#there are so many rooms on oa. i could just crash in a random one when i need sleep

[kiseiakhun]

"Kyle," John says when Kyle flies into his office, which are just his living quarters on oa converted into a cubicle, but bigger. "You have-"

"Tits," Kyle says, framing his - her - his chest, fingers digging into the soft mounds of flesh protruding obtrusively through his paper thin uniform. Jesus, it really doesn't hide anything. "They're tits." He lifts them and lets them drop. They're not big enough to jiggle but they still - bounce. In the air.

"I see that," John says faintly, and somehow his voice remains level. It takes far more concentration than it should warrant for his gaze to remain professional when his eyes slide down, from Kyle's... chest, to his belly, to the newly protruding curve of his hips. "... why."

"Magic," Kyle says, sounding aggrieved. He pushes past John's door and looks around the room, hands on his new hips. "You still don't have a bed?"

"This is my office," John points out.

"This is your room. For you to crash in. You don't need an office. None of us need an office. Why don't you just build a new office, if you want one so bad? Mogo would let you." Kyle glances at the only other chair in John's office (room), unvarnished, uncushioned wood, and constructs an elaborate claw-footed loveseat to flop dramatically in. His tits jiggle with the movement. Maybe John should start wearing a mask, too, to make his staring less obvious. "I need a drink."

"You co-own a bar," John says, and then asks, carefully, "is the change permanent?"

"God, no." Kyle pushes his bangs out of his face and sighs, sagging further in his unnecessarily elaborate seat. "Can you imagine? I think Hal would go berserk."

"What does Hal have to do with-" John starts, and then stops. "You let him fuck you."

Kyle stares at him. He lifts his mask to make his staring more apparent, his big eyes looking softer, more rounded, narrowing in bewilderment. "Seriously?" he asks. "How the hell did you-" he makes a sharp, exasperated gesture with his hand. "It was freaky enough when Guy did it."

"Guy, too?" John lets a little judgement slip into his voice. Just a little.

"Don't you start with me." Kyle straightens up, dropping his mask back on his face like a suit of armor. "First, I need a drink."

"You co-own a bar," John points out, again, patiently.

Kyle makes a disgruntled noise. "Buy me a drink, John. Can't you take a hint?"

"You're not actually a girl, you know," John says, even as he's getting up from his seat and following Kyle out of his office (living quarters), valiantly keeping his eyes above Kyle's expanded backside, which was already plenty big to begin with.

"So what?" Kyle peeks over his shoulder. "Do you only show chivalry to girls now?"

John flies closer to him, putting a hand on his lower back. Kyle's skin is so warm, it's like he's not wearing anything at all. "What you need isn't chivalry," John says, leaning close like he's whispering a secret.

Kyle actually stutters in his flight, nearly making John smack into him. He rights himself in time, looking down at Kyle's pink-tinged ears as Kyle clears his throat. John's hand looks bigger now on Kyle than it did before. The... transformation... really did wonders on his ass. "Tell you what," Kyle says, interrupting John before he can do something inadvisable, "if you're better to me than Guy or Hal, I'll let you be as chivalrous as you want before this," he gestures at himself, "wears off."

John hums consideringly. "That's hardly a challenge."

"Right," Kyle says. "Then you should have no problem." He pulls back and looks at John through the blank white eyes of his mask. "Too bad you don't have a bed."

And he winks. John doesn't know how he knows Kyle is winking behind his mask, but he knows. He winks and then reaches down to take John's hand, thoughtlessly linking their fingers together, and continues towards Warriors with a cheeky swagger in his flight path.

Fine. John will play along, for now. Kyle is obviously enjoying the attention his temporary transformation is begetting him, and John might handle himself with more decorum compared to some others but at the end of the day he's still a man. With the ass like the one Kyle is sporting now, he can probably talk John into anything. He can ask John to paint his skin red and pretend to be Sinestro and John will go along with it and he will only feel a little ashamed of himself until he-

(Focus)

Forget about Hal. John feels like he might go insane.

"How long did you say this would last, again?" he asks Kyle.

"Dunno," Kyle replies. "Could be a week. Could be two."

A week. A fucking week. Or maybe two.

Maybe he should get a bed.

[a-nochu-blog]

Are You Calling Me a Sinner? ;; Taehyung AU

Taehyung xx Reader

**A little bit sensitive content**

 Everyone was gathered outside of their house, all gossiping about what just happened.

 Taehyung and I got arrested. What’s even new?

 “I don’t know what will happen to them anymore.” A neighbor sighed.

 “Tsk. Sinned. So much. Too young to be like this. I guess they want attention.” Other whispered while chuckling.

 Taehyung look at the 2 people then stared at then deeply, “Are you calling me a sinner?” I just smirked.

 Two police officers were holding our hands even though we’re already cuffed. “What the fuck are we waiting for? Aren’t we going to the police station?” Taehyung cursed and constantly making trouble. The guy who was holding me came to Taehyung to calm him down.

 A pin that I was holding since earlier helped me to get out of being cuffed. I nodded at Taehyung and he nodded back. I got the alcohol bottle that we just emptied earlier then crashed it to the officers’ head. Everyone gasped then shouted. Kids were crying but we cared less.

 “Tsk.” Taehyung scoffed. I unlocked his handcuff. “Stop overreacting. They’re not dead.”

 These people were so OA. They seem so innocent but they also got some stains behind them. So irritating. It’s not like we can kill. No, we can’t. We just make them unconscious.

 “Come on, we need to go somewhere.” Taehyung got on his motor then I followed. I held his waist then we went off.

 Taehyung and I were arrested because we punched some random guys while drunk. Yes, Taehyung was drunk and driving.

 We’ve been making troubles since we got the age of 15 and we’re now 21, turning 22 on December 30. Our family? I have a mother and a brother. I truly love them but i couldn’t express it to them so... useless.

 Taehyung got a mother who’s really useless because she’s been physically abusing him. And... his father was gone.

 My father? He’s with Taehyung’s mother. So fucked up.

 “Where are we going anyway?” I asked loudly so Taehyung could hear me.

 “To get into more troubles.” He said as the wind blew against our face. I rested my head on his back, smiling.

 I love it when i rest myself onto him. I feel secured. “What an irony to a person who only knows getting into fights.” I thought.

 -*-*-*

 30 minutes of drive, then Taehyung stopped his motor. We’re now in front of an abandoned building. Cold wind chilled me and the night darkening, made me shiver.

 “Where are we?” I asked Taehyung while hugging myself because it’s really cold.

 Taehyung took off his jacket, left it hanging on my shoulder.

 I smiled swiftly. Taehyung still cares and the only thing I love is that he only showed it to me.

 “I also don’t know.” Taehyung chuckled. I just shook my head at him then he smiled, “Let’s go?” He asked, I nodded.

 We were walking side by side, our hands brushing against each other, mine wanting to catch his when he suddenly grabbed it. “You’re cold.” He stated and his hand was so warm.

 "Are we getting into fight again?" I just asked instead. Not minding my hand being pinched by his.

 "Yes." He said sternly. Then he let go of my hand. "I don't know any about them. A friend just told me to come here." I suddenly became worried. We never fought with a group of strangers.

 "Is this safe?" I asked. I hit my head in my mind. How fighting can be safe?

 Taehyung didn't answer. When the two of us already came in, I suddenly stopped then grabbed his shirt like a scared little girl.

 "The fuck." Taehyung whispered. A lot of grown-up and big men welcomed us. Some even holding bats.

 "Taehyung." I whispered. He grabbed my hand again and made me stand behind him as nervousness rushed to me.

 "Why are you here?" A big guy retorted. "Oh.. we got two beauties here." he continued, walking towards us followed by his people.

 Taehyung and I walked backwards. I started whimpering as I became so scared. "Taehyung, let's go!" I shouted as different emotions rushed in me.

 "Where do you think you're going?" The guy asked. He's intimidating and scary as fuck.

 He's now standing in front of us. "What are you gazing at, you little shit?" He asked then slapped Taehyung. I gasped. The guy looked at me that sent shivers down my spine. He whistled then the other men laughed.

 "Your girlfriend here is beautiful." He said as he eyed me. "Can I fuck her?" Taehyung let go of me, grabbed the wood beside us then throw it to the guy. The guy didn't even flinch. When he was about to move, Taehyung grabbed my hand then we ran to his motor.

 We got off. They didn't catch us. Taehyung was so fast but I didn't mind it. I just sobbed on his back. "Fuck you." I said in between of my tears.

 Taehyung stopped the motor. We're now at a dark lot. I don't know where this was.

 I got off then slapped him. Taehyung was in shock while I just sobbed in front of him.

  "What was that for?!" He yelled. He was about to slap me but I was staring, straight to his eyes so he stopped his hand mid-air. He sighed then cupped my face instead, "Look, I'm so sorry."

 "Fuck it. I was so scared." I said. "They almost got us!" I freaked out, couldn't even control my tears.

 "Shhhh... look here..." Taehyung slightly bent down his knees so that his face was on my level. "I'm sorry, okay? They're not here anymore. You're with me, we're safe.We're not coming back anymore, okay?" He wiped my tears with his thumb but tears kept flowing down. "Oh shit. Please, hush." Taehyung suddenly hugged me, let me cry on his chest while he's brushing my hair. I felt his lips on my head then rested his head on my own,

"Don't cry. It hurts me."

 All of the moments that we shared suddenly flushed back. Nope, we never had this moment. I suddenly realize that even though we're strong outside, we're still coward who needs love and affection... which we didn't receive.

 "Let's go home now." Taehyung told me softly.

 No, Taehyung... your arms were my only home.

 When we got back to our neighbourhood, Taehyung walked with me to my house. "Rest." Taehyung said with a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry again."

 I shook my head, "It's okay." I said, patting his shoulder. "You should go back now." I said. I became worried again.

 Outside seems much safer than inside his house.

 "Go inside then I'll go." He told me. I just nodded then went inside, smiling.

 My smile fades suddenly when my mom welcomed me with a frown. "What did you do again?" She asked sternly.

 I took off my shoes, rolled my eyes then walked. I love her but I'm tired of her shits.

 I was about to open my room when she turned me around then slapped me. I was so shocked. Seconds passed until a tear left my eye. "Where did you learn this kind of disrespect?" She shouted

 I tried to hold myself back from crying but I couldn't. "From you." I answered her, shaking. "You were the one who made me like this."

 My mom just stared at me before she shook her head, "This is what you get from going out with Taehyung."

 I scoffed, "You don't know him."

 "Oh really? Everyone knows him. A fucked up guy. I don't even know why you got to be with him all this time."

 "You..." I shook my head in disbelief. "I don't even know why you became my mom."

 "So you're doubting me now? You're choosing him over me?"

 "Oh fucking yes." I said, crying. "Taehyung was there when I was down and where were you?" I stopped in between because these tears were stopping me. "I don't know why you're showing me this drama if you can just show me your love sooner or even earlier." I pointed at her.

 Tears were now streaming down her face. Words unable to escape her mouth so I continued. "I was needing your attention! Yet you didn't dare to care and now you're asking me why I became disrespectful? How I became a bitch? It's all because of you!"

 She was about to reach out for me but I moved aside.

 "Don't you even dare to bad-mouth Taehyung. You made me like this and he's the reason why this little happiness in me still exists. Because of him, I'm still here, living in hell when I should've just burned. You should be thankful to him."

 I grasped my bedroom's doorknob and when I was about to close the door, I heard her. "I'm sorry."

 -*-*-*

Days passed and I just stayed here in my room. My mom was knocking so many times but I wasn't answering.

 I couldn't contact Taehyung and I seriously was worried.

  My mom knocked, "I'm going to the market. Stay here, okay?"

 I heard the door being closed before I peeked outside of my room. She's gone. I checked my phone again to see any sign of Taehyung's reply but there was none. I got out of my room and left my house.

 The neighbourhood was empty because it's almost dinner time. I didn't want to go to his house because I didn't want to see my own father and I knew he wouldn't be there. I decided to contact Taehyung again and after a minute, he finally answered.

 "Thank God! I was calling and texting you!" I said.

 "I know." He chuckled a bit.

 "Where are you? I wanna go. My mom went out." I said, walking out of my neighbourhood.

 "No." He answered quickly. "Stay there. Your mom will be worried."

 "When did she get worry?" I asked, smirking. I could hear a lot of rustling in the call, a group of men taking to each other. "Where are you?" I asked seriously.

 "Don't come. You're scared here." He slightly laughed. "Hey."

 I don't know why but I panicked a bit. I was scared... it's not that place, right? And the men... they're not those, right?

 "Hmmm?" I answered as I stopped to wait for a bus.

 "I love you." The call suddenly ended.

 I wasn't a bit of myself after he said those words. What did he say?

 'I love you', words flashed back again. Happiness rushed towards me but felt a bit of sadness which I didn't know why.

 I looked at my phone, where a picture of me and Taehyung, smiling showed... a rare scene.

 -*-*-*

 Already here... at the abandoned building where we went before. It's silent and it didn't change much. Still creepy. I walked towards the building, totally scared as no one was not holding my hand like he did. I can feel the cold wind against my skin that made me chill.

 I slowly peeped inside the building, scared of what I might find. A sound of contract between skins echoed through the building. The guy slapped someone.

 Though I didn't want to confirm who he was slapping because the person who has his back on me was familiar just from his hair and shoulder. "Kill me. I won't let you touch her " A deep voice said which made me go soft here.

 "You told us that she's not your girlfriend then why the fuck do you care?" the guy punched him.

 Taehyung, fight back… please.

 "She will be, so cut your fantasies!" Taehyung shouted.

 Two guys held him by his shoulder then their 'leader' punched Taehyung again... several times to the point I can see something glistening on the floor... his blood. I sobbed and I suddenly covered my mouth with my hands as it also echoed.

 They all looked at me and more tears came out as I saw Taehyung looking at me with his bloody and bruised face. I wanted to hug him. "Why did you come?" Taehyung asked weakly. No, his voice wasn't like that. He sounded like a boss and firm but now…

 "Oh.." the leader guy whistled. "Here she comes." He smirked.

 "Don't you dare touch her!" Taehyung shouted. "Why did you even come?" Taehyung asked who seemed to be pleading me.

 I was about to run to him but…

 "Where do you think you're going?" The guy asked, holding my wrist.

 "Let go of her." Taehyung said seriously.

 "You know how to fight, little boy?" the leader asked, mocking Taehyung. He grabbed my jaw. "Beautiful." I got surprised when the leader flew from me.

 "Don't touch her." Taehyung said, now standing in front of me. He's a bit unstable but he managed to punch. He was about to hold me but the other men kicked him.

 "No!" I shouted, trying to get in the fight but they kept on pushing me aside. "Taehyung!"

 I shouted again as he was still on the floor, unable to move.

 "Go." He mouthed then smiled at me. I shook my head while crying. I need to think of something.... someone that could help us...

 I dialed the police station's number. Didn't care even though we're also wanted.

 "Help. Please. My friend is being beaten up!" I cried. The police officer kept on telling me to calm down but how the fuck can I calm down? I just told him the address and when the call about to end, someone pulled my hair then snatched my phone away.

 "You should be punished." The leader guy smirked. He was about to grab my waist but I pushed him away. "The fuck." He slapped me but I punched right in his face.

 My knuckles hurt. I ran to the side, grabbed a wood and when I turned back, the guy was already in front of me.

 "Hit him!" Taehyung shouted. A part of me was relieved because he's still alive.

 A siren can be heard from a distant. The gang stopped then the leader in front of me stared deadly right to my eyes. "It was you?" He asked. I felt extreme nervousness that I've never felt before.

 He punched my stomach which made me taste my own blood.

 "No!" I heard Taehyung shout. He was now being held by the men who kicked him. "Don't hurt her!" I heard Taehyung cry which made me weaker.

 The guy punched my face. He pushed me and I felt my head being hit on the cold concrete ground. I don't know what's happening anymore. All I know was that Taehyung has been shouting my name.

 Taehyung's POV

 These men were holding me and I felt useless because I couldn't do anything while she's being hit. I could see her now, lying on the floor and closing her eyes.

 I don't know what could I do so I just kneeled. "No, please. Hurt me, not her, please." I whispered but right after that, I heard a scream and steps running away. They unfreed me and ran away. I finally went to her and when I saw her…

 "Taehyung..." She smiled. "You're okay." She croaked.

 I kneeled, lay her head on my lap, "Why..." new tears came out from my eyes, "Why now?"

 She smiled though a tear also came out from her eye, "I feel numb." She laughed.

 I hugged her. While smelling her sweet smell now combined with blood, police came in and I heard them calling an ambulance.

 "Let me look at you" She whispered so I let her. She caressed my face while I held her hand "I won't last anymore." She said. I kept on crying. "Your eyes, your nose, your rectangular smile, your deep yet sweet voice." She couldn't go on because blood kept coming out from her mouth

 "Don't talk. Ambulance is coming." I said, believing that she would be saved. I looked at her deep wound on her chest which was stabbed.

 "No, I won't last..." I caressed her face as her eyes were now heavy, "Taehyung... don't be afraid to show your feelings anymore..."

"Yes, yes. Don't talk, please." I said, hugging her on my chest, kissing her forehead.

 "I love you too." She whispered. I let her rest on my chest as I started crying so hard. Seconds passed and she kept still. I looked at her and she's now closing her eyes, looking so peaceful

 I kissed her temple, her nose and her lips even though they taste blood. "Shh... sleep. I'll wake you up when the ambulance comes." I told her, hugging her tightly. "I love you, I love you so much. Stay with me, huh?" I asked her but no one responded.

 Ambulance came ringing and doctors came in. They checked her first while she's on my lap. The doctor nodded and a bag where dead people was being put in was dragged beside us. "Why are you getting that out?" I asked.

 "I'm so sorry, sir, but she's dead." I somehow became deaf.

 "But she's just sleeping." I said. They were about to get her from me but I pushed them away. "No, don't put her there! She won't breathe properly there!"

 "Sir, please stop. We need to take her." The doctor said. I hugged her again tightly, not minding her cold body.

 I suddenly remember how cold she used to be while I always put warm to her but now, I can't.

 I started sobbing on her head, letting my tears to drop on her face, expecting her to feel the warmth and to open her eyes but she didn't.

 "We'll take care of her" The doctor said

 I looked at him, "Please." They slowly carried her while I just watched her body, taking away from me.

 "You're also wounded, sir. Come with us." I was about to go but I saw the man who killed her outside the building, with a police officer.

 I ran to him, not minding my bruises on my leg then punched him real hard. "Fuck you!" I shouted. "She's now gone!" The guy just bowed down. "How am I going to live my life without her?!" I shouted at his face.

 I just kneeled again on the ground, crying my heart out. Realizing that the person who's always with me, the person who I really and only love was now gone.

 My home, my girl, my friend, my family.. She's all that. How can I now come back without her smiling at me, and being with me all the time when I'm always alone and lonely.

 "Why is it too late?" I whispered.

  +-+-+

 Today is the last day of her funeral. I was just looking at her face, looking so peaceful. "Why did you leave so early?" I asked though no one answered.

 "She loved you." someone suddenly tapped my back. "Since when you were kids. Every time she comes home, she'd only talk about you." I smiled. Same as me.  "I was upset with you because she chose you over me." I was a bit shocked. She didn't tell me this. "We had a fight before this happened and I realized how I lacked as a mom." She suddenly cried. I couldn't do anything but hugged her. "I didn't even tell her that I love her."

 I also felt the pain as I also didn't even tell her how much I love her... I didn't even let her feel it. "I love her... and the same way goes with me." I told her. "I was so afraid to tell her and now I'm regretting."

 If only I have one more chance... I'll kiss her and let her feel my warmth while I tell her how much I love her... I was so coward, only acting up as a strong person. I was only strong when I'm with her.

 I didn't realize how much I love her for I didn't even know and feel to be loved... until she did. All of this happened because of my dark past and present that still haunt me... which used to only lighten up when she's walking and staying with me…

 So now… are you still calling me a sinner?