#the challenge now is trying to figure out who she actually is
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maybe iâm delusional but i still believe mel is meant to break the cycle, itâs just gotten harder. she removed her family ring for a reason. in s1, her arc ended with a rejection of the medarda ideals and legacy because it was no longer about whether or not she could live up to the archetype of a medarda, but whether or not she wanted to. she smeared noxus in gold paint, she removed her ring, and she chose to do things the her way (i.e., vote for peace). her position at the end of s2 as, presumably, the new head of the family and ambessa's final words to her donât negate that. is she back to being a passenger at the moment? unfortunately, but we know sheâs capable of breaking free from that mold. a large part of her next chapter is learning what that new mold is and how she can reclaim agency in her life.
#la.meta#mel#she will remain a fox among wolves đââïž#the challenge now is trying to figure out who she actually is#and also reentering the realm of noxian politics since itâs been a while#she can and she WAS breaking the cycle#she may have taken several steps back#which is not her fault#but breaking the cycle isnât impossible
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bend my rules | jjk
in which jeongguk jeon, the frattiest of all frat boys, has been trying to get you to go out with him since freshman year, no success. what if the events that occur in junior year change your opinion on jeongguk and you actually give him a chance?
rich! jeongguk x reader
warnings: detailed virginity loss (minors, go away!), use of yn, jk is a little dumb sometimes but heâs a sweetheart, jk is a frat boy, minor mention of SA (nothing too triggering (i hope)), i love yn, taehyung mention đ«¶đŒ, yn is thick asfff (#needthat), desperate jk, use of both jeongguk and jungkook (iâm an indecisive bitch sorry), he gets the girl!
another scenario with this couple âcoupleâs getawayâ !
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Jeongguk needs no introduction. There was not a single soul at Berkeley University that didnât know of him. Even the freshmen got introduced to who he was on their first day. With a powerful presence, daddyâs money, and unfortunately for you, a gorgeous, gorgeous face and muscles for days, Jeongguk takes the entire world by storm. He had that something about him that makes every guy want to befriend him and makes every girl want to be with him.
He was a business administration major, now in his senior year; his goal? To take over his fatherâs many businesses when he graduates. He could have done that without college, but his family put a lot of importance on education.
He was simultaneously in a frat and also lived alone in a penthouse off campus. You always wondered how he was allowed to be in the frat if he wasnât living in the fraternity itself. But heâs the king of Kappa Sigma; they couldnât vote him out. You met Jungkook at a party thrown by a friendâs friend, who is also friends with Jungkook, during the second semester of freshman year. He approached you with charming confidence, asking for your number. You declined politely, and he has not left you alone sinceâfollowing you around, asking you out, giving you gifts, inviting you to parties that you never ended up attending, asking your friends about you, pretending to share your interests to get closer to you, and so on and so forth.
The one thing that was good about freshman and sophomore year was that you had no classes with Jungkook. So the last two years, you had Jungkook-less classes, except for the ones he decided to barge into uninvited and declare his love for you. Junior year came, and with it, Jungkook decided to sign himself up for the 18th-century literature class with Professor Sullivan.
Your major was English literature.
Professor Sullivanâs class was one of your favoritesâthe debates, the topics, the atmosphere. Also, the fact that Professor Sullivan liked you a lot. The topic of this lesson was: the role of women in literature in the 18th century.
"Women in the 18th century played very crucial roles as empowered figures; that is a fact. Authors like Mary Wollstonecraft, for example; she challenged societal expectations and wrote incredibly critical narratives that advocated for womenâs rights,â you argued with a steady voice.
From across from you, you heard a voice you dreaded. "Yn, no one can argue with you about the existence of women authors at the time, but were they really all that empowering? I mean, they pretty much all were dependent on men. For example, âOroonoko,â written by a woman, yet it represents a male hero, while the female perspective is secondary.â
âWell, Ben, if you had taken my argument or really, any historical context into consideration, you would understand that, male hero aside, a woman producing literature of any kind in that era meant that she was asserting herself in a male-dominant, or rather, in a female-submissive world, and that in itself is resistance. It embodies power. I rest my case."
Ben was about to open his mouth to argue back when the door to the lecture hall interrupted him.
"Mr. Jeon, you are half an hour late," Professor Sullivan spoke to the interrupter.
In that moment, Ben became the least of your worries, sexism and all. You felt as if your life was upside down and you couldnât get it up. What the hell was he doing in this class? This isnât even his thing; he will fail! He will fail miserably!
"I sincerely apologize, Professor. It wonât happen again," the deep voice apologized before stepping forward and finding a seat.
As his piercing brown eyes found yours, the usual smirk found its place on his lips, and them and their owner made their way directly towards you. He sat down with the same expression on his face. "Hey, gorgeous. Miss me over the summer?"
He put his muscular arm around your shoulder and kept his head tilted to the side to stare at you, admiring the beauty before him from head to toe. You were wearing flared jeans and a tight pink long-sleeve shirt that accentuated your generous breasts. "Cute outfit, baby. Pink is your color; Iâll make sure to buy you lingerie in that same shade."
Before you could answer, Mr. Sullivan stated: "Mr. Jeon, we were just discussing the womanâs role in 18th-century literature. I am sure Ms. Ln will fill you in on what you have missed so far, but I wish for you to pay attention to the rest of the lecture. I know Ms. Ln is much prettier than I am; nonetheless, I hope you can find it in yourself to pay more attention to me and less to her."
The whole hall broke out in laughter, amused at the professorâs wit. Jungkook just continued smirking at you, seemingly also amused at the professor, and you sat in silence for the rest of the lecture, blushing.
The lecture ended quickly after, all the students making their way out, and you wouldâve done so as well, but you needed to have a little talk with the man sitting beside you first.
"What are you doing here?" you nearly hissed at Jungkook, who was still sitting, your arms crossed around your chest.
"What do you mean, baby?" he provoked. "You donât want me here or something?"
One thing that can be said about Jungkook was that he was a very persistent man. Even after your countless rejections, he somehow managed to come back stronger, bigger, and harder to fight off.
"You know I donât want you here! What are you even doing here in the first place, Jungkook? What do you want?" Your hands were on your full hips as you questioned him.
He looked up at you with a shimmer of amusement and a raised eyebrow, his eyes tracing every curve. "You know, Yn, you look really good from this angle."
The thought of kicking him in the head came to you, but you fought it off. "Answer my question."
"Iâm not gonna answer a question you already know the answer to. You know damn well why Iâm here; I want you, and I wanna see you, and I want you to finally go out with me so we can live happily ever after and put me out of my misery," he proclaimed, with the spirit of Romeo possessing him.
"You just did, though," you noted with a smirk.
"Huh?"
"You just answered a question I already know the answer to." With that, you grabbed your bag and swayed away from the man, who was too distracted watching you walk away to comprehend that you were gone.
___
On a Friday night, you had a lot you could do: read a new book, talk to your mom, whom you hadnât seen in two months on the phone, organize a sleepover with your friends and watch a movie, finish the five essays you havenât finished yet, go off campus and try new food, and if you donât like it, get the food you know and like and eat it.
But in Averyâs opinion, there was nothing better to do than to go to the Kappa Sigma party. You would usually not necessarily disagree; a party is sometimes exactly what you needed, but not this Friday and not at Kappa Sigma.
"Avery, did you forget the 100 times that I have told you he is now in my 18th-century lit class? I had to see him three times this week for almost an hour each lecture. Those are three hours where I had to see him, where I had to hear him speak," you dramatically articulated. "And if you count the times that I have seen him in the halls, and the one time I saw him in the library, and the one time he came into my poetry class and sat there, watching me for 20 minutes before Professor Sinclair told him to leave, and the one time he came here to give me flowers and ask me out, that makes like a hundred thousand hours that I had to see him this week. I do not wanna go to his party!"
Your roommates all looked at you like you just fell down from an alien spaceship. Nora was the first one to react. "Your math skills are really bad, Yn."
Avery rolled her eyes. "True, but thatâs besides the point; Yn, why are you whining that the hottest and richest guy at this entire university wants you and has been wanting you for the last two years? Thatâs a flex, girl! Now, go put on a sexy ass outfit on that sexy ass bod and letâs. go. out."
"Woooo!" you heard Sasha yell from the kitchen, making you crack a smile amid your misery.
"Alright, but next Friday, I choose what we do," you claimed, with full intention of keeping that promise.
_
You and all four of your roommates arrived at the Kappa Sigma house with outfits that nobody else could compete with. You were wearing a tight, black off-shoulder shirt and a red mini skirt that emphasized your already emphasized thickness. Topped off with soft glam makeup and black heels, you felt like a real woman.
"Welcome, ladies," the deep voice that could only belong to Taehyung greeted you. "Sasha."
"Hi, Tae," Sasha purred, her hands quickly finding his neck, leaning into a passionate kiss.
These two had been a couple for a few months now, after a whole year of being on and off. Despite the stereotypes of frat boys, Taehyung knew how to treat his girl right.
You entered the house with one friend less; Sasha disappeared with Taehyung into the chaos that is the current state of this house. Your other roommates quickly disappeared as well, much to your dismay.
Now, your goal was to socialize, maybe drink a little something, but not too much because of the essays that you would have to write the next day. Your eyes scanned the house for a familiar face, and it landed on one.
One that was looking you up and down with hunger. He signaled you to come over where he was sitting with a bunch of girls and one other guy. You shook your head no, so he came over.
"Yn! Iâm glad you came, baby." He hugged you, and you only half-hugged him back. "You look gorgeous, of course."
"Thanks, Jeongguk," you said politely.
You and he had a complex relationship; the first time he saw you, he showed romantic interest in you, showering you with affection and gifts. He never stopped. You always rejected him, no exceptions, even at times where you wanted nothing more than to say yes. Yet he was always kind to you, and you were kind to him (most of the time). Your mutual friends always brought you together; it was as if you couldnât escape one anotherâto his pleasure and to your dismay.
"Lemme get you something to drink," he went into the kitchen and came back with a soda can. "Here, I know you usually donât drink, so I got you a cola; hope thatâs fine."
"It is, thank you," you smiled softly and started drinking the cola. "So, youâre interested in literature this year."
You only started a conversation because you knew he would not leave your side the entire night anyway, and you would prefer it if you picked the topic of conversation instead of him.
"Hell yeah, I love me some Samuel L. Jackson," he stated, making you laugh.
"You mean Samuel Johnson, you idiot," you said, giggling as you pushed his strong arm playfully.
He watched you giggle, gazing as if you hung the stars. "Yeah, yeah, same thing, same thing." With his boyish smile, he said, "Look, Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by signing up for the same class as you. It was kinda out of pocket, even for my standards. I know the last person you wanna see is me, so if you want me to drop it, I will."
Your jaw metaphorically dropped at Jungkookâs words. Those are words that came out of Jungkookâs mouth? Does that mean that he will leave me alone completely if I wish? What does this mean?
A strange emotion settled deep inside you; you started wondering if you had done something wrong or if he perhaps found another girl he wanted to ask out even more than he wanted to ask you out.
"Jungkook, it is your right to choose whatever class you want to be in; I canât be mad at you for that. Besides, you will learn a lot from Professor Sullivan; heâs great," you reassured him with a sweet voice.
"Yeah?" He grinned, recognizing that this was your way of saying you did not want him to leave.
"Oh yeah, he is a delightful old man. The stories he has to share are amazing. Did you even know heâs married to Professor Martinez? The reason why she hasnât taken his last name is that he was against it, telling her, âMaria, if you take my name, that is erasure. Erasure of your life before my appearance, and erasure of your beautiful Mexican heritage, Maria. Do not change your name to mine; I am technically your oppressor.â He told us that story maybe about 23 times, and he made sure to roll the r real hard," you found yourself joking with Jungkook, as your mind took you back to Averyâs earlier words.
It was not the first time that your friends said the same words to you; they always expressed their envy and their confusion about the situation with Jungkook. But you were thinking much deeper than them.
Much to everybodyâs surprise, you never had a boyfriend, and you were also still a virgin. The most you did was a kiss you shared with a guy at your high school graduation, which you immediately regretted. You had high standards. For yourself, for your future, for your future husband, and for everyone you allowed to enter your life. It was not about not having options; God knows you had many. It was about knowing for sure that the man you give these things toâyour trust, your dignity, your virginity, your loveâwould be the right one, the one that deserved it. The idea that Jungkookâthe man who gave you his undivided attention for two years straight and spoiled you without being askedâwas perhaps the man for you didnât sound so unbelievable anymore.
When you were a freshman and before you met him, you heard stories about himâstories of the parties he threw, the money he had, the many girls he fucked. These stories made you cautious, even though he put in real effort to get closer to you, you were hard to impress, and it was even harder for you to get out of your shell of self-protection.
Jungkook howled with laughter at the things you told him about your professor; either he found them genuinely amusing, or he was just laughing because the stories came out of your mouth.
âSo, what will you do?â he asked once the laughter died down a bit.
You tilted your head innocently. âWhat do you mean?â
He looked at you with such tenderness, your innocent eyes captivating him.
âWhen we get married, will you keep your name, or will you take mine?â he posed the question so casually, yet so longingly.
You shrugged your shoulders elegantly, taking a small sip from your forgotten cola. âI will probably take yours.â
The words you said that Friday night made Jeon Jungkook the happiest man on planet Earth, and probably all the other planets in the universe.
_
âSo, you little minx sat down and talked to Jungkook basically the entire fucking party, and you didnât even get up once? You didnât even complain about it!â Avery was almost lost for words; key word, almost.
âWhatâs the big deal? We talked, so what?â you shrugged it off.
âEverybodyâs talking about it, you know. They think you might finally give the guy a chance,â Nora chimed in. âI always knew you would eventually cave; I mean, with those arms and that black card, I wouldâve folded a long time ago. Thereâs a rumor he has a seven-inch dick, by the way.â
Just as you were about to say something, Sasha entered the living room, having just finished talking to Taehyung on the phone. âWhat are you girlies talking about?â
Avery answered, âOh, just about Yn and Jungkook getting married and having six kids.â
You threw a pillow at her head in response, and Sasha smirked at the mention of her boyfriendâs buddy. âYeah, I heard what happened. Tae told me Jungkook went crazy after talking to you, saying that this will be the year that he will claim you as his and that thereâs not a single person that can take away the happiness that heâs experiencing at the moment. He literally canât stop talking about you.â
You suppressed your smile successfully and shrugged your shoulders again. âI donât see why itâs a big deal. I mean, you all left me lonely at that party, and he was the first familiar face I saw, sooo⊠I had nothing better to do.â
âGod, youâre such an odd person. The guy wants you so bad, just give him a chance. You think itâs not noticeable that you are also kinda into him, but if you werenât, you wouldâve blocked that guy a long time ago, and you wouldâve gone crazy on his ass with all the things he does to get your attention, but you donât,â Tanya argued with a sly smirk on her face. âYou may be mysterious to other people, but you canât fool your best friends, who have been living with you for two years.â
Avery and Nora both agreed with Tanyaâs words by nodding their heads crazily, and Sasha said a loud âtrueâ from the kitchen across the living room, where she was preparing five hot chocolates for you.
âI do go crazy; I always go crazy; I always tell him off. You all have personally experienced me going off on him for things he did and said,â you defended yourself the best you could, before taking the hot chocolate out of Sashaâs hands with a small âthank you, S.â
âYeah, but itâs not really a âfuck off, I donât ever wanna see you or hear you againâ type of âgoing offâ; itâs more like a âugh, Jungkook, I canât believe you did this again. Please do it againâ type of thing,â Avery mocked with a high-pitched voice and fluttering eyelashes.
âOh my God, I do not do that.â
âYou kinda do, now that I think about it,â Sasha finally sat down. âI mean, I have seen you pick fights with men flirting with you before, and you are a completely different person with them versus with Jungkook.â
The others thought about what Sasha said, and it was almost like a collective epiphany. They all looked at you with the same look on their faces; almost an accusatory expression.
âYou totally like him; oh my God! Yn likes Jungkook. It makes so much sense; I canât believe I was so stupid,â Nora expressed with exciting energy.
You felt a rush of relief coming over you, almost as if you were carrying a secret that you wanted out. You had no idea if that feeling was a good sign or a bad one.
âOkay, letâs not get ahead of ourselves here, girls. I do not âtotally like himâ; I may be just startingâemphasis on just startingâto warm up to the idea of giving him a chance,â you revealed. âBut Sasha, promise not to tell Taehyung about this, âcause if you do, Jungkook is gonna know by default, and Iâm never gonna hear the end of it.â
âI wonât; I promise. This is just soooo exciting,â she spoke. âItâs just gonna be really hard to keep to myself, but I will try.â
âNo, you wonât just try; you have to actually not say anything. You forget how indecisive I am; I could change my mind about this in an hour, so if you tell Taehyung, he will tell Jungkook, then Jungkook builds up hope and confronts me about what he heard, and Iâll just be like, âOh, that was nothing; heâs just messing with you,â and can you imagine how hurt his feelings would be? I really donât need that on my conscience,â you explained thoroughly, your dramatics intact as they always were.
âOh my God,â they all said in unison.
âWhat?â
âYou care about his feelings!â Avery exclaimed, standing up dramatically. âYou like him, like, like him. Admit it, admit it, please, please, please.â
âShut up. Iâm going to bed now. Buh-bye.â With that, you exited the living room, leaving your friends to talk about your situation for another hour before also going to bed.
âRemember when he got her a Cartier bracelet?â
___
âI will form six groups consisting of four students; each group discussing the topic I will be assigning them,â Professor Sullivan revealed.
âMs. Ln, you will be grouped with Ms. Jones, Mr. Jeon, and Mr. Davis,â he spoke loudly. âYou will be discussing Rousseauâs âThe Confessionsâ and prepare a presentation on identity and selfhood that is due next week, on Monday.â
You dreaded being in a group with Ben Davis, who had been nothing but a pain in your butt since you got to know him, but at least the assignment was the one that you wanted.
Jungkook, who sat next to you, smirked and nodded his head. âThey couldnât tear us apart if they tried, angel; this is meant to be.â
âWho are you even talking about? Whoâs they?â Confused by his words, you asked.
âJust the world. You know how much these people hate real love,â he flashed you his trademark smile, making you push his arm playfully.
"Could you two stop flirting so we can start with the assignment?" the annoying voice of Ben whined, sitting across from you, with Lily Jones joining in the seat next to his.
âAlright, letâs dive in,â you started talking. âI personally think the most transfixing part of âThe Confessionsâ is how Rousseau emphasizes his intentions to be authentic. He exposes himself without shame or any sense of privacy, which for the time challenged societal norms completely.â
Lily nodded in agreement; Jungkook was busy staring at your lips as you articulated your opinion, smiling with his arm still around your shoulder. Ben, on the other hand, pulled a face you could only describe as disgusted. âAuthenticity? The only authentic thing about Rousseau is that he is able to whine about his feelings like a pubescent girl. It feels almost like narcissism to me.â
"What a stupid take, Ben. With Rousseau writing this book, he laid the foundation for modern notions of individuality; the book challenges the reader to think about their own identity, their individuality," you explained your point further.
âI donât need a stupid book like this to tell me about my identity or my individuality. Itâs literally just a dude whining and rambling about his feelings and whatnot. No one wants to hear it,â Ben snapped.
Jungkook looked between you and Ben while you were arguing; seeing your agitated face when you hated someone made him realize you didnât hate him at all. You even leaned closer into his arms.
âWell, I think we can use this as a talking point in our presentation,â Lily stated her idea. âHow our perception of the book is similar to how we perceive ourselves; there are people like Yn, who confront and explore their feelings, thus creating a healthy relationship with the self, and there are people like Ben, who repress and ignore them, which makes for an angry person; which, by the way, is also an emotion.â
You and Lily giggled at her words, sending each other glances as to say, "God, I fucking hate that guy."
Jungkook decided to chime in. âThatâs a good idea. We can use it as an opportunity to dive deeper into the self, to question it. If you are so opposed to Rousseauâs vulnerability, thatâs a big indication of your own issues with vulnerability.â
You observed him as he spoke, astonished at his participation. You leaned in even more, to the point where your bodies touched as a way to show him you liked what he said.
âOh, shut the hell up, man,â Ben shot back. âWe all know youâre just here âcause of her; you donât actually give a crap about all this.â
Jungkook simply smirked at him, already having figured out how easily provoked Ben was.
âHe obviously cares more than you, âcause with that attitude, we are never gonna get a presentation done, much less start,â you defended Jungkook sassily, with a displeased expression sent Benâs way, who just mumbled, âYeah, go on, defend your boyfriend.â
âTrue,â Lily sighed. âBy the way, where are we gonna prepare our presentation? The common rooms are always too loud, and all lecture halls are always occupied, and I donât know about you guys, but my dorm isnât exactly a mansion.â
You thought about Lilyâs concern for a second, and the same resonated with you; your on-campus apartment wasnât small, but you shared it with four very loud girls.
âWe can do it at my place; I donât mind,â Jungkook offered with a squeeze on your shoulder. âThen I finally have an excuse to invite my baby over.â
You looked up at him, meeting his mischievous eyes. For a moment, you shared intimate eye contact before Ben coughed to get your attention. âAt your penthouse? Pff, no thanks. Iâm sure a professor will let us use a room here.â
âYou are not serious, Ben. Jungkook just offers us to go to his huge penthouse and you decline? I must say, I have never known such a dedicated hater; itâs almost admirable,â Lily admitted her admiration for Benâs consistency.
âWhy the fuck would we go there? Itâs off campus, and itâs a penthouse; itâs so⊠distracting and unnecessary,â Ben debated, irritation written all over him.
âItâs a 15-minute walk and a five-minute drive, man; itâs not in Mexico,â Jungkook concurred, unable to find reason in Benâs opposition.
âAnd whatâs wrong with it being a penthouse? I personally would love to just hang out at a penthouse. It would make uni work a lot easier, actually,â Lily stated.
âI agree,â you shared, making Jungkook grin like an idiot at the image of you in his house. âAnd since this is a democracy, and we have one vote against three, we will meet at Jungkookâs penthouse next Sunday; of course, if that works for you, Jungkook."
âWorks perfect!â he excitedly responded.
Ben was looking pissed as always; Lily was already thinking about all the pictures she was going to ask you to take of her in the penthouse for her Instagram, and Jungkook and you seemed to be in your own little world, gazing at each other.
âThank you, Jungkook; thatâs really nice of you,â you expressed with a smile, lifting your face to his to plant a short kiss on his cheek.
His heart raced at the unexpected movement; you had never done that before. He froze, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment while you gathered your belongings at the signal of class dismissal. One by one, the students gradually walked out, and you followed suit with Jungkook trailing behind you. He advanced in your direction, watching your hips sway.
âYn!â he called after you, resulting in you turning around.
âYes?â
âGo out with me tomorrow night at 7:00, just you and me,â he called out flirtatiously, gaining the attention of everybody around him, but only having his eyes on you.
You grinned mischievously at him before replying, âI donât know about that⊠youâll have to impress me first.â
To anyone else, it might sound like a rejection, but to Jungkook, it sparked a glimmer of hope that made his heart leap with resolve. Until now, it had only been ânoâs and âno thank youâs. He was more confident than ever that he would capture the heart that had captured his.
___
âYn, what did you do to Jungkook?â Sasha came back from a date night with Taehyung. âTae told me he canât stop smiling and is just sitting there, being cheesy as fuck.â
You were writing a sonnet for your poetry class as she barged into your room, looking stunning. âWhat made him think itâs about me? Let the man smile and be cheesy in peace.â
After Sasha looked at you with a look that said âyou know damn well,â you confessed, âHe asked me out, and Iââ
âYou finally said yes??â she quickly interrupted with a dropped jaw.
âNooo, I said maybe if he impresses me,â you continued. âOh, and I also kissed him on the cheek.â
âYou. Did. Not!â Sasha put a hand over her mouth, a loud gasp leaving it. âNo wonder he is a smiling idiot; you broke him!â
âNo, I didnât âbreakâ him; Iâm simply doing what I already said I am doing; Iâm warming him up, giving him hope,â you explained, putting your pen down. âBecause there is a very high chance that I will agree to go out with him soon. I just need that something.â
âThat something?â Sasha repeated, confused.
âYeah, that something; that one moment that makes me go yes, this is the man I want,â you further explained. âI have a good reason, two actually; Iâm picky, indecisive, and also a virgin, so if I let him in and then, for some reason, regret it, I will be destroyed. And if I suddenly change my mind after giving him a chance, it will hurt Jungkook really badly, and I donât want that.â
Sasha looked perplexed and deep in thought at your words, as if puzzling them together and making sense of them. âOh wow, I never thought of it like that, but now, I totally get you.â
âWell, finally!â you smiled at her and giggled. âAnyway, what are you and Tae wearing to the Halloween party? Cause I was thinkingâŠâ
___
You and your girls took Halloween very seriously. You loved the dressing up, the makeup, and you always utilized the only day in the year where it was socially acceptable to be someone else entirely.
Of course, there were always at least six simultaneous Halloween parties going on on campus, and you had to choose between them, which was never a hard decision to make since Kappa Sigma always won. If theyâre throwing a party, no other party stood a chance.
You decided to dress up as something cute yet sexy but very recognizable. Last year you came as Jane Eyre, and not a single person guessed your costume right. You decided to go with Chel from âThe Road to El Doradoâ; a white maxi skirt with two slits on the sides, a pink tube top, and statement jewelry with your hair down. It was low effort, yet very effective.
Nora went with Cher from Clueless, Avery of course was Shego, Tanya went creative and dressed as 2010 Justin Bieber, and Sasha and Taehyung were Morticia and Gomez Addams for the night, catching many envious stares.
After all the assignments, the essays, and the overall stress of uni the past few weeks, you hadnât felt that alive and sexy in a while. Your maxi skirt was clinging to your full lower body seductively, and your tube top took on the very shape of your chest. You looked damn good, and you were ready to feel good too. Promising you wouldnât drink too much, you took it slow.
Moving your hips seductively to the beat of a The Weeknd song while closing your eyes and tilting your head back, with Avery and Nora dancing together in front of you. Tanya was nowhere to be found, and Taehyung and Sasha were having their own dance party, grinding and kissing like there was no tomorrow. The dancing continued, and with it, the staring. You wished you could just dance at a party and have everybody mind their own business.
After a couple more rounds of dancing and drinking, you felt a firm hand gripping your hips. Turning around immediately, you pushed the guy away and looked at him, terrified. âWhat the fuck?? Get your filthy hands off of me!!â
Your friends stopped their dancing for a moment to see what was going on. They found Ben, dressed as Patrick Bateman, groping your hips like you were his property. âJust having fun, bird; donât get all upset.â
Avery and Nora yelled at him, but it wasnât effective. The scene caused such a huge stir that even Sasha and Taehyung got out of their trance, watching your fight with Ben.
âYo, dude, get the fuck outta here, or Iâll call the cops on you,â Taehyung stepped in, pushing Ben completely out of the way. âWhat the fuck made you think you could do this, huh?â
As if he knew just when to step in, Jungkook in a cop uniform just arrived at the scene, asking what was happening.
A very drunk Ben slurred his words in an almost incoherent tone, facing Taehyung. âLook, man, sheâs dressed like a slut. So Iâm gonna treat her like a slut.â
Jungkookâs eyes widened at Benâs words, trying to make sense of the situation. He followed Benâs eyes that were directly watching you, all of your friends and Taehyung just standing shocked, and the only thing between you and Ben was a protective Taehyung. Ben was talking about you.
Without putting any thought into his actions, Jungkook stepped in and punched the guy in his face, causing him to stumble down to the ground, where Jungkook kicked him in the face before crouching down and spitting on him. âWhat the fuck did you just say??! Did you touch her, huh? Did you fucking touch her? I swear, Iâll kill you; Iâll fucking kill you, man; this is your last day alive, âcause Iâll kill you.â
You had no idea what to do in this situation, so you just watched with a shrinking posture, similar to your friends who were all in shock at the scene of Ben lying on the ground, his blood pouring out while Jungkook continued to throw punches. At that point, the entire party stopped and just observed the scene.
"Jungkook, thatâs enough. Iâd love for you to kill him, but I donât wanna see you in jail, bro," Taehyung calmly spoke, in order to ease the tension. Jungkook listened to him, standing up; a look that furious had never been on his face.
He turned to you, taking your hands in his, his face softening at the sight of you. âEverything okay, baby?â
You nodded weakly, semi-visible tears rolling down your cheeks. Your instincts told you to hug him, so you did. He immediately pulled you closer to him, his hand on your back and your chest against his as he soothingly rocked you back and forth. Everybody was watching you, but you didnât find it in yourself to care.
âCome on, Iâll take you upstairs to relax,â he took your hand, guiding you through the crowd and into one of the bedrooms. âWant me to carry you?â
For the first time in those 30 minutes, you cracked a tiny smile, knowing that he was so very serious about carrying you in front of an entire party. âNo, thatâs fine; I can walk.â
Ignoring the intense eyes of the crowd, you two made your way upstairs.
Your eyes were still slightly watery with tears, and you were still holding onto Jungkookâs hand as you both sat down on the bed. âThank you, Jungkook.â
He offered you an irresistible smile and brought you in tighter against his solid chest, allowing you to hear his every heartbeat clearly. âThatâs my job, baby; no need to thank me.â
âYou really didnât have to do that; I donât want you to put yourself in danger for me, Kookie,â you spoke against his chest, with a soft, alluring voice, using his nickname to make him happy. âBen really isnât worth your anger at all.â
Jungkook took in your entire figure from above you with a gleam in his eyes. âYn, I will do anything to protect you. I wonât ever allow anyone to harm you.â
You gently pulled away from his chest to meet his loving gaze. You never understood the books where the main character described a romantic encounter by saying âit felt like we were the only two people in the worldâ until that moment. He leaned in closer, maintaining eye contact. You placed a delicate hand on his muscular armâtoo gentle to stop him from getting closer, yet firm enough to prevent yourself from melting into him.
You were face to face with him nowâbreathing the same air. âYou really mean that?â
âI couldnât be more sincere,â he whispered, the warmth of his words meeting your full lips, his hands firmly placed on your soft, naked waist. âYou know, weâve never been this close before.â
âYeah,â is all you managed to say, avoiding eye contact.
Suddenly, Jungkook pulled away, standing up, offering you his hand. âAs much as I want to kiss you, I donât think we should do that right now. You obviously drank tonight, and I want you to want to kiss me, and I want you to remember kissing me.â
You nodded and took his hand, not knowing what to say or do. As you stepped outside again, Jungkookâs broad shoulders became your view, him leading you downstairs again to take you home.
âJungkook?â you said his name quietly, almost in a whisper.
He turned around, watching your shorter and smaller frame from above, looking absolutely tempting. âYeah?â
âIâll go out with you.â
___
The week after the Halloween party was exhausting; there were exams, essays, and seminars.
Besides the exams and usual uni duties, Jungkook was very enthusiastic about your first date. Being secretive about what heâd planned, getting your friends to ask you what you expected from a first date in an unsuspecting way, not wanting to annoy you so that you wouldnât change your mind. It was very endearing.
You were also looking forward to the date, but you were much more subtle about it. Jungkook didnât care about secrecy as much, telling every single person he knew that you agreed to go on a date with him; the news spread fast, and every student knew about your date.
Taehyung reported to Sasha that he jumped up and down, screaming and shouting out of the windows, âI DID IT! I FINALLY DID IT!â And later, when the pizza they ordered arrived, he tipped the delivery guy 300 bucks and told him, "The love of my life finally agreed to go out with me; I wish for you the same. I wish for every longing soul to experience the same happiness I am in right now, but I donât think thatâs possible because only she is capable of making a human feel this way. Goodbye and good luck, brother."
As for your shared class, he was insatiable. It was about the only time that week where you were able to see each other, and he had made good use of those three hours. In just three lectures, he got you a Swiss chocolate cake with a picture of himself printed on it because Avery informed him chocolate cake was your favorite. He got you a beige rose Lady Dior purse because it "goes well with your complexion," and a pink diamond ring, which he said was "nothing compared to the future engagement ring, of course." Before he signed up for your class, he gave you a gift once every two weeks, so this was a lot even for Jungkook. You told him it was all unnecessary, and he said, "No, this is very necessary; gotta spoil my future wife."
You were drowning in your assignments, your MacBook completely overheating when your name was called.
"Yn! Thereâs a package for you on the table," Tanya, one of your roommates informed.
You got out of your room confused; you couldnât remember ordering anything in the last few weeks, and Jungkook usually liked to give you his gifts in person. âAre you sure itâs for me?â
Tanya playfully scoffed at you, reading whatâs on the package again. âIs there another Yn here that I have yet to be introduced to?â
You scoffed back, taking the package into your room. Your impatient self couldnât resist tearing it open to see whatâs inside. A note, a small box, and a big white box with the words âGivenchyâ on it. Your breath hitched.
The note read: âWear this to our date, gorgeous. Yours forever, JK.â
Almost scared to do so, you opened the white box, revealing a gorgeous, long blue silk dress. Then you opened the smaller box, which held a beautiful 24k gold necklace and matching earrings inside it. That idiot. You smiled to yourself, but quickly realized you shouldnât.
You were a princess, and you deserved to be treated like one; he was just a rich enough man to comply.
You freed yourself from the clothes you were wearing. Carefully, you took the dress out of the box and put it on.
It fit like a glove, harmonizing with your every curve. The neckline was low, exposing the perfect amount of cleavage.
How did he know my size?
You put the dress back into the box neatly and pulled out your phone.
7:26
Yn: How do you know my size?
7:29
JK: Iâm glad you got my little gift. Do you like it?
7:31
Yn: Yes, it is very nice; thank you. It was not necessary at all.
7:32
JK: Iâm glad, baby; canât stop thinking about tomorrow.
7:34
Yn: Iâm really excited too.
7:36
JK: Promise you wonât be disappointed.
___
Whistles and girly screams were heard all over your apartment when you stepped out of your room, wearing the blue silk dress that clung to your wide hips and showcased your full chest perfectly; in soft glam makeup and your hair in an elegant updo, dazzled with the matching set of necklace and earrings, a pretty black purse in your hand. You looked the very image of beauty.
âDamn, girl!â Nora let out, impressed by your beauty.
âDoes it look good?â you asked. You knew you looked beautiful, but you needed the extra assurance.
âAre you kidding me? You look ravishing, absolutely radiant; your body is just wow,â Avery complimented, observing you from head to toe. âIs that a new dress? Itâs soo fucking gorgeous.â
âYeah, it is; Jungkook actually sent it to me to wear today.â You felt your cheeks heating up at the knowing glances of your friends.
âMmhmh, heâs a good man, Yn; a good man,â Sasha quoted a TikTok sound. âHeâs so gonna freak when he sees you!â
âIs that what was in the package a few days ago? The guyâs got taste; gotta hand it to him,â Tanya chimed in. âWhen is he picking you up?â
You looked at the clock and answered, âJust in 3 minutes.â
About two seconds after you said that, a knock was heard from your front door.
âOoooh, somebodyâs eager,â Nora wiggled her eyebrows.
You walked to the front door, opening it after letting out an âIâll get that.â
Before you stood Jungkook, wearing black tailored pants and a sophisticated white button-up shirt tucked into his pants, emphasizing his small waist and his muscular frame. In his hand, he held a big bouquet of pink and red roses.
âHi, Jungkook,â you greeted him with a million-dollar smile.
He observed you with the biggest grin in the world, letting his eyes travel up and down your frame. âYou are the most beautiful woman on Earth. Here, these are for you.â
He handed you the bouquet, which you took gracefully. âThank you! Theyâre beautiful.â
Your friends freaked out, all attentively watching the interaction.
âLetâs go?â Jungkook said in a questioning tone. You nodded.
âNo funny business, mister! We want her home by 11,â Avery screamed while you and Jungkook made your way out. Jungkook laughed, giving her a thumbs up.
âYeah, you better not try anything with our girl; remember, we see all!â Sasha joined her, while Tanya and Nora made kissing and moaning noises, causing you to facepalm.
âLetâs just go, Jungkook,â you expressed in an embarrassed voice. âIâll see you girls later!â
Once you were out, you looked at Jungkook apologetically. âI am so sorry; theyâre literally so embarrassing sometimes.â
âItâs fine,â Jungkook chuckled, taking your hand in his. âLet them have their fun; theyâve been waiting for this day as long as I have.â
You bit your lip as your eyes met his longing ones.
âNow, letâs go,â he started walking faster towards his car. âI got us reservations at Quince.â
Quince was an Italian restaurant that you only heard of but never entered; it was much too expensive for you to even consider. It was not like you were poor; it was just that Jungkook was wealthy.
You both made your way to the car together; he opened the door for you and then entered himself.
âThis is a really nice car,â you stated, taking in the car with a wide-eyed look.
âYeah?â He started the engine. âItâs a Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero.â
You simply nodded, still looking around amazed.
âYou know, Iâm beyond happy you finally agreed to go out with me,â Jungkook admitted, one hand on the wheel and the other hand finding your thick thighs. âI lost hope there for a while, you know?â
âWell, what can I say? Iâm an incalculable girl,â you teased, putting a hand over his, linking your fingers. âYou will never figure me out, Jungkook.â
Jungkookâs dimple was visible as you gazed at him while he looked ahead.
âRemember when you told me youâre never going out with me? Well, now you are,â his voice reminisced. âSo, I think I will figure you out, Yn.â
You decided to push his buttons a little. âAre you telling me you would wait over two years to figure me out? I didnât peg you for a patient one.â
âI would wait a lifetime just to get a little piece of your heart and be able to call it mine, Yn,â he professed, his hands tightened, and his eyes gazed at you with yearning.
You didnât know what to say.
_
The dinner at Quince was a dream come true; Jungkook rented out the entire restaurant for you, the view was breathtaking, every dish was a work of art, and the service treated you like royalty.
âSo, do you like it here?â Jungkook asked you as you shared a slice of the best chocolate cake you had ever tasted.
âI love it!â you enthusiastically replied. âIt is so beautiful here, Jungkook; honestly, thank you so much.â
The harpist was in the back, playing soft melodies that warmed your heart. You could not believe Jungkook planned all of this for you, and a sense of regret washed over you as you realized this was the man that you had been denying for two years.
âNo need to thank me, baby; the important thing is that youâre with me,â he took a piece of cake with his fork and held it in front of your mouth, which you then ate, blushing. âI got something for you.â
Jungkook made a hand gesture, and as if on cue, a staff member came in, holding a framed picture in their hand, handing it to Jungkook.
He held it up for you to see; it was a star map, a very beautiful one. âThis is the star map of the day we metâ3rd of October, 2 years ago.â
Your eyes widened. âYou remember the day we met?â
âOf course I do.â
âJungkook, itâs so beautiful. Iâll hang it up on my wall,â you admired it while he admired you. âYouâre really spoiling me.â
âOf course, baby, thatâs my job,â he answered, taking your hand in his. âNow, letâs go; I have something planned for us.â
_
âWhere are you taking me now?â you inquired; his secrecy wasnât scaring you, but you were a naturally curious person.
âItâs a secret, baby. I promise youâll love it,â Jungkook kept his eyes on the road, responsibly, and his veins ripped along his forearms, your eyes glued to the thickness of his arms.
âUgh, fine, if you wanna be secretive about this, be secretive about it,â you feigned dramatic annoyance. âJust know that Iâm hating every minute of it.â
âI think I can live with that since weâre just three minutes away,â he teased, his dimples evident.
âThree whole minutes of me hating it⊠you are a very cruel man, Jeon,â you shook your head, enjoying the breeze of the Californian air.
When you arrived in the parking lot of a bar, he pulled up saying, âWeâre here!â before stepping out and jogging to your side, opening the door for you. You took his hand, letting him lead the way into the bar.
âA bar?â you asked in a suspicious voice. âJungkook, a bar is not the place you take a ladyâŠâ
He knew you were joking and chuckled lightly.
âJust wait till we get in; youâll love it,â his excitement was apparent, which confused you even more.
You stepped inside the bar, which was actually prettier than you imagined it would be; it had a calming feel about it. It didnât look like a traditional bar; there was a stage set up and seats for an audience where about 30 people were already sat.
âSit here,â Jungkook took your hand and brought you to a seat right in the front.
He made his way onto the stage, which led to you asking him, âWhat are you doing?â but he didnât answer your question and just stood in front of the mic.
âSo, uh, I wrote a poem a few weeks ago about the girl I loveâa girl I have been trying to get with for two straight years and failed every time. I know how much she loves poetry,â Jungkook spoke to the crowd, his eyes gleaming with happiness. âAnd exactly a week and two days ago, she agreed to go out with me. Actually, this is part of our date; sheâs sitting right there.â
He pointed at you proudly; the crowd cheered at the cute story he told and then observed you and cheered some more before letting him continue.
Jungkook looked self-assured, but there were little hints that showed you he was nervous to be standing in front of a crowd the way he was. âYn, I know your writing is way superior to mine, but I hope you like this regardless. Iâm gonna read it now.â
The crowd slightly giggled at his comment, but you could only focus on catching your breath and stopping your tears because you had never expected Jungkook to be as amazing as he was.
âIn grand halls where soft echoes linger,
I spread petals, gold on gray floors.
Yet no amount of riches can sway you
To feel whatâs in my heart, what I adore.
Two years have passed like silk through fingers,
Each moment woven with hopes and dreams.
But in your eyes, thereâs a distant wonder;
You craft your path, and itâs not what it seems.
Iâve painted skies with vibrant colors,
Called stars to shine above you, glowing bright.
But love, I find, goes beyond gold and shineâ
Sometimes a simple heart knows what feels right.
Yet here I stand in this space, laid bare,
With wealth at hand, but your laughterâs far away.
Iâd give it all, just to share a momentâ
To glimpse the dreams you cherish and replay.
Though riches fade like whispers in the dark,
My love, unyielding, still holds the spark.â
The crowd erupted into applause, gasps, and "awe's" and "Girl, marry him's" as Jungkook finished. You sat there, frozen in time and frozen in the words he dedicated to you; your heart beating faster than it should be, and singular tears rolling down your face.
Jungkook left the stage, eagerly approached you with the softest smile. âDid you like it?â
You couldnât utter a word; you only stood in front of him, shook your head slightly in disbelief, and threw your arms around his neck tightly, jumping into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. You cried.
âHey, why are you crying? Was the poem that bad?â he half-joked, running his hands over your hair soothingly.
As you finally parted from him, you glanced at his face, adoringly and implored, âKiss me.â
And so he did. He kissed you hard like a soldier reunited with his loved one after many years; his hands were firmly on your waist, exploring other places of your bodyâin that moment, you were alone. In that moment, it was only Jungkook and you as you lost yourself in each other.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, lost in each other before staying at the bar for a while, listening to talented poets reciting their work.
___
âI can drive you back to the dorms, or you canââ Jungkook started.
âNo, I think I wanna go back to your place,â you quickly interrupted. âOf course, if thatâs okay with you.â
After leaving the bar, you entered his car, lips still swollen from all the kissing.
âOf course itâs okay with me; you said exactly what I hoped youâd say,â he smiled. âYou know, the girls will probably beat me up tomorrow for not bringing you back.â
The drive to his penthouse wasnât long at all; it was just enough to talk for a while and enjoy the evening view.
âOh, absolutely not; they are totally secretly celebrating this because all theyâve been wanting me to do these past two years is give you a chance,â you admitted, also smiling. âNow that that happened, I can just tell you the complete truth; there is nobody more into this than them.â
âDamn, so even with a whole secret support system behind me, it took me two years?â He tsked, finding amusement in the admission. âThatâs embarrassing for me.â
You looked up at him through your lashes and tilted your head; he was focusing on the road, but glanced at you as much as he could. âIf you were anybody else, it wouldâve taken you five more.â
He leaned in to steal a quick kiss; the prideful expression on his face was clear to see. âThatâs really good to know.â
You drove around for the next 10 minutes; finally, you arrived at his luxurious penthouse, which was adorned with a huge terrace and a chic entrance that you rushed to hand in hand.
You had already been to his penthouse for the project, yet its beauty didnât fail to impress you once again; being in this position made it look even more magical.
As soon as you stepped inside, Jungkook grabbed your waist and gently held you, with his lips finding yours again. You stumbled into the spacious yet warm living room. As your lips still moved in sync and passionately, your hands roamed his body, exploring every muscle, every inch. Your gasps intertwined with his heavy breathing, your chest against his. He guided you to the couch and sat down, without breaking the kiss, and with firm, strong hands on your hips, he seated you on his lap.
Your heated core met his clothed, hard dick in sensual movements, the grinding gradually getting quicker and more effective. You felt his hardness press against your covered pussy, leading to feelings unknown to you. Your dress crept up higher with every movement of your generous hips, his hands now on your ass, kneading it while moaning into your mouth.
âFuck, Yn, you donât know how fucking long Iâve been waiting for this,â he breathed, breaking the kiss for just a second before going back immediately, earning an agreeing moan from you.
His hands wandered over your entire body, holding your slightly pudgy stomach and traveling up to your full breasts. You couldnât contain your moans from coming out, your lips moving against his as if they were made for them.
But there was something on your mind that you still had not mentioned to Jungkook.
âWait, Jungkookââ you interrupted your session with a breathless voice. âIâI have to tell you something.â
He was confused, his face slightly flushed with hazy eyes and parted lips. âYeah, anything, baby.â
âIâmâIâm a... virgin,â you almost whispered, still sat on his lap, lowering your head so you wouldnât have to face him. âBut I wanna do this.â
His grip on your hips loosened for a second before he firmly grabbed you again. âOh.â
Your heart sank a little, not knowing what to make of his response.
Just a few seconds later, he continued, âWe can take everything slow, baby; we donât need to rush into anything; weâll do everything at your pace.â
You nodded, raising your head again to look into his eyes. âThank you, Kookie.â
âOf course,â he kissed you gently.
âOkay, we can go back to making out now; I just have a tiny problem,â you noted, easing the tension caused by your revelation. âI donât have anything to wear, and I canât stay in this dress the whole night.â
Jungkook chuckled and slowly stood up. âWait here; Iâll get you a t-shirt.â
The few minutes it took him to get you a shirt gave you a chance to take in your luxurious surroundings; the lavish, over-the-top kitchen facing the living room brought a smile to your face, knowing that Jungkook in no way cooked or had any culinary skills whatsoever.
âHere, wear this,â Jungkook came back with a black shirt in his hands. âNext time, weâll be prepared. Gotta make sure you have your own closet here.â
Your heart beamed at his display of commitment, knowing he was serious about everything he said.
You took the shirt, turning your back to him. âCan you help me zip the dress down? I canât reach it.â
He obliged happily, zipping the dressâ zip down, his hands lightly brushing over your uncovered back, his lips pressing a small kiss on your shoulder. You turned around, letting the dress fall down, exposing you in just a lacy black lingerie set that left little to the imagination.
His gaze traveled over your entire figure, lips grazing his teeth with a spark in his eyes that conveyed a thousand unspoken thoughts.
âDamn,â he uttered after you put on the shirt, which barely reached your thighs. âCanât believe youâre even more beautiful than I imagined.â
With newfound confidence, you pushed his chest, resulting in him ending up on the couch once again, and sat down on his lap with an alluring smile.
âI wanna finish what we started now,â you purred against his lips, guiding his hands to your waist. The rhythm of your seductive hips brought his breath to a halt, guttural "fuck's" escaping him.
You quickly stripped away his shirt, revealing his muscular arms and defined absâall for you to run your hands over and admire, his dick noticeably growing. In response, Jungkook took off yourâor hisâshirt, leaving you in just a lacy bra, your tits practically spilling out of it; a sight he adored more than anything.
âShit... please, let me take off the bra,â Jungkook desperately implored, to which you just as desperately nodded. âJust wanna see you like that.â
His fingers toyed with the clasp of your bra before completely unfastening it, exposing your big tits and hard nipples. You were surprised at your lack of shyness, feeling completely free and comfortable, exposed in front of Jungkook like that.
âFuck,â he growled at the sight of your bare breasts before leaning in, gently taking one into his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
You pushed your head back from the overwhelming pleasure, one of your tits getting sucked and the other one getting kneaded, while you desperately chased the friction, your thinly clothed pussy rubbing against his dick. It was an erotic experience; Jungkook was introducing you to a new world.
âBaby, if you keep moving like that, Iâm gonna cum in my boxers,â he hissed, his strong arms stopping your movements momentarily.
You were both in a state of haziness; desperation was strongly felt in the air. Your pussy was sticky and slick, aching for more.
âThen fuck me, Jungkook,â you whispered urgently, his breath stopping for a second.
âAre you sure about this, Yn?â he sincerely asked, locking eyes with you to look for a speck of uncertainty; he didnât find it.
âYes, Iâm so sure,â you answered him steadily. âAll I want is for you to fuck me.â
With that, Jungkook didnât waste any time. He stood up, still grabbing your hips firmly while your legs were wrapped around his waist, and carried you toward the elevator, your bare chest pressing against his and your head lazily resting on his broad shoulders. Finally, he carried you to his bedroom, gently throwing you onto the bed.
He looked at you from above, lips caught between his teeth. He hastily put his hands on you, wanting nothing more than to take off your lace panties, the only thing holding him back from seeing you completely bare. So, he did, slipping your panties down your legs until theyâre completely off.
His fingers traced your now bare pussy, lightly teasing it, eliciting a gasp from you. âThatâs the prettiest, wettest fucking pussy Iâve ever had.â
You blushed, not knowing what to say.
Slowly, Jungkookâs hands moved to the waistband of his boxers, taking them off entirely. His thick, long dick was freed, settling on his lower belly. The pre-cum shimmered on it, ready to enter you at any moment.
Your breath hitched, taking it all in for a second; your eyes widened at the powerful sight before you. He stood above you, symbolizing dominance, while you were naked, sitting on the bed, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
âCan I justâŠâ you leaned forward, facing his pretty dick, giving it a lick.
âFuck, Yn, yes please,â he stepped forward a bit to give you easier access. âYou ever done this before?â
You shook your head, maintaining eye contact. His eyes darkened, turned on by your innocence. Strong hands found your hair, guiding you closer to him.
You gave him more licks and kisses, swirling your tongue around it and kissing every inch of it before finally taking it into your mouth entirely. He was big, so you struggled a little to breathe properly, but you wanted to keep going for him.
âShit, baby, youâre doing so good,â he groaned as your hands started working him while your full lips were wrapped around him, sucking him. âJust like that.â
Bobbing your head up and down, you slightly gagged around him, but your hand on his hip signaled him to thrust into your mouth further, which he gladly did. The huge bedroom echoed with his shameless groans and praises.
He smelled clean and tasted salty, sort of musky; it was comfortable having him in your mouth. You continued to explore his dick, recalling all the blowjob wisdom given to you by your friends and the internet, and implementing it.
âBaby, Iâm close,â Jungkookâs words were barely a whimper, sending more arousal to your slick pussy.
His words elicited desperation in you, desiring nothing more than to give him pleasure. You bobbed your head harder, his groans getting louder and his thrusts quicker. His hands tightened around your hair; it was obvious he was losing control, chasing his high.
The heat was building, Jungkookâs voice getting louder, and a few seconds later, a warm, salty liquid filled your mouth, which you instinctively swallowed. You released his dick from your grip and looked up at him.
His head was tilted back, eyes closed and breathing heavily before he finally looked down at you, leaning in and giving you a kiss. He put his boxers on again.
âYou did so great, baby,â he praised, now sitting next to you on the bed. âIâm glad Iâm your first... and last.â
You wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder. âIâm glad too.â
You stayed in his embrace for a few minutes; he soothingly whispered sweet nothings into your ear. With determination, you started grinding against him again; this time, your bare pussy against him. A rush of blood was sent to his dick, slowly getting erect again.
âYouâre driving me crazy, you know that?â Both of his hands were positioned on your moving hips, furthering the friction between you.
âYeah, I do, actually,â you admitted in a sultry whisper, licking his upper lip playfully.
âYeah?â His eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips.
âHmmm, yeah,â you tilted your head flirtatiously, giving in to another kiss. âSo, are you gonna fuck me today or not?â
Jungkook chuckled, clearly amused by your directness. âBaby, I just want to be sure youâre 100% sure about this.â
âI am sure!â you spoke with a tinge of urgency. âCanât you feel my wetness? I need you, Kookie; I need you to be inside of me.â
The contrast of your words and the usage of his silly nickname made Jungkookâs heart race. He felt the urge to take you right then and there.
With a quick shift, he stood up, grabbed a soft towel and put it on the bed, and gently pushed you so you lay on the bed, ready for him to enter. He towered over you, fingers finding your wet pussy again, playing with it. After removing his boxers again, he fisted himself, the sticky sound of pre-cum finding you; you enjoyed the view more than you would admit. He opened a pack of condoms and took one out, wrapping it around his big dick.
âYou sure youâre sure?â
âYes, Iâm sure, Iâm sure,â your bratty attitude started to show.
Jungkook came closer, parting your legs slightly, taking in the sight of your pussy, glistening for him. As he approached your entrance, he maintained eye contact. âThis is gonna hurt a little at first, baby, but tell me as soon as itâs too much, okay?â
You nodded, your eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness. âOkay.â
He held onto you gently and slowly entered your wetness, eliciting a loud gasp from you. As he entered further, you grabbed onto him tighter, burying your head in his shoulder and clawing his back with your nails. âFuck, this pussy is so fucking tight.â
âDoes it hurt, baby?â he gently asked through heavy breaths, his thrusts continuing to be soft. You nodded. âItâs okay; just a moment and itâll feel good.â
And he was right; just a couple of seconds into more soft thrusts, the pain transformed into satisfying pleasure that quickly took over, your gasps turning into soft moans.
âJungkook⊠fuck me harder,â you begged, pushing him down and closer to you; your bodies sticking together even closer than before. âPlease.â
Gradually, his thrusts became harsher, lips moving from your neck to your tits that were begging for his attention and his big hands that gripped your ass. Your desperate grip on his back firmed as you clenched around his dick, causing his breath to hitch. He deepened his thrusts, hitting your walls sensually, introducing you to a pleasure you never knew you could feel.
âShit, you feel so good around me,â his deep, grunting voice hugged you. âGonna fuck you stupid; nobody else can touch you like that.â
His ongoing rambling about how good you felt, how beautiful you were, and how long he had waited for this made you feel like you were the most cherished woman on Earth. You couldnât believe that this was happening. If someone had told you two years ago that you would be in Jungkookâs penthouse, his dick ramming into you deliciously; you would laugh in their face. But here you were.
To add an element of surprise, you suddenly changed the position, turning the both of you around and pushing him down to the bed, taking control as you rode him up and down. A cocky smirk formed on his annoyingly pretty face, looking up at you in admiration.
âYou learn quick,â he praised in a grunt, putting his head between your bouncing tits.
You were too lost in pleasure to respond, your ass clapping against his balls and your hands were all over his broad upper body, savoring every inch of him. Your head tilted back in bliss as his dick slipped in and out of your wet, tight pussy; a sight that Jungkook enjoyed very much.
âBaby, Iâm close, shit⊠Iâm so fucking close,â he informed with a breathy voice, bitten lips, and hazy eyes, dick thrusting up more desperately than before.
Your walls tightened more around his throbbing dick, indicating to him that you were also close. âYeah? Me too, baby.â
After a minute of passionate thrusting and bouncing, Jungkookâs body suddenly tensed, reaching the edge. He released a warm flood of cum with a loud âfuckâ coming out of his mouth.
With a grind of your hips, a moment later, you also reached a pinnacle, your breath hitching and your eyes closed. You got off of Jungkook and laid next to him on the bed, both of you still trying to come down from the high you experienced.
He slowly stood up, grabbed the bloodstained towel he laid under you to put it in the washing basket, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. âYou did so good, you know that?â
You simply smiled sheepishly, also getting up to clean yourself and pee. When you came back from Jungkookâs extravagant bathroom, he was lying on the bed now wearing boxers with an eager smile. âCome here.â
You obliged with swaying hips, your naked figure waltzing over to his king-size bed, laying your head on his chest. âToday was amazing, Jungkook. Thank you for everything.â
He held your hand in his, kissing your head gently. âBaby, that was nothing; I wanna thank you for everything. Itâs really special to me, what you did.â
âIt was easy, being with you and all,â you admitted in a soft voice. âYou know, I feel surprisingly very comfortable with you, Jungkook; itâs weird.â
That made him chuckle; his chest left a vibration. âI think Iâm gonna take that as a complimentâŠ?â
âYou should.â
âI donât think this needs to be said, but I hope you know this means weâre together now,â Jungkook started, now looking deeply into your eyes from above. âLike an item, a thing, boyfriend and girlfriend, soon to be wed, a coupââ
You stopped him with a giggle, laying a loving hand on his chest. âI get it, Jungkook, and I know.â
âGood.â He tightened his grip on your shoulder, smirking as he looked down at your naked body. âNext time, I wanna cum inside; so you better get started with birth control.â
âJungkook!!â
ââ-
i hope whoever reads this enjoyed itđ«¶đœđ«¶đœ btw the poem is completely AI generatedđ i really wanna make this sort of a series like write a bunch of different scenarios for this couple; pls tell me your opinion on that.
#jeon jungkook#jeongguk x reader#jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#bts#taehyung#yoongi#park jimin#namjoon#jung hoseok#seokjin#bangtan#jungkook#bts jeongguk#jeongguk smut#jungkook smut#suga x reader#jk x reader#jjk x reader#bts imagines#bts jungkook#bts x reader
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Took a bit of time to myself to finally sketch out my vision for Frida based off Andy Surianoâs Farewell. More design thoughts under the cut.
I know some were wary of her appearing too feminine, but honestly I enjoyed the challenge of finding a way to feminize the base turtle model and stay true to Andyâs wonderful design. I donât want her to just look like her brothers in a show that embraces their differences.
The biggest thing I added to her design was an exposed heart. My own little twist inspired by a real life issue some turtles deal with as well as a fitting ode to the artist she is named after, Frida Kahlo, who often drew herself with her heart floating outside of her body. (And yes I made the creative decision to keep her heart at her center as with many turtles.)
This deformity occurred during her mutation where the sudden growth spurt tore open a hole at the seam of her plastron. She has survived as long as she has because of Big Mama who uses mystic wards to keep her heart physically safe and emotionally numb. If you look closely to her plastron in the show itâs not actually a natural body part but rather seems to be an attachment of her trench coat. Likely a false cover to hide her obvious weak spot (or at least that is my head canon!)
I love the idea of her and Donnie having something they can relate to and Iâm sure heâll be happy to design chest armor for her down the line once sheâs free of Big Mama. Maybe someday Iâll figure out her full Mad Dogs outfit, but for now this is just her base and bandana.
As each of the boys embodies a shape, I found it all too fitting to have Fridaâs be a heart. Itâs honestly a cool shape that uses both rounded forms and sharp points, which I think would encapsulate her character well. Prickly on the surface but a softy deep down. I tried to find less typical ways of feminizing her. Sharpening her beak and digits while retaining the style of feminine eyes present in most of the female cast but matching it more closely to the unsettling shape of the eyes on her assistantâs mask.
Her markings are a color flip of Mikeyâs, where as his are yellow spots with orange outlines hers are orange with yellow outlines. Coupled with her yellow eyes to match Donnie and Raph, it gives her this fiery vibe that I think still sets her far apart from Mikey.
The mask was honestly the hardest part. I love that it further accentuates her heart motif and made her more expressive, but just giving her the obvious bow and calling it a day did not sit well with me. I decided to try more of a high ponytail look, but I think it still needs some work. Iâm pretty sure I like her with yellow though, both as a nod to Jennika and the idea of April giving her something of her own to help form the bond between the two.
Would love to flesh her out further but back to my usual stuff first.
#rottmnt#frida rottmnt#tmnt 40th anniversary#TMNT#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the TMNT#unpause rise of the tmnt#save rottmnt#character design#character reference#Frida hamato#Frida#big mamaâs assistant#kathaynesart#cw heart#exposed organs#exposed heart
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DP x DC prompt [3]
during one of the final psych evals at Arkham right before he gets to be released, the whole thing wrapped up so tidy, just a little relapse which involved a robbery. Getting sent back to Arkham, but he got to stay at the asylum so long that he no longer has to serve a prison sentence, score!
But during that eval his overseeing psychiatrist recommended him to have a change of scenery, some fresh non polluted air.
Riddler was rather convinced the guy was making this recommendation to everyone in Arkham in their own weird way to convince them to just leave Gotham and become someone else's problem. should he notify Batman about it somehow? nah, itâll be more interesting to see how this is gonna turn out in the long run.
But can he leave the state? Can he even leave the city? he never really bothered to look into it, at least not legally, up until now if he felt he needed to leave for one of his plans he just did it.
Turns out he can, itâs a whole hassle and a half though, first a judge and then a probation officer and heâs pretty sure both were like âwhat the hell is this psychiatrist guy thinking!?â but at the same time, shrink probably knows what heâs doing (WRONG) so heâs allowed to go visit out of state family or whatever.
he had to wear this nice ankle monitor though, Wayne Enterprisesâą tech, not overly bulky but still very present. real fancy, and a fun extra challenge heh.
now as for a good reason to leave New Jersey heâs going to need distant relatives, and he finds some, great grandpa walker also has a son, who had a son who had a daughter Madeline, who married some guy Jack Fenton, and she lives somewhere out in the boonies Illinois. great heâll visit her.
far enough away in all sense of the word that there is no way she knows anything about him. it would be best to call her first though, be polite about it.
âhello, you have reached Fenton works, this is Maddie speakingâÂ
âRiddle me this-â ah whoops, habit, oh whatever, âwe donât share parents, but certainly a part of your life, from laughter to strife. Who am I?â
there is a pause âŠÂ heâs going to be a bit disappointed if she hangs up if heâs honest.
âcousins~â comes the cheery reply.
âcorrect! the name is Edward Nygma, we are distantly related you and I and well-â
âoh you simply must come visit!âÂ
well this was rather easy, perhaps a little too easy, but she lives in the midwest so maybe just going with whatever some guy says over the phone is normal there? stranger danger not really a thing in a small town where everyone knows everyone?
things start to make a little more sense once he gets there and heâs starting to think some things might run in the family. like a preference for the colour green and weird hyperfixations and genius bordering on insanity. Though that remains to be seen, Jack does not seem like a very bright light after his very enthusiastic welcome.
their kids however are observant and sharp. young Jasmine is wasting no time trying to psychoanalyze him. and the boy, Danny, he had not really meant to and he swears heâs sticking with calling the kid Danny so he wouldnât seem overly familiar, but he might have called him little bird a couple times now.
but thatâs all whatever, heâs playing nice here. and he doesnât even have to worry about his eccentricities tripping him up because this place is insane.
There actually is a local teen vigilante active but he seems about as loved as heâs disliked. and the ghost boyâs enemies are basically all his own kind, which another crazy thing to now know about. ghost. they are real actually, how is Gotham not completely overrun? and how do they even work? and where do they keep coming from?
Edward might be getting a little sidetracked here. He had fully intended to sneakily get his next big game plan underway all the way out here, ankle monitor be damned. but he hasnât made any progress at all.
Instead heâs been listening to Madeline and Jack to maybe figure out what the deal is with these ectoplasmic entities, he has to know, at this point he might go crazier if he doesnât.Â
Heâs making Jasmine promise him not to get her doctorate in Gotham, heâs going back and forth with space riddles with Danny.
so yeah the whole thing kinda just became a vacation, maybe the psychiatrist had the right idea after all? hmm nah, probably not. but this is fun. Heâs thinking about recommending this place to some of the others.
It's different enough to get the vacation feel, but enough crazy shit happens to make it all feel like home.
it is not until Maddie wants to talk with him about potentially switching the position of godfather of Danny to him rather than some weird rich friend of theirs that Edward realizes he might have lost the plot somewhere
Apparently the little bird basically begged them with a powerpoint presentation on how he likes Edward so much more than that Vladimir guy.Â
And honestly, the fellow sounds like a Dracula Lutho so even if itâs kinda sad Edward can understand why heâd be considered a better option. Even if the guy has more money and a huge company that makes him said money. And itâs not like the Fentons know about his Riddler activities.
Thinking it over, Edward does think that Danny would like Gotham and Wayne has that space program thing right? The kid is definitely smart enough for that (Nygma certified), and yeah Edward does quite like their space themed back and forth. So, fuck it, why not, what is the worst that could happen?
He doubts Maddie and Jack are gonna kick it any time soon anyway out here in the boonies, itâs just a title thing, a stamp of approval or something.
he should have known he was going to eat those words later⊠he had this whole beautifully elaborate trap set up for the whole Batclan, and he was just getting to the good part when his phone went off.
Had to put the whole thing on pause cause that particular contact wasnât gonna get ignored. He did promise to be available.
If the whole thing he had planned now went tits up he could at the very least laugh later at the reactions of the bats as he told them to âhold up one second, I have to take this.â while they were all in various perilous positions.Â
Sadly he did have to go, he had a very distressed godson to pick up.
#dc x dp#danny phantom#dcxdp#dpxdc#danny fenton#The Riddler#jasmine fenton#madeline fenton#jack fenton#edward nygma#Story idea#it took me annoyingly long to figure out how to add a read more line btw#I was going to add some other things as well but I didn't want it to get super long#I imagine Vlad was absolutely furious about losing his godfather status#but our boy Eddie just runs circles around him and humiliates him every step of the way#there is only one vampire themed guy that can put the Riddler in his place and you ain't it chief#also I was planning on adding a thing where Edward ends up in the ghost zone somehow#which makes his ankle monitor go off#notifying the bats#because he either somehow managed to destroy the thing in an instant without making any of the build in warnings go off#or he's no longer on the planet
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Request/Idea-
Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)
Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) ïżœïżœïżœđ€
Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but donât make him an actual fatherâŠyet)
P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! Youâre art is just *chefâs kiss* infuckingcredible
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Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, âQueen and the tailorâ, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so itâs definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.
In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!
Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons
Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.
Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior
Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. Heâs drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. âMight I help you with anything?â You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.
Out of all the places, he certainly didnât expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit heâs come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The nameâs the easy part, as itâs neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. Heâll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.
If thereâs one good thing about his career, itâs that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didnât anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Childâs play.
âThank you for coming again today.â You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. âAlthough, I must sayâŠIâve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?â Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you canât imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, theyâve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems youâre just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth youâd hear in a courthouse: itâs his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isnât it just silly? He couldâve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentionsâŠHe stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.
The childlike innocence doesnât last long. Youâve agreed to date him and thatâs great, but heâs a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didnât imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. Whatâs the point? Heâs already certain heâll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, youâre not as cooperative as heâd wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. Youâre always calm and take your time with everything. Itâs almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when youâre moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.
Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself wouldâve shown before, yet this time itâs different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if itâs you. Thatâs all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.
Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and heâd started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you arenât aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? Youâll get to that later.
He canât wait to spoil you. See, thatâs the advantage of dating an older man. Heâs gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, youâre his talented little embroideress that wonât have to worry about anything else ever again.
#female reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#male yandere x reader#yandere imagine#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere headcanons#yandere fic#yandere lawyer#tw yandere#yandere oc#yandere original character#original work
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Wrong Delivery
Summary: Sleepin' with the hot construction guy doing the remodel at your work, he winds up buying flowers for someone else...
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI go on get! No outbreak/pre outbreak(you decide), fluff, smut, miscommunication, cussing, oral f!receiving, unprotected piv(don't do that, make smart choices), cream pie, Joel being a dork.
A/N: First time I've ever actually finished a Joel story I started working on! Many thanks to @strang3lov3 for the encouragement and taking a look at this, @jay-zzle as always for giving me ideas and making moodboards for me because I hate doing them myself! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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As you rush into the building, trying to avoid the construction team surrounding the place, a timid smile crosses your face when you spot Joel, the man responsible for why youâre running late this morning. Instead of getting ready for work like you were supposed to, Joel Miller decided he wanted to spend his morning coaxing another orgasm out of you, as if the three last night werenât enough. Itâs been a couple of months of this.Â
It had never been your intention to start sleeping with the hot contractor who had been doing construction at your place of work, you both just happened to be at the same bar one night. One thing led to another and now itâs been this, whatever this is.
âMorninâ guys,â you say passing the crew, each giving their own sort of greeting back, be it a grunt of acknowledgment or repeating the greeting.
âMorninâ maâam,â Joel says with a cheeky smile, âRunninâ a little late?â
âYeah, woke up late,â you shrugged, feeling your face heat up.
âThere you are!â Becky shouts, making her way towards you, âAngie is up my ass right now about where you are with those reports you said youâd get done yesterday.â
âOn it,â you sigh, âNice talking to you Joel.â
âOh!â Becky said with a smile, grabbing his bicep, âHi Joel! You guys sure have been working hard on all of this.â
You try to keep your eyes from rolling at Beckyâs consistent attempt at flirting with Joel. She has definitely tried her hardest to get his attention, made cookies âfor the crewâ but only handed some of them to Joel, tries to talk to him every chance she can, wearing lower cut tops so her cleavage is on full display, batting eyelashes and laughing at any dumb thing he says. Itâs starting to get on your nerves, if youâre being honest. Making your way to your desk you open the drawer, shoving your purse inside before closing it and turning on your computer. You open the teams app, sending Angie a quick message to let her know youâll put the file with the reports in the folder outside her door, grabbing the file and making your way to her office.
Becky is still talking Joelâs ear off and you have to stifle your laugh, watching his eyebrows scrunch together and his polite nod before excusing himself. She catches you as you're on your way back to your cubicle to start the work day.
âThat Joel Miller is a man,â Becky sighs, walking beside you, âThe things I would let him do to me.â
âOh jeez,â you laugh awkwardly, sitting down at your desk.
âI wonder what his dick is like,â she continues, âI bet itâs big.â
You turn to your computer hoping she canât see the look on your face because then the jig would be up.
âUhm,â you say, clearing your throat, âYou better be careful. Donât wanna get turned into HR.â
â
âHello,â a frazzled delivery guy announces himself at the entrance to your cubicle. âI have a delivery for you, miss.â
âFor me?!â Becky asks excitedly, seeing the bouquet of flowers. The delivery guy nodded, handing her the flowers. âWho are they from?!â
âUh⊠Joel Miller?â The guy says, looking at his sheet. Your jaw drops upon hearing his words. Why on earth would Joel send Becky flowers?
âOh my god!â Becky squeals with delight, grabbing the card, âAw! Look! It says darlinâ on the envelope!â
Becky opens the card, reading it aloud:
âFigured a pretty lady like you should have some flowers to look at. Been havinâ the time of my life gettinâ to know ya and would love to take you out. He signed it off with a heart and J. Miller! How sweet is that?!â
Beside yourself on handling this, the only thing you could think of was finding the man himself. If this entire thing between you two was just for fun so be it, but you needed answers.
âReal sweet,â you mutter standing up, âIâmâŠÂ uh⊠Iâll be back.â
âOkay.â Becky hums dreamily, staring at the flowers on her desk.
You make your way to the front of the building, spotting Gus, one of the construction guys.
âCan you tell Joel I need to talk to him?â
âSorry maâam, he had to leave earlier, something about Tommy.â Gus shrugs.Â
âUhm⊠okay.â You nod, deciding to make your way to the breakroom, sitting at one of the tables trying to collect your thoughts. Maybe itâs for the best that he left. That way the entire building wouldnât see you blow up. Are you even still supposed to see each other tonight? That had been the plan when he left this morning. What the actual fuck, you think to yourself, give annoying ass Becky flowers to ask her out, and then fuck you? That two-timing son of a bitch!
âSo fucking stupid,â you mutter to yourself.
â
You make it through the workday, as best as you can, trying not to think of Joel and how mad you are all while Becky continues to talk about him all day. What should she wear, wondering where heâd take her, what they would do, should she sleep with him on the first date. Hopefully, the Excedrin will kick in soon to help with the teeth grinding headache youâve had all day. Walking to your car Beckyâs shrill voice rings out wishing you a good evening.
âYeah, you too,â you grumble, pulling your car door open and throwing your purse inside. Youâre still so mad, fuming, seeing red as you drive towards your place. Once getting home, you quickly change into comfy clothes, and see you have a text from Joel.
JMiller: Canât wait to see you beautiful ;) Leavinâ Tommyâs
You scowl looking at the text. How do you even respond to that? Petty, thatâs how.
You: K.
You see the text bubbles pop up, disappear then pop up again before his face shows on your screen with an incoming call.
âHello,â you snap.
âHey,â Joel says hesitatingly, âBad day at work?â
âWell, Becky got some lovely flowers delivered at work.â
âOh?â
âYep,â you say with a harsh pop at the end.
âAnd?â Joel asks, âIs that it?â
âDelivery guy and card said they were from you.â
âFuck me,â Joel groans âThose were not for goddamn Becky!â
âSure about that?â
âI got them for you.â Joel argues.
âYeah, okay.â You huff into the receiver, rolling your eyes. âLook, I get it. Itâs fine if you didnât want this going anywhere but you couldâve been honest with me about it.â
âFuck, darlinâ,â Joel groans, âI do want this going somewhere! Like I said, the flowers were for you!â
âSure,â you say, shaking your head, âJust be honest, Joel. This has just been fun, thatâs it. Youâre getting your dick wet, stringing me alââ
âGod damn it! I am telling the truth!â Joel growls, cutting you off. âI even have proof!â
âWhat proof?!â You spit back, âThe proof of the flowers you sent Becky? Yeah, I saw them, and the card too. Sweet touch signing it off with a heart and then your name.â
Suddenly there is a knock on your door. You cock your head to the side, hearing the knock sound through the phone as well. Of fucking course, Tommyâs is a five minute drive to your place, making your way to the door you swing it open to see Joel standing there. His nostrils flared, phone held up to his ear, dropping it and angrily stuffing it back into his pocket.
âJust give me five minutes, I swear, they were meant for you and I have fuckinâ proof,â Joel says, holding up a piece of paper.
âWhat the fuck, Joel?â You groan, smacking your phone onto the entry table. âWhy are you here?â
âI was on my way home from Tommyâs. Figure Iâd come here first,â Joel says, holding the paper out to you, âGo on, look at it.â
You grab it, glancing it over. Farrahâs Flowers printed at the top, with your name listed as the orderâs recipient, eyes bulging out of your head as you look at him.
âTold you.â
âWait, then how the fuck did they get to Becky then?â
âSomebody fucked up, thatâs all I know but that is my copy of the receipt for buyinâ them in the first place, and that is your name on it,â Joel smirks in triumph, crossing his arms across his broad chest.
Your shoulders relax as you open the door wider, motioning your head for him to come in. He gives a subtle nod, making his way into your home, you slump against the door once itâs closed.
âJoel,â you start, âWhat the fuck are we?â
He cages you against the door, pushing his lower half into you. You sigh, looping your arms around his neck, looking at those dark chocolate eyes.
âWell,â Joel says, kissing your cheek, âI want you,â placing a soft kiss against your lips, âMore than just for sex,â he whispers, against your lips breathing in each other's air causing you to feel a dizzying arousal. Lips collide with him in a hungry kiss, tongues rolling against one another, gasping when his hands creep down to hook around your thighs lifting you, grabbing onto your ass before pulling you away from the door and carrying you to your bedroom.
Joel lays you down on your bed hovering over you, never breaking away from your lips, licking into your mouth with desperation like this might be his last chance. Arousal begins pool in your underwear. Hands gliding down his back, feeling the warmth radiating from him, lifting the bottom of his shirt until he finally lifts to fling it off.
âDonât want anyone else,â Joel husks, lightly biting your neck, causing you to moan at the sensation of his teeth against your skin, âJust you.â
âJoel,â you whimper as his hand travels down the length of your shirt, pushing it up to expose your tits, ducking his head down. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiffened peak before switching to give the other equal attention, kissing a trail down the soft flesh of your stomach until he reaches the top of your leggings.
âCan I?â He asks, looking at you, fingers hooking into your waistband. You give a firm nod and he pulls them off along with your underwear. He sighs once they are off, using his shoulders to spread your legs further apart, âSo fucking pretty,â he hums, nipping and kissing along your inner thighs, slowly making his way to your center.
You can feel his breath against your folds, trembling with anticipation for his tongue and lips to make contact, letting out a soft moan Joel begins lapping at your folds, sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth. Tongue massaging circles against your clit.
âFuck,â you moan, raking your fingers through his hair and lightly tugging.
Joelâs hum reverberated into your core. His mouth opened and he began to fuck you with his tongue while firmly holding your gaze. Youâre back arched at the sensation, letting out a gasp. You roll your hips against his face, his nose pressing deliciously against your clit. He grunts, moving his thumbs to spread your lips, licking a stripe up to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. Your legs begin to shake at the sensation.
âOh my god, Joel!â You whine, arching your back, feeling the band tightening within your core, begging for release. Joel sinks two of his thick fingers into you causing you to cry out, moving them to massage that sweet spot against your walls, âYes! Oh my god, fuck!â You could feel the smug smirk on his face, knowing youâre about to come.
âCome on,â he coos, firmly licking your bundle of nerves âLet me have it baby.â
You cry his name out over and over as you feel the waves of pleasure crashing through you. He continues lapping at your folds, wanting to make sure he gets every last drop before you push his head away. He crawls up the length of your body, the denim of his jeans scratching against your skin.
âGood?â He asks, you nod giggling and he smirks, grabbing the nape of his neck you pull him closer to your face, looking into your eyes he whispers a hi. You canât help the smile that spreads across your face, surging forward to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He groans into your mouth, grinding his bulge against your center, the rough denim providing friction against your core. His hand moves to his belt, swiftly unhooking it and unbuttoning his jeans. Hands sliding down to help him push the denim off his hips, boxers following suit. You grip his hard length, stroking it from tip to base. Palm spreading the precome over his long thick length. Joel lets out a soft moan at the touch.
âWant you inside me,â you whimper, rubbing his cock against your slick heat. âPlease.â
He bats your hand away, grabbing his cock to tease your folds more, rubbing his tip up and down your slit. You let out a moan when his tip catches against your entrance. Only for him to slide back up to your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles against you.
âJoel,â you begged, titling your pelvis, âPlease, please fuck me.â
Joel smirks, sliding his cock back down to your entrance, feeding you his bulbous head. You writhe, feeling the stretch. He sinks into you slowly, filling you up until his tip kisses your cervix. Fingers gripping his back, each of you letting out a satisfied moan.
âFuck, darlinâ,â Joel murmurs into your neck, nipping and sucking on your pulse point, letting you adjust to his size, âBest pussy ever,â placing gentle kisses along your jaw.
âJoel, move,â you plead, hitching your legs up on his waist, âNeed you to move.â
He pulls out slowly before snapping his length into you again, letting out a shaky breath at the harshness of his thrust. Your grip on his back tightens, sinking your nails into his skin. He lets out a hiss as he rocks his hips into you, trying to find that spot that makes you see stars.Â
âFuck,â he grunted, âDonât want anyone else, darlinâ.â
Breathy moans shared between kisses, sweat slicked skin gliding against each other. He pushes your thighs back further into a mating press, finding that sweet spot inside your walls.
âOh my god,â you whine, back beginning to arch, âRight there!â
His cock massages that spot with every stroke, causing your muscles to tighten. You can feel the coil in your belly tightening, walls beginning to flutter around his shaft as he drills into that spot over and over.
âJesus Christ,â Joel growls, feeling the heat of his skin slapping against yours, âI need you to come, baby. Ainât gonna last much longer.â
You moan wantonly as you feel his dick twitch inside of you. Joel holding out to make sure you come first. The coil in your belly finally snaps, sending you over the edge, white hot electricity flowing through every limb. He thrusts into you harshly half a dozen more times before his hips stutter.
âOnly you, darlinâ, only want you,â he grunts, as he empties himself inside you, painting your walls with his sticky release, âonly want you.â
Joel collapses, holding himself up by his elbows on either side of your head, nuzzling his nose against yours, placing soft kisses against your lips.
âOnly want you,â he sighs.
â
You spent the next hour, in each other's arms, talking, snuggling and kissing.
âI canât believe you would think Iâd want Becky,â Joel booms with laughter, eyes crinkling around the edges. You smirk playfully, slapping his arm.
âLook,â you giggle, âI didnât know if her flirting finally wore you down!â
âHi Joel!â He says in an exaggerated high pitch, batting his eyelashes, âMy, you sure have been working hard!â he adds with a girly giggle, lifting his pecs to create some sort of cleavage.
âOh shut up!â
âDid you see the flowers though? Like actually look at âem?â
âNot really,â you sigh, playing with a loose thread on your blanket.
âPurple tulips for new beginnings and love,â Joel says, planting a kiss on your cheek, âJasmine for devotion,â he continues, kissing your other cheek, âand pink roses for appreciation,â he smiles before kissing the tip of your nose.
âReally?â
âYep, the florist helped me pick them out,â Joel says, grabbing the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss, âTold ya they were for you.â
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Random Shit the Waynes Do on Social Media
Dick:
- The white whale of D1 and Olympic gymnastics athletes; always stitches their stunts and challenges, executing them perfectly, but no one knows who he is or who trained him
- Shares pictures of random children, and the whole internet becomes a detective trying to figure out if Bruce Wayne adopted another kid or if his gymnastics students won another trophy
- Photo montages of Haley being the cutest, which slowly transitions into Haley in whatever cute hat the internet can send to Dickâs PO Box
- Random video of him skydiving while giving tips on what to do if your chute doesnât deploy. He never deploys his chute doing the video and no one can tell if itâs a bit or not.
Jason:
- AI Voiceover text posts providing surprisingly insightful analysis into classic literature
- A full six part rant on the Broadway adaptation of âThe Great Gatsyâ
- Random selfies complete with wildly made up backstories of any and every new injury he has
- Prank war on Damian specifically (this was intended for Talia but his finger slipped and now the whole internet loves it)
Tim:
- Randomly goes live to do study/work/research with me sessions complete with an actually decent Lofi soundtrack that no one can find (He totally mixes it himself but wonât admit it)
- Did ONE social media vlog for WEâs marketing division and it went so viral he gets forced to do more. The dead eyed stare he gives the camera with every stupid dance the intern teaches him makes the video top-tier
- Cute couples videos with Bernard
- Skateboard tricks (and fails)
- Screenshots of text conversations between him and his siblings discussing the most random shit??
Cass:
- Dance routines/pre-show/GRWM videos
- Shakily filmed videos of her kicking Dickâs ass and everyone just calls her a baddie in the comments. She doesnât know what that means but she appreciates the love.
- Her and Stephâs late night food runs with the two of them just belting out to a song in a dark parking lot
Steph:
- Posts riddles and puzzles and how to solve them. Sheâs really good at it. Riddler hates her.
- Apartment tour of all the purple shit she owns. Sheâll never admit that the room sheâs showing off is her Wayne Manor bedroom, so everyone believes she just has a moderately sized loft apartment somewhere and she just never shows the kitchenette
- Her and Cassâs late night food runs with the two of them just belting out to a song in a dark parking lot
- POV shots of her going up to the boys asking them random questions. Dick matches her energy. Jason tells her to fuck off. Tim is barely conscious. Damian always has an overly rational answer to take the fun out of it. Duke just stares blankly at her (he always comes back later with a proper answer now that heâs had time to think about it). Bruce just stares blankly at her
Damian:
- Art reveals that never get many views but heâs still proud of nonetheless. Dick always comments on them to hype him up
- Accidentally recreates a popular vine that went viral and itâs just him insulting fellow GA kids under his breath but one of them says hi to him and heâs instantly polite back. His most popular video
- The multi-part experiment of him trying to Pavlov Tim, and when it actually works, Tim just chases Damian around the manor. The video cuts to black frames after Tim takes a flying launch at him
- All the pet videos. There are so many. People try to cancel him for exploiting them, but Damian clearly demonstrates that he would never force his animals to participate for views and how they will just leave if they donât want to do something. Batcow is in the background just two-stepping unprompted
Duke:
- Every morning without fail, he posts a daily sunrise pic of Gotham, with a positive affirmation caption. One day heâs sick and he wakes up to a thousand messages of people panicking because their favorite poster has disappeared. He never misses a sunrise again
- Passionate rants about local government. Will not shut up about it. He might be an anarchist, but heâs forever remain optimistic that one day the systems that define society will one day actually work for all people. Bruce has every single one saved so he can implement Dukeâs ideas into reality
- Boxing videos of him training with Luke. Itâs never meant to be a thirst trapâŠbut sometimes it is
- Dumb selfies. Duke unironically loves taking them, no matter what face he pulls, what filter he uses, not even caring where he is. This gets him in trouble the one time he posts one of him leaning off the edge of a high rise roof
Babs:
- Constant lectures on cybersecurity and internet safety. She teaches this at the library as a volunteer but feels she can reach a lot of people by building a platform
- Computer build stuff. Brands reach out to her for her reviews and she thoroughly discusses each product in length
- Rarely posts about her disability, but absolutely tears people to shreds when they make ableist comments about her. The only time she brings it up first is when City Hall takes over a month to fix their elevator and she calls them out on it
Harper:
- Electronics repairs. She constantly takes things apart to teach people how to fix it, and this can range from toys to cars. On more than one occasion , her video has been interrupted by someone who planned to be using the vehicle sheâs just taken apart
- 2 AM hair dye/maintenance sessions. She constantly gets comments from men being like âTherapy works too, yâknowâ or âNo, youâre so beautiful? Why would you do that to yourself.â She responds to the comments with a video of a gun pointed at the camera with the sole caption being âFuck Off.â
- Gym videos. She and Dick work out together and heâs the ultimate hype man
- Outfit montages of her getting ready for a random gala and sheâs always pulling off the most masc-looking suits that look gorgeous on her
Helena:
- Target practice. She does all kinds of trick shots and crazy crossbow stunts in a wide variety of outfits. Her most popular video is of her in a corset and platform heels.
- Her and Steph bonding over all things purple
- Outfit of the Day posts. The girl has expensive tastes and she absolutely shows it off.
Bruce:
- Occasionally does promo stuff for WE (because Tim refuses to do all of it, and their social media intern wonât back down)
- Shares absolutely wild stories from his college years that somehow always get proven to be true even when the whole comments section is just like âthis seems false???â
- Kid tour. He saw one mom do it and felt sad bc heâs never get the kids to agree, but somehow they all did (Alfred bribed them.)
- Shares everything from each one of the charities heâs involved with. Has reposted every single one of their posts on his own personal channel. It raises them hundreds of followers each time.
- One of the kids posted a video montage of Bruce being Brucie and itâs so utterly humiliating? But he wonât delete it because all of the comments say heâs their favorite billionaire and thatâs more than his own kids will say.
- Random Pride Month post. Every year it catches people by surprise and every gossip magazine always wonders if Bruce is coming out. Heâs just being an ally (and potentially is in denial).
Alfred:
- Prefers not to use social media, but one of the boys filmed him doing random things to teach the internet how to do things properly, like making the bed, doing laundry, etc. Is the internetâs favorite grandpa.
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hey what DO you watch on youtube? seems like you'd have some neat recommendations :3
i really loathe the like super-highly edited sound effect post-mrbeast slop most of youtube is now so i mostly like stuff that's like... calm and sedate. stuff i've been watching lately in no particular order:
northernlion vods and clips. he's an OG. i especially like his react court series, i must have watched all of them like five times.
speaking of OGs i've been watching zero puncutation (now fully ramblomatic) for like ten years and if anything it's only gotten better. best game review content on the internet. been really enjoying his more recent, slightly longer and more thoughtful 'extra punctuation/semi-ramblomatic' series too.
any austin's skyrim unemployment rate videos. instant classics to me, it's just a guy going around in skyrim trying to figure out the unemployment rate in every town. it's a very dry kind of humour, he plays it admirably straight, and it's weirdly calming.
kitten arcader's foot the bill videos. in a kind of similar vein, he watches the saw movies and then produces an itemized bill for everything jigsaw needed to buy to make his traps. it's kind of like... if cinemasins was fundamentally curious instead of fundamentally incurious, it scratches a similar sort of nitpicky detail-oriented quantifying itch but without inimical to the concept of art.
shuffle up and play. it's a magic the gathering play series that has enough editing that the gamestate is actually legible but not enough editing (or at least, not enough obtrusive in-your-face editing) that its annoying. i also like that they reguilarly play non-edh formats like cube and pauper.
spice8rack. i'm pretty picky about video essays but spice8rack has very obviously actually read books and has interesting things to say about the topics it discusses (mostly magic: the gathering). sometimes it has a kind of grating Theater Kid Energy but the fact that it actually meaningfully structures essays and analysis to earn the silly long runtimes is a rare delight from a video essayist.
jenny nicholson is a long-time favourite and another permanent fixture in my rotation. she's just extremely, remarkably funny which makes her the only 'basically just summarizing a thing' youtuber i think is worth the time of day.
i watch some sketch comedy, mainly wizards with guns and aunty donna, who both consistently put out really funny stuff that's kind of ITYSL-adjacent in its barefaced absurdism and contenmpt for concepts like "stopping a joke at the logical punchline". i also really like alasdair beckett-king and binging the old clickhole backlog for short-form comedy on youtube.
wolfeyvgc is right on the edge of the level of editing i find tolerable but as a long-time fan of multiple esports he Has It, he's absolutelyt fantastic at t elling the narrative of a tournament, explaining plays clearly, and generally making competitive pokemon esports thrilling and interesting ti someone (me) who#s never played it and doesn't care about pkoemon that much
i religously watch every elliespectacular/dathings YTP, the absolute best in the game right now, top tier snetence mixing and really good at actually setting up and paying off jokes in a way it feels like a lot of ytp doesn't. verytallbart is also pretty good.
trapperdapper is a channel i recently binged, it's a really fucking funny parody of minecraft challenge content that veers slowly from obvious angles of parody into pure absurdism with tons of blink-and-you'll miss it subtle visual gags.
too much future is a great youtube series where the two guys from just king things/homestuck made this world play through every fallout game and analyze them in that context. extremely funny and also just top-tier very sharp analysis. really good
another one of the rare good video essayists is jan misali. they're really funny and will go into topics that kind of seem narrow or strange to begin with in such depth and make them so interesting that it's consistently astonishing.
oh and finally sarah z makes pretty good videos. 'the narcissist scare' is an absolutely brilliant deconstruction of one of the most annoying pop-psych phenomena of the last couple years. and remarkably well script supervised i think did anyone else watch it and think 'wow the script supervisor on this must have been, a mind geniuse'
ok i think that's all i've been watching lately. hope you like whcihever of these recs you check out :)
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â âŠÂ sugar & spice | jeon wonwoo
PAIRING: bodyguard!wonwoo x celebrity!reader (fem!reader)
SUMMARY: it wasnât your fault you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, however, the people had a lot to say about that, especially since your father a public figure. but when heâs falsely accused of taking bribes and money laundering, your whole life falls apart, and things start to get out of hand and dangerous. thatâs when you meet wonwoo - the bodyguard whoâs been assigned to stay by your side and protect you 24/7. the only problem? he was really cold, but also irresistibly attractive. it was going to be a task to try and befriend him, but who said you werenât up for the challenge.Â
THEMES: bodyguard au, mutual pining, slow burn
WARNINGS: use of curse words, mentions of anxiety, social anxiety, panic attack, crowds, fighting, violence, kissing, suggestive, just wonwoo being a whole heartthrob
WORDCOUNT: 29.2k
A/N: this fic was so self-indulgent oh my god. thank you to rania @wheeboo for feeding my delusions for this fic and proofreading it for me, ilysm <33 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated ^^ i would love to know your thoughts! enjoy reading ^^
full fic under the cut
âall right, class, thatâs it for today. please come collect your mock test papers as you exitâ, the professor announces and everyone starts talking, the room echoing with voices and movement as people get up, their feet shuffling as they stand in line to collect their papers from the front.
you come up in front and your professor gives you a smile as he hands yours back to you. âgood job yn, near perfect scoreâ, he says and you smile back. âthanks profâ, you tell, beaming as you take your paper and move. but you donât miss the snide remark told by someone behind you and the few laughs that occur. but you ignore the comment and walk away.
you were used to people telling you that, people envying you and not in a nice way. youâd heard all kinds of things all your life. âbet they only got in because of her connectionsâ or âtheyâre only top of the class because of theyâre fatherâs influenceâ but all of those were very untrue. you were truly passionate about what you were studying and doing, but the people didnât seem to think so.Â
yes, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, coming from a prestigious family with a lot of influence - your dad being a huge business tycoon, which made your family really rich and influential. but growing up, you wanted nothing more than to be not associated with him. your name was always tied with his - and you hated that. it never gave you the chance to be your own person, to have your own identity, which you craved for.
growing up only became harder when your mother passed away when you were still young. she was ill and there was nothing that could be done to save her, it had been too late. your moments and memories with her were limited considering you were only ten when she passed away, but still, everything you remembered about her you cherished, and you aimed to make her proud one day, proud of the person youâve become. as a token from your mother, you had kept her ring and no, not her wedding ring, but another ring she wore. it was a dainty ring with a pretty pattern and you had always loved that ring as a child. so now you wore it, to remember her, to keep some part of her with you.
and of course, with growing up, the biggest struggle of all for you was making friends. when you were younger, you were actually good at making friends, you had plenty in fact. but as you grew up, you learned to see who was just befriending you for ulterior motives and whatnot, and you soon became good at filtering who you really became friends - close friends with. but in all those years, you only made two friends like that. they were the purest and sweetest souls ever - rania and skye. they were your best friends. they were your childhood friends and the only ones you opened up to and grew close to. while you still had a group of friends you interacted with on an everyday and casual basis, there wasnât anyone you were close with besides them. there was also your current boyfriend - jaehyun. it was silly really, you had a crush on him for a while and soon the news spread from god knows where and one day he asked you out. you were so head over heels that you said yes of course, because which fool would turn down their crush?Â
you're sitting across the table from your father, whoâs busy talking to someone on the phone. it was a weekly thing that you had to have dinner at your fatherâs house.
"yes i want to see a sample of the product before we send it into manufacturingâ, your father speaks to the person on the other line.
you stare down at your plate, moving your fork around as you listen to him speak. you and your father didnât have the best relationship, it was rocky and messy, to say the least. ever since your mother passed away, you both drifted apart, your father focusing on the business and you just trying to get through the days as you tried to cope with the sudden loss. and you both somehow stayed like that, drifted apart. but that didnât mean he was a bad guy. he still did nice things for you and you both had your moments, but it was strained. let's just say he wasn't the best father figure growing up.
you were used to having filler conversations about your life with your father like this. all he does is nod before he goes back to scrolling on his phone. half the time during your childhood and even now, you barely saw your father. he was always busy with work or attending meetings about god knows what. so that meant you were all alone in the big house which got lonely. thatâs when you decided to move into a different house, have your own space and make it cosy too. at first, your father wasnât too keen on the idea, but you were old enough now, in college too, so he agreed. so now you live alone in a house comfortable enough to make into your own little safe haven.
you unlock your front door, sliding into your house slippers as you trudge inside, discarding your bag on the couch as you open the fridge to grab a bottle of cold water to refresh yourself. today had been a long day. apart from studies, you also volunteered at a local cat shelter for rescues and the local public library. you enjoyed doing both things so you were more than happy to volunteer. they both had their perks 1) free cuddles and serotonin from all the kittens and cats 2) you could borrow as many books as you wanted so it was a win-win.
you were used to your father being on the news, he was a businessman after all, an influential man, someone important. but with all that came all the trolls, the hate and people who were obviously jealous and disliked him for no reason at all. all this in turn was also directed towards you. you were often called the silver spoon kid, nepo baby, or someone whoâs life was handed to you on a silver platter. for the most of the time, you tried to ignore them, but of course as any normal human, it affected you. you hated it at times infact. you hated how people could concoct a ridiculous assumption about you based on nothing and it infuriated you. but youâd learn to grow up with it, grow up being watched, hounded at, judged at and trolled at. that was what you get for simply existing and being born in a wealthy family. and somewhere along the way you developed an anxiety about this and it made you scared to get close and open up to people.Â
when you first joined college, it was hell. people took pictures without your consent all the time and they still did at times, but youâve given up at trying to stop it. you were used to people's cameras at you, fingers at you, talking about you and also using you. everyone wanted to be your friend and butter you up to you, but when you started putting boundaries, they were quick to call you names. you were surrounded by paparazzi going to you during the first week and even now on the occasional basis, someone was always following you and snapping pictures of you. even if you told yourself it was okay, it was not and deep down you hated it. but what could you do?Â
your father, well he didnât seem to mind all the comments being told about him, as long as his business went well at the end of the day. but if you were going to be honest, your father was pretty smart and he had a knack for what he was doing, thatâs what made him so successful. but that didnât mean he didnât hit bumps along the way, oh he did. you still remember the headline your father made when he invested money into a broken startup. but now he was making millions as the company took off.Â
today morning was a good day. the sun was shining bright and the clouds were white against the blue sky. it wasnât too hot, a comfortable temperature - it was the ideal day and you were more than happy about this weather. you get ready for college, it was your last semester before you graduated. you grab your phone from the desk table only to realise it was dead and you plug it in as you head to the bathroom to get ready. you quickly put on an outfit, grab your books, bag, and your phone on the way out. you lock your door and raise your hand to unlock your car, opening the door and sitting inside. you drive to college, putting on some music, in a good mood today as you softly sing along to the song that was playing on the radio.
you park your car in the parking lot, which was already crowded and you mentally cursed at the way people parked sometimes. you exit the car and walk towards campus, trying to unlock your phone but it doesn't open. thatâs when you realise it was still dead - silly you had forgot to turn on the switch when you plugged your phone in. you mentally curse as you walk towards class, hoping someone had a spare phone charger for you to use. but thatâs when you get a feeling - a feeling that you were being watched. and when you glance up, you can see people looking at you, whispering things in hushed voices between themselves. you brushed it off as nothing and continued walking.
a couple of people pass by you, looking right at you as they pass a comment. âsee i knew your father was a crooked manâ, he tells and the others laugh as they walk away. what? you were completely confused and the fact that almost everyone was looking at you as you kept walking made you nervous all of a sudden. this wasnât good. you spot your professor and he comes walking towards you, in big strides, like he is in a hurry. âhello ynâ, he says, faking a smile. âhello professorâ, you reply. âi would like to have a word with you, please follow meâ. he says and you can still feel everyoneâs eyes on you as you walk behind your professor.
he closes the door behind him and urges you to sit down as he takes a seat in front of you.
âiâm sorry to hear about your father ynâ, he starts and you furrow your brows, utterly confused. âi would like for you to meet with the principal so we can hopefully come to an understanding about how you will be completing your semester over hereâ, he continues and youâre lost.
âiâm sorry but i donât quite followâ, you say, and he just blinks back at you.Â
âdo you not know? have you not seen the news?â, he asks, surprised.Â
âwhat news?â, you ask again and watch as he fetches out his phone, handing it to you. and there it was, the headline that made your jaw drop.
âmr. __ a certified criminal, took bribes and laundered moneyâ.Â
what the fuck? your eyes quickly scan the article, reading the things your father was being accused of. there was no way he would do that, he wouldn't you thought. you look back up at your professor and hand the phone back to him, at a complete loss for words.
âi really had no idea about thisâ, you tell. âi think it would be better for you to go home today and then we can have a talk about this later this week along with the principal okayâ, he says and youâre dismissed. you take a deep breath as you open the door and walk out, and hallway is quick to quiet down and you can feel the eyes of everyone on you.Â
âhope your father rots in jailâ, you hear a guy say and the others laugh. you hear a few more snide remarks as you walk out back to your car and you take a deep breath again. what the fuck was happening right now. you start the car and drive to your fatherâs house because you need answers.
you storm into the house, and your father is already sitting down at the table with his lawyer. âcan someone please explain what is going onâ, you yell as soon as you see your father.Â
âynâ , your father says, upon seeing you.Â
âyou took bribes??â, you ask and you can see the small flash of hurt on his face before he composes himself as he answers you. âno yn, this is simply not true. i am being falsely accusedâ, he says calmly.
âso whatâs going to happen now?â, you ask.
âthis is defamation, there is absolutely no evidence to these claimsâ, your father fills in.
a week passes by and you somehow manage to make it to class, but obviously, everyone is still talking about you. rumors are goingand around like wildfire and people keep telling you nasty things, leaving you mean comments on your social media. even the paparazzi around you are following you everywhere suddenly and you hate this. your whole world was turning upside down and you find yourself driving to your fatherâs house that evening again, only to see people crowded around the house. puzzled, you get out of your car and you're immediately surrounded by the paparazzi and a hound of people as they recognise you. you see your father in the crowd and thatâs when you notice the police officers and then the handcuff on your fatherâs hands.
âfather!â, you yell out and he looks at you. you try to move forward, make your way towards him but someone pushes you down before someone else grabs your hand. âyou little thief, no wonder youâre so richâ, he mutters out and you try to pry his hand off you but he doesnât let go. âyn!â you hear your father yell and soon the police pry the man off you. you watch as your father is escorted into the police vehicle heâs driven off.Â
the camera flashes continue and people keep yelling nasty things and you run towards your car, getting in and following the police car. at the police station, you get a chance to talk to your father with his lawyer present.Â
âwhat is happening?â, you ask. âi thought you said this was a false accusation, why are you being arrested?â, you ask, looking between your father and his lawyer, jeonghan who was a competent man in his line of business.
âit seems there has been some evidence found", your father says, in a rather relaxed manner.Â
âso whatâs going to happen now?â, you ask, worried.
âi will have to stand trial and prove my innocenceâ, he adds. you see as he glances down at your wrist which youâre massaging gently.Â
âare you okay, i saw what happened back thereâ, he adds.Â
ây-yeah im okayâ, you tell quickly.Â
âno, this is not okay. youâre going to be affected by all the things happening now and things are getting dangerous and out of handâ, he tells.Â
âi can manageâ, you say.
âno, you cannot, things will only get worse from here, especially when the trial starts and they are all going to be taking their anger out on you. i cannot risk anything happening to you. so itâs decidedâ, your father says.
âwhatâs decided?â, you ask.
âyouâll be having a bodyguard with you 24/7 from now onwardsâ, your father adds.
âwhat? father there is no need-", you start before you're interrupted.
âyn listen to your father, he is rightâ jeonghan interjects and you sigh. there was no point arguing over here. in hindsight, things were bound to get out of control and having a bodyguard around did seem wise. the thought that something worse could happen to you makes you shiver.
âhire only the bestâ, my father tells and jeonghan nods. âi know just the personâ he tells, assuring my father.Â
you didnât step out of your house the next day. paparazzi surrounded your home and you were in no ability to go out without being followed. the pictures of your fatherâs arrest and your face were plastered all over the internet and new articles, with all sorts of headlines. by 12pm everyone seemed to have gotten tired of waiting (thank god) and your driveway was finally clear. youâre in jeans and a top, rummaging through your pantry when you hear your doorbell ring. you immediately stand straight. who could this be?
you walk towards your door and peek through the peephole but you can only see the body of someone and you hear a voice you recognise. your fatherâs lawyer - jeonghan, so you open the door.Â
âi didnât know you were comingâ, you tell and smile. âi texted youâ, he adds. âmust've missed itâ, you add before glancing at the other man standing next to him, who you noticed was quite tall.
âplease come in â, you add only for jeonghan to refuse. âno no, i must get going to prepare for your fatherâs case. i just came to introduce you to your bodyguardâ, he explains.Â
âoh, i seeâ, you tell softly.Â
âheâll be with you wherever youâre going. escort and protect you wherever youâre going. iâve already briefed him and given him a copy of your schedules, but if youâre going anywhere, he is to accompany youâ, he tells you, making sure you knew, like he knew you would try to sneak off.Â
âyes yes alrightâ, you tell, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
âwell, get introduced then, i have to get goingâ, he tells, as his phone rings and he walks off, leaving you standing in front of the door with this mysterious man.
as you look at him, you realise how tall he was because wow, he was really tall, and really handsome. he towered over you easily as you looked up at him. heâs wearing a clean, crisp black suit, which has been tailored to his body, making the fit perfect, showing off his build and his hair was styled to expose his forehead. his foxy-like eyes hold a mysterious but focused gaze. damn, he was hot. your eyes sweep over his body one more time before heâs clearing his throat and you're shaken away from your thoughts.
âhello, im jeon wonwoo and i'll be your bodyguard from todayâ, he tells, his voice deep as he looks at you, his alluring gaze catching your attention.
âhi! iâm yn! nice to meet youâ, you say a little too enthusiastically as you hold out your hand for a handshake. youâre already cringing at your actions but wonwoo reaches out and shakes your hand nonetheless and gives you a small nod.Â
after that there is a moment of awkward silence before you speak again. âum i donât think iâll be going anywhere today so you can start tomorrowâ, you tell. you didnât want him to be waiting around unnecessarily. he just looks down at you.
âi have been assigned to stay by your side at all timesâ, he tells. âbut iâm just going to be homeâ, you tell. âitâs fine uh - i can call you wonwoo right?â, you ask and he gives you a curt yes.
âright wonwoo, itâs all right, just clock off work, itâs fine for todayâ, you tell and he looks like heâs thinking before he speaks again.Â
âif you insistâ, is all he says before he gives you a small nod of acknowledgement, telling you heâll be here tomorrow before heâs turning around and walking off.Â
the next morning, youâre sleeping peacefully when you hear your doorbell ring. who was at your doorstep so early? you must be hearing things you think. after a few moments you hear your doorbell ring again and you groan as you let out a yawn, unwillingly getting out of bed as you drag your feet to the door, your eyes barely open, still laced with sleep. you open the door to see a tall figure in front of you, your eyes still unfocused and you're confused before you hear the voice.
âgood morningâ, he tells and you blink your eyes a couple of times before you realise who it was.Â
âoh wonwoo hiâ, you tell, trying to process this information. âitâs only uh-â â7amâ, he fills in.
âright, 7amâ, you tell, yawning again. âwhy are you here so early?â, you ask and your eyes a bit more awake now to take in the sight in front of you. wonwoo was adorned in another crisp suit, his hair perfectly styled and you could smell the waft of his cologne as you stood.
âmy working hours start from 7amâ, he tells matter of factly. âright, uh okay just come inâ, you tell, moving inside, not bothering to see if he was following you. you go back to your room to fetch your phone, seeing an email from your professor. they wanted to have a meeting with the principal - well this couldnât be good.Â
the entire time youâre getting ready, wonwoo is just standing in one corner of your hall. you told him he could sit but he insisted on standing so you just shrug your shoulders and let it go. you donât have the time to eat breakfast and you lock your house door, about to get in the car when wonwoo speaks again.Â
âiâll driveâ, he tells, holding his hand out for the key.Â
âoh no, itâs fine i can manageâ, you tell.
âiâve been told to drive you wherever you needâ, he adds, looking at you and he had the look of someone you did not want to interfere in his work with.
there was no point arguing with this man was there? you sigh, handing him the key and sitting in the front seat next to him because sitting in the complete back would make you feel weird. wonwoo somehow knew the route to your college and he parks the car effortlessly in the parking lot, which is honestly impressive. (or you just had bad parking skills shh)
you see the crowd as you step out, and through all the people and you can even spot a few paparazzi if you looked carefully. you glance back at wonwoo and then the campus entrance. if you went with wonwoo, you were definitely going to get attention - unwanted attention that is. he was obviously going to stand out in that outfit of his.Â
âjust stay here, iâll be back, itâll be quickâ, you say.
âi'm afraid i canât do that, iâm assingned to accompany you wherever you go as your bodyguardâ, he says, looking at you.
âi know, but iâll be quick, nothing will happenâ, you add as you unbuckle your seatbelt.
âi will be accompanying youâ, he responds. even with all those looks he was really dense huh, it was like talking to a wall.
âfine god just comeâ, you finally tell, slightly annoyed. jeonghan really got you a tough bodyguard didn't he.
as soon as you step foot on campus, everyoneâs head turns towards you and obviously everyone is whispering something about the man following behind you - wonwoo. you mentally curse as the crowd around you becomes larger as you walk, everyone stopping to see what was going on. wonwoo is quick to maintain an armâs distance outside as he walks beside you and making sure people don't surround you. you try to look down as you just walk ahead, straight into the principal's office. wonwoo stands outside.Â
âyn glad you could make itâ, your professor says, as the principal sits beside, just giving you a small nod.Â
âwhat did we need to talk aboutâ, you ask, looking between your principal and professor.
you watch as your principal sits up straighter, interlocking his palms on the table before they speak.Â
âi know you just have a semester left before you graduateâ, he starts off. âbut given the current situation, it would be hard for us to continue classes with you being presentâ, he adds.
âi could do online classesâ, you suggest but you principle just shakes his head.
âyn, we acknowledge the effort and dedication you have demonstrated throughout your academic journey at our institution. your accomplishments have been commendable, and we recognize the hard work you have put into your studiesâ, he starts. âwe really do ynâ, your professor adds.
âbut we have to bring attention to a significant concern that has risen due to recent incidents involving you and a related controversyâ, your principal continues.
oh god, where was this conversation going. youâre about to open your mouth to speak when your principle starts talking again.Â
âthe college has carefully assessed the situation and after thorough consideration, it has been determined that unfortunately, you will be unable to graduate at this time. this decision is a result of the impact of the controversy on the overall reputation and values of the institutionâ, he finishes and it takes you two seconds to fully understand the situation and what was exactly going on right now.
âwhat?â, you let out, shocked. âwe know this might be sudden but we are-â,Â
âno no, this is not fair, you canât do thisâ, you interject.Â
âit is fair, considering the reputation of our institution is on the lineâ, he adds.Â
âexcuse me?â, you scoff. âi'm in no way related to what is going on right nowâ, you add.
âit is involving your fatherâ, he says. âexactly, my father, not me. so i do not see why you would have to go to this extremeâ, you tell, not letting this go lightly.
âynâ, your professor says in a warning tone.
âfour years. four years of my life iâve spent studying and working hard and youâre just gonna throw that all away and not let me graduate over a controversy? over something that is not true let me tell you thatâ, you tell, upset. âthatâs not right and not fairâ, you add. âletting me graduate is the least you can do, itâs only a semester come onâ, you plead.Â
âthe decision is finalâ, your principal tells.Â
âwhat no, you can let me take the semester later, i can still graduate thenâ, you suggest, trying to be hopeful but the air in the room was tense.
âyn thank you for your time and we wish you all the luck in your futureâ, you principal tells, completely dismissing you.Â
âyou canât do this, youâll be hearing from me remember thatâ, you tell, standing up and pulling the door open, walking out. the hallways are thankfully relatively empty because itâs class hours and everyone was in the lecture halls or study rooms. but as you turn you bump into jaehyun.Â
âjaehyun hi!â, you tell as you approach him. âi'm so sorry i havenât been able to text you, iâve been so occupiedâ, you tell as jaehyun barely looks at you as you speak, checking his phone, texting someone else.Â
âiâm free this week though so i thought we could go out to dinner or somethingâ, you suggest, hoping that maybe a date would help you get your mind off things.
âyeah iâm not sure about thatâ, he tells. âoh are you busy? we can-â
âlisten yn, considering everything going on right now, i wouldnât want to be seen with youâ, he tells and youâre hurt by his words.Â
âbut i donât see how that matters if you like meâ, you tell, trying to hold it together.Â
jaehyun only lets out a small laugh. âlike you? i only dated you because you were rich, was a nice thing to boast about until your dad had to be revealed as a thiefâ, he tells, mocking you and his words sting.
âthatâs not trueâ, you tell. âi hope he rots in jailâ, he adds, before leaving, having completely trampled over your heart and feelings.Â
youâve completely forgotten about wonwoo and itâs only when you turn around that you see him, a few paces behind you and no doubt he heard everything, just great. you bite the inside of your cheek as you look down, walking ahead and walking straight to the car, embarrassed but also upset. you get in the car, not bothering for wonwoo to open the door for you and sit inside, tears welling in your eyes. wonwoo stands outside like heâs unsure, giving you a moment of privacy before youâre rolling down the window and telling him to drive you home.
the car ride is quiet and youâre just looking out the window the entire time, trying not to cry. it wasn't fair. any of this wasnât fair. you just wanted to curl up and hide right now. you can feel your stomach rumbling, protesting for not being given breakfast and you sigh, putting a hand on your stomach. now that you were aware, you were actually really hungry. you had half the mind to stop somewhere and buy something but you didnât want to deal with people right now.Â
âdid you eat breakfast?â, you ask wonwoo, feeling suffocated with the silence in the car.Â
ânot exactly, but i did eat somethingâ, he informs. you nod your head, thinking of what else to ask him.
âso how come you chose this bodyguard businessâ, you ask, glancing over at wonwoo.
âit suits me, iâm good at itâ, he replies, giving you a short answer.Â
âright, i seeâ.Â
a few more seconds of silence follows before wonwoo speaks. âare you okay?â, he asks, his eyes still trained on the road ahead of him. his question takes you aback. it had been ages since someone asked you that. are you okay? those three words that had the capability of making you rethink your life and look into yourself. were you okay? no, not really. life sucked right now and you wanted nothing more than to just curl up in bed and cry.Â
âi-i donât knowâ, you answer, letting out a sigh as your fingers play with your mother's ring on your hand, something you did when you were anxious or lost in thought.Â
âiâm used to it, itâs fineâ, you add quickly.
after a few more minutes, wonwoo is pulling up into your driveway and he parks the car, getting out. you donât know how this man managed to walk so fast because just as youâre about to turn your body to open the door, wonwoo is already there, holding the car door open for you.Â
âoh um thank youâ, you tell softly as you get out.Â
you realized it was going to take you a while to break into wonwooâs wall and befriend him. it looked like he was going to be with you for a while, until the trial was over atleast so might as well become friends. he did prove to be a hell though, it was like talking to a robot, but who said you werenât up for the challenge?
itâs a new week and wonwoo is driving you to the cat shelter since itâs your day to volunteer today. atleast during all these sudden changes in your life, this was a constant. it felt comforting in a way. the animal shelter was run by a sweet lady who also adored you. coming here always made you feel better, no matter how shitty your day had been.Â
you enter the shelter and immediately all the cats recognise your scent and meow, as if they were welcoming you. the owner comes out to see what the commotion was about and smiles upon seeing you.
âyn! itâs so nice to see youâ, she greets, pulling you in for a hug.Â
âitâs good to be backâ, you tell.Â
âwhoâs this mystery manâ, she asks, referring to wonwoo.
âmy bodyguard. with everything happening and the trial and all, things are getting out of hand â, you explain and she nods. âquite the catch isnât heâ, she says, teasing you and you chuckle.
âi'm so sorry to hear about all this though, just know iâm here for youâ, she tells.Â
âthank youâ, you tell, grateful.
âwell you carry on, i just need to finish writing these invoices and iâll join youâ, she adds, walking back to the office room and youâre left alone with all the cats.
âhello fluffyâ, you tell, looking down to the cat whoâs brushing against your legs,Â
wonwoo stands at the side of the room like heâs been punished even though you again insist that he can sit down but he insists on standing. you sigh, whatever suited him. you turn your attention back to the cats surrounding you and start your duties.Â
you had to clean their litter, feed them and make sure the ones who were on medication were given the medicine. after youâre done cleaning the litter, you realise you need to open a new bag of litter, the only problem? it was 15kgs heavy and in no way were you capable of lifting that huge bag to the litterbox area. you go back to the front and wonwoo is still standing, his hands neatly folded in front of him as he just stares at the wall. he really needs to relax you thought. you walk up to him, hands on your hip.
âi need your help, come hereâ, you ask and you hear the shuffle of wonwooâs feet behind you as you walk.Â
âcan you help me lift this?â, you ask, holding one end of the bag. wonwoo doesnât say a word as he holds the bag and lifts it himself effortlessly and carries it to where you want it. damn, he was strong.Â
you fill up the box with new litter, washing your hands and come back to the front.Â
âi have a surprise for youâ, you hear the owner say and she walks towards one of the boxes covered by a cloth. she uncovers it and a second later you hear a high pitched meow, followed by another and another.Â
âoh my godâ, you squeal. âpoe littered! i completely forgot she was dueâ, you tell, looking as she brings the box down and the kittens overflow out of the box in a frenzy, climbing out of the box and making their way towards you with their wobbly but determined feet. you bend down to see them and theyâre adorable. you watch as the battalion of kittens make their way to wonwoo, climbing on his shoes and meowing up at him, ambushing him practically.
you giggle as one cheeky kitten even climbs up wonwooâs suit and all the way to his shoulder, sitting there perched while wonwoo just stands there, completely ignoring the fact that he was being attacked by vicious kittens right now.Â
âyou should adopt that one, it likes youâ, you tell as you hold a kitten in your hands, referring to the one sitting perched on his shoulder.Â
âi already have a cat at homeâ, he tells and this piece of information makes you raise your brows in surprise.
âreally? you have a catâ, you ask in surprise. âi doâ, he answers quietly.
âoh my god, show me a pictureâ, you ask.
wonwoo only blinks at you. âi refrain from using my phone during work hoursâ, he tells smoothly and you roll your eyes.Â
âcome on wonwoo, donât be like that. itâs fine, just show meâ, you ask again. âplease?â, you add and wonwoo looks at you for a few more seconds before heâs moving his hand to remove his phone from his jacket pocket. the kitten on his shoulder makes a move, almost about to fall but wonwoo is quick to catch it and itâs now sitting in the palm of his hand, as he operates his phone with the other hand. he turns his phone towards you, revealing the picture of his cat.Â
âher name is oreoâ, he tells.
âaww sheâs so pretty and so cute!!â, you exclaim. wonwooâs cat was gorgeous actually. she was a black cat with white paws, white whiskers and a patch of white on her neck and chest.Â
âsheâs a rescue tooâ, he adds, and that little piece of information lifts your heart.Â
âthatâs nice. her little white paws are adorable oh my goshâ, you tell as you smile up at wonwoo. âtheyâre like little socksâ, you say, chuckling at yourself as you hand his phone back to him. you notice how the kitten in his hand was busy chewing the end of his tie. if you looked carefully, you could see the faintest hint of a smile on his lips right now as he watched the kitten playing in his hands. how cute.
wonwoo drives you back home after you finish all your duties at the shelter and you get a text from jeonghan about your fatherâs trial. the first trial was set for next week.Â
you're just at home and youâre certainly not used to the intrusion to your sleep at 7am every day now when wonwoo comes to work to start his duties. you told him to stay at home and youâd call him if you needed him but no, he didnât listen. so here he was at 7am on the dot everyday at your doorstep. you yawn as you open the door, mumbling something to wonwoo about changing his work timings to 9am instead.Â
youâre brushing your teeth, walking around the room and you can see wonwoo standing as usual. you wash your face and head towards the kitchen. you needed coffee now. you glance towards wonwoo occasionally because honestly, even if he was just standing there, he looked soâŠ.effortlessly handsome. oh my god. you should not be having these thoughts right now. it was too early for this. you really needed some coffee to get your head straight.
âdo you want some coffee?â, you ask wonwoo as you look at him.
âiâm good, thank youâ, he says. of course he was going to say that.
âhow do you like your coffee?â, you prod him again.Â
âblackâ, he says.
and of course he likes his coffee black.Â
âwell, i like a latte, ice or hot depending on my mood, sometimes with caramel sauce if iâm feeling fancy but otherwise mostly plainâ, you tell, dumping this piece of information onto wonwoo as you struggle to open your coffee powder jar. you try again but it wasnât budging. you try again this time, trying to concentrate all your strength onto your hand, but it didnât work and it wasnât opening. without a word, wonwoo comes forward and offers to open it. he takes the jar from your hands and opens it effortlessly in one shot, probably because of his super strength. you mumble out a thank you and instead of letting him go back to that sad corner beside the wall, you ask him to take a seat in front.
âwonwoo, you should know that you standing there at the side of the room like youâve been punished is just extremely weird. please sit, iâm not gonna kill you, seriously, iâm a nice personâ, you explain, your hand pointing to the stool that was on the left of him. âi would prefer-â, he starts. âno, i would prefer if you just sat please. youâre supposed to listen to whatever i say rightâ, you tell, looking at him with your hands crossed over your chest.
he doesnât say anything but finally takes a seat and you do a little celebration inside your head. âsee! thatâs so much betterâ, you tell, already feeling at ease.Â
you continue making your coffee and youâre halfway through making your coffee when you hear your doorbell ring. you glance at wonwoo before putting your mug down. but wonwoo gets up, telling you heâll check who it was.Â
âwho are you?â, you hear wonwoo ask as he opens the door and you walk up to the door, curious. âwho is it?â, you ask and when the person comes into view, you let out an excited squeal.
âRANIAAâ, you exclaim, accidentally pushing wonwoo to the side as you pull rania inside, only to see skye behind them. âOH MY GODâ, you exclaim again, pulling rania into a hug and then skye. meanwhile wonwoo just stands in the corner of the cramped doorstep, regaining his balance from your not so subtle shove.
âwhat are you guys doing hereâ, you ask, once all the excitement has toned down and both rania and skye are seated on the couch.Â
âweâve been seeing the news and everything thatâs been happeningâ, skye says.
âso we came to support you, it must be so hard right nowâ, rania adds.Â
âaw you guys are really the bestâ, you tell. it had been years since you last saw them, both of them having moved to different countries. though you guys were separated by distance, you were still connected by your unhinged and chaotic group chat.
âby the way, whoâs the handsome hunk over thereâ, rania asks, not so subtly.Â
ârania jeez, heâs my bodyguard calm downâ, you tell but you donât miss the glint in their eyes.Â
âis he singleâ, rania asks and you glare at them.
âstop itâ, you tell and skye chuckles beside you.
âwait, werenât you dating jaehyun?â, skye adds and your face falls. âyeah about that, he uh dumped meâ, you tell and skye is quick to pull you in a reassuring embrace.Â
âthis is your sign to date that guy, shoot your shot before itâs too late bestieâ, rania encourages, making you laugh.Â
âenough about me, how are you guys? howâs seungkwan and soonyoungâ, you ask, eager to know more about them. you watch as rania and skye exchange a glance between themselves before looking at you.
âtheyâre coming here tomorrowâ, they tell in unison and you almost yell. âreally?â, you ask, shocked but also excited.Â
âthey wanted to see you too so we dragged them along with us, but there was a goof up with the plane tickets and they had to rebook on a different flightâ, skye explains.Â
âitâs okay, we can all go out together tomorrowâ, you tell and they smile.Â
rania and skye end up going back at the end of the day and poor wonwoo had to witness you three maybe talk a little too much. you were sure he was glad when he clocked off work, beyond relieved he didnât have to hear you all chatter anymore. even though you told him he could leave early, that you were going to just be home, he again didn't listen to you, saying that he would stay, saying something about upholding his duty. rania bombarded him with too many questions and you were sure he was going to get more from seungkwan and soonyoung tomorrow, poor guy.Â
the next day youâre excited to see your besties again and wonwoo is yet again standing near the wall like heâs a statue. youâve given up at this point really. before they arrived, you briefed wonwoo on being nice to them, especially to seungkwan and soonyoung, who were probably going to hound him with questions again today. âdonât be mean to them if they ask you questionsâ, you tell, pointing a finger at wonwoo. âbe nice to them okay?â, you tell, adding a little glare to make sure your point went across.Â
you wear a simple yet cute outfit and before you know it, your house is filled with laughter and smiles as soonyoung and seungkwan greet you.Â
âoh my god, itâs so nice to see you guys!â, you tell, excited as soonyoung and seungkwan smile back at you. âsame here ynâ, they tell.Â
âwe planned a little double dateâ, skye tells. âmake it a triple date, you can ask wonwoo to joinâ, rania adds, winking at you and you roll your eyes at her.
âwho is whatâ, seungkwan asks, finally noticing the other presence in the room.
âmy bodyguard. given the current situation my father thought it would be bestâ, you explain.Â
âwoah he looks strongâ, soonyoung adds and before you know it, both the boys make their way to wonwoo while you girls decide on where to go for your little double or well triple date.
âhelloâ, soonyoung says to wonwoo. wonwoo only responds with a small nod of his head, standing still.Â
âhow long have you been a bodyguard for?â, seungkwan asks.
wonwoo glances at seungkwan, looks him up and down before answering. âfour yearsâ, wonwoo tells.Â
âwoah! so howâd you become one? is there like a special training school for this?â, soonyoung asks, completely serious and utterly curious.Â
âitâs a sub branch in the security industryâ, is all wonwoo answers with.Â
âcan i ask you a questionâ, seungkwan asks, bringing his hand around wonwooâs shoulder which wonwoo shrugs off in a second.Â
âwhat do you think of yn?â, seungkwan adds, acting like he wasnât just shrugged off by wonwoo.
âyn is my clientâ, wonwoo says, like heâs stating a fact.
âi know sheâs your client dude but what do you think of her, you know?â, seungkwan adds, trying to knock some sense into wonwoo, who clearly didnât have any romantic braincell.
âyou should take her out on a date, cheer her up. i'm sure she feels bad about everything happening with her father and allâ, seungkwan explains nicely.
âyeah!â, soonyoung adds. weâre going on a double date anyway, you can join us and itâll become a triple dateâ, soonyoung adds with enthusiasm.Â
wonwoo just stares at these two boys like theyâre idiots before answering. âthatâs not in my job descriptionâ, he tells.
seungkwan visibly gets annoyed. âman, youâre really dense you knowâ, he adds. âitâs gonna hurt your romantic life in the long run buddyâ, seungkwan adds with a look.Â
wonwoo doesnât say anything and that was the last straw for seungkwan and he grabs soonyoungâs arm, both of them making their way to the couch where you were busy chatting.
âokay, so weâre getting sushiâ, rania announces and everyone cheers. you guys headed to the sushi place, wonwoo, you, rania and skye in one car and seungkwan and soonyoung following behind in the car they rented. you reach the sushi place and you guys sit inside. it seemed like today was your lucky day because you didnât see any paps around or didnât anyone seem to recognise you. you all took a seat while wonwoo told you that heâd wait by the car. you asked him (while rania almost yelled at him to join us) but he was stern about staying by the car. you let him be because you didnât want to inconvenience him at the end of the day. you werenât going to cross his boundaries if he didnât want to. you finish your sushi date and come home happy and satisfied.
later that week, you get to meet with jeonghan, your fatherâs lawyer, to see how things are going regarding your fatherâs trial.Â
âso mr. jeon has been telling me you havenât been going to college? i know things have been bad but missing classes in your last semester is not the thing to be doingâ, jeonghan tells.
âheâs reporting to you now is he?â, you ask, your brow raised. âwell i did hire himâ, he adds.
âiâm not missing classes on purposeâŠitâs just thatâ, you start sighing. âthey told me i canât graduate because of everything happening and fatherâs controversy. something about damaging the institutionâs reputationâ, you tell and jeonghan sits up straighter.
âwhy didnât you tell me anything before?â, jeonghan asks.Â
âi was going to! but then it just slipped my mind, and i know youâve been busy tooâ, you add, hoping to redeem yourself.
jeonghan gives you a knowing look. âyn this is no small matter, i will look into this and make sure you can graduate. this is a ridiculous thing to doâ, he tells and you nod in approval. âthanksâ , you tell and he nods.
âhow are you finding your bodyguard?â, jeonghan asks and you already sigh.
âheâs soâŠi donât know, heâs so good at what he does but also kinda intimidating. he barely speaks it feels like iâm talking to a wall half the timeâ, you tell, chuckling. âbut heâs cuteâ, you add, that tiny detail making jeonghan laugh.
âi think itâll take some time to befriend him but iâm on itâ, you add and jeonghan gives you a look. âjust donât get too closeâ, he adds with a warning.Â
you were at the library today, you needed an escape and books seemed like the perfect solace right now. youâre wearing a simple outfit, black jeans with a purple top and a jacket on top because somehow even though the sun was up, the air was chilly and windy. youâre busy arranging the books that have been borrowed back in their rightful places, already knowing which book and genre goes where. wonwoo follows you around silently while youâre aimlessly talking to him about each book you pick up and put back on the shelf, offering him information about it - if you had read it, if it was on your TBR, if it was good, bad or worth a read. wonwoo seemed to be listening to you keenly. you grab the next book, and start telling wonwoo about it.
âi read this book years ago and i still love it to this date, the characters were so funny. but if iâm being honest the guy in this book was kinda an assâ, you add, as you locate the bookâs spot on the shelf that was all the way at the top. you went on your tiptoes to reach it, trying to place it but missed. âand now that iâm older, the girl in the book was also a bit stupid you know, like-â you continue, but you feel wonwoo come up behind you and see his hand reach out, taking the book from your outstretched arm and placing in on the shelf with ease. you turn around, looking up at wonwoo, who is now so close to you.Â
âwhy do you think the character was stupid?â, he asks, looking at you curiously. you blink up at him before answering, your mind suddenly distracted as you try to form a coherent sentence. âyou know like-it was young love and-uh and they did-some stupid things-that um-i only realised when i got older-â, you stutter out, a flustered mess as you continue to look up at wonwoo. he looked so pretty up close and you could smell his cologne, which only made you want to lean into his presence. you feel your cheeks heat up as you look at him, starting to get lost in his eyes, his gaze. the way he looked at you like nothing else mattered to him apart from you made your heart race. you could feel your heart thumping loudly against your chest as you opened your mouth to speak again but closed it as no words came out. you step to the side, trying to create some distance between wonwoo, but you end up tripping on the stool that was placed there, almost falling, but wonwoo is quick to catch you, his arms catching your waist as he pulls your body against his.
âwatch where you stepâ, wonwoo says as he holds you, and youâre acutely aware of how his hands feel on your body, the way he holds you, strong but gentle. and the way heâs looking at you makes your mind seem to go blank and the faint feeling of butterflies erupts in your stomach. ât-thanksâ, you quickly say before you straighten out and stand on your own. you quickly grab a book from the cart and turn around, trying to calm your over-excited heart as you pretend to walk ahead before wonwoo calls out for you.Â
âisnât the historical section that way?â, he asks and you look at the book in your hand. it was a historical book indeed. you huff out a breath and turn around, speed walking past wonwoo as you find the shelf and put the book back in place as you mutter to yourself about why wonwoo had to be so attentive, observant and stupidly attractive.
today is your fatherâs first trial and you were nervous,. even though jeonghan told you that you didnât have to come, you wanted to. you knew your father needed your support right now, regardless of how rocky your relationship has been with him. so here you were in the car, nervous, while wonwoo was well, calm. but it was nice, having a calm energy near you, it sort of grounded you.Â
you turn the corner to the court and god, it was crowded. people had surrounded the road and courthouse, media and paparazzi waiting to snap photos and cover the event. you realised how serious this was and what it would mean if your father was found guilty, shit.
you observed the crowd, ducking down in your seat a little, already feeling overwhelmed. you hated crowds, especially crowds like this. you knew it wasnât the good type of crowd and the sense of dread was already pooling in your stomach. maybe you should just turn the car around and go home. your hand is anxiously playing with the ring on your finger and as the car pulls up to the entrance to the courthouse, you can hear the screams and yells of people and see the flashes of light go off as the media take photos.Â
you gulp, anxious and the car comes to a halt. wonwoo swiftly gets down and he is quick to open your side of the car. it takes you a second to get out and the minute you get out, people surround you even more. If it wasnât for the police barricade and wonwoo beside you, you were sure youâd have been trampled.
wonwoo is swift as he guides you inside, making sure no one touches you. he envelopes his other hand around your shoulder, but doesnât touch you, having a gentlemanâs hand while he guides you and youâre relieved once you step inside the building and the yells of people die down. you enter the trial room and take a seat. you spot your father and jeonghan and give them a small smile. your father - well he looked tired. you were just hoping jeonghan could get him through this because you donât know what you were going to do otherwise.
the prosecution was really piling up all sorts of accusations against your father, but jeonghan was well prepared and defended whatever was coming up. firstly, according to what jeonghan had mentioned, there was no evidence or even if there was it could have been tampered with. the anonymous said person who was said to have tipped off the police with the evidence could not be trusted. jeonghan insisted that this person testify in court and that this anonymous person should be brought in for questioning.Â
by the time the first trial is done, itâs already been four hours. the next trial would be held in a few days where witnesses will be brought forward to testify. but from the hush talks in the room after the court was adjourned, you could tell no one was really on your father's side. your fatherâs company stocks had dropped, brand deals were pulling out and things were obviously not in your fatherâs favour at all. you were going to try everything in your power to bring your fatherâs company back up again and prove to everyone that he was indeed innocent. because thereâs no way he would have done those things, right?
as you manage to locate jeonghan, who sits down with you for a bit, he tells you about a message from your father.Â
âyou know the annual business charity club ball that your father attends every year rightâ, jeonghan says. âyeahâ, you tell.
âwell, obviously since you father cannot go this year, heâs asked you to go in his placeâ, jeonghan finishes and you give him a look.
âme? you know i hate that eventâ, you tell.
âbut itâs been planned and it cannot be cancelled, not even in this situation. so, youâre going and itâs final. i will text you the location and date later. but please go, atleast for your fatherâs sake. heâs losing a lot of people right now so if you could try to restore peopleâs faith and trust in you and your father, it would be helpfulâ, jeonghan tells.Â
âfine, i guess thatâs the least i can doâ, you tell as you look at jeonghan. âis he okay? heâll be okay right?â, you ask and jeonghan nods. âhe should be, iâm doing everything in my power to defend himâ, jeonghan answers.Â
you exit the meeting room with jeonghan and he takes off, saying he has to arrange some documents for the next trial. you werenât able to meet your father because they didnât allow you to right now which was a stupid rule. you walk out and youâre looking around for wonwoo but don't see him. and in your search for him, you make the mistake of walking towards the entrance, where the media people were. they spot you and in a second youâre surrounded, with people shoving cameras and mics in your face, bombarding you with questions, all talking over each other as you panic. you try to move but they follow you and soon, youâre being pushed outside and the people outside start yelling when they see you. someone shoves you and you lose your balance, almost falling as someone else grabs your left hand. you yelp out in pain as they yank your hand and just then you feel a figure come up behind you - wonwoo. his hand embraces your shoulder this time, as he holds out another hand to block people. you can feel the hand holding yours let go as wonwoo pries it off you and he pushes people back and people actually do move back because wonwoo meant business. he guides you to the car and you sit, finally away from the crowd. itâs only when you see wonwoo up front at the drivers seat that you realise you were sitting in the passenger seat behind. you didnât mind though. wonwoo is swift to take a seat and you can feel him look at you through the rearview mirror. he doesnât say anything, but starts the car and drives.Â
by the time you get back home, itâs late, already hitting 10:30pm. itâs only when you are inside does wonwoo finally speak.
âitâs dangerous for you to go out aloneâ, he says, standing in front of you as you put you bag onto the countertop.
âi was looking for you but i couldnât find you, i didnât mean to wander off alone like thatâ, you try to explain. âit was all too sudden, i really didnât know what to doâ, you add.Â
âjust wait for me next timeâ, he asks,
âbut where were you?â, you counter.
âi was at the east wing door, waiting for you to finish talking but when i looked inside, you werenât there.
âoh, i think i exited from the door on the other side, thatâs whyâ, you tell.
"if you donât see me, call me next time, pleaseâ, he says and you nod in understanding.Â
wonwooâs eyes glance down to your hand, the slightest marks of a bruise visible. âis your hand okay?â, he asks, taking a step forward to examine it further. âyeah, itâs fine, itâs-â, you stop as you look at your hand, only to see it bare. your ring, it wasnât there. you look down on the floor, thinking it must've fallen there but itâs not. your other hand caresses your empty hand where the ring used to be, hoping that it wasnât really missing but you donât feel it. you donât feel the ring. you feel the panic start to set in as you realise whatâs just happened. fuck. then it hits you, the courtroom. it must've been pulled off when your hand was grabbed. you had to go back there, you had to look for it.
âwe have to go backâ, you tell wonwoo, as you step forward, but wonwoo is quick to stop you.Â
âyn, itâs lateâ, he tells sternly.
âno you donât understand, i lost my ring, it mustâve fallen there, i need to find itâ, you tell frantically and wonwoo doesnât understand why youâve become so worked up over a ring.
âitâs just a ring yn, you can get another oneâ, he tells and you snap your head up at him, visibly upset. just a ring?Â
âitâs not just a ring wonwooâ, you tell, tears prickling in your eyes. âyou wouldnât understand, fuck, i have to-i have to find itâ, you tell again but wonwooâs hand is firm as he holds you back again.Â
âynâ, he says. âno we need to go nowâ, you yell, pulling your arm loose from his grip âiâll go myselfâ, you counter, trying to reach for the car keys on the counter but wonwoo pulls your hand away.
âyn weâll go later alrightâ, he tells. âno no no we need to go nowâ, you yell again, a tear escaping your eyes, rolling down your cheeks slowly. your vision gets blurry and you move back, panic setting in. fuck how could you lose your mothers precious ring.Â
âno no no, this canât be happeningâ, you mumble. you try to feel for your ring again, hoping that it was all just a misunderstanding, but your finger was empty. you donât hear wonwoo calling out to you as you ears start ringing and your eyes fill with tears again. âiâm such an idiot how could i lose itâ, you tell yourself, beating yourself up over the incident.
wonwoo realised you were having a panic attack, and he also realised that what he said could have been triggering. âynâ, says, coming towards you and you feel the weight of his hands on your shoulders as he looks down at you and you look up at him, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks. âweâll find your ring okayâ, he says, his voice somehow grounding you back to reality. âi promise weâll go back to find it, but not right now.â, he adds. another tear rolls down your cheek as you sniffle, looking up at wonwoo, feeling helpless. âweâll find it rightâ, you ask, your voice barely a whisper. âwe willâ, he assures.Â
wonwoo guides you to the couch and is quick to fetch you a glass of water. surprisingly, he takes a seat next to you, pushing the glass of water to you. you see him reach for something in his jacket pocket and then he reaches his hand out, offering it to you, his handkerchief. you gladly take the handkerchief and dab your cheeks dry, wiping your tears and sniffling as you try to calm down. wonwoo watches as you raise the glass to your lips and take a sip of water. there is silence between you both, unsure of what to say. you close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather yourself and your thoughts.Â
âiâm sorryâ, you mumble out, feeling bad at lashing out at wonwoo and maybe a little embarrassed about crying in front of him. you hated people seeing you cry.
âi should be sorry, it was insensitive of me to say thatâ, he says, as he watches you take another sip of water. you put the glass down, looking at your finger where your ring adorned it.Â
âit was my motherâs ringâ, you tell quietly after a few moments of silence. âafter she passed away, it was the only token i had to remember her byâ, you tell softly, lifting you head up to see wonwooâs gaze soften as he looks at you. âitâs the only thing i have left of herâ, you say, feeling yourself tear up again as you shift your gaze back down to your lap. you look back up at wonwoo and thereâs something different about him, a softness in his gaze, his expression and language. âiâm sorry to hear about your motherâ, he tells. you offer him a small smile. âitâs okay, iâve come to terms with it, besides i was really young when it happenedâ, you add.
you glance at the clock on the wall, seeing the time and releasing that it was late, that it was past wonwooâs working hours. âohâ, you say softly as your eyes glance at wonwoo and back to the clock. âiâm sorry if i held you backâ, you say, referring to the time. wonwoo quickly checks the time on the wristwatch adorning his hand before he looks back up at you.
âi can stay, if you want me toâ, he adds. âare you sure?â, you ask, unsure. he nods. âjust another hour thenâ, you ask and he gives you a yes. deep down you were glad he was staying back. you didnât think you could handle being alone right now, especially after what happened.Â
there are a few more seconds of silence before wonwoo speaks, suggesting that you should eat dinner perhaps, considering you hadnât really had a proper lunch either, being too anxious about your fatherâs trial.Â
âi need a burgerâ, you tell after a few minutes of silence. âdo you want me to place a delivery order for you?â, wonwoo asks. you shake your head. âno they donât deliver, weâll have to go thereâ, you tell and wonwoo looks unsure for a second. âitâs closeby, iâll show you the wayâ, you tell, already standing up.Â
you both get in the car and you show wonwoo the directions as he drives. you come by the place and park and youâre about to get out when wonwoo stops you.Â
âwait, let me surf the area, see if anyone is thereâ, wonwoo tells, opening his door and stepping out. by anyone he meant the paparazzi of course. he walks ahead a bit, his eyes searching the area for anyone suspicious and thatâs when you spot a girl sitting by the bench on the side looking at wonwoo. you knew what that look meant. wonwoo comes up by your window and you lower the glass, peeking out. you glance at the girl and then wonwoo, a laugh escaping your lips at your thoughts.
âwhatâs wrong?â, wonwoo asks, alert.
âthat girl over there is totally checking you outâ, you tell and wonwoo seems unfazed by this piece of information.
âi see three paparazzi, seems like they followed us. i suggest that you stay in the car and let me get you a takeawayâ, wonwoo tells.Â
âthat girl is totally going to ask for your numberâ, you add and wonwoo blinks at you.
âshe wonâtâ, he tells, dismissing your claims.Â
âshe totally willâ, you counter and he raises a brow at you.Â
âwanna make a betâ, you ask. âif you lose you have to buy me ice creamâ, you tell.Â
âwhat do you want me to get for youâ, wonwoo asks, resting his hand on the car window.Â
âget me the grilled burger with fries and extra sauceâ, you tell, handing wonwoo your card. wonwoo takes it as you tell him not to forget the extra sauce, adding that he should get something for himself too.
after about ten minutes, wonwoo comes into sight and just as you predicted, the girl sitting on the bench stands up and engages in a conversation with wonwoo. however, itâs short lived and wonwoo is making his way towards your car and the dejected look on the girlâs face tells you everything you need to know. wonwoo gets in the driverâs seat with the bag of food, which smelled divine, tingling your senses already.
âshe asked for you number didnât sheâ, you tell, teasing him a little.
âshe did notâ, wonwoo tells and you fake gasp.
âshe totally did, i read her lipsâ, you state and wonwoo shakes his head and gives in, amused.
âyou owe me ice creamâ, you state proudly, grinning at wonwoo.
âon what occasion?â, he asks.
âbecause you lost the betâ, you state.
âi remember making no such dealâ, he tells, like heâs teasing you, as he hands you back your card.
âwhatever, just know iâll extort this ice cream out of you one dayâ, you tell as you reach for the bag food.
you eat your burger in joy, proud that wonwoo in fact did not forget the extra sauce.Â
âdid you not get anything?â, you ask, as you chew, looking at wonwoo.
âi will eat something at home, thank you for the concernâ, he says. âdonât be like that!â, you tell, offering him a fry but he politely declines that too.
after youâve devoured your burger and fries, you sigh content. âthat was a good mealâ, you tell, satisfied. âif only i could get a desert nowâ, you tell, implying to wonwoo.
âbut i guess we should go, an hour is going to be upâ, you tell. wonwoo steps out of the car and youâre about to ask him what heâs doing when he walks over to your side and opens the door for you.
âdid you not want your ice cream?â, he asks and you look around before wonwoo tells you that the paps left. you smile and step out, happily walking up to the ice cream parlour that was right next to the burger joint. another hidden gem that served the best ice cream and sundaes.
you walk inside and sit in the corner booth all the way at the end. it gave you some privacy and was cozy. you donât even glance at the menu before youâre telling wonwoo what you want. âa chocolate brownie fudge delight pleaseâ, you tell, grinning up at wonwoo whoâs looking at you confused as he glances at the menu on the table, his eyes searching for the item youâve just named.
âbut that has two scoops of vanilla and two scoops of chocolate ice creamâ, he tells. you only look at him, confused. âand a whole brownie with chocolate sauce and nutsâ, he adds, like heâs questioning you.
âso?â, you ask.
âare you going to eat the whole thing?â, he asks and you scoff.Â
âdo not underestimate my ice cream eating abilities wonwooâ, you tell offended and just then the waitress comes, taking your order.
your sundae comes and youâre already smiling but when you take that first bite, itâs heaven and you sigh again, content with life right now. wonwoo looks at you like heâs still unsure that you can finish it.Â
âdo you want a bite? itâs really goodâ, you ask, pushing the bowl towards him. he politely declines again and you give him a look.Â
âyou know, you should live life more, because you only live onceâ, you tell, as you put another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. âi mean of course if youâre allergic to nuts or lactose intolerant then thatâs a totally different story, but otherwise if someone tells me that they donât eat or donât like ice cream, i wouldnât trust them you know. because how can you not like ice cream? itâs like one of the best things to have been created. if you donât like ice cream then thereâs a serious problemâ, you ramble on to wonwoo, whoâs sitting opposite you, listening to you keenly.
âalso you should really talk more, i feel like iâm talking to myself half the time because you never say anything or you're always finishing your sentences in two or five wordsâ, you tell, oblivious to the fact there was chocolate sauce on the side of your lip. âwe need to come to some sort of understanding because-â, you stop mid sentence as wonwooâs hand reaches out to wipe the corner of your mouth gently. you stare at him for a couple of seconds before the weight of his actions hits you and you start coughing, flustered. wonwoo is quick to pour you a glass of water and offer it to you.
âare you okay?, he asks, looking worried and you nod. ây-yeahâ, you respond, suddenly feeling shy. you eat another spoonful of the ice cream, looking down at the bowl as you chew, feeling your cheeks heat up and you glance back up at wonwoo, whose eyes are still trained on you, and heâs looking at you deeply like heâs trying to decipher whatâs going on in your mind. the way he looked at you, god, it made you feel things.
âweâll find my ring rightâ, you ask again as you take the last bite of your sundae.Â
âi assure you that i will try my best to find itâ, he replies. silence engulfs you both again.
âthank you for todayâ, you tell. âit was a nice distraction or change from the situationâ, you tell, feeling grateful. you check the time on your phone and let out a small gasp at the time.
âoops, i guess i kept you for two hours instead of oneâ, you tell. âthatâs not an issueâ, he says. âif you ever need me, iâm always hereâ, he adds and somehow the way he says it feels soft, like this was his way of initiating friendship, telling you that he was indeed human and there was a sincerity in the way he said it.Â
âthank youâ, you say, giving him a genuine smile. wonwoo drops you off at home and then leaves, bidding you goodnight. you lay in bed, replaying the events of today in your head, thinking about wonwoo. even if he perhaps looked a bit cold and indifferent, he was actually really sweet, quiet, soft and gentle. you feel a blush creep up your cheeks as you think about what he did earlier and you turn over, burying your face into the pillow, letting out an annoyed groan as you kick your feet in the air.
you donât sleep well that night, your mind wandering to your motherâs ring and all your thoughts filled with finding it. you would find it right? you wake up at an ungodly hour and still restless before falling asleep in the early hours of the morning. when you wake up, you sleepily walk out and see a cup of takeaway coffee from your favourite cafe waiting for you. you glance at wonwoo and then at the cup of coffee.
âi thought you might want some coffeeâ, he fills in. âoh god i did need some coffee, thank you wonwooâ, you tell, taking a sip, grateful for his sweet gesture.Â
âwhen can we go find my ring? i really have to find it, iâll never forgive myself otherwiseâ, you say, putting the coffee back on the counter as you go on a sleepy rant when wonwoo steps forward and holds out his hand. he opens it and lo and behold, your ring is there. your jaw drops and you look up at wonwoo.Â
âno way. you found it, you really found itâ, you tell as you take the ring, examining it like you were making sure it was really yours before slipping it back on your finger.Â
youâre so happy and you jump at wonwoo, hugging him, âthank you thank you thank youâ, you chant, feeling so relieved right now, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. thatâs when you realise what you were doing, making you step back abruptly, clearing your throat. âi mean, thank youâ, you tell again, as you compose yourself. he gives you an appreciative nod and a small smile and you feel your stomach do a little somersault.
a week later the next trial is being held. you didnât go for this one, but you got updates from jeonghan and of course the news. the headlines about your father were also ridiculous, but you were used to it at this point really. itâs like the whole world was against your father right now, everyone hated him and you of course. people were angry and demanding justice and jail time, saying he stole taxpayers' money and that he owned the people back, that he should rot in jail for the rest of his life. you shake your head and open your front door to go water your garden when you see another small box on your doorstep. you had been getting these all week. they were threats and normally you should have been scared. but you thought it was a harmless joke. youâd gotten countless threats on the internet so you just assumed it was someone having some fun. shrugging it off, you decided to not tell wonwoo about this.Â
the weird boxes continue to come, but you realise that they got progressively worse each time, the last two even had death threats, and threats about breaking into your house, but yet again, you didnât take it seriously. you woke up later today, having trusted wonwoo with your house code so he could enter and start his duty and not have to wake you up at 7am every day.Â
when you walk to the living area, wonwoo is there. âgood morningâ, he greets and you yawn, waving at him. âyou got a parcelâ, he tells and you look at the counter, recognising the box. âshit not another oneâ, you mumble but wonwoo is sharp to hear it.
you open it, and this time itâs a bunch of your photos, cut up weirdly. but the worst part, your heads were cut off in all of them and there was a cryptic message too. wonwoo comes forward, sees the letter and is quick to look at you. he reaches out for the letter, taking it from your hand before you can hide it and his eyes scan over the contents of the letter, his jaw clenched.
âthis isn't okayâ, he says. âit probably isnât a big deal wonwoo, iâve been getting them all weekâ, you blurt out, before realising it and you can feel wonwooâs gaze get more intense.
âwhat? and you didnât think to tell me?â, he asks firmly. âi didnât want to make big deal out it, itâs probably harmless, i get stuff like this all the time onlineâ, you tell.
âbut this isnât onlineâ, he says, emphasizing his words.âand it's always not a big deal until something actually happens yn, this is dangerousâ, he tells, clearly upset about this, raising his voice slightly.
he makes you show him all the mail and he looks stressed to say the least. âyn you should have told me about thisâ, he says, stressed. âhow am i supposed to protect you if i donât know about things like thisâ, he adds and you can feel his eyes drill into you.Â
âiâm sorry wonwooâ, you say, feeling bad.
âwell, it is a big deal and action will be takenâ, he says. âthey know your address yn, do a lot of people know your address, where you live?â, he asks, making you think and thatâs when you realise. âohâ, you say. âi mean paps are around my house all the timeâ, you tell.
âbut this isnât a papâ, he tells. âit means this person has been following you aroundâ, he says. âyou mean like stalking?â, you ask. âyes exactlyâ, he tells. you gulp, suddenly realising the weight of the situation.
wonwoo looked stressed the entire day even though you told him not to worry and that youâd karate chop anyone who came near you. he didnât laugh at your joke, obviously, just keeping a straight face. that night, wonwoo seems apprehensive to leave, worried about the threats you were getting, but you assured him that you were going to be okay, that you were going to lock all your doors and windows and sleep.Â
the letters and threats keep coming, each getting more violent and wonwoo doesnât like it one bit. âwe need to put some cctvs around your houseâ, he tells you. you argue that you donât really need it, but he insists, and to be honest, in the long run, it could be useful so you cave in and he informs you that heâll make the arrangements.
that night, youâre lying in bed, busy watching a show on your laptop. it was late, but you couldnât sleep so here you were, catching up on a tv show. but thatâs when you hear a noise from outside. you shrug it off and continue watching when your phone pings.
i can see you
what the fuck. you get up and try to look out the window, not seeing anything, but thatâs when you hear a noise and you see the shadow of someone on the wall. it moves swiftly and you take a step back, scared. your phone pings again.
looking for me?
you swear you feel a shiver run down your spine. you hear a rattle on your window outside and you gasp, anxious as you tiptoe your way there and you swear you hear a laugh, making you jump.
did i scare you?
another text reads and you gulp, backing up. fuck.Â
you scramble to unlock your phone and you dial wonwoo, not knowing who else to call. he doesnât pick up on the first go and you hear the heavy boots of someone outside before you hear your glass window break, a stone getting thrown inside. you dial wonwoo again and he picks up.
âwonwoo, fuck, thereâs someone here, i think theyâre trying to break inâ, you tell in a panic and the phone gets disconnected as you yelp in pain as a small stone from outside that hits your hand, breaking the window furthur as glass shatters everywhere. you hand stings and you clutch your hand as you try to ground yourself. you start panicking, and getting anxious, tears brimming in your eyes. your phone slips from your hand, landing with a thud on the ground. you try to reach out for it but end up getting cut from the glass you couldnât see in the dark. you suck in a breath as you feel the sharp cut burn and you move back as you sink to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest, hiding under the dining table. what if wonwoo didnât come you thought as a tear escaped you. you had to get yourself together. but then another stone gets thrown shattering your already broken window. shit, what if someone came in right now. this wasnât good. your thoughts only add fuel to your panic and you just try to huddle under the table, your hands shaking.
you donât know how much time passed and you donât even hear your front door open as wonwoo runs in. âyn?â, he calls out. your house was still dark and you can hear the crunch of glass as he steps on it with his boots, cursing under his breath.
he calls your phone which had fallen down, as it lights up and rings. âyn?â, he calls out again, an edge to his voice, seeing your phone that was discarded on the floor. you raise your head, accidentally hitting it on the top and you wince. you hear wonwooâs feet shuffle around and he bends down, finally locating you. he offers you his hand and helps you up, which you gladly take. heâs quick to assess your state, guiding you to your bedroom because of all the glass thatâs scattered on the floor. he locates the switch and turns on the light and you wince a bit from the sudden intrusion of light. you sit down and wonwoo sits beside you. âare you okay? are you hurt?â, he asks, looking at you carefully before he spots the cut on your hand, bleeding badly. you donât know how he found your first aid kid, probably his super senses. wonwooâs sitting next to you as he aids to your cut. he gently holds your hand. âitâs going to burn a bit okayâ, he says before he dabs the cut and you wince when the disinfectant comes in contact with your cut, the sting burning and you close your eyes. he wipes it a few more times before letting it dry a bit and covering it with a bandaid. he can tell youâre still pretty shaken up, in a state of shock because of how quiet you are and the way your eyes are still glossed over and teary.
âitâs okay, we caught the personâ, he says, trying to help you ease up. âhe was running away just as i came and i caught him. heâs with the police right now, but youâll have to go to the station to answer some questions tomorrowâ, he explains.Â
âheâs gone?â, you ask and he nods and you feel yourself relax a little. you were okay. it was going to be okay.
âi thought you werenât going to comeâ, you mumble out. âi would come running for youâ, he says, making you look at him. his gaze is soft as he looks at you. âreally?â, you ask, softly as you start to get lost in his gaze. âyesâ, he says as he holds your gaze.
once everything is settled, he stands in front of you. it was 1am now. âiâll see you tomorrow thenâ, he said and he turned around to leave when you grab the end of his shirt sleeve. he turns around, looking down to his hand that you held onto his sleeve before he looks up at you. âcan you stay?â, you ask softly, peering up at him. âiâm a little scaredâ, you add softly, your hand still tugging on the end of his sleeve. âbut if you have to go, i understand,â you tell, reluctantly letting go of his sleeve. âiâll see you tomorrow anywayâ, you tell, feeling like you donât want to burden wonwoo anymore.
âitâs okay, i can stayâ, he says.Â
you tell wonwoo to sleep in the guest bedroom, practically dragging him there because he said heâd sleep on the couch. there was no way he was going to sleep on the couch, especially after the windows got broken there. wonwoo was a bit stubborn, but he finally gives in after you threaten to lock him in if he doesnât listen to you.
you say a small goodnight before you retreat back into your own room. you fall asleep, only to be awoken as you suddenly feel hot. your head is heavy and you donât feel good. you needed water. you stand up, feeling a little dizzy before you steady yourself and open your door, heading to the kitchen. you turn on the light and reach out to fetch glass from the counter but your grip falters and it falls to the ground, shattering. you curse under your breath. youâre about to bend down to clean it up but you hear wonwoo call out for you.
âyn?â, he asks as he steps into view, taking in the sight of you and the broken glass. heâs prompt to walk closer. âare you okay?â, he asks. âyeah, it just slippedâ, you tell softly. his gaze on your lingers before heâs swift to pick you up and place you on the counter and you donât even have the chance to protest about it. âlet me clean this up okayâ, he tells and is quick to remove all the glass and neatly sweep the area. your head is throbbing and you donât feel too good, your head feeling heavy.Â
âare you okay?â, wonwoo asks again, observing you keenly and he can tell that something is off about you, that you donât look okay. ây-yeahâ, you say softly, answering him. âyou can tell me if something is bothering you yn, iâm here for youâ, he adds, his eyes still trained on you and you feel utterly exposed when he looks at you like that, like he can tell exactly what you were thinking and feeling. you gulp.
âi-i donât feel too goodâ, you finally admit.
he raises his hand to gently press the back of his hand to your forehead and you watch how his eyebrows furrow.
"yn youâre burning upâ, wonwoo says, checking your temperature again. you hop down from the counter, not listening to wonwoo as his arm comes up to wrap around your waist to steady you as you stumble slightly.
âyn, you need to get back to bedâ, he instructs, a worried edge to his voice. before you know it, heâs scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style back to the bedroom and you donât have it in your to say anything as he gently lays you down, adjusting your pillow for you. heâs quick to fetch you a glass of water. he asks you if you have any fever or headache medication and you shake your head lightly indicating that you didnât have any. he tells you heâll be back, that heâs just going to the pharmacy around the corner and you lay in bed, under the covers. the throbbing in your head only gets worse and you start to tear up. you fall asleep for a few minutes but awaken when you hear wonwooâs softly call out to you. you turn around, sniffling and wonwoo can tell you were crying, his expression softening as he sits down next to you.Â
he helps you take the medication for your fever, telling you that it is going to be okay, that he was right here. your hand brushes against his as you lay as you slowly fall asleep. you feel when his hand move and you reach out, grabbing onto his fingers. âstay, pleaseâ, you mumble, half asleep, holding onto his hand as you finally fall asleep.Â
you wake up in the morning and feel a bit better, sitting up. youâre about to get up when wonwoo enters, spotting you awake. âhow are you feeling?â, he asks. âa bit betterâ, you tell, still feeling a little tired.
âiâm sorry for keeping you upâ, you add softly, looking at him. âyou can take the day off today, iâm just gonna be at homeâ, you add.Â
âitâs not an issueâ, he fills in. âi got you some rice porridge, you should eat some and take the medication againâ, wonwoo informs. he offers to bring it to you but you decline, saying you wanted to get out of bed anyway. heâs a little hesitant but walks with you to the dining table where he brings the bowl of porridge to you.
you nibble on a few bites of the food, wonwoo keenly watching you and you feel like youâre being stripped bare again by the way he looks at you. âsorry if i kept you awakeâ, you tell, feeling a little bad.Â
âdonât apologise yn, iâm more than happy to be around and helpâ, he says.
after you eat a bit and take your medication, you sleep for a bit more, while wonwoo arranges for your windows to get fixed. you wake up after a few hours and you walk out. wonwoo is there, talking to one of the workers before he spots you in the corner of his eye. heâs dressed in rather casual clothes compared to his daily suits. today was just trousers with a shirt and blazer jacket. he still managed to look good. you were sure he would look good in everything. but the one thing you noticed was his hair, it was down, his bangs falling over his head. and somehow it softened his look, he looked so pretty. wonwoo makes his way towards you, greeting you.Â
âsorry if all the noise woke you upâ, he says as he takes in your appearance.
âitâs okay, i was up anyway", you say.
âtheyâre almost doneâ, he adds and you retreat back to your room, crashing in bed as you cuddle your pillow and youâre falling asleep again.
later that week, wonwoo was extra tight on security, he installed cctv cameras outside and the guy who was stalking you was put on a restraining order and fined. jeonghan had also messaged you about all the details about the charity business ball you had to attend in your fathers place. he said going to the ball would sort of put in a good word about your father while jeonghan was working on the trials, even though everything still looked uncertain as ever and the hate for your father just got worse.
the only thing you hated more than parties were parties that were held in the middle of nowhere. your dad always hosted this party at this venue in the middle of nowhere really, far from the city, saying the change of scenery added to the value and taste of the ball. youâd never gone to this charity business ball heâd hosted even though heâd invite you. you hated parties and all the people that came with it. it was tiresome and youâd much rather be at the comfort of your own home.
the charity ball was the news of the week, everyone was covering this and youâd bet some media people were going to be there being their nosy selves as usual. you end up meeting with your usual stylist - hwasa and sheâs more than happy to curate a bunch of outfits for you to try on and see which one works for the event. wonwoo accompanies you, standing in the corner of the room while you try on the twelfth dress, already exhausted by the whole process.
but out of all the dresses you tried, youâd liked this one the best. it was a white satin dress with full sleeves and you loved it. it fits you the best too. you step out, looking for hwasa but sheâs not there, probably gone to get a few more dresses. you see wonwoo, his eyes catching yours and you see the way they change, widening a little before going back to his stoic expression.Â
âhow do i look?â, you ask wonwoo, looking at him expectantly. he clears his throat before speaking. âyou look prettyâ, he says and you give him a look. âjust pretty? you have to give me more wonwoo. how do we like it from the other dresses?â, you ask, prodding him.
âitâs the best fit compared to the others and compliments you wellâ, he adds. âright! i thought so too!â, you tell, smiling. just then hwasa appears, smiling as she sees you. âthis is the oneâ, she says as she looks at you and you do a little twirl for her. âyup, let's go with this oneâ, you tell.
you decide to get an outfit for wonwoo too, you wanted him to look good so you send him with hwasa to get him an outfit, even though he said that he was alright, you insisted.
after the day is over, you head home, tired. the charity ball was on the weekend and it was already wednesday. you were not looking forward to this at all but you were only doing it for your fatherâs sake. and after all, the company was going to come into your hands later so you might as well show them who you are and what you were capable of, right?
you were supposed to ideally leave on friday night to the venue and stay at a hotel nearby, but you were nervous and somehow at last minute, the hotel you booked cancelled on you, so you just decided to go on the same evening, except it would be a three hour drive. youâre a frantic mess that morning. from going to hwasaâs studio to get your makeup and hair done, and you go back home, leaving from there after changing. the only hitch was they didnât have the shoes you chose in your size even though it was ordered but it didnât come on time, so now you were stuck with shoes that were a tad bit tight, but you had to put up with it in the name of fashion.Â
youâre all ready and you hear a knock on your door. âthe car is ready, iâll be waiting outsideâ, you hear wonwoo tell.
"i'll be there in a minute", you yell out as you quickly check your appearance in the mirror before you head out. it was going to be okay hopefully, but you couldnât help the feeling of dread already pooling in your stomach. you give yourself a smile in the mirror before walking out, your shoes already starting to feel uncomfortable. you have your small handbag with your stuff and grab your house key, locking up before turning around and your jaw almost drops on the floor because holy shit.
wonwoo. he looked gorgeous. he was wearing a black turtleneck paired with a black blazer. his hair was styled but over his forehead and he was wearing glasses. god. you stand there for a whole 30 seconds just staring at wonwoo because wow, he looks so hot right now. youâre not even looking when you take the next step, completely misplacing where you put your foot, tripping down the step but you feel a pair of hands grab your waist, steadying you as wonwoo is quick to catch you. your hands are draped on wonwoo as you look up at him and suddenly heâs so close and he smells so good. you can smell his cologne and it just draws you in more. youâre staring at wonwoo, surprised and your eyes flicker down to his lips for a split second before glancing back up.Â
âwoah are you okayâ, he asks, worried as he helps you get back on your feet, his hands still lingering around your waist.Â
ây-yeahâ, you mumble out, clearing your throat, and youâre acutely aware of his hands on your body again, making your cheeks heat up. your hand is still clutching wonwooâs hand before you pull your hand away, gulping as you look down.
you sit behind because your dress needs space so it wonât crease and you glance at wonwoo occasionally as he drives, his side profile is so pretty. he looked pretty hot with glasses and you were suddenly wondering why he didnât wear them more often. you shift your legs and feel a dull pinch in your feet as you look at your heels. youâd have ideally removed them in the car but it had the most confusing way to tie them up and theyâd been tied nicely already. you didnât want to ruin that so you let it be, sighing. but little did you know that wonwoo would also occasionally look back at you through the rearview mirror. he thought you looked gorgeous tonight.
the car ride is silent except for some soft music playing and your mind starts wandering to the event, trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.
you can tell youâre close when you see all the lights and the venue up front along with the bunch of cars. you take a deep breath, trying to ease your nervousness. your nerves start to hit you more as the car stands in line to walk to the red carpet. you can hear the people, the fans and see the countless media and news reporters whoâve come to cover the event.Â
soon itâs your turn to walk the red carpet and get to the ball. youâre so nervous that your hands are almost shaking and you hate it. you hate the flashes and the crowd already. the car comes to a halt and wonwoo gets down, rushing to your side and opening the door for you. now that the door was open, all the noise was amplified. you take a breath before you see wonwoo offer his hand to you and you look up at him, the look of panic evident on your face as you get up, and wonwoo can feel the way your hand shakes in his, giving you a small but somewhat comforting squeeze as you put on a fake smile as you step out. you walk ahead, posing for a few pictures before you walk ahead, wonwoo walking behind you.Â
you get in and youâre greeted by a bunch of people, some you know, some you donât. most of them were your fatherâs business partners, people he worked with or were friends and relatives. the rest were just invited for courtesy.Â
youâre offered a glass of champagne as you enter and you take it, and walk ahead. but as you walk you can feel everyoneâs eyes on you, you can feel the weight of their gazes and they all talk in hushed voices as you walk past. you see your fatherâs friends and go up to them, greeting him.
âhelloâ, you say nicely and they greet you but are rather hostile. they make small remarks about your father and his situation, joking about not wanting to be seen with you as to protect their reputation. theyâre laughing as youâre just standing there, trying not to lose it as you excuse yourself and walk away. your father really had shitty friends, you had to say that. you turn around and spot wonwoo to the side of the room at the back, along with all the other bodyguards as his eyes find yours. you give him a small smile and he nods, smiling ever so softly.
you walk around and talk around to a few people, some feigning sympathy and pity for your dad while others downright insult him. you countered these claims to every person, saying he didnât do it but they all just laughed or shook their heads. finally, it was time for the ball and event to begin and you took a seat. as you were the host have to technically open the thing so here you were, walking up to the stage, your feet killing you already and your nerves ready to snap at any second. as you take the stage and see the sea of people in front of you, you feel the anxiety pool in your stomach and you gulp. you can feel everyoneâs eyes on you, boring into you and suddenly you feel like youâd committed a thousand crimes and everyone was judging you.
âgood evening ladies and gentlemenâ, you say, giving the audience a small smile.Â
âi am here tonight on behalf of my father, but i welcome you all and would like to thank you all for coming. the proceeds raised at this ball will be going to children and people in need. thank you for coming once again and have a great nightâ, you tell, people clapping and you walk off.
another host takes over from here and you walk down the stage, holding your dress up as you look down and see someone you really did not want to be seeing right now - your dadâs business partner's son, who was a #1 asshole.
heâd always been a snob and you almost roll your eyes at the sight of him. you see people writing cheques and putting them in the donation box and in the other room people were dancing to the live band who were playing music.
âhello yn, long time no seeâ, he says, flashing you his smile, which you didnât reciprocate. âhiâ, you say.
ânice partyâ, he adds. âthanksâ, you say.
âi would like to offer you the first danceâ, he asks, giving you a mischievous smile. âoh no thatâs alrightâ, you say but he doesnât listen.
âcome on, donât be a spoilsportâ, he says, taking your hand and taking you along with him to the other side of the room. and soon, his hand is on your waist and heâs smirking at you as you both slowly move. you can see people looking at you but you try to ignore it.
âhowâs your dad? i bet things are hard right nowâ, he says.
âyeah, but iâm sure the truth will be revealed at the endâ, you say.
he laughs, making a few snide remarks about your father, which you try to ignore. but suddenly you feel the thread youâre trying to hold onto snap and suddenly the music is too loud, you donât like the way heâs holding your hand too tight or the way his hand on your waist is going lower and you try to pull away but he doesnât let you.Â
âoh iâm sure the truth will be revealed soonâ, he says and he leans in, whispering in your ear. âthat your father is a crookâ, he tells, smirking and he looks at you and you pull your hand away. you walk away, watching as peopleâs gaze turn towards you but you ignore it, the tears pooling in your eyes as you make your way to the restroom. you enter and lock yourself in one of the stalls, letting a few tears roll down. you hear the door open and a few girls.
âdid you see her?â, one of them says.
âi canât believe she had the audacity to come reallyâ, another girl says.
âsheâs so shameless. if my father was jailed i would like never to show my face to anyone.â, a girl adds and the others laugh.
âprobably got spoiled from her fatherâs rotten moneyâ, another girl tells, and they all snicker as they leave.
hearing this only makes you more upset and more tears well in your eyes as you cry silently. you didnât want to be here anymore, you wanted to be alone, you wanted to leave. you wanted to leave now. panic rises in your chest again along with anger. your eyes well with tears as you walk down the basement where the cars were parked. thank god you had your spare car key with you and you locate your car, getting in and driving off. you grip the steering wheel hard, making your knuckles turn white as you drive. you donât even know here youâre going, you just know you had to get out of here. you donât know how long youâve been driving for, when you realise you donât even know where you are. you had gotten a couple of texts from wonwoo but you ignore it and soon wonwoo was calling you but you ignored it too. you didnât have the energy to deal with him right now. you wanted to be alone.Â
your car suddenly sputters and breaks down in the middle of the road in almost the middle of nowhere. the road was empty and you couldnât see anyone or any other cars, people or buildings, fuck. you bury your head in your hands, crying out in frustration as you think about what to do. well you guess now was a good time to call wonwoo.Â
wonwoo picks up your phone almost immediately. heâd seen you dancing but after that, during the entire party he didnât see you. now that it was almost over and he still couldnât locate you, he was obviously worried. heâd texted you and called you countless times but you werenât responding, leading him to think something might have happened. heâs a frantic mess as he desperately tries to look for you, calling you, but you donât respond.Â
âyn? yn are you okayâ, wonwooâs voice is urgent on the other line of the phone.
âwonwooâ, you tell softly, nearly on the verge of tears again.Â
âwhere are you? are you okay?â, he asks and thatâs all it takes for you to burst into tears again, feeling like the whole weight of the world was on your shoulders.
âyn, please tell me where you areâ, he pleads, concern laced in his voice.
âi donât knowâ, you tell, your voice cracking, more tears rolling down your already tear stained cheek.Â
âi got overwhelmed and i left, i took the car and i drove and i-i donât know where i amâ, you tell through broken sobs. âand now the car broke down, god knows whereâ, you add, sniffling.Â
âsend me your live location, iâll track youâ, he says. âstay in the car and lock the doors, iâm comingâ, he assures. âcan you stay on the line with meâ, you ask. âof courseâ, he fills in.
wonwoo discovers youâve driven a whole 45 minutes away and he assures you that heâs coming. but only ten minutes in your phone dies. âfucking phoneâ, you mumble as you look at the dark road. ten minutes pass and now you start getting scared. wonwoo was going to come right? blame your stupid anxiety but you thought of the worst scenarios that could happen, only psyching yourself more. the car feels more suffocating by the minute and your shoes feel like they're getting tighter. panic sets in stronger and you canât take it anymore, canât take the tightness in your shoes and you hastily undo the laces and pull off your shoes, wincing slightly when you feel it scrape against the back of your ankle. you close your eyes and try to take a few deep breaths.
after what feels like an eternity, you see a car pull up near you. you canât make out anyone, the light almost blinding, but you see someone step out, making their way to your car. you open the door and step out, hearing the voice calling your name - wonwoo. relief immediately floods through your body as you run towards him, crashing into his arms as you start sobbing in his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his body. heâs a little taken aback but his hands engulf you, pulling you in for a warm embrace.
âi thought you werenât going to make itâ, you mumble out, your arms wrapped around wonwoo as you start to cry. âof course iâd come yn, i gave you my wordâ, he says, his hand coming up to cradle your head.
âmy phone died and i-i didnât know what i was going to doâ, you mumble out, looking up at wonwoo. he studies your face, his gaze softening as he takes in your state and your tear-stained cheeks. youâve cried a lot today. you finally drop your hands from around wonwoo, letting him go. wonwoo looks down and sees youâre barefoot. âwhere are your shoes?â, he asks. âtheyâre in the car, it was getting uncomfortableâ, you say. wonwoo is quick to grab your phone, keys and bag from your car and to your surprise, thereâs a pair of sneakers. he puts them in front of you, bending down to help you put them on. âwhere did you get those?â, you ask, surprised. âi like to be preparedâ, he informs, helping you wear the shoes before standing back up and your hand automatically grab his hand, intertwining your fingers in his, hoping to find some grounding through his touch.
wonwoo asks the cab to take you both to the nearest hotel, which was roughly ten minutes away from where you were according to the cab driver. youâre still holding wonwooâs hand and he lets you as you try to calm down. you see a building up ahead and the cab driver tells you that this is the location. you both enter, walking up to the reception and the lady there looks up as you both up.
âweâd like two rooms pleaseâ, wonwoo asks.Â
âunfortunately we only have one room leftâ, the lady says.
âweâll take itâ, you chirp in and wonwoo looks at you.Â
âitâs a couple suite so i can only book couples in itâ, she says, chewing on gum, looking bored to even be there. âare you a couple orâ, she asks.
ânoâ âyesâ, you say and you both look at each other.
âwe are, ignore him, heâs a little shyâ, you tell and she just looks between you both again.Â
âalright, how would you like to pay, cash or card?â the lady asks. you dig through your purse and find your card, handing it over and you have your room key. wonwoo notices the way youâre walking slowly this time, watching your face contour in the slightest of winces with each step. âare you hurt?â, he asks, walking forward as he puts his hands on your shoulder, his eyes raking your body for any sign of discomfort or hurt. âno-my shoes-ouch-were the wrong fitâ, you fill in. âi think i got a shoebite from themâ, you say as you look up the flight of stairs youâd have to climb mentally bracing yourself when you feel wonwooâs hands wrap around you and lifting you up bridal style. you let out a small surprised yelp, your arms wrapping around wonwooâs neck for support.Â
âwoah w-what are you doing?â, you stutter out, looking at wonwoo, whose face is barely inches from yours. âyour feet are already hurt, i donât want you climbing up the stairs in that stateâ, he announces, carrying you as he walks up the stairs. you feel that familiar heat creep up your cheeks and that tiny feeling of butterflies as you look at wonwoo. he looked really pretty up close, his hair falling over his forehead as his glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose. you reach your room and unlock the door, wonwoo still carrying you and he sets you down. you tell him a quiet thank you as your hands are quick to slide off the sneakers, feeling instant relief. but just has you had predicted, you got shoebites. both the sides of your pinky toes and heels were bruised and raw.
wonwoo fetches something from his wallet - bandaids. youâre surprised. âso you just carry around bandaids in your wallet??â, you ask, amused. âlike i said, i have to be preparedâ, he says. you try to take the bandaid from his hand, telling him that youâd put it on but he doesnât let you as he bends down on one knee so now heâs matching your height. he gently places your foot on his knee has he puts the bandaid your heel. he repeats the same for your other heel before you put your leg down and wonwoo looks at you.
âiâm sorryâ, you tell softly, gazing into his alluring eyes. âare you mad at me? itâs valid if youâre mad at me because i just ran off and completely ignored your calls and-â. you stop when you feel his hand gently squeeze yours, a small act of assurance. âyouâre safe now and thatâs all that mattersâ, he says, his voice deeply soothing. you smile, leaning in to peck his cheek. âthank you wonwooâ, you tell and he gives you a soft smile as he gets up. little did you know that wonwooâs heart was racing from your little action as he tried to maintain his composure.
wonwoo wanders off to another room but comes back outside. âthereâs only one bedâ, he says, like itâs a fact. âso?â, you ask, getting up.
âi guess iâll sleep on the couch over thereâ, he says, pointing towards the couch that looked like anyone would wake up with back pain if they slept on it.Â
âwonwoo itâs fine, weâre just gonna sleepâ, you tell. âyouâre acting like sleeping in the same bed is a crimeâ, you say. âi would prefer not to interfere-â âsleep on the bed or iâll take the couchâ, you threaten.
but now there was a bigger problem than the bed, you didnât have any change of clothes. thankfully the hotel sold some stuff as merchandise and t-shirts and pants were in the collection too.Â
you go to the bathroom and change, finally stripping out of your dress and you hang it up to air, changing into the clothes you got. your feet still hurt a bit when you walked because theyâd been cramped up in those tiny shoes for too long. you walk out, your eyes widening as you catch wonwoo changing his shirt and you immediately turn around, your cheeks flushing. âsorryâ, you mumble before turning around after a few seconds. but you did not miss the peek you got at his abs, oh my gosh.Â
you mentally slap yourself and sit on the corner of the bed, a yawn taking over you as you glance at the time - 2am. you were tired, it had been a long and exhausting day. you settle in bed, wonwoo sitting on the single couch opposite you, his hair slightly ruffled now from him running his hands through it, and yet it somehow still looked fluffy. wonwoo told you heâd sleep in a bit and you close your eyes, dozing off immediately, sleep overtaking your tired body. but you wake up an hour later because of a loud crack and boom and the heavy downpour of rain. you stir awake and another lighting strikes, flashing into the room before a low rumble follows. you open your eyes and see wonwoo, whoâs busy reading a book under the dim lights. you sit up slightly, another loud thunder hitting making you jump as you hit your head on the headboard, startling wonwoo as well.Â
âyn? are you okay?â, he asks, putting the book down and coming up to you. another loud thunder rumbles, shaking the ground and you cover your eyes, closing your eyes. you hated thunderstorms. âwhatâs wrong?â, wonwoo asks, sitting down beside you on the other side of the bed. ân-nothing i just donât like loud noises and thunderâ, you meekly say, still sleepy from the sudden intrusion. âitâs dumb i-â, you stop when another earth rumbling thunder hits, making you jump again. âcan i hold your hand? it helps me calm downâ, you ask softly, a little embarrassed, but wonwoo offers you his hand. it feels warm, soft and safe as you hold it and wonwoo makes himself a bit more comfortable as he sits next to you.Â
âwhat were you reading? '', you ask, letting wonwooâs hand go after two minutes and now that you are a bit more awake, you take in wonwooâs look. even in the dark, you could make out his hair was now messily dishevelled which only added to the charm and the glasses god, he looked so hot. you werenât even listening to what he was saying as your hand fiddles with your ring on your finger. wonwoo looks at you and tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. Â
âwhat are you thinking about?â, he asks, his voice deep.
ân-nothingâ, you fill in, feeling embarrassed about your thoughts. âhow do you know iâm thinking about somethingâ, you ask, trying to get the upper hand on wonwoo, only for it to backfire on you.
âyouâre fiddling with your ring, and you only do that when youâre thinking about something or something is bothering youâ, he says. well damn, he was a keen observer.Â
âohâ, is all you say as you look at your ring, biting your lip before you look back up at him.
ânothing, itâs really stupidâ, you tell but wonwoo looks like he wasnât going to budge until you gave him an answer.
âiâm sure itâs not stupidâ, he adds, trying to reassure you, waiting expectantly. fuck it you think.
âi was just thinking about umâ, you start getting nervous, your cheeks heating up and you avoid his gaze, stuttering out the next words. âi was thinking about how-um-how good you look with glasses. it really brings out your features you know and it makes you look really hot. you should wear them more oftenâ, you confess, whispering the last bit, the familiar heat creeping up your cheeks. he doesnât say anything, but you swear you can see the faint smirk as his lips curve up. you look away, his gaze on you suddenly too intense for you to bear.Â
âokay your turn, what are you thinking aboutâ, you ask in a hurry, hoping it would turn the attention away from you.
âdo you really want to know?â, he asks slowly and you nod your head, looking at him. âyou donât talk much do you, so iâm guessing there must be a lot on your mindâ, you prompt. heâs silent for a few seconds before he speaks.
âiâm thinking about what a wonderful person you areâ, he says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. âiâm thinking about how you are only so caring and attentive towards others but yourself. iâm thinking about how the whole world seems to have a wrong impression of you, and that you donât deserve any of the shitty things happening to you right now. iâm thinking about when it will all end and when youâll be able to be happyâ, he says, his words completely catching you off guard. each of his thoughts strike a chord in you and you almost tear up. out of everyone, it seemed like only wonwoo was on your side.Â
âwonwooâ, you say softly, at a loss for words. you donât even know when you leaned towards wonwoo but your eyes flicker down to his lips for a split second before you look back up. âiâm thinking about how gorgeous you looked tonight and that if i had the chance i would have asked you for a dance earlier tonight if not given the current circumstancesâ, he adds, his gaze never leaving yours as he stares into you deeply, fondly as he opens up to you.
âand as of this moment, iâm thinking about how it would be to kiss youâ, he fills in and you blink up at him, getting nervous at his confession. you answer him by leaning in and softly pecking his lips, lingering for a few seconds before you pull away but still close enough that has your heart beating rapidly.Â
wonwoo leans in, kissing you, properly this time. his hand gently cups your cheek as he moves his lips against yours and you swear you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at that moment. you kiss him back and you move your head, accidentally knocking his glasses, making you both pull away. âoops sorryâ, you say, a little breathless as your hands reach out to take off his glasses and he is quick to put them on the side table before turning his attention back to you. you look up at him. âwhat are you thinking about now?â, you ask, your lips centimetres away from his, and you can feel your heart racing again, the echoes of the beats loud in your chest.
âiâm thinking about how i want to kiss you againâ, he says, closing the gap between you both as he captures your lips in his this time you sigh into the kiss as wonwoo cups your cheek, deepening the kiss as his arm encircles your waist, pulling you closer to him. wonwoo quite literally knocks the breath out of you as he pulls away slowly, watching your chest rise and fall. you kiss him again, getting giddy at the feeling of his lips on yours as he kisses you breathlessly again, softly pushing you down on the bed as your head rests on the pillow, wonwooâs body hovers over yours, careful not to put his weight on you as he kisses you sweetly, the drumming of the rain outside as your soundtrack.
you wake up, wonwooâs arms around your waist as you blink your eyes open. the sun was filtering through the white curtains, rays of sunshine adorning the floor and wall. wonwoo is still fast asleep beside you and you take this chance to look at him, really look at him. his hair is messy but cutely dishevelled, his eyes closed as soft breaths leave him as he sleeps, peaceful. heâs so pretty you think to yourself as you smile softly to yourself. you remember the events of last night, the kiss, and suddenly feel yourself getting very very shy as you bite your lips to contain the silly smile that aims to erupt across your face. you continue to admire wonwoo, his big warm hands still engulfing you as you shift slightly to check the time. when you turn back, wonwoo softly stirs awake, his pretty eyes fluttering open as he awakens.Â
âhiâ, you say softly.
âhiâ, he says, his morning voice deeply attractive.
you both look at each other, not saying anything but just taking in each otherâs presence. âdid you sleep okay?â, he asks, searching your face and you shake your head, mumbling something about how youâre still tired.
his hand comes up to hold yours as he gently lifts it to his lips, giving it a soft kiss, his eyes never leaving yours, making you laugh softly. god, he was so dreamy.Â
âwhat do you want to do today?â, he asks.
âsleep, i just wanna sleepâ, you groan, burying your face into the pillow. wonwooâs hand wraps around your waist as he pulls you closer towards him. âthen sleepâ, he says, placing a soft kiss to your cheek, making you smile. you close your eyes and soon drift off to sleep, wonwooâs embrace making you feel safe and comfortable. and soon, wonwoo was also sleeping with you, both of you sleeping soundly in each otherâs embrace.
itâs only around lunchtime that you both stir awake again and mostly because someone was knocking on your door, leading you to both wake up to the sudden noise.Â
âwe have to checkout by 5pm or pay to stay another nightâ, he tells you. âwe should leave, but the car!â, you tell, sitting up in bed.
âiâll get it fixed, iâve arranged for it, " he says. âiâll go get our clothes from the hotelâs drycleaning," he says. youâd have to wear the same dress again but you didnât mind.Â
wonwoo is quick to have a shower and he's changed into his suit from yesterday, thatâs all clean and freshly pressed for the day minus the blazer as he tells you heâll bring the car. you ask him if you can come along but he says itâs best to stay back. you feel a bit bummed about it but stay back nonetheless. all your luggage was in the car, in a rush you and wonwoo had forgotten it, but could change when he was back. wonwoo is finally back and you manage to get your luggage, and you change into something comfortable, ready to leave for home.
you check out and head towards the car as wonwoo loads in your luggage before spotting you, opening the car door for you. you sit upfront this time and the journey home begins. you end up talking a bit but get hungry since you really havenât eaten anything yet. wonwoo is quick to stop by a nearby restaurant once you guys enter the city and you gladly inhale some food.
itâs been two weeks since you and wonwoo kissed and every time you thought about it, it made you all shy. wonwoo was his usual self, back in business mode but his touches now lingered and heâd talk to you sweetly, opening up to you more, and maybe somehow a little more protective of you.
you were now in jeonghanâs office, upset and mostly scared of the way your fatherâs trial was going. it seemed like things were going in favour of the prosecution and not your father.
âwhatâs going wrongâ, you ask jeonghan, who only sighs at your question. âiâm really trying my best here ynâ, jeonghan says, looking at you. âi really donât know where the prosecution is getting all this new evidence fromâ, he says. âiâm doing my best yn but at this rate maybe itâs better for your father to serve the jail timeâ, he says, making you immediately protest at the thought.Â
âwhat? why should he go to jail for something he didnât even do?â, you almost yell out.
âgiven the circumstances, serving ten years looks the best for him. i can even try to reduce it to seven along with community service and probationâ, he adds and you click your tongue, upset at the whole idea and proposition.Â
he takes a few moments to think before speaking to you again. "his company has come to a standstill, someone needs to step up in the meantime and run things around thereâ, he starts off, being careful with his words.
âbut you know what would help? if i was maybe given the power of attorney. it would help big time in trying to smooth over the company and business until things with your father are settledâ, he says, giving you an assuring smile.Â
âyou should ask my father about thatâ, you say. âoh i know but maybe you could also ask him, it would be helpfulâ, he asks.
âiâll seeâ, you say. âjust make sure my father gets out of this soonâ, you ask jeonghan. he gives you a smile, which for some reason runs a shiver down your spine but you shake it off, getting up.Â
wonwoo drops you home that night after your meeting with jeonghan and walks you back inside. he can tell youâre stressed and anxious about your fatherâs situation as both of you linger at the doorstep. he reaches out for your hand, as he looks at you, his thumb caressing your hand in an attempt to comfort and soothe you. after a few seconds he takes a few steps forward, bringing his arms around you as he engulfs you in a much needed hug. you sigh in his arms as you close your eyes, letting yourself sink his hold.
âiâm going to be here with you every step of the wayâ, he reassures.Â
âthank you wonwooâ, you respond as you pull away and look at him.
âitâs going to be okayâ, he says as he looks at you.Â
âi hope soâ, you say, almost defeated after what jeonghan told you about earlier.Â
he looks at you with the most loving eyes before he leans in and kisses you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he softly moves his lips against yours as he kisses you sweetly.
âgoodnightâ, he says softly, sweetly. âgoodnightâ, you whisper back, stealing another kiss from wonwoo before you retreat back inside.
the next week when wonwoo comes to your house in the morning thereâs something different about him, in his demeanour and the way he acts. he strictly keeps to himself, not indulging in small talk with you at all, and brushing your hand off when you try to hold his hand. you felt hurt but decided to brush it off. maybe he had a reason for it, but the thought that heâd be so blunt about it hurt. you wanted to ask him but you didnât. you decide to go see your father today at the detention centre he was being kept at. you had gotten used to wonwooâs silence but today it felt odd, suffocating almost, but you donât say anything, suddenly feeling like a burden to wonwoo.Â
youâre waiting for your father as you sit on the other end of the room, a plastic divider dividing you and him. you stand up as soon as he walks in and he gives you a small smile. he looks tired.Â
âare you okay?â, you ask, sitting down. âi can manage," he says.Â
âso things arenât going in your favourâ, you say, looking at your father. âi am awareâ, he says.
âwhat about the company? and your business? whatâs going to happen to that?â, you ask.
âyn, you know i always intended for you to take over the company at some pointâ, he says. âbut maybe youâll have to take over earlier than i thoughtâ, he says.Â
âwhat do you mean?â, you prompt.
âi mean that you will have to take overâ, he says. âit is going to be hard, there are going to be obstacles and people are going to try and bring you down but i have faith and trust in youâ, he says.Â
âwhat if iâm not readyâ, you say.
âiâll always be here and you know what they say, fake it till you make itâ, your father tells, making you chuckle as you hold back your tears.
âjeonghan was asking about you giving him the power of attorneyâ, you say as you see your father's gaze change.Â
âno, if i were to give anyone the power of attorney right now, it should be youâ, he says.
âbut donât you trust jeonghan? iâm sure heâll be able to help run things until iâm ready to take overâ, you say.
âi wouldnât trust anyone right nowâ, your father says. âi would rather have my own child act on my behalf than jeonghanâ, he says. âa power of attorney is a powerful thing and i would trust you with it more than jeonghanâ, he says and you nod as you take in his words.
that evening wonwoo leaves again, and he was still cold towards you. you decided to bring it up to him tomorrow because it was starting to make you feel weird, uneasy and bad. the next day, your doorbell rings a few times. you wonder why wonwoo hasnât bothered just entering your house like he always has. was this a new thing now? you really had to talk this out with him.Â
âwonwoo what are-â, you start but stop because the person in front of you wasnât wonwoo. âwho are you?â, you ask. âiâm your new bodyguard from todayâ, he says. you look him up and down because he didnât look very bodyguard material.Â
âwhat happened to wonwoo?â, you ask, taken aback by this. he just shrugs. âi don't know, jeonghan sent me so you should talk to himâ, he says before stepping in, uninvited if you had to say.Â
you go to your room to fetch your phone and come back to see the guy just sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone, wow. talk about being professional.Â
you glare at him as you dial jeonghan. he picks up after a few rings.Â
âwhat happened to wonwoo?â, you ask, not wasting a second.
âno hi?â, he says, sensing the urgency in your voice.
âwhereâs wonwooâ, you ask again.
âwonwoo quitâ, jeonghan says like it was no big deal.
âwhat do you mean he quit?â, you ask in shock. âhe quit yn, he told me a few days back. he said he didnât want to work for you anymoreâ, he adds, making your heart drop.
âbut why, there must have been a reason right?â, you ask jeonghan.
âi think itâs for the best yn, and besides, i told you not to get too close to himâ, jeonghan says and you didnât like the tone of his voice.
after that you call wonwoo but he doesnât pick up but you keep calling. he couldnât just quit on you like that. there must have been a reason. and you think back to yesterday and how he was acting so cold towards you for the last few days. you tear up at the thought. why? why would he do that? did he really just use you?
you watch as your new bodyguard sits on your couch lazily, not even bothered about trying to do his job right. you were pretty sure that if you went out the door right now, this guy wouldnât even notice. you roll your eyes at the thought and sigh.
âiâm going to see jeonghanâ, you tell. âsure, i guess i should drive you right, just let me finish this level, iâve almost cracked itâ, he says. he was not being serious right now.
after five minutes you get his attention. âexcuse me?? can we go or shall i go myself?â, you ask. âiâm coming jeez, youâre so stuck upâ, he says.Â
as soon as you burst into jeonghanâs office, he looks at you with a glint in his eyes.Â
âwhat do i owe this pleasure toâ, he says.
âyou could have at least hired a competent replacement, this new guy sucks actually, he doesnât even have basic mannersâ, you tell jeonghan.Â
âhe was the best replacement i could findâ, jeonghan tells nonchalantly and you scoff.
âbest replacement? youâve got to be kidding me right now. wonwoo was the best and he was actually qualified. this guy looks like someone you just picked off the streetâ, you argue.
jeonghan doesnât say anything as he filters through the stack of papers on his desk, finding what he was looking for before he looks back up at you. âdid you ask your father about the power of attorney thing?â, he asks, changing the topic.
âi did and he wasnât too keen on it. he said heâd rather give me the power of attorney power than youâ, you say but jeonghan doesnât seem fazed at all.Â
âi expected that, so why donât we start processing the papers to give you power of attorney. and then you can transfer it to me right? i can hold fort until youâre readyâ, he says, more like heâd had it all planned out rather than asking you.
âiâll process the papers to make you power of attorney for nowâ, he says. âokayâ, you say. ânow if youâll excuse me, i have a lot of work of work to doâ, he tells.Â
âwhat did wonwoo tell you when he quitâ, you quickly ask.Â
âyn we are not going thereâ
âjust tell me, pleaseâ
âhe said he didnât want to work for you anymoreâ, jeonghan says.
âthatâs all he said?â, you ask.
âyesâ, and suddenly all your hopes sink.
you get back home and in the following days you just stay at home. you were somehow on the news these days, and for the dumbest reason really, it was like people were trying to nitpick you apart and post things about you. you called wonwoo again and texted him a bunch of times but there was not one single response. you couldnât believe that wonwoo would do something like that, after all you guys shared. it broke your heart really.
and to say your new bodyguard was incompetent was an understatement. the other day he couldnât even protect you from being mobbed or spot the paparazzi that you caught in a blink of an eye. you wanted wonwoo, you missed him.
you go to jeonghanâs office and go to the detention centre again to get the power of attorney transferred to you because your dad also had to be present.Â
your dad carefully reads the document, making sure everything was right, even the fine print that people tend to ignore before deeming it legal and everything was good. he signs it and puts his stamp on it and so do you.
âuse this power wisely yn, iâm trusting youâ, he says and you nod.
when you reach home, youâre just waiting for the new guy to go.Â
âgive me your phoneâ, the new guy says, coming up to you and he doesnât even wait for you to answer before heâs plucking your phone out of your hand.Â
âwhat the hell?â, you ask, trying to take your phone back but he doesnât let you.
âno more phone for you for the time being, jeonghanâs orders, with all these headlines about you going around he says itâs for the bestâ, he says.
âno give me my phone backâ, you demand but he grabs your hand, pushing you towards your room, slamming the door shut and you hear the lock engage. you try to open the door but it doesnât.
âhey open this door right nowâ, you tell, beating your hand on the door. âthatâs not going to change anythingâ, he says, chucking as you hear his footsteps around the hallway.
âsheâs locked upâ, he says, talking to someone on the phone.
âlet me outâ, you yell again, banging your fist on the door again.Â
âshut itâ, he says, kicking the door, only prompting you to bang your fist on the door harder.Â
but after no avail you stop, sinking to the ground, tears already welling in your eyes. your life just really kept getting shitty and shittier didnât it.Â
you open your eyes as you hear the key rattle on the other side, the doorknob rattling and the door opening. youâre quick to stand up.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with youâ, you yell but the new guy doesnât seem fazed at all. âhe wants to see youâ, he tells, grabbing your hand but you pull it out of his grip. âmoveâ, he demands and you reluctantly move towards the hall and your eyes go wide at who you see - jeonghan.Â
âdid you do this?â, you ask, in shock.
âi have to get things done donât i ynâ, he says, giving you that creepy smile again. âand now youâre going to be a good girl and sign these papersâ. he says, holding out in front of you.
âwhat is thatâ, you ask. âthe transfer of power of attorney from you to meâ, he says.Â
âthereâs no way in hell iâm doing that after what you just fucking didâ, you spit out, getting upset.
âgetting feisty now are we? letâs not forget that your fatherâs fate lies in my hands and if you do not sign this paper right now, i will send your father to rot in jail for the rest of his lifeâ, he says, threatening you.Â
âwhat-you canât-you wouldnâtâ, you say.
âoh believe me yn, i would. so choose. your father goes to jail or you sign these papers and save his lifeâ, he demands.Â
âwhy are you doing thisâ, you ask bitterly.
âbecause your father is an idiot and this is the one time iâve outsmarted himâ, jeonghan tells, smug.Â
âwhat are you talking about? if you want money give me a number, iâll give it to you, just stop all thisâ, you plead.
âoh iâll get my money yn, but i need to see your father crumble down, thatâs what he deservesâ, jeonghan says.
 he thrusts the papers towards your face. âsign itâ, he demands.Â
âover your dead body, iâm not signing shit jeonghanâ, you spit back.Â
âi donât think right now is the time to be rebellious ynâ, he says, pursing his lips in a thin line.
âoh iâve always been rebellious jeonghan and iâm not going to let you get away with thisâ, you tell.Â
âi doubt thatâ, he tells, signalling for the bodyguard as he grabs your arm and drags you to your room, pushing you inside and locking the door again.Â
âthink again yn, youâre only getting out of here when these documents are signed and by then itâll be too late to do anythingâ, jeonghan says from the other side of the door.
âfuck you jeonghan, you just wait, iâm gonna get youâ, you spit out.
you hear him say something only catching the last words being âdonât let her outâ .
what the fuck was happening to your life. fuck. you bang your fist on the door, letting out your frustration, sinking to your knees as you try to hold it in, keep it together but you can't. you bang the door a couple more times as tears roll down your cheeks. and yet, the only person you could think of in this situation was wonwoo. only he could help you now, he would know what to do. but you had no means to contact him after your phone was taken away and you were now locked in the room.
you bury your head in your knees, trying to breathe and think. think yn and thatâs when you get an idea - your laptop. it was synced to your phone contacts. you get up, rushing to grab your laptop, frantically opening it and you open the messages app and find wonwoo. all your previous texts to him are still unread. no you needed to find him, texting him wasnât going to work right now. but the question was how? and thatâs when you remember the thing jeonghan had sent you before , wonwooâs resume, which had his address, bingo.Â
you open your chat logs with jeonghan, scrolling up till the part when jeonghan had sent you wonwooâs resume and just as you guessed, his address was on it. you grab a pen and jot down the address on a scrap piece of paper. but how were you going to get there? you looked up and at the window behind your desk. you get up, pushing your table to the side slowly trying not to make any loud noises, huffing and puffing.Â
after you manage to push the table aside enough, you slide the window open and poke your head out, looking at the distance but the jump wasnât too bad. you slowly swing your legs over, taking a breath before reaching down with your feet and them jumping. the only protection you had against the bare ground was your socks right now. you close the window behind you and look left and right. you slowly and quietly walk towards the back gate and open it slowly, making a quick escape and you jog down the road. you look at the address thatâs now crumpled in your hand and it wasnât too far. you didnât have cash or anything on your to take the bus so walking you were.
fifteen minutes in and you're getting tired and you put on the hood of your hoodie, hoping no one would recognise you but continue speed walking to the address in your hand. wonwoo would know what to do. wonwoo could help you. wonwoo. you start picking up your speed as you walk without even realising and soon you're running, your legs are working on their own, desperate for an escape and to find wonwoo. after sprinting and jogging for a bit you finally come up to the address, his apartment and you bend down, resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath.
youâre about to walk in when security stops you. âiâm here to see wonwoo, he lives here rightâ, you ask between breaths.Â
âmr. jeon? are you his guest?â, the security asks.
âyes, yes, please which building does he live inâ, you ask, pulling your hood down in an aim to not let the man recognise you.
âwouldnât you know that if you know him?â
âplease, itâs urgentâ, you ask. âhe knows me i swearâ, you tell. âit's an emergency just, please tell meâ, you plead.
the man finally tells you the information and you sprint to the building and run up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator to come. you open the staircase door, entering the main floor, your chest heaving from the effort of running up the stairs. you were lucky you didnât fall on your face at the pace you were going at. you locate his door number and you stand in front of it and suddenly youâre scared. what if he didnât open the door? what if he wasnât here? you can hear your heart pounding in your chest as you raise your hand to ring his doorbell. a few moments pass and nothing and you ring it again and again. shit was he not home?
you take a step back, your head down, suddenly feeling defeated when you hear the doorknob rattle and the door opens. you look up and wonwoo is in front of you. he was really here. you found him.
âyn?â, he asks, as he adjusts the glasses on his face as if he couldn't believe it was you at his doorstep. you get hit with a wave of emotions at that minute and wonwoo is asking you something but youâre not listening as your vision gets blurry and all you can do in that moment in crash into wonwooâs arms as you start to sob in his chest, the impact making wonwoo stumble before he held onto you. you werenât crying because you were upset, you were crying because you felt relief - relief that you finally found wonwoo.
you pull away from him and look up and he finally sees the state youâre in, bare feet and heâs quick to spot the bruises on your knuckles and hands from banging on the door as you wipe your tears. wonwoo looks you up and down as he takes both your hands in, his expression suddenly dark as he looks at you.Â
âwho did this to youâ, he asks sternly as another tear escapes you.
âj-jeonghanâ, you stutter out through a sob. âtheyâre working together and t-they locked me in the roomâ, you tell and you can see the rage burning behind wonwooâs eyes.
âjeonghan did this?â, he asks, anger seething in his eyes and you nod.
âheâs-heâs been behind all this the whole time, the whole reason my father is in jail a-and he was threatening meâ, you tell in a rush, not making a coherent sentence.
wonwoo pulls you in a hug, holding you tight. âwhere were you, why did you leave?â, you demand through a broken sob as the door behind you closes. âi missed youâ, you tell softly, your voice cracking as a few more sobs escape you.
âfuck, i missed you tooâ, he says as he hugs you tighter. you feel something soft rub around your legs and look down, seeing wonwooâs cat near your feet. âyour catâ, you say as you sniffle.
youâre on the couch now, wonwoo giving you new socks and slippers to wear as freshen up, washing your face and feet. wonwooâs cat is inquisitive of you, sitting on the floor in front of you as she looks at you. âhi oreoâ, you say and she meows, making you smile.Â
wonwoo busies himself in the kitchen as he makes you some chamomile tea to help you calm down and sets the steaming mug in front of you. wonwoo also sets down an envelope next to the mug, signalling for you to open it. you look at him before your hand reaches out for the envelope and you open it, the contents inside making you gasp.
âwhatâs this?â, you ask, as you sift through the pile of photos, each one making you upset and even more confused. they were pictures of you and wonwoo at the hotel that night after the event, but the person who took them captured you wonwoo sharing a kiss and you sleeping in his wonwooâs arms. you feel a surge of rage in your body as you look at this.
âthis is what jeonghan gave me and he tried to blackmail me with thisâ, wonwoo says, breaking the silence. âhe threatened me with these, saying if i didnât quit that he would give these photos to the press. i donât know what he was planning but i did what he said because i didnât want you getting hurtâ, he says. âthe bastard probably had someone tail us and take thisâ, he adds.
âi know it was sudden but there was nothing i could do, he was strict on not making any sort of contact with you afterwards. he said he was watching me and that otherwise these pictures would get leaked in a second if i contacted you and i didnât want that. i donât know what sort of twisted sick game heâs playing but i didnât want you waking up one day and seeing these pictures in the headlines. youâre already going through hell right now and this was the least i could do to protect your reputation, to protect youâ, he says, his hand finding yours as he gives it a small squeeze.
âiâm going to kill jeonghan i swear to godâ, you mutter under your breath.Â
âwe have to help my father, we have to do something, youâll help me right?â, you ask, pleading almost.
âof course yn. i was dying everyday i couldn't see you or tell you what really happened, i was just praying you wouldnât hate me for itâ, he tells.
after things between you both get cleared up, you promptly end up falling asleep, curled up in his arms on the couch. when you were with wonwoo you felt safe, secure, like the world was going to be okay, that you were going to be okay. wonwoo gently carries you to his bed, tucking you in as he slips inside the sheets beside you, watching you sleep and he vowed to himself - that no matter what, he was going to protect you.
you stir awake in the morning in wonwooâs soft sheets, turning around and seeing the other side of the bed empty. you walk outside, seeing wonwoo busy in the kitchen as he sets a pot on the table. he spots you.
âgood morningâ, he says and you give him a small smile. âmorningâ, you tell as you move closer to wonwoo, seeing the small breakfast spread laid out on the table. you hear a meow, followed by another and another.Â
âsomeone is hungryâ, you joke as you look at oreo waiting for wonwoo to give her food.Â
âsheâs usually patient, arenât you oreoâ, wonwoo says and oreo meows in agreement and protest. you chuckle, this side of wonwoo was adorable.
you both sit down to eat and youâre grateful for the meal, later insisting that you help wonwoo clean up and wash the dishes, even though he insists you donât need to but your stubbornness wins and he leans on the side of the counter as he watches you wash the dishes, looking defeated.
just then thereâs a knock on the door. wonwoo stands alert and checks who it is.Â
âitâs jeonghanâ wonwoo says softly.
âshit, what do we do?â
âgo to my room, close the door and stay there till i tell you to come outâ, wonwoo instructs and youâre quick to go to his room, closing the door.
wonwoo opens his front door and jeonghan stands there looking irritated.
âwhat is it?â, wonwoo asks, giving jeonghan a cold stare.
âwhereâs yn?â, he asks, running a hand through his hair, frustrated.
âhow should i knowâ, wonwoo says.
âlisten wonwoo, lying right now is not going to helpâ
âi donât know where yn isâ, wonwoo repeated.
âif she contacts you, you tell me right away, got itâ, jeonghan says as he points a finger at wonwoo.
âdid something happen?â, wonwoo asks, trying to assess the situation.
âoh nothing, yn just seems to have gone off without informing anyone, i was just worriedâ, he tells, giving wonwoo a fake smile before leaving.
you hear the door close, wonwoo telling you that jeonghan was gone.Â
âheâs looking for you alright. i think itâs better you donât go out for the time being. you can stay with me till then and we can come up with a plan together okayâ, he says, one hand caressing your cheek. you nod.Â
later that day, wonwoo says heâll hire a new lawyer for your father and appeal to the court and also indict jeonghan. but the only problem was that how were you going to prove everything that jeonghan was doing? if you only had that evidence it would also help in proving your father innocent.Â
âi could hire someone to raid his house maybeâ, wonwoo says.
âwhat, you can do that?âyou asked him, shocked but liking the idea.
âi mean heâs not playing fair either is he? letâs mess with him a littleâ, wonwoo says.
âbut how will you find someone to do that?â, you ask curiously.
âi have connections sweetheartâ, he tells. âiâm an impressive man you knowâ, he adds and you smile. âi'm sure you areâ.
over the next few days, things move quickly. wonwoo makes the required arrangements and the meeting with the new lawyer is online because jeonghan likely putting someone to stakeout and watch wonwooâs place in case you showed up. wonwoo is smart to keep the curtains drawn at all times so no one could peek inside either. the first priority was indicting jeonghan which would make him suspend him from working, and your fatherâs case would have more time and more time right now was good.Â
the next week jeonghan is indicted, and a legal notice is sent to his office courtesy of the impressive new lawyer that wonwoo hired. with the indictment jeonghan could not go anywhere, he couldnât flee or travel and heâd be called for a formal court hearing on wednesday. as you got ready on wednesday morning to go to the court hearing because you were the one indicting jeonghan so you had to be there. you were nervous, standing in front of the mirror in wonwooâs room. wonwoo was accompanying you too of course, he wasnât going to let you go out there alone when you were going to go fight. you were going to show the world who you really were.
you reach the courthouse where the hearing will take place and it seems like everything is already on the news, the hoard of journalists and news reporters already crowding the place. you walk inside with wonwoo and head to the courtroom. as soon as you enter you see jeonghan, who clenches his jaw as he makes his way towards you, clearly upset and shocked.
âyn what the hell is all thisâ, jeonghan nearly shouts, his hand reaching out to grab yours but wonwoo grabs his hand instead, stopping him.Â
âwatch it jeonghanâ, wonwoo warns as jeonghan pulls his arm out from wonwooâs grip.
âyouâre not going to get away with all thisâ, you tell.
the hearing starts and youâre sitting with wonwooâs lawyer and beside you on the other side is jeonghan and his lawyer.
âmiss yn has made an indictment to mr. yoon over criminal activity and fraudâ, the judge says, looking at you.
âyes your honourâ, your lawyer fills in.
âwhat is the accused stand on this matter?â, the judge asks.
âmy client mr.yoon is not guilty your honourâ, jeonghanâs lawyer says and you scoff, glaring at him.
âdoes the plaintiff have evidence to support these claims?â, the judge asks.
ânot yet but we are working on itâ, your lawyer explains.
âi request the charges against my client to be dropped because they are completely baseless and defamatoryâ, jeonghanâs lawyer demands.
âgiven the nature of the accusations and that mr.yoon is also a well known person in his respective industry, i will give the plaintiff one week to gather sufficient evidence otherwise the charges and case will be dropped due to lack of evidenceâ, the judge grants before dismissing the court.
youâre laying wonwooâs bed lost in thought. now the only problem was trying to find evidence. sure, you could still testify but without any evidence, your claims would be useless. there had to be a way and you were sure you were missing a vital piece of information. if only there had been cameras you think and it hits you. you get up in a gasp. that was it, the cctv cameras at your home. you get up, rushing to find wonwoo, whoâs in the other room doing something on his computer.Â
âi figured it out wonwooâ, you tell and he looks up at you. âthe cctv cameras you installed at my home, they would have captured jeonghan on it and what he didâ, you say and you watch wonwooâs eyes light up as he follows what youâre saying.Â
âhe was at your house that night?â, he asks.
âyes! and the cameras would have picked it upâ, you say.
âand it must have picked up on the audio tooâ, he states.
"audio?", you ask.
"yes, i installed one's that recorded audio too", he fills in. âyn this is amazingâ, he adds âand the best part, i have access to the cctv camerasâ, wonwoo adds.
âi just hope jeonghan didnât get to themâ, you tell, worried.
âno, he doesnât know about them, i didnât tell himâ, wonwoo says.
âyou are a geniusâ, you tell, leaning down to pepper his cheek with a kiss.
âi could say the same thing about youâ, he tells, his hands finding your waist.Â
you smile, looking down at him, frowning when you notice the fingerprints on his glasses. your hands move up, carefully sliding them off as you clean them with the corner of your shirt, asking how he could even see as you gently put the glasses back on his face.Â
âwe might have found some information from jeonghanâs computer and filesâ, wonwoo adds. âiâll pass it on to my lawyer, heâll handle itâ.Â
âdo you think we can pull this off?â, you ask wonwoo, your hands resting on his shoulders as you look down at him, wonwoo still seated on his chair.
âi think we canâ, he tells, assuring you.
that night, wonwoo filters through the cctv footage to that night and just like youâd predicted, the whole incident where he came to your home and basically confessed what he was doing was recorded, the audio was impeccable too. jeonghan could kiss his life goodbye now. wonwoo hands off this evidence to his lawyer and now you can just wait.
itâs finally the day. you were ready but also nervous and anxious. a thousand what ifâs went through your mind as you got ready that morning. you had been informed that your father would also be present at the court hearing since the case indirectly involved him. wonwoo drops you off at the court that morning.
âwhere are you going?â, you ask, grabbing onto his hand.
âthe lawyer just called me, i need to quickly pick up something for him, but iâll be back okayâ, he assures. you nod and wait outside. there was still time for the hearing to take place in 30 minutes approximately.Â
wonwoo isnât back even after your lawyer arrives. youâre constantly checking your watch and seeing the time, looking out to see if you can spot wonwoo but you canât see him.Â
âi canât see wonwoo? didnât he come with you?â, the lawyer asks and you furrow your brows in confusion.
âwhat do you mean? he told me you called him asking him to get somethingâ, you tell and he looks back at you equally confused. âi did no such thingâ, he says.Â
you fish out your phone and try to call him but it goes unanswered. you try again but no answer.Â
âyn itâs time, letâs goâ, your lawyer says and you put your phone back inside, hoping wonwoo was okay.
-at court-
âyour honour, if you look here, you will see the cctv footage of mr.yoon and his men who were at my client's house on the night of the 8th. you can see the person, who was supposed to be ynâs bodyguard, lock up my client in the room and call mr.yoon, who arrives shortly. you can see clearly how mr.yoon threatened my clinet yn and even confessed to what heâs been doing, saying that he intentionally manipulated and betrayed ynâs father and set him up because he has an ulterior motiveâ, your lawyer states.Â
the video of that night plays and thereâs no way that anyone would not believe you anymore. it was clear as crystal what jeonghan was up to now and his true motives were revealed.
âdoes the defendant have anything to say?â the judge asks.Â
âyes, iâd like to cross examine the clientâ, jeonghan lawyer says, stepping up and coming up to the witness stand where you were sitting. after your cross examination is done the judge announces that the final verdict will be delivered next week, on friday. given the high profile individuals that were involved in the case, a prompt but careful decision would be made. friday is a week away from now. the court is adjourned and you get up and leave, jeonghan purposely bumping into you as you go out, giving you a smirk.
you pick up your phone and call wonwoo again and the call is finally answered. âwonwoo where are you?â, you ask.
âhello is this someone that mr.jeon is acquainted with?â, the other person on the line asks, a female.
âyes, can i know who this is?â
âiâm calling from goodwill hospital, mr. jeon has been in an accidentâ, she says and your heart drops.
your feet start moving on their own as you run outside, pushing through the crowd of reporters and almost tripping as you try to hail a taxi, on your way to the hospital. you rush into the hospital asking for wonwoo at the front desk. youâre guided to his room, where the doctor explains that he was extremely lucky and only suffered from minor injuries. he would need a few days of rest and he could then be discharged. youâre instantly relieved to hear that but youâre still anxious.Â
you peek into his room, slowly sliding the door open as you walk in, taking in his state and you instantly teared up. you sit beside him, reaching out to hold his hand as you keep your head down, looking at your hand on top of his. a couple of minutes pass by and you feel a soft squeeze of your hand and you look up seeing wonwoo awake.
âwonwooâ, you are relieved he was awake. âare you okay-shit no thatâs a stupid question, youâre obviously not okayâ, you tell in a rush.
he sits up slowly, wincing in pain but otherwise keeping a straight face.
âwhat happened?â, you ask softly.Â
âi got jumped by jeonghanâs men. i only figured when i was already back at the apartment that the call was indeed not the lawyerâ, wonwoo explains.
âshitâ, you say.
âi shouldnât have let you go, i should have insisted you stayâ, you tell, feeling like this was all your fault now.Â
âhey, hey look at meâ, wonwoo says.Â
âi just donât want you to end up getting hurt because of meâ, you tell.Â
âiâm okay yn, iâm a tough guy you knowâ, he says, trying to lighten the mood.
after heâs rested enough and the doctors deem him okay, heâs discharged and you take him home. you tell wonwoo all about the court hearing today and now the only thing you could do was wait.
-final hearing-
the media has been on fire the last few days, jeonghanâs case gaining the entire country's attention. but even then, people were 50/50 about the chances of who would win even though the evidence was pretty clear. but you could never tell, the law wasnât always fair sometimes and you just prayed that it would be fair to you. wonwoo was much better now and was healing well and he insisted on accompanying you, even though you told him he should stay at home and rest.Â
youâre sitting in front, jeonghan on the opposite side and the court house was crowded, the media causing an uproar outside, eager to report every single second and eager to find out the final verdict of the case. the judge looks at you, and then at jeonghan before they announce the verdict.
âgiven the high profile of the case and the evidence submitted from both ends, we have carefully reviewed the evidence and points of this case. it has come to a unanimous decision that the defendant, mr. yoon jeonghan is found guilty and will serve ten years in jail and have to pay a fine as well for the damages done and emotional distress caused to the plaintiff.Â
you cover your mouth in shock. you did it. you won! you couldnât believe it as you cover your mouth in shock, tears filling your eyes. your father looks at you and the look he gave you was nothing short of proud. you won, your father was going to be free and jeonghan was going to go to jail, he was going to get punished and things were going to be okay now.
as people start filtering out, youâre looking for wonwoo, whom you canât seem to spot anywhere. you had to tell him. through the crowd, you manage to head out of the courtroom where people start congratulating you and your father. but you were only focused on finding wonwoo.
you run out, only to end up getting ambushed by all the news reporters and journalists, all of them eager to know your thoughts as they bombard you with questions.
âhow do you feel yn?â
âhow does it feel to know your father is freeâ
âplease share a few wordsâ
you were being bombarded with questions that were going straight through your head and thatâs when you heard someone call out your name - wonwoo. you turn around, spotting him on the other side, a few feet away from you. you smile and run towards him, running into his arms as he picks you up and spins you around.
âwe did itâ, you whisper, your face inches away from his. âwe did itâ, he repeats, giving you a proud smile. you lean in, kissing him, not caring about what people were going to think anymore. wonwoo kisses you back with the same fierceness, like he was telling you that he was going to stand by you, so that you could conquer the world with him.
-epilogue-
after your father was dropped from all the accusations and was free, his company was slowly starting to gain traction again. the people were now in support of him, now more than ever and people wanted to know his story. but he always said one thing - that he wouldn't have been able to do it without you by his side. you ended up finally graduating college after your father approached them and they did give you extra credits for the trouble they caused you. youâd gotten your own office space in your dadâs building to work from and you were on your way to build your own company that stood for what it believed it.
youâre standing in front of wonwoo in your office with your arms crossed over your chest as you stare him down. he only stands, blinking down at you.
âwhat is it love?â, he asks.
âwe canât do this anymore wonwooâ, you tell and a wave of emotion seems to go through wonwooâs face.
âdo what?â, he asks calmly.
âthis!â, you say, gesturing your hands between him and you.
âi donât want you to be my bodyguard anymoreâ, you state and he furrows his brows, confused.Â
âwhat do you mean?â, he asks. âdid i do something wrong?â, he asks, taking a small step towards you.
âi donât need a bodyguard anymoreâ, you tell sternly.
âi beg to differâ, he says calmly.
âi want you to be my boyfriendâ, you say and he raises a brow at this proposition.
âi thought i already wasâ, he mumbles as he bashfully pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
âno more of this bodyguard business, you can be my full-time boyfriend nowâ, you tell and you can see the small smile playing on wonwooâs lips.
âbut isnât a bodyguard and boyfriend in one an advantage?â, he asks.
âbut i just want you to be my boyfriend insteadâ, you say, pouting.
âbut the perks of having a bodyguard and a boyfriend is truly one of a kindâ, he says, stepping closer as hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
âoh really?â, you ask, tilting you heard to the side.
âand what might that be?â, you ask, settling your hands on wonwooâs shoulders.
âyou know, i can protect you, plus you get to see my handsome face 24/7â, he says and you snort.Â
âwhat i know you love it. if i had a dollar everytime i caught you staring at me-â,Â
âshut upâ, you tell, giggling.
âand the most important perk of all, free kissesâ, he tells and you chuckle even more. âwhat? youâre always stealing kisses from me and-â, you cut him off by kissing him, which only seems to prove the point he was making.
âsee, you canât do thatâ, he tells, leaning in.
âwhy notâ, you ask, playing along.
âbecause youâre distracting me from my workâ, he says, leaning in and kissing you again.
âthatâs why you need to stop this bodyguard stuff and just be my boyfriend insteadâ, you whisper against his lips.Â
âbut then you wonât see me 24/7â, he tells.
âbut then i can distract youâ, you fill in.
âhm weâll see about that loveâ, he says, before he captures your lips and kisses you breathlessly.
the end
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Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.
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Chapter 5 - No Time to Waste
Itâs been a week and a half since the last power surge incident and so far everything was quiet. Too quiet for Batmanâs liking. It definitely increased his paranoia which in turn causes him to be extra moody. The culprit? Whoever was behind the power surge in the Narrows. They became an anomaly to Gotham. Unwanted, an eyesore in the eyes of Batman.
And the issue is, there hasnât been any news at all. No sightings, no suspects, nothing. Bruce felt challenged in a way. Something is in Gotham, living in his city and he feels like heâs still so far from discovering who or what it is. For the world's greatest detective is having a hard time solving this case. How frustrating.
With no news of another quantum breach, big or small, nothing. Itâs frustrating. Whatâs even more of a headache about this unsolved case, is another thing that has come to his attention- thanks Jim.
Bruce started hearing more reports of a new âvigilanteâ. But there are no pictures, no camera footage, no evidence, just testimonies, occasional sightings and witnesses. Nothing concrete, nothing solid, just no proof. So frustrating.
And there is a pattern.
What he does know is that they are always quick and efficient, never staying too long, leaving once or before the police arrive, and itâs always low level crooks like muggers or thiefs. Respectful and polite (from those they saved) and they mostly keep to the shadows of the night.
Whoever this new problem is, is trying to stay hidden and Batman doesnât like that at all. Not. One. Bit.Â
Despite the Narrows being Dukeâs territory, he is just one person who patrols in the daytime, so some of his sons and daughter help patrol at night. But it seems this newcomer has incredible luck and scurries off everytime they are even close to their location.
But this doesnât mean Batman will just let it go, oh no. Of course not silly, heâs going to find this new vigilante and see what they are about. Heâs going to evaluate them, judge them, and all it takes is one mess up. Just one and he will make sure they are locked up in Arkham.
A bit extreme, possibly. But he will take no chances, not when it comes to the safety of his city. Gotham is his to protect and defend, heâs keeping many eyes out for this intruder. Watch your back.
âSorry to interrupt your brooding hour B, but I have something I think you want to know. Also you have a message from Commissioner Gordon.â A new voice spoke through his comms.
âOn my way.â He replied.
âNo, I think itâs best you go with-â
âI am fully capable of handling it myself just fine. I donât require fatherâs assistance.â a third voice snapped. âIâm here with Kent, weâre fine Drake.â And the line was turned off.
âExplain.â Batman demanded.
âSo you seeâŠâ
-
After the failed attempt at contacting Miguel, you spent a couple of all nighters in advancing your beacon. This time, it would require even more energy but now it wonât cause a potential blackout. But it will notify the bats of your location like last time.
You know you have to be extra fucking careful this time. You might have gotten lucky those days ago in not getting caught, but you know your luck is shit anyways and Batman is one paranoid mother fucker. Him and his wards.
You have to be very cautious in where you go and how you will do this. This new connector is a bit more sturdier than the lightweight one you made before, but this time it also wonât require you to be stuck in one place. Actually, your signal will ping in more than one location. It will bounce off the cell towers and throw a fake location.Â
This will certainly tip the scales to your favor in avoidance of detection. Now, you wonât have to rely on your (shit) spider luck!Â
All you have to do is to connect it to a phone or computer, and connect that to any service in the area and manually set it off- which you can easily hack. There is only one tiny itty bitty problem. Guessed it yet? No? Well itâs simple, the only problem is- YOU DONâT HAVE A PHONE.
You could theoretically use the library computer but with civilians around you is a big major no. Youâre also pretty sure the library closes at like 8 or something.
No worries. You have a solution for this baby problem. Is it build one yourself? Pfft- fuck no. You donât have time to build a phone and even less for a computer, you still have to tweak your god damn watch for fuck sake. So, youâre just going to buy one.
And with what money- I hear you ask. Simple. Youâre going to make some. Time to become Spider-woman again.
Only until you have enough for a decent phone- you said. Itâll be easy- you said. Until you were proven wrong.
You spent two days hunting and defeating crooks, webbing the worst ones up, while the not so bad but are making shitty choices were let go (with the promise of hunting them down should they go back to doing bad stuff). Some advice here and there, pickpocketing criminalâs money, you know, the usual shabang.
Canât forget youâre avoiding all cameras so as to not give yourself away. Though you almost got caught by the police once, haha. You never stick around long enough to get spotted by the bats or the cops.
Until one night, dressed as a normal civilian, you were coming back from a shelter, turning a corner and you were immediately surrounded by a group of thugs wanting to rob you. You literally have nothing, so the only thing they would be robbing is your backpack with extra clothes and your suit. And maybe like two granola bars.
You tried to charm your way out of this situation because first of all, youre fucking tired, two, you donât have time for baby shit, and three, youâre about to start tweaking. Of course the five men didnât take your sarcastic remarks lightly and decided that their knives would do the talking.
So you beat them up. All five of them. 60 seconds was all it took. So to recompense wasting a minute of your time, you loot their cash discreetly.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) a well dressed man popped out of nowhere, getting close to you and you warned him you would break his wrist if he touched you- he still came but didnât touch you. Holding out a black card he presented it to your face.
âYou fight well, kid. If you want to make money fast,real money, call me and go here.â
âUm, Iâm not a k-â
âYouâll make hundreds.â He cut you off. Rude. âAnd if you impress the boss like you did me, you can make more.â
Spider luck?
Oh well that got your attention. Eyes narrowed. âFast money, how?â
âDid no one ever teach ya about âstranger dangerâ? Itâs a fight club, if you will. A tournament if youâre interested.â
Spider luck.
After pondering it for a quick second, here you are, getting a card with a free invite to a ring, probably filled with big, crazy, and most likely wanted criminals, and you get paid to beat them up? Sign me the fuck up. âIâm very interested.â you nod.
The man gave a crooked smile. âPerfect. Iâll see you tomorrow, kid.â
âIâm not-â The man walked away and inside a white limo car. Fuck you.
So you went the next day. Making sure you wore your normal clothes, just sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and your face mask, you called the guy.
Meeting him was uninteresting, conversations were nothing exciting, just asking you your fighting style, can you take on a big guy, and whatnot.Â
Upon entering the place (behind a well known bar) you were led to a ring, two fighters going at it. You watched how one was clearly more experienced than the other, while the other guy was battered and bleeding but still fighting. Blood spraying everywhere with every hit until he hit the ground cold.
It certainly is a sight.
It was that very day that you had your very first fight.
Stepping into the ring with no prep, no bandages, no helmet, nothing, this was a raw fight through and through, you were immediately booed and laughed at. Tough crowd.
Of course you were not going against a stereotypical big muscular guy that looks like he could bench press a tank. No, in fact you were against a young military deserter as your first opponent. Scars and all. Across his neck laid an identification tag (also known as dog tag). Christopher Conner.
The man in front of you sneered, laughing at you. âNo way they sent me a kid. I will break all your bones. Donât start crying too soon.â he cooed.
He taunted you and the crowd loved it. You, on the other hand, were pretty bored and unimpressed.Â
âIâm not a kidâŠâ you huffed behind your face mask.
What was able to be seen on your face must have told him that because he didnât like being ignored.Â
So he swung, a clear hit to be a knock out. You swerve.
This time he kicked, you parried.
He did not like that. Soon a game ensued. Hit attacking and you either blocking or dodging. You didnât even need your spider sense, you got this in the bag, honestly this was quite sad. The crowd went from booing you to insulting Christopher.
âWhat the fuck man?!â
âHit the kid!â
âMy moneyâs riding on you dickface!â
âDonât you dare lose motherfucker, or Iâll shoot you!â
It seems their insults were getting to the man. You on the other hand kinda started to feel bad.
âStand still you fucker!â Christopher growled, throwing punches.
You scoffed, âMy aunt throws faster punches than you Chris.â You can almost taste the bloodlust seeping from his pores. âHey man, it's been three minutes, surely you can end this, right?â
Chrisâs jaw clenched in anger. He was about to explode. A voice called out your name.
âNada! Stop wasting time and finish it kid. Or you wonât get paid.â What? What a scam! Youâre trying to entertain yourself too yâknow, guess this will be a way to relieve stress.
Facing the military man you didnât give him a second to process when you blew him a kiss and then a fist made contact with his chin, effectively knocking him out the second his back hit the ring walls. âIâm not a kid.â
The crowd was silent before chaos broke. Half the crowd booed and threatened the fallen man, while the other half started cheering.
With how unsatisfied most people were, you had to fight three more times. Each time, you won, with no scratches on you (you did pretend to get hit at times for realism). Each victory secures you cheers and hype.
By the end of your last fight, it was dark out and you were walked off by the same man that brought you here. âGood job kid. I know you were the right call.â
âIâm not-â A thick envelope was thrown. Catching it, you opened it up to find money, lots of money. âWoah.â
The man in the suit chuckled. âLike it? You can make more the more you win.â
Still entrance by the stack of green you nodded. âSame time tomorrow?â
âSame time.â The man walked off and you stared at the money.
âBooyah baby!â
You bought a phone the next morning.
And so itâs been five days since then. You werenât in a desperate need for money anymore, so you cut your fights down from five to two a day. You still needed time to continue fixing your beacon. Spider-woman sightings have also significantly decreased the more you noticed the increase in security.
You were not taking any chances.
Walking towards the somewhat empty bar, you greeted the bouncer and headed inside to an âemployees onlyâ door to meet the guy in the suit. He did tell you his name, but you call him âSuitâ in your head regardless.Â
âHey there Nada,â He hears a sigh from behind the mask. âListen, kid, youâre one of my best fighters, but I need you to lay low for a while. Here.â
Catching a burner phone you tilt your head for an explanation, pocketing it. âCops?â
âWorse.â he sighs, slicking his hair back. âBats.â
Fucking spider luck.
Like a bucket of ice and cold water was dumped on you, blood turning cold. You froze in terror. You should have guessed that a hidden fighting ring would not be kept hidden for long. The criminals that you fought and were downright nasty, you made sure they were caught outside and far away from this location.Â
And it was random from a list you composed. Enough to make sure you werenât a suspect. But fuck now you have to erase your presense here. Youâre a nobody, Nada, nothing. Guess it really is time to lay lower than low, like a ghost. âI wonât come back then.â Voice serious and cold.
He laughed, pulling out an envelope from his suit's inner pocket. âSâthat so?â Handing it out for you to take, his eyes burn into yours. âThen Iâll just have ta hunt you down, kid.â
Taking the envelope (it felt thicker and heavier than usual) and placing it in your pocket you chuckled, cold, fake, calculating. âTry. Iâm good at hiding.â Walking away, hands in pocket, feeling both the envelope and the burner phone, turning your body to avoid bumping into a familiar guy speed walking in. âIâm not a kidâŠâ you mumbled to yourself.
You didnât bother glancing at the man you dubbed âSuitâ, real name Jacob Sullivan Jones. It seems itâs time for JSJ to have a run in with the Gotham City Police Department.Â
It is truly fortunate that Jacob doesnât know where you're staying. Although he might not know about the warehouse inside the junkyard, he does know you are not a resident with no permanent home. He had stalked you for a bit after the first meeting (the bouncer was so easy to spot really), believing youâre homeless, alone, and a nobody (someone who nobody would miss or look for). Youâre using that (somewhat of a mis)information to your advantage.
Leaving the desolate bar, thoughts consumed by the written list of criminals you drafted and plan to anonymously give it to the GCPD. How you got the other criminals caught was simple, you always used a payphone and gave anonymous tips. That wonât work here. At least not fully. Knowing the corruption, maybe you should hand it to the one of the cops you know isnât corrupt.
Now, do you hack the police and email it? Print it/fax it and send it? Or hand it directly but as spider-woman? Well for starters, the second option is garbage because if the right person doesnât see it first, it will just get covered up. Hacking into the GCPD and emailing it directly doesnât sound like a bad idea, the only issue is, if they decided to forward that information to the bats, youâre fucked because then you know theyâll dig in and somehow find out about you.
It seems like going in as Spider-woman is the best bet, but then again, the bats are real close, too close for comfort. Should you take the risk? But if you donât turn these criminals in, it will stay in your consciousness of letting innocents down. Guess you have to suck it up and do it then.
âThis sucksâ you mumbled, deep in thought.Â
Suddenly you felt your body freeze. Feeling your spider sense go haywire, you looked up and hard swerved to the side, avoiding bumping into a stranger.
It seemed that your sudden change in direction caught the strangerâs attention and the person next to him, both heads snapped towards you.
Hands out of pocket awkwardly waving in embarrassment. âIâm so sorry!â Taking a look at the one you almost bumped into, he is tall, with black hair and vibrant blue eyes.
Taking note of your embarrassment the stranger chuckles, looking into your eyes, âNo worries! Nice reflexes though!â
The strangerâs partner scowled in your direction and you could feel his eyes burning you alive. âWatch where you walk, you buffoon.â Venom.
âDonât be rude, Dame.â
âDonât call me that. We donât have time for this tomfoolery.â
Alrighty then, guess itâs time to fuck off. âYes, thank you- again, so sorry.â You donât even spare the other guy a glance, quickly scurrying off. Your spider sense hasnât shut off and you donât like where this is going. âGood bye.â
âHey wait a minute!â
âWhat are you doing Kent? Our priority is there.â
Not turning back, you quickened to a brisk walk away from this nauseating area. This whole goddamn experience is so nauseating. You just wanted to go home. Was that soooooo much to ask? Regardless, you did not want to know what those strangers wanted, and you were taught âstranger dangerâ and it certainly applied here.
After a certain distance later, your senses dulled into a small buzz as you turned a corner and entered the public library. Taking your usual empty seat, you let out a deep sigh. This was what you were used to since coming into this world. Since being yoinked from another dimension and plopped in this universe, your senses never really shut off. It was like everything in this world was a danger, and it only spiked when reacting to blood lust, danger of a certain radius, and people who are incredibly strong.Â
Recalling that one stranger, who looked too innocent enough for it to be bloodlust, just that their presence caught you so off guard. But your senses screamed at you, and it terrified you to an extent. This is why you can never really relax being here, even when youâre alone in the warehouse, you just feel so out of place, and in danger constantly. It was beginning to eat you up honestly.
You miss your innocent youthful days. God you sound old. But you really do miss having a home to go back to. A home where once you step inside, itâs warm, and two people would always greet you like a warm embrace.
Now itâs cold and desolate, barely anything inside, empty and lonely.
But now, you canât even go there anymore. Even if it was painful to live in the same home that had more members, then reduced to just you, it was still home.Â
You canât even go home.
Remembering the words Jacob Sullivan Jones spoke to you earlier, you fish out the envelope. Taking note of the weight, it was decided to open it and find more than usual.
Picking up a small zip-lock bag, your eyes widened. It was an ID, an ID and a passport. Just what the fuck was Jacob going to do with giving you this? Why did he make this for you? What were his plans? No, you canât think about that. This is a blessing for sure, and youâll take it- but, you have to put Jacob in prison. Now.
This is a gift and you know that with criminals, all gifts are never for free. This is a âyou owe meâ gift. âFuck, this sucks.â You just want a moment of peace.
Think, you have to think. Now you have an identification, but, you donât know if youâre in the system, since once again, incase you forgot, you donât fucking exist here. Whatever Jacob was thinking, you definitely donât want a part of it. Youâre going to put a stop to this now.
Though, recalling the two strangers earlier, you donât bother with the rude one of the two, more focused on the one with blue eyes. Something about him just stuck out to you. He looked vaguely familiar.
Okay, letâs take this from the top. You felt a strong sense of precaution, thus causing your spider sense to alert you. Your sense only went away when you were a considerable distance away from those two, so you know itâs about the strangers. Bases covered, perfect. Whatâs next?
 You only really focused on the one who you almost touched, so letâs continue from there. He is tall, a welldefine body, black hair, and vibrant blue eyes. Thatâs all you remember seeing now for what you heard. His friend/partner/acquaintance/fellow party member said âKentâ, this could be his name or surname but the name âKentâ makes your throat clogged. You only know of another Kent and itâs a superhero.
It couldnât beâŠright?Â
Turning the computer on, you started typing away, fingers trembling, heart thumping loudly, head spinning, and body sweating. Please, please, please, be wrong. You prayed.
The window search lands on a somewhat recent news. Superman and Superboy save hundreds during bridge collapse! By Lois Lane Kent.
In the photo, on the front page was a scene, both Superman and Superboy. The older one was holding a piece of a bridge while the other younger one was using his heat vision. This was Supermanâs son. And you came into contact with him.
You were royally fucking screwed.
Fuck- fuck! No, no nono!Â
All the anxiety you tried to lock away came like a tsunami. You were reminded of how small you are in this world. How easy it is to find trouble even without looking. You wanted no part in this world but it seems the gods wanted to fuck you over and over again.Â
And, as much as you wanted to curse out the Spot for yeeting you far faaaaaaar from your universe, you only blame yourself for latching onto him and getting lost on the way to his next destination.
God this sucks! You wanted to curl up and cry, but you canât. Youâre a big girl and so, youâll deal with this fuckery later. After all, your best trait was putting your issues to the side and focusing on the bigger picture. This- meeting Supermanâs son can wait. After all, you havenât run into any bats besides Signal- yes you researched him when you had free time (you only knew of him but not really who he was), so for now, your spider luck has been blessing you thus far.
You need to focus on the bigger picture, getting Jacob and the other criminals caught.
Getting to work, you begin to type away your list that you memorized, the location of the bar, the owner of the bar was still a mystery but the one who runs it is Jacob, schedule of the bouncer shifts, and the names and alias of those who you encountered as well as the situation of misguided teens. You type it all, making sure to keep your real and fake identity out, you did put in your alias Nada, as a picked up street kid. Enough for it to be a âmisguidedâ teen situation but not enough to catch someoneâs attention unless they were looking for it.
Now that you know you ran into Clark Kentâs son (a deduction), you know you canât risk encountering him as spider-woman. Knowing that Superman can (somehow) memorize and identify someone based on their heart beat or whatever, so fuck no are you going to parade as spider-woman any time soon.
You swear to god that you will do everything you can to avoid meeting them in both their civilian personas and alter egos.
Calming yourself, you get ready to hack the GCPD, and leave a message.
âThey know. Scatter.âÂ
It hits you. The epiphany of why Jacob had an ID and passport made for you. They were moving locations. Abandoning fort, and taking anyone who they wanted. Basically a trafficking ring for those who werenât onboard, and a new opportunity for those who they saw potential in.Â
Shit, you should have stopped this when Jacob found you, but you didnât know anything then. Now it could be too late. But Jacob did say to lay low, so theyâre mostly biding their time. Probably erasing, hiding, and misplacing real and fake evidence.
They need to get exposed now, âstrike while the iron is hotâ as the saying goes.Â
It seems like itâs time to meet the commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department, James âJimâ Gordon, as Spider-woman. How funâŠÂ
Way to contratic your fucking promise so soon. Well, at least itâs a civilian and not a hero/vigilante. âThis fucking sucks.â
-
Damian scoffed when Tim wanted to force his father the Batman into his lead. Itâs not that he doesnât want his father, itâs just this is an undercover sort of situation. He got a lead when he went to interrogate a pathetic military criminal. He can handle this mission on his own.
âNo, I think itâs best you go with-â
âI am fully capable of handling it myself just fine. I donât require fatherâs assistance.â Damian heard Jon chuckle, most likely overhearing this conversation with his super hearing. What a nuisance. Â âIâm here with Kent, weâre fine Drake.â And the line was turned off.
âWell that was something. So, whatâs the plan that you didnât want Lizzie to be involved in?â
âFocus, Jon.â Damian explained their stakeout first, before going to don their costumes. Deep in their conversation, Damian caught sight of one of the suspects speed walking past them. He brings this to Jonâs attention. âIt's him, the mercenary Christopher Conner.â
âOkay, so this bar is the place. Let me check real quick.â Using his vision, Jonâs eyebrow furrows. âNext door is styled like a wrestling ring, only two exits. From here and from an office. This is the place.â
âThen weâll change and apprehend the criminal. Watch and hear what he is saying.â Jon followed Damianâs lead when someone jumped out of his way like he was burning them, causing Damian to also turn his head.
âIâm so sorry!â Despite the mask covering their mouth, their voice of this buffoon sounded androgynous, their clothes didnât help to differentiate a gender either. But what he can see were this strangerâs eyes, and he canât look away.
It seems neither can Jon as he chuckles and waves off the encounter. âNo worries! Nice reflexes though!â Jon makes it very obvious heâs staring hard.
Just what is it about this total insignificant stranger that caught Damianâs undivided attention? From what he can see, they look normal (canât really tell with that face mask though), but there is just something that has him unable to take his eyes off of them.
Jon has the same issue, and Damian narrowed his eyes in suspicion and scowls. âWatch where you walk, you buffoon.âÂ
Jon, without breaking eye contact, scolds Damina. âDonât be rude, Dame.â
Snapping out of this trance, he snaps back,â Donât call me that.â Thatâs right, they are on a mission, no distractions allowed. âWe donât have time for this tomfoolery.â
Jon looks at Damian, as he too, regains his focus, eyes staring into each other as if communicating, he nods. They can come back to this after they finish their assignment.Â
âYes, thank you- again, so sorry. Good bye.â The stranger quickly scurried off.
Caught off guard Jon impulsively extended his arm out to grab their shoulder. âHey wait a minute!âÂ
Damian acted faster, grabbing Jonâs arm. âWhat are you doing Kent? Our priority is there.â Pointing towards the bar with his head. This isnât good, theyâre getting sidetracked.
Jon didnât turn to look at Damian, no he was still staring at the stranger. âI just wanted to askâŠâ He trailed off as he strained his ears, focusing on their heartbeat, their breathing patterns, anything he could to commit to memory. âFor their name.â
Damian, too, side glanced at the retreating figure, dissecting the way they moved, their tensed shoulders, everything until they were out of sight.
Jon wanted to ask their name. Was that weird? Their situation didnât require him to ask their name. How would he even go about it, âSorry for almost bumping into you, hey can I ask for your name?â Yea, no.
âDamian, I-â Jon began before getting caught off.
âI know. Weâll deal with that later,â His eyes narrow, glancing at the bar. âFocus.â But he too was entranced. But he was much better at pushing that to the side, but he knows he wonât be able to hold it off for now. The best he can do is rein in Jonâs attention to the assignment.
Moving to a cafe nearby with a good view of the barâs entrance, they ordered some drinks. This wasnât Damians idea but heâll let Jon have his way for cooperating.
Jon nodded, getting back into focus, using his super hearing to overhear the conversation inside the bar.
His stomach tingles at the thought of asking the stranger for their name.
Hand discreetly on his year Damian spoke, âDrake, look into the time of now and send it over to me.â
âHey- wait-â Tim was caught off guard, âWhatâs this about? I thought you didnât ârequire assistanceâ for this.â He teased.Â
âI donât.â He shut the comms off. Now, back to work. âWhatâs going on Jon?â
âThis is our guy. Heâs getting assigned to deliver a package. This is serious. Heâs upset.â
Damian clicked his tongue. âTt. Follow.â
Jon tunes into the conversation again.
âThe police arenât the issue. Itâs the costumes that have been spotted close. We already lost a couple of our men to the cops.â
âAnd you donât think thatâs suspicious? We have a traitor!â
âYou donât think I donât know that, Chris? Ever since Sebastian was caught by the fucking commissioner, the others have been getting caught like flies here in Gotham. Heâs spilling, so I need to silence him.âÂ
âThe usual?â
âNo, not you this time. Weâre leaving so I need you to focus on one more thing.â
âIs it about them, the one you want to recruit?â
âYes, I want them-â a phone rang interrupting the conversation. âItâs the boss. Dismissed, Iâll send ya the rest later.â
âUnderstood sir. Iâll deliver the packages tonight.â The mercenary walked off, no longer as upset as earlier.
Jon, processing the information, becomes visibly upset. âTheyâre recruiting, and based on the conversation, it's the runaway and homeless teens that have been reported by the shelters. This is bigger than just Gotham. I think theyâre leaving, moving somewhere else.â
âLetâs follow.â Damianâs attention was caught at the mercenary leaving the bar. âThere.â
âThe guy he was talking to said he would âsend the rest laterâ, I think it will be on his phone.â Jon informed.
Damian absorbed the information. âWeâll follow and catch him red handed.â
âWhat about âthe packageâ?â Jon questioned.
âWhat about them? Iâll forward the intel to the rest. We focus on this guy. The evidence on his phone is all we need.â
âDame, I canât with good conscience leave those vulnerable kids on their own.â Stressed Jon.
âAnd weâre not. The others will take care of it.â Damian replied. âWhen we apprehend the mercenary, acquire the intel, we go after this guy while the others detain their accomplices and rescue the runaways. They will all fall tonight, Jon, so focus.â
Jonathan Kent wanted to bite back, but he knows Damian ran this plan at least three times before bringing him along. Damian is just that strategic. And he places his full trust in him, god does this leave him unsatisfied. He knows those kids are trapped somewhere and if taking this mercenary and the manager from the bar out gets them safe faster, then he will do as he is told.
Something just feels out of place, this has been too easy so far. âAlright, heâs heading north.â
Damian nods, slipping away to change into his suit.
As if connected, Damian as well feels like things have been progressing smoothly. And when it comes to crimes committed in Gotham, when things are going good, then something isnât right.
Ever since the first the GCPD have been arresting some low and decent levels of this new crime syndicate, news of some human trafficking organizations have been slowly getting uncovered as if by overnight. It started around five days ago, low level members were caught, and just two days ago, a higher member was arrested.
Ever since his father the Batman (he tagged along) interrogated him, he spilled like a waterfall. Since they have been cracking down on the case, they know this criminal organization is trying to get on the levels of Black Mask or The Penguin.
The only issue is, this was only exclusive to Gotham, now based on what Jon relay to him, this is just a small base, there are others. He refuses to let this go on any further. Not to his city, or his people. Yet, there is this itch in the back of his head. These captures were by far too easy, and these people arenât sloppy. No, they had been operating for some time, and yet they were getting caught like moths to a flame due to anonymous tips being called in. Someone out there is deliberately getting these scumbags caught.
And Batman believes it could possibly have a connection to the other pressing issue thatâs consuming his thought. There has to be a connection to the quantum disturbance from a little over a week ago. Itâs just too coincidental for it not to be.Â
Something is happening in Gotham, and he will get to the bottom of this.
-
You know, people say to plan for everything, thus making Batman a force to be reckoned with since he is the master of having contingency plans and backup plans for those backup plans. And yet, here you are, with a plan and life just wants to fuck you over and expects you to just deal with it.
No.
After coming up with spider-woman handing the commissioner Jim Gordon a list of criminals and misguided teens, you just needed to go and change. But here you are, running into a situation if you will.Â
You see, after running away from Superman's son, and a printed list folded neatly in your pocket as you head âhomeâ, you started to feel the icky sensation of being watched. Years of experience and knowing how not to tip off that you know, you head away from your place of operations and head up north.Â
Though despite not giving signs of how utterly fucking tense and anxious you are, you rationalize that it can not be any of the birds because you havenât done anything suspicious. That, and the fact that your spider sense isnât screaming at you of danger so for now, thatâs calming you down.
On the other hand, you still have no clue who is following you. It was like, thirty minutes since running into the super, and no call from the burner phone. This whole âbeing followedâ is a fucking nuisance, putting a wrench in your plans.Â
The only good thing is that, since you are technically surrounded by civilians walking about, they canât really do anything to you, unless they want to cause panic amongst the innocents. Though, that wouldnât stop someone from shooting you if they wanted you dead.Â
Still, regardless if you are wanted dead (highly unlikely) or alive (for whatever reason) you donât want to lead innocent civilians into this, so away you go! Informing Jim Gordon can wait (not it canât), youâll lose your pursuer and then catch them!
Turning a corner, into alleyways, zig zagging, you hear their footsteps pick up. Persistent.
While running away, you form theories. We crossed out the batsonas, you havenât done or got caught with anything to be on their radar afterall, it canât be a random crook because for one, you look poor too, and second, theyâre chasing you for a reason. Another idea was maybe it has something to do with Jacob. But that doesnât make much sense since you just got a burner phone.Â
Something just isnât adding up.Â
Your spider sense spiked as you turned down a corner. Despite this, you kept going straight, ready to take on whoever was going to appear in front of you.Â
With a very good distance between you and your pursuer you took this chance to discard your mask and sweatshirt (thank god for having a tank top) ontop of a parked motorcycle as you turned another corner, there stood a man near the end of the alleyway, tall and (once again) wellbuilt, with black hair just standing there, phone in hand.
Quickly you jogged towards him (he glanced your way) and grabbed his arm, startling him. âSorry, please play along!â you whispered and pulled him.
The stranger only had one second to figure out what was happening. In that split second though, he heard a plea for help. The next thing he knew, he had his free hand on the wall above your head while the other one was moved to your waist. Back towards the wall and having his big frame engulf yours, you let his arm go and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him towards your face.Â
It's only then that you take in his appearance, handsome from what you can see, and your heart dropped. âIâm being followed,â you muttered, noticing the strangerâs eyes roam your face before settling on your eyes. âI donât know who they are.â
The man in front of you nodded, kept in place as footsteps hastily turned the corner, running past the both of you. Your body tensed up watching the hooded figure stop at the end of the alleyway. Taking the chance to observe the guy, he pulled out a phone while looking both ways before exiting from your view.
While you were distracted the stranger in front of you pulled back, making your release your hold. He was quiet. âOnce again, Iâm so sorry! Thank you!â You nervously backed away, in the opposite direction your pursuer went.
He grunted, watching you walk back away. He opened his mouth to speak but the phone in his hand began to ring. He glanced down at the caller before looking back up.Â
You were already gone, picking up your sweatshirt and mask, donning them on and running away. Your heart was pounding so loud, it rang in your ear. That was Jason mother fucking Todd. You ran into the Red Hood. What the fuck was he doing in the Narrows?!
Recalling the words Jacob spoke earlier, it echoed through your head. âBats.â Thatâs right. The fucking bats are intown, and this was too close for comfort. This sucks balls!
âFocus, focus. Officer Gordon, here I come.â To the junkyard you go.
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Jason watched the very pretty woman leave him with his thoughts. Getting pulled into caging someone against a back alley wall was not in his cards today, but with Gotham, one always has to expect the unexpected.Â
Speaking of the unexpected, he let himself momentarily get distracted recalling the bold stranger from earlier. Something about this woman, rendered him quiet. But at the same time, he took note of just how anxious she was. Tensed body, eyebrows furrowed, worried expression, scared eyes, and over all the way she held onto him while losing her pursuer. He wondered just what kind of trouble found her. It seems crime really doesnât stop during the daylight.
He committed her face to memory, and will touch upon her situation once he finished his current assignment.Â
âYou still there?â the voice spoke from his phone.
âYea, Iâm still here. Iâm in the Narrows, following the lead.â
âGood, while Damian follows the mercenary, you got the manager. Iâm seeing some suspicious moments. Turn on your commlink, Bruce is already moody as he is.â
âWhen isnât he like that.â Jason rolled his eyes as he walked back to his bike that he parked further in the alley. Before taking off, he glanced in the direction the stranger went. Her actions and the sound of her voice repeated inside his mind like an echo, burning itself in his memory.
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I realized everything I wanted for this chapter did not happen. So now it's split into two parts- oops. Side note, this will not be a yandere series, though I do think they get 'possessive' sure, not yandere though. I finally know how I am going to end the Act, the issue is the in between that I struggle with.
Yay, you met Jon and Jason. Next up are Cass, Steph, Dick, and Tim the only ones left.
Web Bound Secret Corner!
Spider-Woman had an eidetic memory.
Spider-Woman does not know about the trafficked kids.
Spider-Woman did not notice Damian.
If Spider-Woman had to choose between saving a life and going home, she'd save the life.
Spider-Woman's is bad at grieving and worse with failure.
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KISSES TO MY EXES (joão félix x reader)
summary : in which y/n & joĂŁo soft launch their relationship as a response to their exes dating rumors
face claim : alexandra saint mleux (shes so gorgeous brooo)
notes : this idea came to me in a vision tbh like its so stupid im actually crying but hope you enjoy it. also no hate to magui shes so fine n stuff js her personality is irking me out xx
pairings : joão félix x ex!norris!reader , smau
It's safe to say both of them were screwed over by the two people who were now rumored to be dating.
Y/N L/N became a prominent figure in the sports industry even before she started dating the McLaren driver. She gained recognition in the Formula One community as Lando Norris's girlfriend. However, after their breakup, she became known as the one who was dumped by Lando Norrisâin a good way, though.
She used the publicity of being dumped to her advantage. Instead of sobbing over the breakup initiated by Lando, she became the best version of herself.
JoĂŁo FĂ©lix, on the other hand, took his "breakup" as a challenge. A challenge to see how many times he could get fucked over by the same girl. The Portuguese actress and model, Magui Corceiro, was like meth to him. He couldn't stop going back to her; he didn't even try to stop himself. People say that "third time's the charm." Well, for JoĂŁo, it was the fourth. After she fucked him over for the fourth time, he decided he was going to start his villain arc (breaking up with her).
JoĂŁo's transfer to Barcelona came with much more than just a new club and a new country to discover; it also brought a new relationship.
The two had bonded over their recent relationship endings and on a personal level, they were a match. As months went by, their bond grew until it turned into an actual relationship. As of June 2024, they had been together for about five months, agreeing to keep it low-key. However, the moment they saw their exes link up they decided to reveal it piece by piece.
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formulagossip uh, oh !! ex-wag / wag gossip here !! the ex-girlfriend of lando norris, y/n l/n, had attended a wimbledon match whilst her ex-boyfriend (lando) was there with his current girlfriend (?), magui corceiro. they havent interacted at all but neither of the three seem excited about meeting eachother here.
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user oh shit
user bro downgraded (personality wise)
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user lando when will you learn
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formulagossip y/n y/l, ex-girlfriend of lando norris liked our post regarding the portuguese fc barcelona player. the two have been following eachother for a few months and even spotted at some events together (via a fan who messaged to us!)
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formulagossip former wag of lando norris, y/n y/l, is seemingly soft launching her relationship with the portuguese football player, joão félix. the two have been interacting both on and off social media for a while now and its not surprising theres possible romance going on !! y/n posted a picture of a pair of hands which match another picture of joaos hands. it also appears joao updated his instagram story with a picture of y/ns dog. what do you guys think?
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hiiii i loved ur CL fics sm I was wondering if you could write angst of LN inspired by the song Casual by chappel roan?đ feel free to ignore this req though!!đ love u
CASUAL | LN4
an: this is TOTALLY not based off personal experience and TOTALLY didn't make me cry writing it, i poured two years worth of bullshit into this i hope you enjoy it. one of these scenes actually happened try and guess which one AND TO MAKE IT WORST I WAS THE JOURNALIST AND HE WAS THE SPORTS PLAYER ANYWAY
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Present Time
The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked window of the sleek black cab, each droplet a reminder of how tonight had unravelled into something far too complicated. She sat back against the worn leather seat, her fingers unconsciously tapping the small notebook resting in her lap. She hadnât written a word.
She shouldnât have agreed to this interview. That much was clear now. But when her editor had mentioned his name, her chest had tightened. It had been a yearâno, closer to twoâsince the last time sheâd seen him in person. But when you cover Formula 1, you donât escape the shadow of Lando Norris for long. Especially this season. And here she was, his shadow pulling her back in, as if those tangled months had never happened.
The cab slowed, pulling up to a luxury hotel that had never seemed like Landoâs styleâuntil it did. The polished, impersonal grandeur, the kind that screamed you were too famous, too fast to belong anywhere at all. The driver mumbled something about rain, but she barely heard him. She was too busy staring at the figure that had just appeared through the entrance. Tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly leaning against a pillar, Landoâs expression was hard to read, even from here. His trademark black leather jacket hung off him like a second skin. She remembered that jacket. She remembered far too much.
He spotted her through the rain, those piercing green eyes locking onto hers with the same intensity that had once sent her world spinning. For a moment, time seemed to slip backward, to late nights and whispered arguments, to hotel rooms where neither of them had belonged.
She swallowed hard and pushed the car door open. She wasnât here for that. This was just work now. An interview, a piece for tomorrowâs newspaper. Nothing more. Lando had made it clear a long time ago that they were nothing more.
She stepped out into the rain, the cool drops on her skin grounding her just enough. Lando didnât move, but his gaze followed her like a predatorâs, waiting to strike.
"Long time no see," he called out as she approached, his voice low and edged with something she couldnât quite place.Â
She flinched at his voice, directed towards her. Like it had all been some fleeting game, some disposable moment. The thing was, she had been the one whoâd tried to keep it light, whoâd pretended she didnât care. But Lando had always seen through her. And now, she wondered if he could still see what a mess she was beneath the practised professionalism.
"Yeah," she forced a tight smile, trying to pretend that his voice didnât sting. "Just work, Lando. Letâs keep it that way."
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling the corner of his lips. âIf you say so.â He said it like a challenge, like they both knew this wasnât just a story for either of them.
She held her breath, her heart pounding far too hard for someone who had promised herself she was over this. Over him.
But deep down, she already knew the truth: there was nothing casual about Lando Norris. There never had been.
Two Years Ago
It had been a suffocatingly hot afternoon at the Austin Grand Prix. The sun hung heavy in the sky, the smell of burning rubber thick in the air as engines roared, and tension crackled around the circuit. But none of that had mattered when she was with Lando.
Just minutes before, sheâd been in his driverâs room, his body tangled with hers, skin still warm from the way their desperation had collided. It had been fast, roughâlike all the moments theyâd stolen in between races. And for a fleeting second, she had believed that maybe this time was different. Maybe this time, heâd let her in.
But as she stepped into the paddock, adjusting her shirt and fixing her hair, she heard his voice, sharp and careless, coming from around the corner. She should have walked away. But curiosity, or maybe the sick need to hear, pulled her closer.
"I don't know, man," Landoâs laugh broke through the air like glass. "Itâs casual. Sheâs just another girl. You know how it is."
She froze, her breath catching in her throat. She pressed herself against the wall, just out of sight, the words slicing through her. Just another girl.
She heard the other driverâwas it Pierre? Or maybe Charlesâmurmur something back, his voice muffled, like it didnât matter. Nothing anyone else said mattered after that.
All she could focus on was Lando. The way he spoke about her as if the last hour hadnât happened. As if they hadnât just been in his room, their bodies and hearts closer than they had ever dared admit out loud.
Her stomach twisted violently, shame and anger rising in her chest. How could he act like that? Like none of it meant anything? Like she didnât mean anything?
She pushed herself off the wall, her heart hammering. She had to leave, get out of here before the flood of emotions swallowed her whole. But just as she turned the corner, she came face-to-face with someone who could unravel her even more.
Landoâs mother, Cisca Norris, stood in front of her, a soft smile breaking across her face the second she saw her .
âDarling, itâs been too long,â Ciscaâs voice was warm, so achingly kind, as she pulled her into an embrace.
She wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to run, but instead, she wrapped her arms around Cisca and tried not to let the tears fall. Cisca held her like she was more than just another journalist, more than just another girl passing through Landoâs life. The woman had always been good to her, always treated her with affection that felt too close to motherly.
She couldnât break now. Not in front of Cisca.
âYeah, it has,â she managed, her voice thin as she pulled back and forced a smile. Her chest was burning, her throat tight. Ciscaâs eyes searched her face with that kind of intuition only mothers had. She mustâve known something was wrong, but she didnât ask.
âYou should come by later,â Cisca continued, still holding her hands in hers. âDinner with the family. Itâll be nice.â
She nodded, her vision blurring as she made some excuse, something about needing to finish a story. Cisca finally released her, her touch lingering as if she could sense the storm brewing inside her.
The second Cisca was gone, her composure cracked. She made her way to the bathroom, her legs unsteady as the pain crashed over her in waves. She locked herself in a stall, her back pressed against the cold tile wall, and finally let out the breath she had been holding.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to erase the image of Landoâs smirk, the sound of his voice when he had so casually discarded her like she was nothing.
She had always known it couldnât last, that Lando wasnât the kind of man to settle down, least of all with someone like her. But hearing it like thatâhearing him reduce everything they had been to something so meaninglessâtore something inside her she hadnât even known was fragile.
She thought of Cisca, of the warmth in her embrace, and it only made the ache worse. There was no pretending now, no saving face. The line between Landoâs world and her own was more jagged than ever. She didnât belong, not here, not with him.
She had barely pieced herself together by the time she left the bathroom stall. Her reflection in the mirror looked foreign, hollow-eyed and shaky, her hands gripping the counter as if the world beneath her feet might give way. But she didnât have time to fall apart. Not here. Not now.
The media pen was bustling with the usual post-qualifying chaosâdrivers weaving between journalists, cameras pointed in every direction, reporters asking the same rehearsed questions. Sheâd done this a hundred times, and today should have been no different. But today, every movement felt like it was being held together by string, and she was one breath away from snapping.
As soon as she arrived, her producer, Mark, waved her over, holding up the microphone with a nod. She forced a smile, plastering on the face she always wore when the cameras were rolling. She could do this. She had to do this.
Lando was already there, standing with a few other journalists, casually leaning against the fence like he hadnât just torn her heart in half an hour ago. He looked almost too relaxed, that signature smirk playing on his lips. When his eyes met hers, something in them flickeredâlike he knew. Like he could see how fragile she was, and he wasnât about to make it any easier.
"Hey," Lando drawled as she approached, his voice low and smooth. He flashed her a grin, the one that used to make her stomach flip. Now, it only twisted the knife.
She kept her face neutral, gripping the microphone a little tighter. "Lando," she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside. "You had a solid qualifying. What are your thoughts heading into tomorrowâs race?"
He tilted his head, his gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, you know," he said, his tone almost playful. "Feeling good. Always do when Iâve got the right motivation." He winked, just subtle enough that the cameras wouldnât pick it up, but she caught it. And she hated that her heart still skipped at the sight.
She fought to keep her composure, swallowing hard as she moved on to the next question, doing her best to keep it professional. But every answer Lando gave was laced with innuendo, his eyes lingering on her in ways that felt too personal. Too raw. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him to stop playing games, to stop acting like everything between them was fine when she was barely holding it together.
"Alright, thanks for your time," she said, ending the interview with a tight smile as the camera finally cut. Her hand was shaking, the adrenaline rushing through her veins like fire. She needed to get out of here. Fast.
But before she could move, Lando stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice so quiet no one else could hear. "I'll meet you at the hotel later?"
She stiffened, her entire body tensing. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide, disbelief flooding her chest. How could he be so casual, so careless? Did he really think sheâd just meet him after what she overheard? After the way heâd reduced her to nothing?
Landoâs fingers brushed against hers, and for a split second, he took her hand, bringing it to his lips. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, just like it always did. He kissed her hand gently, like nothing had changed. Like he hadnât just broken her in two.
She yanked her hand away, her breath catching as the pain clawed at her chest. She couldn't do this. Not again. She forced a small, tight-lipped smile, nodding as if she was agreeing, but inside, her heart was shattering all over again.
"Iâve got toâ" she started, her voice cracking slightly as she turned back to Mark, her producer. "I need to go. Tell them Iâll be back later."
Mark frowned, concerned. "You alright?"
"Yeah, Iâm fine," she lied, her throat tightening as she backed away, already feeling the tears pressing against her eyes. "Just⊠something came up."
Without waiting for his reply, she slipped through the crowd, moving faster now, desperate to get out of the media pen, away from the cameras, away from him. She barely made it around the corner before the sob hit her, choking her breath, her chest heaving as she pressed her back against the wall, her hands trembling.
She couldnât hold it in anymore. The tears spilled over, hot and heavy, her body shaking as she gasped for air. How could he do this to her? How could he look at her like that, touch her like that, after treating her like she meant nothing?
She tried to steady herself, wiping furiously at her face, but the more she tried to hold it together, the more everything crumbled.
"Is that you?" A familiar voice cut through the fog, and she looked up, blinking through her tears to see Oscar standing just a few feet away. His brow furrowed in concern, his normally playful demeanour replaced by something much more serious.
"Oscar," she croaked, her voice barely a whisper. She tried to pull herself together, to stand up straighter, but it was no use. The floodgates had opened, and there was no stopping it now.
He stepped closer, his expression softening as he realised what was happening. "Hey, hey, itâs okay," Oscar said gently, his hand resting on her shoulder. "Come on, letâs get you out of here."
She shook her head, embarrassed, ashamed that anyone had to see her like this. "Iâm fine, I justâ"
"Youâre not fine," Oscar cut her off, his voice kind but firm. "Letâs get you somewhere quiet, okay? You donât have to pretend with me."
She nodded, her vision still blurred with tears as Oscar guided her away from the chaos of the paddock, his arm around her shoulders, his presence steady and warm. She didnât have the strength to protest, not now.
For once, she didnât have to hold it all together. And maybe, just for a moment, that was enough.
Oscarâs arm was strong around her shoulders, a steadying force as he led her away from the paddock, away from the media pen, and away from the chaos of her unravelling thoughts. She didnât resist, couldnât find the energy to argue, not with the weight of everything crashing down around her. She was barely holding herself together, her body trembling, her breath hitching with every step.
They walked in silence through the back corridors of the paddock, Oscar casting glances at her every few moments, his brow furrowed with concern but not pushing her to speak. When they reached the quiet of his driverâs room, he opened the door without a word, guiding her inside gently.
She wiped at her face again, trying to compose herself, but the tears wouldnât stop. She felt exposed, like her heart was laid bare for anyone to see, and the shame of it was almost as painful as the heartbreak itself.
âSit down,â Oscar said softly, leading her to the small couch in the corner of the room. âYou donât have to talk. Just breathe, okay?â
She nodded, sinking into the couch, her hands still trembling in her lap. Oscar crouched down in front of her, his gaze soft and full of something like understanding.
Before either of them could speak, the door to the room opened again, and she looked up to see Oscarâs girlfriend, Lily, stepping inside. Her eyes widened as she took in the sceneâher tear-streaked face, Oscarâs protective stanceâand immediately crossed the room to join them.
âOh, sweetheartâŠâ Lilyâs voice was full of sympathy as she sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "What happened?"
She shook her head, her throat tightening, unable to form the words. She didnât want to say it out loud. Didnât want to admit that Lando still had this kind of power over her.
Lily didnât press her, just held her closer, rubbing soothing circles on her back. âItâs okay. You donât have to say anything.â
Oscar sat beside them now, his gaze serious as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. âLando?â he asked quietly, and her silence was enough of an answer.
She sniffed, trying to hold back another sob, but the pain was too sharp, too fresh. Sheâd overheard Lando brush her off like she was nothing. And then he had the audacity to act like everything was fine, like they could just pick up where they left offâlike it didnât matter that she was breaking.
Lily exchanged a look with Oscar, her eyes narrowing in frustration. âDarling,â she said gently, turning toward her, âyou canât keep doing this to yourself. Heâs⊠heâs not good for you.â
She swallowed hard, blinking back fresh tears. âI know,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
But knowing didnât make it any easier. Knowing didnât stop her heart from racing every time she saw him, didnât stop the ache she felt when he touched her, when he looked at her with that smug confidence that twisted her insides. She had told herself so many times that she needed to stop. But every time she tried to pull away, she got sucked back inâinto the whirlwind that was Lando Norris.
Oscar sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. âHeâs using you, mate. You deserve better than this. Better than him.â
She flinched at the words. She had thought, once, that Lando could be more than what everyone said he was. She had thought, in those stolen moments between races, when it was just the two of them, that he felt something for her, too. But she couldnât ignore it any longer. He didnât. Not the way she wanted him to.
Lily squeezed her hand gently. âYou need to end it,â she said softly but firmly. âFor good. Before he hurts you any more than he already has.â
She knew they were right. Oscar and Lily had always been kind to her, more like family than colleagues. They had seen it from the outsideâthe way Lando toyed with her emotions, the way he pulled her close only to push her away when it suited him.
She inhaled shakily, her heart still aching, but there was a flicker of something else now. A quiet, growing resolve. She couldnât keep letting Lando tear her apart, not like this. She couldnât keep waiting for him to change, for him to see her the way she wanted to be seen.
âHeâs not worth this,â Oscar added, his voice gentle but firm. âI know heâs my teammate but you deserve someone whoâs actually going to be there for you. Not someone who makes you feel like you have to hide how much you care.â
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting their words sink in. She knew they were right. She had known for a long time, but it was easier to lie to herself, to believe that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. That Lando would show up for her, the way she had always shown up for him.
Lilyâs arm tightened around her shoulders, her voice soft but steady. âDarling, you donât have to do this alone. Weâve got you.â
She nodded, her throat tightening again, but this time it wasnât from the heartbreak. It was from the quiet understanding, the sense that maybe, for the first time in a long while, she wasnât as alone as she had felt.
She sat there for a while, letting Lily and Oscarâs presence anchor her. They didnât push her to talk more, didnât force her to explain everything. They just let her breathe, let her fall apart without judgement.
And for a moment, she felt the weight on her chest lift just enough to see things clearly.
She knew she shouldnât go meet him in that hotel room. She knew it had to end. For good.
But she went back.
She went back to the hotel room, even though every part of her knew she shouldnât. She told herself she was just going to tell him it was over, that she couldnât do this anymore. She told herself that she wasnât going to let him pull her back in.
But the second she walked through the door and saw Lando standing there, leaning casually against the desk with that damn smileâlike heâd been waiting for her, like she was exactly what he wantedâher resolve crumbled.
âHey, you,â he said softly, his voice warm in that way it always was when they were alone. He pushed off the desk and crossed the room in a few easy strides, pulling her into his arms before she could even think about saying no. âMissed you.â
She froze for a moment, her body tense in his arms. She wanted to believe him, wanted to sink into the comfort of his touch. But her mind was screaming at her to remember, to think of what she had overheard in the paddock. Sheâs just another girl. His voice echoed in her head, sharp and cruel, even as he held her close now, as if she was anything but.
âI thought about you all day,â Lando murmured against her hair, his lips brushing her forehead. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer, and she couldnât help but shiver under his touch. He had always known how to touch her, how to make her forget everything else.
She wished it was enough.
He tilted her chin up, his green eyes searching hers, and for a second, she saw something thereâsomething real, something that made her heart ache with the hope that maybe, just maybe, he meant it this time.
But then the words heâd said to his mates resurfaced, slicing through her like a knife. Itâs casual. Sheâs just another girl.
Her throat tightened, but she forced a small smile. She had come this far, hadnât she? Why couldnât she just leave now?
Because you want him to care, a voice in her head whispered. You want to believe heâs different when itâs just the two of you.
Lando pressed his lips to hers, slow and sweet, like he wasnât in a hurry, like he could take all the time in the world with her. And for a moment, she kissed him back, letting herself get lost in it, letting herself pretend that maybe the things he said didnât matter. That maybe this was the real Landoâthe one who held her close, the one who kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered.
But the more he kissed her, the harder it was to silence the voice in her head. The harder it was to ignore the truth that was gnawing at her.
Youâre just another girl. Itâs casual.
His hands slid under her shirt, fingers tracing soft patterns on her skin, and she shivered again, but this time it wasnât just from his touch. She couldnât stop thinking about how he had reduced her to nothing more than a fleeting moment in his life, something disposable. It didnât matter how tender he was being now. It didnât matter how much she wanted to believe that this was something real.
âLando,â she whispered, pulling back slightly, her chest tightening. She didnât know what she was going to say, but she knew she needed to say somethingâanythingâto stop herself from falling deeper.
He smiled at her, that lazy, cocky grin that always made her knees weak. âWhat is it, baby?â he asked, his hands never leaving her, like he couldnât bear the distance between them for even a second.
She wanted to ask him. She wanted to confront him, to make him explain why he could hold her like this but talk about her like she was nothing when she wasnât around. But the words stuck in her throat, too heavy, too painful.
Instead, she let out a shaky breath and shook her head. âNothing. Itâs nothing.â
Landoâs gaze lingered on her for a moment, like he was trying to read her, but then he kissed her again, deeper this time, and any chance she had of stopping this slipped away. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her flush against him, his breath hot against her neck as his lips moved lower, kissing along her jaw, her collarbone.
And for a second, she let herself get lost in it, let herself drown in the sensation of his touch, the way his hands felt on her skin, the way he knew exactly where to kiss her to make her forget everything else.
But the words kept creeping back in, no matter how hard she tried to push them away.
Just another girl.
Landoâs hands were working their way under her shirt, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her waist, and her heart pounded in her chest, but not in the way it used to. Now, it was pounding with fear, with the knowledge that this would never be enough.
He was whispering something against her skin, something low and sweet, but she couldnât hear it over the roar of her own thoughts. She felt his hands tugging at the hem of her shirt, and she let him pull it over her head, let him kiss her again, harder this time, like he couldnât get enough of her.
But she wasnât really there. Not fully.
In her mind, she was back in the paddock, hearing his laugh, hearing him reduce her to nothing. The way he talked to his friendsâso casual, so careless.
Her body responded to him, the way it always did, but her mind was miles away. She was too distracted, too hurt to fully give herself to him the way she always had before. She wanted to be here, wanted to feel that connection again, but it wasnât working. Not this time.
Lando didnât notice. He never noticed when she was pulling away, not really. He was too focused on what he wanted, too caught up in the moment to see the cracks forming in her resolve.
As he pushed her back onto the bed, his lips trailing down her stomach, her heart twisted painfully. She should stop this. She should say something. But she didnât.
Because as much as she hated it, as much as it hurt, part of her still wanted to believe in the version of Lando that was in front of her right now. The version that kissed her like she was the only girl in the world.
Even if she knew it was a lie.
The hours passed in a blur, a mixture of whispered words, shared breaths, and touches that felt both familiar and distant at the same time. She lay beside Lando afterward, her body nestled against his, her head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped lazily around her. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, like this was where she belonged. Like nothing outside this room mattered.
But it did.
The silence between them felt heavier now, thick with unspoken truths and the weight of everything she wasnât letting herself say. She listened to the steady rhythm of Landoâs heartbeat under her ear, trying to ground herself in the moment, trying to make it feel real. But her mind kept drifting back to his wordsâjust another girlâand no matter how close he held her, it felt like he was slipping further and further away.
For a moment, it almost felt peaceful, lying there in the quiet of the hotel room, their legs tangled together under the sheets. Landoâs fingers traced absent-minded patterns on her arm, like it was second nature to him now. She wanted to hold onto that feeling, wanted to believe that this, at least, was real.
But then his phone buzzed on the nightstand, cutting through the stillness.
Lando sighed softly, shifting beside her as he reached for it. She felt the absence of his warmth immediately, and the hollow ache in her chest returned.
He glanced at the screen, his thumb swiping across it before he answered. "Hey, mate," he said, his voice low, casual. Like the moment theyâd just shared didnât change anything, like nothing had shifted.
She stared up at the ceiling, her breath catching in her throat as she listened to the one-sided conversation.
âYeah, Iâm at the hotel,â Lando continued, his tone easy, unconcerned. âWhatâs up?â
There was a pause, and she felt Lando shift again, his hand brushing absently against her bare skin of her hip as if he wasnât even fully aware of her presence anymore.
"Alright, yeah," he said after a moment. "Iâll come down in a bit. Dinner sounds good." He laughed softly, the sound sending another pang through her chest. "Tell Max not to leave without me."
When he hung up, Lando turned his head to look at her, flashing her that easy, crooked smile. "That was the guys," he said, already starting to untangle himself from the sheets. "Weâre heading out for dinner."
She forced a small smile, trying to keep her voice steady. "Right. Yeah. Sounds fun."
Lando leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before climbing out of bed. He moved with the same casual confidence he always did, completely unaware of the storm raging inside her.
"I wonât be long," he said as he pulled on his shirt. "Maybe Iâll bring you something back."
She just nodded, unable to find the words. She watched him button his jeans, the same knot of confusion and hurt tightening in her chest. How could he act like everything was so simple? Like she was just⊠there, waiting for him whenever he decided to come back.
Lando tossed a quick grin her way as he grabbed his jacket from the chair. "Iâll see you later, yeah?"
"Yeah," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "See you later."
And just like that, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. The room felt so much bigger without him in it, the space beside her cold and empty. She stayed there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts spinning, trying to make sense of everything. But the more she tried to piece it together, the more it felt like everything was unravelling.
The sound of her phone vibrating on the nightstand snapped her out of her thoughts. She glanced over, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the name flash on the screen: Cisca Norris.
She hesitated for a moment before swiping open the message.
Hey, darling! Weâre heading out for a little shopping trip tomorrow. Just me and Flo. Thought it might be fun to have some girl timeâwant to join us? xx
Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes stinging as she read the message. Cisca had always been so warm, so welcoming, treating her like she was part of the family. She had this way of making her feel like she belonged, like there was a place for her in Landoâs world.
But it only made everything harder now.
She could still hear Landoâs voice in her head, so clear, so dismissive. Itâs casual. Sheâs just another girl.
Her hands trembled as she typed out a response, her fingers shaky on the keys.
Thanks, but I donât think I can tomorrow. Hope you all have fun though xx
She hit send before she could change her mind, before she could give in to the crushing weight of guilt pressing down on her chest. She knew Cisca didnât mean to make it harder, didnât know what was really going on, but it felt like a cruel reminder of everything she wasnâtâa real part of his life. She was just someone he kept in the shadows, someone he could pretend to care about when it was convenient.
The tears came before she could stop them, hot and relentless, blurring her vision as she lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Sheâd tried so hard to hold it together, to convince herself that maybe, just maybe, things would be different this time. But it wasnât different. It was the same as it always was.
Lando would leave, and she would be left behind.
She lay there, her body still against the cool sheets, the emptiness of the room pressing in on her. The tears wouldnât stop. They spilled down her cheeks in silent waves, and for the first time in a long while, she didnât even try to hold them back. The room felt too quiet without Landoâs presence, without the pretence of connection he so easily crafted when it suited him.
Her phone buzzed again, a small ping echoing in the quiet. She didnât want to look, didnât want to face any more reminders of what she couldnât have. But her gaze drifted toward it, her blurry vision focusing on the screen as a new message from Cisca popped up.
Thatâs a shame, sweetheart. Maybe next time? Youâre always welcome with us. Big hugs xx
The kindness in the message felt like a punch to her gut. Youâre always welcome. But how could she ever feel welcome in a world where Lando could say one thing to her face and another behind her back? How could she fit into the life of someone who treated her like she was disposableâlike she was nothing special?
She clutched her phone in her hands, her knuckles white, as her tears continued to fall. Her mind replayed the moment in the paddock, hearing Lando laugh, hearing him reduce her to just another girl, nothing more than a casual fling. And yet, here she wasâback in his hotel room, back in his bedâstill hoping that maybe he would see her, really see her, the way she saw him.
Her chest tightened painfully as she stared up at the ceiling, the dull ache spreading through her like poison. She had tried so hard to be strong, to keep her distance, to protect herself from this exact feeling. But it was like Lando had a hold on her, one she couldnât break no matter how much she knew she should.
She wiped at her face, trying to steady her breathing, but the sobs kept coming. She couldnât stop thinking about the way Cisca treated her like family, like someone who belonged in their tight-knit circle. It was so different from how Lando treated herâwarm and genuine. It made it worse, somehow, knowing that his family liked her, that they welcomed her, while he just kept her at armâs length. It hurt in ways she hadnât expected.
She curled up on her side, pulling the sheets tighter around her, as if they could shield her from the truth. She had been waiting for a moment like this, where Lando would be kind, where he would hold her, and she would feel safe. But no matter how close they were, she always felt that distance. Heâd given her his body, sure, but nothing else. And sheâd given him everything, every piece of herself, only to be left empty.
She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, trying to muffle the sobs that were choking her. Her body shook with the force of it all, the heartbreak, the shame, the overwhelming feeling of being used and discarded. She had always been so careful in her life, always kept her guard up, but Lando had slipped past her defences with such ease.
The minutes ticked by, the silence of the hotel room swallowing her whole. She stared at the ceiling, the tears finally slowing but leaving a hollow ache in their wake. Lando would be downstairs by now, laughing with his mates, carefree, as if none of this mattered. As if she didnât matter.
Her phone buzzed again, and she flinched, afraid it might be himâafraid that any text from him would pull her deeper into this pit she was already drowning in. But when she looked, it wasnât him. It was Lily.
Hey, just checking in. Everything okay? Xx
She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it impossible to answer right away. Lily had been so kind to her earlier, so gentle, and part of her wanted to reach out, to tell her the truth, to admit that she had come here even after she knew she shouldnât.
But how could she explain this? How could she tell Lily that, even after everything, even after Lando had made it clear she didnât mean anything to him, she had still come back? She had still fallen for his charm, for his soft touches, for his empty words.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, uncertain of what to say. The shame felt too heavy, too consuming. She didnât want anyone to know how weak she felt, how much she had let Lando hurt her.
Instead, she typed a short reply.
Iâm okay. Thanks for checking in xx
She hit send before she could second-guess herself, the lie sitting heavy in her chest. She wasnât okay. She hadnât been okay for a long time.
Another tear slid down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, frustrated with herself for still crying over someone like Lando. He wasnât worth it. He never had been.
But knowing that didnât make it hurt any less.
The bed felt cold without him, even though she knew his warmth was only temporary. That was the thing with Landoâit was always temporary, always fleeting. And she was tired of pretending it wasnât.
She pulled her phone closer, her thumb hovering over Landoâs contact. She thought about sending him a message, thought about telling him that this was the last time, that she couldnât do it anymore. But she knew that he wouldnât care. Heâd smile, maybe say something sweet, and sheâd fall right back into his orbit, trapped by the promise of something that would never come.
With a shaky breath, she dropped the phone onto the nightstand, rolling onto her back once again. The tears had stopped, but the ache remained. She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep, to forget, just for a few hours. But she knew that when morning came, the reality would still be thereâLando would still be Lando.
And she couldnât keep doing this to herself.
She got out of bed and she tried.
She had tried to pack. She really had.
She had grabbed her suitcase, tossed in a few clothes, and told herself that it was overâthat this would be the last time sheâd let him do this to her.
But then sheâd stopped, staring at the half-packed bag, her hands frozen mid-motion. She couldnât bring herself to finish. The idea of leaving felt like admitting defeat, like walking away from the small, fragile hope sheâd been clinging to. The hope that maybe, just maybe, Lando would change.
And so, she had left the suitcase open on the floor, unfinished, just like everything else between them.
The hours dragged by in painful silence. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the door. She should go. She should pick up her things and leave before Lando came back, before he could draw her in again with his soft smiles and casual charm.
But she stayed.
She stayed because part of her wanted him to come back. Wanted him to kiss her, hold her, make her feel like she wasnât just another girl, like she actually meant something. Even though she knew it was a lie.
Her phone buzzed a few times on the nightstand, but she ignored it. She didnât want to deal with anyone else right nowâdidnât want to answer Lilyâs worried texts or face the concern in her friendsâ voices. They didnât understand. They didnât know what it felt like to be caught between wanting someone and knowing that they would never give you what you needed.
The sound of the door clicking open snapped her out of her thoughts, her heart jumping into her throat. Lando stepped into the room, the faint scent of alcohol and laughter clinging to him as he kicked off his shoes. He looked relaxed, like heâd had a good time, like the night out had done exactly what it was supposed toâtake his mind off things.
âHey, you,â he said with a smile as he spotted her still sitting on the bed. He held up a brown paper bag, a familiar logo stamped on the side. âBrought you something to eat. Thought you might be hungry.â
She stared at him, her stomach twisting at how easy it was for him. A quick thought passed her mind, wondering what he had said to his mates when he brought home some takeaway. He acted like nothing had happened, like everything was fine. She wanted to be angry, wanted to ask him how he could do thisâhow he could come back here, act so normal, after everything heâd said about her.
But she couldnât. The anger was there, buried deep inside her, but it was swallowed by the familiar pull of Landoâs presence. She hated how he could disarm her with something as simple as a smile, hated how even now, after everything, part of her wanted to reach out and take the food heâd brought, to thank him, to let herself believe that maybe this was him showing that he cared, in his own way.
âThanks,â she murmured, her voice hollow.
Lando crossed the room and set the bag on the nightstand before sitting down beside her on the bed. He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her temple, his hand resting on her knee as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Her breath hitched at the contact, her heart betraying her as it fluttered in her chest. She thought of the highs, the way Lando could make her feel so alive, so wanted. She thought of the times when it was just the two of them, when he would hold her and everything else would disappear. Those were the moments that kept her here, that made her stay, even when she knew she shouldnât.
âYou okay?â he asked softly, his voice tinged with just enough concern to make her believe, for a second, that he might actually care.
She forced a smile, nodding even though she felt anything but okay. âYeah,â she whispered. âIâm fine.â
Landoâs hand slid up her arm, his fingers gentle as they traced her skin. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips, slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to remind her of the connection they shared. And for a moment, she let herself get lost in it. She let herself believe that this was real, that Landoâs touch meant something more than just the physical.
âIâm gonna hop in the shower,â Lando said after a few seconds, pulling away with a lazy grin. âI wonât be long.â
She nodded, watching as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the water starting up a moment later. She stayed where she was, her mind racing. The kiss had been warm, familiar, but it wasnât enough to chase away the doubts, the pain that had been building inside her all night.
With a sigh, she glanced toward Landoâs phone, which he had tossed carelessly onto the bed before heading into the shower. The screen lit up with a notification, and despite herself, her eyes flicked over to it.
It was a text. From one of Landoâs friends.
Youâre staying with her? Has she not got the hint yet?
Her blood turned to ice.
The air seemed to leave the room all at once, and she felt like she couldnât breathe. The message stared back at her, mocking her, confirming everything she had been trying so desperately to ignore.
Has she not got the hint yet?
Her throat tightened, tears welling in her eyes again as the words sank in. Landoâs friend was in on itâon this twisted game Lando was playing. He knew. They all knew. And still, Lando had brought her back here, kissed her like she meant something, only to laugh about it with his mates behind her back.
Her hands trembled as she set Landoâs phone back down, her vision blurring with fresh tears. She couldnât do this anymore. She couldnât keep pretending that this was okay, that she was okay. Lando didnât care about her. He never had.
The sound of the water running in the bathroom felt distant, like it was coming from another world, another life. She sat there, her mind numb, her heart breaking all over again. She shouldâve left. She shouldâve finished packing her bag and walked out of that door the moment Lando left for dinner. But she hadnât.
And now she was paying the price.
Lando emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his hair damp and tousled from the shower. Water still clung to his skin, the dim hotel light casting a glow across the muscles of his chest and arms. He looked every bit like the Lando that had drawn her in from the startâeffortlessly attractive, with that air of confidence that always seemed to follow him.
She couldnât deny it. He was beautiful. Anyone would fall for him at first glance, and she had. But now, as he stood there, looking every bit the part of the man she had once thought she could love, the attraction didnât hold the same weight it used to.
Sure, he was magnetic, the kind of person who could pull you into his orbit with just a smile. But what had that really gotten her? A heart that was constantly breaking, and a life lived on the sidelines, waiting for scraps of affection. The price she paid for being with Lando wasnât worth it anymoreânot when every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise felt like it was laced with lies.
Her chest tightened as she picked up her phone from the nightstand, her fingers curling around it like it was her lifeline. She had to get out of here. She couldnât sit here, pretending everything was okay, pretending that she didnât see that message, didnât know exactly what Landoâs friends thought of her. What he thought of her.
âIâm just going to get some cutlery from downstairs,â she said, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to move toward the door, away from him.
But Landoâs hand shot out, gently pulling her back before she could make her escape. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, and she could feel the warmth of his skin, the way his touch still made her heart stutter despite everything. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes searching hers.
âYouâve been off lately,â he said, his tone soft but probing. âIs it work?â
Her heart raced, panic flooding her veins. He was looking at her like he was genuinely concerned, like he cared. But she knew better now. This was part of the game, part of the act he played so well. And she had to lieâbecause the truth would only expose just how far sheâd fallen for him, how deep this had gone for her, and how little it had meant to him.
âYeah,â she replied, forcing a weak smile that didnât reach her eyes. âWorkâs just been a lot lately.â
Landoâs grip on her wrist loosened, but his eyes didnât leave hers. He leaned in slightly, his voice soft, almost affectionate. âYouâd tell me if something was wrong, wouldnât you?â
She swallowed hard, her throat tight as she fought back the storm of emotions threatening to spill over. She wanted to scream at him, to ask him how he could ask her that after everythingâafter the lies, after the way heâd treated her like she was nothing more than a fleeting distraction.
But instead, she did what she always did. She lied.
âOf course I would,â she said, the words tasting bitter as they left her lips.
Landoâs gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he let go of her wrist, his hand dropping back to his side. He smiled, that same easy, careless smile he always wore, and for a second, it almost felt like he believed her.
âGood,â he murmured, brushing a quick kiss against her temple before stepping back. âIâm glad.â
She nodded, her heart heavy in her chest as she forced herself to stay calm, to not let the cracks show. âIâll just be a minute,â she mumbled, slipping away from him and heading for the door before he could stop her again.
As she stepped into the hallway, the air felt cooler, sharper, like a small relief from the suffocating warmth of Landoâs presence. She leaned against the wall for a moment, her phone still clenched tightly in her hand, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her mind was spinning, her heart aching with the weight of everything she couldnât say.
She had lied to him. Lied to protect herself, to protect whatever was left of her dignity. But deep down, she knew the truth. She couldnât keep doing this.
Not anymore.
She didnât make it far before the tears started. Her steps slowed as the pressure in her chest became too much, the weight of everything crashing down on her all at once. She turned a corner in the hallway, eyes blurry and throat tight, searching for somewhereâanywhereâshe could hide.
She spotted a door slightly ajar, marked with a plain âStaff Onlyâ sign. Without thinking, she slipped inside, closing it behind her. It was a cramped janitorâs cupboard, the air thick with the smell of cleaning supplies and stale mop water. But it was quiet, dark, and, most importantly, away from Lando.
Her back hit the wall, and she slid down to the floor, curling in on herself as the sobs broke free. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle the sounds, but it was no use. The tears came in waves, the pain too raw, too overwhelming to control.
She hated herself for coming back, for believing, even for a moment, that things would be different. For letting him touch her, kiss her, knowing deep down that none of it meant what she wanted it to. And now, sitting alone in a janitorâs cupboard, hiding like a child, all she could think about was how foolish sheâd been.
With shaking hands, she grabbed her phone, barely able to see the screen through the tears. She scrolled to Lilyâs contact, hesitating for only a second before pressing the call button. It rang twice before Lily answered.
âSweetheart?â Lilyâs voice was soft but immediately laced with concern. âWhatâs going on? Are you okay?â
The floodgates broke, and she couldnât stop the words from tumbling out, her voice a broken, shaky whisper. âI hate myself,â she sobbed, choking on the words. âI hate that I let him do this to me. I keep going back, Lily. I hate it. I hate me.â
âWhere are you?â Lilyâs tone shifted, calm but urgent. âTell me where you are. Iâm coming to you right now.â
She swallowed hard, trying to catch her breath enough to speak. âI... Iâm in some janitorâs cupboard. Down the hall from Landoâs room. IâI didnât know where else to go.â
âIâm coming, okay? Just stay there. Iâll be right there.â
She nodded even though Lily couldnât see her, clutching the phone to her chest as she waited, her sobs quieting but still leaving her body shaking. She felt so small, so utterly broken. The seconds felt like hours, each one dragging by in painful silence.
It wasnât long before there was a soft knock on the door, and she heard Lilyâs voice. âDarling? Itâs me. Can I come in?â
She reached up, her hand trembling as she unlocked the door. Lily slipped inside, her face full of concern as she quickly closed the door behind her, blocking out the world. Without saying a word, she knelt down beside her, wrapping her arms around her tightly.
She broke all over again the moment Lily held her. She clung to her friend, burying her face in her shoulder as the sobs wracked her body. Lily didnât say anything at first. She just held her, her hand gently stroking her hair, her presence a quiet reassurance in the small, dark space.
âIâm so sorry,â she whispered through her tears. âI keep... I keep letting him hurt me, and I know I shouldnât. I know itâs wrong, but I canât stop. I hate myself for it.â
âHey, no,â Lily said softly, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. âDonât say that. Youâre not the one whoâs wrong here. Heâs the one messing with your head, making you think this is normal. But itâs not your fault, okay? Itâs not.â
She shook her head, the tears still falling. âI just feel so stupid. I saw a text from his friend... asking if I hadnât gotten the hint yet. They know. They all know, and Iâm still here, like some patheticââ
âYouâre not pathetic,â Lily interrupted, her voice firm but gentle. âYouâre strong, darling. Stronger than you think. And I know it hurts right now, but you donât deserve this. You deserve so much more than what Landoâs giving you.â
She tried to breathe, but her chest still felt tight, her mind spinning with shame and self-doubt. âI donât know why I canât just leave.â
Lily squeezed her hand, her eyes softening with understanding. âBecause when someone gets into your head like that, itâs not easy to just walk away. He made you feel special, even if it was for the wrong reasons. But youâre not alone, darling. Youâve got me, youâve got Oscar, and weâre not going anywhere. Iâll be here with you until youâre ready to leave, whenever that is.â
Her lip quivered, fresh tears welling in her eyes. She nodded, grateful but still lost in the ache that Lando had left behind. Lilyâs words were like a balm, but the pain still sat heavy in her chest, raw and unresolved.
Lily leaned back, adjusting so that they were sitting side by side, their backs against the wall. She kept holding her hand, her thumb tracing soothing circles over her knuckles. âWe can stay here as long as you need. You donât have to face him right now. You donât have to do anything youâre not ready for.â
She let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes as she leaned against Lily, her body still trembling from the tears. âBut he hasnât done anything wrong,â she murmured, trying to convince herself, even as the words tasted bitter. âHe just... he just doesnât know how I feel.â
Lily pulled back slightly, her gaze intense as she looked into her eyes. âYes, he has. Donât lie to yourself, sweetheart. Itâs not just about what heâs done; itâs about how he makes you feel. And right now, youâre hurting, and thatâs not okay. You deserve someone who cares about you, not someone whoâs playing games.â
She bit her lip, frustration mixing with sadness. âI know, but...â
âNo buts.â Lily interrupted, her voice steady. âYouâre worth more than this. You donât have to keep accepting less than you deserve. You know that, right?â
She nodded, but the ache in her chest remained, a stubborn reminder of the tangled mess of emotions that Lando had stirred inside her. She felt like she was being pulled in two different directions: her heart yearned for the connection she had with Lando, while her mind screamed for her to walk away, to protect herself from more pain.
âWhat if I just... went and got my things?â she whispered, almost to herself. âI could justââ
Lily shook her head firmly. âYou shouldnât have to do that alone. I can call Oscar and ask him to pick up your stuff from Landoâs. Heâs supportive, and Iâm sure heâd be more than happy to help.â
âAre you sure?â she asked hesitantly, the thought of involving Oscar making her heart race. âI donât want to make things weird.â
âItâs not weird,â Lily said, her voice soothing. âItâs what friends do. You need to take the first step in reclaiming your space. Letâs get your things, and then we can figure out the next steps together. You donât have to face this alone, and you donât have to keep putting yourself through this.â
She nodded again, feeling a flicker of gratitude for Lilyâs unwavering support. It felt good to have someone in her corner, someone who believed she could do better, even when she struggled to believe it herself.
âOkay,â she finally said, her voice steadier now. âLetâs do that.â
âGood,â Lily replied, squeezing her hand tightly. âIâll get Oscar to come over. And remember, youâre stronger than you think.â
Present Time
Now, standing in front of him in the rain-soaked street, she wondered if he even remembered that day. If he had any idea how much it had gutted her. The memory felt like a ghost, haunting her thoughts, each painful recollection mingling with the cold raindrops cascading down her cheeks.
âShould we get started?â she said, her voice a little too sharp. The rain was mixing with the ache in her chest, and she wasnât sure how much longer she could stand there, looking into those eyes that had once made her feel seen. Once. She hated that feeling of vulnerability he inspired, but even more, she hated the way it was fading.
Lando tilted his head, studying her with that signature smirk tugging at his lips. It was the same smirk that had once made her heart race, ignited her passion, and made her forget her own worth. But now, it only deepened the resolve she had built since their last encounter. There was a flint in his eyes, a spark that had once drawn her in, but she refused to let it affect her anymore. Those flames of desire he ignited had left her burnt before, and she wasnât going to let it happen again.
âYeah. Letâs get started,â he echoed, his voice smooth but tinged with a hint of something darker lurking beneath. She could sense itâan undercurrent of his charm that was both magnetic and dangerous.
They both knew this wasnât just another interview. Not for him. Not for her.
But she wasnât that girl anymore. She wouldnât let him see her fall apart again. Not this time. Each raindrop felt like a reminder of her strength, a symbol of her resolve to stand firm against the tides of emotion that threatened to wash her away. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the moment, and steeled her gaze against the storm brewing in her heart.
âLetâs talk about the last race,â she said, forcing her voice to steady. âYou seemed to be struggling with the new tires. What do you think the team could do differently moving forward?â
Lando's brow furrowed, momentarily surprised by the shift in her tone. It was almost like he was used to her fawning over him, allowing his charisma to overshadow her professionalism. But not today. Not anymore.
He responded, launching into technical details, but she could see his focus drifting, his smirk slipping just a little as he searched her expression for any trace of the girl he had once knownâthe one who had been captivated by his every word. But he wouldnât find her here, not today.
As he spoke, she fought to keep her expression neutral, not letting the echoes of their past seep into her demeanour. The way he moved, the way he gesturedâthere was still an effortless charm to him, but it was fading, like a sunset after a long day. She wasnât here to be dazzled; she was here to reclaim her narrative, to make sure he understood that she had grown.
âUh, sweeth-â he said suddenly, cutting himself off from finishing the per name she used to love, his tone shifting as he leaned closer, invading her personal space. âYou seem⊠different. Whatâs going on?â
The intensity of his gaze was like a spotlight, and for a moment, she felt the familiar stir of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. But she clung to the memory of that cramped janitorâs cupboard, to the warmth of Lilyâs embrace, and the strength it had given her. She wouldnât let him in, wouldnât let him see her falter.
âJust focusing on the questions, Lando,â she replied, her voice crisp and steady, eyes locked on his. âIâm here to do a job.â
He narrowed his eyes, clearly thrown by her tone. The playfulness he often relied on was nowhere to be found, and for the first time, she saw uncertainty flash across his face. It was intoxicating, seeing him taken aback. It reminded her that he wasnât invincible.
âFine,â he said, his tone shifting back to that of a confident driver. âI can handle a little professionalism. I admire it, actually.â
âThen letâs keep it professional,â she shot back, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and exhilaration. There was something liberating about standing her ground, about showing him that she wasnât afraid to push back.
As they continued their exchange, a storm raged on outsideâwater pouring down in sheets, thunder rumbling in the distance. But here, away from the rain, she felt the weight of her past begin to lift. She wouldnât allow Lando to pull her back into his world of uncertainty and heartache. She was building her own life now, with friendships that mattered, goals that fueled her, and a vision that didnât include him.
With each word, she drew a line in the sand, reminding herself that this was her moment, not his. She had reclaimed her voice, and she was ready to use it.
the end.
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pairing: paige bueckers x fem! reader
warning(s): nsfw/18+, fighting (verbal/physical), toxic relationship stuff, fingering, thigh riding, pussy eating, squirting,
synopsis: the bitchy, possessive, and temperamental gf who paige thinks she can handle proves her right!
word count: 2.4k
Author Note: got my first lil hate comment the other day đ i feel like an actual writer now lmao! here goes draft #6, cominâ in lit đ„
Fuck knows what you're complaining about this time. She's straight from practice â from a rigorous, exhausting, and intense practice, frustrated with her own performance, only to find you waiting at the door, already irritated about something entirely. Perhaps it was how she didnât answer you at all todayâor how you saw her looking too close for comfort to another 'fan' as she claimed, though you never trusted itâor maybe she even fucking sighed at you the wrong way upon entering through the door because the littlest of things ticked you offâyouâher bitchy, demanding, and infuriatingly sexy girlfriend, whom Paige has to constantly remind herself she willingly got involved with, knowing full well she was signing up for the being the figurative property of the brattiest, bossiest, most high-maintenance girl on campus.
"Are you even listening to me?!" you fume as Paige storms past you, stripping a trail of her clothes all the way to the bathroom, letting her hair fall loose from its low bun as she saunters away from your chaos, massaging her temples.
"Seriously, Y/N, now's not the time, I gotta-" - "I don't give a fuck!" you explode, chasing after her and grabbing her arm to spin her back around. "I don't care about your shitty day or your shitty excuses. Why the fuck didn't you text me back, hm?" Paige sighs, avoiding your eyes with an air of exasperation, her gaze shifting to the ceiling in an attempt to not roll them. At her silence, you feel your anger boil over, frustration evident in the clenched fist at your sides and the tense set of your jaw. "You're the fucking worst, Paige!" you snap, "You think just because I'm understanding that means you can take pictures with all these other bitches, post all on your Instagram, but then NOT text me back!"
Paige knew she was the man, the kind of person who could handle any challenge, which is why she thought dating someone like youâa real piece of workâwould be a good match. She believed you could keep her on her toes, pushing her to become mentally stronger, more confident, and dominantâqualities she hoped would shine on the court, but on days like this, when you demanded drama and chaos, she wondered if she was truly cut out for it. Her honest, no-bullshitting, no-pretense attitude of: My girlfriend is so sexy opinion? Nah. And she promptly proved that stance when she spat out, âAlright, Iâm sorry, baby⊠Is that what you want me to say? That Iâm sorry I have things to do and you act like a bitch about it?â her voice venomous and defensive, stunning you. âMan, get the fuck out of my way right now. I donât feel like fighting with you, for real,â she demanded, trying to brush past you. You couldnât believe she actually spoke to you like thatâshe was usually so considerate of your feelings. In a fit of rage, you squared up to her and pushed her back by her shoulders with a strength you didnât know you had over the 6ft wall of strength she was. Growling, you commanded, âYouâre gonna stand here until WEâRE done talking!â
Paige stands with her hands on her hips, clenching at her sides with such restraint that her basketball shorts ride up, revealing her boxers underneath. She warns, "Stop playin' with me, yo. Step aside." and as she advances again, trying to get to the bathroom door behind you, you block her path, arms crossed and eyes flashing. Sneering, you challenge defiantly, "No. What are you gonna do if I donât step aside, P? Hm? You gonna hit me?"
She takes a deep breath, drops her head, and shakes it exasperatedly before a light chuckle escapes her, broad shoulders bouncing. âWhatever, ma,â she mutters, turning around and picking up the clothes sheâd left scattered on the floor. âIâm gonna go shower at Mikaylaâs â forget this.â
You donât have enough time to be angry about her saying sheâs visiting Mikaylaâs houseâthe slut youâd warned her to stay away from. Instead, you sprint to the front door, grab her keys off the rack, and hide them behind your back. Coldly, you say, âYouâre mine, Paige. Turn around and get your ass in bed, NOW! You ainât goinâ nowhere.â
Paige knows you and your past well enough to recognize that you arenât joking about this possessiveness. However, sheâs far from intimidated at the moment. Instead of backing down or appeasing you like she usually does for her princess, she glares at you with a fiery defiance. Her voice is firm as she refutes, âGive me my keys, Y/N.â
You gaze at her, a smirk forming on your face as you watch her façade of nonchalance crumble. Her face turns a subtle red, veins bulging in her hands as she holds them open, waiting for the keys, her lips curled inward and cheeks hollowed. She stands there expectantly, like a statue, until you bristle as she seizes your wrist, slamming it against the door while reaching for the keys with her other hand. Instinctively, you counter with your free hand, pushing her away. Sheâs lost her calm and collected demeanor. Itâs scarier how she doesnât run but still chases you with the relentlessness of a predator. Her eyes blaze with determination as she follows your running with a steady, purposeful stride. You taunt, âCome and get it, doggy! Yeah, you little bitch!â luring her toward the bathroom, the only room in the house with a lock, and Paige knows exactly what youâre up doing. Just before you can slam the door in her face, Paige lunges for it and forces it open, stepping inside and backing you against the door. This time, she tries a different approach to get the keysâshe clasps your waist, holding you in place with her knees pressed against your smaller legs, effectively immobilizing you. As she tussles with you for the keys, you keep a tight grip on them. The struggle is fierce, and you're both panting in each otherâs faces, exchanging only ragged breaths. You finally manage to break free from the bathroom and run for the bedroom with Paige hot on your heels. As you glance over your shoulder to see where sheâs at, you realize too late that sheâs no longer focused on reclaiming her keys. With a swift tackle, she takes you down onto the bed, pinning you there and forcing you into submission. The keys fall out of your hand, but Paige remains on top of you, her anger unrepairable as she growls, âWanna bitch at me like that when Iâm tired?â Her big hands begin to untie your nightrobe. âWanna piss me off when Iâm trying to be nice about things?â
She moves with an almost animalistic quality, yanking you down the bed by your legs and sending your clothes flying off with the force of her pull, baring your body to her hungry blue eyes. She hisses against your neck, âLittle bitch?â and you nod rebelliously, âYeah..fuck,â you heave, âlook at you, so pissed, hm?â Her words are unbearably sexy when she vows, âIâll show you a little bitch.â Mere moments later, sheâs seated on the edge of the bed, with you draped over her lap like a ragdoll. Youâre writhing, still trying to resist, biting and clawing at her thighs, but Paigeâs grip is unyielding. Under her strength, youâre completely powerless.
Her hands spread your ass open, giving her a clear view of your dripping pussy. She chuckles cockily, the smirk evident in her voice even though you're not looking at her when she drawls, âThis is why youâre really bitchinâ out, huh, ma?â
You whine at her words, stuttering and squirming, âLet me go, Paige, f-fuck!â
She tuts dismissively. âAw, but thatâs not what you really want, baby... you just need this pussy fucked, donât you? To get fucked back to your sensesâmake you my good girl again, my princess...â she purrs, her fingers sliding through your slick and teasing your asshole. Then you hear the dirtiest, most sinful suck of fingers in her mouth youâve ever heard.
Hips arched high with her strong arm restraining you from running, pressed firmly into your lower back, punching pressure deep within and outside of you, all aligning on the inside, she works her fingers into your soaking wet cunt with precision. She curls and bruises against your walls, relentlessly hitting that spot that makes you squirm like a torture puppet and cry out, "Ah!" for your dear life.
Her smarmy, taunting response? âI know, baby, I know, fuck⊠too tight for it, I know,â she bellows, feeding off your whimpers and whines with a sadistic delight. That smirk on her faceâthe one you wish you hadn't turned back to seeâtells you she's savoring this victory a little too much and has no intention of letting you go anytime soon, even if you've clearly accepted that you're the little bitch. âPlease,â you plead, sinking your nails into her thigh, but it doesnât seem to perturb her in the slightestâif anything, it only eggs her on, makes her devilishly speed up. âIt wonât happen againâI-I wonât act like a bitch anymore, daddy, Iâm sorry,â you submit, hoping for some mercy, but sheâs unforgiving. She chuckles darkly, yanking you up by your hair so youâre forced to look her in the eye, even if hers arenât fully focused on yours, watching how your tits bounce as she fucks you senseless. âOne more time,â she stares at them, biting her bottom lip with a smirk before she refocuses and demands it sternly. Without hesitation, you repeat it louder before she even finishes her command: âI wonât act like a bitch anymore, daddy, Iâm sorry!â She smirks, her grip tightening. "I know you won't. Not after I'm done with you." She releases your head, and you fall forward hard, your back arching under what feels like tons of weight as she drives into you overwhelmingly, making you cry out in shock. "Shit!" you gasp, involuntarily pushing back against her long fingers to soften the blow and the jam, so forcefully that your ass claps with each thrust as she fucks into you.
âSay my name, baby, whoâs fucking you,â Paige demands. You groan, clenching around her thick, long fingers and spilling spurts of slick arousal as you pant, âYou, Daddy!â Paige tilts her head, unsatisfied. âNah.â Her hand, once forcing down your back, quickly wraps around your throat, clasping firmly as she whispers, âTell me, Ma.â With the blonde holding you tightly, despite your attempts to escape, with no leverage, she easily grips you by the throat like a puppet, forcing you back onto her fingers with insane speed and force. She thrusts into you even faster, your clit now grinding against her thigh. You hike a leg up in a desperate attempt to run or crawl away, but she's got you firmly in place.
âPaige! Paige, Paige, Paige, youâre fucking me!â you cry out.
âAnd you like it, baby? Like how my fingers feel fucking that tight pussy?â she taunts, flexing her leg muscles and increasing the friction.
âAww shit,â you moan strainedly, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach emerge. Your body still tries to crawl away, but your brain forces you to stay put, losing all the air inside you.
âStop fucking running, ma, take it,â she commands. âTake it, baby, just cum for me, kay? Cum for me, give me your cum.â
You listen to the sound of your cunt, feel it pulsing and clenching around her fingers before you give up and stop fighting and allow all the pleasure crash over you, your body convulsing as your orgasm hits. You gasp and cry out, surrendering to the intense sensation as your cunt tightens rhythmically around her fingers, your clit throbbing against her thigh. She fucks you through your orgasm, continuing even after that, giving you no recovery time, no chance to catch your breath before she has you on your back, legs still spread and a wet mess beneath you. Leaning in, she murmurs, âBe good for me, be still, kay? Let me clean you upâjus' lemme taste you, baby.â
Your hand comes up to cover your face, crying out as you feel her tongue glide through your folds. Gripping onto her hair tightly, you sobâa genuine cry from the overstimulation. Through your tears, you manage to gasp, âFuck, baby, it hurts so good, ugh!â
You shout and clamp your legs shut, burying her with a guttural scream once her fingers scissor your folds and hold them open, her tongue flicking exactly against your clit, making direct contact.
She pries your legs open inhumanly, like an uncaring monster, her voice resounding and vibrating in your cunt, "Hold your ankles in the air." a command.
You obey, and sheâs even nice enough to help, her strong arms holding your legs apart as she laps and slurps up all your cum like sheâs parched, her swallows audible and incredibly sexy.
You look down at her and watch her head shake around wildly, losing herself in the abyss, entranced. You try to push her away by bucking into her face, hands occupied, but you end up unintentionally pushing her closer instead. You whine out desperately, your toes, nipples, and cunt especially on fire. "Pl-PLEASE!" you gasp, "I c-can't, Iâm gonnaâ" Her fingers replace her tongue on your clit, while her tongue dips inside you as she murmurs, "Mhm," You cover your face, and the last thing you hear before you pass out is the frantic noise of her tongue fighting to slip even deeper inside you. Thereâs the sound of a leak, then the subsequent opening of your eyes after what feels like days. You look down at your girlfriend to find her face glistening in a pool of arousal, juices smeared everywhere. Her first instinct? To lick around her mouth, trying to savor the taste as she smiles at you smugly, knowing sheâs clearly gotten her point across to your fucked-out self.
Needless to say, Paige has proven herself to you as she knew she would always: she is NOT someone to be underestimated.
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AUTHOR NOTE #2: uhh so i reread this and i just wanna know if anybody else reading this who writes, is it crazy i reread my own work and blush at it like a viewer đ
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So, that deja vu fic got me thinking.. and what if katsuki has a childhood friend (obvi friends w deku too) where he is always trying to impress her and class 1-a notices or ( if youâd like them older ) the agency notices and starts betting on when heâll confess to her. turns out, she actually confesses first and everyone is happy (and slightly disappointed⊠nobody got their money) đđ
Also, when i saw the notification â@cashmoneyyysstuff started following youâ i have never hit a follow back button so fast đđ«¶
Remember youâre amazing, take care of yourself, drink water, stay safe, and know that you are loved â€ïž
bet on it, bet on it !!
there's definitely something going on between you two, and your classmates are determined to figure out when it'll finally happen
a/n: WAAAA @itzjustj-1000 this is soo cute ! especially since katsuki being a loser n tryin to impress us instead of just confessing is honestly adorable. ALSO ALSO ur LITERALLY THE SWEETEST !! ur the loveliest it's a given i had to follow u !! i tried to honour ur request as best i could, i hope you like it ! also say it w me yall: WEEWOOO WEEWOOO CHILDHOODFRIENDS TO LOVERS ALEEEEEERRTTT(yall r forcing my hand atp (not that im complaining tho))
fem reader, katsuki is a whipped little loser, katsuki likes getting praised by reader but acts like he doesn't challenge (fails miserably), kaminari n sero are little shits, m*neta (he doesn't say anything creepy don't worry <3) everyone is in their 2nd year in this one. lemme know if i missed something else !
for as long as izuku midoriya could remember, you and kacchan have always been a packaged deal.
deku remembers all the way back in primary school, how kacchan would bend over backwards to impress you, spending his days trying to win your praise like he was collecting it. whether it be showing off how good his reading skills were, or showing off his newly acquired quirk to you at any given chance. (away from the eyes of the teachers, of course)
or even with silly things. like the time he showed you how long he could hold his breath underwater. it didn't matter, as long as he could show it off to you, he would.
deku remembers how pride would fill his childhood friends face, cheeks practically glowing and a smile basically reaching his ears. a simple "woooah, you're so cool kacchan !" had the boastful blonde giddy for the entire day, chest puffed out as he walked ahead of everyone, with you right next to him, of course. (you were the only one worthy enough to stand by his side after all)
and though he spent his time trying to win your praise, he also needed your attention constantly. katsuki constantly demanded your attention. he's the only one who's allowed to sit next to you in class, you're always the one he picks first when it's time to pick teams to play dodgeball. he's your partner for every project and you're the one who walks beside him when you and your friends go venture out in the woods to go out on your adventures. and even though they would usually take place in the park, katsuki always claimed he'd be the one to protect you if anything were to happen.
as kids, deku was probably the only one who noticed how hard katsuki tried to impress you.
and he's probably the only one to notice how he still does it now.
"sooo...kacchan totally has a thing for yn, agreed ?"
"mhm. definitely."
"yup."
"'m suprised you just noticed that now, kaminari...actually i'm not really suprised." jirou drawled, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger.
okay, so apparently he isn't the only one who noticed.
kaminari pouts "i noticed ! i noticed, like, ages ago !" he huffs into his folded elbows on the desk " i just wanted to see if you guys did !"
"you'd be stupid to miss it." sero cuts in smoothly. their grouchy homeroom teacher somehow ended up absent, leading to an impromptu free period. which in turn caused for loads of gossip he had somehow gotten roped into. kirishima, kaminari and sero were talking about you and katsuki, happily chatting off about something they couldn't hear from where they were sitting.
"maaaannn, bakugou's way too lucky, scoring such a pretty girl. what's he got that i don't ?!" kaminari whines. kirishima shushes him lightly, afraid to rouse the attention of a certain blonde they just so happened to be talking about
"now that i think about it.." sero wondered, leaning onto kirishima's shoulder "midoriya, you guys are childhood friends, right ? have they always been..." he cuts himself off, pointing over at you both with his chin for midoriya to look back. ".. like that ?"
you're chatting about something that's apparently funny or exciting, with katsuki listening along attentively, his head resting in his palm like he's admiring you. his full focus entirely on you, as it usually was.
you're using your hands a lot while you're talking and deku recognizes it as the thing you do when you've gotten to the juicy part of the conversation, deku almost wishes he could listen in, then remembers it's not good to be nosy and shakes the thought away. every once in a while katsuki interjects with a subtle smirk on his face and his remarks have you either giggling or playfully pouting at him unable to hide your smile. the playfulness in his heavy lidded red eyes remains at any reaction you give him, though. kacchan's worked on his poker face over the years but it seems he can't control himself when it comes to you.
izuku realizes he's been openly staring for too long and quickly turns back to look at sero who raises an eyebrow, awaiting a response.
izuku chuckles to himself "yeah, pretty much." he hums, playing around with the ends of his tie as he speaks.
"oooouu~" kaminari sings, suddenly lifting his head up from where it was hidden into his shoulder with a sudden burst of energy, startling kirishima. "juicy details about kacchan, i'm in !"
"i don't know if it's exactly 'juicy'" izuku sweatdropped, chuckling awkwardly. "but kacchan and yn have always been really close. when we were younger, kacchan would always be seeking out yn's attention. he'd be really possesive..or protective over her, i guess ?âit was all pretty harmless though." he recounted, smiling softly at his childhood memories nostalgically pouring into his mind.
both kirishima and sero let out quiet hums when he finishes while denki simply pouts "s'not as juicy as i thought it would be" he huffs petulantly, receiving a knock on his head from jirou who hisses a "he told you that, idiot"
kirishima places his head into the palm of his hands and sighs dreamingly "man, that's so cute. bakugou's been a major softie for yn for so long.." he clenches his fist and izuku thinks he sees a little tear in his eye "so manly !" he exclaims through his sharp teeth.
"yeah, i don't know if 'manly' is the word i'd use to describe someone who's been whipped for so long and still doesn't have the balls to confess" sero ribbed, snickering to himself with denki joining in shortly after.
"hey, don't be assholes !" jirou shot "i think it's kinda cute y'know ? not really..manly..butâcute." she said.
"how much you wanna bet he's not gonna confess until graduation?" kaminari challenged.
"wouldn't put it past 'im." a voice suddenly chimes in. the five of them all turn their heads left, right then down at the voice that came from none other than mineta, who had somehow wormed his way into the conversation.
"and what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking into our conversation, freak" jirou sneers, glaring down at mineta who had already dragged his chair over, including himself into the group.
mineta decides to ignore jirou as he places his arms onto the desk seriously like he's imitating some type of mafia don. " bakugou's never gonna confess any time soon, he's too much of a pussy" he waves off nonchalantly "i bet he won't even have done it by the time we've finished school ! "
" and i bet you wouldn't say that to his face !" kaminari guffaws and the purple haired boy sputters. izuku can't hold back his grin as he watches them bicker.
" kacchan's always been pretty..sure of himself" he settles "i don't think it'd take him that long to confess" he guessed, pressing his thumb onto his chin "though maybe the fact that he's so sure of himself could hold him back.."
ah, there he goes again.. the rest of them thought as they watch midoriya babble on and on into theory land.
denki suddenly slams his fists on the desks, startling everyone. he sucks in a breath "alright ! i bet a thousand yen and the entirety of my lunch box that bakugou won't confess by the end of this year !" he exclaims, not too loud but loud enough so everyone in the group could hear him.
"oooouu~ what're we betting on ?" mina chimes in, suddenly appearing behing jirou and in turn startling her. she flashes her a little glare causing the pink haired girl to offer a weak apology and a hug.
"kaminari just bet a thousand yen and his lunch that bakugou won't confess to yn by the end of this year" sero smirked, clearly enjoying the drama
" ou, that sounds fun ! lemme join in too !" the pink skinned girl pleaded giving her best puppy eye and pout combo.
"sure ! just don't come cryin' to me when you lose" kaminari agrees, playfully jabbing at his friend.
"this is so stupid. i'm not betting money on this.."jirou scoffs rubbing at her temple. "c'moooonnn, don't be chicken, jirou ! " denki whines
"mhmm, c'moonn jirou give into peer pressure !" mina joins in, wrapping her arms around the purple haired girl and swaying her side to side.
jirou groans before finally conceding "..five hundred yen. that's all you're getting from me." she concludes sourly crossing her arms.
" i'm gonna go with kaminari's and say his balls won't drop 'till graduation" sero says simply, smirking almost mischieviously at the display of sudden chaos. he looks a little too pleased, izuku sweatdrops.
"i'm not betting on my bro, that's so unmanly." kirishima refused " i say just let them go at their own pace" he finishes, receiving a nasty look from his chaotic classmates.
needless to say kirishima gave in to peer pressure soon after, offering a modest 1,100 yen by this summer for his friend to confess.
"well i stand on what i said, i don't think he has the balls to say it at all. and i put that on all the money in my pockets ! " mineta proudly spoke.
"how much is that, like, one fruit roll-up ?" mina deadpanned, not missing a beat causing the group to erupt in laughter. mineta's objection's falling on deaf ears.
meanwhile, katsuki notices you've stopped talking all of a sudden. it takes him by surprise as you were so into it a minute ago. "what's up ?" he asks. his question snaps you out of your trance and you jump slightly, turning back to look at him "oh , nothing ! they just seem to be having fun " you gasp, a smile crawling up on your face as you look back at your friends having a good time.
katsuki on the other hand has a slight pout forming on his face, displeased at how his loud mouthed friends distracted you from your conversation. and from him he thinks, but that makes him feel like a snot nosed little kid again and his expression turns even more sour.
"tch. the fuck are those losers so loud for" he grumbles under his breath. you catch it though, and you giggle. his eyes brighten and his brows unfurrow the slightest bit when he hears it.
"don't be such a buzzkill katsu, s'not their fault you're no fun." you jest, chuckling to yourself when he scowls at you.
"fuck off ! m'not a buzzkill" he rolls his eyes, huffing indignantly "an' i'm plenty of fun" he finishes grumpily. you laugh a little more, covering your mouth with your hand when you catch a peak of him narrowing his eyes at you making fun of him. he simply rolls his eyes and sighs, shaking his head. he'll let it slide, he always does with you.
"right, right. my apologies, sir dynamight" you chuckle, bowing slightly at him, he huffs out a laugh "that's sir lord explosion murder god dynamight to you" he snorts. you throw your head back and laugh and katsuki feels the same pride he used to feel when he'd found something cool to show you back when you were brats. his stomach feels fuzzy and his head feels clouded the way it used to when you'd offer him your big, bright sparkly eyes and a "you're so cool kacchan !""
god, it never failed to remind him how much of a whipped loser he was for you.
and unfortunately still is.
you scoot your chair a little closer to his and katsuki has to use all of his might not to blush at the sudden proximity, as miniscule as the distance between you both was to begin with.
"well okay then, sir lord explosion murder god dynamight" you say rapidly, laughing to yourself. katsuki let's out a breathy chuckle, it's cute. he's cute. " i'm sure it doesn't mean much, but i at least think youâre plenty fun to be around"
katsuki feels his heart skip a beat too many.
you whisper, like it's a secret. you're in your own little corner while all your classmates are chatting away yet you say this to him like it's something between you and him. batting your eyelashes up at him. god, it's like you're out to kill him and honestly katsuki thinks for a second he wouldn't mind dying by your hand.
he's such a whipped loser.
he can't think straight. you're sitting so close to him, you're lips are glossy from that lip gloss you always have on you. you smell nice, katsuki feels like a creep for smelling you like you aren't a breath away from him.
"yeah, well.." he utters lowly. he licks his lips, feeling himself grow dizzy as he watches you watch the movement intensely and swallows. his adam's apple bobs and he can feel himself blushing like an idiot. " i don't think you're all that bad either" the end of his sentence comes out a little breathy, he barely realizes he's speaking. like his body is deciding for him, he doesn't mind much.
you give him a sweet little smile and your eyes shine like stars and you look up at him like he's everything, like he's the coolest. he wants you to look at him like this all the time.
you suddenly lean in and kiss him, right next to his lips, just at the corner. it lasts for about 0.3 seconds but katsuki feel his entire body exploding from the inside like he's let off his quirk onto himself.
"i take it back actually" you start " you're super cool to be around,kacchan " you whisper bashfully. katsuki huffs out a little laugh once his heart had stabilized itself a little bit, a small smile growing on his faceâ
" AW MAN? WHAT THE HELL ?!"
you both turn to the sound of your electric classmate, sporting a little pout on his face. proceeding to get dog-piled on by your other classmates surrounding him, causing him to let out whines and moans of complaint.
"i-ignore him !" mina waves off nervously "just keep doin' what you were doin !â i mean, we weren't watching or anything !" she splutters.
"nice one." jirou deadpanned sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "look, we don't mean to pry or anything, but who kissed who first ?"
at that, katsuki's cheeks flare up, turning a damn near violent shade of pink. he's about to yell obscenties at his classmates, about to tell them it's none of their business when-
" i did !" you giggle, a cat-like grin on your face
"you sneaky fuckin minx-" katsuki growls, shoving his index fingers into your sides and you let out a squeal mixed with a giggle. you're quickly drowned out by your classmates releasing a group groan, with sero and kaminari yelling and booing at katsuki, who in turn starts threathing them, his hands crackling and popping.
you don't exactly know what's happening, but you can't help but feel extremely joyful and happy.
"soo.." mineta starts "since i said bakugou wouldn't confess first doesn't that technically mean i-"
" IN YOUR DREAMS ! "
#i wrote this at lightning speed cus this was genuinely so fun to write#i loved this#hope the ending isnt dookie yall im sorry innever know how to end my shit LMFAOO#not proofread but will fix later !#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou drabble#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugo x female reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugo x y/n
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Lover Boy
Trying something very new with writing from the male characterâs perspective! Let me know what yâall think and if youâd like this reimagined from another perspective!
When I saw them together, I saw red. She made a mistake breaking up with me. And she certainly made the wrong decision to let herself get involved with him. I was pissed when Iâd heard heâd asked her out and furious to hear that sheâd agreed.
He doesnât deserve her. He canât treat her right, he canât take care of her the way she needs. She needs me. Sheâs mine and itâs time to remind them both of that.
It wasnât hard to figure out their date night plans. Not at all difficult to follow her car to their dinner reservation (what kind of man lets the woman drive them to a date). Not a challenge to slip into her car while it was parked outside the restaurant (she never asked for her spare key back). Drugging them was easy, a quick syringe to the neck and they were both out cold before they could understand what happened. I put him in the trunk, tied up nice and secure (and very uncomfortably). Her I move to the passenger seat. I buckled her in, kissed her forehead, and made sure her head was resting just right so her neck wouldnât cramp during our drive. In an hour, we were in a cabin, deep in the woods, with no one else around to hear the noise that tonightâs events would bring.
I moved her into the house first. Gently, lovingly, carefully. I took my time pulling off each article of clothing. Sheâd worn the red dress I love and it made me fume that she wore it for another man. But thereâs time later to let my anger loose. For now, I tied her down to the bed (our bed). Prop her upper body up so sheâs comfortable. Used the softest silk ropes I could find because she deserves the best. I stare down at her beautiful form, running my fingers down her body.
âSoon, youâll understand that youâre mine again,â I promised.
Next is his turn. I dragged him into the house. Dumped him onto a chair, cut off his clothes, and strapped him down. He gets duct tape and zip ties. Positioned him just right so he gets to see all of her splayed out on the bed.
And now, I wait.
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She woke up first. I knew she was waking up when her eyebrows got the little crease in between them and she scrunched her nose. Thatâs how she always wakes up. I watch her eyes slowly blink open, watch her try and move to no avail, watch as panic takes over her mind and fear makes her struggle.
âNo honey, donât struggle, Iâd hate to see you hurt yourself.â
Her eyes dart to mine and I can tell sheâs pissed.
âWhat the fuck! What the hell is going on? Why the fuck am I tied up and naked?â
She hadnât noticed him yet. Good, because all her attention should be in me, like always.
I walk to her and sit at the edge of the bed, running my fingers along her face. She jerks her head away from me but I grab her chin and lean in close.
âIâm reminding you who you belong to. And correcting your behavior,â I say to her before slamming my lips against hers. She tastes just the way I remember and she reacts the way she always did, parting her lips and letting me dominate her mouth.
I groan softly against her and I feel her whimper into my mouth. I pull back and I feel a rush of possession when she instinctively tries to follow me. Her eyes are glazed and I can tell Iâm getting to her.
I press my forehead against hers. âYou are fucking mine. But clearly you forgot that at some point and now itâs my job to remind you. And teach him a lesson too while Iâm here.â
I see the confusion on her face and step back so she can get a good eyeful of her date, naked and strapped to the chair.
She gasps, âWhat the actual fuck? Youâre crazy, thatâs why I broke up with you!â
I laugh as I step back towards her date. âYou love my crazy, donât try and deny that.â
She shakes her head, pulling harder at her restraints. I grin at her, âI think itâs about time we wake up your lover boy before he misses the show.â
Thereâs a glass of water on the side table. I snatch it and unceremoniously splash it over her dateâs head. He wakes up with a gasp.
âWhat the fuck?! Who the fuck are you? Untie me, you fucking asshole!â Heâs loud as he struggles in his chair.
I take enormous pleasure in sending a sharp backhand across his face. I hear her gasp and shout at me to stop. He continues to yell so I slap him again.
Heâs pulling hard against the chair and Iâm sure the duct tape hurts but I had that chair reinforced and bolted down in preparation for this.
âShut the fuck up,â I direct the order to him but I hear her quiet behind me too. Good girl, sheâs always been so good at following my orders.
I turn towards her and smile, âHoney, do you want to explain to our guest of honor who I am?â
She stares at me, shock painted across her face. Her head shakes a little and she opens and closes her mouth at a loss for words. I smirk and turn to lover boy.
âIâll make this simple for you. Sheâs mine. You infringed upon my property and this is the consequence. Now she got it in her head that sheâs better off without me so Iâm here to correct that. And you are here because you had the gall to think that you had a chance with her. Tonight is a night of righting wrongs.â
Lover boy starts yelling again, cursing and threatening. I pick up the roll of duct tape and rip off a sizable piece that I slap over his mouth. Right now, itâs his turn to be a spectator and spectators donât talk.
I turn to her.
âFuck, I missed you, darling.â I brush my fingers along her cheek and she flinches away from me.
âNow now, donât embarrass me in front of company,â I chide as my fingers run down her body.
I hear her mewl softly as my fingers meet her core. Sheâs fucking dripping and I laugh softly into her ear. âYouâre mine, arenât you? No one else can make you so fucking wet like this. No one else can touch you like this and make you feel this good.â
I punctuate the end of my sentence with a sharp pinch of her clit and she cries out, arching into me.
âFuck, please, ah, right there.â Her voice is breathy and it makes my cock throb. My fingers work her pussy effortlessly, applying just the right amount of pressure against her clit while I slide a finger into her. Her pussy clenches around me and I groan.
âI know for a fact your worthless lover boy could never make you feel this good,â I croon, sparing a derisive look towards him.
His face is red and furious as he makes muffled threats from behind the duct tape across his lips. My fingers donât let up on her and I can hear her moans and whines over him.
I glance at his lap and I laugh. Heâs rock hard. âYou fucking piece of shit. Who gave you permission to get hard over my girl huh? You like how she looks like this, tied up and at my mercy? You think you could make her sound like this?â
I slam my fingers into her, the sound of her dripping cunt creating a symphony with her cry of pleasure. His cock bobs between his legs and I watch his hips thrust up almost imperceptibly.
I turn my attention back to her. âYou see that, darling? Heâs fucking aching for you right now. But he canât fucking have you.â
I can tell by the way sheâs writhing against me that sheâs close. âCome on baby girl, I know youâre so close, cum for me. Scream for me so he knows how fucking good I make you feel.â
I slide my lips against her neck and my fingers work faster. Without any warning, I sink my teeth into the sensitive skin of her neck and she wails. Her pussy clenches around my fingers and her hips are trembling but I donât stop.
âThatâs it, good girl, just like that.â I work her through her orgasm until sheâs gasping and shaking against me. Only then do I pull my hand away from her pussy. Her body is completely limp, her eyes hooded as she stares at me. I stand up off the bed and turn to see how lover boy is faring.
Heâs breathing hard, his eyes filled with a combination of anger and lust. I know he wishes it were him touching her, making her scream. I grin at him and walk over. My fingers are still coated in her juices when I smear them across his face, making sure that he smells her.
He lunges at me ineffectively and I let out a deep laugh. It feels so fucking good to show him his place.
âShe smells good huh? Bet you wish you could taste her. But you and I both know you will never be able to.â
âStop, you made your point!â Her voice pulls me from my gloating. âPlease, honey, Iâm yours. Iâve always been yours, can we just be done with this?â
âOh no darling girl, weâve got a lot more ahead of us tonight,â I laugh as I slide back into the bed with her. âYou see tonight is the time for me to make sure you understand how serious I am about us. And how completely you belong to me. I need to be sure you are never going to forget that.â
I kiss down her body until Iâm face to face with her dripping cunt.
âOh I missed this,â I purr softly, blowing gently against her pretty pussy. Her hips buck up and she lets out an almost silent whimper.
I donât wait any longer and dive in, my tongue running up and down her dripping slit. I moan against her cunt, relishing in the taste of her.
I know her body better than she does and it doesnât take long for me to drive her to the brink of insanity, pulling orgasm after orgasm from her trembling body.
âPlease, I canât, itâs too much!â Her voice is breathless as she trembles against me. I look up at her, taking in the way her tears glisten along her cheeks. This is my favorite image of her, ruined and raw, all because of me.
I smile and press a chaste kiss against her pretty pussy and sit up. âOnly because you asked so nicely,â I drawl before capturing her lips in a kiss, letting her taste herself on me.
She moans into my lips and I pull away briefly, âIâm going to untie you so be a good girl for me.â
She nods. I know sheâll be good. My fingers are quick to pull apart the knots and I gently massage her extremities as I release her. I help her sit upright and I catch her staring at lover boy. His body is trembling from how hard heâs pulling at his restraints and his cock hasnât flagged all night.
I smirk at her. âI want you to ride him.â
Her wide eyes meet mine, âWhat?!â
âYou heard me. You went out with him for a reason, you clearly thought he was fuckable so nowâs your chance.â
Sheâs unmoving on the bed, still in shock while I stand and walk towards him. I grab the piece of tape covering his mouth and rip it off.
âYour turn to shine, lover boy. Do you want to fuck my girl?â
âFuck off!â His voice is hoarse but I catch the waver in his tone. I smirk, âDonât lie to me, I know your cockâs been rock hard this whole night. So fuck her and make her cum.â
I turn to her now, âRide him, darling. Get what you want from him because youâre not going to get another chance after tonight.â
I grab her hand and pull her up off the bed to her feet. Her legs are shaky as I lead her to him. I turn her around so her ass is pressed up against his cock.
He groans and leans his head back against the chair.
âThatâs it darling, you feel his cock against your pretty pussy?â I hold her hands to keep her balanced.
âGo ahead, sit your tight cunt onto his cock for me.â
She looks at me, eyes uncertain. I smile and nod.
I watch my girl sink down on his cock. Her back arches and she lets out a small moan that makes me laugh.
âDoes that feel good? Does his cock fill you up?â
She whines out a yes as her hips start to gyrate against him. He lets out a guttural groan, âFuck youâre so tight.â
I laugh, âRide him, darling. Make yourself feel good.â
She does exactly as sheâs told. I watch as she moves herself up and down, the movement making her pretty tits bounce. I sit back against the bed and stroke myself softly, watching my girl fuck herself using her pathetic date.
Moans are spilling out of both of their mouths as she keeps moving her body in just the right ways.
âDoes he feel good inside of you, darling?â
She whimpers in response, âAh fuck, yes!â
âYeah? You wanna make yourself cum using his cock? Greedy little thing huh, you just came your brains out and you want more?â I taunt her as I stroke myself up and down, watching the scene unfold.
âYes! Please, I want to cum again!â Her voice is desperate as her body moves faster up and down.
I hear lover boy let out a deep groan and I smirk. âKeep going pretty girl, make yourself cum on him.â
His groans change in pitch. âFuck no, wait, ah!â My smirk widens when I hear his voice crack and his eyes close. âFuck wait, Iâm cumming!â
I canât contain the deep, scornful laugh that erupts out of my chest. Pathetic lover boy couldnât even last long enough to make my girl feel good.
I watch with glee as my girl whimpers softly and slows her movements. Her eyes meet mine and I can see the wanton lust and need written all over her face.
He lets out a pathetic groan and I meet his eyes, seeing the pitiful humiliation on his face.
âYou worthless dick, you couldnât even last long enough to make my girl cum.â My voice is filled with derision.
I stand and beckon to my girl, âCome here.â
Sheâs quick to obey, pulling off of him swiftly. I pull her body close to mine and slip my fingers down to her dripping pussy. I gather the messy mix of his cum and her wetness onto my fingers and smear them across his chest and face. âPathetic piece of shit,â I sneer.
âGet on the bed, on your hands and knees and face him, darling.â My girl does exactly as sheâs told, arching her back and watching as I circle around to behind her.
I line myself up against her cunt and slam my cock home. She screams.
I donât give her time to adjust to my cock splitting her open. My movements are harsh and punishing. Iâm showing her who she belongs to, proving to him that only I can make her feel this good.
âYouâre a worthless, disgraceful piece of shit. Didnât even last long enough to make my girl cum.â
I bully my cock into her over and over again, hearing her voice shake with pleasure in a way that she definitely didnât do with him.
I can feel the way her pussy clenches around me rhythmically and I know sheâs close. I lean down and whisper to her, âI want you to look at him while you cum all over my cock. Make sure he knows how good I make you feel.â
Sheâs delirious with pleasure but I know sheâll do as I say. I laugh as I see him struggle against the chair, his face red with humiliation and anger.
âCum for me, darling. Scream for me.â My thrusts get deeper, harder, faster and her body follows my instructions effortlessly. Her cunt clenches around me and her orgasm rips through her body. I laugh again, feeling her pussy squirt her pleasure, relishing in her rapture.
I fuck her through her orgasm and I feel my own building. But I want one more out of her. I slide a hand down to her clit and begin to mercilessly work her body. She gasps, shaking against me and I donât give her a chance to recover.
It doesnât take long before her cunt clenches again and this time, as she wails our her release, I join her.
We collapse onto the bed and I make sure to catch myself so she doesnât take the brunt of my weight. I run my lips along her ear and I make one final claim, âYouâre fucking mine forever.â
She whimpers, âIâm yours.â
I grin and look up at him, taking in his expression of defeat and humiliation. âYou never deserved her, lover boy.
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I love your stories, they are fantastic and feed my daydreams to a intensely gratifying degree.
I am curious if you would entertain the idea of writing an Alastor and fem reader as battle partners and occasional lovers. Sheâs a fox demon that has been around for centuries and is very powerful. She is indispensable to him in battle but she helps him take care of his baser urges especially during his rut.
I beg you!
Thank youuuuuu
note: i kept this rather suggestive hehe.
Alastor x Kitsune! Fem Reader
âSo whatâs with the fox? Didnât take smiles to be much of a dog personâ Angel said to Husker as the black fox trotted past him, walking towards said demon sitting on the sofa, rubbing against his legs before jumping up and curling up in his lap.
Husker shook his head, grumbling âListen, thatâs one thing you donât want to know about. Trust meâ he chugged at his bourbon.
Angel rolled his eyes at the cat demon, âOh câmon! Tell me! What do Mr. Fancytalk need with a pet? â He whined. Husker ignored him, thinking sooner or later the spider will figure it out.
Charlie and Vaggie entered the lobby, overhearing the conversation. Angel turned his sight to Vaggie âHey Vagina do you know the deal with the strawberry pimpâs pet?â
Vaggie sighed âWhen Alastor manifested in this realm it was absolute chaos! some have speculated what unimaginable forces enabled him to rival our worlds most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing for sure, he holds an unpredictable source of danger, the kind we shouldnât risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!â Angel deadpanned âthatâs doesnât really answer my questions tootsâ
Vaggie pointed towards the red demon, at the black fox ârumor has it the fox is the reason heâs so powerfulâ
Angel sucked his teeth âIll believe when I see itâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ-
You napped on the bed of your shared room as Alastor sat out on the balcony enjoying the view of Pentagram City.
A loud BANG! Was heard and suddenly there was a massive hole knocked into the hotel.
A giant blimp was outside the hotel and a snake demon was declaring a fight against Alastor.
Alastor joined Charlie and the others at the entrance of the hotel, very much amused at the pathetic display.
âWho are you?â He asked
âI am the great Sir Pentigous! Your fiercest enemy!âŠWe literally battled last weekâ
Alastor tilted his head, leaning on his cane âWell you would think I remembered youâ
The snake demon hissed and went to charge up his weapons.
âUuugghh Alastor? Arenât you gonna do something about him? Arenât you suppose to protect the hotel or something?â angel asked, hands on his hips. Alastor grinned âAah yesâ he snapped his fingers.
Thick, inky black smoke billowed from the ground as a thunderous growl was heard.
âHoly fucking hell!â
A Giant beast emerged from the ground and immediately took the bump into its mouth and shook like a dog would a toy.
Several appendages swirled as the beast tore into the machine like it was paper.
The snake demon fell to the ground, trying to back away as the massive black beast snapped its sharp teeth at him, making him cower.
ânow now my dear youâve done enoughâ Alastor said, causing everyone to look at him confused?
The black beast huffed before black smoke surrounded it.
Walking out of the smoke, holding the snake demon was aâŠ
âTHE FOX???!!â Angel exclaimed
You dragged the demon by his hood, baring your sharp teeth at him as he cowered behind Charlie.
You frowned at Alasto as you turned to him, ears flattening
You hands were at your hips as your tails swirled behind you âYou woke me up for that?! Please at least let it be a challenge next timeâ
Alastor snickered as he pulled you into his side, grin turning Cheshire as you nuzzled him anyway.
Everyone had a puzzled look on their face.
The cute black fox that often roamed the hotel was actually a demon?!
âtold you would have found out sooner or laterâ Husker said.
âA-Alastor w-what?â Charlie stuttered, as Vaggie barged through pointing her spear at you and Alastor.
Your eyes narrowed as you stood in front of Alastor, growling at her, claws flexing in case she made a move. Your tails spiked.
âI wouldnât do that if I were youâ Alastor grinned, peaking through one of your tails
âThis darling of mine is that âunpredictable source of choasâ. Isnât she a doll?â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ-
âSoooo you two are like a thing? How the fuck? What he own your soul or something?â Angel asked sipping his martini.
You smirked.
You had been with Alastor for a while now. You met the red deer when he first came to hell. He was running a muck in your territory, taking away the souls that you enjoyed tormenting. You, the âKitsune Demonâ, would not be intimidated by some newbie. So you fought Alastor.Â
Who won? No one knows but many often saw the Radio Demon entering and existing your domain without consequence afterwards.
You and the Radio Demon had a very simple relationship. Your ancient power gave him legitimacy in status as well as your presence on his arm.
You were his best weapon in a battle and a great companion.
You might have looked scary, but only the lanky demon had seen you in your most vulnerable state.
You looked so pretty taking his cock and covered in cum.
âNo he doesnât own my soul and a thing? If you mean I warm his bed and keep him in check for the most part? Then yesâ you said bluntly, making the spider gawk.
âyou fuck that? That makes a lot of sense nowâ angel mumbled.
Speaking of fucking, you sniffed at the air. Alastorâs rut was approaching. You had to take care of that.
You left the confused spider as you disappeared in a smoky mist.
âDid you know those two get freaky?â angel turned to Husker, making the cat roll his eyes.
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