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day six: not so home for christmas | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: oscar piastri x fem reader
oscar and y/n are having their first christmas in monaco because of a snow storm, unfortunately this also means they're now hosting most of the grid as well.
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yourusername: thanks a lot snow storm :( i guess it's our first ever christmas here in monaco
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user1: yall global warming might just be real
user2: you're only just realising it now ?
charles_leclerc: you kids and your complaining - a white christmas in monaco, what more could you want?
yourusername: a christmas at home with our families?
charles_leclerc: families? when you're in your adopted father-in-law's home city, i'd watch your tone if i were you
oscarpiastri: if you think of your kids as often as you say then you should be worried that your aussie son is going to FREEZE to death :(
charles_leclerc: if it's the bbq you crave, you can still do that?
yourusername: it's snowing? and he is NOT bringing our bbq inside
charles_leclerc: okay jeez, not much christmas spirit here i see
oscarpiastri: we miss our families, sue us
user3: wait... if they couldn't get out of nice... who else couldn't
user4: the storm kicked in like a day ago right?
user5: based on instagram activity, my guess is that max, lando, ollie (idk why he was in monaco anyway), kimi (i think he's attached to ollie), alex (and lily) and george
user6: i know it would never happen but wouldn't it be so cute if we got a grid christmas dinner
yourusername: please don't give them any ideas
oscarpiastri: i only just got rid of them đŠ
landonorris: so, just out of interest, is y/n still free to maybe wrap my presents for me?
yourusername: do i look like the christmas fairy to you?
landonorris: well i know for a fact that oscar's ass was not wrapping those presents
oscarpiastri: well y/n actually likes doing things for me soooooo
landonorris: PLEASE Y/N I'LL HAVE TO RESORT TO USING TIN FOIL
yourusername: tin foil... please you are a 25 year old man
landonorris: does it look like i'm a man who has sellotape in his house?
yourusername: no.
user7: y/n is like a full time mum to a load of men all older than her
user8: she better get ready to cook for them at christmas because none of these men can cook for themselves
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oscarpiastri: i'm not sure how this went from our lonely christmas away from both of our families to babysitting half of the grid but what the hell, sure
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user10: i personally blame all of you for this
user11: and what??? i'm so excited
user12: i hope they post nothing more just to spite your ass
charles_leclerc: iâm kinda offended no one thought of coming to mine :/
maxverstappen1: youâre shit at cooking
charles_leclerc: how would you know?
maxverstappen1: i saw it in your vlog
charles_leclerc: you watch my vlogs???
maxverstappen1: NO?
yourusername: okay queens stop flirting and get back to your stations in the kitchen
charles_leclerc: can we flirt there?
yourusername: if you're still peeling - knock yourselves out
user13: y/n basically confirming lestappen? wow christmas DID come early this year
user14: the real question is why she would let those menaces in the kitchen?
yourusername: i have seen how much these people eat, i need help even from the useless
yourusername: also if they want certain dishes from home they have to help
maxverstappen1: i am CORING AS MANY APPLES AS I CAN I PROMISE THE APPLE BEIGNETS WILL BE WORTH IT
oscarpiastri: i know they will be, y/n is making them
maxverstappen1: okay buddy, i don't see you helping
oscarpiastri: i am keeping everyone else in line, that's a full time job as well
user15: who made the youngest couple in charge of these fools?
user16: a comedic genius
yourusername: they're annoying but i'll deal with them for you
oscarpiastri: you make such sacrifices for me, i love you
yourusername: i love you more
alexalbon: we're really not that bad you guys are being dramatic
yourusername: george walked up to our mantle piece, pointed at my baby picture and said "ugly. my condolences" ?
alexalbon: that's george ? he's mean to everyone
yourusername: HE'S IN THAT BABY'S HOUSE
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olliebearman: first christmas with my big brother :))))
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user17: yall be on oscar about him holding onto the leclerc family joke but the real enemy is ollie
olliebearman: i think it's cute
olliebearman: and it's NOT a joke
user18: you know what? yeah i'd also keep going with the joke i need to get in that leclerc family
olliebearman: the real catch here is y/n she's going to teach me to crochet :)
yourusername: we can make little bear mans !!!
user19: the grid dad stuff was cringey... but grid brother well that's hitting like crack i fear
charles_leclerc: grid dads are cringey ??? count your days
user19: sorry?
charles_leclerc: i (and my family) will NOT tolerate sebastian vettel slander. not now not EVER
fernandoalo_oficial: and me?
charles_leclerc: i couldn't give a fuck about you old man
fernandoalo_oficial: excuse me
fernandoalo_oficial: i'll have you know i am just as much oscar's father as you are
charles_leclerc: and how have you come to that OBVIOUSLY WRONG conclusion
fernandoalo_oficial: WELL i don't know maybe his REAL grid dad is actually mark webber who i have a well documented homoerotic relationship with and therefore oscar and most importantly Y/N are my children
charles_leclerc: what a load of bullshit
charles_leclerc: if grid children were based on homoerotic tension then i'd be father to all of the red bull juniors and max would have custody of the FDA
maxverstappen1: well....
pepemarti: hi !!!
dinobeganovic: hey.....
yourusername: what happened to the original plot of the movie
user20: i think the cabin fever is getting to them
lilymunhe: no they're like this all of the time it's exhausting
yourusername: tell me about it
olliebearman: but not me :(
yourusername: no we love you
oscarpiastri: you are the least annoying one
olliebearman: omg thank you :3
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yourusername: not so home for christmas but with family nonetheless
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user22: what was the dress code here?
landonorris: what we had left? all the dry cleaners are closed because of the storm
yourusername: you take ALL of your clothes to the dry cleaners?
landonorris: why wouldn't i do that...
yourusername: yk what, whatever !
user23: omg of course leo was there as well
yourusername: we only invited charles for him
charles_leclerc: excuse me?
landonorris: he was invited ????
oscarpiastri: well he was staying in monaco anyway and you guys all invoked your squatters rights in my house so what was one more
landonorris: i am not squatting? my ass is already big enough as it is
yourusername: i know your ass is big because YOU'RE ALWAYS SAT ON IT
oscarpiastri: god i love you
yourusername: i love you even more
oscarpiastri: nuh uh not possible
yourusername: i love you so much i'm not even that angry about half of the grid crashing our christmas
oscarpiastri: i love you so much that i personally barged a child out of the way to get you your eras tour merch
yourusername: i do love my merch.... but not as much as i love you
oscarpiastri: you're so romantic
georgerussell63: right that's it, i am SICK of you people pretending you are not enjoying our presence
yourusername: did i or did i not say family ???
oscarpiastri: george i'd appreciate if you didn't talk to y/n this way
maxverstappen1: yeah back the fuck off
georgerussell63: why is max here?
maxverstappen1: ummmm y/n busted her ass to make apple beignets for me so i had some netherlands with me at christmas so i would die for her. i am somwhat fond of oscar as well
maxverstappen1: so fuck with them, you fuck with me
maxverstappen1: and you seem to like doing that recently
yourusername: awwww thanks max!
oscarpiastri: we are fond of you too buddy
georgerussell63: how did i lose this?
user24: max out here getting wags on his side
maxverstappen1: that's my ma
maxverstappen1: wait that makes my homoerotic tension with charles incest
maxverstappen1: that's my home girl
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oscarpiastri: y/n absolutely smashed our makeshift grid christmas and she said she'll accept thanks in qualifying tows or easy passes on track đ
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user25: oh they want me dead
user26: i would do questionable things to get a slice of that cake
user27: drop the recipe please xxx
yourusername: oh babe i be following the tiktoks like the rest of yall - i'll repost it
user28: woman of the people
yourusername: babe i don't really remember saying those exact words...
oscarpiastri: PLEASE ! they don't say no to you now you've filled their stomachs
landonorris: he's not wrong
maxverstappen1: you're in my will now
charles_leclerc: you're now my favourite daughter in law
yourusername: i'm your only daughter in law?
charles_leclerc: idk kimi and ollie are pretty attached with their weird tension
landonorris: like father like son
charles_leclerc: huh?
landonorris: huh?
oscarpiastri: ^^ see !!!! y/n please !!!
yourusername: fine.
yourusername: thank you all for coming, i hope you enjoyed dinner and your time with us. i loved spending time with you all but if you wish, i will be accepting thanks in the form of qualifying tows and easy passes for oscar or pornstar martinis from any hospitality
yourusername: happy?
oscarpiastri: yes
oscarpiastri: YOU HEARD THE WOMAN GUYS
maxverstappen1: oh i love y/n but i'd rather put you in the wall than let that ugly orange car past without a fight
georgerussell63: @fia i told yall
yourusername: are you ever gonna give that up ?
georgerussell63: no? and i KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO SAT ME NEXT TO HIM AT DINNER
yourusername: you'll never prove it :P
user29: oscar is such a sassy man
yourusername: he gets it from his momma
oscarpiastri: and you :)
yourusername: i will say your ability to watch my reality tv with you is a big factor in how much i love you
landonorris: is that why oscar once woke me up the night before a race by shouting "get her ass lisa" ???
oscarpiastri: we watch real housewives together on facetime :)
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charles_leclerc: i made the right choice in son and most importantly daughter in law
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user31: okay the cinnamon buns have thrown me over the edge now
user32: i NEED to know who asked for them
alexalbon: guilty đ
and they slapped thanks y/m
oscarpiastri: we've been dating for years? like when i was still in f3?
charles_leclerc: semantics
oscarpiastri: no i met and charmed y/n all on my own thank you very much
charles_leclerc: because she saw the future and the potential of our prosperous family !!!
oscarpiastri: at this point, whatever you wanna hear old man
charles_leclerc: relegated below ollie
olliebearman: score !!!
user33: oh these people are never letting this joke die are they
user34: i think we're stuck with it
charles_leclerc: are you people sick of whimsy ???
charles_leclerc: i am ALLOWED to flex my son's amazing choice in women, especially a woman who will make me a swiss roll on demand
yourusername: he does have amazing taste
oscarpiastri: thank you :3
yourusername: as much as you guys were somewhat annoying, we had an amazing christmas xx
oscarpiastri: please do not bother us until march
charles_leclerc: fine. but we're still on for the double date in melbourne?
charles_leclerc: (maybe triple? idk ollie can just bring kimi)
kimiantonelli: score !!!
yourusername: we would love to !
oscarpiastri: i guess you could meet my actual family ?
charles_leclerc: not now oscar, let me enjoy chritmas with you all before you remind me of that
oscarpiastri: okay?
user35: y/n and oscar actually have the patience of saints because if these clowns crashed my christmas i'd be on the news
yourusername: any christmas is perfect with him
oscarpiastri: with y/n, i can get through even the most annoying people
user35: okay yall didn't have to flex on me that hard damn
fin.
note: here's day six! i'm not sure if you guys saw my update post but this series won't be done by christmas day but will stretch to NYE because unfortunately my cat has to be put down :( i've had him for nearly 19 years and it's really hard to think about him being gone so i'm just spending as much time as possible with him atm. anyway, i hope you enjoyed !! xx
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People's assumptions about you
This reading is about the assumptions people in general have about you. Which might not be true to how you really are.
This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.
Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, Iâd love to know đ
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LILAC
⢠You have a quiet, mysterious vibe that makes people think you have been through a lot. This kind of being experienced creates a sense of knowing, like nothing can faze you, you have seen enough, the good, the bad, everything in between about life.
⢠They also assume you wield your power well, you're used to it and you can use it to seduce people or to deter them from getting closer. There's a contradictory feeling about you, on one hand, you seem intense and seductive, on another, you're aloof and impartial. So people think that you just like to appear attractive for the sake of being attractive, not to attract anything or anyone in particular.
⢠Those who are lucky enough to get into your inner circle will be treated differently, with generous care and intuitive understanding.
⢠They could think you're from a religious background. Or someone with mixed races and have a diverse religious background.
⢠They could assume you come from money or are well taken care of.
⢠You seem to be good at learning, fast thinker, intelligent. No matter how you actually think about your intelligence, people will assume you're smart and don't have trouble solving problems. Maybe you talk fast, have knowledge about a wide variety of subjects or people usually see you learning, researching something, especially about some niche or taboo subjects. This also contributes to your mysterious aura.
⢠Some could assume you like casual relationships. You revel in social interactions, you can chat anyone up and have some friendly banters with them. You enjoy hanging out with people but you don't want to be involved too deeply with anyone. Your goal in interactions with people is usually to learn something new, to satiate your curiosity. Again, the thought of getting close to you, being considered more special than the rest by you, is a great ego boost to some people.
⢠You're good at hiding your more unsavoury side. People generally think you're calm and worry-free but some will have a little suspicion that you're hiding your negativity, it's like they can't believe there's actually anyone who has no worry or problem. Especially if you're being anxious about the future, feeling lonely or lost, you won't show it. The people who suspect about this will likely want to dig deep to get to see your problems.
GRAPEFRUIT
⢠You have a brilliant aura that makes people automatically assume you have it easy in life. Like someone who has been treated so well by life that they are so positive and lighthearted.
⢠Enthusiastic and mischievous, people will assume you're younger than your actual age.
⢠You have no problem convincing someone, pulling someone to your side purely by talking and debating. People can see your cleverness and humour clearly.
⢠People think you have a fast lifestyle, always on the move, rarely at home, never sitting still, don't settle down. They assume you have an extensive travel backlog. Some will want to give you advice about settling down, having a stable family life. Maybe they think you're too young or have too many things going on for you to consider those topics seriously, but you will, in the future.
⢠Based on your cheerful or carefree demeanour, some will guess you are not well disciplined or are spoiled. They think your upbringing was a little loose and lacked proper guidance, resulting in a freestyle way of living.
⢠Maybe the way you dress or the things you use will make people think you're careless about money or have a lot to spare. You like shopping, hoarding material possessions and are just generous with your money in general.
⢠Some could assume you're too easy-going and simple-minded, despite your expression of cleverness, like someone who is easy to be taken advantage of, gullible. Some would want to protect you because of that, others would want to take advantage of that.
⢠You seem to be well liked and have no trouble getting a date. If you're single, they will just assume that you probably don't want to commit, prefer to stay single by choice, if you want to, people would jump at the chance to date you.
⢠Some would think you prefer older people for friendship and connections in general, you like to be spoiled and taken care of. But they also can sense that you treasure your friendships greatly, those who can stick to you through thick and thin will be revered and respected by you.
⢠Some can see you easily getting stressed, over exerting or are afflicted with some illness frequently. They might think to themselves that's the consequences of living a fast life, or you're going through some stressful situations that you don't want to talk about.
PEAR
⢠Maybe your reputation precedes you. People could form assumptions of you based on what they heard about you, not necessarily from interactions with you. They think that you're really a go-getter, ambitious, if not sometimes ruthless. You act on your impulses and zero in your targets, you get what you want, one way or another. They could feel that being the target of your gaze would equal to being a prey. You could give off a no-nonsense and efficient vibe that won't tolerate misbehaviour and disrespect.
⢠But they also feel that you put great value on friendship and community bonds. You would be a great leader, a pioneer, a protector of your group.
⢠The thing is, not many assumptions about your are correct. People could hear or see one aspect of you and proceed to make up a whole story about you. You could be a favourite topic in gossip. Some would put you on a pedestal and can't see you do anything wrong, while some would be so ready to find any dirt about you to make you seem less than ideal.
⢠Some would assume you have unique dreams that you want to achieve. Those that normal people won't understand or sympathise with. You're on your own road, doing your own things. People think you're really daring, you won't sit contentedly with what you're having, you're not afraid to upset the status quo. If you find a new inspiration, a new objective, you will be ready to pack your bag and get up and go, leaving behind everything you have achieved. In a less dramatic sense, people sense that you have the ability to let go, to search for a new horizon without attachment to the past.
⢠Speaking of the past, some would think that you're a nostalgic person. Some hobbies and favourite things of yours are those of the past. You might still keep doing or enjoying something that you had done when you were a child. Childhood could be your soft spot, the one thing that you guard so fiercely.
⢠They feel that you come from a traditional family with parents in their traditional roles. And somehow, you don't want to follow their footsteps, you want to rebel, to challenge that system. You might want to stay single and independent, focusing on yourself rather than family and partnership.
⢠If you ever get into a partnership, people think that would involve some deals and terms, something beneficial that is worthwhile of your effort. You approach every partnership like a business one, negotiating the terms, striking a deal, exchanging of values.
CHERRY
⢠People think you're in a purging period. You're not satisfied with your current life and the direction it's going. It's like you've reached a plateau, you need to find a new direction, a new way of living your life. And people think you're really brave for that intention, you're not afraid to discard unnecessary things, old thinking patterns, limited beliefs. You're willing to give yourself a makeover. Fears seem to not faze you at all, there seem to be no emotional turmoil. You act with your instincts and your heart's desire, charging forward.
⢠But people don't think you're a flaky, changeable person. You only change when your life demands it, your ultimate goal is stability and a stronger foundation.
⢠On the topic of instincts, some people feel you're really spontaneous in love. You fall in love easily, suddenly, with the naivete of a child. You love being in love, you don't take into consideration other practical matters surrounding a relationship, you just jump in for the pure bliss of romance.
⢠They would guess that you're usually the one doing the pursuing and confessing first. There could be a pattern in the people you're attracted to or a pattern in your relationships. Some would think, quietly, that you might be not aware of some deeper aspects within yourself, manifesting as these patterns. Like a certain part of you is repressed or neglected, so you seek that part in the other person.
⢠But in general, people think you have a lot of love to give. Your brave heart is undeniable.
⢠Other than romance, people also think that you're artistic and creative. Your ideas are unique and refreshing, some could be a little too grand, too far reaching. Some could guess that your job involves this kind of artistic talent.
⢠The way you act makes some feel that you're being sheltered by the people around you, like a precious child being protected by the community. But there's no envy or negative emotion here, they just observe that and can understand by themselves why you're like that. There's a honesty, a purity of thoughts in the way you express yourself and the way you share with people. They think you deserve that kind of good treatment.
⢠Also, due to that perceived honesty, some would feel comfortable confiding in you, they trust that you would keep their secrets for them.
GOLD
⢠The first thing people would assume about you is that you love hanging out with people, socialising, and having superficial fun with anyone you come across. You seem lighthearted like an excited kid in the middle of a carnival, wanting to see everything, to taste everything.
⢠People also think you like to shine, to feel seen and applauded. You're gregarious and seem to have no difficulty being yourself in front of a crowd. A bright confidence. Some would assume you like to be in a crowd because you like the attention. But most just assume you're friendly and have an extrovert nature.
⢠A few would try to guess the base of your desire to mingle with people. They think you're lonely or are sad about something, and you want to soothe that feeling by being with people, seeking the warmth of others. But most people don't seem to think too deeply about your nature, some would even find it hard to believe you're having some emotional turmoil inside.
⢠Some with a more suspicious nature might think you like to use joke and sarcasm to mask your insecurities and the difficulties you're having in your life. They think you're running away from the problems, trying to stay positive while a future disaster is pressing on your nerves. They think you need to change something or to be more brave in taking a new endeavour. It's not malicious though, they want to help and support you because they think you have potential.
⢠Right now, you seem to be pretty settled down with your life, doing things routinely, repeating days after days, like a drill. Some think that you're running in circles, wasting your time by immersing in the mundane details of other people's lives while refusing to look further for your own life. Or they assume your work requires that kind of lifestyle. You seem like a busybee, moving, talking constantly.
⢠People would assume based on your outgoing nature and the carefree way you show yourself, you have an active and passionate sex life. Your sexuality might be the question lots of people have in mind. Some would assume you can be quite dominant and aggressive in bed.
HONEY
⢠The assumptions about you would change a lot with time. Each period of your life will be accompanied by different assumptions from people. Could be that with each period, you are in a different environment with different types of people. So their values and beliefs would be different. Consequently, their assumptions about you and everything around them in general would be different. But the common point between these assumptions is that, they usually don't reflect your true self very well, people would likely be surprised when they get closer to you.
⢠At first glance, they assume that you're very passionate and full of ardour. You're optimistic and like to believe in a bright future, regardless of your current situation.
⢠People would think that you're a relationship person. Another group also has a passionate and confident air about them when it comes to love and romance, but yours is softer and feels more mature. People think you don't chase love, but by being so intensely you, you attract love wherever you go.
⢠They would assume that being love by you would be an unforgettable experience, the kind of love that is so pure and nurturing, where you can put your heart out into the open. Some people would fall for your perceived ability to love. Your potential of being a lover.
⢠Right now, you seem to focus more on securing material comfort and building a foundation for yourself rather than focusing on relationships. You can be perceived as a very hardworking person, to the point of being a workaholic. The people who want to approach you think you don't have time for them. You completely committed yourself to your work and study. Determined to be stable and thriving.
⢠Money and material possessions might be a source of comfort for you. They think you would try everything to achieve that, even using some tricks or personal talents to help you get ahead. Nothing too serious or negative though, they just feel that you have a knack for completing tasks faster, skillful and flexible.
⢠If someone knows more about your upbringing and the traditional values surrounding it, they would assume that the you right now is rebelling against those values. It's like you've reinvented yourself anew, away from the old values that no longer resonate with you. You could have been disillusioned by them, a naive believer. But now you stand on your own, find and build your own set of values. You could change your jobs, your studies, your living places because of that.
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Hate your guts (pt 1)
~ this fic is my Christmas giftđ i'm dividing this into two parts bcs tumblr is shit
pairing: rockstar!hyunjin x rockstar afab!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, smut
wc: 26.6k
synopsis: hwang hyunjin, your sworn enemy. the person who finds and pushes all your buttons, annoys you and makes you angry. the person you're trying to avoid so badly, only to end up practically sharing a bed with him on tour. let the fun begin!
warnings: lots of swearing, smoking and alcohol, mentions of blood and throwing up, mild violence, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), fingering, handjob, semi-public sex, spanking, creampies, mix of degradation and praise
a/n: thank you @frehyun for helping me come up with a name for hyunjin's bandđ also a thank you to @jehhskz @moonchild9350 and @hyunebunx for giving me suggestions, listening to me yap and being supportive while i was writing thisđĽšđŠˇđŠˇđŠˇ title is inspired by inji, go listen to her musicđŤśđť
a little ramble: feel free to skip this! but i just wanted to say that this was supposed to be done sooner cause i had other fics planned out to write but work got in the way. so i wrote this fic whenever and wherever i could; hiding in the bathroom at work, during my break, at the bus station, at 3am when i couldn't sleep etc... it's been a ride and i'm proud of how it turned out, hopefully y'all enjoy it toođĽšđŤśđť
â...And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself youâre there? Or have somebodyâs goodnight kisses got that covered? When Iâm not being honest, I pretend that you were just some loverâŚâ
It was a perfect but short moment.
The fresh breeze coming into the car where the window was opened just a little was enough to give you some air but still managed to hide most of your face from the outside world.Â
The music in your ears was loud, so loud that you were drowning in it, the warm and comforting voice, the melancholic guitar riff in the background, and the gentle sluggish drums putting it all together into a song that made your eyes water.
You tuned everything else out as this was the only moment of peace you were going to get today.
You needed every shred of sanity you could gather, and you were determined to hold onto it as much as you could.
Because today, you had an interview with him.
Hwang Hyunjin.
Oh, the name you know so well.
Even thinking about the way it sounds makes you feel angry.
It seemed as if his life mission was to find every single button of yours and push them repeatedly until you exploded like a ticking bomb.
Your mind wandered as you thought about him and how much his existence angered you, your stomach turning into knots.
Or maybe it was just pre-interview nerves.
No matter how many times you talked in front of the camera, it always made you feel anxious and jittery.
Being on stage was fun, there was no anxiety there as whenever you would step on it and see all the people cheering for you and singing along to the music you and your friends wrote, your heart felt full, your soul elated.Â
It was an exhilarating feeling you couldnât even begin to explain to someone whoâd never experienced it.
Every concern in your head, every ache in your soul, every tear behind your eyelids threatening to spill got erased when you gave yourself to the stage.
If you could, you would definitely try to avoid the interviews and just perform.
But your record company had other plans.
Being the only up and rising all girls rock band in the company meant that you needed promotion, and what better way to promote than to collab with the only boy rock band in the same company?
Hwang Hyunjinâs band.
Yes, you couldnât wait for this day to be over.
âY/n!â you were shaken out of your thoughts, as your manager pulled at your headphones.
âWhat?â you almost snapped at her, startled by her antics.
âYou were staring off into space and muttering angrily about Hyunjin. Something like âpoke his eyes outâ and âconceited dickâ.â Ana giggled, covering her lips with her hand as you rolled your eyes, realizing that youâve already arrived at the building for the interview.
âIâm sure you find all this amusing. But I am not amused at all. Last time I had an interview with that... bastard, everyone thought we were dating and started shipping us.â you recoil at the thought. âI would never date someone like him.â
âOh y/n, lighten up! You know there will always be rumors of all kinds. The dating rumors are the least harmful ones, trust me. Just act like youâre besties with Hyunjin, for an hour tops.â
You take a deep breath in, then sigh.
âI am a professional. I will do this right.â you nod with a determined tone as Ana bumped her fist with yours.
âThatâs the spirit!â your manager smacked your thigh happily as you yelped, making her laugh before she exited the car.
Since you were in the underground parking lot, there was no press around so you walked out of the car freely, going directly to the elevator that would take you to the reception.
Ana pressed the button when you walked in and just as the doors started closing, someoneâs combat boot was pushed between the silver doors, stopping them and making them open again.
Your eyes traveled up from the boots, to the tight leather pants and the skimpy tank top revealing a tattoo sleeve, right to the face you hoped you wonât be seeing for at least another ten minutes.
Hyunjin had an obnoxious smirk dancing on his lips as he looked down at you, puffing his chest out like some peacock showing off his feathers and you already wanted to smack the shit out of him.
His manager, Anthony waved at the two of you, ushering him into the elevator.
âGood morning y/n, Ana.â Anthony greeted as Hyunjin kept smirking at you.
âIt was good until now.â you crossed your arms over your chest.
Even the cologne Hyunjin was wearing made you want to puke your guts out so you stepped away from him.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned on the wall casually, never taking his eyes off of you.
âAw, you throwing a tantrum already baby?â he smirked at you and you started fuming.
Both of your managers rolled their eyes, Ana muttering âhere we go againâ as she shook her head.
âI see you have a new piercing on your face. You needed another hole to let the air out of that empty head?â you said, trying to sound nonchalant and Hyunjin scoffed.
âIâm gonna ignore that comment and focus on the fact that youâre counting my piercings. Observing me, huh?â he looked at you smugly.
âYeah, cause I have nothing better to do than-â
Ding!
âAlright, break it off kids, were here!â Anthony said, quickly pulling Hyunjin out of the elevator.
âSee? I canât stand him.â you groaned as Ana chuckled.
âYou stood up to him pretty well.â Ana winked. âLet's go get some coffee, get you properly awake before the interview.â she gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little as you groaned in protest.
Thankfully, Hyunjin had disappeared somewhere and you were glad he wasnât around to annoy you, as you made small talk with a few of the staff you knew there since youâve already been interviewed for the same channel before.Â
âAna, Iâm gonna go get some air before we start.â you felt the nerves creeping up inside you.
âOkay, but you have to be back in five minutes.â she reminded you and you gave her a thumbs up, before practically sprinting down the hall to get to the little terrace hidden on the side.
Staff used it for smoke breaks, and you decided to use it to calm your anxiety down.
You flung the door open and stepped out onto the balcony, quickly taking a deep breath in while you looked down at the city before you.
âNeeded to see me once more before the interview?â a voice rang out to the left of you.
Hyunjinâs voice.
Of course the bastard is here, you thought, your face becoming hot in annoyance.
âI had no idea you were here, asshole.â you turned to look at him.
He was leaning on the railing, flexing his muscles, a long vein protruding under the layer of the swirling colorful flowers inked into his skin, leading all the way to his long fingers with chipped nail polish and a cigarette pinched between his thumb and index finger.
He looked at you intently through his bangs that were haphazardly falling into his eyes, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, before his tongue poked out to play with the piercing adorning it.
âI thought you had more originality when it comes to nicknames, darling.â he said mockingly before taking another drag from his cigarette.
âDonât call me that.â you turned around to leave but Hyunjinâs long arm quickly blocked your way, his palm splayed on the wall.
You looked up at him and stepped back, just as he puffed the smoke out your way.
âYou leaving?â he looked smug again, intrusive thoughts of pushing him off the balcony appeared in your mind.
âYes, this space is too small and your cologne is nauseating.â your face scrunches up.
âAw, Iâll make sure to find another one youâd like.â Hyunjin smirks.
âDonât bother.â you ducked under his arm and opened the door, walking away as fast as you could.
At least he helped in a way, you werenât anxious anymore, just annoyed and waiting for this day to be over.Â
âWhere is Hyunjin, weâre starting in a minute.â Anthonyâs brows furrowed while you were ushered towards the room.Â
âLast I saw him, he was smoking on the balcony.â you shrugged as they sat you down.Â
The chair where Hyunjin would be sitting was too close for comfort and you wanted so badly to push it away, but you figured it was there because of the camera frame.Â
âWeâre on in 30 seconds!â one of the staff yelled and you rolled your eyes.Â
Of course he was late, the self-centered bastard. You were sure he was enjoying this, everyone waiting on his highness to arrive, everyone panicking around him as he wears that disgusting smug smirk on his face.
âIn 10âŚ9âŚâ the staff started counting down just as the door swung open and a breathless Hyunjin ran into the room, almost tripping over your crossed legs before he sat down on the chair next to you.Â
After he ran in, one of the girls working there ran in too, quickly taking her place with rosy cheeks and her lipgloss smeared.Â
You rolled your eyes and looked at him, the glitter from the girlâs lipgloss was visibly shining on his lips and chin.Â
âYou have a little something.â you said and he smirked, wiping his chin off before leaning towards you.
âMy lips were dry.â he whispered with a wink.
You were more than ready to get this over with, seething with anger at his unprofessional behavior that you didnât even notice the camera began rolling.Â
â... todayâs special guests are y/n of Venus Flytrap and Hyunjin of Lycoris Radiata! I hope yâall are as excited as I am, since itâs been so long. Y/n, letâs start with you. You have a new album coming out soon, can we get a little sneak peek of that?â the interviewer, Sarah, asked as you adjusted on your chair.Â
âThis is our third album now, and this time Steph and Janey participated in the writing more than before, so the songs are really personal to all three of us.â
âAre we finally gonna hear about their love story?â Sarah wiggled her eyebrows.Â
âWe may.â you smirked at her, not wanting to reveal too much.
âHow about yours?â she added on, in the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjin leaning towards you as he stared at you, manspreading like always, his knee knocking into yours.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âYour love story. Is there a special guy or girl in your life?â the interviewer asked, making you feel annoyed instantly.Â
You hated being asked questions like that, sometimes it felt like the music you were writing didnât even matter, all people wanted to know was who youâre fucking.Â
âNot at the moment, no.â you forced a smile so you donât seem rude.
âI thought I was special.â Hyunjin chimed in next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours, that shit eating grin you hate spreading on his face.
Before you could answer, Sarah butted in.Â
âOh, is there something happening between you that we should know about?â
You could just hear the excitement in her voice, the hunger for drama dripping from her lips.Â
âNothing is happening, we just like to joke around like that.â you quickly answered, hoping to deflect her to another question, or that sheâd finally talk to Hyunjin and ask him about his new song, so you could take a few moments to breathe.Â
âSo, you two are close?â
Oh no.Â
Here it goes again.Â
Last time this happened, your name got dragged on every social media platform.
People who were shipping the two of you got on your nerves, but that wasnât the biggest problem.
No, it was the people who had sent you hate and death threats, telling you if they saw you next to Hyunjin again youâd be dead.Â
It took a toll on your mental health and scared you since you know people can easily find an address or stalk you somewhere and you wanted to avoid any rumors that would endanger your well-being.Â
âWe're just coworkers.â to your surprise Hyunjin answered nonchalantly, saying exactly what you wanted to say so people would leave you alone.Â
Why was there a weird feeling in your chest then?
âWell, sometimes thereâs passion at the workplace.â Sarah wasnât giving it up and you were close to losing your temper and telling her to shove it already, ask some less invasive questions.Â
âNo passion here, our relationship is strictly professional.â you said, but your skin burned where Hyunjinâs thigh pressed against yours.
In your mind you were cursing both him and Sarah, and even your manager for bringing you here.
Thankfully, she left it at that, continuing with questions about your upcoming tour and Hyunjinâs new song.Â
As soon as the interview finished and you were done shaking hands, Ana came to you, her hand on your shoulder as she squeezed.Â
In the corner of your eye, you saw Hyunjin slip out of the room.
âGood job.â she smiled as Anthony joined the two of you.Â
âI hope youâre hungry, y/n. This time itâs my treat, and thereâs this restaurantâŚâ
You tuned Anthony out, completely forgetting that after an interview like this, the tradition is to have dinner with Hyunjin and his manager.Â
âCan we skip dinner this time? I just wanna go home and lay down.â
âNonsense, I hear your stomach growling from here. Come on, itâs free food you canât say no.â Anthony made a goofy face, hoping to win you over.
âFine, you had me at free food.â you sighed as Ana nodded with a smile.
âGood! Now where is our other rockstar?â he quickly looked around. âI swear, sometimes I feel like Iâm a babysitter, not a manager.â
âIâll go find him.â you offered, wanting to leave the building as soon as possible.
âSure.â Ana nodded and you made your way down the hall.
Your footsteps echoed in the empty space, until you came closer to a corner where the sounds of hushed voices and giggles filled up your ears and made you roll your eyes.Â
âYou know I canât give you my number, baby. But if there is an empty room around here somewhereâŚâ Hyunjin was talking to the girl from earlier, leaning over her body as she stared up at him like he was a god, her back against the wall.
You cleared your throat, crossing your arms on your chest.Â
Both of them looked up at you, Hyunjin giving you a smirk as he straightened up and the girl glared at you but you didnât give a shit.Â
âWe need to leave right now. Our managers are waiting for us.â you said simply as the girl whined.Â
âShh, maybe some other time.â he shushed her, leaning towards her and your stomach flipped in disgust.Â
He didnât kiss her, just taunted her before he leaned back and made his way towards you.Â
âCockblocker.â he stuck his tongue out, the piercing adorning it catching the light for a moment.Â
âDo you even know her name?â you asked, keeping a fast pace and a good distance away from him.
âNo. Does it matter?â he shrugged, his long legs quickly catching up to you in big strides.
âYouâre despicable.â your face scrunched up in disgust as you neared the elevator where your managers were waiting and chatting.Â
âThrowing some big words around. You sure you know the meaning?â he smirked.
âThatâs it.â you said angrily.
âWhat? You just basically told me I deserve to be hated just cause I wanted to have some fun.âÂ
You looked at him, full on ready to slap him across his face but Ana stepped between the two of you.Â
âFighting again? Can the two of you behave for just one evening?â Anthony frowned with a sigh as he called the elevator.Â
âI can behave.â Hyunjin clicked his tongue cheekily before playing with his lip ring again.Â
âY/n?â Ana looked at you.Â
âAs long as he doesnât talk to me, Iâll be fine.â you turned away from Hyunjin, stepping into the elevator.Â
This is going to be one awkward dinner.Â
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Choosing to disconnect in the van you put your earphones in, ignoring Hyunjinâs presence right next to you.Â
Itâs like your managers wanted to have you two as close as possible, like they thought itâd make you hate each other less but at this moment there was nothing more you wanted than to get away from him.Â
Or maybe your managers wanted to be closer to each other, you smirked to yourself as Ana twirled her hair around her finger, giggling at something Anthony said.Â
You leaned back as the music flooded your ears, your figure slightly turned towards the window as you watched the street lights pass you by, totally unaware of a pair of eyes that were glued to you.
Hyunjin observed you in detail, how shiny your hair was as it cascaded down your back and shoulders, how your brows were slightly creased and your lips pouty as you listened to your music, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers played with the hem of your shirt as you pulled on it, how pretty the rings adorning your fingers were, how the necklace you always wore laid gently on your collarbone.
No little detail was skipped as he drinked it all in, thinking you wouldnât notice.Â
But after some time as it got even darker outside, you caught Hyunjinâs reflection in the window as he stared at you with a look on his face that youâve never seen before.Â
Your stomach suddenly swirled as the two of you made eye contact on the glass, Hyunjinâs plump lips falling open before he sat up and looked away, acting like nothing happened.Â
The rest of the ride was uneventful and you were tired of this day, having to look at Hyunjin was more exhausting to you than being on stage.
You couldnât wait to get into your bed and disappear.Â
As you walked into the restaurant, you were led to a table and you could see a few people whispering and pointing at you but usually they didnât bother you much.Â
However, this time was different.Â
As you scanned the menu, a girl timidly approached your table and you looked up at her as she stood next to Hyunjin.Â
âIâm - Iâm sorry to bother you but Iâm a really big fan and I was wondering if youâd take a picture with me?â she asked Hyunjin who immediately smirked at her.
âNo pictures allowed. But you can get his signature.â Anthony chimed in.Â
âAnd who the fuck are you?â the girl changed her demeanor right away, making Hyunjin chuckle.
âEasy there, sweetheart, thatâs my boss.â he wiggled his eyebrows at the girl. âCome on Iâll give you a sign and you can write me your number, maybe Iâll call you, hm?â Hyunjin winked at her and you just about lost your appetite completely.
âOh, sure, Iâd love that!â she let out a nasally laugh as he signed a napkin with a pen she somehow produced, giving it back to her as she leaned over to write her number down, making sure her tits were right in his face before she skipped back to her friends.Â
âCan there be at least one minute when youâre not trying to fuck something that walks?â you looked at him annoyingly and he laughed.
âThought you werenât talking to me.â he smirked.Â
âUgh, youâre so annoying!â you were ready to smack him with the menu in your hand but Ana caught your wrist.Â
âI bet you love that about me.â he kept smirking.Â
âLove is nothing near what I feel about you.â you said, your teeth gritted.
âThereâs a fine line between love and hate, you know.â Hyunjin smirked, leaning into your personal space.Â
âAnyways, guys. What are you ordering? Their steak is really good.â Anthony gave an awkward smile as he looked around the table.Â
âI want the tomato pasta.â Hyunjin leaned back, making you cackle.
âIsnât that the kids menu? Makes sense for you somehow.âÂ
âIâm saving room for dessert.â he winked at you, his tongue running over his lip tentatively, the piercing on it catching the light again.Â
âEw.â you jolted in disgust as he laughed loudly, obviously finding enjoyment in ticking you off.Â
The dinner part of the outing was uneventful as everyone ate and made small talk but you didnât miss how Hyunjin crumpled up the napkin with the fanâs number and threw it aside on the table, not caring about it.Â
What an asshole.Â
âLetâs make a little toast to this evening and the upcoming albums and tour.â Ana proposed as she lifted her glass up.Â
âTo us.â Hyunjin smirked as he looked at you.Â
âTo rockânâroll!â you added as the four of you clinked your glasses together before taking a big swig of your drinks.
Hyunjin didnât look at you on the drive home.Â
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Rehearsal was supposed to start at 9am sharp, but you were there bright and early, tuning your guitar.Â
Being an early bird, you loved the few moments of peace you could have to yourself, just you and your music.Â
Your hand glided easily on the guitarâs neck, taking shapes familiar to your hands, it was muscle memory by now, your fingers picking on the strings and creating the melody you played countless times before.Â
You let your voice ring out in the space freely as you sang a song dear to your heart, one you wrote when you were younger.Â
Youâd always start warming up by singing it to yourself, never having the need to actually put it out into the world.Â
You got into it, your eyes closed as you sang with a small smile on your face, the entire world around you disappearing shortly.Â
In the distance, you heard footsteps and voices belonging to your bandmates and just as you opened your eyes, you looked through the glass on the door, a shadow slithered across the wall outside, disappearing around the corner. Â
You squinted your eyes and stood up, putting your guitar aside and coming closer to the door.Â
Just as you were about to reach towards the doorknob, the voices got louder.Â
âAre we seriously doing this right now?â Janey asked, the tone of her voice angry.Â
âIâm telling you, it was nothing! I donât know who she is and why sheâs texting me!â Steph defended herself as Janey scoffed.
âIâm sick of your excuses. Iâm gonna give you one last chance to make it up to me and be truthful, but after that Iâm done.â you stepped back as Janey came into view, opening the door angrily.
âOh, y/n.â she widened her eyes slightly. âGood morning.â she added, scurrying past you to take her place behind the drum kit.Â
Steph walked in with a scowl on her face, muttering a âmorningâ before going straight to her bass guitar.Â
It wasnât the first time they fought or even broke up.
There were many times you had to be the mediator between them, trying to get them to communicate and even though it was frustrating, you didnât want them to give up on their relationship easily and you couldnât really take sides since they were both your friends.Â
âShall we?â you asked and they nodded.Â
It took some warming up as always but soon you got into the groove, rehearsing for a small performance that was happening tonight.
You were excited because during the performance you planned to reveal your new song and see how people like it in person.Â
The only thorn in your eye was the fact that Hyunjinâs band will be there too, performing right after yours.Â
You were dreading to see him again, since that interview last week you had managed to avoid him skilfully, but you couldnât hide forever.Â
And even though your rehearsal went somewhat smoothly, there was tension in the air and you didnât like that feeling.
It felt like a storm was coming and you werenât sure if youâre ready to take it on.Â
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Evening came around quickly, everyone was already gathered backstage and you were dressed and ready, having rehearsed once more on the stage, tuning your guitars and getting ready for the most fun part.Â
You peered from the back, seeing all the people gathering made your heart swell, a smile spreading on your face automatically.Â
âQuite a turn out, huh?âÂ
Your eye literally twitched when you heard Hyunjinâs voice behind you, too close for comfort as his figure loomed over you and you felt the warmth of his body on your back.
You turned your head slightly as he peered down at you with that annoying smirk you absolutely hate.Â
âOf course.â you said, squeezing your body between him and the curtain, ignoring him calling after you as you walked away as fast as you could.
Youâre not gonna let him ruin tonight for you.Â
It was time to go on stage anyways.
You and your girls did a little cheer as tradition before the performance, Ana coming up to hug you and wish you good luck.Â
âBreak a leg.â Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere and you only rolled your eyes before whipping around and almost smacking him with your hair as you made your way towards the stage.Â
As soon as you walked out, loud screams filled up your ears and everything negative was forgotten and locked away in a drawer in the back of your mind.Â
âAre you ready to rock tonight?!â you screamed out into the mic as the three of you took your positions.Â
Hyunjin watched you from the side with an unreadable look on his face, but you werenât even aware of it and you didnât care.Â
All you cared about was this moment.Â
The moment where you get to share your love for music with thousands of people.Â
It was exhilarating, watching the mass of bodies sway like one, hearing all the people singing the lyrics you wrote in unison.Â
Nothing could compare to this and every time you stood under that light, you knew you were born for this.Â
Giddy from everything, you skipped backstage once you finished playing the last song; which happened to be the new one and people more than loved it judging by their excited screams.Â
âThat was amazing!â Ana met you halfway, giving high fives to all three of you.
You were still trying to catch your breath as you giggled, when Hyunjin appeared next to you again.Â
âArenât you gonna wish me good luck?â he smirked at you, shamelessly giving you the elevator eyes.Â
âGood luck guys!â Janey yelled at all four members with a smile and a thumbs up but Hyunjin shook his head.Â
âI want her to say it or Iâm not going out on stage.â he crossed his arms on his chest, pouting and tapping his foot like a child about to throw a tantrum.Â
âCome on, Hyun, we need to get out there!â Aiden, the bandâs bassist called out.Â
âNot moving until y/n wishes me good luck.â he quickly shook his head, his fluffy hair shaking with it and you thought how he resembled a dog; in more ways than one.Â
âFine you spoiled brat. Good luck.â you said sarcastically and he scoffed.Â
âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â he smirked, leaning into your personal space again.Â
âGet on the stage, Hyunjin.â you sighed and he chuckled in delight.Â
âWatch me closely.â he winked before running off.Â
âI can just cut the tension in the air with a knife.â Steph smirked at you, wiggling her eyebrows.Â
âOh, fuck off!â you said, smacking the back of her head as she cackled.Â
You did end up watching Hyunjinâs band perform after refreshing yourself, but pretty soon youâve come to regret that decision.Â
He was wild while performing, stripping out of his jacket as he screamed into the mic, sweating under the bright lights pointed directly at him making him look like an insane glazed donut as he strutted around the stage acting all smug even though he tripped over his dumb long legs multiple times.Â
Heâd lean over towards his little groupies, holding their hand or caressing their faces, blowing them kisses and whatnot, all of that behavior making your gut churn in disgust.Â
The last straw was when he laid down on his back and started humping the air while moaning into the mic.Â
Even though the crowd screamed louder than before and the horny fans almost started hyperventilating, you felt second hand embarrassment at witnessing this.Â
Hyunjin continued moaning before he threw his head back, his eyes locking with yours.Â
A shiver ran down your spine as he smirked at you, all sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, his piercings shining in the light, the veins on his neck visible and his cheeks red.Â
A warmness spread in your navel as he winked, licking at his lip slowly, taunting you before he moaned extra loudly, the pornographic sound echoing in your ears.Â
You frowned suddenly at your heart beating fast and your legs pressing together.Â
What the fuck is wrong with me?, you thought, quickly shaking your head as he finally looked away from you and stood up.Â
Of course, he got showered by multiple bras on stage, you think you even caught a glimpse of someone throwing their panties and you couldnât watch anymore.Â
It was truly disgusting.Â
You quickly shoved past some staff members watching and gasping at whatever Hyunjin was doing now.Â
Pushing past everyone, you made your way outside to get some fresh air in the hidden area behind backstage, where staff and musicians usually smoked or chilled after a performance.Â
You greeted some of the staff before finding a spot where you could be alone.Â
You were about to relax when you heard kissing sounds and as you turned to look around the corner you saw Steph kissing some random girl.Â
You couldnât contain the gasp that flew out of your mouth, making them jolt away from each other.Â
Stephâs eyes widened when she saw you and you quickly spun around, noticing Janey had just walked outside too and started looking around.Â
âY/n, wait!â Steph yelled behind you. âItâs not what you think! Please, donât tell Janey!â she looked at you desperately but you hated cheaters more than anything, seeing her betrayal with your own eyes broke any sort of connection you had with her.Â
âIsnât it? Your tongue was down some girlâs throat. Now, what do you call that?â you scoffed.
âWhat?â Janey appeared next to you, just as the girl who Steph was kissing before stood behind her.Â
âItâs not like that, I-â
You could see Janeyâs eyes filling up with tears.Â
âThatâs it, Iâm done. With you and with the band. With everything.â you gasped when she said that, your eyes wide.Â
âJaney, donât be like that, it didnât mean anything to me-â Steph started.
âLiar, you told me youâd leave her for me.â the girl behind Steph chimed in.Â
âOh, so this has been going on for some time?â Janey looked between Steph and the girl.Â
âLetâs talk about this inside.â you tried to lead them in as people were whispering and looking at the four of you.Â
âI have nothing else to say. Iâm sorry, y/n. I canât be a part of this band anymore when all itâs gonna do is remind me of this cheating whore.â Janey spat before turning around and leaving.Â
âOkay, I deserve that but like Iâm sorry that-â
âSave it, Steph. I canât believe you did this. You put your desires over the well-being of our band. You do understand that your actions not only affect Janey, but also me, Ana and the rest of the record company?â you asked her, your blood boiling with anger.Â
âI- Iâm sorry, let me make it right. Iâll talk to Janey and sheâll forgive me once she understands-âÂ
âYou think I want you to be part of the band after this? Thatâs rich.â you turned around too, in hopes of finding Janey.Â
âY/n, you canât throw me out of the band!â Steph yelled behind you.Â
âI just did.â you said coldly before opening the door and rushing into the backstage room.Â
âIs Janey here?â you asked Ana and before she could answer, someone bumped into you rather strongly, making you stumble backwards a little.
You turned around angrily, noticing a very sweaty and breathless Hyunjin staring at you with a smile, his tongue lolling out of his lips as he played with his piercing.Â
âSo, did you like my performance?â he winked at you. âDid it get you excited?â the famous shit eating grin spread on his face as he leaned in closer to you, a few droplets of sweat dripping from his hair.
âI donât have time for your games, Hyunjin. Please leave me alone.â you said annoyingly, noticing he had a bra hooked around his hand.
âWhatâs going on?â Ana asked, looking at you confusedly.
You were shaken up, the anger you felt manifesting into tears and you cursed yourself for being so emotional and quick to cry.Â
âWoah, youâre crying!â Hyunjin stepped even closer to you but youâve had enough of him.Â
âGet away from me, asshole!â you channeled all your anger his way as you pressed your hands on his chest, pushing him away.Â
Hyunjin stumbled with a gasp, a shocked look on his face.Â
âWhat the hell is happening here?â Anthony quickly came to Hyunjinâs side as his bandmates watched everything unfold.Â
âAna, can we talk in private?â you glared once more at Hyunjin and she quickly nodded, hooking her arm with yours and taking you away from the scene.Â
Hyunjin watched your figure disappear out of view with a deep frown on his face.Â
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Itâs been a dreadful week.
Youâve tried talking to Janey multiple times, begging her to come back, promising to her that you wouldnât let Steph come anywhere near her.Â
Sadly, Janey was insistent on not wanting to continue with the band since lots of the songs were written by her and her now ex girlfriend who betrayed her in such an ugly way.Â
You talked to Ana almost every day on the phone but you werenât up for any visits, choosing instead to wallow in your sadness.Â
Your band fell apart, your friends were no longer together, your album couldnât be published and people were speculating, spreading rumors, you were getting numerous curious comments asking what happened to Venus Flytrap.Â
You had no idea what to do at that moment.Â
You just needed some time to yourself to figure out what your next step should be.Â
You were lounging in your bed when your phone buzzed for the hundredth time.
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed it and saw that you had a text message from an unknown number.Â
???: hey there pretty girl! donât be so sad! there are worse things than your band falling apart.Â
you: what, like death? and who is this?Â
???: your favorite person in the whole world<3Â
you: hyunjin??Â
???: aw i knew i was your favorite!
You started seething immediately as you sat up, your heart beating fast instantly as you worked yourself up into annoyance.
You quickly put his contact under âassholeâ.Â
you: no, i knew that a conceited answer like that can only come from an asshole like you.
you: now, what do you want?
asshole: did you save my contact as asshole? or dickhead? which one is it?
you: wouldnât you like to know. seriously what the hell do you want. iâll block you if you donât get on with it
asshole: just wanted to see if you maybe want to talk to someone
you: if i did, i wouldnât choose you. have a nice day away from me hyunjin
Hyunjin didnât answer your last text, instead he left you on read and you tossed your phone across your bed, now feeling even more infuriated than before.Â
You squinted your eyes, grabbing your phone again and texting Ana.
you: did you give my number to hyunjin??
Ana: iâm sorry! he wouldnât stop bugging me about it! pls donât be mad
Just great.Â
Why is he insisting on annoying you even when you feel down in the dumps, you thought, he always has to come in and make you feel even more mad.Â
You were hoping that with your last text heâd finally leave you alone.
You also hoped you wouldnât be seeing him any time soon.
But boy, you couldnât be more wrong.
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âWhat?!â you yelled so loudly that it echoed off of the office walls.
âY/n, please we donât know any other solution. Lycoris Radiata is going to tour in 4 days and youâre the only person who knows their songs by heart. You can also kick ass with drums. And well, youâre kinda free now.â Anthony grimaced.Â
âYou canât do this to me. I canât spend so much time with Hwang Hyunjin!â you whined like a child, kicking your legs under the table as Ana gave you an apologetic look.
âGossiping about me?â Hyunjin strolled in, with that annoying smirk, his hair in a little ponytail, showing more of his ear piercings and his sharp jawline.Â
He took off his leather jacket, throwing it haphazardly on the chair before he plopped down into it.Â
He spun around in the chair to face you as you looked at him with a scowl on your face.
Brendon, his guitarist and Aiden joined the meeting right after that.
âSo, ready to be my new drummer?â Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at you.
âNot a chance in hell.âÂ
âY/n, please, we have no other choice! Phil had to leave so suddenly due to his sickness. We couldnât be prepared for something like that. We canât afford to postpone the tour now.â Brendon pleaded as Aiden nodded next to him.Â
You leaned back into the chair, pursing your lips as you gave it a thought.
Of course theyâd choose you.Â
You knew their songs by heart since you shared so many tours together but you had your own bus and mostly ran into Hyunjin either backstage or at an afterparty but if you would become a part of his band youâd spend most of your time with him.Â
But this could be good for you to give yourself time to decide what you wanna do next while touring with Lycoris Radiata.Â
And since you were a multi instrumentalist, playing the drums wouldnât be a problem for you.
You smirked suddenly before tilting your head at Hyunjin.Â
âFine. I will tour with you under one condition.â you said.Â
âAnything!â Anthony piped in but you kept staring at Hyunjin.Â
âI want you to beg.â your smirk deepened and Hyunjinâs eyes widened slightly, his fingers twitching against his thighs.Â
âWhat?â he blinked repeatedly and you chuckled under your breath.Â
âBeg me to join your band or Iâm not doing it.âÂ
Hyunjinâs lips opened and closed a few times before he frowned.
âI donât beg. I demand.â he smirked, taunting you.
âWell, in case you havenât noticed, youâre in no position to have demands. However, I am. So if I want you to beg, Hyunjin, youâre gonna beg.â you sat up straight as he looked at you in pure shock.Â
âMy, my darling. I didnât know you were this commanding. I kinda dig that.â he wiggled his eyebrows.Â
âAny day now.â you were ready to stand up and leave.Â
The room was eerily silent and Brendon opened his lips to speak up but Anthony grabbed his wrist and quickly shook his head.Â
You could see the gears turning in Hyunjinâs head as he stared at you, and slowly but surely his cheeks became red as he closed his eyes in frustration.
âPretty please, join my band and come on tour with us?â he said, rather quickly and you tsked.Â
âNot convincing enough.â you enjoyed having the upper hand, the roles reversed as you pushed Hyunjinâs buttons.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?! Kneel at your feet?â he whined.
âMaybe.â you shrugged.Â
âUnbelievable! Iâm the one doing you a favor anyways.â Hyunjin said, clearly annoyed and you were reveling in it.Â
You wanted him to get the taste of his own medicine.
âIs that so?â you raised your eyebrow as he breathed hard.Â
âYes, your band is as good as dead right now, just like your career.â he said with a smug smirk, making everyone gasp.Â
âHyunjin!â Aiden scolded him and you stood up, feeling your eyes water as you lifted your hand, your palm colliding with Hyunjinâs cheek.Â
The force of your slap turned his head right and he grabbed at his cheek immediately, his eyes wide, his face becoming red quickly.
âFuck you!â you said angrily before turning around and leaving the room as tears started sliding down your cheeks.Â
âNow look at what you did!â Anthony was mad and Hyunjin shrugged with a frown, realizing quickly that maybe he did cross a line.
âHow could you say something like that to y/n?â Brendon asked, and Hyunjin looked at them, feeling dejected suddenly as he rubbed at his cheek.Â
There was strength in your hands, that he was sure of.Â
âI fucked up, okay! I didnât mean to say that.â he shook his head. âI will make this right.â Hyunjin added, standing up.Â
âDude, I think youâre the last person y/n wants to see right now.â Aiden said.Â
âBut I have to apologize to her.â Hyunjin chewed on his lip, playing with his piercing as a nervous habit.
âIâll go with you then.â Aiden nodded, standing up as well.Â
âFine.â Hyunjin sighed.Â
You sat in the swinging chair on one of the many balconies of the building, letting your tears slip down your cheeks as the wind picked up, making you shiver.Â
Hyunjin and Aiden found you pretty quickly and before Aiden could follow him to the balcony, Hyunjin smacked his hand on Aidenâs chest.Â
âPlease, just wait here.âÂ
âFine, but if you provoke her again, Iâm coming in.â Aiden sighed, shaking his head.Â
The door of the balcony opened and in the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjinâs combat boots and his leather pants.Â
âGo away.â you said quietly, sniffling and turning away from him.
Hyunjin stood frozen for a moment, holding his jacket in his hand and you took that time to quickly wipe away your tears.Â
You didnât want to look weak in front of your enemy.Â
Footsteps approached and suddenly you felt a weight on your shoulders and back.Â
You looked down, realizing that Hyunjin had put his jacket around you and it smelled like cigarettes mixed with cologne he always wears and something distinctly him.Â
You took a deep breath and for some reason, calmness settled all over your body.Â
âIâm really sorry for what I said back there. It was way out of line.â
You didnât say anything, still refusing to look at him.Â
âAnd Iâm sorry about your band. I know that must be hard to go through. I feel bad that my drummer had to leave, I donât know how Iâd feel if-â
âAre you done?â you turned to look at him and his lips pressed together.Â
âI donât care how you feel, Hyunjin. Just like you didnât care about hurting me moments ago.â you stood up, ready to throw his jacket away.Â
âWell, I apologized!â he threw his hands up, rolling his eyes. âThough, Iâm glad I have that effect on you, I didnât know you cared so much about what I think or say.â he smirked suddenly.Â
You were tempted to slap his other cheek at that moment, and Aiden mustâve sensed it so he walked out to the balcony.Â
âAre we okay?â he asked, gulping.Â
âNot until he apologizes properly.â you crossed your arms with a smirk, and he knew exactly what you meant.
âUgh! This is the first and last time I get on my knees for you.â Hyunjin said annoyingly as he kneeled down and you chuckled in delight.Â
âIâm sorry for being an asshole and if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, Iâd be honored for you to join my band.â he batted his eyelashes at you.Â
âMmâŚâ you pursed your lips, acting like you were contemplating it as he rolled his eyes again.Â
âFine. I accept.â you shrugged and Hyunjin stood up quickly with a smile.
âWelcome to the band, sweetheart!â he smirked, opening his arms for a hug and you quickly dodged under his arm and slithered away.Â
âYouâre welcome.â you smirked back, grabbing his jacket and throwing it at him.
He caught it just as you walked back into the hallway, grinning to himself as you walked away.Â
âShe wants me so bad.â Hyunjin said as Aidenâs eyebrows lifted comically.Â
âI think she wants to kill you.â he said and Hyunjin chuckled, smacking Aidenâs shoulder and grabbing him.Â
âI know what chicks like, okay?âÂ
âYou also know that y/n isnât one of your little groupies?â Aiden sighed.
âI know, donât worry. Sheâs special.â Hyunjin smiled, hugging his jacket to his chest, getting a whiff of your perfume that stayed on it.
Aiden shook his head with a chuckle.Â
This is gonna be one hell of a tour.Â
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The party was in full swing.Â
That morning you had packed for the tour, your stomach swirling with nerves so much that you thought youâd throw up.Â
You were actually going on tour with Lycoris Radiata, for at least six months.Â
A lot can happen in that amount of time and while you were nervous to spend so much time with the infuriating and annoying asshole aka Hwang Hyunjin, you were also excited for the new experience and the places youâll get to see.
Of course, you couldnât leave without attending a âhave an amazing tourâ party that was mostly exclusive only for staff and a few other people.Â
You were on your second glass of beer as you sat at the bar, the cold bitter liquid not calming you down as it should.Â
Hyunjin was having a jolly old time, entertaining some girls of course and if you had rolled your eyes any harder, theyâd get stuck in the back of your head.Â
âDonât take that to heart.â Aiden suddenly appeared next to you.
âWhat?â you chuckled awkwardly, shaking away your thoughts.
âHyunjin flirting like that. Heâs a lot of talk, more than anything else.â
âWhy would I care if he flirts with some random girls?â you frowned. âItâs none of my business.â
âRight.â Aiden pursed his lips. âWell, Iâm gonna go find Anthony.â
âSure.â you shrugged, your eyes flying back to Hyunjin and the girls who were salivating all over him.Â
He was showing them his biceps and they were touching him like theyâve never seen a human arm in their life.Â
You scoffed, shaking your head when a voice behind you startled you.Â
âNow, why is a pretty lady such as yourself sitting all alone?âÂ
You turned around with your eyebrow lifted, coming face to face with a stranger.Â
âBecause itâs her choice.â you answered.
âOh, feisty and pretty? Thatâs a fun combo.â the guy smirked, his arm leaning on your chair, almost hugging your waist as he got closer to you.Â
Your nose scrunched up, he smelled of alcohol and you really wanted him to leave you alone.Â
âIâm pretty boring, trust me.â you said.
âOh, I donât believe that. In fact, I think if you were to let me take you home tonight, you and I could have so much fun.â he smirked and you were pretty sure you barfed in your mouth a little.
âNo, thank you.â you said sarcastically.Â
He chuckled, placing his arms around you.
You were completely unaware of Hyunjin who was keeping an eye on you and the suspicious guy.Â
As soon as the man placed his hands on you, Hyunjin pushed the girl he was talking to aside, his heavy combat boots taking him right to you and the disturbance in your personal space.
âI donât really take no for an answer.â he said and your heart sank momentarily.Â
âBack off man!â you tried to push him away but he wasnât budging.
Suddenly the guy was ripped away from you with such force that it pulled you to your feet.
You grabbed at the bar to steady yourself and gasped just in time to see Hyunjin swinging his fist at the man.Â
âOh my god!â you almost screamed, your eyes wide as the guy fell to the floor instantly.Â
People quickly gathered around and Anthony was trying to push them away so he could grab Hyunjin.Â
âThe lady said no, you fucking dirtbag!â Hyunjin said, swinging at the man again.Â
âOh my god, Hyunjin! Stop, itâs okay, please!â you panicked, never seeing him this angry or violent.Â
âHwang! Enough!â Anthony yelled, grabbing Hyunjinâs arms and lifting him up as he fought against his manager, still trying to punch the man who was now laying on the floor with his face completely bloody.Â
You kept looking at Hyunjin with a shocked expression as he breathed hard, his face red and sweaty from anger, the veins on his neck and forehead popping out.
âI stopped, now let me go.â he said through his teeth as someone lifted up the unconscious guy.
âHyunjin, if this gets out to the press it could turn into a fucking shitstorm! What the hell is wrong with you?!â Anthony yelled angrily as Hyunjin stood with his fists still clenched.Â
âHe made y/n uncomfortable and he deserved it.â Hyunjin answered before turning towards you.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked, his eyes softening as you stared at him in disbelief.
âI-Iâm fine.â
âGood. Iâm done with this party.â Hyunjin said, turning on his heel and grabbing his jacket before he walked out, leaving you standing there still trying to process what the hell just happened.
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You were half asleep when Ana drove you to the tour bus.Â
You barely slept last night, tossing and turning in your bed as the images of Hyunjin punching that guy from the party kept swimming in your head.Â
Never has a man defended you like that and youâve never seen Hyunjin look so livid before.Â
He was usually either smirking, laughing or being a menace, ready to always annoy you but youâve never seen him actually angry.
It was kind of⌠hot, you thought before shaking it off.
You wondered why he reacted like that.
âYou okay?â Ana snapped you out of your vegetative state as you sank in the passenger seat, arms crossed and hood over your head.Â
âHm? Yeah, just sleepy.â you sat up and looked around.Â
The sun wasnât even up yet.Â
âYou can continue sleeping on the tour bus. Weâre here.â she chuckled.Â
âOh, goody.â you sighed before opening the door and walking out.
âMorning, ladies.â Anthony all but ran up to Ana, helping her with yours and her bags since sheâd be joining you too.Â
âMorning? Itâs still night.â you checked your phone, seeing it was 4:13am.Â
âNot where I come from. You see-â Anthony started.
âOkay, Iâm too asleep to listen to this.â you shook your head before strolling towards the bus.Â
You were about to just climb in and go straight to the nearest bed you could find but you heard some quiet music coming from behind the back of the bus.Â
You approached slowly and peeked around to see Hyunjin leaning on the wall, smoking and listening to some quiet music.Â
He looked up instantly, seeming like a deer caught in headlights for a short moment.Â
âRemembered to put on a jacket?â he smirked.Â
âHa ha. Very funny.â you said and he shrugged, looking away and turning the music off.Â
As he brought his cigarette to his lips, you noticed his knuckles were red and injured.Â
âI guess I should thank you for last night.â you said quietly, swinging on your feet awkwardly as you dug your hands in your pockets.Â
âIt was nothing.â he shook his head quickly.Â
âI wouldnât call that nothing.â you motioned to his hand.Â
âThis?â he looked at his hand and chuckled. âYou should see the other guy.â he winked at you, making you roll your eyes.Â
âClever.âÂ
âCome to think of it, it does hurt a bit. Wanna kiss it better?â Hyunjin smirked, puffing the smoke out.Â
âBite me.â you gave him the middle finger as he laughed, the sound ringing out in the quiet early hours.
âI might. If you ask nicely.â he said with that smug expression of his.
âIâm going inside.â you shivered, realizing how cold it actually was, ignoring his witty quips.Â
âIâm right behind ya.â he threw his cigarette on the floor before stepping on it.Â
Your heart started beating fast out of nowhere as his heavy boots stomped behind you, the sound escorting you to the entrance of the bus.Â
âOh wow.â your eyes widened as you looked around the living/kitchen area.Â
âYou like?â Hyunjin leaned over your shoulder and you jolted away from him, making him snicker.Â
âYeah, itâs⌠not what I expected. It looks more cozy than I thought it would.â you nodded.
âYou should thank the interior designer.â he wiggled his eyebrows.
âAnd who might that be?â you asked, making your way to the bunk bed area.Â
âOh, just a guy. He takes payment in kisses.â Hyunjin bumped into you as you stopped.Â
âIs that guy maybe you?â you turned around, not realizing immediately just how close Hyunjin was to you.Â
âMaybe it is.â he leaned towards you with a smirk and you squealed a little, stepping away from him.
âGive it up. Iâm taking the top bunk bed.â you pointed to the left side.Â
âNot fair! I always take that one!â Hyunjin pouted.
âTough luck, I called it first.â you smirked, taking off your jacket and throwing it up on the bed.Â
âOr⌠we can both sleep up there?â Hyunjin said and you scoffed, pushing him away.Â
âLike hell!âÂ
âAre yâall fighting this early?â Brendon came in, looking confused and disheveled.Â
âNo, itâs foreplay.â Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows and you made gagging noises.Â
âHereâs your bag, y/n.â Ana appeared with your luggage.Â
Aiden and Anthony came in after and everyone took some time to unpack and get settled.Â
âI heard we have two pretty ladies with us, so you fellas gotta behave now.â you heard an unknown voice and leaned over to see who it belonged to.
âOh, we always behave, Stu.â Hyunjin smirked.Â
âYes, especially you.â the man, Stu, rolled his eyes.Â
âThis is our main driver Stu.â Aiden introduced you and Ana to him.Â
âPleasure to meet you ladies. Hopefully the road wonât be too bumpy.â he winked before turning around and leaving.Â
âWhere is Bradley?â Anthony piped in suddenly.
âWhoâs Bradley?â you asked, at this moment you just wanted to get everything over with and catch up on some sleep.
âOur sound guy.â Brendon answered. âAnd lights guy. He is underpaid and overworked, basically.â he added, giving Anthony a pointed look.Â
âHey, itâs not my fault Mike quit!â he lifted his hands up. âBesides, weâre picking someone up in the next town over. Heâll be our roadie along with Bradley.âÂ
As they started discussing, you slipped away to the bathroom, where you could change in peace and get ready for bed.Â
You leaned on the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror as you listened to the muffled voices talking.Â
Were you doing the right thing?Â
Accepting to join another band when your heart still hurts from the sudden falling apart between your friends and band membersâŚÂ
âY/n, I need the bathroom!â Hyunjinâs voice brought you back to reality and you stood up straight.Â
âIâm not done yet!â you yelled back. âYou have another bathroom!â you added annoyingly, preparing to brush your teeth.Â
âAiden hogged it. Are you naked or something? Cause I swear I donât mind.âÂ
You could just hear the smirk in his voice.Â
Rolling your eyes, you opened the door and Hyunjin gave you the elevator eyes and they lingered on your legs in the shorts you put on, going up to your chest and lingering again before he looked up at your face.Â
He was playing with his lip ring again, his cheeks rosy.Â
âWhat do you want?â you spat.
âJust wanna brush my teeth.â he looked at you smugly.Â
You didnât say anything, just stepped aside and continued brushing your teeth.Â
You opted to leave the door opened since it felt awkward to have them closed.Â
âIsnât this fun, us brushing our teeth together? Itâs kinda domestic, donât you think?â Hyunjin said suddenly, the familiar smirk on his face.Â
âYes, thrilling.â you answered sarcastically. âYou donât have to act nice, Hyunjin. Everyone knows we hate each other so letâs just not talk too much and try to coexist peacefully for the sake of everyone else on this tour.â
Hyunjin opened his mouth to answer but you quickly turned around and left, not wanting to get into it with him when you were tired and nervous.Â
He smirked to himself, shaking his head.Â
The only thing stuck in his brain at that moment was the way you said his name.Â
God, he loved it.Â
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You slept for a few hours only, waking up early yet again as the bus rolled to a stop at a diner.Â
âRise and shine, princess.â Hyunjinâs head popped up in front of you as he held onto your bed.
âFuck off.â you grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it, almost making him fall down but he managed to land on his feet.Â
You heard a smack and Hyunjin saying âowâ quietly before Aiden said,
âCome down if youâre hungry.âÂ
You chuckled to yourself, waiting for them to leave so you could get ready.
Of course, as soon as you sat down in a booth, Hyunjin pushed Brendon aside and quickly slid next to you.Â
âOh my god.â you rolled your eyes.Â
You were squished between him and Ana on your other side, and he was too close for comfort.Â
You could feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his shampoo and body wash mixed with cigarettes.Â
You tried to ignore the feelings stirring in your gut as you ordered.
âSo, how did you like sleeping on top of me?â Hyunjin smirked, tilting his head.Â
âNot as much as you liked sleeping under me, weirdo.â you scoffed at him and he chuckled.
âI liked it very much, so that must mean you liked it at least a little.â he said as the food arrived and your stomach growled.Â
âWhatever you say.â you brushed him off and started to dig in.Â
âWeâre close to our first destination.â Anthony started after a sip of coffee. âWe will arrive around 4pm and have lunch, then we get ready and do the soundcheck. Questions?â
Everyone shook their heads no.Â
You suddenly felt nervous tingles running up your spine, and for some reason Hyunjin felt it.Â
âDonât worry princess, youâll do great.â he smirked, placing his hand on top of your wrist.Â
You snatched your hand away and looked at him.Â
âI know I will, I was just wondering if youâll be able to keep up with me.â you smirked back at him.Â
âYouâll be surprised at how well I can keep up, baby.â Hyunjin leaned into your personal space, his eyes boring into yours and you felt your cheeks burning.
âBe nice, you two.â Ana chuckled.
âWhat? I haven't called him an asshole yet. Emphasis on yet.âÂ
Hyunjin laughed next to you, his arm brushing against yours.
Oh, he is so going to enjoy this.
-
It was such a good, familiar feeling to sit behind a drum kit after being the main vocalist and guitarist of your band for so long.Â
The venue was empty at this moment and the sound of the drums echoing in the space was grand.Â
You closed your eyes and started playing a groove to get into the mood and Hyunjin was lured towards the stage instantly.Â
He watched you in awe even though he saw you play the drums before, they never had the name of his band on the front of them.Â
Hyunjin felt proud; that his band has come so far and honored that you were now a part of their story.Â
He hoped youâd enjoy the tour and judging by the blissful look on your face, you were off to a good start.Â
âLetâs go, Hyun.â Brendon smacked his shoulder, pulling him back to reality.Â
It was time for the soundcheck, and when everyone was finally on stage, tuning their instruments, you realized that this is real.Â
Excitement replaced any nerves you had and you were ready to tear the stage apart.Â
âLetâs jam a little.â Aiden smiled as everyone agreed.
He started to play a melody on his bass so you followed him with the drums.
You were so focused on grooving that you didnât notice Hyunjin winking at his two other band members.
When it was time for him to start playing his guitar, Hyunjin decided to play totally out of tune.Â
You looked up at him with your brows furrowed as you tried to follow him.
He changed it up suddenly, that familiar shit eating grin spreading on his face as you followed him yet again.Â
Brendon and Aiden stopped playing as they observed the two of you, battling it out with your instruments.Â
Hyunjin was trying hard to get on your nerves, push your buttons but you werenât gonna let him in.Â
âHaving some trouble following, princess?â he yelled over the noise.Â
You looked at him pointedly as he started to play another melody that made no sense and youâve had enough.Â
Hyunjin had a way of getting under your skin and he obviously knew that.Â
Your arm lifted up on its own accord and you swung one of your drumsticks right at Hyunjin, aiming for his empty head.Â
His eyes widened and he managed to dodge it in a close second as the drumstick clattered on the floor.Â
âHa! Attempted murder! Yâall saw that!â he pointed at you, while looking at his friends and you started laughing.Â
âDonât worry, even if it did hit your head, it couldnât damage it more than it already is.â you smirked as Hyunjin huffed.Â
âOh baby, keep talking. Degradation is my thing.â he motioned towards his ear with his fingers and you made a disgusted face at him.Â
Of course, the asshole laughed at your expression.Â
âGuys, can we actually practice?â Brendon chimed in as Aiden nodded.Â
Instead of answering verbally, you started playing so everyone joined in.Â
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âAre you nervous?â Aiden asked as the venue filled up and it all became real.
âNope, Iâm ecstatic!â you answered, twirling your drumstick in your hand.Â
âTrying to murder me once again?â Hyunjin appeared next to you as you almost hit him with it.
âTrust me, if I was trying to kill you, youâd already be dead.âÂ
âNobodyâs killing anyone, weâre already short on staff.â Anthony smirked before putting his arms around Hyunjin and Brendonâs shoulders.Â
âGood luck guys! And y/n, of course. I know yâall will do great.â Anthony smiled.Â
Ana came up to you to hug you.Â
âGood luck, babe!â she smiled.Â
âThank you.â you gave her a bone crushing hug, she was always like a sister to you and having her here now meant a lot to you.Â
As soon as you walked out on stage, the screams of all the people that came to see you perform were deafening but heartwarming.Â
Hyunjin was the main character on stage, that you were convinced of as whatever he did resulted in even louder screaming.Â
You didnât mind being the backbone of the band, playing drums to you was a meditative and transcending experience and anything you were angry or upset about, you could take it out while playing.Â
Performing with Lycoris Radiata was fun as fuck, even more than you hoped for; seeing Hyunjin up close made you realize just why people loved him so much.Â
He was charismatic, cool and lame at the same time, ethereally beautiful and down to earth, fun but sensitive, alluring but cute, he gave his all and more.Â
He was everything wrapped up in one and you wondered how that was possible.Â
A particular moment struck you; when you were playing a slower song, Hyunjin sang so delicately, his back turned to you as the lights beamed down on his frame, his sweaty hair and skin making him look like he was glowing.Â
Your heart skipped a beat but you ignored it.Â
Near the end of the show, Hyunjin did his usual routine which consisted of making everyoneâs panties wet; it was time for the sex song he always sang near the end which made you feel embarrassed and uncomfortable but something about being on stage with them got you in the right mood for it.
The part came up; and Hyunjin was on the floor, moaning and humping the air as you followed his moans with the heavy sound of your drums.Â
Hyunjin smirked, throwing his head back to look at you as he continued his ministrations and you continued following him on the drums.Â
Aiden and Brendon joined in as Hyunjin became louder, resulting in you hitting the drums harder as the sounds all came together in a crescendo.Â
You wished that you could press your thighs together to create pressure and friction because the whole thing managed to get you wet too.Â
A part of you felt ashamed but you didnât give a flying fuck in that moment, completely letting go of everything as the four of you continued jamming together.Â
Hyunjin stood up with the biggest smile on his face, winking at you as he ran a lap around the stage before literally diving into the audience.Â
You gasped to yourself but continued playing the outro to the performance while Hyunjin was being groped by horny fanboys and fangirls.Â
Security was there to pull him back up on stage safely and Hyunjin sang the end of the song before screaming a âthank youâ into the mic.Â
After all four of you bowed a hundred times, you finally ran backstage where a very sweaty Hyunjin started hugging everyone, eventually coming up to you.Â
âDonât even think about it.â you said as he opened his arms.Â
âNot thinking, just doing it.â he smirked and before you could run away, his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his body.Â
âEw!â you squirmed against him and he chuckled.Â
âDonât pretend you donât like it.â he held you tighter and your heart leaped out of your chest.Â
The bastard smelled so good even after sweating so much and it annoyed you how seemingly perfect he was.Â
âWhat, a gross sweaty man slobbering all over me?â you scrunched up your face as you finally pushed him away.
âI wasnât slobbering but if youâre into that-â
âPlease shut up while Iâm still in a good mood.â you stopped him and he laughed.Â
âItâs so fun messing with you, darling.â Hyunjin ruffled your hair as you practically hissed at him, making him laugh again.Â
âYou guys were fucking amazing!â Anthony yelled excitedly.Â
âI donât know about you but I need some food.â Aiden piped in.Â
âIâm feeling thirsty, honestly.â Brendon added.
âAre we partying or what?â Hyunjin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âHell yeah, we are!â Anthony high-fived him.Â
You ended up having the afterparty in the bus, ordering some food and acquiring some beer as you sat around in the living space.Â
Of course, as soon as you walked in, you ran for the shower, with Hyunjin cascading behind you and asking if he could join you because âitâll be done fasterâ.Â
âDream about it, asshole!â you yelled before closing the bathroom door.Â
âOh, I do.â Hyunjin smirked to himself, but you didnât hear him.Â
The excitement of the performance slowly washed away from your body along with Hyunjinâs scent that lingered after he hugged you, and you felt happy and cozy.Â
All of you finally settled down to eat and Hyunjin claimed the spot next to you, of course, his long slender fingers stealing your fries constantly.
âWill you back off! You have your own fries.â you slapped his arm as he whined.Â
âYours are tastier.â he claimed with that familiar smirk of his.
âAre they now?â you smirked back.Â
âMhm.â he nodded pointedly.
âLetâs see then.â you grabbed your box and dumped all your fries into his box before mixing them up. âPick one up and distinguish if itâs from your box or mine.â
Hyunjin stared at you with his lips parted before he smiled.Â
âAw, weâre sharing.â he said and continued eating as you heard some chuckles around the table.Â
âFor fucks sake.â you muttered, shaking your head.
The rest of the night was full of chatter and laughter, and you didnât mind Hyunjinâs arm or leg brushing against you ever so often, or his loud laughter ringing in your ears or him constantly poking at you.Â
Itâs barely been one day on tour and he wasnât as unbearable as you thought heâd be.Â
Everyone was tired and you had to hit the road so it was finally peaceful, before a loud scream startled everyone.
âOh no, I am going to die!â Hyunjin wailed dramatically.
âWhatâs wrong with him?â you rolled your eyes as Aiden came in.Â
âHe lost his teddy bear.âÂ
âHe what?â you chuckled in disbelief.
âHyunjinâs teddy, he always takes it with him. Heâs had it since he was a baby and heâs convinced it brings him luck.â Aiden shrugged and Hyunjin ran into the living area.
âWe are doomed!â he said, grabbing your arms and shaking you.Â
âCalm down, it must be around here somewhere.â you sighed.
âHelp me look?â Hyunjin batted his eyelashes at you as Aiden slipped away.
âHyunjin, Iâm tired, I need to get some sleep.â you whined.Â
âMe too! But I canât sleep without my teddy.â he said, you couldnât believe he was serious. âI will crawl up to your bunk and annoy you all night if you donât help me look.â he added, smirking.
âFine, Iâll help you.â you rolled your eyes.
âWow, you donât want me in your bed at all?â he kept smirking.Â
âZip it. Letâs find your precious teddy.â
âYes!â Hyunjin scurried after you as the two of you basically did a search and rescue mission for his favorite plush.Â
Eventually, you walked into the other bathroom, finding the old teddy sitting on the counter.
âThere you are.â you picked up, chuckling at the state of it.Â
You couldnât help it as you sniffed the teddy and sure enough it smelled just like its owner.Â
âFound it!â you yelled and Hyunjin bursted in, panting and smiling.Â
âOh my god!â he exclaimed, grabbing the teddy and then you as he enveloped you in a hug for the second time that night.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank you!â Hyunjin held you tightly and you chuckled.Â
âAlright, youâre thankful, I get it. You can let go now.â you said, patting his back.Â
âI owe you.â he muttered.
âI really didnât do anything.âÂ
âYou did, trust me.â he smiled.Â
As you laid in your bunk bed that night, you couldnât stop thinking about Hyunjin.Â
He seemed somehow different or you were just now seeing different sides of him that you didnât see before.Â
You didnât hate him completely.Â
-
Ten days on tour and things were going great.Â
Every show was better than the last one, every venue bigger than the last one, every note played made Lycoris Radiata mean more and more to you.Â
Tonight was no exception as you ripped the stage once again, this time Hyunjin ended up lifting Aiden and spinning him at the end which almost made the poor man throw up from excitement.Â
âThis was Lycoris Radiata, see you next time!â and with that you ran backstage where Hyunjin had to hug everyone, even asking for a group hug.Â
You had to humor him.Â
When your head finally hit the pillow, you couldnât sleep even though you were exhausted.Â
You kept replaying one particular moment from the show in your head.Â
It was while Hyunjin was singing his famous sex song, before the moaning part, he came up to you and sang while looking at you.Â
You kept playing and looking at him intently as he sang the lewd lyrics right into your face.Â
Before he took off, Hyunjin lifted his hand, making a V shape with his fingers, doing the licking motion between them, his tongue piercing shining in the big stage light.Â
Your mouth fell agape for a moment as you felt hotness spread all over your body and he smirked smugly when you made a tiny mistake in your playing.Â
People didnât notice but he did.Â
And he was satisfied with it.Â
You couldnât stop thinking about it, and it had been a while since youâve had a little âyou timeâ but it was hard to do that with so many people in the bus.Â
Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed, hearing some shuffling beneath you.Â
âY/n?â Hyunjin suddenly climbed up into your bed, startling you as you sat up and turned on the little light inside.Â
âW-what are you doing?âÂ
âI canât sleep. And I figured you werenât sleeping either.â Hyunjin whispered.
âAnd how did you figure that?â you clutched your blanket.Â
âYou sighed like a hundred times.â he chuckled quietly.
âWhat do you want?â you rolled your eyes with a smile.Â
âTo hang out.â he pulled out a deck of cards out of nowhere.Â
âWe canât make too much noise, weâll wake everyone up.â you shook your head.Â
âFine then weâll do something quiet.â Hyunjin smirked, tossing the cards aside and laying down next to you, his eyes closing.
âTurn the light off, sweetheart.â he cracked one eye open as you stared at him in disbelief.Â
âYou are not sleeping in my bunk. Go back downstairs.â you whispered.
âNo.â he answered simply.Â
âHyunjin, Iâm warning you, I will push you down.â
âWill you? Youâll wake up the whole bus.â he smirked.Â
âGod, youâre so annoying!â you whisper-yelled, giving up as you laid down, turning away from Hyunjin.Â
âBe nice and share your blanket.â Hyunjinâs breath hit the back of your neck, making you shiver as goosebumps rose on your skin.Â
âNeed anything else?â you muttered as he hogged your blanket and your personal space.Â
âA goodnight kiss?â Hyunjin leaned over you, peering at your face hopefully.
You gave him the side eye and he chuckled.Â
âMaybe some other time, hm?â he asked.Â
âGo to sleep.â you said and he laid down behind you.Â
âGoodnight, darling.â Hyunjin wanted to reach out and touch your hair but he figured youâd probably break his arm.Â
You didnât answer, your heart beating so hard that you were afraid it was shaking the bed and Hyunjin could feel it.Â
You quickly turned off the light and tried to calm down.
There was enough space to where he wasnât touching you but you felt his warmth, his scent, his breath on your skin.
It was driving you crazy and making you feel calm at the same time.Â
You managed to fall asleep somehow.
-
At some point, in the middle of the night, Hyunjin and you gravitated closer to each other and you ended up in his arms.Â
When you slowly blinked your eyes open and realized you were staring straight at Hyunjinâs chest, you jolted away from him, making him groan quietly.Â
âWhere you goinâ?â he mumbled into your pillow, trying to grab you.
âAs far as I can from you.â you said, wiggling out of his arm that eventually caught you as he groaned again.
âSomethingâs poking my ass.â Hyunjin gasped when he rolled over and you laughed.Â
âItâs the cards, you idiot.â rolling your eyes, you left the bunk feeling embarrassed and insane as your face heated up.Â
What are you doing, sleeping in the same bed as Hyunjin?
You hate him, right?
You werenât so sure anymore.Â
Yes, he was annoying but somehow that became kind of endearing.Â
He has bugged you every single day since the tour started and if he suddenly stopped, itâd feel weird.Â
You sighed, shaking off your thoughts as you grabbed your phone, munching on your breakfast.Â
âMorning, y/n. Tell me am I crazy or did Hyunjin sleep over in your bunk?â Ana smirked at you as she brought two coffees.Â
âYou are crazy. But yes, he slept in my bunk.â you said.Â
âInteresting.â she smirked, lifting one eyebrow up.Â
âHey, I saw you sleeping in Anthonyâs bunk multiple times. Whatâs that about?â you teased as you opened up your insta.Â
âWell, everyone knows we have a thing for each other. You and Hyunjin though⌠oh yeah, you have a thing too.âÂ
âWe donât have a thing.â you quickly said as Ana chuckled.Â
âRight. Mhm.âÂ
You continued scrolling, and thatâs when you noticed it; the hate comments on your posts.Â
âSheâs just a slut whoâs after Hyunjinâ
âSheâs delusional if she thinks heâd like her like sheâs ugly lmaoâ
âUntalented bitchâ
âGet her away from my Hyunjinâ
âShe deserved her band falling apart they were shit anywaysâ
âY/n should retire from the music sceneâ
Your eyes started stinging with tears as you skimmed through the comment section.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Ana tilted her head to look at you.Â
You slid your phone to her and she gasped.Â
âYou know these people are probably some jealous, unsuccessful suckers.â she said.Â
âI need some air.â you sucked in a breath before hurriedly leaving the bus.Â
âWhatâs with her?â Hyunjin walked in. âIs she mad at me?â
âNo, look.â Ana showed him your phone.Â
Hyunjin frowned instantly, running out of the bus after you.Â
You stood not too far away with a cigarette in your hand as you hugged yourself with your other arm and Hyunjinâs eyes softened when he saw you shivering in the wind.
âI knew youâd forget to bring a jacket.â Hyunjin put his leather jacket around you, smoothing his hand over your back a few times.Â
You exhaled a puff of smoke, not answering him as you melted into his big jacket.Â
Hyunjin took out a cigarette for himself and you reached out with your lighter, lighting it up as he smirked.Â
âSince when do you smoke?â he asked.
âWell, Iâm feeling extra stressed right now so I needed something to take the edge off.â you shrugged.Â
âBecause of the comments?âÂ
âI donât wanna talk about them.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â Hyunjin sighed.Â
âItâs not your fault.â you said.Â
âI feel like it is.âÂ
Hyunjin was standing so close to you that his arm was touching yours while both of you continued smoking.
You stood silently next to each other for a few more moments as the clouds passed you by, and slowly but surely Hyunjin closed the gap between your hands as he touched yours briefly before he wrapped his pinky around yours.Â
âHey, you know Iâm honored youâre part of my band.â his tone was serious and you couldnât bear to look at him or youâd burst into tears.Â
âI know.â you smiled as you kept looking into the distance.Â
He smiled too, his eyes focused on you.
Hyunjin had your back; and that was a pinky promise.
-
Finally, you arrived to your next destination, and youâd be there for a few days which meant you had to check into a hotel.Â
You were glad to have some time to yourself, you needed a real shower and a real bed and just some time to get away from everything, recharge your batteries.Â
You just finished with your shower and skincare when your phone annoyed you, buzzing with texts constantly.Â
When you grabbed it you realized that you forgot to change Hyunjinâs name from âassholeâ.Â
You laughed to yourself, deciding to just add a little heart at the end.Â
asshole<3: y/n what are you doing
asshole<3: why arenât you answering
asshole<3: iâm BOREEEED
asshole<3: y/n!!!!Â
asshole<3: princess?
asshole<3: iâm coming to your room
âShit!â you exclaimed just in time when Hyunjin knocked on your door.
âGo away, Hyunjin!â you yelled on the other side.Â
âNever! I will wake the whole damn floor if you donât open this door.â he banged against it.Â
âSpoiled brat.â you muttered to yourself before opening the door.Â
âOh.â Hyunjin looked you up and down, your hair still wet from the shower, your little nightgown accentuating all your goodies.Â
âDid you dress up for me?â he smirked as his tongue darted out to play with his lip piercing; a habit you picked up on.
âOh yeah, I was just waiting for you to come knocking on my door.â you answered sarcastically.
âOh come on, I brought snacks.â he lifted up a few bags.Â
âYou shouldâve said that first.â you stepped aside, letting him in.Â
âSo, are you here just because youâre bored?â you scoffed as he practically skipped to your bed before throwing himself on it.Â
âNo, Iâm here cause I know you miss me.â he smirked at you. âI spared you the walk to my room, princess.âÂ
âOh yeah, I am the one who missed you.â you said pointedly.Â
âI know you are.â he wiggled his eyebrows and you groaned, throwing a pillow at him but the slick bastard caught it.Â
âIâm gonna change into something else.â you said, feeling a bit self-conscious.Â
âInto what? After that outfit, the only logical thing is to have nothing on.â
âWouldnât you like that?â you snickered.Â
âI would.â he smirked.Â
âChanging right now!â you left for the bathroom to put on some actual pjs.Â
âDonât cross this line, Hyunjin.â you pointed as the two of you settled in your bed, ready to watch a movie and snack.Â
He smiled his shit eating grin and put his finger over the line.Â
âWhoops, crossed it.â
âNext time you lose a finger.â you threatened.
âWhere is it gonna be misplaced?â he smirked.Â
âNot where you think.â
âYou donât know what Iâm thinking.â he leaned closer to you. âBut I can show you.â
âNo thanks. Just watch the movie.âÂ
It was quiet for some time until Hyunjin spoke up.Â
âIâm thinking of getting another tattoo.â
âOh?â you didnât take your eyes off the screen. âWhere?â
âMy back. I wanna finish what I started with my arm and shoulder.â he answered.Â
âWhich is?â you looked at him and he smirked.Â
âGlad you asked.â he said, taking his shirt off.Â
âWoah, woah, what are you doing?â you jolted as he tossed it aside.Â
âShowing you my tattoos.â he giggled. âSee, itâs one big picture. I sketched the original on my paper, itâs a flowerâs life story. From a little seed all the way to the dust it becomes after it wilts forever. Itâs not finished yet though.â he turned and you gulped.Â
âThatâs a beautiful thought actually.âÂ
âFeel the flowers.â Hyunjin turned his shoulder to you.Â
âIâm not gonna touch your tattoos.â you said.Â
âCome on, you know you want to.â he taunted you.Â
âNo, I donât.â you shook your head.Â
âYes, you do. You started ogling me as soon as I took my shirt off.â
âThatâs because of your musc- nothing, nevermind.â you quickly caught yourself, biting your tongue as your face started burning.Â
âBecause of what? My muscles? You like them?â he started flexing immediately.
âThatâs disgusting, stop acting like that.â you slapped his arm without thinking and you both froze.Â
âOh.â Hyunjin smirked before taking your hand in his. âReally, I want you to feel my tattoos.âÂ
âFine if it gets you to shut up.âÂ
Your fingers gently traced the delicate art on Hyunjinâs skin, starting from his wrist up his arm as you watched goosebumps rise on his skin.Â
You took your time to trace every leaf and petal as Hyunjin looked at you intently, his breaths coming out shaky as you traced over his arm, your fingers swirling with the intricate patterns.Â
Your hand came up to his shoulder as you continued tracing, his skin was so smooth and he was so warm under your touch.Â
âY/n.â Hyunjin whispered, his hand covering yours as he leaned in closer to you, his eyelids hooded.Â
Your eyes widened when you realized he was about to kiss you and you quickly moved away.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â you stood up and Hyunjin frowned at you.Â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?!âÂ
âTrying to get into my pants!â you scoffed. âI think you should sleep in your room.â
âB-but, itâs not like that!â Hyunjin stood up and you backed away.
âI know what itâs like. Please leave.âÂ
âFine.â Hyunjin looked dejected as he grabbed his phone and shirt. âTeddy is lonely without me anyways.â he said, making a theatrical leave out of your room as he dragged his feet and kept giving you pointed looks.Â
You were almost close to telling him he can stay, but as soon as he leaned in, you panicked and didnât know how to react so you kept your mouth shut.
And you continued spiralling when he left, thinking about if he actually likes you or just wants to fuck you like he does to any girl.Â
Youâve seen him with girls on his arms constantly and while you always thought what you felt was hate or disgust; in this moment you recognized it was jealousy and it didnât feel good at all.
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Ain't Right part 2
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: It's the holiday season and Joel is a Scrooge.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (56/20), swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, size kink, oral sex (m!receiving), SQUIRT, creampie, threats of violence, alcohol
Celia's note: uhm hello??? what the flip thank y'all sm for all the love on my first post!! I got so many requests to make a part 2 so dinner's ready y'all dig in!!!!
Read the first part! > part 1
Jackson looked so pretty this time of year. The Christmas lights, the snowmen, the comfy sweaters and chocolate chip cookies; you loved it all.
Especially gift-giving.
To you, there was really nothing better than seeing someone's face light up when they open a present.
This year, there was someone special you planned to go all out for.
It had been 3 days since Joel Miller fucked you in his house, on his bed.
You hadn't stopped replaying the moment in your mind, especially the part when he finished all over your stomach.
However, it just so happens that after those amazing thirty minutes, Joel was called away by Tommy.
He had to leave and do something that you weren't allowed to know about. Undoubtedly some dangerous mission that pained you to think about.
So your victory was short-lived.
But, like the gentleman he was, he walked you home and made sure you were okay before he left. You wanted to kiss him goodbye, but felt too nervous to do so.
You don't know whyâhe literally had his cock in you a few moments prior.
Yet you couldn't, and just had to watch him walk away.
Now, you haven't seen him in three days and were starting to get serious withdrawals. Whatever he was up to couldn't have come at a worse time.
You finally had the taste of his perfection, now he was gone, leaving you to deal with your desire alone.
You tried to preoccupy yourself with helping set up all the Christmas decorations around town as well as baking an absurd amount of treats.
You also managed to get him a little gift in the meantime, stuffing it in the cutest box with the prettiest wrapping paper.
God, you hoped he'd come back soon.
And luckily, he did!
You had heard from Maria that everyone had returned from their tripâsafe and sound.
She had also told you that she was throwing a little Christmas get-together at her and Tommy's house to celebrate.
She was careful to mention that Joel would be in attendance.
So, that night, you whipped up your signature cinnamon apple recipe and put on your cutest outfit.
You topped it with some fuzzy reindeer antlers because you were in a very festive mood.
As you walked alone to Maria and Tommy's, you were freezing your ass off in your skirt and sweater. You wore tights with your skirt in hopes that it would help with the cold, but who were you kidding?
You didn't care, though. You just cared if Joel thought you looked pretty or not.
You pranced up the steps of their porch, letting yourself into the house and getting immediately bombarded by the hoard of people inside.
Maria made it seem like it was going to be a small thing, but the entire Jackson population seemed to be in her living room.
Thankfully, Tommy catches you come in and walks up to greet you. "Hey there stranger," He grins, looking down at the dish in your hands. "What you got there?"
"Brought desert," You chirp, handing it to him with a proud smile.
"Well well," He muses as he takes the glass container from you, looking it over with surprise. "Didn't think you could tie your own shoes, let alone bake anything."
You roll your eyes before scoffing. "You're just mad because I can tie my shoes and bake something before you can conjure a coherent thought."
Tommy fakes a wince before chuckling. "Alright, touchĂŠ kid. We're gonna be playing charades in a little bit so stick around, alright?"
You nod, having absolutely no intention of 'sticking around' for charades. Tommy wanders off with your apples, finally giving you a moment to survey the party.
Obviously, you were looking for one person in particular.
You squeezed through all the crowds of people, scouring what felt like every room in the house.
But no dice.
Joel was nowhere to be found and sadness washes over you like a tidal wave.
Was he doing this on purpose?
Torturing you by depriving you of his presence? This was hell.
You plant yourself by the special eggnog and down several glasses to take the edge off.
You were tipsy in no time, it really didn't take much. It was like Maria just dumped an entire bottle of vodka in the bowl and splashed some milk in it. It was disgusting, really, but it was getting its job done.
As you hunched yourself over the bowl, someone tapped you on your shoulder.
You spin around, your hopes high.
"Joel!âOh. Hi Connor." The disappointment you feel inside displays clearly in your tone.
You're now face to face with the boy who has been unsubtly trying to sleep with you for months.
"Hey there! You look fucking great tonight." He flirts, a smug grin on his face.
You grimace because you know he thinks he's so cool, even though you'd rather die than stand here with him right now.
"Thanks." You say flatly, turning back towards the eggnog and pouring yourself another glass. For some reason, Connor takes this as an invitation to step closer, now invading your space.
You don't even bother trying to hide your disgusted expression. His cologne is attacking your nostrils, and it doesn't even smell good.
"That skirt looks amazing on you." His eyes unabashedly drag along the skin of your legs, making you shiver in disgust. He takes it too far when his hand comes up to brush your arm.
"You come here with anyone?" He coos, leaning against the food table like he was hot shit or something.
You couldn't stand this douche. Just as you were about to tell him to fuck off or something, you feel someone looming over you.
"She did." A gruff voice comes from behind you, and you immediately recognize that it could only be one person.
You whip around, your face lighting up at the sight of Joel.
His expression is settled into a natural scowl, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of you both. Even though he looked scary as shit, he was so fucking hot.
You're instantly horny just at the sight of him.
Connor scoffs, looking between the two of you, but your eyes stayed glued to Joel.
"Really? Him? But he's likeâan old man." Connor spits, which immediately earns a glare from you.
Just as you're about to cuss him out, Joel beats you to it.
"Walk away before this old man breaks your jaw." His voice is stern, not to be tested.
It makes your core tighten with need.
Hearing the threat that he assumes to be all too real, Connor doesn't waste time scurrying off.
You turn back towards Joel, a warm, relieved smile spreading across your face. âHi,â You whisper, wanting to hug him so bad but holding yourself back because he wasnât a big fan of PDA. âM'so glad you're back." You do, however, step closer into his personal bubble.
His face softens when he finally looks down at you, and you can almost swear you see his lips curling up into a smile.
"Yeah, me too, kid." He husks out, looking between you and the bowl of half-empty eggnog. "Enjoyin' yourself?" He asks with somewhat of a disappointed look on his face, clocking that you were a little tipsy.
"Now I am." You answer truthfully, beaming up at him. "Have you been here the whole time? I was looking for you earlier but I couldn't find you."
Joel shifted on his feet, sliding his hands in his pockets. "Just got here. Tommy was talkin' my ear off at the door." He explained, an exasperated look on his face.
You laughed and nodded, knowing you both shared that experience.
"Are you having a good time, though?" You ask, actually curious because he seemed like he would rather be anywhere else right now.
He shrugs, brushing a hand through his short hair. "This Christmas holiday crap is givin' me a fuckin' aneurysm." He huffs out with complete honestly, scratching the back of his neck.
"What? Really? Why?" The shock and bewilderment in your voice isn't lost on Joel.
He sighs out, knowing you're about to explain the magical spirit of the season or whatever.
"The blizzards, people spazzin' out over gifts, all 'cause some fat guy is coming down chimneysâs'all just ridiculous."
You want to giggle at how actually annoyed he sounded, but you hold it down.
Grouchy old man.
"I'd let you come down my chimney," you flirt, but then correct yourself. "I have let you come down myâ"
Joel shoots you a glare, daring you to finish your sentence.
You know when to cut your losses, so you don't.
"Well, speaking of gifts," You start, rummaging in your bag to pull out your present for him. You hold it up, the pink wrapping paper making him cock an eyebrow. "Merry Christmas, Scrooge."
Joel feels an unfamiliar feeling swimming around in his stomach at the sight.
He slowly takes the box from you, looking at it like it was a puzzle.
He really wasn't expecting anything from you. But he supposed people who have had the other persons genitals inside them should probably give them something for Christmas.
He finds himself very pleasantly surprised.
After a moment, he finds something to say.
"Couldn't find some manlier wrapping paper?" He coughs, his voice low but it's obvious he's joking with you.
You roll your eyes and scoff. "Just open it!"
Joel somewhat grins at your impatience but finally starts to open the box.
That grin drops off his face after he sees the contents, an immediate bittersweet feeling swelling in his chest.
You're watching his face so intently, so scared that he didn't like it based on his reaction.
Joel pulls out the watch from the box, clutching it tightly. He's not saying anything, so you hear yourself start to ramble.
"Do you like it? I just saw that the watch you wear is broken so I figured I'd get you a new one. If you don't like it I can take it back."
You're starting to crumble underneath the weight of his silence, anxiety bubbling in your gut. Just as you're about to ask him if he's okay, Joel finally looks back at you.
"S'real great. Thank you." His tone is genuine, you can tell he's telling the truth. But why does he look so pained?
"Of course." Your murmur, your eyes searching his. After a moment of silence, you clear your throat. "There's one more thing, actually."
Joel's shoulder slump. "You got me another present?" He asked tiredly, looking at you with disbelief.
A guilty smile paints your face before you gesture for Joel to follow you. "It's upstairs. C'mon."
He doesn't know how much more his heart could handle.
Reluctantly, he follows you up the stairs, wondering why you had a gift waiting for him in Tommy's guest bedroom.
You open the door and close it behind you both, purposefully not turning the lights on.
Joel walks into the center of the room, standing aimlessly and confused as to why you hadnât flipped the light switch yet.
But then he hears the rustling of clothes and when you eventually turn the lights on, you're wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
His cock immediately gets hard.
"What do ya think you're doin'?" He whisper yells, trying to keep his eyes on your face but that proves to be impossible because your tits looked so good in lace.
"What? You don't like it? I bought it for you." You give him a 360 and he has to brace himself against the bed.
Fuck you looked good.
He sits down on the mattress, dragging a hand down his jaw in thought.
He's debating if he's really about to fuck you in his brother's house.
Why were you always making him go against his morals?
A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you before Joel snaps his eyes back to your figure.
"C'mere."
Got 'em.
You squeal excitedly before running over, slotting yourself between his legs and placing your hands on his shoulders.
In turn, his large hands come out to hold your hips, his gaze zeroing in on your perfect-looking cleavage that he was now eye-level with.
Just as he was about to slide his hands up to grope your breasts, you sink down to the floor.
Joel's puzzled as he watches you get on your knees, looking up at him with those mischievous eyes. He truly has no clue what you're up to, that is, until you bring your lips to the bulge in his jeans.
You place the softest kiss on his clothed hard-on, earning a groan from him.
Now he knows what you're trying to do.
He juts his hand out, holding you firm by your shoulder.
"You ain't gotta do that, sweetheart." Joel says softly, probably the softest you've ever heard him say anything.
Your body erupts in goosebumps when you hear the endearing pet name slip so effortlessly from his lips.
"I want toâbeen wanting to since, like, forever." You murmur, nuzzling your cheek against his inner thigh.
Joel wasn't sure what to think right now.
His past romantic experiences taught him that blowjobs were a hassle for womenâsomething that they did only if they felt they had to.
But here you were, looking up at him with those wide eyes and wanting nothing more than his dick in your mouth.
You surprise him everyday.
His dick has literally never been harder, especially when you finally start unzipping his pants to let it spring free.
You gaze up at him again, waiting for his green light.
Joel had one hand white-knuckling the edge of the bed, while the other gently caressed the side of your head.
He offers a short nod of approval, already trying not to come just by the sight of his cock so close to your face.
You waste absolutely no time in grabbing the base of his dick with both hands, gingerly licking at his tip to warm him up.
Joel throws his head back, groaning at the feeling.
You tilt it up so you can drag your tongue all the way up his shaft, then bring your mouth down on his tip.
"Fuck," Joel curses, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping back open, not being able to look away from you.
Tears are falling from your eyes the farther you go down on him, the sensation of his head poking the back of your throat was making you dizzy.
But you don't stop. You're eager to please.
Your hands pump at the length you can't reach, while your warm mouth and tongue swirl around him.
You're too good at this, and Joel knows he's not gonna last long.
He can't help it when his hand in your hair turns into a fist, tightly gripping the strands like he was afraid you might go somewhere.
You moan when he accidentally pulls your hair forwards, forcing you deep on his cock. You bet he didn't even realize what he just did, based on the way his chest was heaving and his face looked so lost in pleasure.
You gag and more tears spill from your eyes, but you don't even dream about lifting off. If Joel was getting off on this, you were going to do more of it.
You moan, still keeping his cock in your mouth as you try to go even deeper down on it.
"Oh fuckâ" Joel suddenly yanks your mouth off his cock, breathing heavily as he stares down at you.
You cough and sputter at the loss, looking up at him with that same fucked out expression you had last time.
"Why?" You manage to whine, wondering why he stopped you before he came.
Joel doesn't answerâinstead he picks you up by your armpits and places you on the bed.
The quick change almost gives you whiplash, but Joel's surprisingly steady and husky voice guides you.
"On your stomach, pretty girl." He mutters as he taps your leg in a gesturing manner.
...Was he trying to kill you with that bedroom voice of his?
A whimper crawls its way out of your throat, your body having an audible reaction to his sweet words.
You flip over onto your stomach, instantly arching your back for him.
Being the impatient man he was, he rips your panties and throws them to the side in a lust-driven blur.
You literally didn't even care. Sure, they were new, but you'd just find another pair. The only two thoughts in your mind right now was Joel and Joel's dick.
Something warm and soft prods at your entrance before slipping to wedge between your folds, gathering up your slick.
You try to push back on it, but Joel holds you still, making you lose the rest of the small amount of composure you had left.
"Joelpleasefuckme," You sob, your cunt weeping for his cock. "need you so bad it hurts,"
You reach back, your hand finding his that was holding your hip and squeezing it.
Joel didn't want to admit to himself how much he loved the neediness in your voice, your obvious desperation made him harder.
"M'gettin' there, don't gotta beg me baby." He mutters, his hand that you grabbed intertwining with your fingers. His other hand was rubbing circles in the skin around your hips.
You feel that same sensation of his tip, but then Joel also brings his chest down to engulf your back.
You're already trembling, but when he begins to pepper kisses down the nape of your neck and back, all while slowly sheathing himself inside your pussy...
You effectively lose your mind.
"OhFUCKJoelloveitsomuch," You blabber, not having enough strength to hold yourself up anymore so your head drops into a pillow, muffling your moans.
Effortlessly, he pulls you back up so that your back is flush with his chest, his one arm wrapped around your stomach to keep you secure.
You rest the back of your head on his shoulder as she starts rocking into you, letting your body go limp because you know he's got you.
"Can you take it or do I need'a stop?" He asks, his tone making you dizzier.
You frantically nod, turning your head to the side to look at him. "I can take it, promise I can," you muster out between moans. "please don't stopâwant your cock in me forever-"
Joel chuckles.
God, he really never stood a chance against you.
"I don't know about forever sweet thing, but I'll see what I can do for tonight, yeah?"
You giggle airily, like you weren't all there, nodding your head in acknowledgement. Your eyes are closed for a second but you feel his lips on yours, hungrily taking whatever they wanted.
You passionately return his kiss, mewling into it because his lips paired with the slow thrust of his dick was enough to drive you crazy.
The stretch of his cock is as close to heaven as you're ever gonna get.
His speed picks up which means your moans get louder, and Joel has no choice put to bring his other hand up and cover your mouth.
There's still a party going on downstairs, after all.
"Gotta be quieter baby," he pants, even though he's not slowing down his speed at all.
You whine into his hand, surprisingly loving the feeling of it because it's like he's swallowing you whole.
You feel that tight coil in your stomach slowly start to come undone, and you know you won't last long now. You try to tell Joel, but his hand is muffling your noises.
All the sudden, he speaks in your earâhis voice low and raspy. "Don't want you doin' this with anyone else, hear me?"
...Well.
You weren't expecting that.
His words probably made you soak the sheets because of how wet you became.
He sounded so stern when he said it too, making your heart flutter even more.
You nod, tears pouring from your eyes. He lets his hand off your mouth for a moment and you immediately jump at the opportunity to speak.
"Only want you, only ever wanted you, Joelâm'all yours, always been yours," You mewl after gasping for air, your body jolting with each of his deep thrusts.
"Fuck," Joel swears, quickly but carefully putting you down only to flip you over onto your back. Now in missionary, he buries himself all the way inside you again before dropping down so your faces are centimeters apart. "All mine, huh?" Joel reiterates, and you can't tell if he's mocking you or maybe asking for clarification.
Probably the ladder.
You agree nonetheless, a string of yes's spilling from your mouth.
"Yeah, just for me." He pants, slamming into you with more vigor than before. Your cunt is constricting around him like a vice, he'sânot planning to last much longer either.
"M'gonna cum," you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.
When Joel hears this, he drops a hand down to rub at your clit, making you come undone altogether.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck waitwait Joel-" You feel something..unique boiling, but then Joel's expert fingers release the flood gates.
You scream as you squirt all over his cock, your entire body writhing with the overstimulating pleasure.
Your juices soak him. When he see's this, he comes immediately.
He groans as he finishes inside you, unloading into your snug cunt. The feeling is incomparable for the both of you.
Once the haze of perfect pleasure dissipates, Joel realizes what he's just done.
"Shit," he grits, pulling out and watching his seed drip from your hole. "Fuck."
You manage to sit up on your elbows, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Don't worry," Your voice is quiet and crackedâyou just had the squirt fucked out of you, after all. "I've been on the pill since we had sex the first time."
Joel looks down at you, stupefied.
Eventually, he feels his heart start beating again and huffs out a sigh of relief. "Thank christ." He leans back against the headboard, raking a hand through his hair and thinking about how that was a fucking close one.
You're lying next to him, still trying to catch your breath. "That felt so good," You manage to murmur, your body still shivering from the after shocks.
After you catch your breath, you turn your head to look up at him. "M'serious about what I said, about bein' yours."
He looks at you and your serious face for a moment, then brings his hand down to gently ruffle the top of your head.
"Yeah, I know you are." His texan drawl prominent.
"I'd let you brand me with a fire poker if thats what you wanted." You say flatly, no joking tone in your voice whatsoever.
Joel is taken back by the sudden jump in intensity, assessing you to make sure you were being for real.
You were, and when he realizes this, he shakes his head. "You've lost your damn mind." He grunts, dragging a hand down his face.
You shrug.
"I think a ring would do the trick." Joel mutters, not meaning for it to have some kind of underlying message or anything. But you're quick to jump to conclusions.
"A ring?" You squeal, moving to lay on his chest which earns a huff from him. "Didn't know we were already goin' steady like that, Miller!" You tease, the giddiest smile on your face.
"I didn't meanâquit. You know what I was sayin'." Joel grunts, looking at you with an unamused expression.
You don't quit though.
"My ring finger is a size 6, would love 2 carats but if you can swing for 3 that would be perfectâalso, I hate silver bands, it has to be goldâbut make sure it's not that super yellow fake gold, I like more rustic looks, I mean, if that wasn't obvious-" You cast him a glance, alluding to the fact that he was rustic looking.
Joel rolls his eyes before gently nudging you off him, getting off the bed and walking over to your clothes that you discarded a long time ago.
You continue rambling from your position on the sheets, staring up at the ceiling as you recited, in extreme detail, how you loved oval shaped diamonds the most.
He walks back over and manhandles you to sit up. "Lift up your arms." He mutters, putting your sweater back on you.
"Hm, gettin' some serious deja vu right now." You murmur, smiling up at him.
"Yeah, yeah, hush." He grumbles before sliding your tights and skirt back on as well.
The act is so kind and heartwarming. You mumble a thank you before standing up, almost falling back down because your legs were still a bit weak.
Joel made a motion like he would've caught you, reaching his arms out. "Careful." He warns, planting a hand on your lower back for stability. You giggle and nod, regaining your ability to walk slowly but surely.
You guys tried to discretely walk back down the stairs, but with Joel's hand on your back and your happy expression--it wasn't hard for people to guess what happened.
***
A couple days had passed since Tommy and Maria's party.
You were finishing up some hand-made Christmas cards on your desk when you heard a knock at your door.
"Coming!" You shout, leisurely making your way to the front door.
When you open it, no one's there. You look around, only seeing a familiar male figure walking away in the distance. When you step outside to shout after him, you feel yourself kick something.
Upon looking down, a small velvet box lays at your feet.
You pick it up carefully, opening it to reveal a gold ring placed so delicately inside. The small note inside reads:
Merry Christmas. -Scrooge
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For me? || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: Glass onion inspired when Whisky goes to Miles because her boyfriend Duke asks her to but they already have something going on between them.
Warnings: r uses her body to get Topper what he wants, infidelity, suggestive content
Word count: 1,936
A/n: glass onion is definitely in my top 5 movies I love đ
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Your fingers curl around Rafeâs wrist, tugging him toward the house, your movements quick and purposeful. The murmur of voices in the background fades as you enter, but one presence in particular stands outâTopper, leaning casually against the entryway, his expression hard, his eyes following you with a calculating intensity.
His words from earlier echo in your mind, their weight hanging heavy between you two. âYou know what Iâm asking. Just... talk to him again. Do what you have to do.â Youâd replayed Topperâs plea in your head countless times, the way heâd lowered his voice, almost pleading, as he suggested you get closer to Rafeâhis bossâconvincing him to finally give Topper the promotion heâs been after for months.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, the thought of using your body to manipulate Rafe for Topperâs benefit, but you were already caught in the web, and here you were, carrying out the plan. Topper says nothing as you pass, but the look in his eyesâa mixture of calculation and expectationâburns into your back. You offer him a curt nod, more out of habit than a willingness to comply, before redirecting your focus to Rafe, whoâs watching you with an almost predatory interest, his smirk tugging at his lips.
Rafe follows you, his presence closing in behind you like a shadow, and his eyes flicker with amusement as you guide him into the room. His voice is thick with arrogance as he speaks, the challenge clear in his tone. âRight now? You sure?â He steps closer, his hands finding your hips with a teasing pressure. His eyes move unapologetically up and down your body, pausing at the curves of your waist before he lets out a low chuckle.
âWhatâs the rush? Your little boyfriendâs still out there, isnât he?â You roll your eyes, playing the part as youâve done before. This wasnât the first time Topper had asked you to sleep with Rafe, after all. It was a game you were tired of playing, but the rewards were clear. Rafe never failed to satisfy, and Topper always got what he wanted in the end. âUh-huh, right now,â you reply, your tone sharp but confident, cutting through his mockery.
Rafeâs smirk deepens, eyes gleaming with a knowing glint. He wasnât stupidâheâd caught on quickly. The first time youâd done this, heâd been skeptical, unsure of your motives. But it hadnât taken long before he was hooked, and honestly, neither of you had any intention of stopping. âWell,â he says, a low whistle escaping his lips as his hands move to your waist, his fingers tightening just enough to pull you closer, âwhatever you want, pretty girl."
His voice drips with amusement, as if heâs indulging youâand maybe himselfâat the same time. Without waiting for a response, Rafeâs hand slips from your waist to press firmly against the small of your back, guiding you toward the bed. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and for a moment, itâs just the two of you, the air thick with tension.
You push him onto the mattress, the movement swift and confident, and without hesitation, you climb onto his lap, straddling his hips, your top slipping off in one smooth motion. His hands find your waist again, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against your bare skin as his eyes lock onto yours. âYouâre full of surprises tonight,â he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, sending a rush of heat through you.
You smile down at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. âJust felt like being close to you, Mr. Cameron,â you murmur, resting your hands against his chest. Thereâs no denying itâafter all the nights spent together, after the passion and intensity that marked each encounter, it was hard not to catch feelings. Youâd tried to push them down, tried to keep it business as usual, but Rafe had a way of making it impossible to remain detached.
Rafe chuckles, but his eyes narrow with suspicion, as if he can see right through the act. âClose to me, huh?â he muses, voice dripping with sarcasm. âOr is this about Topper?â His grin widens, clearly amused by his own thoughts, but before you can reply, he shakes his head, a soft laugh escaping him. âYou know, Iâve already given him the second-best office in the building. What more does he want?â
You canât help but roll your eyes at his comment, a playful smile tugging at your lips as your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. âHe just wants that promotion real bad, baby,â you say, your voice light and teasing as you lean down just enough to close the space between you. âHeâs been working his ass off, you know.â
Rafeâs laugh rumbles beneath you, a sound that vibrates against your chest, and his hands slide down to grip your waist with an almost possessive force. âWorking his ass off, huh?â he repeats mockingly, his smirk unfaltering. âAnd sending you in here to convince me, huh? Thatâs dedication.â You grin, meeting his eyes with a mixture of playfulness and something darker.
âBut hey, Iâm not complaining,â Rafe adds, his hands gripping your ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his eyes never leave yours. You bite your lip lightly, feeling the heat building between you both, and Rafe hums beneath you, tilting his head slightly as his fingers dig into your sides. He pulls you closer, his body pressing firmly against yours. âIf this is his idea of a plan,â he says, voice thick with amusement, âI gotta say, itâs not the worst one.â
A wicked grin spreads across his face, and his eyes gleam with something darker nowâsomething that tells you heâs enjoying the control, the power he has over you. âBut if you keep this up babe,â he warns, âI might just forget all about Topperâs promotion.â You laugh softly, though your pulse quickens at the intensity in his eyes.
âGuess weâll see how good my persuasion skills are, then,â you reply, your voice hushed with anticipation, feeling the electric charge between you as you lean in for another kiss, your body pressing fully against his.
~
"So, will you do it? Give him the promotion?" The question slips from your lips as you prop yourself up on your forearms, your gaze locked on Rafe as he slides into his boxers, a casual motion that betrays nothing of the tension in the room. His smirk is as infuriating as it is irresistible, his eyes glinting with a knowing amusement that makes your chest tighten. He chuckles softly, the sound low and teasing, as he moves toward you, the air between you two heavy with something unspoken.
âIâll think about it,â Rafe replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm but layered with something you canât quite place. He lingers in front of you, his face so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him. For a moment, the air between you feels heavier, quieter, the world outside his room fading into irrelevance. His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, searching, as if trying to unearth something buried deep within you.
âWhat?â you ask, chuckling softly, trying to ease the tension. Rafeâs lips twitch into a small smirk, his gaze flickering down to your mouth before he shrugs, his voice low and teasing. âNothinâ.â Before you can question him further, he leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your lipsâa fleeting touch that leaves you momentarily breathless. He pulls back just as quickly, a boyish grin spreading across his face, like he knows exactly the effect he has on you.
You narrow your eyes at him, raising a brow in mock suspicion. âWhat are you smiling about?â âNothing,â he repeats, though the mischievous gleam in his eyes betrays him. You shake your head slightly, unable to help the small smile that tugs at your lips, before sliding out of bed and gathering your clothes.
As you start getting dressed, Rafeâs gaze doesnât waver, his eyes following your every movement. He leans back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, the satisfied smirk never leaving his face. âYou good?â he asks, a chuckle rumbling low in his throat as he notices you limping slightly toward the door.
âJust sore,â you mutter, throwing a glance over your shoulder. His grin widens at your admission, his eyes lighting up with smug satisfaction. The way he looks at youâlike he knows exactly what heâs doneâsends a heat crawling up your neck. âYouâre welcome,â he says casually, the arrogance in his tone unmistakable. You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile as you open the door. âDonât let it go to your head, Cameron.â
âToo late,â he fires back, reclining further into the bed with a cocky grin, his eyes trailing after you as you disappear down the hallway. The door clicks softly behind you as you step into the dimly lit hallway, letting out a small, shaky breath. The quiet feels short-lived, a fragile reprieve from the storm brewing outside of Rafeâs room. You barely take a step forward when Topper suddenly appears in front of you, his face shadowed but unmistakably tense.
âWhat did he say?â His voice is sharp and demanding, startling you so much that your hand flies to your chest in an attempt to steady your racing heartbeat. âFuck, Top!â you exclaim, your voice pitched with a mix of irritation and lingering adrenaline. âDonât scare me like that!â You swat at his chest in frustration, but he doesnât even flinch. His face remains stone-cold, his eyes burning with impatience.
âWhat. Did. Rafe. Say?â he asks again, his tone slower now but no less intense, every word laced with a simmering urgency that makes your stomach twist. You blink at him, struggling to find the right words, knowing heâs not going to like what you have to say. âHe, uh⌠said heâll think about it,â you murmur, the hesitance in your voice betraying the slight embarrassment you feel admitting it. You move to brush past him, hoping to avoid the explosion you sense is coming.
But Topper grabs your arm, his grip firm and unrelenting, forcing you to stop. The touch isnât painful, but it carries a weight that feels heavier than it should. âWhat the fuck do you mean, âheâll think about itâ?â His voice rises, echoing faintly down the empty hallway, his frustration spilling out in sharp, jagged tones.
You yank your arm out of his grasp, stepping back just enough to put space between you. Your eyebrows knit together as you glare up at him, the tension between you sparking like a live wire. âExactly what I said,â you bite back, your tone sharpening to match his. âHeâll think about it. Thatâs all he said, so maybe you should go ask him yourself if youâre so desperate for answers.â
Topper scoffs, the sound low and dripping with contempt as his jaw tightens. He rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a gesture youâve seen countless times beforeâone that usually comes before he says something heâll regret. The weight of his stare makes your skin crawl, and you canât help but feel the suffocating pressure of his disappointment. He doesnât care how uncomfortable this all is for you, how humiliating it feels to play this game on his behalf. To him, youâre just the means to an endâa pawn in his ambition.
âYouâre useless,â Topper mutters under his breath, his words laced with venom as he shakes his head. Your eyes narrow, and you take a step closer to him, refusing to let him get the last word. âYou know whatâs useless, Topper? You thinking you can send me in there to clean up your mess every time something doesnât go your way. Maybe if you werenât so desperate, Rafe wouldâve already given you what you want,â you snap, the heat in your voice catching him off guard.
For a moment, Topper falters, his face flashing with something between anger and guilt. But just as quickly, his expression hardens again. âIâm doing this for us,â he says through gritted teeth, his voice lowering. âUs?â you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at him. âDonât pretend this is about me. You only care about that promotion. Donât act like Iâm the one who owes you anything.â
Topperâs silence is deafening, his jaw working furiously as if heâs holding back a response. Without another word, you turn and walk away, your heart pounding as the sound of your heels clicks against the hardwood floor.
~
âIâm cominâ!â Rafeâs voice echoes through the house, casual and annoyed as he makes his way to the front door. He swings it open, expecting anything but you standing there. His brows raise slightly, surprise flickering across his face. âY/n?â he says, leaning against the doorframe, that trademark smirk already tugging at his lips. âBack so soon? What does Topper want nowââ
You donât give him the chance to finish. Without hesitation, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him down, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss. His words die in his throat, replaced by a soft grunt of surprise that quickly turns into amusement.
âShut up,â you murmur against his lips, barely pulling away before moving to brush kisses along his jawline. Your voice is low and breathy as you add, âTopper didnât send me.ââOh?â Rafe smirks, his voice dropping into that teasing, cocky tone that always gets under your skin. His hands slide down to your hips, his fingers gripping you firmly, pulling you closer to him. âSo what, you missed me already?â
You roll your eyes, though your lips curve into a small smile against his skin. âSomething like that,â you reply, tilting your head just enough to look up at him. Rafe chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest as he steps back, tugging you inside by your waist and letting the door shut behind you. His smirk deepens as he studies you, the playful glint in his eyes growing darker. âSo, if youâre not here to play messenger, whatâs the occasion, huh?â
You let out a soft laugh, your hands moving to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as you tug him down to meet your gaze. âDoes there always have to be a reason?â you tease, arching a brow. Rafeâs hands tighten their hold on your hips, his grin widening as he leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. âNot when it comes to you, baby,â he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down your spine.
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The reframing of this moment post finale has still got me in a chokehold.
When we first saw Rioâs reaction in this scene, the resulting meta was glorious and on point; here is a woman who intimately knows the harm done to her former partner by her motherâs cruelty, who can see the instant destabilising effect of Evanoraâs words on Agatha and knows it will take a lot of work to undo this most recent emotional harm.
All of this is still true.
But knowing now that Rio was also Nickyâs mother? And that she herself had stood at a crossroads to decide whether or not he would die the moment he left Agathaâs body?
The depth of it all kills me.
Taking the dead from this plane is not just Rioâs job, but the very reason for her existence. When Agatha was in labour, Rio knew Nickyâs time was up and that she had no choice but to do the job she was made for. She appeared before Agatha at the last possible moment, reluctance written in every line of her face and body. Despite not wanting to hurt Agathaâor to take the son they made together away before he could take his first breathâin all her eons I donât think she had ever once considered the possibility of not doing her job. After all, the river flows in a single direction.
But it is Agathaâs nature to fight inevitability; to bargain and to beg. And Agatha, despite or because of her upbringing amongst such hatred, well, Agatha loves.
And Rio learned to love her back as she has no other being in the history of time. Rio bends the rules to her will like Agatha taught her. All rivers have eddies and she weaves a safe space out of her own love to give their son time.
Agatha is the first person Rio has ever loved and Nicky was quite possibly the first person she ever fought for. And in this scene, Evanoraâs ghost is saying she should have destroyed both of them before Rio had a chance to know either? Had Evanora murdered Agatha when she was a baby, Rio would have unknowingly been forced to carry her only chance at happiness into the realms of the dead.
âI ought to have killed you the moment you left my body.â Death would spit at her feet but that would make her think she has power here.
One day that ghost will die and I smile at the thought of what Rio is going to do to her.
In that last gif: Rioâs averted gaze full of so much hurt and that little head shakeâthe way it looks as if sheâs breathing down against the rising bile of what-ifs and maybesâyeah, this right here is what great stories are made of. Layers upon layers of history between characters that we are lucky enough to have a chance to expericence.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank @ngatwa and all the other gifmakers who allow us to continue exploring scenes like this after a show is over. Fandom owes gifmakers everything.
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Together As Gold - N.R & Y.J
P: Slytherins!Ni-ki & Jungwon X Fem!Reader
Requested by: @milksugatae
Warnings: Love Triangle, Tension, Flirting, Humour, Arguments, Jealousy, Two Endings screw it, i cant choose between them! I MADE THEM TOO TEMPTING HELP! GO FOR BOTH IDK! THEY BOTH DOWN BADDD, Teasing... LIKE ALOT OF TEASING!!! peeves is a canon matchmaker!
Synopsis: What do you do when two cunning Slytherin boys want you? If only you knew the answer yourself.
a/n: i got a few ideas for the shenanigans so special thank you to @starf4lls and @encrifice <33 dont mind any mistakes!
see request here | hogwarts au masterlist
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When you first found yourself at Hogwarts, you were alone. The tall stone walls, the constant chatter of studentsâit was all overwhelming, and you didnât know anyone. So, you kept to yourself, focusing on finding your place, giving yourself just enough time to get used to the classes and the eccentric professors.
But once you settled into the flow, things started falling into place. You made friends with your housemates and exchanged stories. The days went by easier after that, and before long, you had a solid group of friends around you, your circle expanding little by little. It was all going wellâuntil you were assigned to work with two Slytherins for a Herbology project.
Ni-ki and Jungwon.
They were the kind of people who knew exactly how to get under your skin. But you would figure out just how different they were from everyone else, with due time.
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You walked out of Herbology, your hands full with books, the weight of them pressing against your chest. You were double-checking, making sure you had all your materials. The hallways were bustling with students heading to their next classes, but you didnât mind. It gave you a bit of space to organize your thoughts.
You hadnât noticed them at first. Ni-ki and Jungwon were trailing behind you, their voices rising in a playful but heated argument.
âIâll ask her first,â Ni-ki insisted, his tone cocky as always.
âNo way,â Jungwon shot back, his voice smooth but firm. âIâll do it.â
You could hear the back-and-forth, but it didnât quite register until Ni-ki, with a sudden burst of energy, slid in front of you, effectively stopping you in your tracks. His sharp, mischievous smile was the first thing you noticed as he raised an eyebrow.
âHey,â he said casually, as if he wasnât completely interrupting your path. âWhat do you think about getting a head start on that project? Have you figured anything out yet?â
You blinked, surprised, and for a moment, just stared at him. Behind him, Jungwon stepped up to stand beside him, equally as composed but with a glint in his eyes that made you feel like this wasnât just a casual suggestion. They were both waiting for you to respond, their eyes studying you, each trying to gauge how youâd react.
You narrowed your eyes at them, still trying to make sense of the situation.
âWellâŚâ you started cautiously, âI have something figured out, but Iâm still not completely sure.â
As if that was the cue theyâd been waiting for, Ni-ki and Jungwon suddenly moved in closer. Before you could protest, they both grabbed your armsâNi-ki on one side, Jungwon on the otherâand pulled you along with them. You stumbled slightly, caught off guard, and blinked at the two of them in confusion.
Ni-kiâs mischievous grin never faltered. âGood, then weâll figure the rest out together,â he said, as though it was perfectly normal for him to be dragging you along through the hallways.
Jungwon let out a soft laugh, the sound oddly charming as he looked over at Ni-ki. âHerbology isnât even my strongest subject,â he admitted, his tone casual, though you werenât sure if it was meant to reassure you or not.
Ni-ki rolled his eyes dramatically. âAs if you have a strong subject at all,â he shot back with a grin, a little too confident in his jab.
Jungwon smirked, unbothered. âAt least I donât fail every practical. Your last Herbology experiment looked like a failed potion, Ni-ki.â
Ni-ki scoffed. âBetter than your Charms assignment, which was basically a disaster in a teacup.â
âBetter than your Transfiguration homework that could only be fixed by Professor McGonagall herself,â Jungwon retorted smoothly.
You just stared at the two of them, utterly baffled. Was this really happening? They bickered back and forth as if they didnât have a care in the world, each comment more sarcastic than the last.
âOh, donât even get me started on your Potions, Jungwon,â Ni-ki continued, practically laughing. âLast time you nearly blew up a Hufflepuff with a single sneeze.â
Jungwon shot him a playful glare. âAt least I didnât turn a batch of sleeping draught into a batch of pepper-up potion. You nearly made the whole class go into a caffeine frenzy.â
You raised an eyebrow, still trying to make sense of it all. Was it possible to survive being caught in the middle of this?
Jungwon leaned in a little closer, smirking. âFace it, Ni-ki. If it wasnât for me saving your ass last semester, youâd be stuck in the library trying to figure out what went wrong with that failed Firemaking spell.â
Ni-ki grinned wider. âWho says I needed saving? I had it all under control, except for the little incident with the blast-ended skrewtâŚâ
You sighed, realizing that you were witnessing a rivalry of sorts, but one that seemed more like the banter between good friends. It didnât make it any easier to deal with, though. How were you supposed to survive having these two as your project partners?
Okay, turns out you would survive having them as your project partners. Despite their obvious lack of skill in Herbology, they did helpâor at least tried to. Both of them seemed strangely determined, which you quickly realized wasnât out of pure goodwill but out of a mutual fear of failing the subject. For what reason, you didnât know, but the way they occasionally exchanged nervous glances during Professor Sproutâs lectures told you there was more to it than they were letting on.
What you did know, however, was that they were a surprisingly funny duo. Whether it was Ni-ki accidentally knocking over a pot of bouncing bulb roots and blaming it on Jungwon, or Jungwon deadpanning as he handed you a watering can he had accidentally charmed to spray in every direction but the plants, they somehow managed to turn the tedious project into something⌠enjoyable.
âYou were supposed to prune it, not scare it to death!â you groaned, staring at the now-drooping Flutterby bush in Ni-kiâs hands.
âItâs not dead! Itâs just taking a nap!â Ni-ki argued, holding it up defensively.
âSure,â Jungwon interjected with a smirk. âBecause plants definitely sleep like that.â He gestured at the pitiful bush, which was half dangling out of its pot.
âDo you want to take over?â Ni-ki shot back, raising an eyebrow. âOh wait, you canât even tell the difference between a Shrivelfig and a gourd!â
Jungwon didnât miss a beat. âAnd yet, Iâm still doing better than you.â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips. Somehow, their antics made it easy for you to relax and talk to them, like youâd known them since your first year at Hogwarts. They had this way of making you feel included in their little bubble of chaos, like you were already part of their circle of friends.
The three of you spent hours in the greenhouse, working on the projectâand while there was plenty of bickering and mishaps, you couldnât deny how much easier it was to get through with them.
Surprisingly, you all managed to finish the project on time, even if a few mishaps happened along the wayâand even if a few unfortunate plants didnât make it. The Flutterby bush never quite recovered from Ni-kiâs aggressive pruning, and Jungwon accidentally overwatered the Fanged Geranium, which resulted in a small flood and several frantic minutes of dodging snapping leaves. But somehow, against all odds, you pulled it together.
What shocked you most wasnât just that the project was finished, but that you actually enjoyed your time with them. Sure, they were a pair of chaotic distractions half the time, but their constant banter and ridiculous antics made the whole ordeal much more bearable than youâd expected. It was easy to laugh with them, easy to talk to them about random things that had nothing to do with Herbology. Somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like a school assignment and started feeling like⌠fun.
When Professor Sprout handed back your marks, you almost didnât believe it. The three of you passed the project with flying colors.
âSee?â Ni-ki said smugly, leaning back in his chair and flashing a grin at you and Jungwon. âI told you weâd ace it.â
âYou told us nothing,â Jungwon deadpanned, elbowing him lightly. âIf it werenât for me, you wouldnât have even known which end of a Mandrake to pull.â
Ni-ki scoffed. âIf it werenât for me, youâd still be trying to figure out how to trim the Devilâs Snare without getting strangled.â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head at the two of them. âIf it werenât for me, neither of you wouldâve made it past the planning stage.â
They both paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. âFair enough,â Jungwon said with a small grin.
âYeah,â Ni-ki added, nudging you playfully. âGuess you did help us.â
You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. They might have been annoying, chaotic, and occasionally useless when it came to Herbology, but you had to admitâworking with them had been fun.
And you honestly thought that was itâthat after the Herbology project, you wouldnât have to worry about Ni-ki and Jungwon anymore. Theyâd go back to their own lives, and youâd go back to yours, free of their chaos. But clearly, you were wrong.
The very next day, you were calmly walking toward the Great Hall for lunch, your mind blissfully occupied with thoughts of pumpkin pasties and butterbeer, when a loud BOOM echoed through the hallway behind you. The ground shook slightly, and the smell of smoke began to fill the air.
You froze, eyes widening as you turned around. Before you could even process what had happened, the rapid sound of footsteps thundered in your direction. Your gasp caught in your throat as you saw themâJungwon and Ni-kiâsprinting down the corridor with wild, panicked looks on their faces.
âRun! Letâs go, letâs go!â Ni-ki shouted, his voice loud and urgent.
Before you could even ask what was going on, they spotted you. Without missing a beat, they grabbed youâNi-ki gripping one arm, Jungwon the otherâand practically dragged you along with them as they continued their frantic escape.
âWait! Whatâwhat are youââ you tried to protest, your feet stumbling to keep up as they pulled you at full speed.
âLetâs go, letâs go, donât stop!â Ni-ki repeated, glancing back over his shoulder like he expected somethingâor someoneâto be chasing you.
âWhat did you two do?â you demanded, the words coming out more like a yell as they yanked you around a corner.
Jungwon was panting but managed to shoot you an innocent look. âNothing serious,â he said, though the faint hint of panic in his voice betrayed him. âJust⌠a minor miscalculation.â
âA miscalculation?! What does that even mean?â
Before either of them could answer, another explosion rang out from somewhere behind you, followed by an angry voice shouting something you couldnât quite make out. Your stomach dropped as realization began to dawn on you.
âDid you two blow something up?â you asked, your voice rising in disbelief.
âNot on purpose!â Ni-ki shot back defensively, still pulling you forward. âWe were just experimenting in the Potions classroomââ
âIt was his idea,â Jungwon interrupted, cutting him off with a pointed look.
âOh, donât even start!â Ni-ki snapped, glaring at him. âYou were the one who said, âLetâs add just a little more firewhiskey to see what happens!ââ
âAnd youâre the one who actually poured it in!â Jungwon countered, his tone exasperated.
You stared at them, completely dumbfounded. This couldnât be real. How had you gone from a peaceful walk to being dragged into yet another one of their disasters in less than two minutes?
âWhy am I even here?!â you shouted, half running, half being dragged.
âBecause,â Jungwon said, shooting you a quick grin despite the chaos, âyouâre our lucky charm. And we figured you wouldnât mind helping us... again.â
âYou figured wrong!â you snapped, but neither of them seemed to care.
All you could do was sigh as they continued dragging you down the hall, their bickering somehow louder than the chaos theyâd left. You were starting to think that surviving the Herbology project was only the beginning of whatever mess these two had planned for your life.
And, well, you were right. After meeting Ni-ki and Jungwon, your once relatively peaceful life became a whirlwind of chaos. Everything they didâeverythingâsomehow ended up involving you, whether you wanted it to or not. It wasnât long before their mischief became a permanent fixture in your day-to-day existence.
If they were planning a prank, they either roped you in to help or youâd somehow stumble across them in the aftermath, frantically trying to help them hide from Filch. And of course, youâd end up covering for them because theyâd flash you those overly innocent smiles that made it impossible to say no.
If they were skipping class, you found yourself torn between making up excuses to the professors on their behalf orâmore often than you cared to admitâbeing dragged along with them. âJust this once,â theyâd promise, only for it to happen again the next week. And the week after that.
If they were goofing around, you were inevitably dragged into it. A simple walk to the library would somehow turn into a duel with floating chocolate frogs in the middle of the corridor. And if they decided to sneak out to Hogsmeade, youâd find yourself sandwiched between them at the Three Broomsticks, half-laughing, half-sighing as they plotted their next big thing.
Even their visits to Hagridâs hut became a regular thing for you. The first time, they claimed they just wanted to âshow you something cool,â but the next thing you knew, you were in Hagridâs hut, trying to dodge a Blast-Ended Skrewt that had gotten a little too excited. It was a miracle you all made it out in one piece.
Somewhere along the way, though, all of the chaos and madness began to feel normal. You couldnât pinpoint exactly when it happened, but youâd become friends with themâreal friends. The kind who stuck by each other, no matter how ridiculous the situation. And, as much as you hated to admit it sometimes, you enjoyed it. They made life more exciting and a lot more fun.
Eventually, the three of you became known across the school as the Mischief Trio. Every time something happenedâwhether it was a dungbomb going off in the middle of a Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch match, a swarm of enchanted paper birds in the library, or Filchâs office mysteriously floodingâit was almost guaranteed that you three were involved in some way. Professors groaned at the sight of you, and other students either avoided you or gravitated toward you, depending on their appetite for trouble.
But no matter how much trouble you got into, you couldnât imagine your life without them. Sure, they drove you crazy most of the time, but they also made Hogwarts feel a little more like home. And you knew youâd always have their backsâjust like theyâd always have yours.
So it wasnât really much of a surprise when you were sitting quietly in the library, diligently working through your Potions notes, and Jungwon suddenly appeared, slipping into the seat across from you. A second later, Ni-ki followed, plopping himself down beside him. Neither said a word, which was unusual. You didnât even lift your head, only glanced at them for a brief second in acknowledgment before returning your attention to your notes.
The silence lingered, and for a moment, you were genuinely surprised. Normally, by now, theyâd have already started whisperingâwell, trying to whisperâabout their latest harebrained idea or grumbled about how boring studying was. It would escalate until Madam Pince would inevitably swoop in with her stern glare and a sharp âSilence!â by which point theyâd be grinning like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But this time, they just sat there, completely quiet.
It was so unlike them that you couldnât help but glance up, a little suspicious. Jungwon was leaning casually back in his chair, flipping idly through a random book heâd grabbed, while Ni-ki seemed to be doodling on a scrap of parchment. Neither of them met your gaze, though you could tell something was up by the way they were both sneaking glances at you from the corners of their eyes.
Before you could say anything, Jungwon slipped something across the tableâa small folded piece of parchment. You frowned, curiosity piqued, and carefully opened it.
We need your help. Meet us at the Astronomy Tower after dinner. Donât tell anyone.
You stared at the note for a moment before glancing up at him. Jungwon raised an eyebrow at you, his expression unreadable but with just enough of a spark in his eyes to make you wary. Beside him, Ni-ki finally looked up from his parchment and gave you an exaggerated thumbs-up, grinning like a kid whoâd just gotten away with stealing a cauldron cake.
âWhat exactly do you need help with?â you whispered, narrowing your eyes at them.
Ni-ki quickly shushed you, his grin widening. âNot here,â he muttered, gesturing around dramatically as if someone might be listening. âJust come later, and weâll explain everything.â
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âWhy do I feel like this is going to get me into trouble?â
âBecause it probably will,â Jungwon said with a small, unapologetic shrug. âBut thatâs part of the fun, isnât it?â
You gave him a flat look, but he and Ni-ki just grinned at you, their expressions far too innocent for comfort. Whatever they had planned, you already knew it wasnât going to be anything good. And yet, you knew youâd end up going.
Because somehow, they always managed to drag you along.
So, you did end up going to the Astronomy Tower after dinner, half-expecting to find them already waiting for you. But when you arrived, the place was empty. The cool night air swept through the open windows as you looked around, your footsteps echoing faintly against the stone floor.
"Jungwon? Ni-ki?" you whispered, peering into the shadows. No response.
You frowned, waiting for a few minutes, debating whether youâd been pranked. Then, the faint sound of stone shifting caught your attention. Whipping your head around, you scanned the roomâand almost screamed when you saw a hole opening in the stone wall near your leg.
âRelax,â Ni-kiâs grinning face popped out of the hole, his head tilted mischievously. His voice was almost too casual for someone emerging from a secret passage. âItâs just me. Come on, get in.â
âWhatâNi-ki? What isâhow did you evenââ you stammered, taking a step back as he motioned for you to follow.
âNo time for questions. Just get in,â he urged, already reaching out to grab your ankle.
âWait, get in where?â you asked, taking a cautious step closer, only for him to start pulling you toward the hole. âNi-ki, this is insaneâwhat is evenââ
âJust trust me!â he said with a grin, dragging you through the opening before you could protest further.
You stumbled into the narrow passageway as Ni-ki pushed the stone slab back into place behind you, sealing off the entrance as if it had never been there. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down a spiraling stone staircase, the air growing colder as you descended.
âThis better not be a prank,â you muttered, more to yourself than to him.
âOh, itâs not,â he said, his voice carrying a suspiciously gleeful undertone.
Finally, you reached a small, dimly lit room, the stone walls lined with shelves holding jars of unidentifiable substances. In the middle of the room sat Jungwon, surrounded by an assortment of ingredients, potion books, and a bubbling cauldron. The faint greenish glow of the potion illuminated his face as he looked up at you with a sheepish grin.
âYou made it,â he said simply, as if youâd just arrived for a casual study session.
Ni-ki let go of your wrist and plopped down beside Jungwon, motioning for you to sit. You hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering yourself onto the floor. As you settled in, your eyes darted to the mess of potion ingredients scattered around the roomâlacewing flies, leeches, powdered bicorn horn, boomslang skin.
Your stomach dropped as you recognized the familiar list of items. Glancing at one of the potion books lying open beside Jungwon, your suspicion was confirmed.
They were making Polyjuice Potion.
âAre you two insane?â you hissed, your voice sharp but quiet. âYou do know this is against the rules, right?â
âRules?â Ni-ki scoffed, waving you off as if youâd just told him the sky was blue. âOnly if we get caught.â
âAnd weâre not going to get caught,â Jungwon added confidently, gesturing toward the cauldron. âWeâve been careful. No one even knows weâre down here.â
You stared at them, utterly baffled. âWhy are you even making Polyjuice Potion? What could you possibly need it for?â
They exchanged a quick glance, and you immediately knew you werenât going to like their answer.
âWellâŚâ Ni-ki started, dragging out the word as if trying to figure out how to phrase it.
Jungwon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âWe just⌠need to, uh, borrow someoneâs identity for a bit.â
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âWhose?â
Ni-ki grinned, clearly finding the entire situation amusing. âYouâll find out soon enough.â
âAbsolutely not,â you said, shaking your head. âI want no part in this. You two are going to get expelled if anyone finds out!â
âRelax,â Ni-ki said, leaning back against the wall. âWeâve got it under control.â
âYou donât even have it finished yet, do you?â you said, gesturing to the messy pile of jars and powders.
âWell, no,â Jungwon admitted, his tone hesitant. âThatâs⌠kind of where you come in.â
You groaned, already regretting every decision that had led you to this moment. âOf course it is.â
âWe just need a little help,â Ni-ki said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âAnd who better to help than the smartest person we know?â
You glared at him. âFlattery isnât going to work.â
âCome on,â Jungwon said, his voice annoyingly reasonable. âYouâve already helped us so many times. Whatâs one more?â
âOne more? This is Polyjuice Potion weâre talking about!â you hissed, staring at them, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as they launched into a chorus of pleading.
âPlease,â Ni-ki whined, dragging out the word like a child denied dessert. âJust this onceâwell, technically not just this onceâbut, you know, this timeâs important!â
âVery important,â Jungwon chimed in, nodding solemnly.
You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. âImportant? You mean ârecklessâ and âcompletely unnecessary.ââ
Ni-ki pouted dramatically, scooting closer to you on his knees. âCome on, donât be like that! Youâre our only hope.â
âIâm serious. This isnât happening,â you said firmly, your voice unwavering.
But then Jungwon joined in, mirroring Ni-kiâs position on your other side. Now you were flanked by both of them, their faces far too close for comfort, with matching grins.
âPretty please?â Jungwon said, tilting his head and batting his lashes like he was trying to win some sort of charm contest.
âWith chocolate frogs on top?â Ni-ki added, leaning in with a cheeky smirk.
You glanced between them, your eyes narrowing as they started piling on the dramatics.
âYouâre the best at brewing potions!â Jungwon said, nudging your arm.
âAnd the smartest,â Ni-ki added, nudging your other arm.
âWay better at this than us,â Jungwon continued, his tone dripping with faux admiration.
âAnd letâs be realâyouâre kind of already involved, so why not just see it through?â Ni-ki finished, his grin turning downright devilish.
You rolled your eyes. âYou mean you two dragged me into this against my will. Thatâs not the same thing as being âinvolved.ââ
âDetails,â Jungwon said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
âCome on,â Ni-ki teased, leaning so close that you instinctively leaned back. âWeâre your friends, remember? What kind of friend would you be if you didnât help us out?â
âYeah, what kind of friend?â Jungwon echoed, his voice dripping with mock hurt.
You glared at them, your resolve faltering slightly as they both gave you identical puppy-dog eyes. They knew exactly what they were doing, and unfortunately, you knew exactly how this would end.
âYou two are the worst,â you muttered under your breath, looking down at the potion book in front of you.
âDoes that mean youâll help?â Ni-ki asked, his grin widening in triumph.
âUgh, fine,â you groaned, throwing your hands in the air. âBut if we get caught, Iâm telling them it was all your idea.â
âDeal,â Jungwon said quickly, already flipping to the next page of the book.
Ni-ki threw an arm around your shoulders, grinning ear to ear. âKnew youâd come through for us.â
You sighed, wondering for the millionth time how you always let them talk you into these things. If Hogwarts ever handed out awards for bad decisions, you were pretty sure youâd win one.
You sighed for the umpteenth time as you carefully added a pinch of powdered bicorn horn into the bubbling cauldron. The potion hissed softly as the powder dissolved, releasing a faint green wisp of smoke. Ni-ki and Jungwon sat on either side of you, their usual antics subdued for once as they watched you work, their eyes glued to your every move like you were performing some kind of ancient magic ritual.
"Can you two stop staring at me like that?" you muttered without looking up, your voice edged with exasperation.
"We're just... observing," Jungwon said innocently, though the small smirk on his lips betrayed him.
"Yeah, gotta make sure you're doing it right," Ni-ki added with a teasing lilt.
You shot them both a sharp look. "Oh, I'm the one you're worried about messing this up? Let me remind you whose brilliant idea this was."
Ni-ki grinned, leaning closer. "Exactly. Which is why we need you to handle itâyouâre way better at this than weâd ever be. Right, Jungwon?"
Jungwon nodded seriously, though his gaze didnât waver from the potion. "Yeah. If it were up to us, weâd probably blow something up by now."
You couldnât argue with that. They had the combined attention span of a niffler in a jewelry shop.
"Just donât distract me," you muttered, carefully stirring the potion clockwise. "If you make me mess this up, weâll have to start all over again, and I am not spending another night like this with you two."
"Aw, you love spending time with us," Ni-ki teased, leaning his chin on his hand as he continued to watch you.
You didnât dignify that with a response, instead focusing on the precise instructions in the book. Step by step, you added each ingredient, your movements careful and deliberate. Occasionally, youâd glance at the timer Jungwon had set, making sure everything was timed perfectly.
As the potion began to turn the intended muddy brown color, a sign that it was nearing completion, you let out a small breath of relief.
"Wow," Ni-ki said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was softer, almost genuine for once. "Youâre, like... really good at this."
You glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Donât sound so surprised."
"Iâm not," he said quickly, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "But watching you work is kind of impressive."
Jungwon nodded in agreement, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare moment of sincerity. "Yeah. Weâd be completely hopeless without you."
For a moment, their compliments caught you off guard. You felt heat rising to your cheeks, but you quickly masked it by focusing on the potion again.
"Well, maybe next time, donât drag me into something like this again, and I wonât have to save your butts," you said, though your tone lacked its usual sharpness.
Ni-ki chuckled. "Whereâs the fun in that?"
Jungwon leaned closer, resting his elbows on the table. "You wouldnât leave us to fend for ourselves, though. Admit itâyouâd miss us."
You rolled your eyes, stirring the potion one last time. "Iâd miss the peace and quiet more."
They both laughed, and for a brief moment, the room felt lighter. As chaotic as they were, you couldnât deny that there was something oddly comforting about their presence, even when they were dragging you into one ridiculous situation after another.
"Alright," you said finally, stepping back and wiping your hands on your robes. "The potionâs doneâfor now. It needs to sit for a month before itâs ready to use."
"A month?" Ni-ki groaned, slumping back against the wall dramatically.
Jungwon raised an eyebrow. "Did you even read the instructions before planning this?"
"Of course I did!" Ni-ki said, though his expression said otherwise.
You shook your head, gathering up the leftover ingredients. "Typical. Anyway, you two better figure out what youâre actually going to use this for. Iâm not getting involved beyond this point."
"Sure youâre not," Jungwon said with a knowing smirk.
Ni-ki grinned, leaning forward with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, weâll see about that."
You rolled your eyes, brushing off your robes as you stood up, ready to leave this chaotic duo behind for the night. "Well, good luck with your little plan or whatever. Iâm going to pretend I was never here."
But before you could take more than a step, Jungwon was suddenly on his feet, grabbing your wrist with a firm but gentle grip.
"Wait," he said, his eyes bright with excitement.
You raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and Ni-ki. "What now? I already did what you wanted. Iâm not doing anything else."
Jungwon grinned, ignoring your protests entirely. "We want to show you something."
You blinked, confused. "Show me what?"
"Youâll see," Ni-ki chimed in, already moving and motioned for Jungwon to hurry up.
"Come on," Jungwon said, tugging on your wrist before you could protest further.
Sighing, you let yourself be dragged along, too tired to argue. "This better not get me into more trouble."
"No promises," Ni-ki called over his shoulder, a teasing lilt in his voice as he disappeared down the corridor.
The three of you navigated through the dark, winding passageways beneath the castle, the air cool and slightly damp. You had no idea where they were taking you, but you couldnât help but feel a flicker of curiosity.
After what felt like ages of walking, Ni-ki and Jungwon came to a stop in front of a narrow staircase that spiraled upward.
"Here we are," Ni-ki announced, gesturing grandly.
You frowned, looking up the staircase. "Where exactly is here?"
"Youâll see," Jungwon said, his grin widening as he nudged you toward the stairs.
With an annoyed sigh, you reluctantly began to climb, Jungwon following close behind while Ni-ki took the lead. When you finally reached the top, Ni-ki pushed open a small wooden door, and you stepped out into the cool night air.
Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. You were on a secluded rooftop of the castle, the view stretching out over the Hogwarts grounds. The Forbidden Forest loomed dark and mysterious in the distance, and the Black Lake shimmered faintly under the light of the moon.
"Whoa," you breathed, momentarily forgetting your irritation.
"Told you it was worth it," Jungwon said, his tone softer now as he stepped up beside you.
Ni-ki plopped down on the edge of the rooftop, his legs dangling over the side as he leaned back on his hands. "We found this spot last year. Nobody ever comes up here. Itâs kind of... ours."
"Well, now itâs ours," Jungwon corrected, shooting you a smile.
You glanced between the two of them, your heart softening despite yourself. For all their chaos and mischief, they had a knack for moments like thisâmoments that made you glad you were friends with them.ĂĽ
"So," Ni-ki said, breaking the silence, "what do you think? Worth the trek?"
You gave him a small smile, finally letting your guard down. "Yeah... itâs pretty amazing."
Jungwon leaned back against the wall, a satisfied grin on his face. "Knew youâd like it."
The three of you sat there for a while, just sharing a quiet night under the stars.
--
Well, you would love to say that the month waiting for the Polyjuice Potion to set was peaceful.
But that would be a lie.
No, the so-called "peaceful waiting period" turned into absolute chaos. Since Ni-ki and Jungwon couldn't carry out their grand plan just yetâone they still refused to tell you about, claiming it was a "surprise"âthey apparently decided to channel their boredom into wreaking havoc around the castle.
The professors were on edge, constantly looking over their shoulders for the next disaster. Filch was more paranoid than ever, skulking through the hallways with his lantern, muttering about "those blasted kids." Even the ghosts seemed jumpier than usual, drifting through walls with wary expressions, as though they'd had enough of the two troublemakers.
And somehow, no matter what you were doing, you always managed to get roped into their schemes.
Youâd lost count of how many times youâd accidentally stumbled upon them in the middle of one of their rule-breaking escapades. It was like you had some sort of invisible string tying you to their chaos. Youâd walk into a corridor or step into an empty classroom, minding your own business, only to find them hunched over a suspicious-looking contraption or whispering excitedly about their next prank.
The moment they spotted you, it was over.
"Perfect timing!" Ni-ki would exclaim, as if youâd planned to walk in on them.
"Donât just stand thereâhelp us!" Jungwon would add, usually while pushing something heavy or fumbling with something clearly not meant to be in a studentâs hands.
And no matter how much you protested, no matter how loudly you declared that you wanted nothing to do with their shenanigans, youâd inevitably end up being dragged into it.
One time, youâd walked into the library, thinking youâd finally get a peaceful moment to study. Instead, you found them standing in the Restricted Section, both of them holding an armful of books they definitely werenât supposed to have.
âWhat are you doing?!â you hissed, glancing around to make sure Madam Pince wasnât nearby.
âResearch,â Ni-ki said simply, dropping the books onto a nearby table with a loud thud.
âFor what?â you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
He grinned. âClass stuff. You wouldnât understand.â
Jungwon, on the other hand, looked at you with a completely straight face. âHeâs lying. Weâre looking up forbidden spells.â
You groaned. âWhy do I even bother?â
Another time, you were walking back to your dorm after dinner, only to see Filch sprinting down the corridor in the opposite direction, his face red with fury. Moments later, Ni-ki and Jungwon rounded the corner, both breathless and laughing, carrying what looked like an entire box of dungbombs.
You froze. âNope. Not happening. I donât even want to knowââ
But before you could finish, they grabbed you by the arms and dragged you into an alcove, whispering something about "keeping watch" while they set up their latest prank.
âDo I look like I want detention?â you hissed, glaring at them.
Ni-ki just grinned. âCome on, youâre part of the team now. This is bonding.â
âThis is stupidity,â you shot back, though you reluctantly stood guard while they did whatever it was they were doing.
And then there was the time in the Great Hall. You were just trying to enjoy breakfast, eating your toast in peace, when suddenly a flock of enchanted paper cranes came swooping down from the ceiling, diving and swirling around the students. The Hall erupted into chaos as people swatted at the cranes, which were apparently charmed to sing obnoxiously off-key.
You didnât need to look far to figure out who was responsible. Sure enough, Ni-ki and Jungwon were sitting a few seats away, barely holding back their laughter as they watched the scene unfold.
âYou two are going to get expelled,â you muttered as you sat down next to them, shooting them both a glare.
âWorth it,â Ni-ki said, grinning as a crane landed on his shoulder.
âTotally worth it,â Jungwon agreed, taking a bite of his toast as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Did you gravitate toward them or something? Because no matter how hard you tried to stay out of their messes, you always seemed to end up right in the middle of them.
And yet, despite the chaos, despite the rule-breaking, and despite the constant time spent in detention... you couldnât help but laugh. They made it impossible not to.
--
You were generally just trying to mind your own business, walking through the dimly lit hallway near Filchâs office, when you spotted them.
Ni-ki and Jungwon stood just a few feet away, both leaning casually against the wall like they didnât have a care in the world. Which wouldâve been believableâif not for the way their eyes darted around like they were scanning for witnesses. They somehow looked both innocent and highly suspicious at the same time, a combination that never boded well.
Your instincts immediately kicked in: Turn around. Walk away. Pretend you didnât see anything.
But, of course, luck wasnât on your side.
Ni-kiâs head shot up, his sharp eyes catching you before you could even take a single step back. âHey! You!â he called out, grinning like heâd just won the lottery.
You groaned audibly, muttering, âWhy me?â
Before you could say anything else, Ni-ki was already jogging over to you, his excitement practically radiating off him. âCome on, come on,â he said eagerly, grabbing your arm and tugging you toward Jungwon.
âDo I have to come?â you asked weakly, already knowing the answer.
Ni-ki didnât even bother responding. He just pulled you along as you let out a resigned sigh, casting one last glance at the exit youâd never make it to.
When you finally reached Jungwon, you gave them both a pointed look. âAlright, what are you two planning this time?â
Jungwon didnât say anything at first. Instead, he pulled out a folded piece of parchment, his grin spreading mischievously. Holding it in one hand, he drew his wand with the other.
âI solemnly swear I am up to no good,â he said softly, his voice practically dripping with mischief as he tapped the parchment.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as the blank parchment shimmered and began to transform, intricate lines and scribbles spreading across it like ink soaking into paper. A moment later, you realized it was a mapâan incredibly detailed map of Hogwarts.
Your jaw dropped as you leaned closer, watching names begin to pop up across the surface, tiny dots moving around the corridors and rooms. Students, professors... even Filch and Mrs. Norris were labeled as they wandered the castle.
âWhat theâ?!â you gasped, utterly shocked. âWhere did you get this?â
Ni-ki leaned in close, his chin practically resting on your head. You felt his full weight press on your back as he grinned. âA trickster never reveals their secrets,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
You grumbled in annoyance, trying to shove him off. âWill you get off me?â
He smirked, clearly enjoying your irritation, and stayed exactly where he was. Curse his heightâand the fact that he was impossible to move when he didnât want to be moved. With a resigned sigh, you let him rest there, shooting him a glare he just ignored.
Meanwhile, Jungwon pointed at the map, his grin taking on a distinctly cat-like quality. âLook,â he said, his finger tracing a path on the parchment.
You followed his gaze and froze. There, on the map, was Filch. He was several hallways away, but he was moving steadily in your general direction.
âPerfect,â Jungwon murmured, his grin widening as his eyes sparkled with mischief.
You gave him a wary look. âWhy do I feel like Iâm about to regret being here?â
âYouâll be fine,â Ni-ki said breezily, still leaning on you like it was the most natural thing in the world. âYouâre one of us now, remember?â
âThatâs what Iâm afraid of,â you muttered under your breath, your eyes flicking back to the map as the ominous dot labeled Filch continued to move closer.
Whatever they were planning, you had a sinking feeling it was going to end with you all running for your lives. Again.
So you stood there in stunned silence, half-expecting to wake up from a bizarre dream, as Jungwon and Ni-ki expertly worked together like they had done this a thousand times before.
Jungwon was the distraction. With a flick of his wand, he whispered a Muffliato charm, ensuring Filch wouldnât hear the chaos unfolding in his own office. Meanwhile, Ni-ki was crouched by the lock, muttering a soft Alohomora under his breath. The click of the door unlocking sent a pang of dread straight to your stomach.
"Are we seriously doing this?" you hissed, still frozen outside the office door.
Ni-ki smirked as he pushed it open. "Oh, weâre way past asking that question."
Before you could argue, Jungwon grabbed your arm and pulled you in, shutting the door behind you with a silent wave of his wand. You stared at them as they got to work.
Jungwon headed straight for Filchâs desk, pulling out drawers and rifling through papers like he was on a scavenger hunt. Meanwhile, Ni-ki found the confiscated items cabinet, letting out an impressed whistle as he examined its contents. âWow, Filch really doesnât like fun, huh? Half of this stuff is just Zonkoâs products.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose. âYouâre going to get us all expelled.â
âCorrection,â Jungwon said without looking up. âWeâll only get expelled if we get caught.â
âHelpful,â you deadpanned, crossing your arms as you watched him pull out a particularly nasty-looking parchment.
âAh-ha!â Jungwon exclaimed, holding up the paper triumphantly. âThe list of confiscated items! This is gold. Imagine what we can do with this.â
You opened your mouth to ask what exactly he planned to do with it, but Ni-ki interrupted by shoving a colorful box in your hands. âLook at this! Itâs one of those fireworks from Weasleyâs Wizard Wheezes. Filch had no business taking this away.â
Before you could respond, Ni-ki grabbed another handful of glittery objects from the cabinet and threw them into a sack heâd conjured from thin air. You groaned.
âAnd what are we going to do with all this stuff?â you asked, already dreading the answer.
Ni-ki gave you a mischievous grin, holding up a handful of confetti. âOh, we have plans.â
The next thirty minutes were a blur of pure chaos.
Jungwon enchanted the ceiling to rain confetti every time someone entered the office. Ni-ki, on the other hand, seemed to have a vendetta against Filchâs desk, which was now buried under a mountain of glitter, enchanted to sparkle like a thousand stars under torchlight. You triedâreally, you didâto stop them, but they ignored you completely, too caught up in their gleeful destruction.
âOh, and this will be the pièce de rĂŠsistance,â Ni-ki said, holding up a firework and sticking it in the middle of Filchâs desk like a centerpiece. âTimed to go off the moment he sits down.â
âBrilliant,â Jungwon agreed, stepping back to admire their handiwork with a proud smile.
You stared at the chaos surrounding you. Filchâs office looked like a carnival had exploded in it. Glitter covered every surface, the confetti charm was in full effect, and there were at least three forbidden spells buzzing quietly in the air.
âThis is... insane,â you muttered, shaking your head.
âInsanely fun, you mean,â Ni-ki corrected, slinging an arm around your shoulders. âCome on, admit it. Youâre impressed.â
âIâm horrified,â you shot back.
Jungwon checked the Marauderâs Map, his grin turning slightly panicked. âUh, we should probably go. Filch is coming back.â
At that, Ni-ki straightened, grabbing the sack of confiscated items. âAlright, letâs move. You coming, partner-in-crime?â he asked, looking down at you with that maddening grin of his.
You groaned but followed as they bolted for the door, the three of you slipping out just in time. You could hear Filchâs grumbling in the distance as you sprinted down the hall.
When you finally stopped running, out of breath and covered in a faint layer of glitter, Ni-ki turned to you with a triumphant grin. âSee? That wasnât so bad.â
Jungwon snorted. âSpeak for yourself. Y/N was ready to disown us back there.â
You glared at them, pointing at the faint trail of glitter that followed you like a beacon. âWeâre all getting detention if this doesnât wash off.â
Ni-ki just shrugged, still grinning. âWorth it.â
You sighed, already preparing yourself for the next disaster theyâd drag you into.
You never really expected to stay friends with them. Honestly, you didnât even know when you had officially crossed the line into friendshipâit just kind of happened. Despite being dragged into their mischief constantly, despite the headaches and the near-expulsions, they had somehow managed to carve a space in your life that you hadnât realized.
And while they were an absolute menace most of the time, there were moments where they surprised you.
Like when you were stuck in the hospital wing after a particularly nasty Quidditch accident, and Ni-ki had snuck in late at night to bring you sweets heâd smuggled from the kitchens. âThought you could use a little sugar rush,â heâd said with a grin, settling down at the edge of your bed like he planned to stay there all night.
Or the time you got a nasty grade on an essay in Transfiguration, and Jungwon, who had perfected the subject, had sat with you for hours helping you revise until you finally understood it. Heâd teased you endlessly, of course, but he still patiently explained things, as though he believed in you even when you didnât.
These small moments added up, painting a picture of your friendship that was as genuine as it was chaotic.
But what you didnât knowâwhat you couldnât knowâwas that their feelings for you ran deeper than friendship.
The way Ni-kiâs teasing became just a little softer when it was directed at you. The way he always found an excuse to stand close, to brush against your shoulder or nudge you playfully, his gaze lingering on you when he thought you werenât looking.
Or the way Jungwon seemed to falter around you in small ways. The way his eyes softened whenever you laughed, or the way his voice always lost a bit of its sharpness when he said your name.
Neither of them had admitted itâmaybe not even to themselvesâbut it was there.
And you, completely unaware, continued to treat them like the troublemaking friends youâd grown so used to, never realizing the turmoil you were unknowingly causing in their hearts.
Eventually, the month was up, and the Polyjuice Potion had finally set.
Jungwon and Ni-ki, as eager as ever, wasted no time dragging you back into the secret passageway where theyâd first revealed their ridiculous plan. Youâd been half-hoping theyâd forgotten about it, or maybe come to their senses, but judging by the gleam in their eyes, you knew better.
Jungwon carefully ladled some of the potion into a glass, the thick, murky liquid swirling ominously. The smell was awfulâlike burnt cabbage and old socksâand you couldnât help but scrunch your nose in disgust.
"Are you sure about this?" you asked, eyeing the potion warily.
"Positive," Jungwon said, far too confidently for someone about to drink something that could very well land him in the hospital wingâor worse.
Ni-ki leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like this was the best entertainment heâd had all year. "Go on, Jungwon. Bottoms up."
With a deep breath and a glance at the both of you, Jungwon tipped the glass back and downed the potion in one swift gulp. Almost immediately, he doubled over, clutching his stomach as his body began to shift and change.
You and Ni-ki stepped back instinctively, watching in both awe and horror as Jungwonâs dark hair lightened to a sandy brown, his frame stretched slightly taller, and his features rearranged themselves into something alarmingly familiar.
When he straightened up, you found yourself face-to-face with the Gryffindor prefect.
"What," you said flatly, blinking at him as your brain struggled to process what you were seeing.
Jungwonânow looking and sounding exactly like the Gryffindor prefectâgrinned. "What do you think? Pretty convincing, huh?"
You stared at him, dumbfounded. "Youâre him. Youâre literally him."
Ni-ki let out a loud laugh, slapping his knee. "This is incredible. You even nailed his âholier-than-thouâ smirk." He clapped his hands together, grinning like heâd just won the lottery. "Absolutely flawless. Ten out of ten. You could fool anyone."
Still reeling, you turned to Ni-ki, your voice rising. "What is this plan, exactly? What are you two planning to do now that Jungwon looks like the Gryffindor prefect?"
Ni-kiâs grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, right. About thatâŚ" He stepped closer, lowering his voice as though he were about to share the worldâs best-kept secret.
You crossed your arms, waiting impatiently.
"We," he began, drawing out the word dramatically, "are going to change the Gryffindor common room password."
You blinked. "You made me brew a highly risky potionârisked detention and possible expulsion just to change the password to the Gryffindor common room?"
"Exactly!" Ni-ki exclaimed, throwing his hands up as if to emphasize his point. "Gryffindorâs been unbearable ever since they won the last Quidditch match. Rubbing it in everyoneâs faces, strutting around like theyâre the kings of the castleâ"
Jungwon, now examining his new appearance in a nearby reflective surface, chimed in, "Which theyâre not, by the way."
Ni-ki shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Itâs payback. Justice if you would say."
Jungwon, nodded solemnly. "Itâs about the principle."
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. "You two are insane. Do you have any idea how much trouble youâll be in if you get caught?"
Ni-ki leaned closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Thatâs why we wonât get caught."
"Uh-huh," you deadpanned, entirely unconvinced. "And if the real Gryffindor prefect shows up?"
Ni-ki waved you off. "Thatâs why weâve got a lookout."
"Whoâs the lookout?" you asked warily.
Ni-ki gave you a pointed look, his grin widening mischievously.
"No," you said immediately, stepping back. "Absolutely not. I am not going to be the lookout for this ridiculous plan."
"Come on," Ni-ki whined, grabbing your arm and giving you a pleading look. "Youâre the only one we trust for the job. Plus, youâre great at pretending you donât know us if things go south."
"Thatâs not a compliment," you snapped, but Ni-ki just laughed.
"Please!!!" Jungwon said, and despite the fact that his face wasnât his own, his tone was still undeniably his. "We need you."
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. They were absolutely impossible. Still, as much as you wanted to walk away and leave them to their ridiculous plan, you knew you wouldnât. "I canât believe Iâm even here for this."
Ni-ki slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Come on, Y/N. Whereâs your sense of adventure?"
"Buried under my sense of self-preservation," you muttered, but neither of them seemed to care.
"Boooring!" Ni-ki said immediately, grabbing your shoulders and steering you toward the entrance of the secret passage. "Now, letâs go. Weâve got a password to change."
You groaned, already regretting every life choice that had led you to this moment.
You all snuck out of the astronomy tower heading toward the Gryffindor Tower with hushed footsteps and quick glances over your shoulders. Jungwonâstill posing as the Gryffindor prefectâwas striding ahead with a perfect air of authority, his shoulders squared, and his expression sharp.
You and Ni-ki, on the other hand, trailed behind him with exaggeratedly guilty faces.
"Slouch more," Jungwon hissed over his shoulder, his voice clipped and stern. "Youâre supposed to look like youâve been caught red-handed."
"I am slouching!" Ni-ki shot back in a loud whisper, looking offended. "Iâm a professional at looking guilty, thank you very much."
You rolled your eyes, muttering, "Not exactly something to be proud of, Ni-ki."
Ni-ki ignored you, but when a group of Gryffindor students turned the corner, his whole demeanor changed in an instant. He widened his eyes, hung his head, and even dragged his feet slightly, looking every bit the part of a student whoâd just been caught in the act of breaking the rules.
Jungwon glared at you both, his performance flawless. "I canât believe the two of you thought stealing sweets from the kitchens was a good idea," he said in a loud, scolding tone that echoed through the corridor.
You couldnât help but cringe at his words. The act was working. The group of Gryffindor students didnât even give you a second glance as they walked by, probably assuming you were just another pair of troublemakers getting told off by a prefect.
As soon as the students disappeared around the corner, Ni-ki snickered, nudging you with his elbow. "See? Weâre naturals."
"Or completely insane," you shot back, still uneasy about the whole plan.
Jungwon, still fully in character, glanced back at you both with a dramatic sigh. "Would you two focus? Weâre almost there."
You tried to steady your nerves as you approached the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Jungwon cleared his throat, adjusted his posture, and stepped forward, looking every bit the part of the Gryffindor prefect he was impersonating.
The Fat Ladyâs eyes opened, and she squinted down at him. "Oh, itâs you. Back already?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
"Yes," Jungwon replied smoothly, his voice mimicking the prefectâs perfectly. "I need to update the password."
You blinked, silently impressed at how calm and composed he sounded.
The Fat Lady raised an eyebrow. "Password? I wasnât informed about any changes."
"It was a last-minute decision," Jungwon said with an air of authority. "The headmasterâs orders. You know how these things go."
The Fat Lady hummed, clearly hesitant but not suspicious enough to question him further. "All right, then. Whatâs the new password?"
Jungwon hesitated for the briefest moment before glancing back at Ni-ki, who grinned like the Cheshire Cat and mouthed, Quidditch losers.
Jungwonâs lips twitched in amusement before he turned back to the Fat Lady, his expression serious. "The new password is... Quidditch glory."
You bit back a snort, realizing Jungwon had changed Ni-kiâs suggestion at the last second to make it less obvious.
The Fat Lady sighed dramatically, as if she had better things to do, and said, "Fine. Password updated. You may enter."
"Thank you," Jungwon said politely, though he made no move to actually enter the common room.
As soon as the portrait swung open, revealing the cozy Gryffindor common room beyond, Jungwon turned to the both of you, a victorious grin spreading across his borrowed face.
"Mission accomplished," he whispered.
"That was way too easy," Ni-ki muttered, his grin matching Jungwonâs.
You crossed your arms, glaring at them both. "Youâre absolutely ridiculous. You know that, right?"
"Maybe," Jungwon said with a shrug, still grinning as he gestured for you both to follow him back down the corridor. "But you canât deny it was brilliant."
While the three of you hurried away from the Gryffindor Tower, you couldnât help but feel reluctant admiration. Theyâd actually pulled it off.
--
The three of you had just barely made it to the dungeon when Ni-ki abruptly stopped in his tracks, throwing his arms out dramatically. Unfortunately, you and Jungwon were too close behind him to react in time, and the result was a chaotic collision that sent all three of you toppling to the floor in a heap of limbs and groans.
"Ni-ki, what the hell?!" Jungwon hissed, his voice low but seething as he tried to untangle himself from the mess. "Why did you stopâ"
Ni-ki clamped a hand over Jungwonâs mouth, his eyes wide with panic. "Shh!" he whispered harshly, pointing down the corridor.
You followed his gaze and felt your stomach drop. There, standing just ahead, were the Gryffindor prefect and Snape. Talking together.
Oops.
Jungwon immediately shut up, his annoyance replaced by alarm. The three of you scrambled to your feet in a flurry of panic, trying not to make a sound. Without wasting a moment, Ni-ki and Jungwon each grabbed one of your arms and dragged you into the shadows, finding a small alcove to hide in.
Before you could even catch your breath, you were being pressed up against the cold stone wall, Ni-ki and Jungwon on either side of you, their bodies shielding you from view.
"Could you two not squish me?" you muttered under your breath, glaring up at them.
"Would you rather get caught by Snape?" Ni-ki shot back, not taking his eyes off the corridor as he peeked out nervously. "No? Then shut it."
You huffed but stayed quiet, noticing how tense Ni-kiâs shoulders were. He was keeping a sharp eye on Snape and the prefect, ready to make a run for it if needed.
Meanwhile, Jungwon, who was on your other side, was shifting uncomfortably. You glanced up at him and froze when you noticed his face. His features were no longer those of the Gryffindor prefectâthey were morphing back into his own, the effects of the Polyjuice Potion clearly wearing off.
Jungwon groaned softly, clutching his stomach as he leaned forward, pressing his face into the crook of your neck for support. You stiffened at the sudden closeness, your hand instinctively patting his back in a futile attempt to comfort him.
"Jungwon," you whispered, worried. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he mumbled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "Just... feels weird."
"Ugh, youâre so dramatic," Ni-ki muttered, glancing back at you two briefly before turning his attention back to the corridor. "Youâll be fine in like two seconds. Just donât throw up onâ"
"Ni-ki, shut up," Jungwon snapped, though his voice was muffled against your neck.
You sighed, your free hand still awkwardly patting his back. "This is ridiculous," you muttered under your breath.
"I hereby declare that is your everyday quote," Ni-ki quipped with a smirk, though his expression quickly turned serious as he peeked out again. "Theyâre still there. Snape looks like heâs about to murder someoneâwait, no thatâs just his normal face expression."
Jungwon groaned again, and you felt him lean more of his weight against you. Curse his height. He wasnât heavy, but having him this close was flustering you more than you wanted to admit.
"Okay, seriously," you hissed, glaring at Ni-ki, "can we not just stay here forever? Do something!"
"Oh sure," Ni-ki whispered sarcastically, glancing back at you with an incredulous look. "Why donât I just go up to Snape and ask him how his day was? Brilliant plan."
"Ni-ki, I swearâ"
"Guys," Jungwon interrupted, his voice steadier now. He finally pulled back from your neck, his features fully his own again. He stood up straight, though he still looked a little pale. "I think theyâre leaving."
All three of you froze, holding your breaths as you listened. Sure enough, the sound of Snapeâs low voice and the prefectâs murmured responses grew fainter, followed by the faint echo of footsteps retreating down the corridor.
Ni-ki let out a dramatic sigh of relief. "Finally. I thought we were done for."
Jungwon rubbed his face, still looking a little worse for wear. "That was way too close."
"You think?" you said, glaring at them both. "If weâd been caught, I wouldâve been the one blamed, thanks to you two dragging me into this mess."
"Aw, but you love us," Ni-ki said with a cheeky grin, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes. "Iâm seriously reconsidering that."
Jungwon smirked, finally looking a bit more like himself again. "Come on, letâs get out of here before someone else shows up."
And just as Jungwon finished speaking, the grating, maniacal laughter of Peeves echoed through the corridor. The sound made all three of you freeze, and before you could react, the troublemaking poltergeist popped out of the stone floor with a giggle, his mischievous eyes gleaming.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Peeves crooned, eyeing the three of you with a grin. His voice echoed off the walls, and you couldn't help but feel a slight chill. "My favorite students, looking so cozy together. Whatâs the occasion?"
You all exchanged a glance, not sure whether to run or stay. Jungwon narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to look unbothered, while Ni-ki rolled his eyes dramatically. "What do you want, Peeves?" he asked, arms crossing over his chest.
Peeves floated around you, his presence more annoying than anything. "Oh, nothing much," he said, his voice high-pitched with glee. "Just wondered if youâve got any new pranks up your sleeves, eh? Or is it something more... personal going on here?" He wiggled his eyebrows, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.
Ni-ki glanced at Jungwon and then shrugged. "Weâll tell you when the time comes," he said, clearly uninterested in revealing too much to the troublesome ghost.
But Peeves wasn't done yet. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he started to circle the three of you like a hawk. "Oh, I see!" he giggled, pointing a bony finger at each of you in turn. "Someone's got tension!" He practically cackled with delight, floating in a circle around you as he grinned widely. "Little love triangle, eh? How exciting! You two," he pointed at Jungwon and Ni-ki, "are practically glued to her, and they canât get enough of you! Is this the new prank? Get caught up in a web of romantic mischief? Oh, I canât wait to see how this plays out!"
You groaned, your face burning as both Jungwon and Ni-ki tensed up, eyes widening in response.
Peeves continued to cackle as he floated higher, his laughter echoing down the hall. "Iâll be keeping an eye on you, my favorite troublemakers! Iâll be back for the show!" With a final teasing wink, Peeves disappeared through the stone wall with a loud, echoing "Whee!"
You let out a deep sigh, your embarrassment palpable. Jungwon was rubbing his forehead in frustration, and Ni-ki simply looked amused, though there was a hint of irritation in his eyes.
"I swear, Peeves will be the death of us," Jungwon muttered, shaking his head as he turned back to you.
You couldn't help but laugh, despite everything.
And with that, the three of you slipped out of the alcove and hurried back toward the Slytherin common room, your heart still pounding from the close call.
The prank ended exactly how youâd expectedâutter chaos.
A horde of Gryffindors had been locked out of their common room for hours, their frustration echoing down the corridors. The Fat Lady was flustered beyond belief, huffing indignantly about how her painting had been âtampered with,â and the Gryffindor prefect was storming through the castle, barking out accusations with a vengeance.
McGonagallâs sharp eyes had swept through the Great Hall during dinner, suspicion evident in her expression as she tried to pinpoint the culprits. Somehow, though, by some miracle, you, Jungwon, and Ni-ki had remained completely unnoticed.
The three of you had kept your heads down and your poker faces on, acting as if you didnât have a single clue what had happened. You couldnât believe youâd gotten away with it. Again.
Which is exactly what you were currently discussing as you stood in Zonkoâs Joke Shop, watching Jungwon and Ni-ki carefully examine the shelves for their next batch of mischief supplies.
"I still donât understand how we werenât caught," you said, leaning casually against the display of dungbombs as you crossed your arms. "McGonagall knew something was up."
"Thatâs because weâre geniuses," Ni-ki said without looking up from the Extendable Ears he was inspecting. "Obviously."
You snorted. "Right, because geniuses trip over their own feet and nearly get us caught in the process."
"Hey!" Ni-ki turned to you with an exaggerated look of offense. "I saved us. My quick thinking is the only reason we got out of there alive."
"Your quick thinking?" Jungwon interjected, holding up a Puking Pastille for inspection. "Iâm pretty sure my plan got us through the whole thing. You just stood there looking like a lost Kneazle."
Ni-ki huffed and turned his attention back to the shelf. "Youâre both ungrateful. I should stop sharing my brilliance with you."
"Brilliance, huh?" you teased, smirking as you reached over to nudge him. "Thatâs what weâre calling it now?"
Ni-ki shot you a mock glare but didnât move away. In fact, he leaned into you more, resting his elbow lazily on your shoulder as if you were his personal armrest.
You tried to shrug him off. "Ni-ki, get off me. Iâm not furniture."
He grinned, leaning his weight on you even more. "But youâre so sturdy and reliable."
"Sturdy and reliable," you repeated flatly. "Thatâs it. Youâre banned from using me as a leaning post."
"You love it," he teased, winking at you.
Meanwhile, Jungwon was completely unbothered, now inspecting a box of Screaming Yo-yos. "Youâre letting him get away with that?" he said without looking up.
"Iâve given up," you replied, sighing dramatically.
"You shouldâve given up a long time ago," Jungwon said with a chuckle. Then, as if on cue, he reached over and started playing with a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.
"Seriously?" you muttered, glancing between them.
Jungwon just smirked, not stopping as he held your gaze. "What? Iâm bored."
"You two are impossible," you grumbled, though you didnât actually make any effort to stop either of them. This was normal. It was just how things were.
As you scanned the shelves, you spotted a few products that caught your eye. Grinning mischievously, you a few different materials like a pack of Decoy Detonators.
"Thatâs what youâre going with?" Ni-ki asked, glancing at your choices.
"At least Iâm not taking twenty minutes to pick a single product," you shot back, raising an eyebrow at the two of them.
"Hey, these decisions are important," Jungwon said, tossing the Screaming Yo-yos into his own pile.
"Right," you said, rolling your eyes. "Because you totally need three different kinds of itching powder."
"Youâll thank us later," Ni-ki said confidently.
"Oh, Iâm sure," you replied dryly, though you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
"Y/N," Ni-ki called dramatically, spinning toward you with a packet of Nose-Biting Teacups in his hand. "Do you think I should get this? Imagine serving tea to Professor Snape. A little nibble on the nose might do him some good."
You snorted. "Yeah, if you want to end up scrubbing cauldrons for the rest of the year. Iâm not covering for you if you actually go through with that."
"Donât lie. Youâd do it," he said, grinning as he nudged your side with his elbow.
"Youâd fold in two seconds if he gave you the look," Jungwon added, smirking as he placed a jar of Self-Inking Quills into his growing pile of products.
"Excuse me," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Iâve never folded. Unlike you two. Donât think I forgot about the time Snape caught you both in the Potions classroom after hours, and you blamed it on Peeves."
"That was a solid plan," Ni-ki argued, placing a hand on his chest like he was offended.
Jungwon snorted. "It wasnât a plan at all. You just blurted the first thing that came to your mind."
"And it worked," Ni-ki shot back defensively. "He didnât question it, did he?"
"Thatâs because Peeves actually caused a ruckus ten minutes later," you said, shaking your head.
Ni-ki grinned mischievously. "What can I say? Iâm lucky like that."
"Lucky, my foot," Jungwon muttered, shaking his head as he turned to you. "Be honestâwhoâs the bigger liability between the two of us?"
You paused, tilting your head as if you were seriously considering the question. "Do I have to pick just one? Because youâre both pretty equallyâ"
"Oi!" Ni-ki interrupted, poking your arm. "Traitor!"
Jungwon smirked, clearly enjoying your response. "I knew it. Weâre a team of liabilities. Perfect."
"Speak for yourselves," you retorted, pretending to brush off your clothes in mock pride. "Iâm the only one whoâs remotely responsible here."
"Responsible? You?" Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, feigning disbelief. "Letâs rewind to the time you accidentally lit a cauldron on fire in Charms class."
"That was one time," you argued, glaring at him. "And it wasnât my fault! Youâre the one whoâ"
"See?" Jungwon cut in, smirking as he held up a hand to stop you. "The cauldron was calling you a black sheep."
"More like the cauldron was calling me innocent," you quipped back, earning laughs from both of them.
Ni-ki slung an arm around your shoulders, grinning widely. "Youâre hilarious when youâre trying to defend yourself, you know that?"
You rolled your eyes but didnât shrug him off. "And youâre insufferable, but here we are."
"See? Thatâs why we like you," Jungwon said, giving you a small, playful smile as he tapped your forehead lightly with the end of a Decoy Detonator box.
You narrowed your eyes at him, reaching up to swat his hand away. "I feel so honored. Truly."
The three of you dissolved into laughter again, the teasing bouncing between you like a well-practiced routine.
"Alright, mischief-makers," you said finally, glancing at their overflowing piles of joke products. "Are we done here? Or are you planning to bankrupt yourselves buying the entire shop?"
Ni-ki grinned, holding up a box of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. "This? Totally worth going broke for."
"And this," Jungwon added, lifting a set of Decoy Detonators, "is going to make next week very interesting."
You did not doubt it.
That week was very interesting indeed. Not only did Ni-ki and Jungwon set up prank after prank, but they also enlisted Peeves in some of them, which turned everything more chaotic.
One day, they filled the Great Hall with floating soap bubbles that burst into confetti whenever they popped, sending the entire school into fits of laughter (or groans, depending on the person).
However, amidst the chaos, Ni-ki and Jungwon had forgotten a major thing: studying.
By the time they realized it, they were behind on a lot of assignments and homework in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Muggle Studies, and History of Magic. The weight of their neglected schoolwork loomed over them, and the urgency to catch up finally hit.
So, what did they do to catch up? Well, they obviously asked you for help! You, who were currently in the library, reading up on Arithmancy.
You were deeply engrossed in your book when you heard footsteps approaching. Glancing up, you saw Ni-ki and Jungwon, looking sheepish and a bit desperate.
ây/n! Our sweet little genius prodigy,â Ni-ki started, sliding into the seat across from you. Jungwon took the seat next to him, both of them looking at you with pleading eyes.
âYes?â you replied, raising an eyebrow. You had a feeling you knew where this was going.
âWe need your help,â Jungwon admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. âWeâre really behind on our assignments. Like, really behind.â
You sighed, closing your book and giving them both a stern look. âYou know, if you spent half as much time studying as you do planning pranks, you wouldnât be in this mess.â
Ni-ki pouted. âBut studying isnât nearly as fun.â
âMaybe not,â you conceded, âbut itâs kind of necessary if you donât want to fail.â
âWe know,â Jungwon said quickly. âThatâs why weâre here. Youâre the best at all of this stuff, and we need your help to catch up. Please?â
You looked between the two of them, their eyes wide with genuine desperation.
âAlright,â you said finally after a moment, earning relieved smiles from both of them. âIâll help you. But this means no more pranks for a while. Deal?â
âDeal,â they chorused eagerly.
âOkay then,â you said, pulling out your notes and books. âLetâs get to work.â
For the next several hours, you worked with Ni-ki and Jungwon, helping them catch up on their assignments. You explained concepts, went over notes, and even quizzed them to make sure they understood the material. It was a long process, but by the end of the day, they had made significant progress.
"Youâre a miracle worker, honeydrop. Weâd probably be in detention without you." Jungwon chuckled, shoving his parchment into his bag.
"Probably?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, definitely," he corrected with a sheepish grin.
"Just donât expect me to do this every time," you warned, standing up and gathering your things. "Next time, youâre on your own."
Ni-ki threw an arm around your shoulders as you walked out of the library together. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, doll."
You rolled your eyes at the casual nickname, though you didnât bother shrugging his arm offâit was just his way of being overly familiar. âIâm serious. If I catch you two sneaking off to pull another prank before youâve finished at least one essay, Iâm not helping you anymore.â
âDuly noted,â Ni-ki replied smoothly, though his grin said otherwise. He squeezed your shoulder playfully. âBut you have to admit, life would be so boring without us.â
âBoring?â you shot back, looking up at him incredulously. âIâd actually have time to focus on my own work without you two dragging me into whatever chaos youâve cooked up.â
Jungwon laughed softly from your other side. âOh, come on. You love it. Admit it. Deep down, youâd miss us if we left you alone for more than a day.â
You didnât answer immediately, instead giving them a sidelong glance. âMaybe Iâd miss the pranks more,â you teased, earning matching gasps of mock offense from both boys.
Ni-ki stopped in his tracks, clutching his chest dramatically. âOuch. Right in the heart, doll.â
Jungwon smirked, tilting his head. âSheâs lying. Look at herâsheâs smiling. Thatâs the face of someone who couldnât survive without us.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât suppress the small grin tugging at your lips. âIf youâre trying to flatter yourselves, youâre doing a terrible job.â
Ni-ki leaned closer, his face just a little too smug. âWe donât need to flatter ourselves, doll. We know weâre your favorite people in the world.â
âFavorite headaches, maybe,â you retorted, shoving his arm off your shoulders. He stumbled back, laughing, while Jungwon gave you an approving nod.
âSheâs catching on,â Jungwon said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âSoon enough, sheâll be the one dragging us into trouble.â
You snorted. âNot likely. Iâve already got my hands full with you two.â
The next few days were oddly peaceful, given the usual chaos that surrounded Ni-ki and Jungwon. You found yourself spending more time in the library with them, helping them catch up on homework, and surprisingly, they actually stayed focusedâmost of the time. Though, that didnât stop them from sneaking in their usual brand of teasing. Because they kept finding ways to distract you. Ni-ki, as usual, was the first to break the silence.
"You're pretty good at this stuff, huh?" he murmured, stretching lazily beside you. His hand casually brushed against your thigh, and he rested his arm there like it was the most normal thing in the world. "How come you're so smart and yet still hang out with us? Makes no sense."
You glanced at him, trying to keep your cool. "I don't mind," you answered, your voice surprisingly steady despite how flustered his touch was making you. "Besides, someone has to keep you two in check."
Jungwon, who had been silently working on his own homework beside you, suddenly lifted his head. His soft exhale brushed against your neck as he settled his face there, huffing dramatically. "Ugh, Herbology is impossible. How do you even remember all these plants and their properties? Itâs like a nightmare." He whined, his voice muffled against your skin.
You stiffened at his proximity, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I don't know," you muttered, trying to ignore the way his body pressed against yours. "I just study."
"Yeah, but youâre really good at it," Jungwon murmured, not moving away. He let his lips brush against your neck for a moment, and you could feel your face heat up instantly.
Meanwhile, Ni-ki hadn't missed the opportunity. He leaned even closer, his hand subtly shifting on your thigh as he whispered, "We should study more with you. You make it so fun."
You shot him a warning glance, but he just grinned back, unbothered. "Youâre making me sound like a distraction, you know," you said, trying to focus on your notes again, though your concentration was rapidly slipping away.
Jungwon grinned against your neck. "Oh, you are a distraction. But you're a good kind of distraction."
Before you could protest, Ni-ki leaned in closer, resting his head on your shoulder with a dramatic sigh. "Weâre your favorite chaos, right?" he said, his voice teasing but sincere.
Despite the flurry of butterflies in your stomach, you couldnât help but smile. "You two are definitely something," you said, trying to sound unaffected even as your heart raced. "But I really need to get this done."
You really tried to ignore the two heads resting against your shoulders, but that was an impossible task. Ni-kiâs breath was warm against your skin, and his hand was still resting on your thigh, now with an almost casual possessiveness. Jungwon, on the other hand, was so close his soft exhalations tickled the nape of your neck, and his cheek was pressed lightly against yours as he hummed in contentment.
Despite your best efforts to focus on your work, it was becoming increasingly difficult. The pages in front of you blurred as your heart rate picked up. The library now felt suffocating, and you realized that it wasnât just the assignment that had your attentionâit was the way they were both so close, almost invading your space in a way that made it impossible to concentrate.
"Are you actually going to study?" Ni-ki murmured, his voice low and teasing, but you could hear the undercurrent of something more in it. His fingers shifted slightly, brushing your leg in a way that made you stiffen, but you didnât pull away. You were almost too aware of how your body reacted to them.
Jungwon, seemingly oblivious to your internal turmoil, nuzzled closer against your neck, his soft, slow breaths doing nothing to help you stay calm. âI think Iâm helping you study,â he said in that playful tone of his, making you shiver. âUs being this close will help you focus, right?â
Your pulse quickened at the thought. You hadnât been aware of the shifting dynamic until nowâof how their subtle touches, the way they leaned into you, seemed to be becoming more than just playful teasing. Every little move felt like an invitation for more, and you were quickly losing the battle to stay composed.
"Guys," you said, attempting to sound stern, though the breathlessness in your voice betrayed you. "Youâre making it impossible to study like this."
They didnât move. They didnât even respond with words, but you could feel the weight of their attention on you. Ni-kiâs grip on your thigh tightened slightly, and Jungwon pressed his nose gently against your underjaw, both of them silently daring you to pull away.
But you didnât. And that was what surprised you the mostâhow you didnât mind the closeness, how you didnât want to push them away.
"Maybe we can help you concentrate in other ways," Ni-ki whispered, his voice lowering with an edge of amusement, and you could feel him grinning against your skin.
You let out a shaky breath, knowing that with them, studying was the last thing you were going to accomplish today.
They were like two koalas clinging to you, making it so hard to think clearly. Every time you shifted, Ni-ki would let out a soft sigh, his fingers grazing your thigh, and Jungwon would press his face more firmly into the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Your handwriting became more erratic as you tried to force yourself to write, but your focus kept drifting back to them, they were distracting in the best and worst way. You tried to shift slightly, attempting to get some space, but instead, they just adjusted and got even closer.
"Youâre really not gonna study, are you?" Ni-ki's voice was a low tease, his chin now resting on your shoulder as he looked at your textbook with a mock frown. His fingers tracing little patterns against your thigh.
Jungwon, still in his spot on your neck, let out a small hum of agreement. "I think weâre doing more for your concentration than you give us credit for."
You were about to protest, but then Jungwon shifted slightly, brushing his lips against your ear as he murmured, "Youâre so tense. Are we making you nervous?" His voice was soft, but the way he said it made your pulse quicken. You could practically feel the smirk on his lips.
Ni-ki chuckled at your reaction, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Youâre cute when you try to act unaffected." His hand squeezed your thigh gently, adding more heat to the already overwhelming situation.
It was getting hard to think, let alone focus on your homework. You couldnât deny how their touches made your heart race, how the closeness felt different than it ever had before. You were surrounded by themâso close, so intimate in a way that felt almost too personal, yet you couldnât bring yourself to move them off.
Instead, you sighed, giving up on trying to study. "You two are unbelivable," you muttered, but there was no real heat in your words. They were both too close, too comfortable, and the way they looked at you, the way they made you feel, left you unsure if you wanted them to stop.
Ni-ki grinned at your words, his hand moving slowly up your leg. "Good, weâre making progress," he teased, leaning in close. "You needed a break anyway."
Jungwon, now pulling away just enough to meet your gaze, smiled warmly. "Weâll help you out. Maybe not with homework, but definitely with...other things."
As they both made themselves even more comfortable, you were stuck between wanting to push them away and wanting to stay right where you were.
You had no idea what had gotten into them, but you also werenât quite sure what had gotten into you. They had always been the ones to tease and be touchy, but now, as they both clung to you, you realized you could play alongâmaybe even enjoy it. Without thinking too much, you let the playful side of you take over.
You moved just slightly, letting your fingers brush against Ni-kiâs arm as you leaned back into him, and before he could respond, you slid your hand down to his wrist, just enough to make him pause. He looked at you, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in dynamics. His usual confident smirk faltered for just a second before he recovered, but you could tell he wasnât expecting it.
You smiled innocently back, leaning into Jungwon next, letting your fingers trace along his jawline with a teasing touch. His breath hitched ever so slightly, his eyes locking with yours, and you saw the flustered warmth creeping up his neck. He leaned into your touch, just like he had done with you so many times before, but now you could feel him melt under your fingertips.
"Guess weâre not the only ones getting touchy, huh?" Ni-ki teased, his voice light, but there was a nervous edge to it now as his breath caught when you moved your hand to his shoulder, massaging it lightly.
Jungwon, still resting against you, let out a shaky laugh, but his voice was softer, almost breathless. "Youâre really enjoying this, arenât you?"
You raised an eyebrow, keeping your hand on his chest for a moment, letting your fingers play with the fabric of his shirt. "Youâre the ones who started it," you said, your voice low and playful, but with an underlying challenge in it.
You felt their reactions before you even saw them clearlyâthe way their breaths became more shallow, the way their eyes widened with surprise and something else.
Ni-kiâs lips parted as you moved your hand lower, and you noticed his usual teasing grin soften into something more real. He didnât know how to respond to this change in the atmosphere, and for a moment, you reveled in the power of it. Jungwon, too, was a little quieter now, his hand moving to rest on your other thigh, fingers just brushing lightly, as if he wasnât quite sure how to act but didnât want to pull away either.
They were both flustered, unsure of how to navigate the space youâd suddenly put them in. You could feel them melt under your touch, their usual confidence slipping away with each movement you made. You had the power now, and it was a strange feelingâseeing them both so lost in this little game you were playing.
"Well?" you asked, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you leaned back into them. "Arenât you two gonna study? Or am i too distracting?"
Ni-ki chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, his usual charm faltering just slightly. "Guess weâve got some competition now."
Jungwon, on the other hand, gave a soft sigh, his face flushed. "I think we might be in over our heads."
You had the upper hand now.
And you took full advantage of it.
After that day in the library, you couldnât help but notice how completely Jungwon and Ni-ki would fall into your rhythm. They were practically putty in your hands. Every touch, no matter how small, sent them into a flurry of reactionsâflushed cheeks, quiet sighs, soft whines when you werenât paying attention to them. Theyâd melt at even the smallest gesture from you. Whether it was brushing their arm casually or stealing a glance, it was as if they couldnât get enough. Every ounce of attention you gave them, they greedily soaked it up, and you relished in that power, in knowing you could make them act this way. Knowing you were the only person that could make them act this way.
They were so used to being the ones in control, but now it seemed they couldnât stop themselves from doing whatever you wanted. It was almost comical how quickly they fell into line, but also a little thrilling. You were the one holding the strings now, and they seemed perfectly content to follow wherever you led.
And of course, your friends had noticed. You weren't sure how you didn't see it earlier, but Yuna, Hannie, Karina, Yujin, and Leeseo had all caught on. Theyâd managed to sneak you away from Jungwon and Ni-ki one afternoon, a tactic you recognized as them giving you a moment of peace away from them.
You sat in a quiet corner of the courtyard with them, all of them looking at you with knowing grins, their eyes twinkling with mischief and curiosity.
âSo,â Yuna began, leaning forward with an exaggerated whisper, âspill. Whatâs going on between you and those two?â
Hannie smirked, arms crossed, âYeah, you've got them wrapped around your finger. Itâs so obvious.â
You blinked, suddenly feeling put on the spot. âI donât know what you mean,â you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your heart skipped a beat. Were they really so obvious?
Leeseo leaned in, her voice playful. âCome on, donât pretend. Jungwon and Ni-ki have been practically following you around like lost pets. Itâs cute, but weâre curious. Whatâs going on?â
Karina raised an eyebrow. âDidnât think you had it in you, honestly. Those two are impossible to keep up with. But somehow, youâve got them so... docile.â
You let out a breath, finally breaking into a sheepish smile. âIt just kind of... happened. They started getting clingy, and I just played along. And now? I donât know. Theyâre just... there.â
Yujin grinned, tapping her fingers on the table. âYou know, theyâve been doing everything you say. I saw Ni-ki nearly burn his potions notes because you told him to stop distracting you. Itâs like watching a puppy trying to be obedient.â
Hannie chuckled. âSo, theyâre melting under your touch, huh?â
You couldnât help the blush creeping onto your face as the realization hit you. âMaybe,â you muttered, feeling a little embarrassed, but also a little proud.
âAre you sure itâs just them being clingy?â Yuna asked, her tone teasing. âI mean, theyâve been following you around for years.â
You sighed, looking around at your friendsâ grinning faces, knowing you couldnât get away with playing innocent anymore. âI guess... maybe I do. But itâs not like Iâm doing it on purpose. They justâ"
âThey just canât resist you,â Karina finished for you, smirking. âCome on, donât act like you havenât noticed.â
It was clear your friends were having way too much fun with this, but honestly, you werenât sure if you could deny it any longer. Youâd noticed how they seemed to change when they were around you. Jungwon would act like he couldnât wait to do anything you asked, and Ni-ki? Heâd become all soft and affectionate, which was unlike him.
âItâs okay, though,â Yujin said, her voice light. âWeâre not judging you. We just want to know when youâre finally going to admit it.â
You raised your hands in mock surrender. âFine, fine. Maybe I have a little bit of power over them. But Iâm not making a big deal out of it.â
They all laughed, clearly not believing you. You were probably just as entertained as they were by how much you could get away with. But as you looked at the amused faces around you, you also felt a little something stir in your chest. A strange mix of pride and something else.
You were, without a doubt, in control of the situation now. But what you didnât know was just how much longer that power would last before things got a little... more complicated.
And it did get complicated.
Before, they had been clingy, constantly around you, leaning on you, making their presence known. But now? Now, they were acting possessive. Theyâd follow you everywhere, make sure they were always by your side, and the glares they shot at any male student who got too close to you? Intense. It wasnât just playful teasing anymore. It was like they were marking their territory without saying a word.
And thatâs when it hit you.
All of this? It wasnât just the usual chaos and fun. They liked you. They had to. No one acts like this unless they do.
But you werenât sure. Not completely. You needed confirmation. And the best way to confirm a suspicion like this? Youâd seen it done before in the most dramatic waysâjealousy. If they were really into you, you were certain they wouldnât just sit back and let you spend time with someone else. They'd react, and youâd get your answer.
So, with that thought in mind, you decided to test this theory. What better way to do that than to make them confess in a fit of jealousy?
You didnât want to hurt anyone, of course, but it was the only way to make sure. And you wouldnât have to do it alone, which is where your two male friends, Jeongin and Jaehyun, came in. You trusted them, and they owed you a favor or two after all the times youâd helped them in the past.
The plan was simpleâat least, in theory. You'd spend some time with Jeongin and Jaehyun, just enough to make Jungwon and Ni-ki notice. You knew theyâd be watching. They always were, especially since the two of them had started acting this way. And once they did? Well, that would be when the fireworks started.
You carefully explained everything to Jeongin and Jaehyun, who both agreed to help you. They were on board, teasing you about how entertaining it would be to see how Jungwon and Ni-ki would react. Jeongin even joked that he could make them both "lose their minds." You werenât sure if he was joking or not, but you were counting on him to keep it lighthearted.
The next day, the plan was set into motion. Youâd intentionally sit next to Jeongin and Jaehyun in the grandhall, laughing at their jokes and engaging in casual conversation. You knew Jungwon and Ni-ki would be nearby, watching closely, their eyes following your every move. And, sure enough, the second you laughed too loud or shared a casual touch with Jeongin, you saw the shift.
Ni-ki's smirk faltered for a second before he looked away, crossing his arms tightly, his eyes narrowing. Jungwon was no betterâhis gaze had turned blank, his usually demeanor replaced by something else. The tension between the two of them was palpable, and you had to fight to keep a straight face.
As the evening wore on, the moments between you and Jeongin and Jaehyun became more exaggerated. You laughed louder, leaned closer, and gave Jeongin a playful push when he made a joke. Your heart raced with anticipation.
Sure enough, when you glanced over at Jungwon and Ni-ki, both of them were practically burning holes into you with their eyes. Jungwon was glaring at Jeongin, his jaw clenched, while Ni-ki was burning a hole in the wall in front of him.
The more you pushed, the more you noticed them getting restless. Ni-ki shifted in his seat, throwing a glance at Jungwon as if silently confirming that neither of them was happy with the situation. It was working.
But now, the hardest partâwaiting.
You watched as they tried to play it cool, but every time youâd interact with Jeongin or Jaehyun, you could feel their eyes on you, and it became harder to pretend you werenât aware of how they were watching.
Finally, when they were getting up to leave, Jeongin bumped into Ni-ki, giving him a playful smile and a casual, âExcuse me, mate,â before turning and walking away with Jaehyun.
That was when it all came to a head. You had just turned to leave the Grandhall when you felt two hands grip your wrist, pulling you back.
You turned to find Jungwon standing in front of you, his expression no longer calm. It was frustrated, a little wild, and it was clear he wasnât happy.
âDid you have to do that?â he asked, his voice lower than usual, like he was trying to keep his cool but was failing miserably.
Ni-ki was right behind him, arms crossed, his eyes flicking from you to Jungwon and back. âYeah,â he added, his voice tight. âWhatâs with you and them?â
You swallowed, keeping your composure. âWhat do you mean?â
âCut the act,â Jungwon shot back, stepping a little closer, his hands clenched at his sides. âWe both know what youâre doing.â
Your heart raced. There it was. You wanted them to say it. You wanted them to admit it, to confess how they felt.
âYou two... are acting like children,â you said lightly, trying to keep your voice calm despite the whirlwind in your chest. âYou know that, right?â
Ni-kiâs face twitched as he stepped forward. âWeâre not the ones acting like that,â he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and something else you couldnât place. âYouâre the one making us jealous.â
You smiled to yourself, the satisfaction bubbling up. The tension was finally broken, and now... all you had to do was wait for them to confess.
âOkay, whatâs the big problem?â you asked, your voice calm but firm. âWhy are you two acting like this?â
The words hung in the air, and for a long moment, neither of them said anything. They exchanged a quick, sharp glance, almost as if they were having a silent conversation.
Finally, Jungwon let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He glared at the ground for a moment before looking up at you, his usual dimpled smile nowhere to be found.
âWeâre not acting like this for no reason,â he started, his voice tense. âYou think weâre just jealous for no reason?â
Ni-ki stepped forward then, his eyes searching yours. âWeâre jealous,â he muttered, a bit of anger still lingering in his tone. âBut itâs not just about Jaehyun, or you hanging out with Jeongin. Itâs... you.â
You blinked, surprised. "Me?"
Jungwon shot him a look but then quickly turned back to you, his voice lowering, barely above a whisper. "We like you. We both do. And yeah, itâs frustrating seeing you with other people when we... weâve been wanting to say something for a while now."
Ni-ki nodded, his usual smirk replaced by a more earnest expression. âWeâre... weâre seriously into you, and itâs driving us crazy watching you get close to anyone else.â
Your heart skipped a beat, the realization settling in as you stared at them. It wasnât just a theory anymore. They really did like you.
âYou two... really?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your mind racing as everything clicked into place.
Jungwon sighed, a small, frustrated laugh escaping him. "Yeah, really. Youâre smart, youâre fun, and you make everything less... boring. But we didnât know how to say it, okay? Weâre not used to this kind of thing."
Ni-ki grinned nervously, his usual confidence returning in small doses. "And I guess we were trying to make you notice. Not the best way, but it worked, didnât it?"
You couldnât help but smile, a little overwhelmed by the admission. The teasing and the possessivenessâit was all a roundabout way of showing how they felt, even if it was a bit chaotic.
âI... didnât expect this,â you admitted, your voice quiet. âI thought it was just you guys being, well, you.â
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a slight smirk. "And you didnât think we could actually be serious? Weâve been serious this whole time, just... not very good at showing it."
You couldnât help but laugh softly, the tension lifting as the realization hit you fully. âSo, what now?â
Ni-ki stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against yours as he looked at you with hope and uncertainty. âWell, we could start by not acting like children, and maybe... go on a real date sometime?â
Jungwonâs eyes softened, as he glanced at Ni-ki and then back at you. "Yeah, what he said. Weâd like to take you out, properly. No pranks or anything."
You nodded, your heart racing in a way it hadnât before. âI think that sounds good.â
--
The next day, you found yourself sitting in the Slytherin common room, the warmth of the fire crackling. The scent of hot chocolate in the air, the creamy drink topped with fluffy marshmallowsâjust the perfect comfort on a chilly evening. You were nestled between Jungwon and Ni-ki, both of them flanking you with matching sly smirks, looking too cute in their comfy clothes and the trio socks that you all had somehow decided to get together during one of your Hogsmeade visits.
Ni-ki was playfully nudging you, trying to steal the last marshmallow, and Jungwon had his arm casually draped over the back of the couch, but his focus was clearly on you.
âSeriously, youâre hogging the sweets,â Ni-ki teased, leaning in close to you, his breath warm against your cheek. âWe should get moreââ
âOnly if you share them,â Jungwon interrupted, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. âIâm not letting you eat them all.â
The two of them went back and forth in their usual playful manner, but this time it felt different. You were caught between them, nestled comfortably in the middle as they leaned closer to you.
Then, as if in sync, they both paused, their teasing grins melting into something softer. Ni-kiâs eyes were unusually warm, and Jungwonâs expression was full of affection.
âYou know,â Ni-ki whispered, his voice low but sincere, âwe love you.â
Jungwon nodded in agreement, his hand gently brushing against yours as he leaned in. âYeah. We love you,â he repeated, his voice just above a murmur.
Before you could even respond, they both kissed your cheeksâNi-ki on one side, Jungwon on the otherâand you froze for a moment, the gentle pressure of their lips leaving you breathless.
Your heart raced in your chest, and for a moment, you felt like you were floating. Their love made you feel safe, cherished, and incredibly happy.
You looked between the two of them, a smile tugging at your lips as you met their gazes. âI love you both, too,â you whispered.
You could see the light in both Jungwon and Ni-kiâs eyes flicker with pure happiness at your confession. They were both too stunned for a moment, leaving you the perfect opportunity to tease them.
Smiling mischievously, you shifted slightly so that you were closer to both of them. "Well," you began, resting your chin on Jungwon's shoulder while your hand found Ni-kiâs arm, "I guess that means you're both officially stuck with me now." You smirked, letting the words sink in, and watched as both of their faces softened.
Ni-ki rolled his eyes but grinned, leaning into you. âYou make it sound like weâre not already stuck with you,â he teased, but you could feel his breath hitch slightly when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer.
Jungwon, who had been staring at you, blinked before leaning in as well. âYeah, like thereâs any way weâd want to get rid of you,â he said with a playful huff.
You took advantage of their playful words and pulled them both into a tight cuddle, which caused them both let out small, surprised noises as you enveloped them in your grip, holding them firmly.
âNow, now,â you teased, âyou two are so easy to fold, arenât you?â You could feel their shoulders relax as they practically molded to your side.
Ni-ki groaned, but there was no real protest in his voice. âYouâre too comfy, stop making us weak,â he muttered, and you could practically feel him sinking into your embrace as if he couldnât escape even if he tried. His body was warm against yours, and you could tell that he didnât mind at all.
Jungwonâs head tipped slightly back to rest against yours, his face softening. âYouâre not gonna let us go, are you?â he asked with a half-smile, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
âNope,â you answered firmly, enjoying the way their defenses crumbled under your touch. âYou two are officially my cuddle buddies. And I think you both secretly love it.â
They both huffed, but there was no denying the way they leaned even further into you, practially melting into the cuddle. You couldnât help but smile as you felt their breathing slow.
But the peace didn`t last when you suddenly felt a soft breath against your neck. It was Jungwon, his lips barely grazing your skin. Before you could react, Ni-kiâs lips followed suit, brushing against the opposite side of your neck.
A shiver ran through you at the unexpected warmth, and you gasped, your body tensing for just a moment before you settled back into their hold. They both hummed in response, clearly enjoying the effect they were having on you.
Jungwonâs kiss was gentle, his lips lingering a little longer, sending a spark of warmth straight to your chest. Ni-ki, on the other hand, kissed your neck with a more playful edge, his lips trailing soft, teasing touches as he moved closer to you.
âRelax,â Jungwon whispered against your skin, his breath sending a wave of goosebumps across your body. His hand gently brushed your hair back, before his lips returned to the delicate spot just under your ear.
Ni-ki, still clinging to you, pressed his lips closer to your neck, his touch light yet insistent. âYouâre making this too easy,â he murmured, his voice full of teasing affection.
You could barely suppress the shiver that ran through you, as you felt their kisses deepen, both of them so close, almost impossibly close.
âStop,â you gasped between breaths, though you couldnât bring yourself to push them away. âYouâre going toââ
âGoing to what?â Ni-ki interrupted, his lips curling into a smirk against your skin. âMake you melt into our arms? Too late for that.â
Jungwonâs laugh was a soft, comforting sound, his lips now trailing further down your neck, leaving a warm, tingling path in their wake. He didnât say anything, but you could feel his smile against your skin as he pulled you even closer.
Both of them were still so clingy, but you didnât mind. In fact, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed how they both seemed to seek you out.
âYou two really know how to make a girl weak,â you muttered with a soft laugh.
âAnd weâll keep doing it,â Jungwon replied. âAs long as you let us.â
You were completely okay with that.
Just then, from the stone wall, Peeves' head popped out. His grin was even wider this time, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he hovered before the three of you.
"I knew it!" Peeves cackled, his voice echoing through the common room. "I knew you three would end up together! It was just too perfect not to work out! Look at you, all tangled up in each other, the chaosâitâs meant to be!" He floated closer, eyes twinkling with glee as he looked at you, Jungwon, and Ni-ki. "Oh, you canât fool me. You all make such a lovely little trio!"
You all paused, exchanging a glance. There was no point in arguing with Peevesâhe was insufferable but often right in his own ridiculous way. With a collective sigh, you all decided to just humor him.
Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh, sure, Peeves. You figured us out," he said dryly, trying not to let Peeves get the best of him.
Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, his hand holding yours tightly. "Guess youâre not wrong," he said with a teasing grin. "But, really, did you have to show up like this? You're making it harder to pretend we donât get along."
Peeves just giggled, enjoying every second of this. "Oh, but itâs too much fun to watch! You three are like a puzzle that finally clicked into place. And I knew I'd be the one to see it first!" He floated around you in a circle, his laughter loud and echoing. "Donât worry, I wonât ruin it for youâyet. But Iâll be watching. Oh yes, Iâll be watching!"
With one final, exaggerated wink, Peeves disappeared back into the stone wall, his laughter still lingering in the air. You sighed and turned back to Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were both looking at you with affectionate smiles.
"Well, that was... something," you said, trying to shake off the awkwardness.
Jungwon nodded. "Yeah, but Peeves is right about one thing. Weâre not going anywhere."
Ni-ki squeezed your hand. "Not ever."
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CHAPTER 1
series masterlist
Pairing: OT8 x reader
Word Count: 3,9k
Tags: Intro, bodyguard!ot8, idol!reader
Summery: Meeting your new bodyguards doesn't go as smoothly as everyone hoped..
âI donât need a group of bodyguards,â you repeat for what feels like the hundredth time.Â
Your manager Yoona doesnât even look at you anymore and you fight the urge to stamp your feet like a little child to get her attention. You wonât stoop that low though, so instead you place your hands on your hips and glare at the woman whoâs been by your side since you debuted about two years ago.Â
âWeâre not having this discussion again, y/n,â Yoona says, her eyes still fixed on her phone screen. âYour popularity is growing by the day, youâve received multiple death threats in the last few months and in case you forgot, last week someone tried to break into your home.âÂ
Your shoulders deflate and your hands fall down beside your body. You canât really argue with that, but youâve grown so accustomed to having Faris at your side as your one and only bodyguard, that the thought of eight men taking his place makes you shiver. Who the hell needed eight freaking bodyguards? You werenât a princess for fuckâs sake.Â
Yoona finally looks at you then. âItâs very important to us to keep you safe, darling. I know it will be an adjustment, but youâll get used to it.âÂ
âBut eight?â you argue, trying once more. âDo I really need eight men following my every move?âÂ
âThatâs why weâre placing some of them around you with other jobs as well, kind of like undercover bodyguards,â Yoona smiles at you like that makes it any better.Â
You slump down in the chair across from Yoona and frown at her. What could bodyguards possibly go undercover as in your team? Woman, sure, no problem, but a muscled man? Theyâd stand out immediately.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask carefully, not sure if you even want to know.Â
âThey all have multiple skill sets, but we decided on adding three of them as your dancers and one will probably step in as a personal assistant of sorts,â Yoona explains, her eyes once more on her phone screen.Â
âWhy?â you blurt out. âI donât even need new dancers? Weâre not firing anyone are we?âÂ
You were perfectly happy with your team as it was and it would kill you to let any of them go because Yoona decided you needed eight freaking men to watch you.Â
Yoona sighed and put down her phone. âWeâre not firing anyone, but Dohyun is still recovering from his injury and Ju-won has asked for a few months off to visit his family. As for why, it will allow them to be around you more casually.âÂ
Damnit. That actually made sense.Â
âAnd youâre sure they can dance?â you ask, already knowing the answer. Yoona would never suggest something like this if they couldnât.Â
âYes, y/n, they can dance. I think youâll be impressed actually.âÂ
That makes you curious. Yoona isnât easily impressed, so if she thinks youâll approve, they must be good. Maybe you should give them a chance, or just be such a brat they run away screaming.Â
âFine,â you sigh. âWhen will I meet them?âÂ
Yoona looks at her watch and your eyes widen at the movement. She wouldnât do this to you, would she?Â
âTheyâll be here in an hour to meet you,â Yoona says and you let out a relieved breath. âYou better be back here by then or I will let one of them drag you here by your ear.âÂ
âBossy much,â you whisper, but you donât really mean it. You luckily have a very good relationship with your manager and even though she drives you up a wall sometimes, you know she has your best interest at heart.Â
Yoona rolls her eyes at you and waves her hand at the door. âGo be bratty somewhere else, Iâll see you in an hour.âÂ
You bark out a laugh and jump up from the chair. âAs you wish, my Queen,â you say, doing a little courtesy.Â
Your current bodyguard Faris is waiting for you in the hallway, a smile on his handsome face as he spots you.Â
âGood talk?â he asks, following one step behind you.Â
âYou knew about this, didnât you?â you ask, glaring at him over your shoulder.Â
âIâm the one who recommended them actually,â Faris says and only his quick reflexes stop him from walking straight into your back as you stop walking immediately at his words.Â
âWhat?â you turn around to frown at him. âWhy would you do that to me?âÂ
Faris raises his eyebrows and stares down at you with a knowing look, his arms crossing over his chest.Â
âFine,â you roll your eyes at him. âI know why, Yoona was so kind to remind me, but I still donât get why it has to be eight.âÂ
âIt might seem excessive to you Nabi,â Faris says, addressing you with your stage name which he knows usually softens you. âBut you donât see all that we see and trust me when I say that once youâre on tour, youâll be happy to have them by your side. It gets crazy out there.âÂ
âI know that, but undercover bodyguards?â you make a face. âIâm not royalty.âÂ
Faris chuckles and with a gentle push on your shoulder, he guides you further through the hallway and towards the studio you were working at before Yoona called you to her office. It was one of the things you really liked about your agency. Nearly everything you needed was in the same building.Â
âYou may as well be and I trust Chan and his guys to keep you safe,â Faris says as he holds a door open for you.Â
âSo you really know them?â you ask, sitting down at the desk you were working at before. Your laptop is still open on the editing program you work with and there are multiple notebooks, paper coffee cups and empty candy wrappers spread all around it. âDid you work with them before?âÂ
âI trained 3RACHA actually,â Faris nods. âChan and I had multiple gigs together after that and Iâve only heard good things about the others as well. Iâm confident Iâm leaving you in good hands.âÂ
âYou shouldnât be leaving me at all,â you groan, throwing your head back against your chair. âBut I understand and I hope that when I have a husband one day, he'll do the same for me.âÂ
Faris just smiles at that and gets comfortable on the couch facing the door. He knows better than to get into this conversation with you again. Last time you ended up facetiming his wife in tears and he ended up having to calm down two crying women.Â
âWait, did you just say sriracha?â you sit up in your chair when your brain suddenly realizes what he had just said. âAs in the hot sauce?â
âNo, I said 3RACHA, thatâs what they called themselves back then,â Faris replies, glancing at you. âI think they made music together in their free time, before they started their own company.âÂ
Huh. Interesting. Why on earth would they go from making music together to becoming bodyguards?Â
âSo all eight of them made music together?â you ask curiously.Â
âNo, just Chan, Jisung and Changbin. I think they mostly rapped, but if youâre interested in knowing more, you can always ask. It could break the ice when you meet them,â Faris suggests, winking at you.Â
âIâll pass, I donât want them to think Iâm happy about this arrangement,â you murmur, turning your chair so your back is to Faris. âWill you tell me when itâs time to go?âÂ
âDonât I always?â he chuckles.Â
You flip him off without looking and put on your headphones. Time to edit some more music.Â
****
Youâre so engrossed in your music, that it takes Faris multiple tries to get you to put down your headphones. He even goes as far as opening the blinds to let the light in, making you whimper and flinch by the intrusion of it.Â
âAlright, alright,â you yell, your eyes scrunched close. âI beg for mercy, Iâll come with you.âÂ
Faris laughs and closes the blinds, once again developing the room in darkness, just how you like it. He has scolded you many times before about how bad it is for your eyes to squint at your screen in a dark room, but you rarely listen to him about it.Â
âIf you think about telling my new watch dogs this trick of yours, Iâll haunt you,â you warn Faris when the two of you walk towards Yoonaâs office.Â
Faris makes a movement with his hands as if heâs zipping his lips closed and you nod happily at him, trusting him to keep his word.Â
âHow late are we?â you ask, having forgotten your phone in the studio when Faris basically dragged you out by your arm.Â
âAbout five minutes too early,â he smiles proudly.Â
Of fucking course. Heâs been working with you for two years so he knows all your annoying traits by now, including having a habit of being late because you simply forget the time when youâre working.Â
âWhat will I do without you,â you pout at him, ignoring the nervous butterflies in your stomach as you near Yoonaâs office.Â
âYouâll be just fine, Nabi,â Faris says and youâre not sure if he means it as a reply to what you just said or as a reassurance before meeting your new team of bodyguards.Â
Taking a deep breath, you turn towards Faris. âHow do I look?âÂ
âI thought you didnât care?â he grins, but he reaches out to flatten a few wild strands of your hair.Â
You blow him a kiss, put on a straight face and turn around to knock on the door before pushing it open. The first thing youâre greeted with is the silhouette of 4 men standing with their back to you. Each of them have broad muscular shoulders that are clearly visible under the black suit jacket theyâre wearing, the fabric straining like theyâre wearing a size too small.Â
The man on the right turns around when you enter and you nearly gasp at his beauty. His hair is styled to show a little v of his forehead and the black strands nearly reach his eyes. Jesus. He could be a model if he wanted too. He raises his eyebrows at you when you just stare at him for a moment, before he nudges the man next to him.Â
âAre you fucking kidding me,â you mutter under your breathe when the other man turns around and piercing eyes meet yours.Â
Of course heâs beautiful as well. What the hell was Yoona thinking?Â
âAh, Y/N, there you are,â Yoona says when she notices you. âOn time, even.âÂ
You roll your eyes and stroll forward to her desk, ignoring the four men as you make your way around them. In that little moment you forget thereâs supposed to be more of them and when you turn to stand next to Yoona and see the chairs in front of her desk filled with four more gorgeous men, you nearly stumble.Â
Yoona grins at you and you narrow your eyes at the woman.Â
âYou think this is funny, donât you?â you grumble at her. âWhere did you even find them? heaven?âÂ
One of the men snorts before trying to cover it up with a cough.Â
âDonât mind her gentleman, sheâs in a mood today,â Yoona smiles.Â
âI wonder why,â you mutter, sending a fake smile in the direction of the bodyguards.Â
âThatâs alright, it must be a lot to take in,â one of them says with such a deep voice that your eyes widen.Â
It must look comical, cause the same man that snorted earlier, lets out a giggle. âDonât worry, Miss, itâs how everyone reacts to first hearing Felixâs voice,âÂ
You want to focus on him calling you Miss, but the urge to see which face belongs to the deep voice is stronger.
âWhoâs Felix?â you ask, your eyes searching the men in front of you.Â
âI am,â the only blonde man of the group says, lifting his hand to show you where he is. Heâs absolutely stunning with freckles sprinkled over his nose and cheeks.Â
âHoly shit, is that your real voice?â you ask without thinking, slapping your hand in front of your mouth as soon as the words come out.Â
He laughs and a few of the other men chuckle as well.Â
âIt is, sometimes it gets even deeper,â he says.Â
âYeah, Lix actually has like three different voices,â the man who called you Miss grins.Â
Itâs getting annoying not to know his name, but you donât want to ask and seem interested. Luckily one of the men at the back seems to read your mind somehow.Â
âWhy donât we all introduce ourselves, my name is Bang Chan, but you can call me Chan. Iâm the leader and head of your security team as of now. So if you experience any problems with our service in any way, Iâm the one you can come to.âÂ
âNoted,â you mumble, ignoring Yoonaâs glare at your rudeness.Â
So thatâs Chan. Faris forgot to mention how beautiful his trainee was and you were so going to punch his arm for that later.Â
âIâm Lee Minho,â the one with the piercing stare says. âIâll be joining your dance team.âÂ
Fuck. Of course he is.Â
âSo will I,â Felix smiles. âLee Felix.â
âAnd me, Hwang Hyunjin,â the man closest to you winks.Â
Great. They were absolutely going to kill you. In more ways than one.Â
Biting your lip you wait for the last four to introduce themselves and pray to all the gods that Miss guy is going to be your assistant. He already feels like the most easy going out of all eight and if you need to work with one of them closely, youâd rather it be him than anyone else.Â
âKim Seungmin, Iâll be one of your bodyguardsâ the one who noticed you first says, his eyes flicking up and down your body as if heâs calculating how much of a flight risk you are.Â
Oh just you wait and see buddy.Â
âIâm Yang Jeongin, but you can call me Innie or Ayen,â the very cute man in front of Seungmin smiles and you nearly smile back at him.Â
Finally the man youâve been waiting for speaks up. âIâm Han Jisung, your new assistant.âÂ
You cheer in your head, keeping a straight face as you look at the last man. Heâs definitely the most buff of them all, his biceps really testing the fabric of his suit jacket.Â
âAnd Iâm Seo Changbin, also part of your daily bodyguard squad.âÂ
âYouâre all way too beautiful to be bodyguards,â you say, crossing your arms with a frown while tapping your foot on the ground.Â
Yoona makes a noise beside you and you donât dare to look at her. Sheâll definitely lecture you later, but this is all on her anyways.Â
âWorried your fans will fawn over us?â Jisung jokes, winking at you.Â
Your lips tip up in a tiny smile, but you quickly straighten your face. It was going to be hard to be a brat to them, but you were nothing if you werenât stubborn. Youâre not going to just warm up to them because they were hot and funny. Nope. Not going to happen.Â
âMore like youâd be too busy worrying about your good looks to protect me,â you say, raising your eyebrows at them.Â
âArenât you a ray of sunshine,â Minho grumbles, placing his hand on Jisungâs shoulder as if to comfort him. âYou wonât have to worry about that, looking this good doesnât cost us much.â
You open your mouth to reply, but Yoona gets up and goes to stand next to you.Â
âThatâs enough Y/N,â she hisses before smiling her million dollar smile to the men. âAs you can see Y/N hasnât really warmed up to the idea of having this many eyes on her all the time.âÂ
âDonât you have that all the time though,â Seungmin says directly to you.Â
You glare at him. âThatâs not the same.Â
He just shrugs. âWe donât want anything from you like your fans or stalkers. Weâre not here to be your friends, weâre just here to keep you safe. Thatâs all that should matter.âÂ
His words hit you harder than they should and you canât help but flinch. The idol life isn't great for maintaining friendships and since you werenât in a group, the only people you really had around you to talk to were your bodyguard Faris, Yoona and your dancers. You didnât have a best friend, or even really friends in general, not since high school ended.Â
âMin!â Chan calls out, glaring at the man.Â
You square your shoulders and tilt your head, putting another fake smile on your face. âItâs fine, heâs right isnât he.âÂ
âNo, heâs not,â Chan shakes his head. âListen-âÂ
âItâs fine,â you repeat, interrupting him. âHow about Iâll show Jisung his office and we can go over the schedule for next week?âÂ
Chan frowns down at you, sharing a look with Jisung and Yoona, but then he nods. You give him a nod back in thanks and without looking at any of the other guys you make a beeline for the door, hoping Jisung will follow you.Â
âWell, that went great,â you hear someone say before you step outside.Â
Faris frowns when he sees the look on your face, but he doesnât say anything and falls into step behind you like he always does. Itâs one of the things you love about him, he always knows when to not ask questions. You can hear him and Jisung quietly talking behind you, but you donât mind, they know each other after all.Â
âWell, here we are,â you say, opening the door of the small office area next to the studio you usually work at. âYou can arrange everything how you like and if you need anything you can ask Yoona.âÂ
âI wasnât expecting an office,â Jisung smiles at you, stepping inside the room to take a look.Â
Itâs not much. Just a desk with a comfortable chair and a computer, a two person couch and in the corner thereâs a bookcase that so far only houses a cactus, your first three albums and a box with documents your last assistant left behind.Â
âOf course you get an office, canât have you shacking up with me in the studio,â you say, trying to joke with him.Â
âHey, about what Seungmin said,â Jisung starts, sitting down in his desk chair and twirling around. âHeâs just very serious about his job, he didnât really mean the part about us not being your friends.âÂ
âItâs fine,â you shrug. âYouâre not really meant to be my friends anyways, youâre hired to protect me.âÂ
âYeah, you donât look too happy about that. Why is that?â Jisung asks and he sounds genuinely curious. âI mean, sure weâre a whole lot, but isnât it nice to know youâll be safe?âÂ
âSafe? Yes. Watched by eight, I repeat, eight men? No thank you, I donât need that.âÂ
Jisung tilts his head and purses his lips in thought, like heâs actually trying to see this from your side. âI get it, I do, Iâve lived with most of them for the last few years and like I said, we can be a lot.âÂ
âBut?â you ask, falling down on the couch in front of Jisungâs new desk. âI feel thereâs a but there.âÂ
âYou really have no idea, do you?â Jisung leans his chin on his palm as he looks at you. âWeâve seen the threats Y/N, weâve seen the videoâs of handsy fans, weâve seen the footage of that dude trying to break into your house. Itâs a miracle really that nothing has happened to you so far with only Faris by your side.âÂ
âHeâs right, Nabi,â Faris says from his spot by the door.Â
âOkay, maybe more than one bodyguard would be better,��� you say slowly. âBut eight? I still think itâs a bit much, especially the undercover bit.âÂ
Jisung shrugs and leans back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. âMaybe so, but at least youâll know you will be safe.âÂ
âI guess,â you mumble.Â
âWanna go over the schedule for next week with me?â Jisung asks. âGet your mind off all this for a bit?âÂ
You jump up from the couch immediately and walk around the desk to stand next to him while he starts up the computer.Â
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About half an hour later youâre fairly confident Jisung will make a good assistant. Heâs written down your interviews and gigs for the coming month and made a list of all the things he wanted to take care of before that. It was cute how he wanted to do it right.Â
âKnock, knock,â a voice called out from the door and when you looked up you saw Chan and Changbin hugging Faris.Â
âHowâs it going here?â Chan smiles at you as he walks inside, his hands in his pocket. He probably tried to come off less intimidating like that, but it didnât really work.Â
âFine,â you say, looking at the computer screen again.Â
If you kept your eyes on him youâd probably drool all over your favorite studio outfit. That man was way too fine.Â
âItâs going great, Channie,â Jisung says. âWeâve been getting along perfectly without the ice kings here.âÂ
âDonât let them hear you call them that,â Chan chuckles, moving to sit on the couch. âI hope weâll be able to make this work, Y/N. I take great pride in my work and Iâll do anything I can to make you feel comfortable around us.âÂ
Ugh. Why did he have to be so kind too?Â
âThank you,â you mutter, your eyes still on the screen.Â
âWeâll promise not to impose your privacy too much when we move in, butââÂ
Your head snaps up to look at him then and from the corner of your eyes you notice Jisung covering his face with his hands.Â
âWhat did you just say?â you ask, standing up. âPlease tell me I didnât just hear you say the words moving in?âÂ
âUhm,â Chan tilts his head in confusion. âI thought you knew?âÂ
âKnew. What?â you growl, your fingers balling up in fists.Â
âOh boy,â Jisung whispers and you turn to glare at him.Â
âYou knew about this?âÂ
âUhm, we all did? And we figured so would you,â he shrugs, looking at you with big innocent eyes.Â
You close your eyes, not at all immune to those brown doe eyes. If you keep looking at him you will stop being angry and you canât do that. Not now.Â
âIf somebody doesnât tell me very soon what exactly this thing Iâm supposed to know is, I will scream,â you clench your jaw and take a shaky breath.Â
This canât be happening. They are not moving into your house with you. Yoona wonât do that to you, not after your talk this morning. Right? You close your eyes in frustration, already knowing the answer to your own question. She will.Â
âSuch a drama queen,â a new voice speaks up from the door and when you turn your head, already seeing red, you see Minho smirking at you.Â
Changbin and Faris look concerned and when you look back at Chan, he actually looks like heâs pitying you. Fuck.Â
âJust say it already.â
âWell, weâre supposed to move into your new house with you,â Chan says, confirming it.Â
Oh hell no.Â
a/n: eeeeeeekkk I'm so excited for this series you have no idea!! I wasn't going to upload till tomorrow, but @staylovesmiley made me flip a coin and here I am at midnight, feeding you the first chapter.
Please let me know your thoughts <3
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TF2 ISSUE 7 SPOILERS //
Alright alright I know everyones going crazy over the ending of the comic (I am too) but I don't see this moment talked about enough and how beautifully done it is.
We start with the Administrator: The man who took everything from her is finally dead. She reigns victory. She is now living alone in peace, leaving flowers for each and every gravestone that was left before Zepheniah Mann's passing. The gravestones left before him are carved out beautifully, time and effort put into each and every one of them. The Administrator even lays out the roses so they look like they're grown out around the gravestones.
And here we have Zepheniah Mann's grave. A slab of rock with only his initials carved into it. The other gravestones are large, extravagant, and have their full names carved into them. Zepheniah's remains small; little thought put into it.
The gravestone wasn't even for him in the first place. It was for whichever of his son's died first, whichever one failed him. He himself didn't put much care into the gravestone, so why should he deserve anything better? In the end, he was treated the way he treated others. He was the failed son.
The Administrator leaves the stems of the roses out for him. She just places them there, no thought put into it seemingly. But there is SO much thought in this very moment. She had everything planned out from the very beginning.
Every day, she watched as the man grew older and older. She was there for his passing, and as far as we can tell, she caused his death. She leaves out roses for each and every grave, except for his. She leaves the stems. To her, he doesn't deserve the flower, he deserves the thorns. They aren't placed with care like the other flowers had been, they are simply put down. She gives him exactly what he deserves.
The atmosphere has suddenly lost that beautiful lighting and vibrant colours, the sky has become more gray and dreary. The Administrator is waking up more devastated, putting less time and effort into her daily life. The stems are turning brown, wilting under her eyes. She cares less. She seems relatively unaffected by the things around her. She gets stung by a bee, but doesn't seem to care. However that last panel says everything. She's growing tired of doing the same thing day in and day out. The cycle of depression is a tiring one. Soon enough you realize: is it even worth it? After all of this, after I finally got the one thing I wanted. But what now?
The scene is now almost completely devoid of colour. The weather is gloomy, and the Administrator looks like she has been bedridden for a while. She has taken the gravestone into her bedroom, now having to wake up to the reminder that he's dead and gone, she got what she wanted. But at what cost? There's nothing left to do anymore. She set herself out for one goal and one goal only her entire life. What was the point anymore?
There's so much to unpack in these panels, I doubt I've even scraped the surface of this. She's lost all emotion, the next few panels showing that she doesn't believe there's a point in living anymore. It's a terrifying thought, setting your entire life up to do one specific thing, getting that thing done, and then having nothing else left to live for. It's such a well-done portrayal of how depression can destroy you from the inside out.
Revenge is sweet, but it has a bitter aftertaste.
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heyyy
can I ask for a part 2 on fuckboy soap?
i want to know more about what happens with reader and simon
in my head, Simon HATES seeing Johnny treat the reader that way. i can envision Simon taking her out, treating her right and all but stealing away Johnny's toy.
So, I posted a part 2, but I have these asks about it and Iâd hate for them to go to wasteâ so I thought Iâll do a little bit of expansion on the relationship. Some shite exposition.
Uhhhh Iâm back from writing this now and I didnât mean to do this but I kind of made this like a prequel or like a part 1.5 I didnât mean to make it so long oops
Promethean: how to starve a beast
Simon does not involve himself, in any way, in the nasty hookup miasma that Soap is a part of. That most of the frat is a part of, honestly. Motherfucker doesnât party. This man is on financial aid and has a part time job. He is studying because heâs the one paying for his schooling and for his living expenses.
He doesnât care that Johnny fucks people under less than savory pretenses. People get played by him? Better they learn their lesson with some harmless douche with a mohawk than with someone who will actually do some damage. Ultimately, not his business. Heâs seen plenty of people come and go across the hall, and heâs not fussed.
He doesnât respond to the conquest stories from the other guys when theyâre sharing takeout, or the occasional âfamilyâ dinner. Really, the only reaction he gives, even internally, is when one of them comments on something some girl did that was gross, or something about them that wasnât hot.
A complaint that her period started when she stayed the night. Iâd like to fuck a girl while sheâs on the rag. Bet itâs fucking warm and slick.
A complaint that she had cellulite. Way to out yourself as being a porn addict, mate.
A complaint that her nails dug too hard into his skin. Iâd love for a girl to make me bleed when I fuck her.
He didnât feel any sympathy. Just accumulated little, harmless fantasies.
Until Johnny started talking about you.
Simon didnât know you. Had never met you. Seen you once or twice, maybe. Hadnât learned to even recognize your face.
âKept leaninâ, think she wanted me tâkiss her.â
âSo fockinâ bad at giving head. Sâa bit cute, tae be honest.â
âTried tae make a grab for my hand the other night. Can ye believe it? Tryinâ tae hold my hand while ahâm givinâ it tae her. Daft thing still doesnae get it.â
Then he starts to notice you when you leave Soapâs room. The way you very gently close his door as if youâre worried about bothering him. The way you pause, like thereâs something you want to say, before you move on. The deep breath. The odd sniffle.
And then, when you show up. Yanked inside without so much as a kind word.
Simon has to strain and get close to the door if he wants to hear you. Soapâs loud as all fuck, but from what one can hear from the hall, he may as well be in there alone.
Itâs like thereâs an electric coil in his belly. Every time thereâs something to do with you, the dial ticks over a notch. The current heats the metal. Every time Soap brags about what heâs done to you. Every time he sees you shake when you walk down the hall and out of the house. Every time Soap brags about what you, the stupid little thing he keeps for a fuckpet, really wantsâ
The coil is red hot. Even if he could figure out how to turn off the burner, the heat would stay. The metal would be hot to the touch. The heat radiates the very air in front of him, like a mirage. He thinks of you when youâre not even in the house. When no oneâs talking about you. Youâre a parasite thatâs squirmed deep into his gut and you canât be removed without pulling his organs out with you.
He feels like heâs gone mad. How can no one else see it the way he does? How can Johnny not see how privileged he is to have you even look at him? How can he not want the perfect devotion youâre so keen to give him? How can you not know that any man would thank god for your returned affection, if youâd only set your sights on one that wasnât a complete and total fuckhead? How has no jealous classmate or longtime friend come by and set Johnnyâs nose bloody and crooked for how heâs treated you, sensitive and dangerously endearing as you are?
Every time Johnny talked about you, he had no idea that it was another rusted staple under his best mateâs skin. Building your mythology. Making you a prize. No, that wasnât right.
Making you seem utterly wasted. Shackled yourself to a mutt with no sense for what he had writhing and submissive beneath him.
Soap has the perfect thing, the finest yield of flesh, right between his teeth and he wonât bite down.
Content for you to rot in his maw.
Well, Simon isnât.
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neeeeeedd finals themed x reader fics rn but i cant find ANYTHINGGGG i just need my fav boys to comfort me while im on my grindset đđđ
hiii! i was a little late to see this request, but i still wanted to write it! hope your finals went super well and that youâre enjoying the break! great work <33
bf!poly!marauders x gf!female!reader
summary: OWL's was truly getting to you but your favorite boys always know how to comfort you.
warnings: pure fluff: kissing, cutesy stuff, just teasing tension
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OWL's was starting to feel like an understatement.
The late nights, the constant ignoring of everything around you, never quite living in the moment⌠yeah, understatement doesnât even begin to cover it.
But getting perfect marks wasnât a want, it was a need.
If you wanted to be an Auror, if you wanted Dumbledoreâs referenceâpassing OWLs with flying colors wasnât optional. It was a must.
And, unfortunately, everyone else around you seemed to be paying for it.
James had been trying to get you to play Quidditch with him for three days straight. He even promised to buy you that dress youâd been eyeing during your last trip to Hogsmeade. You appreciated the effort but didn't cave.
Not long after, Sirius had tried his own tacticâconvincing you to go skinny-dipping in the Black Lake. He even tried to seduce you.
It was worse than James' attempt if you were being honest.
Then Remusâwho was usually the one to encourage studyingâtried to get you to let him read to you, just so you could get some sleep.
And you wanted to. You really did. But you couldnât afford distractionsânot with the potions section of your notes still untouched.
So, they gave you space. Finally. Or so you thought.
âHi, my love,â Remus murmured, massaging your shoulders, pulling you from your thoughts. You grinned and leaned up to kiss him.
âHello,â you chirped, your focus still on scribbling notes.
âStill working hard?â He asked, but his voice was light, full of warmth.
You hummed, nodding in agreement. âWell, I have a surprise for you,â He said, his tone suddenly more serious.
You didnât really register what he said at first, still lost in your notes. But then, without warning, he gently turned you toward him.
âDarling, I need you to step away from your quill and paper for just a second,â He said, his gaze soft but earnest. You frowned.
âBut Remmy, I really need to finish this,â You protested.
He gave you a playful yet exhausted look. âI swear, itâll still be here. I just want you to see something.â
You sighed and reluctantly set the quill down, giving your notes one last sad look before following him as he gently took your hand and led you out of the library.
âWhat is this surprise?â You asked, your impatience creeping into your voice.
âYouâll see, my love,â He replied with a soft smile.
âBut I really need to study,â You rambled. âProfessor Turner is going to mark me down if I mess up the measurements for the ingredients. You know how picky she is.â
Remus chuckled, stopping to look at you with tender amusement. âI swear on Merlinâs beard, youâll pass. You just need to stop stressing about it so much.â
His hands cupped your face, and he kissed your forehead, making you smile despite yourself.
Soon, you found yourself in the outdoor grassy area, where you could see James and Sirius bickering about something. Remus led you over to a picnic blanket where the two were sitting.
âWhatâs going on here?â You asked, looking between them.
âWellâŚâ James began, standing up and making his way toward you. âWe thought you could use a little stress reliever after all that studying.â
He took your hands in his. âAnd we wanted to do something nice for you,â He added, a playful glint in his eyes.
You grinned. âThank you guys,â You said, feeling your heart warm at their thoughtfulness.
âWe had to, love,â Sirius chimed in, looking at you with a teasing smirk. âWe were worried your pretty little brain was going to overload.â
You giggled and sat down on the blanket next to Remus. The scent of fresh blueberry muffins wafted up, making your stomach rumble.
âI never knew you guys could bake,â You said, eyeing the spread laid out in front of you.
James grinned proudly. âWell, we all make great bakers,â he said. âRemus has precision, Iâve got my luck, and SiriusâŚâ
âHey! I was moral support!â Sirius interjected, pushing James lightly.
You laughed, glancing at Remus. âThis is really sweet. Thank you.â
âOf course, my love,â Remus said, leaning in to kiss you softly. âWeâd do anything for you. And we both know youâll pass, because youâre brilliant.â
âYeah, that brain of yours would outsmart all of us,â Sirius said, shaking his head with a grin.
âAnd, uh, I did come up with the idea for the basket,â James interrupted, his eyes twinkling mischievously. âI think I deserve a kiss for that.â
You giggled, leaning over to give him a quick peck.
âI suggested we have it outside,â Sirius added, looking pleased with himself.
You laughed again before giving him a peck as well.
Remus smiled at you lovingly, his hand resting on your knee. âIâm just glad youâre here with us,â He said quietly.
âWell,â You said with a cheeky grin, âI think itâs time for some skinny dipping. Maybe a bit of Quidditch? And, oh, a bedtime story?â
The boysâ eyes all lit up. Siriusâ grin grew mischievous.
âYou had me at skinny dipping,â He said with a wink.
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Stronger || Logan Howlett x Reader
summary: after failing your last mission you start to over train yourself in secret but Logan notices the bruises and cuts and wont leave you alone about it.
warnings: angst to fluff, patching up fic, the reader is very hard on themselves, injury, blood, insecurity, sweet logan, reader pushes themself too much.
a/n: I had this idea at like 1:30am last night and I wrote it when i woke up oops. I just love fluffy patching up logan fics what can I say.
There it is again. Logan's nose twitches as you walk by. You smell like dirt and sweat but most of all blood. He locks eyes with you as you walk past the kitchen door.
Theres a limp in your step. It's subtle but there. You're wearing long pants and long sleeves despite it being hot outside and you're hiding your hands in your pockets. There's bags under your eyes and the smiles you give people aren't real.
Logan narrows his eyes at you and you look at the ground. Hurrying away from his pointed gaze. He wants to go after you but he hears your door slam and lock.
No one else has picked up on this except for him. He brings it up in passing but he's brushed off every time. Something is up with you and he's going to figure out what.
You sigh as you lean against your door. Your body aches like crazy and all you want to do is collapse onto the bed and sleep. But you force yourself to the bathroom. You need to scrub off all the evidence of everything from the night before. The blood and grime washed off but the bruises stayed.
"Damn." You mumbled as you took in the injuries from this time.
The person displayed in the mirror looked like a stranger. Your eyes were sunken, bruises on your body, you looked tired and felt worse. But you had to keep going. You needed to be strong, to prove yourself and this was the only way.
At least that's what you think. You crawl into bed and pass out the moment your head hits the pillows. Unfortunately the nightmares start then too.
You're back on your last mission. The whole reason you've been pushing yourself so hard. You were weak, lost, a burden to the team. You weren't like everyone else at the mansion. You didn't come here as a kid.
In fact you were well into your adult life when Professor Xavier found you. You had no training, no experience. You got stuck into classes with kids who had already mastered their powers. You felt silly, a fool to think you could be apart of this world. You didn't belong.
So when you got the chance to go on a mission you were excited. It means they thought you were ready, that you had something in you that could help.
The mission went terribly. You were overwhelmed and could barely keep up. Tackled to the ground you cried out in pain. A sharp blade against your neck caused you to freeze. You tried to conjure your energy blasts but a foot on your wrist stopped you. It was digging into you, crushing you. You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for what was to come.
It never does.
The pressure is released all at once as Logan tackled the man who was on you. Digging his claws into him until he's limp on the ground. He runs to you, checking you injuries. You couldn't speak. You couldn't warn Logan that someone else was coming. Then it all goes black. You're too late.
You sit up, Logan's name on the tip of your tongue as you wake up. Fuck. You take in your surroundings and try to calm down. Slowly sinking back into your bed. Reminding yourself that everything fine.
That the last mission didn't really end that way. Logan is okay, you're okay. But what if things had played out different.
If you could have held your own then Logan wouldn't have had to come to your rescue. He carried you back to the jet and while everyone was nice, you knew that you disappointed them.
You haven't been asked to go on a mission since. It hurt, you wanted to go. To be apart of the team. So you took it upon yourself to train. Your powers were trained in lessons with the professor but he never lets you go past a certain limit. So instead you decided to sneak out at night to the nearby forest and train there.
Honing not only your powers but your hand to hand combat as well. Trees were your only partners but it worked. They were strong and sturdy. Every night you'd sneak out. Practice with your powers which drained you and then practiced everything else after. It left you bloody and bruised but in your mind it was worth it.
Glancing at the clock you see that you've slept through most of the day. The sun had already set. Quietly you get dressed and sneak down the hallways. Most everyone was already in bed and if they weren't they were socializing in the living room. All you had to do was sneak by and you were home free for the night.
Laughter is the perfect distraction as you sneak past the doorway. Opening the door slowly and sneaking outside, running to the safety of the woods. What you don't notice is someone following you.
Logan caught your scent the second you stepped out of your room. Whether he wants to admit it or not he's always searching for you. He smelled your shampoo wafting past the door and eyed you outside. You were quick but he could still see you. Enough of this. Whatever the hell you were doing was killing you. Slowly but surely it was ruining you physically and mentally. He slipped away from the rest of the people in the living room and followed you.
As he got deeper in the woods he became worried, just what could you be doing out here? His ears perk up as he hears you. Peaking through the trees he finds you in a small clearing. You were clearly exhausted but you kept pushing. Creating energy from your finger tips and blasting them at a tall redwood.
Logan smells the blood that trickled from your nose. You were pushing yourself too hard. He's about to reveal himself when the loud creaking of a branch stops him.
You were too wrapped up in conjuring another blast that you don't notice a large tree branch cracking from the force of your powers. Logan springs in to action.
"Watch out!" He growls as he launches himself at you. Grabbing your body and wrapping himself around you the best he can. The branch falls right onto his back. It snaps in two as it falls to either side of you.
"Logan?! What are you doing here?" You ask as you stare at the fallen branch. Kicking yourself for not noticing it fast enough forcing Logan to put himself in danger for you again.
"What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing out here?" He yells as he lets you go. Taking in just how bad you looked.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What if I wasn't here? What if that branch fell and hit you and no one would know that you were bleeding out in the fucking woods!" Logan snarls. His fear and worry being masked by anger. How could you be so reckless? So stupid?
"I didn't ask you to fucking follow me!" You bite back. Shame creeping up as he scolds you. Logan scoffs and grabs your face firmly.
"Do you even see yourself right now?" He grabs your wrist and holds it up. Staring at your bloody knuckles. It fucking hurts. It hurts for him to see you like this and it hurts him that you were doing this to yourself.
âYou're tearing yourself apart, why?" The anger starts to fade, his real feelings breaking through.
"Because I'm weak." You admit, your voice cracking as the adrenaline starts to drain. Instead being replaced but complete and utter exhaustion.
"What?" Logan asks in disbelief.
"I failed the last mission, I could have gotten you hurt, I was a liability. If I got stronger, If I was better."
"Stop. Just stop. You really think all that?" Logan has let go of you by now, his eyes are looking at all your bruises. All the damage you've done to yourself.
"You don't?" You ask, afraid of his answer.
He doesn't say a word. Instead he takes your holds your hand, you try to ignore the butterflies growing in your stomach as he leads you back to the mansion. Taking you up to his room where he pulls out a first aid kit.
He doesn't need one but every room has one, of course you had already used up all of yours. Silently he patches you up, wrapping your knuckles in bandages and wiping up the blood from your nose.
"If you wanted train you could have come to one of us, to me." He should have noticed sooner, said something. Stopped you from doing this to yourself.
"I thought I had to do it on my own."
"You don't. It took me a while to figure it out too but you don't." He would be a hypocrite to scold you for going off alone but he doesn't really care.
"I'm sorry." You mumble. Logan cups your face and to your shock kisses your forehead gently.
"Don't ever do this again do you hear me." Logan can help you, he can protect you.
"I won't." You promise him. He smiles and picks you up.
"Logan!" You yelp as he drops you into his bed.
It smells just like him and you can't deny the instant comfort that comes over you as you snuggle into his sheets.
"You're going to rest for the next week. Anything you need you just call alright?"
"But what-" He stares at you and you stop talking, he wasn't fucking around about this.
"When you're healed and rested. Then we can train together." He doesn't leave room for argument, not that you wanted to argue with him anyways but still.
"Thank you Logan...You didn't have to do this."
He could have turned his head, pretended he never saw anything. Its what you expected him to do if you were being honest. But he didn't. He saw you struggling, pushing yourself and he couldn't let you hurt yourself any longer. He cared about you, a lot.
"I know." He says simply.
"Will you stay, while I sleep. I've been getting these nightmares and well..." Logan nods his head.
He shuts off the lights and crawls into bed with you. Kind of, more like he's half hanging off the edge of the bed. But you're comfortable and that's good enough for him.
It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. The comforting aura of Logan was enough. He hums as you curl closer to him. Logan chasing away any nightmares that threaten to hurt you and for the first time in a while your dreams are quiet.
A smile on your face as peace finally overcomes your dreams.
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Men who talk a certain way.
They carry themselves with elegance, talk with a poised cadence unique to them. They hold themselves upright and have an air of superiority. A cunning look, signature smirk, firm hand; these are staples of their character, they know how to strike a deal. Whether for their people or their own gain, they intimidate those to gain an advantage no matter how many exploits gone through or people exploited.
People either love or fear them.
Theyâre important.
Itâs no surprise that they sit at the centre of the table at a meeting, commanding attention. All eyes are on them, gripping their every word. Prompt nods and murmurs of agreements follow. Theyâre smart too. Incredible wit and perceptiveness as they continuously glance at everyone, especially you.
Fuck, and theyâre hot too.
It makes your blood run hot. Jolts shoot throughout your body and you avert your gaze. It was stupid to you to be losing your cool for a man who felt indifferent about your existence. Maybe that isnât the right word.Â
Sometimes, you would question whether he hated you. Whenever you needed a pen, your hands brushed against one another for a second and he would quickly pull back as if being stung by a bee with a slight scowl forming on his face. If the piles of paper you needed to finish took too long, he would be adamant you finish for the night, which is all fine and dandy if he wasnât looking for help from others to complete your work. He even reprimanded you, talked to you in that familiar stern tone once for not having your priorities in place when a stranger came up to you in a flirtatious manner as if you could control that.Â
He pissed you off.Â
Why couldnât he care about you like a normal person?
However, you were wrong about all of it. He cared too much.
When your fingers grazed him he was ridden with guilt, these were the same hands he would think about at night. Imagine tracing the sharp edges of his skin. He would shut his eyes and throw his head back, replacing his hands with your own. Try to commit the soft feel of yours to his. Would you go slow or fast? He wondered. How would you hold him? Would you let him make a mess? His thoughts would trail on and on questioning your grip, your face, what you would say.
So, it was no surprise when he saw you working yourself to exhaustion that he wanted you to rest. That was his duty after all. Only he could do that. The eyes that he desperately wanted to see glazed over with a lust filled haze needed to be well rested first. That way, he could slowly see them become drunk for him, turning red, bloodshot from just how well he would treat you.
And it was especially no surprise that when another person had the audacity to want you too, he had to stop them. Sure, you didnât deserve the scolding but he would make you feel so much better later on. He just had to be patient.
Had to keep his tone steady and tame. Pretend to treat you just like everyone else. Even if you thought he hated you. He could fuck you like that too if you wanted. He would give you anything you wanted. However, you didnât deserve to know how depraved he truly was.
There was a thought that lingered at the forefront of his mind. If you found out just how he imagined you, would you leave? He figured you might feel disgusted, a man of his caliber, his power, wanting to succumb to you. And so he continued to talk. Continued to keep his tone steady. Keep his tone tame.Â
He would keep himself in line; refined. Because if you found out how he was imagining you, perhaps then this man would truly feel fear.
fantasising about...
Sylus, NEUVILLETTE, Jing Yuan, Welt, Sunday, DAN HENG, Artem, Zhongli!, Gepard, Alhaitham?, Cyno ...and anyone else you're thinking of
Hope you liked this! Inspired by the song 'Talk' by Hozier. Specifically the line, "So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you." Please give it a listen! It was in my Spotify Top 5 it's so good and captures the vibe I was trying to go for with this. Sorry for the yap. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!
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must be love
â you find saeâs phone opened, and you decide to snoop.
or; sae gets exposed for being a fake idgafer. this is too sappy. 2.7k words, this is my longest fic in my whole life⌠what life feels like as a girl who loves too much core
tags: @narcjsistx
â for rhi. love ya, partner.
âshe seems really eager to please,
but she has quite the backbone.â
you huff out in frustration. âah!! ughâŚâ you scowl. sae raises his eyebrow. âmy groupmate never started on her share of the work⌠ugh, now i have to cram it..!â you explain your sudden outburst. sae scoffs. âthen tell your teacher or something. itâs not like i can do anything about it, im not your teacher.â he, quite obviously, points out. âwh⌠ugh, iâm gonna⌠i justâ needed to let out my anger.â you groan, face planting and screaming into your textbook. and he hums in response. although he didnât show it on his face, your outburst was quite out of character for the person he had grown to know. it was⌠weird, to say the least. and it had caused him to make a mental note not to anger you.
âher generosity knows no bounds.â
âsae, this is for you. merry christmas!â you hand him a wrapped box. âhm..? i donât take christmas gifts.â he bluntly states. âi havenât gotten any gifts since i was 10 years old.â you scoff to yourself. âmaybe thatâs why youâve always got that stick in your ass.â you tease. âexcuse me?â he glares daggers at you. âaaaanyway! open it!â you shove the box into his hands. he looks at the box, and then at you, and he decides to open it. ânew cleats.â he acknowledges. yes, mhm. these were indeed cleats..! âi didnât need these, i was going to buy them myself.â he states.
âi know, you could probably buy them yourself. but, i thought iâd save you the hassle, yâknow?â how thoughtful of you. he eyes the cleats up and down; itâs an expensive brand, but itâs worth the price for the quality. ââŚthanks.â he says, at last. he didnât expect a gift from you, he doesnât have one prepared for you. heâll make sure to buy you something youâll love later. âoh! hold on, i wanted to give you some other things âŞ~â you fish a keychain and envelope out of your bag and hand it to him.
ââŚcinnamoroll..?â he questions. âitâs cute right? i thought youâd like it.â what an odd way of thinking⌠never once has he mentioned anything about cinnamoroll. but then again, it is pretty cute. ââŚwell, i wonât say i hate it. thank you.â he thanks you as he eyes the envelope. âah, donât read it in front of me..! i got a bit sappy, itâs pretty. embarrassingâŚâ you awkwardly laugh. âah, got it.â
later that day, he opened the envelope. there was a letter; it had cute doodles all over. and, heâd be lying if he said that he didnât feel your affection radiating off the letter. it was⌠really sweet.
âwhat a beautiful human being she is.â
itoshi sae is what you like to call a shy lover, if you were to put it kindly.
you know for a fact that he loves you, he just isnât good at verbally expressing it. words of affection are too sappy for him. he prefers to show it through the thoughtfulness of his gifts, and the longing touches of his hands, which seem to never leave yourâs.
you know he loves you. but, you canât help but wish for him to say it more often.
it wasnât many nights lately that the two of you would have a date night. with saeâs rigorous training schedule and endless interviews, the only thing he wants to do at night is to fall asleep beside you.
however, today was the end of the season. meaning, sae would have much more free-time for you.
with saeâs last game for the year completed in 0-4, the first thing he had to do was call you. even though you werenât far away at all, sitting in the VIP lounge with the relatives and girlfriends of saeâs teammates.
âs/o?â he calls your attention. âmhm? congratulations on your win, babe! i knew youâd win.â you congratulate him. âthey could barely keep the ball when they had it. is it really an achievement for me to have won this match?â he says, almost sassily. âpsshâ alright. i get it, mr. âtepid.â.â you tease.
âdonât call me that.â he huffs. âstay where you are. iâll go to you.â he commands. you hum in acknowledgment, and he hangs up.
he doesnât keep you waiting too long before showing up. âthere you areâŚâ he sighs in relief, kissing you as his hands automatically find themselves on your bodyâ one tangled in your hair, and the other resting on the curve of your spine.
once he finds the will in himself to finally pull away, heâs breathless.
he looks like he wants to say something, but he holds himself back, his fingers flowing through your hair. ââŚget ready for our date later tonight, yeah? formal wear.â
you nod, and his lips curl upward. âiâll see you later.â
you decided to go all out, pull all the brakes. and when sae picks you up in his car, he canât help thinking that you look like a dream. âare you sure you arenât a model?â he muses to himself. his heart twists, and the fat of his cheeks redden with affection. your hair flows like silk, and that glimmer in your eyes was once a star, handpicked from the skies, heâs sure of it.
everything about you encourages him to keep staring, but he manages to get ahold of himself. ââŚyouâŚlook beautiful.â is the only thing he can get himself to say. but, beautiful doesnât seem to encapsulate it, not at all. itâs not even close. beautiful is only a fraction of what he thinks. âheh, you think so?â you ask. âyeah; beautiful.â he assures. âletâs go.â he says, barely turning his attention away from you as he turns to the road.
the drive to the restaurant is quiet, but saeâs mind is screaming at him. his eyes canât stop moving back to take sneaky glances of you. he drinks up your beauty like a serpent, and he still hasnât had his fill.
ââŚweâre here.â he pulls the shift into itsâ brake. he gets out, and hands his keys to the valet boyâ his words are inaudible through the car door, but he quickly finishes his conversation and moves to open your car door.
you take your first step out, and his hand immediately moves to help you out. god, you might be even prettier under the gleam of moonlight, shining like the pearl of the planet.
his arm moves and snakes around your waist, guiding you into the restaurant under the flash of paparazzi cameras. he grimaces at the loud, pitchy voices of news interviewers, begging for a comment; anything for a headline quote.
the gentle touch of his fingers tighten, as he silently encourages you to walk faster, and lose the crowd. the two of you hurry up, and dash into the restaurant, where youâre greeted with a dim candlelight, mahogany walls, and the rhythmic trumpet of jazz.
âwelcome, mr. itoshi.â the receptionist greets. âyour table for two is right this way.â she quickly guides the two of you into a secluded part of the restaurant, just like heâs always done as to make sure neither of you are spotted and harassed in public.
lamps hang on the walls, creating a romantic atmosphere. and the curved dark-brown leather booth couch perfectly complements the dark oak roundtable.
the date isnât too different from the others. the two of you chat about anything that comes to mind. but, itâs actually more like itâs just you chattering on, and sae listening as he admires that excited grin on your face.
on the outside looking in, itâs obvious how he has heart eyes when he stares at you. heâs in a trance as he listens to the rich honeying sweetness of your voice; his finger traces the lines on the roundtable, wishing that itâd be the crinkles of your smile heâs tracing when he blinks and opens his eyes again.
his trance is broken though, when his phone rings. damn it, he forgot to put his phone on do not disturb⌠âsomething wrong?â you ask sae, and he takes his phone out of his pocket. ânot sure. there shouldnât be a problem, i cancelled everything for tonight. ugh⌠just a second, amorâŚâ he remorsefully takes your hand in his as a silent gesture of apology. he took too long to pick up the phone, it already went outâŚ
he opened his call app, and saw that it was from his publicist, dabadie. he groaned before picking up.
âsae! you didnât mention that youâd be going out on a date today, your paparazzi shot is already all over social medias..!â he worriedly stammers. âi didnât? well, whatever⌠itâs just a date photo anyway.â sae shrugs, speaking quietly to ensure that you donât hear. ârightâ but⌠you know the internet⌠they might criticize you, and say that sheâs distracting you from soccerâŚâ
sae is about to correct himâ heâs about to say that you arenât distracting him from his career, but he holds back once he remembers that youâre right beside him, eagerly waiting for his attention to be back on you.
âi⌠have to speak to you for a second, im already outside the restaurant⌠the paparazzi didnât censor out the location well enough either⌠so, the agencyâs security car will follow you two homeâŚâ he adds on. sae sighs. âi have to speak to you too. iâll meet you outside.â he hangs up. he huffs in exasperation and shallowly drops his phone, making it clatter on the table; the screen is left open on his call record. âim sorry, amor⌠i have to quickly take care of something, iâll be back soon, i promise.â he kisses your hand.
âhmph, donât worry. itâs dabadie, right? heâs always worried about somethingâŚâ you laugh. of course youâd be understanding about it. you always understood. âheh, that he is.â he sasses before leaving the table.
âŚand you canât help but notice that his phone is still open.
his phone is practically yelling at you, âcheck out whatâs on me, s/o! check it out right now!â, and you simply canât resist the temptation to!
first, you simply scroll around at his call record; nothing too interesting, itâs filled with calls from dabadie, and you. as well as occasional calls from his mom. how tepid, as sae would put it. you exit the app, and find his home screen wallpaper to be a picture he took of you; youâre looking out into the distance, the large castle of sleeping beauty in the background.
you smile to yourself at that cute photo, and move to his photos; itâs filled with photos of you, and almost none of himâ not unless you were beside him. you scroll down to check out his older photos; theyâre childhood pictures, only a few of them are with rin included.
âŚ
âŚanyways, âwhat is in sae itoshiâs notes app?â, you ponder. you open his notes app.
âthings i want to eat: 1. omelette, 2. paella, 3. pesto pastaâ
âonitsuka tiger mexico - kill bill/grey, new balance 2002r - grey, asics gel NYC - oyster greyâ
âlaundryâ
âi love youâ
you laugh at the randomness of his notes, quickly scrolling through them. itâs true when they say that a boyâs notes is truly random.
but that last note catches your eye. itâs a pretty odd note that just says âi love youâ with no additional text. and, it makes you wonder.
saeâs an organized person, more or less. so, his notes must be filed too. and, youâre correct. there are three files; âlistsâ, âimportant documentsâ, and a file with your initial as itsâ name.
the other two donât seem as interesting, nor seem as mysterious. so, you click on the mysterious file.
and, the file is filled with everything about you; heâs written down your birthday (including the timeâŚ), your family membersâ names, foods you like to eat when you arenât feeling well, shows that you like to watch⌠everything.
and, thereâs a note that catches your eye. itâs a cut-off sentence, since it was too long. you decide to feed your curiosity and click on the note.
âshe talks to everyone, even the people she doesnât like.
it takes a lot to piss her off.
sheâs always kind to me, after all.
she seems really eager to please, but she has quite the backbone.
she works really hard, but i donât think many see it.
her generosity knows no bounds, and she always knows what kind of joke to make.
i didnât think it was possible for a soul to be so beautiful.
nor, that someone like i would meet a soul like herâs.
but, im grateful to the stars above that i met her.
someone as kind as her deserves to receive all the love she gives.
i donât think she knows how loved she really is though.
what a beautiful human being she is.
there simply isnât enough words to describe the way her dimples crinkle when sheâs happy.
the day she was conceived, the gods mustâve tenderly sculpted her heart out of ivory and gold.
the way she enamors everyone in the room simply by walking inside, and the way her personality shines in her rushed, yet sweet handwriting.
one day, i hope sheâll finally be perpetually happy.
so, that she can always shine that enchanting smile of herâs.
she deserves all of it.â
was this a poem..? it didnât seem like it, it didnât rhyme, and the stanzas didnât have equal amounts of lines⌠but, the way he worded it out almost made it seem like he was a poet.
you donât⌠even know what to think at such a romantic confession. itâs certainly much more than sae has ever verbally said to you. but, the fact that he had written this with you in mind makes your heart pound like crazy.
youâve always known that sae loves you, but seeing his private thoughts all written out for you to read was⌠overwhelming.
âgoing through my texts, amor? iâm not texting any other woman besides you.â sae nonchalantly jokes. shitâ time went quicker than youâd thought. âah, nn⌠just got a bit curious, babeâŚâ you hum. âwhat were you looking at..?â he asks, and his eyes widen the moment he sees what you were reading. out of all the things on his phone, that was the last thing he wanted you reading.
he embarrassedly closes his phone. âso⌠what was all that writing about..? were you trying to be a poet?â you jokingly ask; you knew that sae wasnât mad, per say⌠he was probably just embarrassed. ân..no⌠it was, ahâŚâ he clears his throat. âit was just⌠something i typed out when i realized i had many observations about you that i needed to write down. i just got sidetracked while i was typing.â he explains.
you smile, your entire body feeling like youâre on fire. the love you feel for sae itoshi feels like too much to contain in your heart. âit was really sweet, saeâŚâ you assure him. for some reason, you have the odd incentive to just⌠cry right now. you love him so much.
âi know. but, itâs also too sappy.â he huffs. âaw, donât be so shy⌠i know youâre just a huge softie under that tough surfaceâŚâ you tease, moving closer to cuddle up to his side. âim not soft. i just love you, okay?â he groans. âdonât make me say embarrassing things.â
your smile widens, making him look at you with that lovesick look in his eyes. âaww⌠well, i guess i know how much you love me now anyway, so thatâs good enough..!â you mentally fist pump at this small victory.
the atmosphere suddenly feels light again as you start to chatter again, teasing him slightly before going back to what you were speaking about before he had left. and still, saeâs looking at you like youâre the world cup trophy, like youâre all heâs dreamed of.
and sae thinksâŚ
ââŚyouâll know how sappy i can get when itâs our wedding day.â
but he should save that for another 5 years, or so.
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ROOM FOR YOU
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day 20 of melodies to memories â p.sh x f!r fluff healing 1OO3
itâd been a whole 3 years since youâd last seen him after you graduated from high school, and only now had you received word from the man himself that he was moving back.
hoon: âiâm coming back to town soon for college, should we meet up?âÂ
you stared at his text wondering how you should feel. the boy was your first friend, first crush, first everything except for anything relating to âboyfriendâ. you wondered maybe if youâd said something before he left if heâd had stayed
little did you know, sunghoon harbored the same exact thoughts and feelings. you were his everything except for his girlfriend and how he wished he could call you his after all the time youâd spent together growing up
good thing sunghoon was thinking the same exact thing after heâd sent the text, wondering if it was the right call to text you back all this time.
the east coast just wasnât made for him and heâd been wanting to go back ever since he got there.
heâd been meeting to call, ask many times âhowâs it like back at home?â or even ask about the lake youâd spent many summers in, dunking each other in, then basking in the fleeting daylight as you dried off.Â
youâd meant to move on, appear strong and say that you were doing better now, and it was for the best, but seeing that textâŚyou werenât so sure.Â
you knew thereâd always be room for park sunghoon inside of your heart whether you liked it or not.Â
y/n: would you have time to call sometime as well?
your fingers hovered over your phone as you hit send, heart pounding like youâd just run a marathon. it wasnât like you to feel so nervous about a simple text, but with sunghoon, nothing was ever simple.
the three dots appeared almost immediately, and you couldnât decide whether that was a good or bad sign.
as if almost immediately, your message was read and he was calling. it was about time you suppose.
âhey,â
âitâs about time you rang,â you force out a small laugh. at least you wanted to think it was forced, that he didnât have you waiting endlessly on the call you asked him to give when he had landed at the other end of the country.
âyou mustâve gotten up early, here itâs almost 10:30,â he continues on after a moment of silence either of you arenât sure youâre comfortable with.
âyeah a bit, didnât mean to wake up, so iâll probably go back to sleep after this call,â you smile appreciating the concern.
âguess i got lucky then,â you hear him smile on the end. god, how you hated that you could predict his facial features just through his voice.
âso,â you started, breaking the silence that threatened to grow too heavy, âwhatâs bringing you back? homesick?â
âmissed the west coast, missed home too much here,â you hear him laugh on the other end. itâs a laugh of carefulness and uncertainty.
you hum, acknowledging his statement, somewhere deep down hoping heâd say he missed you too.
âmissed you,â you blurt out speaking your mind before he could start a new statement.
âi missed you too, not just as a friend, but as an everything,âÂ
his words hung in the air, thick with meaning. you froze, your breath catching in your throat as you processed what heâd just said.
"an everything?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
âyeah,â sunghoon admitted, his tone softer now. âi know itâs probably not fair to say this after all this time, but i couldnât leave it unsaid anymore. i thought maybe if I told you now, weâd have a chance to⌠i donât know, figure things out when i got back?â
âsunghoonâŚâ you started, your voice wavering. âyou canât just say things like that out of nowhere.â
âi know,â he sighed. âi know itâs a lot, but Iâve been holding it in for three years. i canât keep pretending i donât feel this way about you.â
âyouâre not special you know that right? youâre not the only one who hasnât moved on, so fuck you too park sunghoon,â you laughed in a lighter tone.Â
if sunghoon could explain that feeling, itâd felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he could never explain how the tightness in his chest dissipated by your words and tone alone.
âwould it be better to talk about this, like when i come back?â he asked unsure if this was the best resolution to a phonecall where he practically said everything heâd been wanting to say for the longest time ever.
âmaybe it would,â you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside you. âbut for the record, hoon, you donât get to come back into my life and drop a bomb like that without dealing with the fallout.â
hoon. heâd love to live everyday with you calling him that again, bad or good day.
âi deserve that,â he admitted with a soft chuckle. âi just couldnât wait any longer. i had to tell you.â
âthree years, though,â you said, your voice teasing yet soft. âwho moves to the other side of the country, never contacts their best friend, then decides to come back and let everything out after 3 years? are you crazy?â
âevery single day,â he confessed. âmoving away didnât change how I felt. If anything, it made it worse.â
for the first time in years, you felt the faintest glimmer of hope for what could be. âthen i guess iâll see you soon, park sunghoon.â
âsoon,â he echoed, and the word felt like a promise.
as the call ended, you sat there in the quiet of your room, your thoughts racing but your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. three years was a long time to hold onto feelings like these, but maybeâjust maybeâit was worth the wait.
âââ âĄ
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âĄÂ [18+ mdni]!! # loss of virginity, rival to lovers (?).
you weren't surprised when seungcheol brutally threw you onto his bed. i mean, you spent the last few weeks fighting for any stupid reason that appeared. it was obvious that every unfounded hatred had something behind it. he kissed your neck in an uncontrolled way, biting and sucking the sensitive flesh as if he wanted to mark you. you spent most of the makeout in silence, knowing that if you opened your mouths it would only be to tease the other. it was a little pathetic, yes, but it was hot, and seungcheol was hot. fuck, you choked when you saw him take off his shirt, his strong arms completely exposed to you, the silver chain hitting your face. he laughed before grunting and kissing you again, pulling down his pants in a somewhat clumsy way. you just did the same, pulling your dress quickly and getting rid of your panties as soon as you saw him get rid of his underwear. okay, fuck, that was fucking big! you saw seungcheol grab a condom from the drawer, and you avoided thinking about how normal it seemed to him, and then he put it on, going with his glande in your cunt. the sudden act scared you, enough for you to stutter. "c-cheol!" you called him, receiving a look from man. "can you⌠take it easy? i⌠i'm a virgin." cheol's mouth opened in a perfect 'o', at that moment he removed his member from inside you, and at the same moment you protested, asking him to go back, just be⌠calm. "fuck, why didn't you tell me this before?" "you would give upâŚ" "what? of course not, i justâŚ" he shook his head, showing was better than telling. he removed the condom, but didn't get off your body, his hard cock was now touching your groin, while he sucked on the tip of your tits, the light bites on the hard nipple making you moan a little louder than expected, seungcheol lifted his head sometimes just to see you with your eyes closed while moaning, he went down kissing your belly, the wet kisses making your skin tingle. and seungcheol always checked on you, letting out a few laughs when their eyes met. "open" he said kissing your thigh, and you trembled, obeying. fuck, you'd never felt anything like that, the way his tongue went through every part of your cunt, the way he seemed to want to devour you. your moans and contortions becoming greater as he inserted one finger, and then another, and another... he kept 3 fingers inside you, and you clung against the sheets, wetting his hand. "cheol~" you groaned, as a request. and he laughed. you rolled your eyes. but the next second he took another condom, opened a tube of lubricant and poured it into it, there was not so much need, you were lubricated and the condom already had some lube, but he was worried. and then he entered, slowly, feeling you relax on his cock. 'so hot!' he moaned in your ear as he started to thrust, you couldn't even think. "you look so much prettier like this, under me, moaning" cheol was slow in his movements, yet precise, and you thought you were gonna die when his thumb went to your clit, making a pressure there that made you cum. "hold on a little, please" he basically begged, waiting for your nod to re-thrust, shit, you were so sensitive after cumming, your sly moans were making him crazy. he squeezed your left nipple and the loud moan you gave made cheol cum in the condom...
''damn... that was... fuck" he said, lying on your side after removing the condom. "who knew our academic rivalry would end... like this" you teased. "i was able to cum inside you then... i kind of won this game like hell," he laughs. "you only say that because you took my virginity, in fact, if you tell someone that, i'll kill you" "tell someone? damn, never! you're mine, i'll never tell anyone what happened here." "i am what?" "that's right. shhhhhh." he kissed you before you could say anything. "you need to pee" you stared at him confused. "something about needing to pee after sex, don't ask me, i don't know very well either, i saw it on tiktok" you laughed, getting up and going to pee, even if you didn't feel like it. when you went back to bed, you ended up in a silent agreement to sleep there, and that's how you fell asleep nestled in seungcheol's arms.
and that's also how you ended up having your first morning sex.
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