anger towards them, even though his logic told him that they had done nothing wrong.

‘Well, I should go,’ you said and it was silent as James felt all eyes on him. But he didn’t react and he heard a little sigh from you. ‘I’ll see you around.’

Remus and Sirius waved after you and Peter wished you good luck, while you ran after the other Slytherins out of the Great Hall. James watched as you disappeared, glancing once over your shoulder back at the boys. When your eyes met his, you raised your eyebrows at him, but he averted his eyes.

‘Well, that was rude,’ Remus said, looking past Sirius to James. ‘Why did you ignore them?’

‘Because we broke up! Do I have to explain it to everyone? They’re my ex, why should I be friends with them?’

-- - --

The quidditch stadium filled with students, as you waited in the changing room with the rest of your team. For some reason you felt more nervous for this game than you had ever been for any other game. It felt like more was at stake than just the quidditch cup this time.

You were hurt by James’ sudden cold demeanour towards you. Hadn’t you agreed to stay friends?

The time you had been with James had been amazing, but after a while you had realised that it was going nowhere. It felt like the relationship wasn’t moving forward anymore, you were stuck in the same place and that had started to grow uncomfortable on you. If you weren’t dating to go somewhere, you were dating for heartbreak and to spare the both of you pain you had called an end to it.

You had thought that it was a mutual decision, but James had been avoiding you all week and now you were doubting. Maybe he was more hurt than you thought he was or maybe he just didn’t care for you now you weren’t dating anymore.

That last one hurt but you feared that it was the true one. James wasn’t interested in just the platonic side of you. But you wouldn’t give up that easily. You still had Sirius, Remus and Peter as friends and surely James would come around after a while.

As the sounds of the students in the stands got louder, your teammates got a little more restless. Your team captain, Lucinda Talkalot, stood up and she paced up and down in the room, silently repeating her strategy.

‘Just… make sure we win, okay?’ Lucinda said and she stopped walking to look at everyone shortly. ‘We can’t lose from Gryffindor again.’

Next to you, the other Beater of your team, Michael Bennett, hummed in agreement, undoubtedly thinking back of the last time Gryffindor played against Slytherin and your team lost with a pathetic difference of two hundred points, because Michael was just a second too late with his Bludger. No one in the team blamed him for it, but he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

The Slytherin quidditch team existed of two girls and four boys besides you. Captain of your team was Talkalot, a sixth year. She was the team’s Keeper. The three Chasers were Javier Flores, Nerida Cooper and Rohan Alves. Nerida was in your year; Javier and Rohan were both fourth years. You and Michael were the Beaters of the team and Kevin Fox, only a second year, was Seeker.

While other houses laughed at Lucinda’s choice for Fox as the Seeker, she believed he was exactly what the team had needed after the last team captain had graduated and left the team lost. And she had been right, so far Slytherin had won from Hufflepuff after an astonishing short game in which Fox caught the Snitch within fifteen minutes.

The stadium full of students silenced slowly and at the sound of madam Hooch’s whistle, the quidditch team left the changing room. In a line you walked onto the green grass of the quidditch stadium and stood and turned towards the Gryffindor team.

You stood in front of the Gryffindor’s Beater, Cillian Martin, a short seventh year with ash blond hair, but you looked at James who stood opposite of Talkalot. Even from far away where you were standing you could feel the determination radiate from James and you realised that this would be a difficult game.

The Gryffindor team was just as your own team very skilled. You hated to admit it, but James had done a great job putting his team together. Idris Smith, the Keeper, had been in his position since his second year and it was almost impossible to get any balls past him. His sister, Abby Smith, was Chaser along with Crawford and James himself. The two Beaters, Martin and Trevino, were actually quite pleasant guys and always in for a friendly game if you asked them—you and Michael had had some fun times practising with them. Gryffindor’s Seeker was Hana Viotto, a sweet girl who wasn’t afraid to completely demolish you on the quidditch pit.

‘Shake hands,’ Hooch said and Lucinda gave James a short handshake and a nod while he stared coldly at her.

You looked away from the two team captains and nodded politely at Martin before you swung your leg over your broom. The stadium around you was completely silent for a moment and you wiggled your eyebrows at Nerida, who giggled softly. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game started.

Pushing your broom off the ground you lifted in the air, your bat loosely in your hand as you looked around at the field. Immediately you recognised James’ setup, with two Chasers at the Slytherin side of the field and his Seeker high in the sky, scanning the field from above.

‘And the game is on!’ the commentator screamed through the quidditch pit. ‘The Quaffle is in hands of Slytherin, they’re off to a great start! Cooper has it in hands, throws it at Alves. Alves catches—owh, that must hurt!’

You looked over your shoulder at Alves, who was gasping for air and reaching for his stomach, dropping the Quaffle that got caught by Gryffindor’s Chaser, Smith. Behind you, you heard a snigger from Trevino and when you looked angry at him, he shrugged.

‘Captain’s orders,’ he said as he flew past you.

‘Gryffindor still has the Quaffle, but Smith’s being chased by a Bludger! Dive, girl, dive!’

You quickly flew to the other side of the field, zigzagging through the other players and turned around with your bat ready for action. Just as you had predicted a Bludger was flying your way. Throwing all your weight behind your swing, you hit the Bludger and sent it towards Smith, who still was in the possession of the ball. The Bludger didn’t hit her, but did force her to move away, giving Cooper and Flores a chance to catch up with her.

‘Nice job!’ Lucinda yelled at you from her position at the goal posts. You shot her a thumbs-up and flew to the middle of the field, trying to send as many Bludgers as you could towards your opponents.

‘Gryffindor has lost the ball! Potter makes an attempt to get the Quaffle from Flores and, well surely that must be a foul. We look at the referee and… yes, one penalty for Slytherin!’

Nerida took the ball back from James, who was starting to looked more cross with the minute, and flew to the central circle, waiting for madam Hooch’s whistle. At the high-pitched sound, Nerida stormed forwards and threw the Quaffle in the left goal, unleashing loud cheering from the Slytherins in the stands.

‘And we’re back to the game. It is a constant battle for possession. Bludgers are flying around, knocking people off their brooms. Smith saves! Crawford has the Quaffle, he gets hit by Y/L/N’s Bludger, Flores has the ball, Alves, Cooper, back to Alves, Flores again! That’s some nice team play from the Slytherins! Must be Talkalot’s new strategy. Quaffle is in the Gryffindor scoring area, Flores shoots and… he scores! It’s now twenty to zero for Slytherin, but we’ve only just started…’

The longer the game lasted, the more intense everyone got. Gryffindor made another two fouls, but so did your team. Twenty minutes and three penalties later, the score was 60 to 50 for the Slytherins, but where you were getting more tired, it seemed like the Gryffindors were gaining energy.

After half an hour of violently flying back and forth the quidditch pit, Lucinda called for a time-out. Hooch accepted and her whistle stopped the match for a minute.

‘They’re good,’ Rohan panted as you were huddled together at the goal posts.

‘They are indeed,’ Lucinda said and she shot a suspicious look towards the other team.

‘Potter must have given them a motivational speech or something,’ Nerida mumbled as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. You looked at James and the angry expression on his face. Something told you that he ignoring you this morning had something to do with the way he was scanning the quidditch field right now.

‘Kevin, it is crucial that you find the Snitch,’ Lucinda said. ‘I don’t know how much longer we can hold it.’

‘I’m trying,’ Kevin sighed and his eyes glanced quickly over the pit.

Madam Hooch whistled again and the game started again. The short time-out had given you some time to catch your breath and you were filled with energy and determination as you flew back to your position in the middle of the field, ready to hit whatever was coming your way.

The next fifteen minutes were filled with bat sweeping and Quaffle and Bludgers flying closely past your head. Twice you had to dive away to not get hit and once you were nearly knocked over by Crawford, as they tried to escape the Quaffle coming their way.

‘It’s currently 90 to 80 for Gryffindor and we’re forty-five minutes into the match! Smith has the ball, she’s making her way to Talkalot, throws, but oh! Talkalot blocks it with her foot. Pure luck or good skill? The Quaffle is back in the centre in hands of Alves. Bennett sends a Bludger to keep Potter away but he misses and almost knocks his own teammate off their broom! Alves is getting closer to the goal posts, will this be 90 to 90? He shoots and… Smith can’t hold it! It’s tied again! Surely the Seekers must have caught a glimpse of the Snitch by now.’

Yet it took another ten minutes before one of the Seekers finally made a move and by that time it was 130 to 120 for Slytherin. Viotto suddenly dove to the ground and Kevin quickly went after her. The game stocked for a minute as everyone held their breath. Viotto and Fox were battling for a head position in the race after the Snitch.

You held your broom still in the sky and squeezed your eyes to look at Kevin’s little figure. Whispering encouraging words, you focused on the two Seekers, forgetting that there was another game going on around you. The Quaffle lay in Flores’ hands motionless, but the Bludgers were still flying around.

‘Y/N! Watch out!’ Michael screamed at you.

A Bludger was coming at you with incredible speed and your only chance to escape it was to throw your broom to the side, nearly colliding with James, who happened to be right in that spot. You sighed relieved at escaping the Bludger and possibly a night at the infirmary, but your relieve soon disappeared.

‘Gryffindor catches the Snitch! Gryffindor has won! With 270 points to a mere 130 from the Slytherins, the Gryffindor team has won!’

The Gryffindors on the stands erupted in loud cheering, while the Slytherins groaned collectively. You understood their disappointment; not only had Slytherin lost from Gryffindor again, they had lost with a difference of 140 points and that wouldn’t do well on the leader board.

You turned to James, who now had a big smile on his face, and wanted to congratulate him, but when he looked at you, he quickly flew away. With an open mouth you watched after him and felt the pain combined with the sadness of losing spreading through your body.

Defeated in all ways, you followed your team to the changing rooms and prepared for a night of silence in the Slytherin common room.

-- - --

Loud laughter echoed off the walls of the lavatories on the ground floor as James and Peter watched Sirius trying to climb out of the stall they had locked him in. It was almost after curfew, but Sirius had insisted they’d go past the bathroom on their way to the common room. Now wasn’t it really a problem to wander the halls after curfew, but to not do something to Sirius felt like a missed opportunity to James.

‘Just let me out, you idiots,’ Sirius whined.

‘I don’t know, should we, Wormtail?’

Peter, however, was too busy laughing to answer James. Sirius tried again to climb over the door of the stall, but his feet slipped and with a sigh he landed back on the floor.

James, out of fear that Peter would wet himself if he laughed any more, unlocked the door with a flick of his wand. ‘Alright, alright, come out then.’

Sirius’ face stood thunder as he walked out of the stall and he stared at James angrily through the mirror as he washed his hands. James stared back at him with a smirk on his face and slung his arm around his friend’s shoulder as they walked out of the restrooms. Peter followed after them, wiping the tears from his cheeks with the sleeves of his jumper.

The castle was quite silent at this time at night with most students up in the common rooms and the teachers not yet checking the halls after curfew. The windows were fogged from the cold outside and James stopped to write his name on the glass.

The three boys were turned to the window, watching James write his name and other things that definitely should not be on a harmless pane of glass. Upon hearing footsteps in the same corridor, they turned around as one.

You were walking down the corridor with your broomstick in your hand, head to toe wet and muddy. You snickered softly at the scared expressions on the three boys’ faces and nodded towards the window. ‘Do I want to know?’

Sirius grinned and shook his head, slowly reaching behind James to wipe out the texts on the window. Peter had a giddy smile on his face and he nudged James, but this one was focused on you.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, ignoring his friends.

You raised an eyebrow and looked down at your clothes. ‘Really, the broom and dirty clothes don’t say enough?’

James scowled and he felt a hint of anger coming up in his body at your sarcasm. Sirius noticed his change and nudged James lightly. ‘James—’

‘I mean what are you doing here, in this corridor? Isn’t your common room on the other side of the school?’

You shifted your weight onto your broom and nodded. ‘It is,’ you said drily. ‘And why I am here is none of your business. Especially with that attitude.’

Peter chuckled and James shot him an annoyed look, making him shut right up. James was growing more irked with the minute. He just couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t take the hint and leave him alone. He thought he made it very clear that he didn’t want to see you anymore.

Yet here you were again, seeking him out. Just like you did yesterday before Potions class and last weekend after the Quidditch match. James was getting tired of having to ignore you, but he knew that that was for the best. You were his ex after all.

‘Fine, I don’t care,’ James said and he turned around to leave you alone. Peter and Sirius ran after him, but not before mumbling something to you James couldn’t hear.

Sirius walked up next to James. ‘You were rude again, mate.’

‘I don’t get why they won’t leave me alone,’ James huffed and he quickened his pace so he walked ahead of his two friends.

Sirius rolled his eyes at Peter, who shrugged back, before they both followed James to the common room.

-- - --

‘Sorry I’m late.’

Remus looked up from his book and waved your excuse away lazily as he made some space for you at the table. He pushed aside his book and stacked the pieces of parchment away.

You took your edition of A History of Magic out and dropped the heavy book on the table. Scanning Remus’ book for the right page you started to browse through your own book for the same page. At the chapter on the Salem Witch Trails you stopped. It was a subject you had had in class before but, with the grade of your essay on the subject in mind, you knew that it wouldn’t hurt to revise.

‘Okay, hit me,’ you said and smiled at Remus. He cocked his eyebrow incredulous but started anyway.

‘Right, what year?’

‘1962.’

‘Where?’

‘Massachusetts.’

‘What about the judges?’

‘Mostly Puritans, but there were at least two Scourers, who were there just for personal gain.’

‘How many victims?’

‘Twenty.’

‘Do you still have feelings for James?’

‘Do I—Remus!’

You looked up from your book in shock and stared at the boy next to you, who was looking smug with the execution of his plan. He had a smirk on his face and you wished you could slap the satisfied look off his face.

‘Is that why I’m here? Just so you could interrogate me?’ you asked, leaning back in your chair and staring at Remus. ‘Remus Lupin, you little shit!’

Remus let out a laugh and shook his head, though he made sure he was out of your reach. ‘No, I really did want to study with you! But when the guys found out they wanted me to ask.’

‘You’re weak, Remus,’ you tutted and pushed him against his shoulder.

‘I know, I know,’ he said, holding his hands up in surrender. ‘But if I’m honest, I was curious myself too.’

You sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. The answer to Remus’ question was simple. No. You didn’t still have feelings for James. However, what more intrigued you was the implication behind the question. Did they think you were still in love with James? Because if so, you definitely had to set something straight.

‘Well, you can tell your friends that no, I don’t have feelings for James anymore,’ you sighed, hoping that Remus would believe you. ‘Now are you done with your cross-examination? Because I’d like to finish before dinner.’

‘Sure, sure,’ Remus chuckled, bowing over his book again. ‘Wizards’ Council, ask me.’

Quickly you searched in your history book for the chapter about the Wizards’ Council. The title sprung out on page 89 and you scanned the text shortly to come up with some questions for Remus.

‘Ready? What was the Council’s main focus?’

‘Governing the Britain wizarding society.’

‘That’s right. Name some Chiefs.’

‘Bragge and Muldoon.’

‘What can you tell me about Elfrida Clagg?’

‘She was presumably the Chieftainess in the seventeenth century. Known for trying to import the Beings versus Beasts classifications, what led to an uprising from Trolls, Jarveys and Centaurs.’

‘Right. Okay, last one—why is James avoiding me?’

Remus opened his mouth and then closed it again. He sighed and closed his eyes, before turning to you. He was searching for words and you gave him time, wanting to know the answer to the question that had been bothering you for a while now.

It was more than obvious to you that James was avoiding you. Whenever you were around he made sure to be the first one to leave, he never really answered any of your questions and most of the time he just ignored your presence. Clearly, “staying friends” had a different meaning to him than it had to you.

Not only were you losing James’ friendship, along with that you also lost the connections with Peter, Sirius and Remus. You had gone from seeing them every day to only once a week if you were lucky. You didn’t blame them, because you knew they were better friends with James than with you. Yet you knew it would not hurt him if you saw your friends a little more.

‘He’s not—’ Remus started, but you cut him off.

‘Don’t do that, Remus. I know he is avoiding me. I am not asking you to change it; I just want to know why.’

Remus rubbed his face and pinched the bridge of his nose before he answered. ‘He is convinced that it is impossible to be friends with one’s ex.’

‘But that’s what we had agreed!’ you sputtered. ‘We didn’t work as a couple, so we decided on being friends!’

‘Well, to James that is something everyone says but never lives up to.’

‘That’s bullshit,’ you said and threw your head back, letting a cold laugh pass your lips. ‘So what? Is he just going to ignore me for the rest of his life?’

‘I don’t know,’ Remus mumbled. ‘We’ve really tried to change his mind, really. But nothing we say convinces him. He won’t listen to us.’

You shook your head and stared at your book. So this was the end of you and James? Just like that? Did you really mean that little to him? Now that you were just his friend, you were suddenly not important anymore?

You felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over your head. Your inside now twisted at the thought of James and the memories you had made with him. Some part of you felt used at your sudden unimportance to James and you wished you were curled up in bed under layers of blankets.

However, you would stay strong. If James didn’t want to be your friend you would leave him alone. But you would not allow him ripping your friends away too. You wouldn’t stop seeing Remus, Sirius and Peter just because James didn’t want to be friends.

-- - --

Dark clouds had gathered in the sky, far away rumbling with thunder. A strong breeze forced most students to stay inside for the night, but you had braved the cold and were standing at the edge of the quidditch field with your broom in your hand. The wind blew sharply against your cheeks, but you had dressed warm enough.

High up in the sky the wind howled around your ears, drowning out your thoughts. You had released one of the training-Bludgers that was soaring through the air, coming right for you. With one deep breath and full power you hit the Bludger, the flat sound of your bat against the ball echoing on the empty stands.

It was nice to not think and just train for a moment. Right now there was no one whining at your head for your answers on the Charms homework, no one asking you to play a game with you and no one inquiring after what had happened between you and James.

You hadn’t seen James in two weeks, just like he had wanted. It was weird to suddenly not be around him anymore. For so long you had shared all your free time with him and now instead you were alone in those moments. Not his laughter, not his jokes.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him. It was always fun to be around James, he had a special way to make everything positive. After all this time you still didn’t know how he did it, but he had always cheered you up when you were feeling down. Sometimes just his presence had been enough.

A tear escaped from your eye, but whether it was from the wind or your thoughts you didn’t know. You wiped it away swiftly and braced yourself to hit the Bludger again. It was flying in big circles around you, coming closer with every round it made.

Movement down on the ground caught your attention and you tore your eyes from the Bludger. Someone was standing down on the field, a broom in their hand and a mop of black hair sticking out to all sides. It was James.

For someone who had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want to see you, he sure had some nerve coming to you. You felt your blood boil upon seeing him and more violent than you had first thought you slammed the Bludger away. It flew back into the stands, where it broke one of the benches.

James was still standing on the ground, not making any move to get up in the sky. As you got back the ball you looked at him from the corner of your eye. So far from above, he looked smaller than he had ever seen. He looked… lost.

Grudgingly you flew down to the ground and jumped off your broom in front of James. Now you were closer to him, he was his big self again, but he still looked a little lost.

‘There was no practice today, right?’ you asked, suddenly wondering if he was here because he wanted to train with the Gryffindor team.

‘No,’ James said and he almost attempted to say more, but shut his mouth.

‘So you’re just here to practise alone?’

‘Uhh, yeah, I guess.’

‘And it wouldn’t bother you if I’m here too?’ you asked, your tone somewhat sharper than intended.

James shook his head and headed off to the chest with balls and other gear. You mounted your broom and let the struggling Bludger free. It flew away quickly before already starting to make its way back to you.

For minutes it was silent as both you and James practised alone. You were outing all your frustration on the Bludger and it seemed that it was holding a grudge against you for the hard hits you gave it because it kept coming back harder and harder. James was stationed at the goalposts, working on some of his new tactics. You could feel his occasional glance in your way, but you ignored them.

After some time, you descended to the ground to drink some and watched as James was struggling with the Quaffle and his wand. He obviously wanted to charm them to fly towards him as he guarded the goals. You laughed to yourself as the ball once again fell to the ground lifeless, but after a few minutes you got on your broom again and flew towards James.

‘Not that it isn’t fun to watch, but would you like some help?’ you asked carefully.

James looked from the Quaffle in his hand to the goalposts and then to you. You could hear the cogs working in his brain as he thought of what to do, but eventually he gave you a single nod and threw the Quaffle at you.

Although your position in the quidditch team was Beater, you wouldn’t say that you were bad at the other positions. Maybe it was just the feel of the ball that you had and not an actual position that you were best in, though you had trained many years to become the Beater you were today.

You started to torment James with difficult throws, making him work up a sweat. At first your aims were just to make it hard for him, but gradually you actually enjoyed playing with James. And, much to your surprise, the feeling was mutual. After half an hour there was a smile on James’ face and you recognised so much of the boy you had fallen for.

After yet another difficult ball that James only barely held, instead of throwing the Quaffle back at you he flew towards you. His smile faltered a little now he was closer to you, but that didn’t stop him from asking you if you wanted to change positions.

‘Alright, but I must tell you, I’ve gotten much better,’ you warned him with a grin and flew to the goals.

‘I doubt that,’ James shouted and he threw the ball from one hand to another. ‘You suck as Keeper!’

‘Ah! I’ll make you regret saying that, Mr. Potter!’

For a while everything was how it had used to be. There was no hurt between you and James anymore. It was just two friends playing a game together, both growing more and more competitive with every throw.

Half an hour you went on playing until it had gotten too dark to throw without chance of harm. You and James stuck away the Quaffle in silence—the easiness that had been there during the game had completely vanished. Awkwardness was creeping up your skin and you longed for something to break the silence.

As James locked the Bludger in the chest, it gave one last shudder and James let out a high-pitched yell. He fell to his feet and you burst out in laughter, clasping your hand over your mouth. From his place on the floor, James scowled dramatically at you and he attempted to hit your shin.

‘Don’t laugh!’ he cried out. ‘You scared too!’

‘Yeah, but I didn’t fall to the floor,’ you chuckled, offering James your hand. He took it and pulled himself up. Cleaning his pants, he sighed and then closed the chest with quidditch balls. Another silence filled the space between you and James. However, this time you knew exactly what to say; you just weren’t sure if you wanted to say it.

A light flash lit up the dark skies for a fraction of a second and three seconds later loud thunder roared over the silent school grounds. James and you were pulled from the tension as the first raindrops started to fall. Little drops fell on the top of your head and on your shoulders, soaking through your jumper. It was now or never.

‘Why can’t we have this?’ you asked hoarsely.

‘Rain? I think it rains more than enough,’ James joked, avoiding your eyes.

‘James, you know what I mean,’ you said, stepping a little closer. ‘Why can’t we just be friends? Why can’t we have fun, no strings attached?’

When he looked up to you, you could read the pain in his eyes. Even when you were dating, James had almost never been vulnerable. He always hid behind a smile and a joke and it was rare to see him like this.

‘Because you hurt me,’ James muttered. ‘One day you decide to end it. Just like that. You stepped away from me without any warning. I loved you and suddenly you were just gone.’

‘Do you still?’ you breathed.

James cleared his throat and shook his head. ‘No, I don’t. Not like I used to anymore.’

‘Isn’t it better then?’ you asked. ‘Can’t we try being friends? I miss you James. I miss being friends with you.’

‘I miss you too,’ James said and sniffed.

You cocked an eyebrow and smiled carefully. ‘Did I make the mighty James Potter cry? Did I break the unbreakable one?’

‘All I heard was that you think I’m mighty,’ James said.

You laughed and pushed him away. James bellowed a laugh and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. The rain was still pouring down and you were soaked from head to toe, but you didn’t care because you got your friend back.

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pocminiseries · 5 years ago

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3 A.M.

TASTE.

"LVNDVN-Moon Lit District."

•••••

"What?!" Kiana snapped suddenly. For the last several minutes she could feel Jasmine's eyes practically staring a hole into the side of her head.

"Who did this?" She asked, invading Kiana's personal space by leaning in to get a closer look at her neck. Jasmine poked at the reddened area while spotting the other hickeys that marked up her skin.

"Stop it."

Kiana slapped her hands away and tried to focus back on continuing to highlight her notes for a test coming up. The girls sat inside the cafeteria waiting for their friends to show up, which Kiana didn't know it was a good thing or not, especially now. The last thing she wanted was to be questioned by everyone else.

She knew she should've used makeup to cover up her neck this morning.

Jasmine sat back, eyeing her suspiciously. "What's his name?" She questioned further, wanting Kiana to come clean already. "You haven't told me about meeting anyone new nor have I seen you with anyone, so spill the tea bitch."

Kiana rolled her eyes, finally closing her folder. "Why does it matter?"

"Because I haven't seen you in what? Three, four days? And when I do, you allowed someone to mark you up like you're their territory." She answered, pointing at her neck once more. "Plus you have never let someone do that before."

Kiana tried to move her hoodie over her neck a little more, the familiar feeling of shame washing over her face. She still couldn't believe she allowed them to do this to her. First Taehyung in the hot tub, then Ji-soo in the library and finally a few nights ago in the parking lot a restaurant. This was not like her at all.

"It was nobody," Kiana told her, crossing her arms over chest, wishing Jasmine would just drop the topic altogether. "It was just a one-time thing anyway." She partially lied.

Jasmine made a face, not believing her in the slightest. "I highly doubt that."

Kiana simply waved her off. "You don't even have the right to question me when I'm still mad at you for ditching me at the party."

"Look, I'm sorry alright? I just lost the track of time." Kiana eyed her suspiciously before snorting at her response. "What? I did."

"You lost the track of time because you were too busy letting Rich di-"

"Hey, guys!" Jasmine said although a little too loudly but purposely, to interrupt what Kiana was going to say.

"We've only been back in school for three weeks and two of my professors want papers due by next Thursday. Some of these teachers act like we don't have more than one class or a life to live!" Naomi fussed dramatically, taking a seat from across Kiana, with Rich and Namjoon following right behind her.

"Relax babe, I already told you that I'd help," Namjoon reassured her, pulling her onto his lap. "We'll even start on it tonight."

"Aw, thank you, baby." Naomi cooed, placing a soft kiss on his lips before they started up an intense make-out session in the middle of the cafeteria.

"I swear they do this all the time," Jasmine grunted, making a face along with everyone else.

Laughing to herself, Kiana put away her books, knowing that she wouldn't be getting any type of studying done while her friends were here. "Where's everyone else?" She asked out loud to no one in particular.

"I think Jimin and Jungkook are busy at the dance studio. Hope had to go to work right after class and you know Suga is back at the dorms working on music. Of course, Jin is somewhere following behind Brielle lame ass around campus." Rich answered, putting his attention right back on Jasmine.

Kiana watched both couples talk amongst themselves, easily making her feel like the third wheel though she knew it wasn't intentionally. Just as she leaned over to look inside of her backpack to grabbed her headphones, a loud gasp suddenly silenced the convo amongst the table. Pausing her movements, Kiana wished she had chosen to wear her hair down and not up today.

"Who did it?" Naomi questioned, pointing an accusing finger towards Kiana, making everyone focus their attention on her.

Cussing under her breath, Kiana slowly sat up facing everyone. "Nobody." She mumbled, already thinking of an excuse to use so she could leave. There was no way she was about to tell all of them what really happened. Besides, was it really any of their business to know anyway?

"Lies, I know what hickeys look like Kiana," Naomi stated. "So who is he...or she, you know we don't discriminate."

Kiana groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Please stop asking questions, Naomi. Whoever did it won't be doing it again." Or at least that's what she keeps telling herself.

At hearing that, Jasmine snorted. "So you say."

Peeking through her fingers, she saw Rich and Namjoon smirking, clearly finding their "innocent" friend discomfort funny. "Leave her alone Naomi. Kiana is a grown ass woman. She can fuck whoever she wants." Rich spoke up, failing at coming to her defense.

"I didn't even do that!" Kiana could feel her whole face get warm at that moment.

Jasmine’s obnoxious giggles filled her ears as she glared at her best friend. "What? I mean he's right you know. You shouldn't be ashamed of being pleasured Kiki."

Opening her mouth to protest, Kiana was suddenly cut off by a voice that made her freeze in place. "My words exactly." All eyes snapped towards the man who stood behind Kiana, eyeing her closely.

Kiana looked at her friends, immediately taking notice of the hardened look that engulfed Namjoon's usual dimpled smiling face.

"Kiana." The way her name sounded coming from him just stirred something within her soul.

"Taehyung." She answered back, finally turning in her seat to look up at the tall man, almost choking on her own spit when she took in his full appearance. His once black hair was now dyed silver, hung low, almost covering his eyes catching her completely off guard.

"Are you busy?" He asked, not paying her friends any attention.

"Yes, she is," Namjoon answered for her quickly. "So you can leave." His threatening tone didn't go unnoticed. Kiana looked back at him questioningly, trying to figure out what was going on.

Taehyung smirked glancing at the clearly pissed off Namjoon. "Does he speak for you, Kiana?"

Everyone looked between the two confused as to what is going on. While Namjoon was ready to come up out of his seat, Taehyung was looking so unbothered by the whole situation.

Kiana started to feel like she was being put on the spot as Namjoon and Tae looked at her, waiting for her answer.

"What do you need Taehyung?" She could feel the eyes of onlookers, not liking the shift in the air.

"You." He answered smoothly and rather bluntly. "Please."

Biting her lower lip, she sighed and grabbed her things. "You can't be serious about leaving with him Kiana?"

Tossing her backpack over her shoulder, she gave Namjoon a small smile. "I'll be fine Joon, I promise." She told him, placing her hand in Taehyung's waiting one.

Sparing her friends one last glance, she allowed Taehyung to lead the way out of the cafeteria. She trusted her gut, and for whatever reason, she trusted him also. Deep down, she couldn't deny the feeling of knowing him.

But from where was the question.

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Opening his front door, Taehyung moved to the side, allowing Kiana to step into his home first. Her eyes looked over the clearly pricey bachelor pad with the perfect views. It looked super clean and almost unlived in if it wasn't for the messed up blanket on the white U-shaped couch.

"Why'd you bring me here?" She asked, watching the sleet fall from the light gray skies.

"Why'd you let me?" He retorted back, causing her to smirk a little at his words. Placing his keys on the counter, he moved towards his fridge taking a quick look inside. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Do you have any juice by any chance?" Kiana was never the type to turn down free food or beverages. Plus her throat had her feeling a little parched.

"Is orange juice fine?"

"Yes."

She could hear him rummaging through his kitchen but not his almost silent footsteps when he stood behind her. Tapping her shoulder, she almost jumped out of her skin. "Nervous?" He observed, handing her the glass that held her juice. His dark eyes scanned her make-up free face, wishing he could run his fingers across her cheek.

To wrap his hands around her neck.

He wanted to touch and taste every inch of her...and in due time, he'll do just that.

"Not really." She whispered, taking a sip from the glass, refusing to look at him. Taehyung had a way of making her feel...strange. She was far from scared of him but there was something off about him. The way he looked at her made her both nervous and needy at the same time.

His face barely showed any type of emotion and for some reason, she liked that shit.

"Have you thought about it?" He questioned her, reaching his hand out to tug on the loose piece of hair that hung in front of her face.

"About what?" She didn't recall him asking her anything to consider.

Taehyung licked his lips, looking away from her for a second. "Us."

Kiana gulped down her juice, handing him the now empty glass. "Oh, that." She actually lied. The last few days all three men have been on her mind as she tried to wrap her mind around why all of this was happening. And if she was being honest, she had no clue as to why any of them would want her like that.

Placing the glass on the table next to them, Taehyung took her hand in his and led her to the couch. "I just want to know one thing...." Her eyebrow raised him curiously. "Did you like it?"

She loved it. "I...can I use your restroom?"

Smirking at her, he pulled her closer, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Down the hall, second door on your left."

Taehyung watched her body visibly shiver as she moved away from him and walked down the hall, following his directions. Not even a second after she closed the door, a shirtless Joo-hyuk stepped out of his room, deciding to make his presence known.

"I would say that I'm surprised she allowed you to bring her here but she seems to trust you." He commented, placing his hands inside of his sweatpants pocket. "I still don't think she's ready for all of us though."

Taehyung nodded his head in agreement. "I know but we have to speed this up. The faster she trust us, the better we can protect her." Their plan was to take things slow, to gain their trust but Taehyung didn't take it lightly knowing someone would hurt Kiana just to get to him.

It was almost as if the enemy was asking to die.

"Then you plan on telling her who you are sometime soon?"

"No. I'll let her figure that out in her own. She isn't ready to hear what happened back then." If he were to reveal his true identity, she would only distance herself and that's the last thing he needed.

"If not that, we should tell her what we do. She deserves to know that much."

"Know what?" Kiana asked once she entered the living room, catching Joo-hyuk's last sentence.

Both men faced her as she struggled to keep her eyes off her Joo-hyuk's well-defined abs and on their faces. She watched them share a look before they focused on her once more, making her suspicious as to what they were talking about while she hid in the bathroom. The cool water she splashed on her face did little to calm her down.

"Come here," Taehyung beckoned her, noticing how she purposely kept herself at a distance from them.

Kiana hesitated for a second, almost fixing her mouth to say no but moved forward at his demand. Still, she only took baby steps only to stop at an arm's length from them. The fact she could already feel how wet she was, spoke volumes to her and they haven't even touched her....yet.

Joo-hyuk’s long arm reached out as his hand gripped her shoulder while he walked and stood behind her. She felt his hard chest against her back, leaving no space between the two. This was the waffle house parking lot all over again she thought to herself.

"Take this off." Joo-hyuk tugged at the end of her hoodie, indicating what he meant. "Please." He added softly, sliding his hand underneath to touch her stomach.

Slowly, Kiana removed the oversized Nike hoodie and tossed it on the couch, leaving her in just her simple white tank top, black leggings and sock covered feet. She had removed her boots near the front door when they first arrived.

Taking it upon himself, Joo-hyuk wrapped his arms around her waist as he placed kisses down the side of her face and onto her neck. Kiana bit into her bottom lip, feeling him slid his hand inside of her leggings and run his finger over her soaked folds. As soon as a low moan fell from her lips, Taehyung pulled her away from him possibly which only made Joo-hyuk smile mischievously.

He eyed his friend, watching him lick his finger clean and smirk at her taste. "What do you think of people who kill, Kiana?" Joo-hyuk questioned her, watching Taehyung skim his fingers up her arm.

"Depends." She answered truthfully. "If they do it because of self-defense then it's understandable but if not, and they do it just because, then I question their mindset."

Taehyung smiled at this. "So you'd think that they were crazy?"

"Bit of a psychopath personally." She's watched enough of the ID channel and documentaries to pick up a few things. Still, she was far from an expert. She wouldn't know a psychopath if one was standing in front of her.

Joo-hyuk shot Taehyung a look...if only she knew.

"Our families are....different Kiana. We do things for them, things that aren't exactly "ideal"." Joo-hyuk revealed, moving closer to them, trapping her between the two of them. "There's blood on our hands,"

"But we enjoy it because it's who we are." Taehyung finished, summing up what they meant, enjoying the way Kiana tensed up from their confession.

Her mind was screaming at to get her shit and leave. She knew there was something strange about them and to now know what it was, she should be afraid. Any other person with common sense wouldn't have even left her friends to allow someone they barely take them somewhere. Or touch them in the way that she let them.

Yet here she was, seemingly unfazed by their words.

"Ji-soo too?" While she didn't really know Joo-hyuk or Taehyung, she did know Ji-soo. She couldn't even imagine him doing what they claimed to have done.

"He's darker than you think beautiful."

Kiana blinked her eyes, processing everything that they said. "So will you let us in after hearing all of this?" Joo-hyuk asked, moving his hands underneath her tank top to grip at her sides.

"How do I know that you won't hurt me?" She mumbled, resting her head against Taehyung's chest as he kissed on her neck.

"We will...but in a good way of course," Joo-hyuk answered truthfully, already knowing that they all liked certain things. Taehyung had a kink when it came to choking, Joo-hyuk loved biting but he enjoyed ass slapping more and judging by the size of Kiana's backside, he'd be doing plenty of it. Ji-soo however, had submissive tendencies, he preferred being told what to do and dominated over.

"But never intentionally, that I promise you. We're only here to please and protect you at any cost necessary." He added. "But before you answer, let us show you what we mean." Taehyung's unusually deep ass voice made her body hum as a response.

She wasn't mentally prepared for this!

Without any type of warning, Joo-hyuk lifted up her shirt to reveal her braless chest much to his surprise. He lifted his eyebrow at her before attaching mouth to her left breast, sucking on the already hardened nipple. Kiana gasped, her hands going straight for his hair, holding him close to her chest. She moaned out as he played with the other making her grind up against Taehyung, who she almost forgot about from being distracted by Joo-hyuk skillful tongue.

But unknowing to her, Taehyung had slipped his hand inside of her panties and slowly ran a lone finger down her slit before he toyed with her clit. Kiana hissed out a cuss word as Taehyung rubbed her sensitive nub in a slow circular motion. Wave after wave of pleasure took over her making it hard for her to even stand.

Joo-hyuk moaned from her grabbing a fist full of his hair because of the sudden pressure Taehyung applied to her clit. His fingers moved faster, making her grip ahold of his arm as her body shook. And once he decided to slide two fingers into her, she knew it was only a matter of time.

The sound of her wetness could be heard over her soft moans and heavy breathing. "You're going to cum for us jagiya?" Taehyung's husky voice taunted in her ear in his native tongue. Kiana whined as her thighs began to tremble from the tone of his voice, though she didn't know what the hell he said, she took a good guess.

Humming at the way her body reacted, Taehyung speed up his movements just as Joo-hyuk bite her nipple causing Kiana's orgasm to rip through her so fiercely. Her loud moans filled their ears while they enjoyed the way her body jerk until she came down from the high that they had given her.

"Shit." She croaked out, feeling Taehyung remove his fingers. Joo-hyuk eyed him as he licked his fingers clean, silently asking him if they could take it a step further. With one simple nod, Joo-hyuk picked up Kiana and power walked to his bedroom where she'd be more comfortable with what was about to happen.

Placing her on the bed, Kiana looked at both men confused. "Relax," Taehyung told her, leaning on top of her to place a kiss on her lips. Moving away, he held eye contact with her as he pulled down her leggings, along with her panties, tossing them behind him.

Kiana closed her legs, knowing her pussy was flowing like the Amazon river. "No, let us see how wet you are love." Joo-hyuk grinned, getting onto his knees. He quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. Pushing her thighs apart, he was faced with her very wet "Gina", loving the scent that came from her.

Kiana covered her face with her hands, embarrassed at how close he was. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're gonna want to hold on to the sheets for this." He warned her before giving her second set of lips a long lick. Kiana's hands went straight for the sheets, grabbing them tightly.

He teased her, licking up what was left of her orgasm from her thighs and outer labia. Kiana moaned, rolling her hips, wishing he'd give her what she wanted.

Finally focusing on her slit, he took long and slow licks barely grazing her clit. Pushing her thighs further apart, his mouth opened wide, latching onto her pussy as he pushed his tongue past her folds. He began to feist on her, flicking his tongue in ways that had Kiana's back lifting off the bed.

Joo-hyuk groaned from her unique taste, lapping up as much of her flowing juices as he could. All while Taehyung sat in a chair watching one his closest friends take his girl to new heights.

Kiana ran her fingers through Joo-hyuk's hair, pushing him closer to her core. Her moans sounded so fuckin perfect to them. Knowing that he had to make this quick because of possessive Taehyung could be, he moved to her clit, sucking the soft tissue before flickering his silk like tongue quickly making her body shudder.

" Oh...myyyy..." Kiana sobbed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. All it took was one long lick to have her withering against his sinful mouth and Joo-hyuk happily licked every drop of her cum, drawing out her orgasm even longer.

Kiana laid on the bed breathing loudly, her vision blurry and mind in a fog. She wiped the sweat from her forehead as Joo-hyuk moved away and softly kissed her. "You're not done yet." He whispered, smirking at her widening eyes.

Joo-hyuk moved away from her, and towards his bathroom, giving them some privacy and him a much needed cold shower.

Propping herself on her forearms, she watched through hooded eyes as Taehyung took Joo-hyuk's place in between her thighs. "Please Tae." She begged. Her body was still trembling after what Joo had done to her and she knew Taehyung was going to have her climbing up the walls. "Don't do it."

She didn't even know if she could handle it.

The evil smirk he gave her made her shut up quick. "You really don't want me to taste you, Kiana?" He teased, eyeing her thick thighs. She shook her head no but of course he ignored it, instead, he blew at her heated core causing her to bite her lip. Seeing that she was trying to move away, Taehyung wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer, locking her in place.

Wasting no time, Taehyung began ravaging on her pussy ruthlessly, using the tip of his tongue to play with her clit. Kiana squealed, moving her hips, trying to match his movements. His eyes never left her face, taking in the sex faces that she was making.

"Fuck Tae!" She growled out from the feeling of him sucking on her lips and him flattening his tongue against her clit repeatedly. He licked every inch of her, even dipping his tongue inside of her which caused her toes to curl at the new feeling he was blessing her with.

The sounds of him tasting her and him watching her seemed to make her wetter, which Taehyung hungrily sucked up. She was so damn addictive to him.

Rotating the very sensitive nub with his mouth, sucking on it harshly making Kiana cry out in pure ecstasy. Moving one of his arms from around her waist, he decided to put his long fingers to use and push two inside of her, watching her body jump from suddenly being penetrated.

His fingers worked at a slow pace, removing his mouth to watch his digits disappear and reappear again. The sweet courses of "oohs" fell from her lips when he found her g spot and moved his fingers in a "come here" motion making Kiana have an out-of-body experience. The familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach began to flutter.

She laid back on the bed with her eyes closed, opening her legs wider, slowly falling in love with his movements. It was too much. "I-i can't...." She whined, her head tossing and turning from how he was making her feel right now.

Taehyung understood exactly what she was saying. Complying with her needs, he attached his mouth to her clit, giving it all of his attention, licking and nibbling as his fingers speed up. He watched her back lift away from the mattress, his name fell from her lips in a chant as her orgasm hit hard, pushing his fingers out her.

Still, he didn't let up until she was pushing him away. "God, Tae! Stop!" She gasped, scooting up the bed and away from him.

Standing up, Taehyung licked his lips. "You're a runner....I'll have to change that." He could tell how unready she was for the real thing. If she could barely handle his tongue, then he could only imagine what'll happen once he dicks her down.

Kiana simply shook her head, laying back against the pillows. She was half expecting the usual wave of embarrassment to wash over her but it never came. A part of her knew how this would look to the outside world but she didn't care at the moment. No one had to know what they did behind closed doors.

"So will you let us be what you need?" Joo-hyuk asked once he stepped out of the steaming bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Just so we’re clear, Ji-soo and Joo can only do special things if I allow it because ultimately, you are mine," Taehyung warned her. His friends were well aware that their first priority when it came to Kiana was to keep her safe.

Something in her brain sparked as he spoke those familiar words. She felt as though she heard it from somewhere else but couldn't figure out where. Regardless, she eyed both men, already making up her mind the moment she got into Taehyung's car.

"Yes."

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I guess It all started early January when you admitted that you liked me more than a friend No, actually it all started on my birthday in October when you asked to be friends with benefits Or was it when I texted you 2 weeks after you ghosted on me Okay okay It all really started late August the night before I met you You see my roomate was very good at making friends and getting numbers, even ones she wouldn't use "Confidence is Key" is what she told me "You can say whatever you want but if you're not confident it won't really work" So the next day when your friend asked what I was eating for lunch And before you left I said I liked your shirt and then I confidently stuttered and stumbled out some sentence that led to us exchanging numbers Later that night after we found out your laptop was dead and didn't have a DVD player We were making out and talking in the back of your car realizing we didn't need to watch a movie because we were the stars to our own The next day you left the soccer game that everyone was at And somehow that led to us making out on my bed I figured that when I wouldn't go further than that Neither would our relationship But before you left you kissed me and said that you'd see me later "Confidence is key" I told myself 2 weeks later when I texted you I hadn't heard from you since but I figured that there had to be a reason Because it wasn't just 2 makeout sessions we had You learned things about me like my love for Selena Gomez And I learned that although your roommate was a "nerd" for being able to solve a Rubik's cube You were cute for being able to recite the Grinch movie by heart It wasn't just making out No we had full conversations too So then a for a few weeks we talked, got food or dessert and you pretended not to know me too well in class I realized I couldn't let myself be your second choice Because I know better But when I flew back from visiting home on my birthday And you asked to be friends with benefits I realized that apparently I didn't I always felt weird Wondering why you wanted me "You've gotten this far! You really like him so that's good! Just keep being you, and remember Confidence is key" So that's what I told myself Every Netflix and Chill session Every time I helped you with math And we subtracted our clothes Added ourselves together But then divided into our own lives after I realized I needed to figure myself out So we stopped the benefits And part of the friends After Christmas break you told me that you liked me, weren't ready for a relationship, but either way wanted to be friends I told you I had a boyfriend A few weeks later I told you I didn't And when you visited me at work your smile made me believe that Maybe our long deep talks and political arguments somehow changed your mind about what you wanted with me But now 4 months later I realized that I was wrong "Confidence is key" Is what I tell myself when you come into class and sit next to me I have to be confident that I can move on Once you asked me about what I was going to do in a situation I didn't know my answer would make you go find someone else And then send me pictures of after effects of things you did with her It should have occurred to me that only being confident once Would make me become so attached To someone who's middle name is confident Now my life is just focused on thinking about what happened And pushing through the sadness until I can start over So I guess that they're right when they say confidence is key But the thing that's wrong is that they don't tell you what's behind the door that it unlocks

Kiana Jefferson

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pocminiseries · 5 years ago

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3 A.M.

US.

"Alina Baraz-Coming To My Senses"

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•••••

When the "accident" happened, Kiana was only twelve years old.

It was a day that plagued her dreams and the reason why she woke up every night at 3 A.M.

The specific time she remembered waking up when smoke began to fill her nose. She recalled calling out for her parents and hurriedly getting out of bed to go find them when they did not answer. The feeling of her lungs burning as she coughed harshly, avoiding the flames that slowly spread throughout the house. The panic that overcame her when she saw no way out.

But most of all the fear that engulfed her when she found her parents dead in the living room.

The very images Kiana could never erase from her mind no matter how hard she tried.

After finding her parents, things became dark. She woke up in a hospital bed with no idea of how she even had gotten there. The only info she received was from a police officer who informed of that she was found outside in her front yard unconscious and that her parents were dead.

And that's as far as the case went before they ruled what happened as an accidental fire.

What made things worse was that Kiana didn't remember much of what happened before then either. Her childhood memories were scattered all over the place, and of course, her doctors said it was probably due to the fact she inhaled a lot of smoke. But Kiana always felt like there was just something off about that and the whole situation with her parents.

She was positive that even through all the smoke and flames that she saw blood where her parents laid out in the living room, that wasn't from the cause of the fire.

The whole ordeal has followed her ever since then. It wasn't until a few years ago when she began seeing the face of a boy she didn't recognize. He would always seem to pop up right before she awoke saying something she has yet to fully understand. His lips would move but no sound could be heard.

She assumed that he had to be some guardian angel or maybe someone from her childhood. Whoever he was, he was always by her side as she laid on the freshly cut grass of her front yard as her house burned down.

Maybe he was the one who pulled her away to safety.

It was a mystery, just like her parent's deaths that she felt as though would never be solved.

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"We need to talk."

Kiana's eyebrows furrowed taking in the trio that sat next to her unexpectedly. Her eyes connected with Ji-soo's for a second before finding Taehyung's once more. "About what?"

The last time they had a conversation, his fingers were working their magic in between her thighs in a matter of a few minutes. She still couldn't believe how she managed to let something like that happen, it wasn't like her at all. Just the thought alone made her body respond and her cheeks grew hot.

"Us."

She looked at him confused. "What?"

"What he meant to say was, why are you out so late?" Ji-soo quickly interrupted whatever Tae was going to say and completely ignored the look he gave him.

Kiana watched them before clearing her throat. "I couldn't sleep." She said slowly, glancing at Taehyung before focusing on her plate. Thankfully her appetite was still intact because she would've hated wasting good food. "You three look as though you're about to commit a crime." She commented, cutting into her waffle after looking over their choice of clothing.

Just then Joo-hyuk coughed violently as Ji-soo patted his back roughly. "Ok, ok, I'm fine. No need to beat on me like I'm a stepchild you hate." Joo-hyuk scowled, swatting Ji-soo's hands away from him.

"Why are you so dramatic?"

"Why are you so childish?"

"Why are you so abusive?"

"Why are you so weak?"

Kiana listened to them argue back and forth in a language she didn't understand. Her gaze shifted towards Tae who sat there rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. "Are they always like this?"

"Sadly."

She laughed a bit, taking another bite of her food, letting out a slight moan from how delicious everything tasted. Taehyung had grown stiff in more ways than one from hearing that familiar sound that he had at one point caused her to make.

"You want some?" She offered him, holding a piece of her waffle at the end of her fork.

He slowly opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him the sweet dough that was surprisingly good. Kiana smiled as he ate, taking notice that even his chewing face was beautiful. She almost wanted to reach out and brush away his long bangs from his eyes.

How was it fair that he was so....perfect?

She was actually trying to point out a flaw but failed to find any.

"Want more?"

He lightly shook his head. "No, you finish eating. I don't really have much of an appetite."

"Which is why we're making you eat something," Joo-hyuk commented, waving his hands for Marie to take their order.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, turning him out and focusing his attention back on Kiana who had a bit of syrup smeared on the side of the mouth. Not bothering to tell her, he took his thumb and wiped it off, licking it clean. She brushed his actions off as nothing and continued to eat, almost cleaning the complete plate.

At this point, she wasn't really bothered by him or his ways. There was something about him that she could quite pinpoint just yet. Had any other man did that she probably would've gotten up and moved as far away as she could. But once again she allowed Taehyung to touch her once more with no real protest.

"How have you been sleeping?" He asked suddenly.

Kiana glanced at him from the corner of her eye as she took a sip of her soda. "Still the same." By now she was used to it. She figured if she ever wanted to get an actual full night to rest she'd have to be dead to achieve it.

Or Taehyung's skillful fingers.

He watched the slight red tint form on her cheeks curiously. "If you need me to help you relax again, all you have to do is ask." At this, she shied away looking in the other direction completely.

"That was a mistake." She whispered, feeling ashamed but turned on all over again at what she let him do to her.

"There's nothing wrong with being pleasured, Kiana." He told her. "Nor is it allowing me to do it again. Especially if it helps you in the end." If she thought he thinks anything less of her because of what happened, then she couldn't have been more wrong. He never labeled her as being easy.

He was just well aware of what she needed.

Feeling his finger brush up her neck, a shiver ran up her spine from his touch. "Stop it." She said weakly but didn't bother to move away from.

"Is that what you really want?" She hated the way his voice affected her. It was the type of sound she could fall asleep listening to.

But what she would give to hear him moa-...she really needed to stop while she was ahead.

Instead of answering him, she placed a twenty dollar bill on the counter. "Have a goodnight Marie." She waved bye to the woman and quickly hopped from her sweat and practically power walked towards the door.

Taehyung smiled to himself and looked towards his friends. They immediately nodded their heads, already knowing what he was asking without having to verbally speak. Ji-soo occupied Marie, while Taehyung and Joo-hyuk followed closely behind Kiana into the parking lot as she was unlocking her car door.

Hearing footsteps from behind her, she looked over her shoulder seeing the two men casually making their way towards her direction. "What?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Taehyung looked down at her, noticing just how tiny she actually was compared to him and Joo-hyuk. "You run from me as if you're scared of me."

"I'm not." She answered truthfully. Even now being in a darkened parking lot alone with two men, she didn't fear for her life. "But what I don't understand is what you want from me."

What he wanted was everything.

"We." He corrected her.

"What are you talking about?" She asked confused once more by his choice of words.

Taehyung simply nodded his head, telling Joo-hyuk to make his move. Kiana watched the man slowly walk behind her, his hard chest hitting her back, just as Taehyung did the same and stood in front of her. "You mean what do we want from you, Kiana."

Before she could question him, a gasp escaped past her lips feeling Joo-hyuk's mouth attached to her neck as his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. Taehyung took this as his cue and kissed up her jawline, placing small teasing pecks on her cheeks. Joo-hyuk sucked on her skin, marking her moan out loud which was immediately silenced by Taehyung's lips connecting with her own.

He didn't think that he could ever get tired of how soft the plump flesh felt.

Her small hands gripped at his shirt, surprising even herself by kissing him back. Her body was set a blazed, allowing the two men to take control. Her knees buckled feeling Joo-hyuk's tongue slid over her spot, sending a wave of pleasure straight between her thighs. His fingers teased with the waistband of her sweatpants, slightly pushing his fingers inside of the material.

Smiling, Taehyung teasingly licked her bottom lip, pulling it softly with his teeth. "Could you handle what we want from you? Whatever you need we can give it to you if you let us."

Both men shared a look before abruptly pulling away from her. Kiana stood there in a daze at what just happened. Her hormones were all over the place. She had to stop herself from whining at the absence of them.

"We'll be seeing you again," Taehyung told her, giving her a smirk that made her come to her senses.

"Goodnight Kiana." Joo-hyuk bowed slightly, winking as both men left her standing there. She blinked, watching their retreating forms go back into the restaurant as if nothing happened, leaving her horny and very much needy.

Sighing loudly, she almost wanted to slap herself. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She whispered.

What type of spell had these men placed on her?

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