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You don't chase a rogue spectre across the galaxy for several months to save intelligent life from the apocalypse without realizing a few things about yourself along the way.
I tried to experiment with my style with this comic. Please forgive the sketchiness. I'm trying to make less important comics faster.
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(your latest assignment has you jetting off to argentina hoping to finally catch the infamous art thief that's escaped your agency one too many times already. you know what's at stake if you lose your focus. enter the beautiful stranger that has you questioning everything you know.)
pairing: jeon wonwoo x f.reader genre: strangers to lovers, (kinda, v light) enemies to lovers | smut, fluff, angst rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: ~22.8k (idk what happened) warnings: art thief!wonwoo, secret agent!reader, brief mentions of death & bloody past (again, reader is a secret agent), mentions of past violence, mentions of weapons, food, drinking, VERY ambiguous ending smut warnings: multiple smut scenes, multiple positions, unprotected sex (don't do this), slightly rough sex, mild dom!wonwoo?, fingering, oral sex, choking, spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, light marking, semi-public sex, food play (whipped cream, chocolate), i think that's it
a/n: this is for @svthub's world tour collab (check out the other fics here). i had so much fun writing this even if it got away from me a bit. thanks to @effortandmore for lending me her art brain. thanks to @highvern for constantly listening to me and @multi-kpop-fanfics for fit inspo. and as always, thank you to my bby @wongyuseokie for the banner & divider.
edited to add: i am considering an epilogue if thatâs something anyone is interested in
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âWeâll be landing in about 45 minutes, according to the pilot,â a voice says, interrupting your laser-like focus.
You look up from your tablet and blink at him for a second. It takes you a moment or two to register heâs even standing there. Another moment to register what he actually said to you a second ago. In the meantime, you switch the program open on your tablet.
âOh, thanks,â you say in response.Â
He sits down in the seat opposite you and fixes you with a smile. âMust be a good book, youâve barely looked up for the entire flight.âÂ
âGuilty,â you say with a practiced smile.Â
Chan, you think thatâs his name, seems nice enough. A little overeager and too ready to agree to something when his bosses tell him what to do. Thereâs that real thirst to prove himself. But, at least from what you hear, heâs got a bright future. Heâs done well with what heâs been given so far, which are increasingly difficult assignments. You can see why. Heâs easy on the eyes and heâs got that soft smile down. The kind of unassuming smile that makes people want to trust him. If he can keep it up, heâll go far.Â
âThanks again for letting me catch a ride,â you say to fill some of the space between you.Â
Chan only shrugs. âAny friend of Mr. Choiâs is always welcome. Plus, nobody really says no when the boss says something.â
A lesser person would have probably laughed at that. Hearing him referred to as Mr. Choi and the boss is a little comical to you. Not that it isnât true because he is definitely Chanâs boss. Itâs just, well, itâs a little more complicated than that.Â
âHonestly I donât really even understand what Cheol does,â you lie and turn on a little bit of the charm. Itâs always good to practice on people that are trained to be charming themselves.Â
âDo you call him that?â Chan wonders.
âCall him what? Cheol?â you ask and Chan nods, eyes a little wide. It catches him just off guard enough. âYeah, but Iâve known him for years. What do you call him?â
âSir, usually,â Chan answers too quickly. You canât fully fight the smile that answer brings to your lips. âGlad to see I entertained you.âÂ
âHeâs not nearly as bad as Iâm sure he seems at work,â you say like youâre sharing a secret.
The truth is that youâve been hearing about this new agent that Seungcheol is personally training for over a year now. So, you know that eventually, youâre going to all be laughing at this conversation in hindsight and heâll also be calling his boss Cheol. For now, though, things are a little bit different.Â
âHe mentioned that you were heading down to do some research?â he asks and you nod.Â
This part has always been a little tedious to you, the part where you come up with a cover story that you even have to feed to other people within the same organization. Itâs been this way for your entire career. You were recruited at 18 years old and went through special training along with obtaining a degree. The Agency had two divisions, but you only ever learned about the second one if you were recruited to work there. It was that second division you joined right away.Â
Training had been grueling. If it wasnât some kind of physical endurance training, it was sitting in a windowless room studying history or a foreign language. Or it was combat training with whatever weapon was on deck that day. Or working to blend into any situation. You quickly learned that did not mean not being memorable. At least not in every situation. Sometimes that meant looking at ease in your surroundings even if eyes were on you. Thankfully, the charm seemed to come naturally to you and that was one less thing you had to worry about learning.Â
The Agency officially works in maintaining international relationships between countries. That can mean a number of different things. Sometimes it involves an agent or team heading out to a location as official representatives. They can help with negotiation, security concerns, smoothing out issues, anything really. Unofficially, it often involves going undercover on a mission. That can involve either division, depending on the sensitivity of the mission. If itâs simpler, then someone like Chan gets sent out to work his way into a situation and influence the outcome so that everything stays calm. In fact, heâs here to charm a wealthy heiress thatâs getting a little too close to revealing confidential information on government contracts.Â
You, on the other hand, are officially here to study Argentinian culture and immerse yourself in local traditions. Chan doesnât know that you work for The Agency as well. He doesnât know that Seungcheol is like a boss to you. Itâs not his preference. Seungcheol misses the days when he was by your side in the field instead of stuck in the office behind a desk. Unfortunately, several years ago he suffered a severe injury that just made field work impossible for him. It took a lot of convincing, most of which fell on your shoulders as the person closest to him, to get him to transition to his current role. Where you had never set foot in the main offices, he had been there periodically. He was known to people there. And he was so insanely smart that you pointed out he would be bored trying to assimilate into regular life. Why not get to do one of his other favorite things and tell younger agents (or even older ones) what to do? That had been the biggest selling point because he was good at being in charge. It had been a bit of a rocky transition at first, but now itâs smooth sailing.Â
Unofficially, youâre here tracking one of the most infamous art thieves in the world. This is the kind of thing that has to be handled with the utmost secrecy. Other agencies and your own have tried to track him down and apprehend him only to have him slip into the wind. If you had to hazard a guess, youâd assume that there had been leaks during the previous attempts. Youâve also considered that heâs just really good at making a mark and blending into his surroundings. This is one of the most secretive missions youâve ever been sent on despite seeming relatively innocuous. How much harm can an art thief really cause, right? Except, The Agency is largely funded by private investors and several of those investors have been victims and had art stolen. Despite that, the only people that know youâre making this attempt now are Seungcheol and the head of covert operations. His counterpart doesnât know that youâre handling it, or even who you are. Instead, the main division of The Agency has a team headed to Amsterdam thinking that theyâre after the notorious thief.Â
Although it seems like it should be straight forward, this thief has been working in the shadows for years without anyone really knowing what he looks like beyond him being a man. The reports about what he actually looks like vary so greatly that nobody really knows what to believe. You and Seungcheol have spent months trying to put together a profile that seems most realistic and you feel as comfortable as you can. His appearance seems a little elusive, but the information that heâs going to be in Buenos Aires is the best lead youâve gotten. It comes from someone that you worked with on a previous mission. You had been studying your profiles when Chan came over and quickly exited to a different application.Â
âI am. Iâm working on understanding the history of Argentinian culture through the eyes of Buenos Aires for a project,â you say with all the affection of someone who was actually going to be doing that. âIâm going to spend most of my time just out talking to people, learning their stories, that kind of thing.â
âDo you, uh, speak Spanish?â Chan wonders with clear apprehension.Â
âI do,â you say with a light laugh. âBe a bit awkward if I didnât, right?âÂ
âThatâs impressive,â he says.Â
âI speak several languages,â you say nonchalantly and then make a show of catching his eye. âI studied language and culture in university.âÂ
âYouâre not what Iâd imagine for one of my bossâs friends,â Chan admits. âEspecially one close enough to get added to the manifest.âÂ
You shrug. âIâve known him for a long time.âÂ
âHe doesnât strike me as someone with a lot of time for friendships or someone that you can ever really know,â Chan presses and you laugh.
âMarried to the job, right?â you agree. âIâm a low maintenance friend. I spend a lot of time out of town for research, immersed in local culture. Weâve probably got more in common that youâd think.âÂ
âThat makes a lot of sense,â he concedes, seeming to easily buy your cover. He stands up. âIâll let you get back to your reading.â
The rest of the flight goes smoothly and you say your goodbyes to Chan and the others from the flight once you get off the plane. As is the plan, you take your suitcases to a local taxi and head to your hotel, checking in under one of the many fake names you used when on a mission. The room is nice, too, even if itâs nothing all that extravagant. Itâs just another part of the cover.Â
Since itâs been a long day, you figure that you might as well just order room service and settle in for the night. Itâll give you the chance to start getting your body used to the local timezone. Not that your body really has a home timezone anymore with how youâre constantly on the move. But, you still donât mind the idea of resting for the night.Â
Youâre incredibly thankful to be in Buenos Aires in July since itâs the coolest month. It makes it easier for you to just walk everywhere. Before leaving your room for your first full day in your new city, you double check your messenger bag to make sure everything is in there: camera, multiple lenses, journal, tablet and keyboard, sunglasses, wallet, and all your little bits to make it look like a bag you wear all the time. You smile at the receptionist on your way out, letting her know that youâre going off to explore what the city has to offer. She seems happy to see that you look better rested than after your long travel day. Even if heading out is mostly a cover for your mission, itâs also a little true. This city has been on your bucket list to visit for years and youâre not going to waste what might be your only opportunity to explore. It might even make it more believable as youâre trying to blend into the crowds around you.
After spending several hours wandering around and taking in everything you could, you find yourself at a local cafe in the early afternoon to have a cup of coffee and a light lunch. The whole morning flew by in a rush of colors and culture. Itâs so easy to be interested in everything thatâs before you because itâs just so vibrant. So full of life. Such a juxtaposition of history, tradition, and new influences. Itâs one of the first times youâve been somewhere and had to remind yourself that you are actually on a mission. Youâre not just there to sightsee and fall in love.Â
There are a lot of tourists in the cafe, which doesnât really surprise you. Most places in Buenos Aires stay open during the afternoon for tourism, but you know that cafes in smaller towns would close. You figure that most locals probably avoid shops during this time of day as well. It feels lucky when you spot an open table in the corner until another patron moves and you see thereâs actually someone sitting in one of the seats. Itâs an uncharacteristically awkward moment for you, especially given how confident you are with everything else, that he catches you mid-decision. His eyes meet yours before looking at the coffee in one hand and the plate in the other. When he looks back down at the table, it clicks into place before you can turn around.Â
âYou, uh, can sitâŠâ he starts with deliberate slowness that shouldnât be throwing you off even more.Â
You shake your head to clear it and smile. âItâs fine, I donât just speak Spanish.âÂ
âOh,â he says with a breath of relief. âWell, you can sit here.âÂ
âI donât want to intrude,â you say and go to turn around.
âItâs busy. Are you going to just eat standing up?â he asks with a challenging raise of his eyebrow.Â
âWell,â you start.
âI probably wonât be here much longer anyway,â he offers.
Reluctantly, you move to sit down with him. Itâs kind of insane the way heâs thrown you off your game by just existing. Usually, youâre the one thatâs disarming strangers with your charm, not the other way around. As soon as you sit down, he looks back at the book he has open in front of him. It gives you a chance to figure out if heâs actually that attractive that itâs thrown you off or if youâre still just jet-lagged.Â
His glasses slide down a nearly too perfect nose and he pushes them up without missing a beat. His black hair is a little messy and a little long, falling carelessly around his face as he gets lost in whatever book he has open in front of him. His clothes make him look a little too fancy to be sitting in a cafe overrun with tourists like this. Somehow, he makes a cardigan over a dress shirt with nice, pressed slacks work without looking like heâs trying too hard. Everything about him just exudes calm, confident energy. Like the kind of person you would assume comes from old money. Unassuming, yet standing out without even meaning to. It reminds you of some of the landmarks you saw that morning, like rich history perfectly combined with modern needs.Â
Thankfully, at least some of your training kicks back in and you manage to keep it from being too obvious that youâre one step away from fully checking him out. Your new tablemate seems content to sit in silence, though, so you pick at your food while going through some of the pictures on your camera. Today is about getting the lay of the land as much as anything else. Itâs not like you can just find your infamous art thief without knowing where to look.Â
âIâm sure you got some great shots,â he says, drawing your attention again. When you look up, his eyes are on your camera.Â
âOh, yeah, itâs so hard to really capture the feeling of something through a camera, but I definitely try,â you say.
âI saw you at The Obelisk and I thought, Iâve never seen someone so focused in my entire life,â he says, except now heâs looking at you.
âThere must have been thousands of people there. How did you pick me out?â you ask with a laugh.Â
The mystery man shrugs. âLike I said, you were focused. And not in the way a lot of influencers who travel for the perfect picture are. I knew that it was more than that for you.âÂ
âIt is,â you agree. âIâm studying the history and the culture down here. Just got in last night.âÂ
âCan I see the picture you landed on?â he ventures.Â
You hesitate. Your pictures are good, sure, but youâre not actually doing anything that serious when youâre down here. Since itâs supposed to be part of your cover, you should feel confident. After a moment, you hand your camera over to him with your favorite picture in the display window.Â
âBe kind. My focus is language and history first, not photography,â you toss out. Another layer to the cover. Itâs convenient, though. Not that you expected to be talking to someone like him about photography.
âThis is amazing,â he says and seems earnest. âCan I look through the rest?â
Again, you pretend to consider. This time itâs for the sake of the persona youâre committing to. Itâs not like thereâs anything on there from before today since itâs a fresh SD card.Â
âI promise to be kind,â he presses and you roll your eyes.
âFine,â you say and he smiles.Â
Itâs hard not to notice the amount of care he uses while handling your camera. Maybe he knows something about photography and realizes itâs an expensive model. Or maybe heâs just gentle with something that clearly means a lot to someone else. Itâs also easier to feel like you can appreciate things about him when his attention is somewhere else. Like he wonât notice the way your eyes map his features, noting the furrow in his brows or how smooth his skin is. Or the way his hair seems absolutely perfect without any product in it. None of it seems fair that he should just get to walk around looking like that.
âIâm surprised not to find a picture of myself on here,â he starts and it pulls you from your thoughts. Thereâs a moment where you wonder if heâs secretly self-centered, until you meet his eyes and see the glint there. âYou know, with how youâve been studying me.âÂ
âI appreciate beauty wherever I see it,â you answer, trying to channel more boldness than you feel.Â
âAre you saying Iâm beautiful?â he questions, entirely too at-ease.Â
âI donât think you need confirmation on that,â you scoff and look out the window. âBesides, it wasnât me that noticed you earlier.âÂ
âA shame for me,â he muses. âI appreciate beautiful things as well.â
He hands your camera back with his eyes locked on you. It makes your skin feel a little flushed and you hate it. Hate that youâre always able to keep your cool in any situation and still so completely disarmed by this man. Hate that itâs him that breaks the moment, too, when he looks down at the expensive watch on his wrist with a sigh.
âLate for something?â you venture.Â
âSomething like that,â he agrees and puts his book away in a bag you hadnât noticed. âIâm glad you sat down though.âÂ
âMe too,â you admit a little too quickly as heâs standing up.
âEnjoy your afternoon, beautiful stranger,â he says and you twist around.
âWait, I didnât get your name,â you call and he stops by the door. The smile he throws your way sends a tingle down your spine.
âI hope weâll run into each other again, then,â he says.
And just like that, heâs gone. Slips into the crowd like he wasnât even there in the first place. It makes you wonder, just for a second, if the entire exchange actually happened. Until you look back at the table and see the cup of coffee he had been drinking. Beside it, you notice a small piece of paper advertising a new installation at one of the local art museums. Not entirely out of the question, you think, for someone visiting this city and also interested in seeing your camera.
Itâs then that you remind yourself why youâre actually here. You shake your head to clear it of any thoughts of the stranger, knowing you canât make any effort to run into him again. The mission is the only thing that matters. Getting close to someone that could distract you in that way is not part of the plan. So, you can appreciate the banter and get back on track.
The next few days pass relatively uneventfully. You continue to explore the city while always keeping your eyes and ears open for any indication of the art thief. Itâs a little frustrating to not have much to go on, but youâre also one of the most patient agents and you know itâll pay off eventually. Seungcheol keeps in regular contact, sending along each new nugget of information heâs able to find. Even if theyâre seemingly insignificant, you file them all away, appreciating how hard you know heâs working given how few people know about the mission. He has to pull the relevant pieces to send to you without tipping off the team in Amsterdam.Â
Youâre also splitting your days. Making sure to get out to experience the local culture to maintain your cover, while spending just as much time locked away in your room so that you can do your own research. Everything points to him already being in the city as well. It also seems like this next heist might be two-fold for him. It appears that heâs got a client that wants a specific piece of art and that heâs also going to steal some pieces for himself to sell at later dates. Itâs a bit unusual, from what youâve been able to tell. He usually likes to keep each job simple to reduce the likelihood of getting caught. Then again, heâs been active for years and doing just fine.Â
Today you decide to go to check out a museum that youâve been putting off. Itâs silly, but you didnât want to show up there the day after that cafe since it seemed a little convenient to leave behind. You have to familiarize yourself with all the museums in the city, though, and it seems like this one could be your thiefâs target. It has just the right amount of traffic. Just the right combination of popular pieces with lesser known artists.Â
Once youâre there, you immediately move away from the popular sections. Thatâs not the kind of art youâre after because itâs not the kind of art the thief ever steals. Itâs too recognizable. Too hard to move. Just too risky. Once youâre in a quieter part of the museum, you fight off any feelings of being a fraud. Art has never really been your strong suit. If it werenât for this mission being so sensitive, you definitely would not be the first agent anyone would choose. But, it is sensitive and so you have to rely on your training to carry you through any conversations that might pop up. You have to rely on the hours spent pouring over lectures about the different styles and influences, the different periods, different techniques. Hopefully your talent at rote memorization will serve you well.Â
âItâs a shame they keep one of the best artists tucked away in a corner like this,â a voice says from your side, pulling you from your thoughts.Â
You answer without even thinking much about the voice or even turning to see the person who appeared next to you nearly soundlessly. âMakes it easier to appreciate in peace, though.âÂ
âYou like surrealism, then?â he asks and itâs only then that you notice something familiar about the voice or the manner of speaking. Or the fact that heâs not speaking to you in Spanish.Â
Before you even turn to your side, you know who youâre going to find. Heâs looking just as put together and at-ease as he did several days ago in the cafe. His hands rest in his pockets, but his eyes on you are sharp. Thereâs something a little hard to read about him, you think.Â
The smile you give him is practiced, designed to seem genuine. âI like Leonor Fini.âÂ
âYouâve got good taste,â he says and turns back to the piece.Â
âI do like surrealism,â you carry on, turning back to the piece yourself as well, âbut, with her work, I really appreciate the way she used female subjects through a female lens. Too many artistsâŠâ
You trail off, pretending youâre unsure if you should continue. He falls into the setup easily. âMen could only show female subjects through their own eyes, but women look different through the eyes of other women.âÂ
âExactly,â you say and smile at him before turning back to the painting again. âThereâs something so captivating about the work she did.âÂ
âI agree. Thatâs why this is my favorite piece here and in my favorite section of works,â he says confidently.Â
âYou already have a favorite?â you joke.
âWell, Iâve been here every day for the past several days,â he shares.
This makes you turn to him fully. âBecause you love this section and this work so much?âÂ
This mysterious man actually looks down like heâs embarrassed to admit whatever heâs about to tell you. Like heâs gotten shy for a moment. âI do, but I was actually hoping to run into you.âÂ
That catches you a bit off guard and it takes your brain a minute to remember, once again, youâre here on a mission. âIt would have been easier to run into me if you just asked for my number.âÂ
âKind of ruins this whole mysterious thing I have going on, though,â he shrugs.Â
You roll your eyes and extend your hand, giving him your fake name for the mission. His eyes sparkle for a second before he takes your hand.Â
âWonwoo,â he answers.
âNice to finally get your name,â you tease.
âI figured youâd come check out the museum when I left the card there at the cafe,â Wonwoo says.Â
âI knew that was on purpose,â you mumble.
âYet you didnât come until today,â he observes.
âI wasnât trying to make it easy on you,â you throw out quickly.
âOkay, time to switch tactics, then,â he says. âCan I take you to dinner tonight?âÂ
âIâm not sure, can you?â you ask.
âPlease let me take you to dinner,â he says.
Itâs a bad idea and you know it. Everything about him screams distraction. This isnât what youâre in Buenos Aires to do. Yet, thereâs something about him that has you curious. Thereâs also the fact that this museum seems to be the most likely target for the art thief and this man admitted heâs been here every day. A small part of your brain is sending up alarm signals to keep an eye on him. He doesnât seem like a secret art thief, but hasnât your training taught you how to hide in plain sight? Itâs entirely possible heâs doing the same.
Your brain goes into overdrive as it often does on missions. There are a million little details in the pages of your profile on the art thief. They come flooding back to you. The profile so thoughtfully pieced together by The Agency says heâs probably unassuming. The kind of man that fits into any situation in the same way as you do, like heâs not trying to fit in and it means he doesnât stand out as not belonging. The profile suggests that heâs confident. That he would appear calm. Most importantly, heâs the kind of person that would absolutely look at home in the midst of art. So, whether itâs a good idea or not, you know youâre going to say yes. He must see the answer in your eyes before you voice it because he smirks.Â
âWhat time?âÂ
Wonwoo offers to pick you up at your hotel, but you insist that youâll meet him at the restaurant. Itâs safer that way, after all, being a woman traveling alone. At least thatâs what you tell him. Not that anything about Wonwoo seems that threatening and youâre better equipped to handle yourself than most. You just donât need him anywhere near your room even with everything put away. After going back to get ready, you made time to pour over the information you have. The more you consider it, the more it seems plausible that he could be exactly who youâre looking for. Thereâs only one issue: he asked you out. Everything you have suggests that he made agents in the past and slipped into the wind. Youâre not cocky enough to think youâre too good to fall victim to the same fate. You keep your update to Seungcheol vague in case the lead doesnât pan out.Â
Surprisingly, Wonwoo picks a nice place off the beaten path for dinner. Itâs not overrun with tourists and itâs not too expensive. Like him, itâs unassuming but quietly impressive. You try not to let your heart skip a beat when you see him in a simple white dress shirt and black dress pants. He stands to pull your seat out for you and then settles back into his seat across from you. This is for the sake of the mission. Either heâs the person youâre looking for or youâll have enjoyed a free and tasty meal. Nothing more to it.Â
His Spanish, it turns out, isnât that great and so you help him through ordering since itâs definitely a place more for the locals. Or maybe itâs just an excuse to get your help. Youâre not really sure you mind either way. He makes suggestions about which wines he prefers, but ultimately lets you pick, insisting that he will take care of whatever you land on. Once you get through ordering and all the small talk, it gives you a chance to really get to know him.
âHave you been here before?â you ask.
âThis restaurant or this city?â he asks.
âEither,â you shrug.
âNo to both,â he answers. âClearly, my Spanish is a bit rusty. Iâm so lucky that I found someone whoâs so fluent.âÂ
âIâm not sure I believe you canât speak the language,â you muse.
âI can speak enough Spanish to get by, but itâs not that good,â he assures you.Â
âInteresting place to visit, then,â you observe.
âIâd miss out on a lot of beauty if I only went where I spoke the language fluently,â he retorts and you smile genuinely at that. Heâs right.Â
âLike the art in the museum?â you suggest.
âOr a charming stranger,â he counters. Youâre impressed. âI do like the art as well, though.âÂ
âWhat other beautiful places have you visited?â you ask.
âOh, I hardly think itâs that interesting,â he dismisses.
âHumor me,â you say.Â
Thereâs a moment where heâs careful in listing off places. Like heâs weighing something that you canât really place. He ends up listing some places that catch your attention. Each of them has some wonderful art museums and it piques your curiosity. You try to look just politely interested, commenting on how heâs lucky to be able to travel as extensively as he seems to. He plays it off with a vague comment about being fortunate with help from his family. Itâs the kind of thing that you know passes on a first date. Itâs not appropriate to mention money on a first date. So, that would be fine, if it didnât also make you curious about who this man really was. After all, your art thief being well connected through family would definitely make sense.
Throughout the rest of the dinner, you try to enjoy it. Not that itâs hard to do. Wonwoo is actually a lot of fun to be around. The conversation flows easily and youâre able to connect on a lot of shared interests. At least, interests that you pretend to have for the sake of this mission. But, it feels like he might also be pretending on some of his interests. Heâs just a little too calm and put together. A little too quick with his answers. A little too rehearsed with his comments. Maybe you wouldnât think twice if you werenât doing the same.Â
By the time you finish the main course, youâre pretty sure that you managed to stumble into a date with the exact person that youâre here looking for based on his stories. It may have been a guess before. It feels nearly for sure now. He mentions how you have to visit Japan when the cherry blossoms are blooming, which sounds stunning. He mentions Oktoberfest in Munich and how he barely remembers anything from that trip. Then there's the ice festival in China, Nordlysfestivalen in Norway, and a few other locations that sound beautiful. They also have one thing in common. Each place is also on your list for stolen art around the time of the events.Â
Once you finish dessert, youâre making a decision that you know you should really clear with someone else before making. Sure, youâre pretty sure that Wonwoo is the art thief. And yes, itâs true that keeping an eye on him is in your best interest. One way to do that is to continue with the date. Yet, youâre not stopping to check in with Seungcheol. Youâre not analyzing the pros and cons of doing this. After giving Seungcheol a vague update about a lead and promising youâll have more information later on, he should be the first person you call. Heâs not swept up in the atmosphere of a foreign city with a gorgeous stranger. No, you donât do any of that. Youâre just agreeing to go back to his room with him without a second thought. Heâs painfully hot and youâre incredibly attracted to him, which is wildly unprofessional. But, youâre not sure you care. At least for the night. You can figure it all out later.
Wonwoo is quietly confident without being cocky. His gaze is so penetrating that it feels like heâs undressing you without it being slimy. He can hold a conversation about seemingly anything, but heâs also just as interested in what you have to say. In fact, you have his attention the whole night, regardless of anything else going on. Itâs a little overwhelming to have someone so focused on you. But, when it feels a little overwhelming, he makes a perfectly timed, slightly sarcastic joke that makes you laugh harder than you should. The smile you wear all throughout the date is genuine. Youâre actually enjoying yourself so much that youâre not sure you want it to end. Life has never felt so simultaneously complicated and easy.
Wonwooâs lips are hot on yours as he cages you against the door of his hotel room. That intensity you saw all dinner reappears and you feel like you might burn under his touch. Heâs so in control. Youâre still not entirely sure how you wound up here, but youâre not really trying to think too hard about it. The fact that heâs almost definitely the art thief becomes an issue for future-you the second he kisses you like itâs your last day on Earth. Itâs not like he knows youâre tracking his movements and it isnât exactly a bad thing to keep a closer eye on him. Nor is it the first time youâve done something like this. It is the first time youâve done it without thought, though, and genuinely been interested in the man you let seduce you.
He has his body pressed against yours with his arms on either side of you so there really is nowhere to go. Itâs kind of hot and youâre not even pretending to be turned on. A definite bonus. Your hands quickly undo his belt so that you can pull the edges of his shirt out. The moment your hands make contact with his skin, he pulls away and hisses. Theyâre likely cold, not that you care. It gives you the chance to catch his lower lip between your teeth. You watch his eyes darken with lust as you run your hands up his back, scratching down lightly.Â
âJust who do you think is in control here, baby?â His voice is so low in your ear that it makes you swallow hard. Everything about the endearment sounds sarcastic and it shouldnât work, but youâre only human. Then he nips at your earlobe and you actually moan.Â
âWhat are you going to do about it?â you challenge. It feels like a lot of heat between you. If your head were clearer, you might consider that it feels like two people who know they shouldnât be fucking. Almost like heâs punishing you a little, which he might want to, given why youâre here.
âThatâs a dangerous question,â he warns you.Â
âAfraid I canât handle it?â you ask and watch the way it nearly breaks his composure. You press forward into him, pulling him down so his ear is by your mouth now. Barely raise your voice above a whisper. âIâm not that fragile. I can handle a little pain.âÂ
That seems to set him off. Youâre worried for a second when he pulls away, but that disappears as you watch his nimble fingers rapidly undoing the buttons on his shirt. He casts it aside and looks back at you.Â
âI want you stripped naked and on the bed,â he commands.Â
Youâre not typically in the habit of taking commands but something about him makes you want to listen. Even if you want to challenge him a little. He turns his back and you do strip down. Mostly. You climb onto the bed wearing only your panties, legs spread open and waiting for him. When he turns around, you miss the flare of his nostrils at your defiance looking at his muscles. For someone so unassuming, he was certainly in good shape.Â
âIs this your idea of naked?â he questions.
Itâs funny, since heâs still got his boxer briefs on, though they leave little to the imagination. You can already see that heâs getting hard from the lead up.Â
âI thought Iâd leave that honor for you,â you say, injecting as much innocence as you can muster into every word.
Wonwoo looks at you for another long second before climbing onto the bed and getting between your legs. He pushes them further open and you bite down on your lip.Â
âYou donât get to muffle those moans from me, sweetheart,â he teases, running a hand up the inside of your thigh.
âOr what?â you challenge again.
He raises an eyebrow at you and pulls his hand away from your thigh. Youâre about to whine when he brings it back in a sharp slap.Â
âShit,â you hiss.Â
âYou liked that, didnât you?â he asks. You nod with big eyes. âUse your words.â
âFuck, yes, I liked it,â you rush out the second his finger traces a light line up your clothed cunt.Â
âI can tell,â he snarks. âJust tell me if itâs too much.â
âIt wonât be,â you insist. He pulls his hand away and looks at you surprisingly soft for a second.
âTell me if it is,â he repeats.
âI will,â you promise.Â
âGood,â he says and hooks his fingers inside the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and casting them aside in one motion. âThatâs better.âÂ
In another surprise, Wonwoo doesnât dive right into your cunt the way you expect him to given how frenzied everything has been so far. Instead, he trails kisses from your knee up your inner thigh. Pausing occasionally to nip into the skin before running his tongue over the mark to soothe it. Youâre writhing on the bed by the time his breath ghosts across your cunt. The chuckle is low and deep as you squirm when he moves to your other thigh. Youâre going to die before he even touches you.Â
âJesus fuck, Wonwoo, if you donât start eating me outâŠâ you start, a hand winding into his hair.
He pops up and glares at you. âYouâll what? Did you already forget whoâs in charge?âÂ
âIâllâŠâ you start, before cutting off with a sharp, âFUCK!â
Heâs still got his eyes on you when his thumb runs quickly through your folds to press against your clit. Thereâs barely any movement but it anchors you in place. âThatâs what I thought.âÂ
His kisses up your other thigh are much sloppier with a thumb still in place. It only makes you squirm more, searching for some kind of relief. When he finally gets to your lips, you expect heâs going to tease you again. Youâre wrong. Again. His tongue dives into your pussy while his other hand keeps you spread open. This man knows what heâs doing and itâs immediately more than youâre expecting. You canât stop your legs from snapping closed to box him in. That is, until he pulls his hands off you to spread your legs wide again, giving him the best access to you. Itâs clear that heâs in charge and he wants you to know it.Â
Itâs everything you can do not to thrash around, but Wonwoo seems to be ready to help there. Heâs got a hand on your stomach anchoring you down to the bed. Youâre not even sure how heâs got enough hands to move them along your body the way he seems to. Without warning, he moves his mouth up to pay attention to your clit. And he doesnât give you a break, sliding two fingers into you and immediately scissoring them open. He sets a brutal pace, curling his fingers to hit you where he seems to know you need him on some of the passes.Â
âFuck, Wonwoo, oh my god, fuck,â you scream out.
âYou gonna come for me, baby?â he sneers at you from between your legs.
âYes, fuck,â you moan. âYour fingers, oh my god.âÂ
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he groans.
In the next moment, youâre coming so hard you squirt over those amazing fingers of his. Your vision whites out around the edges and your toes are curling. Itâs all you can do to catch your breath as Wonwooâs fingers pump through the high.Â
âI donât remember the last time I came that hard,â you admit.
âWeâre not done yet,â he shares and the tone of his voice has you nearly clenching your legs together. âTurn over. Get on your hands and knees.âÂ
âSo bossy,â you say with a roll of your eyes. You turn over anyway, though, and put your ass in the air.Â
âThis is a really good fucking view,â he says. You feel the bed dip when he gets back in place after removing his boxers.Â
Wonwoo has one hand on your hip and the other is running up your back to press you down further. To help you get that perfect arch of your back. You wiggle your ass at him and are rewarded with a stinging smack. Your moan is muffled by the pillow, so you turn your head to the side. Already know he wants to hear you. When he smacks your other ass check, you nearly scream out.
âThatâs it, I want to hear you,â he encourages.Â
âPlease, Wonwoo, just fuck me already,â you beg.Â
âOne orgasm wasnât enough?â he asks and you can hear the cockiness in his voice. Bringing a ringing smack down on your ass again. You scream out at the sting.Â
âNo, I want you to split me open,â you whine. In any other situation you might be embarrassed by the admission, but not now. Not with him. Not when itâs so clearly turning him on.Â
âGreedy little thing,â he comments. His fingers press into your cunt again and you nearly yelp.Â
Thereâs no time to adjust when Wonwoo removes his fingers and immediately lines himself up at your entrance. With one snap of his hips, heâs fully inside you and youâre hissing. Heâs bigger than you were guessing, even with the outline in his boxers. And he doesnât give you a break as he starts fucking you hard. All you can hear is the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the mingled moans from both of you. Youâre sensitive from both the pace and the earlier orgasm. Your legs feel like they would collapse under you if they could.Â
As if the pace isnât enough, Wonwoo snakes an arm around you to reach for your clit, rubbing circles into it at the same pace as his thrusts. You can tell heâs nowhere near close, but youâre about to lose control again and youâre not sure how to stop it.
âFuck, Wonwoo, slower, Iâm going to - fuck!â you whine out.Â
âYou gonna come again? So soon, baby?â he taunts.Â
âI canât - fuck, please,â you beg. âIâm so close.âÂ
âI want you to make a mess of my dick the same way you made a mess of my fingers,â Wonwoo directs.Â
âBut you havenâtâŠâ you start and Wonwoo removes his hand from your clit. You cry out at the loss until his other hand grabs your hair to yank you back against his chest. When itâs clear youâre not going to move, his hand moves from your hair to your throat.
âI want you to come for me. Right now. Show me how good I feel inside that tight pussy,â he directs.
Itâs one of the most surprising reactions, the way your body immediately responds to him. Heâs got you coming just as hard as the first time and he doesnât give you a chance to second guess any of it. As the shocks rip through your body, you notice that Wonwoo does slow down his thrusts. Doesnât pull out of you, though. You collapse forward and arch your back again so itâs easier to meet Wonwooâs continued pace.
âYouâre so good at listening,â he praises.
âNot usually,â you mumble into the pillow through the haze.Â
âI must be special,â he says as he lazily fucks into you.
âJesus Wonwoo, you can fuck me. I know you havenât finished yet,â you grumble.
âIn a rush to go somewhere?â he teases.Â
âNo, but it must beâŠwell, I donât know. Hard for you,â you mumble into the sheets.Â
âIâve got excellent control,â Wonwoo says, all confidence. âIâm not in a rush to end this.âÂ
Despite your instance, he continues to lazily snap his hips into you. Itâs so slow, way too slow. He reaches down to pull you up against his chest again, still keeping the pace. His hands are on your breasts, squeezing them to anchor you to him. He rolls one of your nipples roughly between his fingers to see what he gets as a reaction. Your moan seems to spur him on further. Each time pain shoots through some part of your body, it only seems to turn you on more. Itâs easy to forget why you agreed to this in the first place.Â
For all the demands, Wonwoo is actually very attentive as well. He peppers kisses from behind your ear all the way down your shoulder and back, paying special attention to the areas that seem to get the best response from you. Heâs also careful with where he nips you, never biting hard enough to leave a mark somewhere that couldnât be easily hidden. The entire experience has been so all-consuming that there isnât space for any other thoughts in your head. Itâs just him and this hotel room thatâs entirely too fancy.Â
He must feel that youâre starting to get worked up because he pushes you back down into the bed. His pace finally picks up again, which is good because youâre sprinting towards being too sore to actually enjoy it anymore. The pace gets much faster again, not nearly as rhythmic as before. His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts. Itâs the first time it actually feels like heâs losing control.Â
âOh my god,â you cry out. âIâm gonna come again. Oh my god!âÂ
âMe too,â he groans through a stuttered breath. âFuck, where can I come?âÂ
âI donât care,â you cry out. Youâre about to have your third orgasm. âOn my back, on my ass, I donât fucking care, just come with me.âÂ
You press a finger to your clit to try and help you over that last bit to tumble over the edge so that Wonwoo can chase his own relief. The second your body starts shaking, you feel him pull out. He must pump his cock a few times because thereâs a slight delay before you feel something hit your back. You feel a little proud with how much cum you feel on your skin, like maybe he was a little more affected by you than he wanted to let on.Â
As soon as Wonwoo lays down next to you on the bed, you also collapse onto your side. The bed is soft, but your knees are still a little sore from spending so much time on them. Wonwoo immediately pulls you into him so that he can kiss you breathless. His hand is behind your head, keeping you from pulling away. The chemistry between the two of you is intense. Not something you were prepared for. Itâs clear that if one of you doesnât stop, then youâll be fucking him again. And your body needs a break.
âI should get cleaned up,â you say when you pull back, more than slightly breathless.Â
âLet me just get cleaned up a little and then you can take a shower,â he says.Â
He presses a kiss to your temple and then gets up off the bed. Thereâs no point in pretending you arenât watching him as he walks to the bathroom. Heâs all lean lines and unexpected muscles. Nobody should be allowed to look the way he does, to look so good that Greek gods would be jealous. And yet here he is.Â
A few minutes later, he emerges from the bathroom and arches an eyebrow at you. Thereâs a towel slung low around his hips in a way that should be a sin. âYouâre going to make me think that you want more.â
âI donât even know if Iâm going to be able to stand,â you joke as an answer.
It surprises you a little when he comes over to the bed and helps you up. That is, until you see the way his eyes take you in. Thereâs nothing soft there, only predatory. Like youâre a meal he wants to return to. Your brain still feels a little slow to catch up, but registers something like heâs analyzing you. Still, he helps you get to the bathroom, points out the toiletries, and then disappears back into the room.Â
By the time youâre clean and wrapped in the softest bathrobe youâve ever worn, Wonwoo is sitting at the table wearing shorts and his glasses with nothing else. Heâs scrolling absently through his phone and picking at some snacks that hadnât been there when you had gone to shower. You didnât think youâd been in there long, so itâs surprising he was able to get something up so quickly. When he notices youâre out of the bathroom, he indicates the food.
âI ordered us some snacks and they were happy to get them up here quickly,â he says.Â
You take a seat across from him a little apprehensively. This is the part that you hadnât really considered. How do you excuse yourself from the situation in a way that ensures youâll see him again? Itâs not that you want to have a repeat, though thereâs part of your brain that is not opposed like you should be. Itâs justâŠwell with the room and the toiletries and the fast room service, youâre sure that this is the man youâre looking for. Which, admittedly, might make things a little complicated. But, you do have a job to do.
âI guess I am hungry,â you admit and reach for something.
âGlad youâre not going to make me eat alone,â he muses.Â
âYou already paid for dinner and drinks, I wasnât expecting more treats,â you admit.Â
âSeems fitting after the mindblowing sex,â he says and watches you, a clear glint to his eyes. âI canât get over how insanely hot it was to watch you squirt for me.âÂ
Your cheeks redden without your permission. Heâs so free with admitting it even with the moment having passed. Maybe heâs more trouble than you realized.Â
âSeems like I wasnât the only one to enjoy myself if my back is any indication,â you toss out.Â
âI really enjoyed the way you told me I could come on your back,â he shares.
âAnd my ass,â you remind him.
âI got that too,â he reminds you. âAnd what a nice ass it is.âÂ
âCareful or Iâll ask you to blow my back out again,â you say, voice slightly betraying that youâre affected by his very presence.Â
âThat makes me think you were going to head out and never see me again,â Wonwoo ventures.
âI havenât decided yet,â you say, trying to be coy.
Wonwoo fixes you with a stare that you canât quite decipher. It nearly makes you squirm under the intensity. Is he just like that? The kind of person that does everything with that burning look in his eyes.Â
âLet me ask you something, Agent,â he begins and your mouth runs dry. You do everything you can not to let him know that youâre a second away from losing it. âDo you fuck all your targets? Or am I special?â
The way he smirks at you lets you know that he knows heâs onto something. Knows exactly who you are. Or maybe who you work for, at least. Heâs made you and youâre not entirely sure youâre safe anymore. Youâre also not entirely sure what the best move is. Probably take half a second too long to decide if his face is any indication.Â
âAgent? Target?â you laugh out. âIâm sure I donât know what you mean.âÂ
âDonât you?â he presses. âReally, we shouldnât be lying to each other so early in the relationship.âÂ
âIâm here doingâŠâ you start.
âResearch, yes. Thatâs what you said. And you almost had me when it took so long to run into you again. Your Spanish is flawless. It doesnât sound like someone that learned at some secret agency. Youâre much better at languages than any of the other agents that have come after me. And waiting so long to meet me again, genius. It really had me second guessing who you were,â he says. âBut then, you made a mistake. Do you know what it was?âÂ
âGoing on a date with someone thatâs clearly a little delusional?â you ventured. âI donât know what youâre talking about.âÂ
âOh, I think you do,â he says, confident. âIâll tell you where you fucked up. It was dinner tonight. No, not something you said or did because you were shockingly smooth with it. Itâs that you agreed to it at all. I suggested a place no researcher would ever go to. Because it used to be the site of a religious monument, but it fell into disrepair. A local crime family took it over. Only locals bother going there, but no researcher ever would.âÂ
Your heart sinks. Through all your research and all your planning, you knew that you would never be able to get everything. There just wasnât the time. So, you had to hope that the person you were chasing wouldnât notice any small missteps. Or would write them off with your cover story. What you had not planned for was this. In all your careful consideration, you had not planned to go on a date with the art thief himself. He had you and he knew it. Itâs hard to see the right path out of this.Â
It had been a gamble to get close to him the way you had. A gamble that you questioned taking and took anyway. A gamble you took without clearing it with Seungcheol. Usually, getting close to a target this way, you talk to him to make sure that he thinks itâs a good idea too. Make sure that this kind of move will fit the profile for the person that youâre chasing. This time, youâre flying blind. You had gotten a little ahead of yourself. A little sloppy. This isnât the type of work youâre known for. Itâs not the reason that you were sent down to Buenos Aires to chase him on a secret mission.Â
âOne mistake,â you sigh with a shake of your head.Â
âYeah, just the one,â he agrees.Â
âSo why did you invite me back here?â you ask.Â
Wonwoo shrugs. âIâm curious about you.âÂ
âCurious? You risked inviting me back to your actual hotel room over curiosity?â you ask, looking around.Â
âWhoâs to say this is actually my room?â he says with another casual shrug. You clock it on his face as soon as he says it.Â
âNo, it is your actual room. The comfort, the speed of the room service, the way things are laid out. Itâs not staged. This is just where youâre staying,â you observe. That makes him smile in a way youâre not expecting.
âGood eye,â he agrees. âNow for my question. Do you fuck all your targets?âÂ
âNo,â you say shortly.Â
âWhy even agree to go on a date with me, then?â he presses.Â
You sigh and sit further back into your chair. Take a piece of fruit from the table to buy yourself some time. âI donât know. It wasnât a good decision, obviously. I wasnât even sure you were my target. There was justâŠsomething about you.âÂ
âSo youâve never fucked a target before? Iâm special?â he asks with a smirk.
âI didnât say that,â you respond. âI just donât usually fuck a target without clearing it first.âÂ
âWho knows youâre here with me?â he asks.
âNobody,â you answer. Itâs too honest.Â
Youâre not sure if you should have admitted that and even less sure if heâll believe you. It is the truth, though. Nobody in the world knows where you are right now. Itâs kind of a crossroads for you because Wonwoo isnât dangerous. Heâs never been violent, as far as your information shows. Despite being physically separated from your bag, youâre not exactly unarmed. And yes, he does look like heâs in shape, but youâre still confident that you can take him if it comes to that. Once again, your mind is running through a million calculations a second as you realize you definitely should have talked to Seungcheol.Â
âIâm trying to figure you out,â he admits.
âHowâs that going?â you ask sarcastically.Â
âNot as well as it would normally,â he says. Itâs something else thatâs honest between the two of you. More honest than youâre expecting. âMost people are too easy to figure out. Itâs boring. Nothing about you makes sense to me.âÂ
âAnd what about me is so difficult for you to figure out?â you ask, still lacing your words with sarcasm.Â
âYou know, despite me figuring out that youâre after me, youâre actually the best agent that theyâve ever sent. You fit into your role seamlessly. Youâre just the right amount of charming. You blend into your surroundings because you donât try to do anything to dull yourself. Against my better judgment, I am impressed. And yet, you still decided to come on the date. Youâre clearly the best they have and youâre still here,â he says, gaze soft but analytical on you.Â
âIâm going to keep my mouth shut,â you say carefully.Â
âWhy?â he asks.Â
âYou disarm me,â you admit. âI know so much about you and yet, here I am. Unwilling to leave even though you know what Iâm here to do.âÂ
âDo you still want to turn me in?â he asks.
âAre you going to disappear into the wind the second I walk out that door?â you counter.Â
He regards you for a moment. A moment too long, really. It makes you squirm in your seat. This isnât going at all how you would have imagined. âNo.âÂ
âWhy?â you ask.
âBecause Iâm waiting to see how this whole thing plays out. You havenât said that you want to turn me in. I can see youâre conflicted about it. So, Iâm going to see how this plays out,â he answers. He holds up a hand when you open your mouth. Seems to predict youâre going to ask why again. âBecauseâŠokay, look. I know this is really weird. I know youâre here to try and find me. But, youâre actually interesting and that sex was fucking good. So, I donât know, call me cocky. Iâm not ready to let you walk away just yet.â
âIf I can walk at all,â you grumble.Â
âYou were walking just fine from the bathroom. Maybe I need to really make sure you canât walk,â he muses.Â
The eye contact is too much and you turn your head away. Youâre positive heâs onto you, especially when you carefully cross your legs. Itâs just that heâs right, isnât he? You can sit here and pretend that you only slept with him to keep him close while you tried to figure him out. Can say that it was all just part of the job and you didnât enjoy it. Can say that you wanted to take a different approach since nobody else has been able to catch him.
Thatâs also very clearly a lie.
Seungcheol likes to know what his agents are up to, particularly when it comes to agents like you that deal with secret missions. Since you started as friends before he had to retire to his desk, heâs also very protective of you. He hates it when you suggest using your charm on a target like this. So, no, this isnât just another target. This is something else entirely. You have to admit that you actually enjoyed it. That you would like to do it again. That you actually donât even want to leave his room because youâre not convinced youâll ever see him again. Which is really stupid, isnât it? You should not care if you never see him again. Unless it means that you failed your mission. Thatâs not why youâre worrying about never seeing him again, though.Â
Just as youâre about to open your mouth and say something else, your phone chirps from your bag. Itâs a sign. You know it is. The sound is tied to Seungcheol. Which means heâs looking for a check-in. Which means youâre late, something that never happens with you. Youâre standing up to get your phone before even realizing it. Wonwooâs eyes track your movements.Â
Cheol: hope youâre enjoying your trip! Send pictures when you can
Itâs code. Sent through a normal message so that it doesnât look suspicious. And so that it gives you the chance to ignore it if youâre not in a place where you can answer him. You donât even hear Wonwoo approach as youâre mentally calculating how to respond to this.
âIs that code?â he asks and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his low voice by your ear. God, nobody should have a voice like his.
âItâs my handler, I guess you could say,â you answer.
âAre you going to call him?â he asks.
âHeâll worry if I donât,â you say and realize itâs true.Â
Wonwoo steps around you to grab his own phone and then returns to his position at the table. âIâll be quiet if you want to call.âÂ
Thereâs something kind of hot about how he says it. Like he doesnât actually want to let you leave. Or like itâs an order to stay. Youâre not sure if youâre reading too much into it. When you look over at him, his eyes are on his phone, but his lips turn up in a smile. He knows your eyes are on him and heâs still playing a game. A game that you just might lose, for the first time in your life.Â
With a sigh, you shake your head and just fire off a text in response. You donât have it in you to call Seungcheol and you also arenât exactly sure what to say. Heâs always been able to read your tone like itâs his own. After telling him you might have a lead, heâs going to know something is wrong. This is going to be a problem.
You: itâs been amazing, iâm loving each new thing i get to see in person. Iâll have some pictures to show you tomorrow!
Itâs a signal that youâre not going to have anything new to share with him tonight and not to contact you again until you check in the next day. Youâre not really sure if this is the right decision, but you need time to clear your head. This is the only way that you can see getting that. Itâs too hard to think about making a decision when Wonwoo is still half naked and looking at you like youâre prey. At least you can assume that you could take him if you needed to. Thankfully, heâs not really looking at you like that kind of prey.Â
âIâll call him tomorrow,â you say.
âAnd what will you do tonight?â Wonwoo asks, looking up at you.
âIâm all yours, at least for tonight,â you say.Â
Youâre surprised the look he gives you doesnât melt you into the floor. âI can work with that.â
The next day brings more confusion than the night before. At least youâre back in your own hotel room and out of the intoxicating orbit of Wonwoo. The downside is that you couldnât leave his bed without agreeing to lunch plans with him. Both of you wanted to get breakfast together, but hadnât been able to get out of bed in time for that. You turned down his offer to just buy you new clothes so you wouldnât have to leave his sight. Thankfully, he does seem to understand that you need a minute to process everything in the last 24 hours. Itâs been a bit of a whirlwind.
Thatâs not what you need to focus on right now, though. You donât have any more messages from Seungcheol, which is what you expected. Still, you need to call him before he doesnât something to check on you. Like sending Chan to your hotel with some made up story. You donât want to put anyone in that position. You also donât really know what youâre going to say. When you left Wonwooâs hotel room, he made it clear: the choice was yours. He wants to see you again and he also knows that heâs asking a lot. Too much, probably. So, heâs giving you a choice. If you show up at lunch to meet him, then youâre at least willing to get to know him a little more before deciding anything. If you stand him up, then heâll know you canât agree to that. Itâs a major gamble for him because you know what he looks like and his real name. You have more than you need to put an end to years of his hard work.Â
Nothing in your life has prepared you for this. Not really. Sure, you train for missions and you perfect your skills. But, emotions have never been part of it. Itâs always been so easy to separate your humanity from your job. Kind of like you just switch of anything that makes you normal and go into mission-mode. You once compared it to being an actor because youâre just playing a part. None of it is real and none of it is really your decision. This is uncharted territory for you.
Once you catch your breath, you pull a device out of the secret pocket in your bag so that you can connect it to your phone. Itâll scramble the signals and make the line secure so that you can call Seungcheol. Itâs a bit of normalcy that youâre craving in the madness around you.Â
âFinally, Iâve been worried,â Seungcheol answers.Â
âI answered you right away,â you point out.
âYes, to say that you would not be calling me,â Seungcheol presses and you sigh.
âBecause I donât have anything new to report,â you say without even realizing when you made the decision. The lie flows so easily. âIâve been cataloging everything on everyone I see at the museums and galleries. Cross checking the names coming into the country. Surveying anyone that sticks out as I check things out.âÂ
âHey, itâs okay,â Seungcheol cuts in.
âIâm here to find him, though,â you point out. Youâre not sure why youâre doing this.Â
âI know,â he says. âBut, Iâd rather you be safe.â
âIâm always safe,â you lie. Thankfully, he doesnât seem to pick up on it.Â
âI know, but I also know youâre competitive,â he says. âRemember, weâve already sent no less than 6 teams to find him and theyâve all failed.âÂ
âI donât fail, though. Thatâs why you sent me,â you say. Youâre not even sure why youâre arguing with him.Â
âJust be careful. What happened with that lead you thought you had?â he asks.Â
âA dead end,â you say with a practiced sigh. âDoes the intelligence say heâs still in the city?âÂ
âI canât imagine heâd leave without taking anything,â Seungcheol says.Â
âGood point,â you say. âIâll keep looking.âÂ
âDo you want me to send back-up?â he asks.
âItâs your mission,â you say noncommittally. âIf you think itâll help and we can still fly under the radar, then by all means.âÂ
âI was thinking of Chan since heâs still kind of in the area,â he says.
âAh, yeah, Iâm not sure,â you admit.
âYouâre right, I know. I do want you to formally meet him soon, though. But, definitely not mid-mission,â he agrees. âJust be careful and keep me updated. If it goes on too long, weâll just pull you. Maybe he got spooked.âÂ
âYeah, that works,â you agree.Â
âSee you when youâre back,â he says.
âSee you,â you answer and hang up.
It feels awful to lie to him, of all people. Heâs one of the only people that youâve ever trusted in your life. The only one that knows exactly who you are, knows all your demons, and still accepts you. He knows just how many people are six feet under because of you, knows the ways youâve had to use your body, knows the lies youâve told and the people youâve hurt, both physically and emotionally. He knows all your scars and he accepts it. Because you know all his scars, too. It sucks to lie to him.
Sometimes they say that indecision is still a decision. Thatâs where you are now. You can say that you havenât made a decision about what youâre going to do with Wonwoo. You can say that youâre waiting for more information. But, in a way, youâve made at least one decision in his favor. You didnât tell Seungcheol that your lead turned out to be the art thief himself. No. Instead, youâre showering and getting ready to meet him again, about to make yet another decision. Maybe you were always going to agree to lunch rather than stand him up. Heâs got a lot to lose here too. Itâs far more complicated than it should be.Â
Your head is a little in the clouds by the time you leave your room to head down to the lobby and out into the comfortable winter air. If you spend a little more time than strictly necessary making sure you look nice, well thatâs your business. The only drawback is that you donât have Wonwooâs phone number, at your own insistence, and so he may think you decided to stand him up. That worry lasts as long as it takes for you to reach the lobby. Thatâs where you see him, sitting casually in an armchair with his eyes locked on you. Thereâs no reason for the way your heart skips over such a simple outfit. Itâs just a t-shirt and a leather jacket. Why are you nearly losing your mind?
âWhat are you doing here?â you ask and he gives you the most charming smile youâve ever seen. It probably even puts your own smile to shame.
âI took a chance that you would decide in my favor,â he says and stands up.
âConfident,â you say, âbut still, I was supposed to meet you at the restaurant since I hadnât decided.â
âItâs a date. Iâm picking you up,â he says and surprises you by placing a gentle kiss on your cheek .Â
âIsnât that chivalrous of you,â you comment while trying to convince your heart to stop beating out of your chest.Â
âShall we?â he asks and motions for you to walk ahead of him.
The chivalry doesnât stop at picking you up at your hotel, unfortunately for you. He opens the door and then gently takes your hand. Thereâs a hand on your back when you step around him. He puts himself between you and any traffic. Itâs the best anyone has ever treated you and you hate that youâre even noticing that. Now, youâre thinking that you should have stood him up for an entirely different reason.
Lunch feels like the most normal thing in the world. The real reason for being in this beautiful city doesnât come up at all. Instead, you talk about life and interests. The type of music and food that you like. What you do in your free time. Itâs exactly what you imagine first or second dates to be like. Not that you have much experience with actually dating.Â
It only gets deeper from there with Wonwoo telling you more about himself. Not about how he really makes money, but it certainly helps you understand how he got involved and how he stays under the radar. As it turns out, he comes from a lot of money. He doesnât say it in a way that sounds like heâs bragging. It makes sense, though. Everything about him screams old money, which fits the profile you put together. The way he carries himself, the way he speaks, the way he dresses. It doesnât feel like someone thatâs made his money from stealing art. You learn that heâs involved in a lot of charities, which surprises you a bit. You also learn that he sponsors students in a video game design program in his home country. Thereâs so much more to him than stealing art. In fact, that seems to be such a small part of who he is. Itâs more than a little surprising, which is odd since itâs usually so hard to surprise you. Itâs clear that heâs grown up around art. All this time and heâs just been hiding in plain sight.Â
The two of you sit at lunch for so long that the servers finally, very politely, indicate that itâs time to leave. Itâs never been this easy to sit with someone in your entire life. Itâs a level of comfort that you should absolutely not feel with someone like Wonwoo. But, you canât help it. You canât help the way you feel around him. Canât really fight the feelings that keep threatening to bubble up.Â
The roads arenât nearly as busy when you walk back towards your hotel. Even though itâs a tourist city, it still quiets down in the mid-afternoon when the local businesses close down. The tourists seem to use the time to also relax or take advantage of certain monuments being quieter. It lends itself to the comfortable silence that settles around you and Wonwoo on the walk.Â
When you reach the lobby, you turn to face Wonwoo and your breath catches a little. The sun in July isnât as strong, but it still provides a backlight like heâs some sort of dark angel. Which sounds insane, even if your head. There have been so many beautiful people in your life, yet this is the one that has you forgetting how to put words together. Itâs like he knows exactly what youâre thinking when he steps into your space and takes your face in his hands. He kisses you so fiercely that you forget your name. Itâs the kind of kiss that doesnât look like much from the outside, but changes your entire world on the inside.Â
âWell how am I supposed to go back to my room and leave you now?â you ask against his lips when he pulls back. You can feel the smile on his own lips when he kisses you again.
âIsnât it obvious?â he whispers.Â
âNo,â you whisper back and kiss him again.
âI donât want you to leave me,â he says.Â
That makes you pull back sharply so that you can search his face. Does he realize how that sounds? It makes you wonder if he means more than just tonight. What is he trying to do to you? How many ways can one man make you reconsider everything you stand for? Nothing about his face looks smug or even insincere. In fact, he looks the way you imagine you feel. A little smitten and a lot unsure of what to do next.Â
âAnd what would I do instead?â you ask, though you have an idea where heâs going.
âGo pack a bag of some of your things and come stay with me for the next few days,â he requests. Itâs just bordering on a demand, even though itâs clearly your call.Â
âAre you crazy? We barely know each other,â you protest without much heat.Â
âWhat better way to get to know each other?â he counters. He grabs your hips, pulling you close to his body so he can wrap his arms around you. âAnd think about it. I can see youâre still not sure what you want to do. If youâre with me, youâll know where I am at all times. I canât get into any trouble while youâre still deciding.âÂ
âI suppose you do make a point,â you concede.Â
âI have never done anything this reckless in my life. So, Iâm just asking for a chance,â he shares.
Itâs a little insane for him to say this is the most reckless thing heâs done in his life. Surely, stealing art is crazier than this. Which would make you lean towards not believing him if it werenât for the voice in the back of your head. That little voice that agrees with him. Youâve put your life in danger more times than you can count, but saying yes to the man in front of you feels like the most dangerous idea yet. Maybe itâs because you know itâs not your body youâre putting on the line, but your heart. And maybe, just maybe, thatâs what he means too. That heâs never taken the chance to chase someone like this. Or maybe you just want to believe that you might be special.Â
All you can do is nod at him and watch the smile that breaks across his face. Itâs honest, unguarded. Itâs real. Thereâs nothing behind it except genuine happiness that you agreed to spend the next few days with him. Before you can second guess your decision, you give him one more kiss and nearly run up to your room.Â
Being separated from him gives you the chance to actually catch your breath. To focus on what you need to bring with you. Since, apparently, youâre not going to reconsider if this is actually a good idea or not. You know you should. You know that this is another one of those moments that you chalk up to indecision when your actual decision could not be any louder. Again, youâre reminded of what youâre doing here. What youâre supposed to be doing here. This man is your enemy. Heâs the person youâre supposed to be arresting and bringing into The Agency to face sentencing. Youâre a good agent. You always put the mission ahead of yourself, your thoughts, your beliefs, or even your relationships. This isnât a version of yourself that you recognize and it should stop you in your tracks.
Instead, you decide which dress to pack away and what pair of shoes looks best. For the first time in your life, youâre diving in first and asking questions later. Or never.Â
It shouldnât be surprising that you end up naked in Wonwooâs bed minutes after crossing the threshold to his hotel room. Not with how things have gone so far for the two of you. Yet, what is surprising is that the sex is even better than the night before. Youâre catching your breath, tucked into Wonwooâs side, body tacky with sweat but so impossibly happy. His hand thatâs around you absently traces patterns into your skin. Itâs honestly like youâve known him for years. Itâs insane to realize how comfortable you feel when thatâs not something you ever experience. Not like this.Â
Itâs also shocking to you how much this man wants to share with you. He carries on your chats from lunch as if he hadnât just fucked you into his mattress yet again. Like this means more than some dirty sex holed up in a hotel in a foreign city. Makes you feel like you might actually mean something to him, which is a very dangerous feeling to have. Both of you know that this canât mean more than what it is. At least, you think you know that and you think he might too. But, thereâs a clear understanding that you wonât talk about it. Not now, at least.Â
Wonwoo decides that he wants to take you somewhere fancy for dinner. The type of place that you would never consider going to while on a mission. Though, youâre always prepared for anything. When you were packing up your things in your hotel room, you even grabbed a couple nicer dresses. All they needed was a quick steam, which the hotel staff had been only too happy to accommodate. Any protests about it being too much fell on deaf ears. He was set and the two of you were going to a famous restaurant. All you had to do was shower and get ready. Your dress would be ready by the time you needed it.Â
Itâs clear you donât really understand the limits to Wonwooâs wealth, if there even are any, when you arrive at the restaurant. Itâs the kind of place where you usually need reservations well in advance. Itâs not the kind of place you can just show up at. Despite that, the host leads you back to a semi-private area where youâre tucked into a corner booth. Itâs clearly one of the nicest tables in the place. You think you catch Wonwoo sliding the host something when he shakes their hand before he turns back to you. All thoughts go out the window when he slides in right next to you, not leaving any space.Â
Wonwooâs Spanish really is very remedial and so you help him decipher the menu and order. It gives you pause when there arenât prices anywhere on the menu, but heâs quick to wave off any concerns. Insists that itâs his treat. You donât want to think thatâs something you could get used to. It isnât like you have any real trouble affording nice things. Your salary is high and you donât have much to spend money on. This is a different level, though. Itâs even different from the times youâve gone on a mission and charmed your target. That always feels temporary. Like youâre something of an imposter. You donât get those feelings here with Wonwoo.
Letting him pick out which outfit you wore may have been a mistake. You discover this once you get your drinks and the waiter leaves you alone. His hand rests possessively on your thigh, against the bare skin of your leg exposed by the slit in your dress. His body is angled towards you and heâs encouraging you to continue telling your story. But, he has to know heâs distracting, too, with the way his hand slides further up your thigh. What started as arguably innocent ventures quickly into dangerous territory.Â
âYou were saying?â he prompts. His hand is inside the fabric of your dress now, keeping you from pressing your thighs together like you want to.Â
âI, uhâŠâ you stutter as he digs his hand into the soft flesh there. âWonwoo, arenât you worried?â
âAbout what?â he asks innocently.
âGetting caught,â you hiss and look down at your lap.
âNo, sweetheart, Iâm not worried,â he says and you glare at him, âbecause youâre going to be good for me and be quiet.â
âI donât knowâŠâ you start and stop as soon as his pinky grazes along your entrance through your panties. âFuck.âÂ
âDoesnât seem like you actually want me to stop,â he points out.
âI, fuck, you know I donât but there are people,â you say softly.
âI paid good money for this table. I donât think weâll be disturbed,â he tells you.Â
âIâŠâ you start. When he pulls his finger away, you nearly whine.
âI need to hear you say you want it,â he says.
âWhat?â you ask, a little louder than you intended.
âUse your words,â he directs and you glare.
âFuck you,â you hiss, earning a chuckle out of him.Â
âNot yet,â he retorts.
âFine, yes. I want your fingers inside me here in this damn restaurant,â you say.
Heâs expecting this answer. Itâs written all over his face. This time, he doesnât tease you. Doesnât waste any time because you may not have much of it. He simply pushes your panties to the side and slides his first finger into you. The angle doesnât make it easy but his fingers are long and slender, like they were built for something like this. Itâs hard to keep from making a sound, so you try to do anything to distract yourself from the way he pumps into you. Or the way he adds a second finger so quickly.Â
When you pick up your drink to take a sip from the straw, you watch his eyes on you. They seem to darken the second that you wrap your lips around the straw. His fingers pump into you even faster. And his lips are demanding on yours when you set the drink back down. You moan softly into his mouth without really considering if anyone is paying attention or if they can hear you. His tongue tangles with yours frantically while he tries to get you off right in that booth.Â
This is new for you. You definitely didnât think you would get so turned on by the fact that anyone could walk back over to see what you were doing. Anyone could hear the noises youâre making. Anyone could figure it out. When he feels that your pussy clenching around his fingers, he pulls away from the kiss. Leans his forehead against yours so that he can whisper filthy things in the space between you. Tells you how good you feel and how he loves watching you when youâre about to come. Moans about how tight you are. How pliant you are for him. Reminds you to be quiet. Tells you he canât wait to taste you on his fingers. Thatâs what finally pushes you over the edge.
Your fingers grip the edge of the booth underneath you as you come hard and fast. He lazily guides you through it and then follows through by bringing his fingers to his lips. Itâs so hot that you consider asking if you can just leave and go back to the room to be fucked properly. But, then your stomach rumbles and you think better of it. Itâs only another few minutes before the first course arrives with a slightly knowing look from the waiter. After that first course, you excuse yourself to the bathroom to clean up, at least a little. You deem your panties ruined and just remove them, tucking them away into your bag. Youâll have to be a little more careful the rest of the night.
This dinner is somehow even better than the first and it has nothing to do with the place being expensive, though the food is definitely amazing. You also donât think it really has anything to do with the way Wonwoo fingered you under the table. Thatâs definitely a first for you. Exhibitionism hasnât been your thing before, but maybe heâs got you learning new things about yourself. It had only taken him a minute to realize that you werenât wearing underwear anymore. It definitely took him another minute to regain his composure.
The thing that actually makes this dinner better than the first is the man across from you. With his walls down, the entire night just feels that much more. Itâs one of the only times youâve ever felt your own guard come down. Itâs not smart and you donât care. You think you probably look a little punch drunk to anyone that can see your table. Then, you meet Wonwooâs eyes again and think he probably looks the same. You never really have the chance to enjoy dates, but even if you did, this would still probably top them all. Itâs all the little things. The way Wonwoo carefully brushes a strand of hair out of your face. The way he offers you a bite off his own plate when you say it looks good. The way he brings your knuckles up to his lips and presses feather light kisses to them.Â
âAre you going to insist on ordering dessert here too?â you ask after the main course.Â
âI was thinking we might have dessert back in our room,â he says and you raise an eyebrow.
âOur room?â you question.
âDonât test me,â he cautions.Â
âI wouldnât dare,â you say and lean into him to press a slow kiss to his cheek. Your hand brushes over his lap as a way to get closer.
âIs this you not testing me?â he asks when your hand brushes across his lap again.
âWhat? You can make me come on your fingers but I canât tease you a little?â you ask innocently.
Wonwoo grabs your hand and anchors it on your own thigh. âWeâre getting out of here and then you can show your appreciation however you want. We donât need to give them more of a show.âÂ
It seems like it takes an eternity to pay the bill (which Wonwoo doesnât let you see) and get a cab back to the hotel. The promise of something else simmers between you the entire time. Wonwoo keeps a hand on you the entire time. A hand on your lower back out of the restaurant, fingers intertwined with yours in the cab, an arm around you walking into the hotel. When you get into the elevator, he pulls you back against his chest as more people join. He masks it as affection and presses a kiss to your cheek, but you feel the desire beneath it.Â
The moment you cross into the room, you slip out of your shoes and turn around to press a kiss to Wonwooâs lips. The tension between the two of you is thick and itâs hard to remind yourself to come up for a breath. He overwhelms every one of your senses. Thereâs nothing but him in every corner of your brain when he kisses you like that.Â
Itâs almost embarrassing when he breaks the kiss and you chase his lips. âHow about dessert?â
âI thought that was just your way of sayingâŠâ you start and he directs your attention to the table. Thereâs an assortment of fruit, whipped cream, and melted chocolate there.Â
Youâre a little hesitant when he starts to walk to the table. It just feels incredibly intimate, which is true for a lot of what's happened with Wonwoo. But, this still feels different. It feels like more, once again. Wonwoo realizes that youâre not behind him and turns back to you. He closes the space between you yet again and places a hand on your cheek, impossibly soft.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?â he asks.Â
âIâve never doneâŠthis,â you say softly into the quiet between you and him.Â
âPretty sure weâve already fucked several times,â Wonwoo says to lighten the mood.
âNo, I mean, thisâŠI donât know. The desserts and the whipped cream and chocolate. It just feels, I donât know, intimate,â you admit.Â
âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to,â he assures you.Â
Itâs absolutely insane that youâre hesitating. It doesnât have to be some super intimate thing. Itâs not like Wonwoo hasnât already seen every inch of you and gotten to know your body better than anyone should in that period of time. But, this is far beyond the point where you can convince yourself any part of this is for the mission anymore. This isnât just to keep him close. This is no longer indecision, as much as you want to pretend that it is.
âIs this your go-to move, then? Have a bunch of sweets delivered to the hotel room and seduce people with being all gentle?â you ask.
âIâve definitely never done this before,â he says and itâs too honest.Â
Instead of answering him you just kiss him because itâs the only answer you can think of. Somehow, knowing that this is different for him too makes it feel less overwhelming for you. You drag him back towards the table until youâre leaning against it. Your back arches into him as he licks into your mouth. His hands wrap around you to keep you tight against his body. He pulls away again and youâre ready for it this time.Â
Wonwoo reaches an arm behind you and dips a strawberry in some of the chocolate. He brings it to your lips and watches intently as you get your mouth around it. The first bite sends a little bit of juice and chocolate over your lips. Just as youâre about to wipe it away, Wonwoo pulls the remainder of the strawberry back and kisses it away. Itâs like that one action unlocks any hang ups you have. You twist around to scoop up some whipped cream with your finger. Your eyes lock on Wonwoo as you slowly lick it off. With it still in your mouth, you kiss him hard, enjoying the way your tongues dance and the tastes.Â
The two of you take turns dipping fruit and feeding it to each other. The kisses become more and more desperate in between feeding each other. Itâs a little messy, though, so you unbutton Wonwooâs shirt and slide it off his arms. He undoes your dress to slide it off your body, removing your bra along the way. You rid him of his pants and briefs as well so that youâre not the only one standing there naked.Â
When you reach back to get more fruit, Wonwoo grabs your hand to stop you. Thereâs a question in your eyes that he leaves unanswered as he moves things out of the way behind you. Then, heâs sitting you on the edge of the table and reaching for the whipped cream, which also answers your question. He puts some of the topping on your breast and sucks into your skin to lick it off you. Your legs part on their own as you lean back on the table to encourage him to get closer. He swirls his tongue around your nipple before softly nipping at your skin. Without warning, he bites into the flesh of your breast and laves over the spot to soothe you.Â
Food should not be this sexy. Maybe itâs just that itâs Wonwoo tempting you, but youâve never been this turned on. His tongue is everywhere across your breasts and your stomach. Covering you in kisses while also licking the whipped cream or chocolate off of you. Your nails scratch down his back each time he nips into your skin. Somehow the sensations are everywhere all at once. You wrap your legs around his waist to anchor him closer to you.Â
âI need you inside me,â you whine out with Wonwoo kissing along your neck.
âAre you sure youâre ready for that?â he asks into your skin.
âFeel for yourself,â you encourage.Â
Wonwoo pulls away from your neck and looks at you with lust. He presses his fingers to your mouth and you suck them in without even thinking about it. Theyâre sweet as you swirl your tongue around them. âFuck, thatâs hot.âÂ
As if itâs confirmation, he ruts against you, seemingly hard just from all the making out and the food. You pull his fingers from your mouth and guide them to your already dripping pussy. Heâs not the only one thatâs gotten insanely turned on. As soon as you guide his fingers through your folds he groans again.Â
Neither one of you is in the mood to wait and he doesnât waste any time angling his hand so he can pump his fingers inside you. Just presses two fingers right in and adds a third to try and open you up. It makes you scream out, praising his fingers with how quickly they work you over. He removes his hand entirely too quickly and youâre whining at the loss. Wonwoo runs a hand along his cock, pumping a couple times and catching some of the precum to spread it along his length. Itâs not enough, but you donât really care right now.Â
âPlease, Wonwoo, I need you,â you beg.
âFeeling a little desperate, princess?â he teases, that cocky smirk back on him.Â
âJust fuck me already,â you whine.Â
Wonwoo doesnât say anything else, just lines himself up and presses his tip into you. It stretches you out and youâre a little surprised that he goes so slowly. Then, you realize that it feels like more when heâs inching into you like this. His eyes watch you for any signs of discomfort. He leans forward and catches your lips in the neediest kiss of the night when he bottoms out in you. You lean back onto your elbows, bringing him along with you. The kisses get sloppier as he starts to thrust into you.Â
He pulls away from you to reposition and presses your leg up so that he can get deeper. You let your leg fall over his arm so that you donât have to hold it up. The moans between the two of you are loud enough to drown out the sound of skin on skin as he fucks into you hard. You canât help it, though, and you throw your head back in pleasure.
âLook at me,â he directs roughly.Â
You moan in response but tilt your head back towards him. It feels like a chore and thatâs when it occurs to you. Taking hold of his free hand, you move it to your throat. For a second, his eyes go wide and his pace slows. Heâs searching your face for a clue before he grabs your throat a little more forcefully.
âAre you sure?â he asks.
âYes, fuck,â you groan out. âIâll tap you if itâs too much.âÂ
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he utters, flexing his fingers on your throat.
Somehow, Wonwoo seems to know the perfect amount of pressure. Itâs just tight enough that it makes it a little harder to breathe, but not so much that itâs actually choking you. He seems more comfortable than when he did it the first time. It also makes it easier to keep your eyes on him the way he wants. Everything feels heightened and itâs entirely too soon that youâre rushing to your high. You clench your walls around Wonwoo and he fucks you harder, groaning at the increased tightness.
âGonna come all over my dick again?â he asks and you moan.Â
You canât really say anything and you donât want to. This is all you need. Your hand winds down your body and you look at Wonwoo with a question in your eyes.
âGo ahead, baby, touch yourself,â he directs you.Â
Asking for permission to do anything is unlike you, but thereâs something about wanting to please this man that drives you to all sorts of new things. You rub your clit in time with his thrusts and it seems like only moments pass before youâre tipping over that edge.Â
Heavy breaths eventually subside to find Wonwoo slowly, almost lazily, fucking into you. His hands are now both on your hips as he waits for you to come down. You sit up with him still inside you and kiss him, slow and full of all sorts of unspoken things.
âYou really are fucking amazing,â you say, voice a little hoarse. âYou can move faster.â
âI was thinking we might need to get into the shower,â he says with a smirk, pressing a finger to your skin. Youâre about to object when you watch him pull it away and it sticks.Â
âMaybe I can take care of you in there, then,â you say and kiss him softly.Â
His eyes seem to light up a little at that. He slides out of you gently and walks slowly into the bathroom. You meant what you said. Shower sex is definitely not your thing because itâs never as sexy as people make it out to be. It can be slippery and there arenât really any good positions. That doesnât mean you canât help him out a little.Â
Wonwoo has other ideas first, it seems. Once the water is warm enough, both of you get in and he lathers up a loofah to gently wash all the stickiness from your body. Itâs gentle in a way youâre not expecting and impossibly thoughtful. You relax against his back with his arms around you while he makes sure all the remnants are gone.Â
When youâre clean, you turn around to face him and kiss him hard. The water falling on your back creates the perfect sensation with the heat between the two of you. He gathers you against his body, hands sliding down to grip your ass. Itâs all you can do not to melt right on the spot. You think that you could probably kiss this man for the rest of your life and never get bored. Or never fully prepare yourself for the way it makes you feel.Â
You drop to your knees and take his cock in your hand. He leans back against the wall of the shower as he looks down on you. Itâs crazy to you how turned on this man gets (or stays) just from kissing or skin contact. No matter what, his body always seems to be ready for you. You run your tongue along his length and swirl your tongue around the tip. Youâre impatient and you know heâs been waiting, so you donât waste any time before you suck him into your mouth. You relax your throat and swallow as much of his cock as youâre able to, alternating between bobbing and hollowing out your cheeks.Â
âYou look so good looking up at me like that,â he groans.Â
You hum around his dick and Wonwoo grabs the back of your head to anchor you there. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes before he releases you and you can get a breath. Even in this position, you can tell that you actually have control over this man. Itâs a great feeling since heâs been in control every other time. His hips buck when you suck him back into you. Itâs definitely a powerful feeling. The groans also tell you what you already know, youâre good at this. Heâs putty in your hands.Â
With a few more bobs, heâs coming down your throat and then slumping back against the shower wall. It doesnât stop him from helping you up off your knees. You pepper light kisses along his collarbones before he surprises you and pulls you into another kiss. Itâs never been your experience that a man wants to kiss you like that, but he doesnât shy away.Â
âWe better get out of this shower before we run through all the hot water,â he says between kisses.
âYouâre right,â you say with a sigh.Â
The two of you step out of the shower and Wonwoo is quick to wrap you up in a towel. It takes everything in you to tell your heart to calm down. You know Wonwoo feels all the same things you do. Even if he's not free with vocalizing his emotions, his actions tell you exactly what heâs thinking. If you know where to look, that is. Youâre realizing that you definitely know where to work.Â
Twenty minutes later, your skin care routine is done and youâre curled up in bed in one of Wonwooâs oversized t-shirts. You know your alarm is going to be too early tomorrow since you need to check in with Seungcheol, but all you want to do tonight is curl up and talk more with this incredibly interesting man.Â
Something seems to shift now that youâre holed up in Wonwooâs hotel room with him for the next however many days. Before, he seemed hesitant to talk about the real reason you two crossed paths. Youâre not sure what causes the change or why he trusts that youâre not going to just turn around and burn him. Maybe itâs just that you havenât done it yet.Â
âWhat made you want to start stealing art?â you ask while the two of you are sitting outside on the balcony. This room really is too nice. It almost makes it hard to leave and explore.Â
âI donât know if it was that I wanted to steal art,â he chuckles.Â
âOkay, how did you start, then?â you ask with an affectionate eye roll.Â
âItâs going to sound stupid,â he says with an uncharacteristic shyness. âI guess, I donât know, I grew up in this house where nobody ever seemed to care what I was doing. I stole the first piece from my parents and sold it off to someone Iâd met at this underground club. I figured my parents would catch me and then at least Iâd have their attention for a minute.â
âIâm guessing they didnât catch you,â you comment.
âThey didnât even notice it was gone,â he says with a chuckle. âHow old were you?â you ask.
â16,â he answers immediately.
âSo youâve been doing thisâŠ?â you start, doing the math in your head.
â12 years, yeah,â he says. âIt took awhile to get to the point Iâm at now. I think for a while I was figuring that my parents would somehow catch on and give a shit about my life. By the time I was 19, I was really good at it and Iâd made a lot of contacts. I still moved in all those circles so I never looked out of place at a gallery or a museum. Nobody looked twice at me.â
âDid it ever get lonely?â you ask and Wonwoo regards you for a moment. âI just mean that you were still part of all these circles. You still went to all these parties and it seems like none of them knew you at all. You were hiding in plain sight because nobody knew you well enough to see it.â
âI had the networks of people that I sold to or accepted jobs from,â he says.
âBut everything Iâve ever seen says that you rarely met with those people in person. It was always online contact and leaving pieces somewhere after the money had been wired,â you share.
âI guess your agency got a few things right,â he mumbles.
âIt sounds loney,â you say sympathetically.
âI wish you were a little less observant,â he says like heâs trying for a joking tone.Â
Itâs immediately obvious that heâs a little tired and definitely lonely. You canât really imagine that type of life. Sure, youâve been working on your own or with a single partner for your entire adult life. But, youâve still been part of an organization. There are people that know you at your core. There are people that you can turn to when everything in life feels like it sucks. No matter how bad things get, you know there are people out there who can support you.
Almost involuntarily, a series of images pop into your head. Wonwoo in a suit at a charity gala, the type of person that everyone wants to approach. You can imagine people whispering behind their hands about going to speak to him or ask him to dance. Maybe trying to approach him at the bar. Then you see him just as clearly at home afterwards, alone and sitting on his couch with a drink in hand. You see him perusing a museum to get the lay of the land so that he can steal it later. Once again, alone. You see how he probably sits at home communicating with all his potential buyers.Â
Wonwoo reads the look on your face and assures you that itâs probably not as bad as youâre imagining things. Yes, he admits that heâs lonely sometimes and that heâs alone more than heâs with other people. Itâs hard for him to let anyone in. He doesnât want to have to account for his time or trust that they wonât blow his cover. Thereâs nobody in his life that he can be totally himself with, at least not until meeting you. But, he insists that it hasnât been so bad. Mostly, he prefers to be on his own anyway. He likes the quiet and the solitude. Likes to be able to enjoy his down time however he likes. He gets enough socialization when he goes to events as heâs expected to.Â
Which brings up a question. After over a decade of doing everything solo, why has he trusted you with all of this now? His answer comes more immediately than you would expect, yet it makes sense. You have something to lose here, too. Possibly even more than he does. After all, there have been a lot of teams that have been close to unraveling his mysterious identity. You, on the other hand, are supposed to be tracking him down. Not spending time locked away in his hotel room with him. That brings you up a little short because heâs right and youâre not planning on going anywhere.Â
He admits that you intrigue him. All his life, Wonwoo has appreciated a good puzzle or a good challenge. You present both to him, though it hasnât been as much of a challenge to get you to give him a chance as he expected. It is a challenge to try and unravel you. To try and figure out what made you say yes to the date and what makes you stay now. You also meet him on a level that nobody ever has before. You nearly blush at the way he describes your intelligence and how he feels more turned on by your brain than anyone before. Normally something like that would make you cringe. But, somehow Wonwoo makes it sound both sexy and endearing. Youâre just as challenged by him, too, so maybe you get it.Â
It also brings up some very conflicting feelings in you because itâs a reminder that you have a life entirely separate from him. You have a life that doesnât allow you to account for this time. At some point, you have to make a final choice. Itâs way too late to just turn Wonwoo in without any sort of repercussion. Itâs too late to act like this is all just in the name of bringing down one of the most difficult targets youâve had to track. In the name of getting to know Wonwoo better, youâve also shared a lot about yourself. A lot that someone like Seungcheol would be able to clock immediately as being true. Every moment you stay with Wonwoo makes your future more complicated. Things are already too hazy.Â
âOkay enough heavy stuff,â you declare and stand. âLetâs go do something.â
âSuch as?â he prompts.Â
âWeâre in a beautiful city, letâs go see some of it,â you suggest.
Wonwoo wants to take a minute to actually plan something, but you veto that. Heâs definitely not the spontaneous type, which you figured out before you were even sure who he was. It makes more sense now, knowing who he is. So it feels like more of a win that he relents and agrees to just go with the flow. Itâs not as if youâll be flying totally blind anyway. You did a lot of research before coming down for the mission and you know a lot of the places to see, both tourist places and some that are off the beaten path.Â
Once youâre outside of the hotel room, things feel different in a way you canât quite put your finger on. Everything in the hotel room feels real in the sense of getting to know each other. The conversations can be heavy and thereâs that constant need to rip each otherâs clothes off. Being outside exploring a foreign city feels real in an entirely different way. None of the conversations are heavy since youâre just appreciating the sights. But, you and Wonwoo trade off in taking pictures of each other (or even snap some together) and it feels like a glimpse at another life. It isnât a fantasy world because it does feel real, but it doesnât feel like an actual reality either. It almost feels like a mission youâre on where you and him would pretend to be a couple. You have to remind yourself this is actually a mission and youâre running around with your target because Wonwoo isnât your partner.
When youâre in Plaza de Mayo, you take a step back to allow Wonwoo to purchase something to eat. Itâs too cute to watch him stumble through his Spanish, constantly looking over at you as if asking for help. All you can do is smile as he mixes up hombre and hambre. The older woman putting the food together only smiles softly. Thereâs something incredibly cute about watching this stoic man get flushed over ordering in another language.Â
The next few days follow mostly the same pattern. You wake up earlier than Wonwoo so that you can pretend to work on the mission and actually check in with Seungcheol. Wonwoo pretends that heâs still asleep sometimes. Other times, he gets up and works on his own things. Itâs cute that heâll do anything to make it seem like you have privacy. Breakfast in the room always comes next because itâs an easy way to get ready for the day.Â
The days themselves are all a little bit different. You see the Piramide de Mayo, the Floralis Generica, the monuments to Juana Azurduy and General Jose de San Martin, Teatro Colon, the planetarium and several other interesting sights. The planetarium is a personal favorite of yours because itâs just kind of weird in an affectionate way. Itâs hard to truly pick a favorite though because each new stop teaches you more about the local culture. Itâs the kind of place that just makes you want to fall in love with it. Thereâs so much beauty and so much to appreciate. Each new stop also seems to involve learning something new about Wonwoo and somehow him trying his hand at Spanish again, only to fail. Youâre wondering if he does it just to entertain you.Â
While youâre seeing all the tourist spots, you take time to see the things the locals recommend as well. Sometimes thatâs hole-in-the-wall food places or stands that someone mentions. Other times itâs a park thatâs too out of the way for tourists. Even other times still, itâs a hidden access point to the beach. Thankfully, itâs still cool out and getting Wonwoo to agree to the beach isnât difficult. You idly wonder what it would be like to try and get him to visit the beach in January when itâs the dead of summer.Â
You want to try as many local dishes as you can while youâre there, too. Given his way, Wonwoo would probably eat in the hotel room just as much as out of it, but you donât know when youâre going to get this chance again. So, even though heâs worn out from spending so much time around people, he lets you drag him out again every night. He even seems to enjoy himself.
At the start of whatever this is, it was always you asking Wonwoo all the questions and trying to volunteer as little about yourself as possible. Youâre still an agent and youâre still supposed to be after him. The least you can do, while youâre totally ignoring your mission, is try to better understand Wonwoo and his motivations. Even if you donât end up turning him in, it's an invaluable experience to get to look into the mind of a criminal. When will you get another chance like this? When will you be this close to someone to ask personal questions? No part of you even considers that heâs lying to you. Youâre positive that he answers everything truthfully.
Somewhere along the line, it shifts. Maybe because you know everything you want to know about the man across from you. Or maybe because you genuinely feel comfortable about him. Either way, heâs the one thatâs asking you questions now. Surprisingly, though, he doesnât want to know anything about your work. He doesnât seem to care about any of that. Thereâs a nagging thought that thinks he might just be trying to make you comfortable. You try to quickly brush it away, though, and just answer any of the personal questions he asks. Wonwoo wants to know the simple things like where you grew up, what your family was like, and what you wanted to do when you were younger. The things that allow him to really know you. Itâs terrifying.Â
By the time you get back to the hotel that night, youâre exhausted. It feels like itâs been a never ending span of days in the best way. You collapse on the bed without changing. All you manage to do is take off your shoes. Wonwoo leans over you and kisses you, softly at first. But, like every other kiss with him, it leaves you gasping for air after a minute.
Itâs amazing how he seems to take your breath away and even more amazing how he always seems like heâs ready to tear your clothes off. Youâve never had someone like him in your life. But, that also brings you back to reality. Wonwoo asked you to give him a few days staying in his hotel room. Itâs definitely been longer than that without either of you seeming to notice. Thereâs a level of comfort that neither of you talk about given that this all has an expiration date. And that expiration date is rapidly approaching.Â
Staying with Wonwoo turns out to be longer than either of you planned and neither of you has a complaint about it. Youâve been checking in with Seungcheol every morning and Wonwoo pretends not to listen. Itâs been like living in a little bubble where reality isnât a concern.Â
Thatâs just the thing, though, isnât it? This isnât real life, not for you. This isnât something that lasts long term or that you can even sustain. The reality is still there. Wonwoo is one of the most infamous art thieves to ever live and you work for a secret agency tasked with bringing criminals like him to justice. Youâre not exactly sure what the last however many days have been. All you know is this is just a break from reality. A brief glimpse into an alternate life that can never be. Itâs been amazing and something you wonât ever forget. Youâre hoping that youâre both on the same page about that, at least.
âI should probably go back to my hotel today,â you say.Â
Wonwoo looks up from across the room where heâs reading while you pretend to work on your case. It helps to at least log in to the system. âTo get more stuff?â
âI canât stay here forever,â you point out.Â
âNo, I expect at some point weâll leave and head to the next place,â he agrees with a shrug.Â
âWe?â you ask, eyebrows flying up.Â
âYes, we,â he says like suddenly youâre slow on the uptake. âIâve got a few places in mind that Iâd love to take you, but itâs really up to you.âÂ
âWonwoo,â you start and your heart sinks.
You are definitely not on the same page. Probably not even in the same book, if youâre honest. Everything over the past days with him has been amazing. The perfect little escape from your reality. But, thatâs all itâs been: an escape. Or maybe thatâs all youâve let yourself think it was. Anything else seems like entirely too much. His face drops as he watches you.
âYouâre not coming with me,â he realizes.
âI didnât even know you would want me to!â you state, too loud for the space.
âHow could you not? Iâve been telling you all the places that I wanted you to see,â he says and that hits you harder than a physical blow. Heâs been giving you all the signs that this isnât just a bubble.
âI didnât think you were serious,â you point out.
âClearly,â he says, voice thick with disappointment.Â
âWonwoo, come on. Itâs not like I can just, what? Run away?â you say.
âOh, no, thereâs a whole life waiting for you back at your precious agency,â he says with derision.Â
âItâs all Iâve ever known,â you plead.
âAnd Iâve shown you that thereâs more to life than whatever this is for you,â he counters.
âI canât just leave them,â you say with a shake of your head.
That seems to make Wonwoo angrier than you expect. âNo, of course not. How silly of me. You have to get back to your handler that so clearly loves you.âÂ
âSeungcheol does not love me. Weâre friends, sure, but thatâs it,â you disagree.
âLetâs pretend thatâs true and itâs normal for a handler to speak to you the way he does. Or that itâs normal for him to worry so much about your safety. Who are you going back to apart from him? Whoâs waiting for you?â Wonwoo asks.
The questions wash over you like acid rain. Painful and harsh and unrelenting. The worst part is that heâs right. You have wondered if there are some feelings there from Seungcheol. You also donât have anyone waiting for you. Itâs really a half-life, if youâre being honest. Less than a half-life, probably. The past few days with Wonwoo are the most alive youâve felt since you were a child, before joining the agency.Â
âI canât justâŠthis is my job, Wonwoo. And youâre an art thief. A very famous one andâŠâ you start.
âHave I stolen anything here?â he asks and that brings you up short.
âWell, no, of course not. Youâve been with me,â you say simply.
âAnd I will leave this city without stealing. I will switch careers entirely if itâs that important, though it doesnât seem like it is since you havenât turned me in,â he says and itâs almost like heâs talking to himself. âIâve been all over the globe trying to feel something. Trying for anything. I started stealing because I could. I wanted to get the attention my parents never gave me. I kept going because I was looking for a challenge, which it is, at least sometimes. I was looking for someone, I think. Then, I find you and youâre everything I didnât know to ask for. But, youâre telling me some job where you canât even have a life is more important than this? That my job, which Iâm completely willing to give up, is too much of a barrier?â
âI have a life,â you scoff.
âReally?â Wonwoo challenges and folds his arms. âWhen was the last time you went on a real date? Not with a target, but a real date just with someone you wanted to know? Whenâs the last time you let yourself just breathe and explore a city? Whenâs the last time you did something just because you wanted to?â
âPlenty of people are married to their jobs,â you begin.
âI thought you were brave, you know,â Wonwoo muses. âI thought you were someone who would realize how rare this is. Itâs not like everyone is lucky enough to meet a person that completes them like this. I guess I was wrong. I guess all I was really good for was fucking you and thatâs all it was.â
âOf course thatâs not all it was,â you disagree. There are tears threatening to spill over. This isnât at all how you imagined it going. You werenât prepared for him to try to fight for you. âThe last few days with you have been everything I never thought Iâd experience. But, it hasnât been real, Wonwoo. It canât be real. Life doesnât work that way.âÂ
âWhy canât it?â he fires at you.
âBecause I donât deserve it!â you scream, tears finally streaming down your face. âBecause you donât know my scars. You donât know the things Iâve done. You donât know the mistakes Iâve made. You donât know that I have demons that are constantly chasing me.âÂ
âIâm a fucking criminal,â he points out. âWho am I to judge?â
âExactly,â you agree but rush to finish your thought before Wonwoo can interject. âYou donâtâŠquestion the decisions youâve made. You stand on everything youâve done. But, you also do so much good with charities and helping students and just giving back. Plus, Iâve looked at your crimes. You only ever stole from the rich to sell to other rich people.â
âYet you still were sent to chase me,â he points out.Â
âYeah, who do you think pays our salaries?â you ask flatly. âMy point is thatâŠI donât know. Iâm standing here across from you and I feel like Iâm the infinitely worse person in this situation.âÂ
âIt really canât be that bad,â he reasons.
âIâve taken lives, Wonwoo. More than I can count. And without even questioning if our reasoning was solid for taking them out. Iâve used my body in ways that I may never recover from, thinking it was my choice at the time. Iâve done what I was told and Iâve been good at it. Too good, maybe,â you say. Youâre talking to yourself more than him at this point. âIâm the one they send when they donât want a record. Iâm the one they send when nobody else can do it. Iâve spent the last 10 years of my life training and doing what I was told. Itâs given me scars that you canât see and wonât ever heal. All I know is this. Theyâre not just going to let me go. And even if they did, you donât deserve all the baggage that I come with. Youâre not a bad guy.â
âAnd you think you are? A bad guy?â he asks.
âI know I am,â you say.
âThatâs all you are if thatâs all you see, but I see so much more,â he argues.Â
âI still canât just ask them to walk away,â you press.
âI wasnât suggesting that you ask,â he says. âYou deserve a chance to start fresh. To see what you can be without the weight of the world hanging over your head.â
âI donât deserve anything more than what I have now,â you disagree.
âWhat about love? Do you deserve that?â he asks, changing directions.
âI donât know,â you admit.
âAnd me? Do I deserve love?â he asks.
âYes, without question,â you answer immediately.
âSo give me the chance to experience love,â he begs. âI never thought Iâd love anyone and Iâve never taken this kind of chance on anyone. But, Iâm asking you for a chance. Just one more.âÂ
Thereâs so much tension in the air between you. So many things still left unsaid and so much emotion. The air between you and him seems to crackle. A storm brews behind his eyes as he waits for you to answer him. It seems insane to think that he could feel that for you after such a short time. But, really, what do you know? You have unquestionably never been in love before, not really. Thereâs never been the time or space for it in your line of work. Relationships never seem to get deeper because youâre always keeping secrets. Canât ever tell them what you really do for work. And then thereâs Wonwoo. He knows so much about you already and even though itâs barely scratched the surface, itâs still more honest than youâve ever been. He doesnât want to run away and that scares you more than any mission youâve ever had.
Itâs justâŠitâs too much to decide now. You spend your whole life having to make split second decisions, yet canât about this. Donât have the data that you have on missions. Donât know the pros and cons. Itâs uncharted territory. Itâs scary in a way youâve never experienced. Youâve stared down the barrel of too many guns and this still feels infinitely more terrifying. Maybe he can love you after such a short amount of time because he seems to realize what youâre going to say before you say it.Â
âDonât,â he says softly when you open your mouth. âIâm going to leave the day after tomorrow. Iâm going to set the flight to leave at 1 in the afternoon. That gives you time to change your mind.â
âAnd if I donât reach you before then?â you ask softly.
âDonât ever expect to find me again,â he says with a finality that surprises you. When you meet his gaze, itâs harder than youâre expecting. âI really care about you and Iâd love you to come with me. But I know how stubborn you are. Itâs part of why I love you so much. So Iâm leaving my heart open until the day after tomorrow. Then itâs over.â
âYouâre an amazing person, Wonwoo,â you say and press a kiss to his cheek. âYouâve challenged a lot of my ideas about right and wrong. Iâll never forget that.âÂ
âIâm not accepting this as goodbye. Iâll still hope to see you before I leave,â he says and presses the gentlest kiss to your forehead.Â
Your throat is too tight to say anything in response to that. All you can do is gather up your things and head out of the hotel room. Everything in your body feels tired from the unexpected heaviness of the conversation. It hurts to see Wonwoo looking so hurt. As crazy as it sounds, you do mean that he deserves the absolute best. You also meant it that made you rethink a lot of your preconceived notions. You actually questioned things for the first time in your adult life. Despite all of that, you still walk right out of the hotel room.
You spend nearly every minute after walking out of Wonwooâs hotel room considering his offer. Go as far as scheduling your flight out of Buenos Aires for the same time as his. Genuinely, youâre not sure what you want to do. At least Seungcheol understood failing the mission. Somehow, he still sees it as a win that nothing was stolen from anywhere in the city while you were there. He assumes that your presence somehow spooked the notorious art thief. Thankfully he doesnât realize just how right he is.Â
The biggest surprise is that Chan, the slightly overeager agent from the flight down, will be meeting you when you get on the plane. Heâs only wrapping up a second mission that popped up in the area. The Agency is sending him along so that you can debrief about your actual mission and start looping him in going forward. Apparently, as great as you are and as (almost) perfect as your record is, the agency still wants to have someone for you to work with when you need them. Since that canât be Seungcheol, heâs recommending a promising younger agent. This apparently also includes you being the one to tell him all of this yourself.Â
The airport is busy when you get there, an unsurprising side effect of planning flights during the afternoon. Thereâs also the fact that private planes have to leave from the international airport, which is always somewhat packed. Getting through customs and security is surprisingly smooth and soon youâre going to have to face your literal crossroads.Â
In one direction is the familiar. Nothing about working for The Agency is easy. Thereâs a sense of routine to it, though. A sense of generally knowing what your days or weeks or even months will look like. You know how to make coffee in the shitty break room when youâre actually on site (a rarity). You know how to play nice with the other agents. You know how all the tech works. And youâre good at the missions themselves. Thatâs just to say you donât have to learn anything new. Youâre lucky enough to have a semi-boss that you get along with. Thereâs a sense of routine to everything from mission briefings to flights to the missions themselves. Thereâs comfort in knowing you donât really have to make the decisions. Sure, you have to figure out which course to take on the ground with a mission. But, that usually only means picking option A or B. All of the possible courses of action come in the briefing. You just have to evaluate the factors and figure out which pre-determined option fits best. Itâs easy. As fucked up as it might be to admit, you like doing something that you know youâre good at. Itâs nice to get praised for constantly succeeding. Itâs the easy decision.
And in the other directionâŠwell, itâs the unknown. Being with Wonwoo has been nothing short of the best feeling of your life. The most alive youâve ever felt. Itâs kind of crazy but part of you thinks you may love him. Can see how the whole future plays out, even if itâs not crystal clear. The two of you could start over somewhere new where he doesnât have to steal art and you donât have to chase criminals with questionable methods. Both of you have the funds (even if heâs better set up) to start over. Both of you clearly have the skills to disappear into the wind, too. Itâs not like your legal name exists anywhere anymore. Very few people even know it, not that you would go back to it.Â
Itâs easy to get lost in the daydream. As much as you love the sun of Buenos Aires, you canât imagine Wonwoo in a place like that during the actual summer. Everything about him makes you think of somewhere cooler, somewhere that youâre not constantly sweating. That would let you take breaks to sunnier weather. Places where you could soak up the sun while he took refuge under an umbrella, watching you with all the affection in the world. Actually, you can picture visiting a lot of places with him. He would be the perfect travel partner to see all the beautiful corners of the world that youâve never been able to appreciate. Itâs like going somewhere for a business trip. Youâre there working, not to appreciate everything around you.Â
Thereâs something kind of poetic about being at an airport as an actual crossroads in your life. Itâs like you can get on a plane going anywhere. Quite literally, since youâre not sure where Wonwooâs plane is going. Not that it really matters. If thatâs the path you pick, then itâs for him rather than the destination.Â
The only question left is whether youâre ready to leave your entire life behind. Are you ready to say goodbye to the agency that saved you? Are you ready to cut yourself off from the few people who actually know you and accept you as you are? Can you live without having any closure on that part of your life? Would you feel guilty that Seungcheol would be left with a million questions about what happened to you? Or would it hurt you to know that he would blame himself for your disappearance somehow? Then again, maybe he would know, on some level, that you just finally reached the point of needing to walk away. Thatâs something you and him have talked about before, in the early hours of the morning after too much to drink. What would you do if you could walk away from this life? What would life after The Agency look like?Â
With a deep breath, you pick your path and you donât look back. Thatâs the only way you know youâll have the strength in your decision.Â
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seven days to love | jeon jungkook
summary: jeon jungkook is nothing but your obnoxious new coworker who canât seem to get the hint that youâre not interested. heâs loud, clumsy, and a bit of a player who knows his way with girls. what started off as an immediate physical attraction toward you quickly changed to a full blown crush that jungkook just canât seem to let go. for seven days the two of you must work together alone at the store and each day jungkook takes as a chance to get you to notice him.
⣠genre/au: coworker jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], co workers au, smut. himbo jk
⣠14.2k words
warnings: smut. jk is obsessed with reader in a cute way. based off seven music video but heâs as slutty as the lyrics. heâs a gym rat who likes to read comics and talk about y/n. workplace sĂ«x. oral [both receiving]. unprotected bc theyâre literally at a record store having sex on the cash counter at the end. slapping. choking. hair pulling. switch jk. reader is insecure in relationships. jk likes to be yelled at. reader hates him but heâs all heart eyes googoo gaga. oc is mean at times but theyâre lowkey v similar except Jk Is v clumsy. oc has piercings and tattoo but in a girly pop way
song inspo: seven â jeon jungkook
There was something soothing about reorganizing vinyls to your liking. You like them in a specific order that not everyone can replicate and thatâs why itâs your zone. Youâre the one in charge of organizing them, not anyone else, so why does Jeon Jungkook keep fucking with them?
âJungkook!â
He practically jumped over the cashierâs counter to run to you, bumping into a rack of CDs and making a couple fall. You couldnât help but roll your eyes when he lifted his index finger asking you to wait just one second. Your arms were crossed over your chest impatiently and you watched him pick them up from
the floor and try to reorganize them, only for a couple more to fall.
âJungkook,â you repeated and this time around he just let them go and went to you with a smile. âYeah?â
âDid you touch my vinyls again?â You watched as he slowly blinked, eyes shifting to the side as if Taehyung â who was watching the interaction safely in the sound booth â would help him out. Taehyung just smiled and leaned further against the window to get a better look at what he can only presume is Jungkookâs third murder this week.
âUh, no?â He wasnât smiling or anything but you could clearly see the way his dimples teased their way out when he looked at what you wore today. His attention drifted away and it took everything in you not to snapp your fingers and make him look back up. Instead you just took a step toward the shelf and tried to continue.
âReally?â You asked as you pointed a finger to a section, âSo why is Chemtrails Over the Country Club next to Ultraviolence Deluxe when their releases are seven years apart?â
âUm,â Jungkook scratched the back of his head, âDonât you color code them?â
âNo,â you released a small sigh as you grabbed the vinyl and put it in its rightful spot between Blue Banisters and Norman F****** Rockwell, âI do it by release date.â
âBut wouldnât it be moreââ Jungkook stopped his train of thought when he paid attention to the small twitch in your eye, âYou know what, my bad Y/n, I just wanted to make it easier for you but I get it. I wouldnât want you fucking up my comic book order.â
âGlad, we have a mutual understanding then,â You said with a tight smile, âDonât touch my vinyls.â
âGot it,â Jungkook smiled, âHey, so later Taehyung and I are gonna go get some drinks after work, would you like to yâknow coââ
âNo.â
âThatâs cool! Yeah, uh, it was probably gonna be boring!â Jungkook yelled after you as you left him, âNot even worth your time, I get it! I mean, we can do something else if youâre interesteââ
âIâm not,â you said as you dragged a cart full of boxes toward the backroom, âThanks for the offer though.â
Jungkook watched you leave him with a smile on his face that made him look like a complete idiot because it has become very clear to everyone else that you donât like him.
âWow, youâre so pathetic itâs actually funny,â Taehyung laughed as he came running down from the loft. Jungkook lifted his middle finger to him as he tucked his hair behind his ears.
âAm I ugly?â Jungkook asked.
âA little,â Jimin said with a shrug.
âIs that why Y/n doesnât like me?â Jungkook asked, looking back at his friend.
âY/n doesnât like anyone, don't take it personal,â Taehyung said honestly, âBut she especially doesnât like you because you canât take a hint.â
Jungkook released a dramatic gasp, âWhat do you mean?â
âKook, youâve been working here two weeks already and Y/n has not shown a single ounce of interest in you, give it up already,â Taehyung patted Jungkook on the shoulder reassuringly. Jungkook shook his hand off, âMaybe sheâs not good at picking up hints.â
âOr maybe she just doesnât like you,â Taehyung said, beginning to walk away back to the sound booth where music played from, âY/n doesnât like guys who seem like players.â
âBut she doesnât even know me,â Jungkook said, âIâm not a playerâŠâ
âKook, youâve had zero girlfriends in the past two years yet you always have some girl hanging off of you,â Taehyung told him, heading back upstairs, âArenât you messing around with someone right now?â
âUm,â Jungkook scratched the back of his head dumbly, âYeah Yuâno, uh, Sua, I think, but itâs not really working out. Sheâs getting a little too clingy for my liking.â
âAnd now youâre trying to move onto Y/n?â Taehyung asked with a chuckle, swinging the sound booth door open and taking a seat. He flipped some notches on the sound board and a new song began to play, getting broadcasted on their small radio station.
âI mean sheâs hot.â
âThatâs it?â Taehyung asked with furrowed brows and said, âAnd thatâs why itâll never work out. Youâre not her type.â
Jungkook stayed at the open door until Jimin shooed him away with a flick of his hand and he left.
Itâs been about two weeks since he got this job with his close friend. Jungkook had been in search of a job for weeks when he went to Taehyung venting about it. His landlord had upped the price of rent for his one bedroom apartment and told him last minute so it was very unexpected. He already had another job working part time at a fitness center but it wasnât paying enough so he switched it up. He would like to go back to fitness training but right now he needs to save up and get his shit settled before he makes any changes.
On his first day he only worked with Taehyung and his boss, Namjoon, he didnât meet you till about two days later and he was immediately attracted to you. You werenât the only one at work who caught his attention but youâre the main one. The others were cute but youâre the one that gets him a little excited to come to work.
Itâs because you want nothing to do with him and he wants to know why. You donât know him and sure, maybe you can tell that he might be a player but⊠heâs not a bad guy. You seemed to not like him at all from the get go and itâs not fair . The only people he sees you smiling at are Namjoon and Sungha.
What does he have to do to make you notice him? When he asked Taehyung earlier if he was ugly, it was just a bitter joke. He knows heâs not ugly. He knows that he can be charming and that he can get any girl he wants if he really wanted to, so why is it that the one he is focused on right now wonât even bat an eye in his direction unless itâs to tell him off?
Heâll admit, he does like the fact that you just wonât give him the time of day at all, itâs kinda hot. The way you roll your pretty eyes at him looking annoyed even if he can always find a hint of amusement in them. When you donât pull your gaze away from his like most girls normally would, youâre not intimidated by him. He can say the most daring verse to you and youâll just blankly stare at him and scoff. Donât even get him started on how he feels when you stand there looking up at him because of your height difference and try to tell him off. He knows heâs supposed to feel scolded but he always gets a little giddy on the inside.
Since when was he ever into girls who were a little mean to him?
You never considered yourself a complicated person. If anything, you always felt like an open book, someone who people could easily read and learn about. Youâve only just recently begun to learn that thatâs not the case at all, that in truth you are a very difficult person to read while also being predictable. It was all a jumbled mess and no matter how hard your friends tried explaining it to you right now you were a little too drunk to understand.
âI just canât tell what youâre thinking half the time,â Jimin slurred on his words a bit as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into him. You scrunch your face in disgust trying to put some distance between you as he went on, âI mean⊠Iâve seen you turn down like three guys in the last hour. You mean to tell me not a single one of them interested you?â
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you looked around the club curiously, âDid a single one of them look interesting?â
Jimin didnât say anything, taken back by your straight response and by the time he had figured out what to say, Sungha was pummeling right through him, âOh my god, you wonât believe who I just saw!â
âWho?â Jimin asked as the two of you immediately forgot about your previous conversation.
It was a Saturday night and you were out drinking with your friends but at one point it became a small intervention between you and Jimin where he would tell you what was wrong with you. To be clear, thereâs nothing wrong with you.
You havenât been in a relationship in a while but that doesnât mean youâve completely shut men off. Thereâs been a few exceptions but youâve learned that you are a very picky person. Itâs not your fault that you know what you like and what you donât. Sure, sometimes it might be a bit much but thatâs why you choose to stay single. No real man is ever going to fit your male fantasy so why bother even going out with one?
You enjoy coming out with your friends at the end of the week to forget all the stress from work and school but that didnât mean you had to entertain whatever bozo came offering up some short pick up line or cheap drink. Youâre still trying to get Jimin to understand that.
âJungkook!â Sungha squealed drunkenly, âI only saw him in passing but he was with some people.â
âI thought it was someone important,â you sighed, rolling your eyes, you waved her off, âWhatever, Iâm gonna get another drink. Are you guys fine here?â
âGo ahead,â Jimin said, âI donât want to lose our table.â
You left your two friends behind as you headed toward the bar at once more to get something to drink. Part of you felt a little wary now that Sungha has very enthusiastically said how she ran into Jungkook. What if you ran into him too? That would be so awkward. You already had to see him at work every day and youâre just not interested in having to deal with him outside of work too.
Itâs not that you hate him, he amuses you with his weird antics but itâs just too much. You canât tell if he follows you all around all day because heâs into you or if that is just how he usually is. He seems to be a player so this could just be how he is and he doesnât even realize heâs doing it. Youâre not sure why he seems to always be at your side even when youâre very clearly annoyed by him, but he just never backs down. Itâs exhausting even if you do think heâs attractive and charming.
When you got to the bar, some guy helped you cut through the crowd of loitering people and you were able to put your drink order in, taking note of the circular bar at the center of the room. It went all the way around and as you trained your eyes along the circular bar, your gaze landed on someone directly across from you on the other side of all the drinks.
So, Jungkook really is here.
You meant to look away but you found yourself taking in the sight of everyone surrounding him. He was turned away from you so all you saw was his side profile but you knew it was him either way. He was busy talking with two girls who laughed at everything he said and youâre sure heâs probably flirting his way through to their numbers. There were some guys around him who you assume are his other friends but he was entertaining the girls without any worry for his friends.
Just as you were busy studying the pretty girls he was talking to, you looked back at him, his dark eyes meeting yours and you quickly looked away. He just caught you staring, shit.
You could leave and disappear through the crowd to ignore his watching eyes but the bartender was still trying to make your drink so there was nowhere else to go. From the corner of your eye, you could see him lean down and whisper something to all the girls before he was pointing at you and you curiously look back. Jungkook bit back a smile with his teeth sunken into his bottom lip as he began walking away from them and heading around the bar.
The bartender came back and you quickly took out your card to hurry up and pay and you tapped your foot anxiously like it would speed up the process. You wanted to leave before Jungkook got to you.
Maybe you were overthinking it or overly confident but in reality maybe Jungkook wonât even come to you with any of his usual shenanigans. Youâre outside of work and he could be a completely different person. Maybe at work youâre the only one he can entertain himself with andâ
âI was wondering if I was gonna get to see you too,â Jungkookâs voice boomed over the loud music and you jumped in surprise as the bartender gave you your card back and receipt. You looked back at him, âWhat?â
Jungkook smiled sweetly at you as you finally left the bar and he went with you, âI saw Sungha earlier so I was wondering if you would be around here too.â
âWere you? You seemed kinda preoccupied with something else,â you blurred out before you could stop yourself, releasing a sigh when you saw him following you.
Not different from work at all.
âOh? So you were watching, for a second I thought I was getting ahead of myself, usually you donât pay any attention to me,â Jungkook said teasingly and you found yourself rolling your eyes like you normally would.
âPoor you,â you said as you looked around for Jimin and Sungha but stopped. Did you really want to bring him to them? Sungha would understand, sure she thinks itâs cute that Jungkook seems to be into you but Jimin would read too into it. Heâs always looking for some sort of gossip and you bringing around Jungkook would definitely raise questions after scolding you for not paying attention to any guys.
âWhyâd we stop? You want to dance?â Jungkook asked, looking as everyone seemed to dance or grind on each other. You were practically on the dance floor and he was intrigued. His hand touched your lower back as if to guide you but you whipped around to face him, so close that his breath hitched, feeling like he was just caught doing something he shouldnât be doing.
âYour friends are probably wondering where you went,â you said, trying to hint that he should probably go already but he just smiled down at you with his bunny teeth on display.
âI told them I was gonna be with my favorite person in the world,â Jungkook said and you rolled your eyes with a huff in annoyance.
âDonât you get tired of always joking around?â You asked suddenly, making his brows furrowed in confusion.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, you always joke like that at work but you donât have to act like this if we see each other in public. Weâre not friends, I wouldnât be mad if we didnât acknowledge each other,â you gave him a shrug of his shoulders looking up at him.
He slowly blinked in thought, like he still didnât understand what you meant and that made you smile. You brought a hand up to his shoulder, fixing his silver necklace as you said, âIâll see you at work?â
âHuh?â Jungkook asked as he brought a hand up to touch yours but you moved it away. You waved, beginning to walk away, âBye, Jungkook.â
âBye?â
MONDAY
Taehyung stared at Jungkook unimpressed. He was finally at work again and he was filling in his dear friend on the events of the weekend. Heâs just told Taehyung about how he saw you looking at him and he went to hang out with you only for you to just tell him bye. Once again, you didnât even try.
âI donât know what you want me to say,â Taehyung said as he reclined back on his spinning chair, âY/n doesnât like players.â
âBut I wasnât even doing anyââ
âWhat were those girls trying to talk to you about?â Taehyung asked with a raised brow as Jungkook tried to think for a second.
Well, the girls came up to him just after he had gotten drinks for him, Jin and Yoongi and they just started randomly talking to him. They asked if he worked out a lot and it was definitely flirty but what did Jungkook do back? Okay.. he did flirt back but not because he was feeling one of the girls. Thatâs just how he is, he was just flirting to flirt and nothing more. How was he supposed to know you were watching?
Is this why you thought he was a player?
Oh my god, did you think he was a slut?
âAlright, so what should I do for Y/n to take me seriously?â Jungkook watched Taehyung stand up as he began to turn off his sound system and clean up his work area. Taehyung sighed in thought as he grabbed his backpack out of the closet and packed up his belongings, âDo you actually like Y/n? Because if youâre doing this because youâre bored itâs just going to ruin it for everyone at work.â
Jungkook looked taken back by the question and he had to think about this for a second. What exactly did Taehyung mean?
Yeah, he likes you. Well at first he just thought you were really hot and he still does but thatâs not it. He likes that he canât read you. At first he thought you were this cute chick he was going to work with who seemed to dress brightly sometimes and smiled sweetly when you wanted to. He thought you would have a cute personality.
Then he saw that tattoo tucked behind your ear. It was a straight line of hearts in red ink and it was cute but he did see you a bit differently after that. Especially when you came in wearing a dress one day and he found another tattoo on your back between your shoulder blades that heâs sure went all the way down your spine. He couldnât tell what that one was but that made him more curious about you. The night of the party he found a new one. Tucked underneath the small strap of your top was a tattoo on your collarbone. It seems like maybe a quote or song lyric but it looked so good on you and he just got more and more curious.
Do you have more tattoos? What about more piercings? Your ears seem to have a good handful of piercing too and your nose is pierced too but was that all? Maybe he couldnât see where else you might have a piercing and jeez that just drives him absolutely insane.
Your music taste makes him curious too. He realized youâre very territorial over your Lana Del Rey vinyls and some other artists too but he wants to know your favorite songs and how many concerts youâve gone to. He wants to know if you like any of the same artists and if so should he make you a mixtape of all his favorite songs?
âI like Y/n,â Jungkook finally admitted and this time around he looked serious about it. Even Taehyung seemed to pause and stare at his friend waiting for him to crack a smile but he didn't and with a deep breath he decided to offer up an idea.
âMaybe you can show Y/n youâre serious, only be about her,â Taehyung said swinging his bag on and heading toward the door, âThat means stop flirting with other girls, You probably proved to Y/n that youâre a flirt the other night so youâll need to stop that if you want her to take you seriously. Iâm not saying itâll help but it might.â
Jungkook nodded his head in acknowledgment and Taehyung had absolutely no doubt in his mind that his friend was taking mental notes. He left his lofted sound booth and Jungkook followed him down the staircase to the main floor. The way the store was set up, it looked like a modernized warehouse.
Up on the loft was where Namjoonâs office was and where Taehyung broadcasted music in store and on the local radio. The loft overlooked the main floor where you and the others usually worked.
Jungkook was in charge of comics and manga, you were in charge of vinyls, Sungha was in charge of movies, Hoseokâs area was CDs and cassettes. You all had a specific station that made the store run smoothly and switch on and off of who did register, tonight it was your turn and you had to close with Jungkook all by yourself.
âAlright, Iâm off,â Taehyung said as he got behind the counter and clocked out, âIâll be back Sunday and Namjoon is back on Monday, Sungha and Hobi will do morning shifts but you two have to close so please, and Iâm literally begging, Y/n donât kill Jungkook. At least not till weâre back, I donât think I can train another person after Jungkook.â
Jungkook rolled his eyes though he blushed at the reminder of when his friend trained him. He accidentally logged a bunch of things wrong during their weekly inventory and it took days to fix. You actually smiled, also remembering it, it annoyed the hell out of you back then but you realized it wasnât entirely his fault that he didnïżœïżœïżœt know how to do it. It was just funny for Taehyung to bring it up again. Jungkook watched you smile and it made him smile too as he leaned against the counter just the way you did.
âBye guys,â Taehyung waved goodbye as he prepared himself for a week-long trip in Daegu visiting his family and friends back home. Namjoon went on some business owner retreat where they attended boring seminars and connected with other businesses to trade and learn how to better their business not just for themselves but for the neighborhood.
âBye,â Jungkook waved cheerily as he moved to the side to let you check some customers out.
Around this time of night there werenât that many people coming in but there were a few. The store was open early in the morning and closed late at night every day. Namjoonâs reasoning for this? Thereâs a couple coffee shops around here and usually people like to come in and browse their music to pass time, youâll especially see couples and teens in here. At night thereâs bars and restaurants a few streets down and usually people come in looking to rent movies so theyâre open till 11:00pm every night. Jungkook had about three more hours with you.
âSo, howâd you wake up yesterday? Were you hungover at all?â Jungkook asked as the customers left and there was a small gap in time where you were the only two people in the store. You had already walked away from the counter, most likely to recover the floor such as fix displays or put things back where they go instead of just shoved wherever a customer decided to leave it. Jungkook began to copy you.
âNo,â you said, turning your back to him as you moved a few CDs back where Hoseok usually has them and ignoring how Jungkook was trailing a few feet behind you acting like he was doing the same.
Jungkook nodded, not giving up even if it was clear you didnât want to talk to him. You were already leaving the CDs to go check on your vinyls and he was going down the next aisle to act like he wasnât just following you, âSame, I never really get hungover. I can actually hold my liquor pretty well.â
You raised your brows acting interested and just as you were about to round the corner you came face to face a black vinyl with a white sound wave on it. Arctic Monkeysâ AM album. Jungkook was hiding behind it and he peaked around the large square and smiled cheekily, âCan we listen to this?â
You wanted to say no but you didnât really have a reason to. You just nodded your head and left to Taehyungâs sound booth again with Jungkook hot on your trail. You pointed a finger down, âStay here in case customers come.â
âBuââ his words caught in his throat when you glared at him and he just nodded looking defeated as he watched you head upstairs without him acting like a clingy puppy who canât leave you alone.
You got on the monitor and tried to search for the album so that you wouldnât damage any of the actual vinyls. You scrolled through the songs and hit shuffle, queuing up a song that didnât explain what you wanted to tell Jungkook but itâll at least ring a bell in his noggin.
Jungkook smiled as you finally came back down to him and he paid close attention, unintentionally singing the exact line you wanted him to hear.
âI wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby, snap out of it,â Jungkook sang happily and you smiled in clear amusement as he sang to his heartâs content, completely missing the fact that youâre telling him to snap out of this little crush he seems to have on you.
Heâs not your type and youâre sure youâre not his. Heâs just bored.
Your smile seemed to drop just as his began to widen as the next song shuffled in began to play. The lyrics were sort of ridiculous but at the same time stupidly romantic and Jungkook immediately went into a dramatically serious mode as he sang.
âSecrets I have held in my heart,â he sang softly and you were surprised to hear what a pretty voice he had as you went back to sit behind the counter just watching him sing, âAre harder to hide than I thought.â
Jungkook wasnât even paying that much attention as he subconsciously followed you, standing in front of the counter and playing with some of the small knick knacks for sale like miniature record player figurines and cardboard cassette models, âMaybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna beâŠâ
His words cut off when he found you looking at him and suddenly he couldnât breathe. His face flushed red in embarrassment when he realized you were still looking at him and like usual, you didnât shy away by pulling your gaze from his. The night of the club was the first time you ever looked away first and he didnât like that, heâs more used to staring into your eyes.
âI didnât know you could sing,â you said casually like it was no big deal and at the sound of the first compliment youâve ever given him, he accidentally knocked down the pyramid of cassette models making you both scramble to catch them all but they fell anyway. You released a deep breath with a roll of your eyes at the mess he made and Jungkook managed to hit his head on the counter when he tried picking it up, debating if he should just flatten himself against the floor and wait for it to just sink him in until he was nothing but hardwood panelsâmaybe then heâll quick being a mess.
âJust a little, I justâŠâ Jungkook shrugged, unsure of how to finish what he was saying, still embarrassed, especially when he looked up and found you smiling a little wider.
Even in his clearly hot mess of a state, he smiles too knowing that heâs made you smile an actual smile.
As if realizing you were being soft on Jungkook, you immediately straightened out your expression out of fear that he would think heâs growing on you.
He is growing on you but thatâs not the point.
You donât want to give him a sliver of hope that something will spark between you two. Heâs not your type and youâre not interested in entertaining any guy at the moment. Especially not one like Jungkook who grabs everyoneâs attention and can have whoever he wants.
You saw it the other night. Girls throw themselves at him so heâll surely grow bored of pursuing someone who wants nothing to do with him.
Itâs only natural.
TUESDAY
Considering the store opened 10am and closed at 11pm, it meant that there were a lot of work hours during the week to get through. Sungha and Hobi usually clocked in around 9am to get the store ready for open and by about 4pm their shift was up and you and Jungkook would clock in. Usually your schedules were a little more unorganized but since both Namjoon and Taehyung would be gone it meant that the four of you had to cover the rest and since you had morning summer classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you had to work night time. Jungkook said he would cover the evening shift too just to be with you.
During the day heâll just lounge around waiting to come to work and go to the gym and do some workouts or boxing. By the time he came into work he was clean and dressed to impress you but today he didnât seem to have much luck for it.
He was running late and didnât have time for a proper shower at home and ended up having to wash up at the gym. He got stuck wearing a black compression shirt that he had extra in his bag and a pair of gray sweats.
âWhy do you kinda look like Toji from Jujutsu Kaisen?â Sungha asked as he walked in ready to clock in. He looked down at himself and how ridiculously he looked, âI was running late.â
âYeah well you look like a slut,â Hoseok joked walking up to him and suddenly smacked Jungkookâs chest, hitting his pecs which were clearly visible through the compression shirt along with his abs. Jungkook immediately brought a hand up to his chest with a groan as the rest of you laughed, âPut your man boobs away.â
âFuck off, I didnât have time to run home for clothes, all of you can scatter,â Jungkook said rolling his eyes before looking at you, âExcept you, Y/n.â
You scoffed with a smile, âThanks, now stop harassing Jungkook, his body, his choice and if he wants to look like a slutty gym rat he can!â
Jungkook smiled giddily now, âYeah! What Y/n said, if I wanna look like a slutty gym rat then I can. Hobi youâre mad I have more muscles than you and Sungha youâre mad I have bigger boobs than you.â
Sungha came tunneling toward Jungkook, âSay that again, brat! Iâm your noona, show me some respect.â
âOnly person I respect is Y/n,â Jungkook said as she clenched his shirt in her fists, âSo stop groping me. Arenât you two off already?â
âLetâs go Sungha,â Hoseok said with a shake of his head. You waved them goodbye and Jungkook finally got behind you to clock in. You moved to the side to give him space but he only moved closer with a childish smile, âHi, Y/n.â
âHello Jungkook,â you said as you left the counter. It was Jungkookâs turn on the register and you were very thankful for that. It was shipment day which meant you had to check in all the boxes delivered first then check in every item in the boxes and get them put away. Considering Jungkook messed it up last time you wanted to do it.
You left to the backroom to begin to bring boxes out and Jungkook followed you, carrying more than one to the counter. Hoseok and Sungha managed to get some done but didnât get to finish so it was your turn.
You checked in a box of comics and began taking everything out with Jungkookâs help. A small laugh left your lips, âLook, new manga and one is Jujutsu Kaisen. Letâs see if you really do look like Toji.â
Jungkook rolled his eyes but couldnât find it in himself to be bothered by you keeping on the running joke, his hand went to his chest still sensitive from Hobiâs slap. Heâll have to get back at him soon.
A group of customers came swarming in and the two of you had to focus on work.
By the time night rolled around and the store was ready to close, you were on your phone a lot. Jungkook tried talking to you but you would barely bat an eye in his direction and it made him a bit sad. A bunch of girls would come in giggling trying to compliment them and for the first time ever, Jungkook didnât entertain it. He simply helped them with whatever they needed and went back to the register.
At closing time you closed up the register while he recovered the floor and the two of you were able to leave at a timely manner. Jungkook twisted his key around in his hand as he watched you lock the front door, âWhere are you headed? Iâll give you a lift.â
âIâll get the bus,â you said, standing straight and staring down the street. You were always hot and cold with him. One second you would be smiling and joking and the next you would barely acknowledge that he was even there. Yesterday you talked to him but today you didnât pay any attention to him aside from when the other two were here. Jungkook practically ran after you, âThen Iâll walk with you, itâs late anyway.â
âItâs fine, I always leave by myself,â you said with a roll of your eyes. Here he is not leaving you alone again. Jungkook shook his head no, defying, âI want to walk with you though.â
âI donât need you to though.â
âBut,â Jungkook huffed, âBut you barely paid any attention to me anââ
âAre you always this clingy?â You whipped around to ask, once again so close that Jungkook had to take a step back to keep from bumping into you.
âYes,â Jungkook said casually, âWell no but I want to make sure you get back safely. Plus it looks like it might rain anââ
âFine! Hurry up and take me home then,â you sighed, giving up. You forgot that the forecast said 80% chance of rain and knowing your luck youâll be stuck in it before the bus even gets here.
Jungkook nodded enthusiastically, âAlright, come on. Iâll even give you aux.â
He drove a shiny black Mercedes and he was strangely kind enough to open your door for you, making you sigh as you got in his car. You keep telling yourself heâs just being nice or that heâs just trying to get some but every day he shows you a different side of him that youâre not used to.
Yesterday it was that he can sing.
And today it was his music taste, he was surprisingly a pop music guy who liked Charlie Puth.
âI just didnât expect you to like that kind of music. I expected you to be more into hard rock or something,â You told him. You were already close to your apartment and you acted like you didnât notice the way he slowed his driving down to stall your departure.
âFor the gym, I do, usually Deftones, maybe a little bit of Pierce the Veil but usually I like more upbeat sounds,â Jungkook told you. He was surprisingly a lot calmer when it was just you two and he wasnât chasing you around the store. His voice was more relaxed and he didnât seem to be in a rush to get close to you.
You looked ahead as he slowed down a little more, âRight here is fine.â
âOkay,â Jungkook said softly, looking down at his lap in thought. How could he get you to stay a little longer?
âIâve been meaning to ask,â Jungkook cleared his throat and for a second you debated listening or not. What if he said something ridiculous like he tends to? It would ruin a good night.
âYeah?â
âHow many tattoos do you have? Iâve seen three but something tells me thatâs not it,â Jungkook said curiously, âAnd can I see them?â
âNot all of them,â you told him, âBut I have six, just small ones here and there. Not as many as you though.â
He smiled, âYeah, I still want more.â
âWhich ones are your favorite?â You found yourself asking, not leaving yet. Jungkook him in thought as he looked over the ones you could see.
âNot sure, I love them all,â he said before looking back at you, âWhich one of mine do you like the most?â
Your brows furrowed in concentration but it was so dark you could barely see. Jungkook pushed on the overhead light and for some reason it made the small confines of his car feel more intimate than when they were off.
âThis one,â you pressed your index finger to the flower on his arm, âWhat is it?â
âMy birth flower, I just got it colored,â Jungkook said proudly, âAnd I drew it myself so I feel really special to know itâs your favorite.â
He looked over at you with a smile and sparkly eyes that had you realizing just how close the two of you had gotten. You were both leaning into each other to look at his tattoos and suddenly this didnât feel so casual.
You cleared your throat awkwardly, moving back to u buckle your seatbelt, âAlright well I guess itâs time I get out. See you tomorrow.â
âI can pick you up!â Jungkook said as you opened the door, âBefore work I mean, we go in at the same time anyway andââ
âIâm good, but thanks for the offer,â you said getting out and just before you closed the door, you bid him Goodnight.
He sat in his car waiting for you to make it into your building softly and when you got to the door you turned and waved back at him one more time. He couldnât help but immediately get on his phone.
jungkook: my fav tattoo of urs is the one on ur back
WEDNESDAY
You must be out of your mind for being here right now. After begging you all day to come out for just one drink, you got tired of telling him no and found yourself sitting at a bar with Jungkook to your left.
âSo youâre taking summer classes so you can graduate a little earlier?â Jungkook asked, playing with the wrapper of his straw. You really donât know how you got here but now youâre being interrogated by Jungkook with 21 questions as he tried to get to know you better.
âThatâs the plan but I think Iâm still a little behind, what about you? Did you go to school?â You asked him casually.
Jungkook was a few years older than you. He was 25 and you were still 21 so if he went to school he was probably done by now if he got a bachelorâs or even an associateâs degree. Jungkook was quiet for a moment before he said, âI did but I dropped out. I didnât know what I wanted to do and I didnât have money to keep going even with financial help.â
You nodded understandingly. The only reason why you were still in school was because you got a little bit of help but you would still be going in debt because of it. You didnât know what to do either so you chose to major in business because it was a broad enough course of study that you still had a few options. He looked over at you almost embarrassed but you just gave him a reassuring smile, âSchoolâs not for everyone.â
âI wish a lot more people understood that,â Jungkook said, âIt still stresses me out knowing majority of my friends graduated. I know Jimin and Hobi still work here and theyâre older but at the same time theyâre pursuing their interests differently. Hoseok teaches dance classes on the side and Jimin does vocal coaching but Iâm just⊠yâknow Iâm still trying to figure things out. In the future I would like to own my own fitness center but Iâll probably have to go back to school for that or at least find other ways to be certified.â
âIâm sure Joon would help you figure out how to run a business,â you offered and it did reassure him that you seemed to understand him better. Jungkook has never really talked about this sort of stuff with a girl. Usually itâs all superficial and heâs not sure how this conversation came about but heâs surprisingly really thankful for it. Youâre younger than him by four years but you just seem so much more with the way you think.
You donât have your life figured out either but you seem to have an understanding that not everyone works the same and you donât make him feel smaller for not having a college degree.
He really is more into you than he first thought. Heâll never deny the fact that the main reason he was after you was because he found you attractive but now thatâs itâs just you two this week youâve had no choice but to talk to him and heâs been really able to get to know you better.
âY/n, I was thinkingââ
âJungkook?â
His body froze as his words caught and he debated for a second not turning around. The lounge bar was small and quiet so he wanted to come here to talk to you better, he didnât expect to run into anyone he knew. Especially not Sua who stood behind him with a tight smile and raised brows. He looked to you but you looked to her and he had to turn to see her, âSua.â
âNice to see you out and about,â Sua said but he could hear the strain in her voice, âAfter two weeks of not talking I thought maybe something happened but you seem to be doing just fine.â
You looked away, figuring this has nothing to do with you and instead went on your phone as you listened in on how Jungkook would get himself out of this situation.
Just when he started growing on you, youâre reminded that heâs just a man and heâs still a player, probably trying to get in your pants before he moves on to the next. Why has he been trying so hard for three weeks if he was still going to have girls on the side? You donât think this is a former girlfriend but sheâs definitely someone he used to mess around with. He doesnât seem like the relationship type anyway.
âUh, yeah,â Jungkook said looking back to you but you werenât paying attention anymore. This was awkward enough for him but if you started ignoring him again, he doesnât think heâll be able to handle it.
Sua has never been more than a fling. They didnât go on dates or call each other 24/7, they only ever talked when they were looking to get drunk and possibly hook up. Even then itâs been about two weeks since heâs spoken or texted a single word to her so for her to just pop out of nowhere and remind him that heâs⊠well, a player [?] while youâre sitting next to him and heâs trying to get you to like him, it just doesnât sit well with him.
Sua looked to you expectantly like you would introduce yourself to her but youâve got no intention to do that. You donât know her and you donât owe her anything. Sheâs a complete stranger and sheâs Jungkookâs problem not yours. You just looked back at her while she waited for you to crack but you werenât at all intimidated and when she realized that she just rolled her eyes.
âAlright, well call me when youâve had your fun,â Sua said, stomping away before Jungkook could say another word.
It went quiet between you two and the once light atmosphere became thick and heavy. He looked down, mentally cursing at himself for not being up front right now. He shouldâve just told Sua it was done but he thought it was obvious when he stopped responding to her hundred texts. Also, he wasnât sure how you would feel about him suddenly doing that.
With a deep breath he looked up at you apologetically, âIâm sorry, Y/n, I didnât knââ
âItâs late,â you said, checking the time. Half past 1:00am and you were ready to end it, âLetâs call it a night. I can get an Uber so you donât have to waste your time driving me home.â
âNo, Y/n, I want to take you home,â Jungkook said when in reality he wanted to stay and talk more. He might be a bit slow sometimes but right now he knows that whatever opening you were beginning to make for him immediately shut when Sua came.
In the end you let him drive you home since it was so late but you didnât talk to him much. He tried making small conversation but you were back to barely acknowledging him and it was really getting to him. Is he back to square one?
âY/n,â Jungkookâs voice was deeper than usual and lacked any of that weightless aura around it. Usually he was joking or energetic but right now not so much. He was in front of your building again and was watching you begin to unbuckle your seatbelt sadly, âWhat should I do?â
Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as you say in his car, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat should I do to get you to notice me?â
You didnât say anything for a moment, the two of you just staring at each other. What did he mean?
Jungkook leaned back against his seat as he waited for you to say something but you just stayed quiet. His eyes went from yours down to your nose ring, then your parted lips. Itâs getting harder and harder for him not to look at them, they just looked so inviting even if you didnât. He just wanted to kiss you so bad, maybe itâll tell him if this is worth it all.
Heâs always been the one to go based on physical touch. When he usually kisses someone, heâs not looking for that electric current to run through his veins but heâs looking for something that might make him want to do it again. Right now, any time he even thought about you it was unlike anything heâs felt in a long time. What if when you two kissed, he really does feel the butterflies in his stomach?
Heâs not sure when this seemed to happen but he found himself just a few inches away from you. You looked down at his lips too and he wondered if you were also itching for a kiss. Deciding he wanted to test it out, he leaned the rest of the way and just before your lips touchedâŠ
âDoesnât seem like you need me to notice you,â you said before your lips could touch and he didnât realize his eyes had fallen shut until you said, âYou have a lot of people who already do and I donât like the idea of fighting for someoneâs.â
âY/n, thatâs not what I meanââ
You slammed his car door shut and left like the two of you didnât almost kiss.
THURSDAY
âYouâre so mean.â
Your jaw dropped as you stared at the two in front of you, âHow?â
âWell, it sounds like this guy has really been trying and you make him think he has a chance only to shut him down each time,â Jimin said, spinning in his desk chair as the three of you talked in his bedroom.
âThatâs not true,â you argued back as you laid in his bed ranting about the past week with Jungkook.
You have to admit, he confuses you.
Heâs just so⊠persistent but at the same time you canât find it in yourself to consider him genuine. One second you think he is and the next youâre reminded that heâs very well sought after. That girl from last night was proof of it and if they talked just two weeks ago and Jungkook just stopped talking to her⊠then what happened?
He started working with you all three weeks ago and since the beginning heâs been on your ass, following you around like a puppy and annoying the shit out of you. Sure, she said it had been two weeks since he last spoke to her but that didnât mean it was because of you. For all you knew, he had other girls satiating his needs and he just wasted his time on you at work.
You were filling in your closest friends on the past week but Jimin never seems to understand where youâre coming from. Youâve known him the longest and he knows all of your past dating experience better than anyone. You used to be the type to fall in love easily only to get your heart broken each time. After a while it got exhausting and you just stopped trying, now youâre closed off and you know itâs a problem but you canât help it. What if you fall for another loser who just wants to play with your heart and then break it when they get bored?
You sighed, âSungha, is that true?â
She sunk further into the beanbag she was occupying, like she wanted to hide from the question but when Jimin looked at her too, she spoke, âI mean⊠Jungkook really does seem like heâs trying. We all know heâs hot and has probably gotten around but he really is putting in the effort. Now I canât say this is how he is when heâs interested in someone because I donât know but⊠he seems to really mean it. Even before this week, heâs always been following you around and if he didnât see you he would only ever stick to himself in the comics. When youâre there heâs smiling more, I donât know. I donât know how genuine he is but donât act like you canât see his effort, Y/n, itâs not fair to him.â
You scoffed as you pressed a pillow into your face, âItâs only been a weekââ
âAnd heâs already shown more effort to get to know you in four days than any guy has in the entire relationship,â Jimin said coldly, âDoesnât that mean anything to you? I donât even know this guy aside from what you and Sungha have told me and even I could see that. When we went out drinking last week, I saw you two. He was right there beside you and you just shooed him away.â
âWe work together, itâs awkward if I give in,â you said and even you knew it sounded like an excuse.
You were being honest though. What if you did let something happen between you? What if you opened up to him and he took you home one night, you hook up, and the next time at work he just ignores you?
âStop making excuses and just try it,â Sungha said, âEither that or just stop making him think he has a chance by being hot one second and then cold the other.â
Jungkook sat across from his friends at a small rounded table for a late lunch. He hasnât talked much today which was already strange considering usually he talks their ear off like itâs nobodyâs business. Yoongi and Jin shared a concerned look but Jungkook didnât even notice. He was too busy playing with his food and that was another concern of theirs.
âEverything alright? You havenât even touched your food, thatâs not normal,â Jin said, reaching out a reassuring hand to Jungkook who just rolled his eyes.
âI donât know,â he said honestly, âI know things canât just change in a week, itâs not enough time, but Iâm running out of ideas. Iâm trying and trying and every time I think Y/n will open up to me, something happens to change that. I donât think Iâll ever get her to give me a chance.â
âBut things are changing, Kook,â Yoongi said, âYou said it yourself, Y/n let you take her home and youâve been talking a lot more during work.â
âThatâs because nobody else is around, not because she wants to, sheâs just stuck with me for seven hours every day,â Jungkook said as he pushed his plate aside to rest his head on the table feeling absolutely defeated. Neither Yoongi nor Jin have ever met you but the amount of times Jungkook had ranted about you these past couple weeks really felt like they knew you.
You werenât the quiet type but you werenât the loud type either. You were somewhere in the middle and depending on the person or occasion, youâll only show one side of yourself to them.
You like music a lot and though Jungkookâs section is comics and manga, you seem to have a small interest in those too. He always sees you browsing the books and the other day he found you reading a vintage Ironman comic.
You like to joke around a lot even if you donât do it with Jungkook.
You seem to walk a fine line between organized and messy. Your vinyls are always clean but according to you, you always lag when it comes to cleaning your apartment.
Youâre in school for business but youâre not sure what exactly you want to do with that.
You donât care that he never finished school and you seemed to reassure him over it.
The point is, Jungkook talks about you all the time and every single time they think more and more of how similar you two are. He says you dress cute sometimes but youâll act so cold. Other times youâll dress in more dark colors but be the most bubbliest person that day. Just like Jungkook.
âDonât give up, Koo,â Jin said finally, âYou just need to show her that youâre serious. You need to tell Sua youâre done, donât just ghost her and expect her to get the hint. Y/n probably still thinks youâre messing around with others. It hasnât even been a full week yet so at least stick it out until Sunday. If by Sunday she still isnât giving you a chance then maybe you should think about backing down.â
That night he tried to continue and be as bubbly with you as usual even if you barely gave him a response. He didnât want to seem affected by the way that last night went when you completely blew off his kiss. It was his fault for the bad timing anyway and when he got home from work he called Sua.
He told her that heâs done and that heâs sorry for not saying it sooner but he really wants to pursue a real relationship with you. It upset her because he never wanted the same with her and it made him feel bad but he wasnât going to back down from his word. He wanted you, nobody else, and he let every girl in his DMs and messages who he hasnât answered in days know that too.
And by the time you closed, he slid a CD into your bag with some of his favorite songs hoping youâll understand him better.
FRIDAY
You havenât given in to him yet but that wasnât the point anymore. The point for Jungkook was to show you how serious he was about you, so after work when he dropped you off in the cold rain in front of your house, he waited for you to head in like usual.
Usually, he drove home after making sure you got in safely but tonight he couldnât seem to do that. He sat in his car trying to look at your door through the pouring rain and he just wanted to see you again. He just had seven hours with you but the store was so busy that he didnât even have time to talk to you. You locked yourself up in Taehyungâs broadcasting room and only came out when the store was too packed for Jungkook to manage on his own.
He debated texting you and asking you to come down and see if you can talk but the debate didnât last long before he was throwing the idea out of the window. Before he knew it he was turning his car off and running in the rain to your door, searching your last name on the list of tenants and buzzing the number to find you. It was for number seven and he was beginning to think that had a meaning.
Seven days of just you and him at work.
Seven hours working together.
And now your buzzer was number seven too.
It was becoming his favorite number.
âHello?â
âY/n, itâs me Jungkook,â he checked the time on his phone, heart skipping a beat, 11:57pm, âI know itâs late and youâll probably say no but can we talk?â
You were genuinely taken back to know he was down there. He couldâve called you on his phone from his car but instead he was using the buzzer to ring your apartment door, to talk to you. You can even hear the rain in the background and you were saying, âUm okay, Iâll let you in, Iâm on the third floor, number 77.â
Seven seven.
The second the door made a clicking sound as it unlocked he was swinging it up and running inside. Just as he reached the staircase, he slipped on the bottom steps, tightly holding the railing as he looked at the track of water he left. Once he caught his balance he was running up the stairs again, only slipping a couple more times before he got to your door.
âJesus Christ, youâre soaked,â you said once you opened the door and let him in. You looked at him from head to toe, âWait right here, Iâll get you a towel, take your shoes off.â
Jungkook nodded but he couldnât help but fidget excitedly as he looked around. Your apartment was an extension of you through and through.
Vinyls in the corner by a record player and books.
Plants by the window, some dying and some thriving.
It was organized minus a few things that seemed out of place and it all just looked so homey.
When you came back he was too focused on the pictures hanging on the wall to notice you until you thrusted a pile of clothes in his waiting arms. You pointed down the hall, âBathroom to your left, hereâs some dry clothes, when youâre done bring your wet clothes out and Iâll toss them into the dryer.â
Jungkook nodded his head and followed orders. Your bathroom smelled like lavender and he eyed all your perfumes trying to pinpoint which scent you used the most. You always smelled so good and he can see why. He quickly got changed into an oversized t-shirt with Lana Del Reyâs face on it and a pair of sweats. The shirt seemed to be yours but heâs not sure about the pants. It didnât matter to him, they smelled like you and like a creep he was taking in a whiff of your laundry detergent immediately remembering the scent. There was always a faint smell of it on you and it was refreshing and warm.
âAre you smelling my shirt?â You asked standing outside the bathroom. He got caught.
âUh, yeah?â Jungkook scratched the back of his head, wet curls dropping water onto the shoulders of his shirt, âSorry, thatâs weird.â
You just rolled your eyes and asked him to follow you to where the washer and dryer were hidden behind a closet door. He set his clothes in the dryer and you started it up before walking to the kitchen.
âWhat were you thinking? You know itâs typhoon season and if you wanted to talk so bad why didnât you just call in your car, or better yet talk at work?â You asked, pouring hot water into a mug and grabbing a tea bag, âSugar?â
Even as you scolded him, you worried and he felt his cheeks heat up. You sighed, âWhat did you need to talk about that you felt the need to stand out in the cold rain and wait for me to answer? What if I was showering or already in bed?â
âI guess I wouldâve waited,â Jungkook mumbled a thanks when you handed him the cup of tea and he took a seat on your couch. You just sighed and sat next to him, âWhat did you want to talk about?â
He refused to look at you and when you asked again, he answered, âNothing in particular, I just wanted to talk.â
You looked away, âWe talked at work.â
âNot enough!â Jungkook finally said looking back at you with doe eyes, âWe were so busy and you didnât really talk to me so I just⊠I donât know.â
âJungkook, itâs late,â you said calmly, âWhat did you really want to talk about?â
âWhy is it so hard for you to believe I just genuinely want to talk to you? It doesnât have to be about anything specific, I just wanted to see you. I know itâs late and not even I know why I got out and called for you but I couldnât stop myself,â Jungkook said honestly, âYou probably think I canât get the hint and youâre right.â
You actually laughed at the last part he said and he went on, âI know youâre not into me but I canât stop myself from wanting to see you and talk to you every chance I have.â
You slumped back on the couch as Jungkook hissed at the way the tea burned his tongue and you immediately jumped up, âItâs hot, you himbo.â
The name just slipped out and you went to apologize but Jungkook just looked at you with starry eyes, âYouâve never called me by a nickname other than the other day when you called me a slutty gym rat. Please keep them coming.â
You looked at him in disbelief as he looked the complete opposite of offended that it made you laugh and with a defeated sigh you asked, âWhat do you want to talk about?â
âDid you listen to the mixtape yet?â Jungkook asked, âDid you even see it?â
You thought about it for a moment and went to look for your bag. You pulled out the CD with the words, âTHESE REMINDED ME OF YOUâ scribbled in red sharpie on the front. Youâve never been given a mixtape witn songs dedicated to you and when you first saw it you didnât know what to make of it so you ended up just shoving it back in your back.
âI havenât had a chance to listen.â
SATURDAY
Like yesterday, Saturday was just as busy. You barely got to talk but that didnât mean you wouldnât steal glances at each other and every time he caught you already looking at him, he would smile and wave even if you were on the loft and he was on the floor.
You still havenât hinted at possibly wanting to go out with him but he also hasnât asked. Heâs waiting till at least Monday to do so. Heâs giving it the week before he pushes for it again. He thinks itâs starting to work, youâre beginning to open up to him. Last night you showed him your collarbone more clearly and you asked him more about his tattoos too. You talked about music and movies and by the time you ran out of things to talk about it was past 3:00am and he left.
Even if he couldnât stand around and talk to you, he would still try to make you laugh. When you would be fixing CDs, he would be in the next aisle hiding behind them until you pulled them out and found him there.
If you were at the register he was right there next to you bumping his shoulder against yours.
At close he texted you right after dropping you off home. It was the most dumbest things too but he was just giddy talking to you.
jungkook: would u rather be rich and depressed or poor and happy
you: rich and depressed obviously
jungkook: same. would u rather get eaten by a shark or by a cheetah
you: donât want to get eaten by either :/
you: by a shark. I would probs drown before Iâm fully eaten
you: also less chance of survival against a shark in water
jungkook: so u could outrun a cheetah?
you: no, Iâve got lung problems. Iâm not surging in other way
jungkook: I could probably outrun a cheetah
you: alright, pack it up turbo. no u canât.
jungkook: yeah⊠i cantâŠ
you: Itâs late ykno
jungkook: yeahhhhh but one more question
you: what
jungkook: have u changed ur mind about me yet?
He immediately regretted asking and not even a minute later he texted back.
jungkook: u dont have to answer that
SUNDAY
You were beginning to think you were as bad as Jungkook. Not meaning Jungkook was a bad person but because you were realizing that you might be leading him on the way he leads other girls on. This past week youâve really gotten a chance to see how sweet he is and you did like it.
You liked that though he looked big and scary he was actually genuine and kind. He had a good personality and he never seemed to poke fun at anyone. He was clumsy and a bit slow at times but it was cute. He still annoyed you on occasion but it wasnât as insufferable as before. It was endearing and last night when he asked if you changed your mind about him yet, you were so close to saying yes. You had changed your mind about him but you were still scared to admit that.
What if Jungkook was one of those people who preferred the chase over the conquest? What if once he realized you kind of liked him too⊠he would lose all interest. People are like that, you used to be like that and look where that got you.
You lost any motivation to get to know someone after all your failed relationships and in the end you only went after guys who didnât want you because you knew they wouldnât ask for anything serious. By the time you found out that they liked you, you would cringe and stop talking to them.
What if Jungkook is like that too?
You finally listened to his mixtape and it was very clear he thought long and hard about which songs he would burn onto the CD and thatâs what had you antsy. Was he really serious?
You didnât mean to avoid him today but it just happened and Jungkook noticed it the second he clocked in and you refused to look at him. Throughout the shift he would try and talk to you and something would suddenly come up or you would be in the back room pretending to be busy all so he wouldnât talk to you. You confused the yell out of him and after three weeks of it and one week of getting to know you, he was fine.
He was done with your avoidance and by closing time he made it very known.
âSo whatâs up with you ignoring me today?â Jungkook asked as he finished counting the money in the register for close.
You didnât respond right away as you fixed a stack of cassettes before finally saying, âWhat are you talking about?â
Jungkook couldnât help but scoff as he took the cash register out so he could put it back in the safe, âYou know what Iâm talking about. You didnât talk talk to me at all today.â
âWe were working.â
âSo? Suddenly that means you canât even say hi to me when you clock in?â Jungkook asked and you wanted to answer but you didnât know what to say. Instead you just watched him head to the back room to put the registers in the safe and return with a more sullen expression. You went back to fixing items in the shelves in order to not look at him. You didnât know what you wanted right now, he did grow on you but thatâs the problem.
You got to know him a lot this week but itâs only been seven days. Sure, seven consecutive days where itâs just been you two majority of the time but you still donât know him all that well. You donât know what heâs looking to gain with you and you know thatâs really just you projecting your own insecurities and fears to think he just wants to use you but you canât help it. Your brain isnât wired to always think on the positive side anymore.
Jungkook kept looking over at you but he couldnât take it anymore. You donât owe him an explanation for not being attracted to him but he would like to know why you didnât like him from the get go. Itâs like you had made up your mind before even getting to know him and every single time after the first, you were more closed off from before. Of course he always noticed it but it didnât start to really drive him crazy until these last seven days. You had begun to open up to him, smile at him more, share stories yet at the same time there were still moments where you seemed like you couldnât stand him.
He was done with you ignoring him and he walked right up to you as you put a CD away in a high shelf, âY/n, talk to me, stop ignoring me.â
You turned to face him, caught off guard at how close heâs gotten making you unintentionally took a step back but he took one forward not giving you any chance to focus on anything but him. You chuckled nervously, âWhy?â
He looked very visibly upset by you but you just couldnât stop, âListen, I just donât know what you want. Donât get me wrong, I know you're interested in me or at least you act like you are but if youâre just doing this because youâre bored orââ
Your word caught in your throat as Jungkookâs hands cupped your jaw suddenly. He looked down at your lips, unsure why he moved so quickly but he couldnât help himself. How could you think heâs just doing all this because heâs bored?
Jungkook licked his lips as he stared down at yours, âIâm crazy about you, not bored.â
You didnât say anything, and when he began to lean down you couldnât move. The shelf was pressed against your back and his hands were cupping your face that when he finally kissed you, you were stuck. It was short and sweet but you couldnât kiss back, too caught off guard and it wasnât in a bad way, you just couldnât react right away when he pulled back nervously, âSorry, IâI shouldnât have done that.â
Jungkook waited for you to say something and once again he was met with silence. He was at the point of giving up and left you in between aisles to hide from the embarrassment. Maybe he pushed too far, you rejected him over and over again and he still had the nerve to kiss you. He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair, returning to the counter so he could start getting his things to leave.
He tried everything he could and he was exhausted.
âJungkook?â
You came up to him shyly and he was struggling to not look at you. He was a bit nervous to know what you had to say. What was wrong with him? Heâs always had a crazy amount of confidence and heâs never struggled this much to get a girl he likes but why can't you just think about him once? He felt ridiculous to be this hung up on someone who doesnât want him.
When you finally stood in front of him, he couldnât help but look down at you, a little scared that you would slap him or something. Before he could utter an apology, your hand was around his neck pulling him down into a real kiss.
It took him a second to understand what was going on but once he did, he completely melted into you, holding your chin in his hand to keep your head angled up to kiss better and another hand go down to your waist. You didnât back away when he deepened the kiss with his tongue against yours. Your fingers played with the end of his hairs trying to reach him better but it was hard. Jungkook knew this too so he held you by the waist, backing you up toward the lower end of the high counter until it touched your back and picked you up with ease to set you down on it.
You moved your legs apart to allow him to step between them and kissed him eagerly. Jungkook couldnât hold himself back, lips swelling as he kissed you with such fever that the room felt hot even with all the lights off minus a few dim ones. The record store was completely empty and a shelf of comics was in front of the door so it felt like a maze of art hiding you from anyoneâs view. That made it all so much more exciting to know it was just you two.
Jungkook pulled back for a second and smiled when you followed after him, not wanting to break away from the kiss much to both of your surprise. He smiled cheekily, beginning to pull down the zipper of his gray sweater, âSorry, Iâm hoâI mean, itâs hot in here.â
He threw the light gray cloth somewhere to the side and immediately pulled you flush against him for another kiss. The two of you made out like that for a while, not even thinking about the fact that you were still at work.
Your hands canât get enough of him, they run along his exposed arms and over the thin fabric of his white ribbed cotton tank top that showed off all his muscles and tattoos. You had tried so hard not to acknowledge how unbelievably attractive he was since the beginning but it was the most difficult thing youâve ever done.
Jungkookâs hands tangled in your hair, trailing down the back of your top, middle finger softly caressing the line of your spine at your neck and further down as far as your shirt would let him, kissing you deeply.
You couldnât help yourself from pulling on the back of his shirt until he got the hint and yanked it off, your eyes immediately traveling down his naked torso. His tattoos went down his side too and didnât stop until his deep v-line and his stomach was taught with muscles. The compression shirt the other day didnât do the real thing any justice and thatâs that he looked so hot that day you almost folded. Why were you holding yourself back from this again?
Jungkook was unaware of your train of thought, the only thing on his mind was how to get your top off and with your help he was able to raise the shirt off and finally get a better look at you. Just under your bra was another spot of ink in the shape of a flower and vine on your ribcage. He ran his thumb over it softly as he looked up at you, lip rings caught between his teeth and you just smiled, âBirth flower.â
Now he knows why you liked his flower so much and with a breathy smile, he kissed you again, hands caressing the line of your spine once more, imagining what the tattoo on your back was and low fat down it went. He hugged you to him making you scoot to the edge of the counter and before you knew it, he was lifting your hips with ease to pull off your pants. You squealed in surprise when your hips hovered up for a moment as he got them off, never once breaking away from your lips.
Jungkook places a hand on your chest, fingers toying just under your bra, tempted to just push it up and out of his way but he worried he might be moving too fast. You didnât hesitate in reaching behind your back to uncoil your bra and let it slide off. You never realized how deprived you were of sexual intimacy until you were here and too impatient for Jungkook to move things along. He pulls away from the kiss, running his tongue down your lower lip, trailing it along your jaw, down to your ear, and then to your neck where he sucks a bruise into the skin at the base of your ear, hands finding your breasts and feeling the weight of them.
You tugged at his jeans and Jungkook attempted to pull them down without breaking away from kissing you and to help him out, you unzipped his jeans and helped get them down his hips where he kicked them off without a care and chased after your mouth.
Now that Jungkook understood that you were just as eager as he was, he couldnât hold himself back. He pulled you to the very edge of the counter till it seemed like you could fall off, and kissed down between your boobs to your stomach, a small ball of metal pressing against his lips when he reached your belly button. Your hand made its way into his hair, moving out of the way as he looked up to you, moving lower and lower between your legs, âFound another.â
You were reminded once more of your past conversation about tattoos and body piercings. Jungkook couldnât but smirk at the way your gaze darkened when he punched the thin fabric of your underwear between his fingers and began to slide them off. Your lips parted in surprise, hand slipping out of his hair only for him to nuzzle his head close again until you brushed it out of his face. Jungkook came face to face with your wet heat, a smile on his face as he said, âDid I make you this wet? We havenât even done anything.â
It was still all strange to you. Out of all the girls, he put himself through your hot and cold attitude because he wanted you. He chose you and now here you were letting him make you feel good yet being just as obnoxious as usual.
You rolled your eyes, already feeling that tinge of annoyance you used to always have with him, âShut up.â You didnât mean it in your usual pissed off way, but more so you didnât want to prove him right. You couldâve been doing this all along.
Your words end in a moan when his tongue first teases a lick across your clit, his eyes were on your face as he watched you closely, repeating the motion again and again as your breasts rose and fell. Jungkook wraps his hands around your thighs, shifting them onto his shoulders and tightening his grip on them when you try to move away from the intensity of it. Your hand accidentally pulled on his hair making his whole head move with the motion yet his mouth never once moved away. His tongue lapped hungrily at your slit as he stimulated your labia with the sides. His nose bumped against your clit every now and then and when you yanked on his hair it made his eyes roll just slightly.
Jungkook has come to the conclusion that he could eat you out all night and he plans on doing that soon but right now his back is starting to hurt from being hunched over your pussy and he couldnât take it. He pulled away with a small line of slick connecting his lips to your heart but neither of you seemed to care when his mouth was on yours.
You could feel Jungkookâs covered bulge hit against your sensitive wet cunt and he felt hard. His dick made a pretty outline in his Calvin Kleinâs and you stuck a hand between your hot, naked bodies and tried sliding his boxers down.
A soft groan left Jungkookâs left at the first feel of your hand touching his hard cock. He still had a hand between your legs, middle finger teasing your entrance that when your palm rubbed against the tip of his member, he pressed it deeper until he felt the warmth of your pussy on the fingertip.
You released a soft moan as he pulled his middle finger out before thrusting it back in teasingly, he looked sleepy but you knew it was all lust in his gaze. You were no longer kissing and his eyes were on yours, his lips were parted with shaky breath when you fisted his length and began to stroke him up and down. His one finger became too when your thumb rubbed across his leaking slit before spreading the precum all of his head and gliding your hands back down to his base, repeating the motion over and over again.
Jungkook hissed in pleasure when you massaged his bells before jerking him off a bit more roughly than before, his two fingers sped up their thrusts while letting his palm rub against your clit, âWe couldâve been doing this so much sooner.â
You didnât say anything as you let his hips buck into your closed fist fucking his cock into your hand, making your legs shake with how good his fingers felt, âIâm close.â
âMm,â Jungkook hummed pressing his forehead against yours, âI need to feel you, baby, please can I fuck you yet?â
You looked away from his eyes first and without a word guided his raw dick to your entrance and moaned when he pushed in slowly. Youâre both very aware that you werenât using a condom but in your haste to have him inside you, you couldnât find it in yourself to care.
âF-Fuckâ You both moan when he pressed his pelvis against your spread thighs, his cock all the way in letting you adjust to the sudden stretch before moving. You swung your legs around his waist, pulling him a little closer when his hand snuck behind your waist and pulled you into him. With your arms around his neck, clinging to him, he was able to bring his other hand down to your hips and hold you in place as he began to fuck you slowly. Jungkook watches your face contort with the pleasure of having him inside you and it makes his chest swell with warmth. You looked so fucking pretty releasing quiet moans with each thrust of his cock into your tight pussy, âYouâre so damn pretty, Y/n.â
You tug at his hair fucking your hips back onto his thick length, âI know.â
Your response caught him off guard and he couldnât help but smile when you did. He leaned forward to kiss you but just before his lips could meet yours, you pulled on his hair a little harder now, hand sliding around his neck and you felt the way his cock seemed to throb inside you when he groaned in pleasure. Your hand tightened at just the right pressure points on his neck slightly, dragging him into a hungry kiss that nearly had him falling onto the counter over you.
âYouâre prettier,â you finally said between kisses and you felt his fingers pinch your sides, cock angled up enough to hit that soft spot that always made your legs tremble. You felt your orgasm close and you just wanted him to get rougher, âBut I need you to fuck me harder.â
âOh fuck,â Jungkook kissed you passionately as he did as told, so unbelievably turned on by that he could only thrust his big cock into your tight little pussy like his life depended on it. He was so close but you wanted him to fuck you harder and who was he to deny the girl heâs been obsessing over the pleasure of dreaming all over his cock?
A loud moan left your lips, completely surprising you by the volume of it but your butt still stunted from the way Jungkook just spanked you, fingers digging into the soft flesh and rutting his cock just that further in, âIâm so close, Y/n:â
Your nails drag across the skin on his back, kissing along his pretty neck almost falling back again when his back arched down to fuck you, you moaned out his name, âJungkook, oh my god, I canât.â
Jungkook held you tighter, raising his hand and bringing it down on your ass cheek once more, âCum for me, baby, please, fuck.â
You nodded your head, eyes squeezed shut as you finally released all the tension in your body and came around his thick length.
Jungkook released a loud groan as your pussy tightened around him, using all his strength to keep from cumming inside you. You cling to him cutely as you came down from your high and he had to pull out. He hid his face in your neck as he let go, cumming untouched all over your stomach and his but you only hummed in pleasure at the sudden feeling.
It took you both a minute to relax, cool down and think about what you just did.
You shyly looked at each other. Jungkook bit his bottom lip nervously, âThank god thereâs no cameras.â
You actually laughed, wincing a little as he helped you off the counter. He smiled, straightening out his clothes as he got dressed, âWhat do you say about coming back to my place? IâIs that okay, I mean? Or was this, um⊠umâŠâ
âSure, but Iâm going to need something more comfortable to wear,â you said softly and he looked over at you as you held up your ruined top. He didnât realize he ripped it when he pulled it off. His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as he hurried to get his sweater and hand it to you, âIâll buy you a new one.â
You zipped up his light gray jacket that fit you oversized like it did on him and covered up to your mid thigh. Jungkook couldnât help but smile at how cute you looked, putting your pants back on.
âSo we both have tomorrow off,â you said trying to clean up the mess the two of you left like you didnât just have the best sex youâve had in a long time â and at work no less.
Jungkook nodded. Taehyung returned today so heâll be opening tomorrow with Hoseok and Namjoon will close with Sungha when he got back. The two of you had the day off as a thanks for covering and on Tuesday Hobi and Sungha will have off.
âThereâs this new place that opened up and I really want to try, tomorrows our first day off in a while soââ
âYes,â Jungkook cut you off before you could even ask him your question, âObviously. Are you asking me to go with you? Well, even if youâre not, Iâm going. Iâm not letting you leave my bed if you donât take me. Like a date, right? Are you asking me out on a date?â
âWell I was trying to,â you laughed as the two of you finally gathered all your things before locking up the store hoping they wouldnât notice anything off tomorrow morning.
âFuck, okay, ask again, please? I need to hear you say it,â Jungkook begged and he looked like a huge bunny with doe eyes.
âWhatever, do you wanna go withââ
âYes!â
âJungkook! Are you going to let me finish or what?â You asked with a cute roll of your eyes, following him to his car.
âOkay! Okay,â Jungkook laughed, âTry it one more time.â
You laughed and indulged him, âWill you go oââ
âYes! Yes! Yes! Yessssssss!â
âYouâre so annoying but itâs cute.â
âOh my god, stop,â Jungkook clutched a hand to his heart as the one held onto yours, walking backwards to the car so he wouldnât miss a second of you, âYouâve never called me cute before.â
OC MIXTAPE TO JK
FIRST NIGHT DRABBLE
DATE DRABBLE
A LITTLE THING CALLED JEALOUSY DRABBLE
JUNGKOOKâS SICK DAY DRABBLE
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THEIR REACTION TO YOU DRESSING UP
gn!reader | suggestive, mild swearing.
matsukawa, atsumu, hinata, kuroo, suna, osamu, sakusa, iwaizumi, tsukishima
MATSUKAWAâs sprawled on the couch as he waits for you to show him the new outfit you bought. you had excitedly texted him before coming home, hiding the contents of your bag as you ran to change. itâs been a few minutes when he teasingly calls out, âyou okay in there, babe? need help?â âno, actually i donât, issei,â you reply, walking in. issei does a double take, mouth dropping a little. âgoddamn.â the speed he gets up is almost comical. you do a slow turn, smoothing out the fabric that seems to hug you in the most perfect way. âi donât know when iâm gonna wear this, but itâs really nice, right?â âreally fuckin' nice,â he agrees, grinning. ârespectfully and in love with you, i humbly ask, do you want to kiss and or make out with me right now?â
ATSUMU freezes when you walk into the bedroom. you do a quick spin and smile. âwhat do you think?â his eyes are wide, gaze fixated on you. âam i dead? are you an angel here to take me away?â he finally asks. you snort and make your way over, reaching to fix the collar of his shirt. âiâm gonna take that as a âyou look good, babe,â then.â âjust good? baby, i think iâm sweating. maybe cryinâ a little,â he continues, half-joking. ââtsumuââ atsumu shakes his head. âuh-uh, donât say my name, i might explode.â you laugh at your boyfriend, face warm from his praise; his own flustered state keeps him from noticing yours. he shakes his head again, as if to get out of a haze. âyou know what, letâs go. yeah, letâs go now before i keep you all tâmyself. weâre gonna knock âem dead.â
HINATA spits out his drink and chokes a little. âoh myâoh my, god, sorry, iââ âshoyo?â you speed over, concerned but also trying not to laugh. âare you okay?â âhuh? yeah? iâm so fine,â he says unconvincingly. his face is flushed when he looks at you, whether from the choking, embarrassment, or your outfit, youâre not too sure. then, as if he wasnât choking a few seconds earlier, he starts showering you in compliments. âanyways, you look great, babe. like, like it really screams 'you,' you know? i bet everyoneâs gonna be jealous of me.â âoh really? of you?â shoyo tilts his head, as if you asked a silly question. âwell, yeah? 'cause you look this good and i get to date you.â
KUROO almost drops his keys walking through the front door. âtetsu, youâre back early.â âgod, please donât tell me i forgot about a super important event tonight.â he sounds both panicked and in awe, mind in shambles at the sight of you. you open your mouth to speak, but tetsuro's faster. âwait, donât tell me,ââhe paces toward youââbefore i die, i want you to know you look incredible, and iâll gladly be your poorly-dressed accessory for the night.â thereâs a joking strain to his voice, and he sniffs before pressing his cheek to your head. âtetsu.â you laugh and pat his back. âthereâs nothing happening, i just bought a new outfit and wanted to try it on.â he lets out a relieved noise between a sigh and groan then moves to look at you, now able to fully appreciate the sight. âthank god. iâm going to count that as the second win of the night then, 'cause seriously, you look so good right now.â
SUNA snakes his arm around your waist and kisses your temple. âhi, babe.â ârin! when did you get here?â âa couple of minutes ago. beelined for you after âtsumu shoved a drink in my hand.â you laugh and he smiles before finally registering what youâre wearing. he takes a sip from his drink at the same time his eyes scan over the new look. âthis what you bought on saturday?â âhm? yeah, itâs really nice, right?â rin looks between you and his drink. âif i didnât have manners, i wouldâve thrown this glass and kissed you.â amused, you jokingly hit his stomach. âwhy canât you compliment me like a normal person?â rin takes no offense, instead maneuvering so he can hold his drink while wrapping his other arm around you. he squeezes you, grinning when you yelp. ââone, cause you look hot, and two, whereâs the fun in that?â
OSAMU lets out a low whistle as you walk into the living room, eyes scanning you up and down. he gets up from the couch, and places his hands on your hips. âyâsure you have to go out tonight?â â'samu.â he laughs at your pointed look and puts his hands up in surrender. âiâm kidding, hon. you look stunning, though.â rolling your eyes, you thank him. âcâmon, iâm gonna be late if we donât go now.â you walk to the door, but osamu thinks back to the weather forecast for the evening. âyou arenât bringinâ a jacket?â âhm? nah, weâre gonna be inside.â putting on your shoes, you respond without looking, and are surprised by the weight that suddenly covers your shoulders. you know osamu's favourite jacket from anywhere, and you let him shift it to cover you. he leans over to kiss your temple and mumbles in your ear, ânow youâll be warm and everyone will remember weâre dating.â
SAKUSAâs fingers slip from his cuff button again, earning a huff and frown from him. ââomi, are you ready?â âyeah, can you just help me wââ he turns to the sound of your voice and pauses. the new outfit you told him about makes his heart skip a beat, and he almost forgets about his own suit predicament. âwith what? oh, the button?â you make your way over to help, kiyoomi staring the entire time. âthere ya go.â âyou look incredible,â is the first thing he says instead of thank you. it catches you off-guard, âhuh? oh. iâthank you. you look very handsome.â thereâs a beat of silence as kiyomi weighs the pros and cons of going out or staying home. you have to stop yourself from laughing when he asks with a straight face, âcompletely related, am i allowed to be mean if anyone tries to flirt with you?â
IWAIZUMI looks up when he hears the changing room door open. youâre fixing the waist of your outfit, and donât notice the way his eyes widen. he whispers under his breath, âholy fuck.â âhaji, do you think itâs too much for the dinner? i know itâs âjust your old teammatesâ but, like, i want to look good,â you explain. his gaze softens and he clears his throat before standing. âno, itâs perfect. you lookâŠyou look perfect.â you smile at him and itâs all he can do to stop himself from covering his face and groaning. âoikawaâs going to say something about you looking better than me, and i wonât even be able to disagree.â the sound of your laughter fills the air and hajime huffs a laugh at himself. âwell, we better get something just as good for you then.â
TSUKISHIMAâs not great with compliments, and he always wants to kick himself in the ass for it when it comes to you. you look at him standing behind you in the mirror. âi think this is the one. what do you think, kei?â biting his lip, he looks to the side and clears his throat. âit looks good.â he doesnât have to look to feel you staring at him. âyou sure? you donât think itâs missing something?â kei takes a second to try thinking of a response, then he glances at your wary expression and lets out a breath. âno, i promise. you look great, and this is the best thing you could have chosen.â you smile at yourself, and his gaze softens a fraction before heâs back to being tsukishimaââyou ready? because weâre going to be late if we keep standing here, and the group chatâs about to blow up our phones.â
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Takedown
Georgia Stanway x Earps!Reader
Word count: 784
A/N: inspired by that video ofc
[WOSO Masterlist]
Youâre hard at work when Alessia slides up next to you.
Usually you do a good job at separating your education and your football career, but a last minute assignment means youâre doing your best to craft a ten page research paper in whatever free time you can scrounge up at camp.
âDid you hear?â
Face buried in your laptop, you donât even spare her a glance. âHear about what?â
Youâre so focused you almost miss her next words.
âGeorgiaâs trying to wrestle your sister!â
Itâs almost comical how quick your fingers come to a stop.
You look over the screen, noting the half exasperated, half amused face on the striker.
âWhat do you mean Georgiaâs trying to wrestle Mary?â
The last thing you expect is to push through a crowd when Alessia leads you to the gym. The girls are all gathered around, hooting and hollering. And at the center of it all is Mary and Georgia.
The two of them are circling each other, Georgiaâs eyes drawn and focused while Maryâs got her signature smirk splattered all over her face.
You donât even have a minute to register everything or react properly before Georgiaâs suddenly charging forward with a short yell. A gasp leaves your lips at the effortless way Mary grabs at Georgiaâs hips and flips her over on her back with a light thump.
Though usually stoic and the poster girl for doing everything by the book, Leahâs right there to quickly drop to the ground, exaggeratedly slapping her hand on the ground. âOne, two, three! Thatâs another win for Mearps!â
Mary pops up with a holler, grinning like a maniac as Leah parades her around as the champion.
With a huff you finally push your way through the crowd straight to where your girlfriend is sitting up looking worse to wear.
âAre you crazy?â you hiss, helping her to her feet.
Georgia blushes when she realizes you caught the whole takedown.
âLook, we were just--â
âG, she couldâve killed you!â
Georgia frowns. âI know. But I was being careful. All I was trying to do was pin her down.â
You sigh. You love the whole bro-ship your girlfriend has going on with your sister, but sometimes itâs like youâre mothering two teenage boys with no sense of self-preservation. âGeorgia, my sister has a black belt in judo. Sheâd choke you out before you could ever pin her down.â
âI know.â
She says it with so much conviction you falter for a second, lost for words.
âYou... you know?â
Georgia, ever the charmer she is, puffs out her chest at her best attempt to look threatening. âMary may be a black belt in judo, but Iâm a black belt in taking down big headed keepers.â
You can almost sense Maryâs presence behind you before you can even hear her. An ironclad hand clamps down on your shoulder, breath so close to your ear that it tickles.
âIâd like to see you try, shortstack. All youâve done so far is feed that massive head of mine.â
Georgia gasps in outrage, another sharp retort on her tongue when she catches the glare on your face. She shrinks, meekly scratching at the back of her head instead
Mary snickers, jerking back suddenly when you whip around to focus your glare on her.
âMary Alexandra, youâre thirty-one. Act like it!â
Though sheâs six years your senior, sometimes you feel more like the older one between you two. Especially in times like these when Mary gives you all the reasons to scold her like a misbehaving child.
âAnd you, Williamson! Donât think I didnât see you egging everyone on!â
Leahâs in the middle of trying to slip out with the dispersing crowd when your sharp words stop her in her tracks.
Your captain turns around, giving you a sheepish smile. âEh, sorry?â
âYouâre going to be,â you grumble, thinking of the paper that youâre no doubt losing motivation to write the longer youâre trying to wrangle everyone down.
Itâs times like this that you wish you hadnât accepted Sarinaâs call-up to camp. Itâs already hard enough to babysit your girlfriend and her friends whenever you meet up for a mini vacation throughout the football season and sometimes after, but having to do it at camp too is a bit exhausting. Usually Keiraâs here to help too but--
You narrow your eyes at the three suspiciously angelic faces batting their eyelashes at you.
âWhereâs Keira?â
When you slam open your shared hotel room door minutes later, Keira shrieks, nearly knocking over what looks suspiciously like a makeshift wrestling ring in the middle of the room.
Keira blinks, eyes wide. âUh, this isnât what it looks like.â
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~ a little something about Dazai's impeccable detective skills... only when it comes to you ~
"Uh-huh... And you said you were meeting someone last night?" Dazai pretends to jot down this information, his brows slightly furrowed as he scribbles into the notepad he conjured up from his long tan coat just a few seconds ago.
"Yes, that's correct."
"Ah, I see.. Fascinating. And how was it?"
"How was what?"
"Your date." He says, smugly. His head tilts in mock innocence, and his smile stays plastered on his lips while he watches you practically choke on your own spit. Now he's really going to start writing details down...
"Oh, no, it wasn't like that. Nothing that official, heh." You fidget with your fingers, looking down, and suddenly your shoelaces are the most interesting thing you've ever seen. You didn't think questioning would last this long, you weren't even involved in the crime, but this eccentric detective before you says all witnesses are vital for the investigation and you're just doing your civil duty as a valued member of society!
And this drives Dazai insane... how ridiculous that you don't have a clear standing within the life of whomever you were seeing. It should be a crime, really! If you were his, no one would ever hear the end of it. He hums to himself, nodding as if in deep thought as he draws a heart around your name in his notepad, adding his own name right under yours. He clears his throat and looks back up at you, making sure his knees don't give out at the way you seem so bashful around him.
"I beg your pardon? Do I hear that a young and beautiful person has not been swept off their feet successfully?"
Just before you can answer, a young man with white hair and a peculiar asymmetrical haircut runs to Dazai's side. He peers at his notes, and nervously chimes in.
"Er, Dazai? Mister Kunikida wanted me to come find you, but I didn't think you'd actually be working- Why are there so many hearts drawn-"
Dazai immediately moves his hand over the young man's face and comically shoves it away from his notepad, still smiling at at you. He speaks through gritted teeth and a nervous chuckle.
"Not now, Atsushiiiii, I'm working~"
This causes Atsushi to grumble, his face deflating into an annoyed sigh as his gloved hand scratches the top of his head.
"But Dazai, this is kind of important, and I really don't want to have to be the one to tell Kunikida that you're slacking off again..."
Dazai instantly snaps his head to look at Atsushi, pointing at you with dramatic flair, his voice reaching a mocking pitch.
"Oh, but I'm not, young Atsushi! I've come out here on pure basic instinct... I'm conducting a very serious investigation, and so unfortunately Kunikida and the rest of the folks at the agency will just have to wait for my genius intellect to come up with a tantalizing resolve. Get Ranpo to help. 'Kay byeee!~"
Dazai grabs you by the arm and though the gesture is hasty, he's surprisingly very gentle as he drags you away from the white haired young man. You're now standing outside a cafe and Dazai takes out what looks like a business card, presenting it to you. He scans your slightly confused face, and thinks about what other precious faces you'd make for him if he stuck around you long enough like the hound dog he is. He wonders if you'd let him touch your arm again, maybe even your hand... maybe even your-
"Are you okay, Dazai?" You ask in slight concern. Oops! He's been nonverbal for too long. He shakes his head rapidly and lets out a soft chuckle.
"Never been better! Here, take this, it's my personal contact. I think I've got all the notes I need to finish my work, but I seem to be missing one last thing-"
He proceeds to lean in a little, his now softened hazelnut eyes looking into yours intently, and his voice becoming drastically more serious. There's a glint of sincerity, and an emotion you can't quite place, but it makes your blood pressure spike and your cheeks flush at the casual intimacy of it all.
"... A time and date so I can see you again, perhaps?"
You feel yourself feeling giddy, and slightly stammer as your response flows out of you coyly.
"Ooh well, maybe tomorrow in the evening? I'll be off of work then. We can um, get coffee here?" You nod your chin up at the cafe sign, and flash him a soft smile. A smile that will keep him happily satiated until tomorrow.
"Ah, then it's a date! An official one..." He winks at you, and pats the top of your head, the feeling is light and angelic. By the time you recover, he's gone. You get a last glimpse of the way the tail of his coat swishes as he sharply turns the corner of the street, and you stand there smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. What you don't know is he does the very same thing, thinking about how playing with the fire of his own destiny is worth ruining if he could cement himself into your heart. In his adoring eyes, you could do no wrong. That's his job.
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đœà§ face sitting with suguru đ á°
kinktober day 7: juicy!!!
âŻâ geto suguru x reader
âŻâ warnings: face sitting, oral (f receiving), hand job, hint at squirting
"I told you I wanted to try something different," Suguru says as you sit in his lap. Your little cuddling session turned from soft to hot in seconds, and now his hand settled too close to your inner thigh. You pull your shirt over your head, a cold air hitting your nipples.
"And what was it?" you ask him, enjoying the way he looks at your naked body. He is devouring you with his eyes, seconds from tackling you on the bed. His thumb brushes against your nipple, "I don't think you would like it." he pouts, cupping your breasts with both hands. Your hand travels under his shirt, stripping him to half-naked too. You press your body right against his because you know he loves when your boobs squish against his skin.
"Tell me," you whine as you move to kiss down his neck. It's already littered with love bites from earlier, but yours is eager to give him some move. He chuckles, pulling you off his lap. he opens your legs, sitting between them. Suguru plants a kiss on your ankle before pulling your shorts off, leaving you only in your panties. He leans down, kissing the fabric right on your mound. His finger teases you over the panties, applying pleasure to your clit. He looks like a god at this moment, his long hair falling over his eyes and his muscular body flexing. He leans down, basically folding you in half, and plants a soft kiss on your lips.
"I want you to sit on my face," he whispers into your ear, licking the shell. Your face falls, You have never been too concerned about your weight, but you're scared you might break Geto's nose or something.
"Please," he begs you, going back in between your legs. He lies in between them, looking at you with the best puppy eyes he can master. The scene is comical, a beefy man lying between your tiny thighs. Part of you want to say yes, but another part is scared, but the way he looks at you, you can't help but nod. His mouth turns into a big smile, and he kisses you again, shifting so that he's on the bed. You sit on his chest, and you tease him by slapping his face. He laughs at you but pleads for you to finally sit down.
"Turn over, love," he says, and you do so. You finally squat in front of his face, him pulling your body down so that you're sitting right on his face. You moan as his tongue dives into your pussy. He doesn't waste any time devouring you whole. He moans as his tongue swipes right and forth through your juices, tasting your sweetness on his tongue. Geto feels like in heaven, and he moans right into your pussy, vibration running right to your clit. The previous doubts are gone when you see him enjoying himself that much. A loud exists in your mouth when you notice how turned on he is. His cock jumps with every moan he makes. You reach down to take him into your hand, jacking him off in the rhythm of his tongue.
"You're making me crazy, love," he says with his mouth still in your cunt. His lips smack with every movement of his tongue. You're practically dripping all over his face, his hair already soaked from your juices. he bites the inside of your thigh before licking in again, making you fall on his body. He can feel your breath on his cock as you lay spent from the pleasure.
"Get up, love. I haven't even made you cum yet," he says, his voice muffled by your pussy. That was a bad move, you think because the vibrations make you cum right on his face. He chokes as your juices soak his whole face.
"What the hell, baby, " he laughs, making you laugh too, "at least warn me when you cum."
"I'm sorry," you mumble, watching how Geto's cock is still hard.
"Okay, love, take me into your pretty mouth, and you're gonna sit on my face one more time.
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Phone number
Haruka Sakura x fem!reader
hello this is my windbreaker debut đđđ
i've been thinking about babyboy sakura way too much lately, and come on how do you expect me to resist a tsundere who gets flustered easily
speaking of flustering sakura...đ
"Hey. You're a member of Bofurin, right?" you tapped Sakura on the shoulder while he was walking down the street.
Two weeks ago, you happened to see him patrolling the town and beating up some bad guys that were causing trouble. Ever since then you haven't been able to stop thinking about him. Maybe it's the strange yet intriguing appearance or maybe it's the serious, no nonsense expression on his face that you can't get out of your head.
You're still kind of processing it since it came out of nowhere, but you think you might have a crush on him. At the very least, you're interested to the point where you want to meet him again and shoot your shot.
This brings you to where you are right now. You happened to see him again while running errands around town and thought to yourself "now or never".
"Yeah, what do you want?" he sounded like he was slightly bothered by you approaching him, but you happened to notice the slight pink dusting his cheeks which let you know that might not be the case.
"I need help with something." you intertwined your fingers, putting on your best sweet smile and trying not to show that you're nervous as hell right now.
His expression became slightly more serious, somewhat like the cool expression he was wearing during the fight 2 weeks ago. It was a silent way of telling you to go on.
"Something's missing and I need help finding it. It's your number." you screamed internally because that line sounded way cooler in your head and hearing yourself say it now makes you feel like the biggest idiot on Earth.
He stared at you weirdly for a few excruciating seconds like you did in fact just say the stupidest thing ever which made you instantly lose all the confidence you built up.
"So, uh, you know, if you could give your number to me, that would be nice?" it's almost like you enjoy digging your own grave.
He furrowed his brows as if he's thinking hard before turning completely red all of a sudden. You giggled about how he looks like a tomato internally but on the outside you were too mortified to do anything other than wait for his response. He changed colors like those LED lights. It's almost impressive.
"My number? T-To you?" he seemed genuinely surprised to say the least. He looked shocked to a comical degree.
You nodded and he fumbled around his pockets to pull out his phone. He stared at it for a few seconds before awkwardly asking "How do I do that, again?"
He was firmly avoiding eye contact with you now, which is kind of strange compared to the way he was confidently exchanging eye contact with you a few moments before. You aren't sure if he's embarrased because you're asking him for his number or if it's because he has no idea how to exchange contact info. But if he's embarrased about it, that means he's atleast a little interested, right?
"Give it here." you gently held out your hand and he gave you his phone without saying anything. You added him on LINE, probably wearing a stupidly giddy smile on your face while doing that without even noticing.
"There..." you handed his phone back to him. "So, um... see you around?" you smiled at him one last time, turning around to get the hell out of this awkward yet exciting situation and waving back at him. That was the most awkward you've felt in a while and you kind of ended the interaction suddenly because you couldn't take it anymore.
"S... see you." he choked out, barely audible to you.
When you were firmly out of view, he realised that he has a nosebleed. A girl... just gave him her number. A girl... just... He feels like he might just faint from all the blood rushing to his face. Not to mention he's going to have to clean up his nose before anyone notices.
He stared at your contact name with a little heart next to it for far too long when he was all alone that night.
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Middle of the Night
"In the middle of the night, I'm wide awake, I crave your taste. All night long 'til morning comes. I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours"
a/n: inspired by the comic Red Hood and the Outlaws VOL.1 Dark Trinity, I just read it and couldnât get this idea outta my head
warning: MINORS DNI 18+, phone sex, first time saying âi love youâ, Jason Todd is a warning all of his own
Jason Todd who stays up late in his little makeshift âbat caveâ doing research on the next crime lord heâs about to take down but tonight he canât focus
He knows he should be neck deep in his work not have his head in the clouds but all he can think about is you. How your home all alone in bed without him, probably sleeping in one of his shirts or that night gown he likes-
âGet a gripâ he says shaking his head to clear his thoughts
It almost works for a second⊠almost
The next thing he knows, amongst the cheap takeout containers, his phone is going off, itâs a text from you.
Speak of the Devil
âYou busy?â it says
He looks at the time, itâs a little past 4am. Christ what were you still doing up, didnât you have work in the morning?
Just as the thought bubble popped up as he started to text back his phone goes off again, this time youâre FaceTiming him.
âShouldnât you be asleep by now?â He answers the phone with a wince. That came out a little harsher than he meant it.
âCanât sleep.â You mumbled a reply adjusting your bonnet.
âDidja try?â He asked with a raised brow knowing you probably didnât
âMissed you too muchâ you fake pouted âaaaand I may have been out with some friends earlierâ
âAaah so this is a booty callâ he teased with a smug look on his face. Your cheeks darkened with a blush
âShut up it is not! I really missed you!â
âSuuuuureâ he continued
âAssâ you chewed you bottom lip as you readjusted the camera so that you were sitting on your bed hands free crisscrossed. When you moved he got a peak of your panties underneath the shirt which he realized was his.
âSo what time did you get home?â he asked as he tried to focus on the computer screen in front of him but found his gaze drifting back to you on his phone
âOh like three hours ago, me and the gang just went out to a clubâ you said nonchalantly
âYou take your knife with you?â he asked with a serious tone
âYes Jay and I wasnât alone.â you rolled your eyes before propping your chin on your fist.
âDoesnât matter you know how shitty Gotham can-â
âI know I know but Iâm not worriedâ you interrupted him with a small smile
âOh? Youâre not huh?â he asked raising his eyebrow propping his phone up on his desk so he could mimic you propping his head on his fist.
âNah see my guy watches out for me.â you smile sheepishly as you began to play with the hem of the shirt that was a little too big on you
âOh yeah? And whoâs this guy? Anyone I know?â
âYou mightâve heard of him, he goes by Red Hood.â You bat your eyelashes at him
âYeah Iâve heard of himâ he smirks leaning back in his chair.
âHeâs a pretty big guy and heâs super strong and handsome and-â
âYeah alright I get it, enough.â Jason rolled his eyes turning his gaze back to his computer screen.
âYou never let me compliment you.â you pout
âChange the subject.â he warns turning his gaze back to you, the look in his eyes showing that he meant what he said.
âSo whatâre you wearing?â you ask outta the blue, tucking your bonnet behind your ear.
âReally?â Jason deadpans as he almost chokes on his drink
âYeah really.â you laughed
âYou can see what Iâm wearingâ he said gesturing to his outfit with a serious face but the look in his eyes told you that he was messing with you. He wanted to hear you say what you wanted from him but you'd be damned if you gave him that kinda satisfaction
âDonât be an ass Jay.â
âFiiiine⊠Iâm wearing a t-shirt and jeans.â
âOoo sexy whatchu got on underneath?â you wolf whistle cartoonishly as you wiggled you eyebrows at him. Jason snorted.
âAre we really doing this mama?â
âGet into yuh!â you sang into the phone
âWhy donât you tell me what youâre wearing.â he said raising his brow at you suggestively
âJust one of your shirts. It smells like you.â you smile and show off what your wearing accidently flashing him your panties again
âYeah? You miss me that much huh?â
âAlwaysâ you sigh longingly as you gaze at him lovingly. He started to do the same before he caught himself. He honestly didn't know what you saw in him to be looking at him like that all the time.
Fabric rustling on the other side of the phone broke him outta his thoughts and brought his attention back to you just as you began to pull at his shirt.
âWhat are you doing?â
âGetting more comfortableâ you said as you pull off his shirt revealing your bare chest to him
âFuck, youâre killing me.â he swallows thickly
âLetâs hope not.â you chuckle as the panties were the next thing to go
"God you're so pretty baby" Jason watched you as you spread you folds and began touching yourself.
"So are you." you sighed running you other hands up and down your chest teasing your hardening nipples as you went.
Jason groaned running a hand down his face as he watched, his voice was rough and you knew he wanted to be there with you. Looking back up at the phone you watched as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down a little letting his dick spring free from his boxers
âYouâre so fucking prettyâ you cooed biting your lip as you watch him take his shirt off, your fingers rubbing fast little circles around your clit. Jason rolled his eyes briefly
âKeep going and Iâll take care of you all you want when I get home.â He groans in your ear as he begins to stroke himself, already impossibly hard and sensitive after watching you. He knew he wasnât going to last long and by the looks of it neither were you.
âYouâreâfuckâdoinâ so good for me. so good, baby.â
You watched as his hand moved up and down his dick, his thumb coming around occasionally to circle the bright red tip, his hips stuttering as he thought about your hands instead of his. How youâd praise him, and tell him how good he looked while you jerked him off.
You grip the pillows beneath you, needing something to ground yourself as the pleasure starts building.
âFuck, Jay, Iâm almostââ
âLook at me,â he groaned moving his hand a little faster as he watched your fingers move even quicker, before they disappeared inside of your tight hole, your palm taking up the reigns and rubbing against your clit applying just the right amount of pressure as you fingered yourself
âNeed you inside of me so bad.â you cried out, he needed it too, listening to you was going to be the death of him. The sounds you were making were enough to send him over the edge alone.
âCum with meâ Jason growled, hips arching slightly off the chair he was sat at
You did as he said, closing your eyes and listening to him panting through the phone as your orgasms washed over you both.
No one said anything for a while, the only sound filling the room was heavy breathing as you both came down from your collective high.
A yawn escaped your lips before either of you had a chance to say anything
Jason chuckled âSleepy finally?â
âA little but I can stay up a bit longer if you wantâ you yawned again as you adjusted your self in bed pulling the covers over you.
âNah itâs ok I got some work to finish up here then Iâll be home soonâ Jason said tucking himself in and buttoning his pants back up.
âAlright babyâ
âGet some sleep princess.â He said going back to looking at his computer screens
âGânight love you.â your voice slurred
Jason froze before shooting his gaze back to you on the phone
âDid you just-â his heart pounded in his chest louder than it had all night long, there was no way you just casually let it slipped that you loved him for the first time, nah he had to have misheard you.
Before he could ask if you were serious just now the sound of your soft snores greets his ears as he watched you doze off causing a smile to rest on his face
Love you too baby
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tw: slight dubcon due to aphrodisiac
thinking about miguel. miggy. or mr. oâhara as you call him in this case
thinking about him with his comic storyline. heâs always busy at alchemax. always working hard. exhausting himself. so in comes you, his new pretty little lab assistant, fresh out of college, and so so eager to please. to prove yourself. youâre always in the lab with him. always running up and down the halls for him so he can continue working on what you deem as more important tasks. always relaying messages. and much to his dismay, always catching everybodyâs eye
unfortunately for you, aaron, his supervisor, had taken a sleazy liking to you. youâre not quite sure you can say the same but nonetheless, youâre always pleasant. and he knows youâre always eager
he calls you in one day when miguel has already gone home. usually you wouldnât be there either but some reports needed to be finished and despite his protests, you promised theyâd be done by morning. aaron tells you he needs you to help him test something, and that, my dear, is how miguel ends up picking up the phone after the tenth time it rings. heâs startled and blood immediately rushes south when he hears your voice, high and whiny. needy
âmiggyâ
oh he didnât know the nickname could sound so pretty. not only is it finally falling from your pretty mouth, but to hear you begging for him?
heâs immediately in the car and on the phone with you the entire time- miggy, hurts. need help. want you. need you- he tries to tell you to calm down, to focus, stop talking, but thereâs not much conviction behind it. puta madre when did his pants get so tight
you stumble out of the building as he pulls up and immediately youâre all over him, nearly knocking his glasses off his nose. heâs just trying to help you into the car, to get you home or get you help, but your hands are wandering and he feels a bit faint. heâs trying so hard to keep his hands to himself and he nearly chokes when you palm him through his sweats but he pries you off gently despite your whimpers and straps you into the passengerâs seat. collects himself. then you guys are off. he asks what happened but all he manages to get from you is that aaron needed help and when whatever he gave you didnât seem to have any effect, he lost interest and left. miguel thinks he might throttle him
or maybe heâll thank him beforehand because- christ when did you take off your seatbelt? youâre on your knees in your seat, bent over the center console. your hand is already tugging at his sweats, and youâre so desperate at this point that there are tears in your eyes
âplease miggy please please please, promise. i jusâ need it pleaseâ
youâre not making any sense. his eyes nearly roll when your soft hand wraps around him and he whines. this hulking man whines because he shouldnât be doing this, he shouldnât allow this. âhermosa please you donât know what youâre doingâ
you just keen and when he glances down, the sight of your hand wrapped around his weeping cock beneath a thin layer of fabric nearly makes him swerve off the road. âstop-â he gasps as the pad of your thumb spreads pre over the head and he white knuckles the steering wheel. âyouâve gotta stopâ he growls this time, self restraint hanging on by a thread. you donât care. you mouth at the covered head until the cloth is wet with drool and his arousal. his fingers tangle in your hair with the intent to pull you away but you find the weight of his hand only worsens the mess between your thighs. and you just feel so empty
the moment you peel his now sticky sweats away and wrap your warm mouth around him, heâs gone. itâs a miracle that the car isnât immediately wrapped around a tree. he goes from âno please donâtâ to âshock, preciosa just like that. ta- ahn perfectaâ within seconds and youâre positively aching for him. aching to please. and every pretty moan, sweet whine, deep growl, makes your already blazing skin ten times hotter. he can smell you but when he reaches over to touch you and he feels your slick running down your thighs, soaking your panties, he really does almost crash. heâll pay you back, he promises, and you whine with him down your throat
by the time he fills your mouth to overflowing, salty, thick, so very him and so so much, youâre crying. heâs just so pretty when he struggles and youâre so empty. you pull off, a mess of tears and cum and drool but you refuse to give him a break and continue pumping him until he can barely think. heâs never been so glad to see his apartment building
âpleasepleaseplease fuck me miggy pleaseâ youâre clambering over into his lap and he lets out a shuddering sigh as he finally, impatiently tears away your soaked panties to slip two thick fingers into your needy cunt and you thank him through little cries like heâs saved your life
âsâokay i know. i know, iâll take care of you, babyâ
looks like youâre not gonna make it upstairs
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I said I'd try to write a little companion piece/ continuation to my Luffy time traveling into the past to meet a young Crocodile comic!
As a warning: I know nothing about ships and since this is just a little no pressure project to try to get out of writer's block I didnât do a lot of research. There is also a plot discrepancy because Luffy mentions Bonney and her abilities which he shouldnât know based on the frame story Iâve given this fic *lol* Also: I don't know how to write these characters yet.
No beta, sorry for mistakes.
This is a Crocodad AU fic of course! â„
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Maybe This Time Part 1 (3.5k)
âBetter get down from there, Luffy!â Nami called from the upper deck. âI donât quite trust these clouds.â Luffy turned to look over his shoulder, feet dangling over the railing. Nami stood with a hand over her brow, looking up at the sky. Luffy turned back to look out at the sea and tilted his head up. The sky had a pretty green hue, nearly blending seamlessly into a dark mist rising above them. A huge dark cloud had formed ahead, casting a shadow over the sea in the distance.
âJust-â
He titled forward, lost his grip on the railing. A swooping feeling of falling tickled his stomach but before he could make a surprised sound he hit the surface of the water. It felt like he was crashing through glass.
And then it was dark.
This wasnât the first time Luffy woke up after having been tossed into the water, but for some reason he was bone dry. And oddly thirsty.
âThirsty,â he wheezed, sticking out his tongue to escape the uncomfortable dryness of his mouth.
A small barrel with a straw was held out to him with a curt âhere.â Luffyâs attention zeroed in on the offering and he grabbed it without second-thought. A couple of deep gulps of the water later he felt a lot better already. He heaved a sigh in relief. He took the straw into his mouth again, starting a thank you as he turned towards his savior.
Startled, he sucked in water and spit it out again before he could choke on it, right into the face of someone who looked shockingly familiar.
âBABA?!â Luffy yelled. The person in front of stared at him blanky, the water dripping off his face.
Luffy stared right back. Could it be? This wasnât Baba as he knew him, but much younger. Sure, they hadnât seen each other in a couple of months, but he couldnât change that much, right? But who else could it be? The same hair, the same eyes, the same scar, the same unimpressed expression.
A thousand questions rampaged through Luffyâs minds. How was Baba here? Last they had talked he had been still on Buggyâs homebase. Had he saved him? Where was his crew? What kind of island was this? But one question seemed most important.
âWhy are you so young?!â Luffy asked, staring at Baba who couldnât be much older than Luffy was now.
âHuh?â
âWas it Bonney?â The confusion on Babaâs face only grew.
âWho?â he asked. Luffy stared back at him taking in the complete lack of recognition on Babaâs face.
What?
âDonât you recognize me, Baba?!â Luffy shouted in horror. The corners of Babaâs mouth twitched and his brows drew down. At least that was a marginally more familiar expression on his face.
âMy name isnât Baba,â he insisted. âAnd no. Should I?â That hit Luffy like Grandpaâs fist of love.
âYes!!â Luffy argued, feeling overwhelmed and his crew wasnât even here to help figure this out. Robin or Jinbei would know what to do! Luffy looked at the sea. It was overcast, the sun faint, the air cool. It was most likely early morning. There wasnât a single ship visible in the bay or beyond. No other people on this beach. He could feel tears form in his eyes.
âWhat is going on?â he yelled.
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There were rules for unexpected situations that had been drilled into his head at an early age. Get yourself out of any immediate danger. Figure out where your people are and regroup. Figure out where you are. Eat. Everything else can wait until after youâve eaten.
Maybe the importance placed on food was just the Monkey familyâs way of dealing with problems, but Luffy wasnât about to complain. The perfectly grilled meat and the little stick that was loaded with huge mushrooms helped to dampen the anxious pit in his stomach. But the moment he looked up and caught a glimpse of the person sitting across from him, tearing the meat straight off the bone in an unsettling lack of finesse, he felt like he was being dunked into sea water again.
Just what was going on here? Luffy had been travelling with his crew, enjoying that exhilarating part of adventuring where you were simply sailing, facing the challenges the sea of the New World threw at you, not yet knowing where the path would take you. And then the next thing he knew he was plunged into water, sank, blacked out.
Nothing after made any sense. Because the person that had saved himâŠ
âYouâre staring.â Luffy startled at the unsettlingly unfamiliar voice. He watched the person opposite him pick his teeth. âDo I really look like that Baba person?â Maybe a smart man would keep his mouth shut and Luffy had been raised to have at least a pinch of common sense between his ears butâŠ
Just what was he supposed to do when a young version of his father was sitting opposite him?!
âYou do,â he settled on saying, wary. Baba didnât look particularly upset by his lack of an explanation, not even a hint of annoyance pinching his brow. And that was unusual too.
What was this? A hallucination? Someoneâs devil fruit power? Actual time travel?
(And why not into the future so Luffy could at least see cool robots shooting lasers?)
âWhat did you say your name was?â Baba asked, genuinely curious, then he pointed at the food in Luffyâs hands. âMore where that came from,â he promised. âEat.â And wasnât that just another strange thing? Why was he so nice to him if he didnât even know who Luffy was? Luffy stuffed the food in his mouth, chewing morosely.
âMonkey D. Luffy. Iâm going to be the pirate king,â he announced, though far more subdued than he usually was when introducing himself. Babaâs eyebrow lifted.
âThereâs no such thing as a king of pirates,â he said, chuckling to himself. âIsnât that the whole point? The freedom?â Luffy swallowed his food, tilting his head in confusion. Baba put his elbow on his knee, and propped his chin in his palm. He grinned at Luffy, the expression open and joyful, almost mischievous. âThatâs why I set sail. I want to do things for myself, see what I can achieve on the Grandline!â His grin softened to an expression a lot more familiar to Luffy though he couldnât exactly place it. âA big adventure beforeâŠ,â he trailed off and sat up straight, still grinning but not sharing his thoughts.
It was strange to hear Baba talk of freedom and piracy like that. While Baba had given Ace, Sabo and him a lot of practical information on what to expect out of piracy, he almost never talked about how it used to be for him when he just starting out. Luffy didnât know when he became a pirate, what motivated him or why he gave up that freedom for a warlord position.
He just knew that nowadays everything, even freedom, was shackled by conditions upon conditions. A thousand locks for Baba and Dad to pick before it could be achieved. Luffy had never quite understood it. Freedom was so easy to achieve if you just pushed your boat off the shore.
Maybe this Baba still trusted that freedom was always within reach.
âHow old are you?â Luffy blurted out, putting aside the unease about the situation to admit a little bit of curiosity. Even if it was a hallucination or the work of a very capable impostor, he wanted to know more about him. He wanted to know everything about him.
â19,â Baba answered. âAnd you?â
âUh, me too,â Luffy said, then lifted his fingers. â46 minus 19.â
â27,â Baba answered right away, chewing on a mushroom. It seems Baba hadnât yet discovered the âdonât talk with your mouth fullâ rule.
â27 years?â Luffy repeated in dawning horror, touching his palms to his cheeks. âIâm 27 years in the past?!â He whined and let himself drop onto his back. He stared up at the overcast sky, partially visible through the sparse trees here so close to the shore. How was that possible?! Did they sail into some sort of mystical area of the Grandline and were now all scattered across time? Was that even possible?
Babaâs face appeared in his field of vision, blocking out the sky.
âWhat are you talking about?â he wanted to know, his hands in his hips as he bent down to study Luffy. âYou canât seriously believe that youâre from the future.â
âBut I am!â Luffy insisted and jumped to his feet. Luckily Baba straightened quickly enough to not be hit by Luffyâs head. He grimaced, momentarily distracted by the fact that even now his father was nearly a head taller than him. He shrugged it off. âI know that there is no known devil fruit that will grant the user the ability to go back in time. But there has got to be an explanation for this!â
âOther than you being insane?â Baba offered but judged by his tone and the grin stretching his lips he was teasing, not mocking. Luffy groaned, then crossed his arms over his chest. âYou do realize that what youâre saying is improbable.â
âBut itâs still true!â Baba didnât react to his outburst. âIâve seen a lot of so-called improbable things before! Islands with dinosaurs! Islands that fly in the sky! Islands where people turned into living toys!â Baba lifted his eyebrows at that. Luffy waved him off. âIt was just Mingo, donât worry about it.â
âIâm not worrying about it,â Baba answered, amusement evident. âBut it seems like youâve already travelled a bit. I thought you were new to the Grandline. You look like a rookie.â
âIâm not!â Luffy protested then pointed his thumb at his chest. âIâve been on the Grandline for 2 years! Iâve got an amazing ship and the best crew in the world!â At the mention of his crew his spirits sunk like an anchor. He hoped they were okayâŠ!
âWhere were you when you got separated from your crew? You canât have been washed ashore from that far away,â Baba asked. Luffy hummed, trying to remember. He scratched his head.
âWeâd been on sea for about three weeks after Wano,â he said. âBut we hadnât come into stable climate yet, so I donât think we were close to an island.â
âWano,â Baba repeated. âYou were in the New World?â He seemed surprised now. Was he doubting him again?
âYouâre in the New World too,â Luffy shot back.
âNo! Weâre on Agaricus,â Baba insisted. Luffy squinted at him. Where had he heard that name before? He was sure he had heard Baba mention it. âThe next big island you might have heard of is Alabasta.â Luffy hit his balled fist into his palm in recognition.
âThe autumn island where you like to go mushroom hunting!â he said then the words registered. âWhat?! Weâre in the first half of the Grandline?!â Baba looked about as shocked as Luffy felt.
âHow do you know that?â he asked and it took a moment for Luffy to realize that he looked wary all of a sudden, his stance a lot less relaxed. Luffy knew that he should be able to defend himself against a 19-year-old version of his father, but he still didnât want to test that hypothesis if Baba actually started to believe that Luffy was a threat.
âI told you! Iâm from the future! I know you!â Luffy defended himself. Baba frowned at him, but his stance shifted just a bit. A soft sound at Luffyâs feet made him look down just to see tendrils of sand slip back down on the floor. He hadnât even realized that Baba must have manipulated the sand to grab him if needed. When Luffy looked up Babaâs expression was serious, a crease between his eyebrows.
â27 years into the future,â Baba affirmed. âWhen you and your crew sailed the New World. As apparently I do too.â He rubbed his arms, his face uncertain for the first time. âIâm still alive in 27 years?â
âObviously!â Luffy insisted, angry at the suggestion that Baba would not make it on the Grandline. âYouâre strong!â A small grin appeared on Babaâs face.
âYeah? So how do we know each other? Am I your captain or something?â Luffy wrinkled his nose but at the same time Baba did too. âDo I insist on everybody calling me Baba like fucking Whitebeard wants everyone to call him Pops?â Baba made a disgusted expression at that. Luffy of course knew that Baba and Whitebeard had history, but as most things of his fatherâs past, this was something he kept close to his chest. Sometimes his secrecy was quite annoying and it was hard to pretend not to care about what had happened, especially since the old man had meant so much to Ace.
âHow can you already have a grudge against Whitebeard at 19?â
âOh, so you donât know everything, Monkey D. Luffy,â Baba said, his grim look dropping quickly at the supposed upper hand he fancied himself to have. Luffy wasnât used to these quick mood changes. Still, instead of answering he grimaced. âWhat?â
âI donât like when you call me by my full name. You only do that when youâre scolding me. Call me Luffy or Strawhat.â
âStrawhat?â Baba asked, laughing. Luffy pulled his hat from his back and put it onto his head demonstratively. âAnd you let me scold you? What am I? Your mom?â Luffy pressed his lips together, the question feeling like someone had upended a bucket of cold water onto his head. But Baba laughed in amusement as if the thought was absurd. âAm I your captain?â
For the first time a different kind of worry made a home in Luffyâs mind. He had arguably no experience in time traveling but he wondered if it was a good idea to let his father know too much. Could Luffy change the past just by being here? Could he change his own present if he messed up here?
Luffy knew that he was a âhappy accident.â What if he told Baba who he was and Baba decided to be a bit more careful so that no happy accidents happened accidentally? Thatâd be horrible! Would Luffy just disappear?! Maybe this was the true danger of this situation!
âYouâre not my captain! Iâm the captain of my ship!â Luffy insisted, pride in his position winning out over the moment of panic.
âThen whatâs our connection?â Crocodile asked and took a step closer to Luffy, a glint in his eyes that Luffy didnât quite like. He didnât have a sharp hook to hold under his nose but he had a sharp and menacing grin. âSpit it out, Strawhat.â
âI⊠I donât know anything!â Luffy said through pursed lips, looking away. But other than grab him and shake him or worse (as Luffy had seen Baba do to people who annoyed him or lied to him) Baba just blinked at him. Then he threw his head back and laughed.
âI know someone whoâs just as horrible as you are at lying!â he said. Luffy wrinkled his nose. Not everyone could lie professionally. âBut why donât you want to tell me?â
âBecause I am from the future!â Luffy insisted. âWhat if I say something that changes something big?! I donât want that! I like my life! Maybe if someone sent me into this past, this is their objective?! What if theyâre trying to kill me by letting me make a mistake here in the past that leads to me not being born?!â
âThat seems far too much effort,â Baba said, looking Luffy up and down. âYou donât look particularly strong, Strawhat,â he said his tone annoyingly patronizing. âA stray bullet could kill you.â
âWhat?! I am strong! And my bounty is higher than yours!â he protested. Luffy would never have said that to his Babaâs face but this young version of him was different. âAnd Iâm not going to tell you what it is!â Baba rolled his eyes.
âAt least tell me I didnât choose something as stupid as Baba as my name,â he said, then he moved his hand and a wave of sand spread over the fire they had roasted their food on, dousing it at once.
âIâve always done my best to fly under the marineâs radar and itâs hard to break the habit. I havenât really gotten my name out there yet,â Baba continued. He pointed at Luffy. âBut I will! The world will soon hear of the exploits of Crocodile!â Luffy stared at him, taking in his wide, confident grin.
Baba looked impossibly young.
âYes,â Luffy agreed, not sure why there was a lump in his throat. Baba smiled at him, then he reached out to pat Luffyâs shoulder. âLetâs go.â Baba turned around and started packing up the rest of the cooked meat and mushrooms. He tossed Luffy a bag, then shouldered his own. When he walked away from the camp, Luffy trailed after him.
âWhere are we going?â he asked. They stepped out of the outskirts of the forest and back onto the beach. There was a small ship docking on a pier that Luffy hadnât noticed back when he had first woken up. It wasnât much bigger than the one Luffy had initially set out on. Far too small for a crew of more than two. Not a vessel that looked suited for the Grandline.
âYouâre looking for your crew, right? And a way to get back home, wherever and whenever that might be,â Baba said and then thrust his thumb behind him, towards the ship. âSo what do you say, Strawhat Luffy? Want to join me?â Luffy looked at him in surprise. Baba wasnât exactly the kind of person to make such generous offers to strangers, at least he wasnât today.
âFine. But Iâm captain!â Luffy said and extended his arm to grab onto the shipâs mast. He pulled himself onto the ship, Baba staring after him. Luffy sat himself down at the helm of the ship. Baba cursed to himself, then undid the rope and gave his ship a powerful shove with his foot. He turned into sand and landed on the ship next to Luffy.
âNo way! This is my ship!â Luffy looked up the mast, noticing the lack of a pirate flag.
âBaba-â
âDonât call me that.â
âCrocodile, you donât even have a pirate flag!â he said disapprovingly and for the first time Baba actually seemed embarrassed. âDoes your ship have name at least?â
âYeah, itâs the Mind Your Own Business Strawhat!â Crocodile went down into the cabin and then came back with an eternal pose. Luffy couldnât read the name written on it. Crocodile walked to the steering wheel and then looked up at the sail. Luffy watched as sand spread from Crocodileâs body until the sails were lifted and caught the wind.
âWhere are we going?â Luffy asked, inspecting the stemhead but it didnât seem particularly comfortable to sit on. Crocodileâs ship didnât even have a figurehead! Maybe he had a banana in his galley so Luffy could put it on the stemhead. The "Mind your Own Business Strawhat" needed least some decoration. Momentarily caught up in his musings, it took him a moment to turn back around to look up at Crocodile behind the wheel. It was strange seeing him there. He had only sailed with Crocodile on the same ship once, leaving Impel Down. He didnât know why it seemed so strange to see him man a ship himself. He knew that his father was a pirate and yet it seemed odd to realize what that actually meant. That he hadnât always been a warlord who tended to stay in one place or travel on marine vessels, that he hadnât always had 2000 people under his command, that he hadnât always been an emperorâs commander. But he looked comfortable behind the wheel, like he had never done anything else.
âDo you want to go all the way to Wano?â Luffy eventually asked and jumped up to where Crocodile was. âWhat about your own adventure? Donât you want to follow the log poses and do your route around the Grandline?â
âI donât mind making a detour,â he easily said as if it wasnât difficult at all for him to give up his plans. âAnd absolutely not, Iâm not going to sail into the blue like that just based on your last location in allegedly 27 years from nowâ Crocodile said with a scoff. âWe need information.â He smiled down at the log pose. âAnd I might have an idea where we could get it.â
To be continued? If you find it too hard to read on here I can post it on AO3.
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tuck your head under the covers
(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @remedyturtles)
Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Prompt: Insomniac Leo - visiting various brothers when unable to sleep, or managing to fall asleep and his brothers doing anything to PRESERVE that sleep Word Count: 4635
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The first time it happens, Mikey doesnât make a big deal out of it.Â
Itâs four in the morning on a Monday, and heâs thirsty, so he gets up from his train car and walks to the kitchen. Only to find Leo sitting at the table, with a lollipop in his mouth and a Jupiter Jim comic in his hands, legs rested on the surface, humming a tune under his breath.
âLeo?â Mikey mumbles drowsily, rubbing at his eyes. âBro, what are you doing?â
Leo startles in surprise, and sits up, shooting him a guilty look. âMikes!â He exclaims, voice pitched low. âShit, Iâm sorry, did I wake you up?â
âNo, no.â He flaps his hand, grabbing a glass. âI was thirsty, wanted water. Why are you awake right now?â
âEh, you know, same old, same old. Couldnât sleep.â
Mikey hums, taking a languid sip. His tired eyes catch a giant mug on the table, black as tar coffee peeking from the bottom, a pack of pink Starbursts with wrappers, and what looks like the crumbled remains of the pecan pie Aprilâs mom had lovingly gifted them. If he was a little more awake, heâd be a lot more pissed about that, but for now he just sighs and stretches.Â
âDid you at least try to sleep?â He asks, knowing the answer.Â
âYeah, of course.â Leo replies easily enough, turning away to flip another page. âBut thatâs the problem with insomnia, my friend, it kinda makes the âfall asleepâ thing not happen.â
Hm, not good enough. Mikey waddles over closer, physically pushing his brotherâs head up so he can study him. Leoâs eyes are just barely bloodshot, cheeks hollower than heâd like to see on him.
âCan I help you?â He asks, bemused.Â
âWhen was the last time you slept?âÂ
âSomewhere in the evening, I got a cat nap in. Donât worry, Mikey, youâre exhausted, go to sleep.â
âYou go to sleep.â He retorts around a yawn. He plops down in a chair next to him, picking up an uneaten Starburst and chomping on it. Leo tsks at that, but he ignores him, folding his arms and resting his head comfortably.Â
âYou just brushed your teeth and are supposed to be asleep, why are you still here?â
âMoral support.âÂ
âMoral support from what? I â okay,â Leo stands up, all big brother voice. âCâmon, up.â
Mikey whines, not having enough energy to fight as Leo physically picks him up and throws him over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
âGrkâ?â He chokes out in surprise, when the hell did he get so strong?
âNope, donât wanna hear it. This is what happens when you donât listen to me.â
Leo plants him on the bathroom floor, and pointedly stares at him as Mikey brushes, having to actually count each stroke on the rows of teeth under the scrutiny instead of a quick wash. As soon as he rinses his mouth, Leo picks him up again.
âYou realize I have feet.â He said, flopping his limbs in defeat and letting himself be carried lifelessly.
âYou think I donât know you were planning on dragging more ass by suggesting a movie night or something? Iâve taught you all my tricks, I know how your brain works.â
Mikey tries to keep in his smile at how well his brother can read him, and gasps dramatically. âLanguage! Iâll tell on you to Raphie.â
âIf you make it to morning asleep like a good turtle, Iâll tell Raphie, how about that?â
Mikey gets tossed on his bed, the springs creaking under his weight. His favorite quilt is thrown over him, and his stuffed crocodile is tucked in between his shoulder and neck, just how he likes it. The warmth immediately makes him even drowsier, but he blinks up at Leo and invitingly opens his arms.
âSleep?â He suggests, making the motion of scooting over to make room for him.
A few seconds, but Leo eventually sighs, far too susceptible to the prospect of little brother cuddles. He sticks his freezing feet into the tangle of limbs, making him hiss, but settles in comfortably on his pillow. Arms wind around him and squeeze affectionately.
âBetter?â Mikey asks.Â
Leo hums on top of his head. âYep, thanks Angelo. You can pass out now.â
It doesnât take very long for him to do so. Unfortunately for him, when he does wake up to his 9 A.M. alarm, the side of the bed is cold and the corner of the pillow undented. Outside, he sees Leo casually do the crossword puzzle with Dad with a newly filled mug of coffee in his hand, looking like sleep never graced him at all. Mikey sighs, but sets to making breakfast.
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The second time it happens, Donnie is pulled out of his whirlwind of thoughts by a single hand on his shoulder.Â
Naturally, he jumps, not having expected that contact when heâs working in his lab alone, smack-dab in the middle of the night. Heâs too scientific and logic-driven to ever assume the existence of ghosts (which are different from spirits, thank you very much Michael), but the sudden touch makes him doubt that fact for a second.
Leo backs up with his hands up apologetically, and Donnie realizes with some amount of mortification he actually hissed at him. The mortification lasts for all of two seconds before he scowls at his twin with all the irritation in the world as he turns off his loud music.Â
âWhat the hell do you want?â He groans at Leo, rubbing his sore eyes.Â
âJust checking in.â Leo says, sounding normal enough, though Donnie picks up a strange note in his voice. He peeks at him between his fingers and catches his eyes look up from his torso just in time.
Looking down, he sees his other hand gripped into a fist, sharp claws extended, held right to the middle of his chest. Shit, he was scratching at his plastron again, the dull ache finally registering in his brain.Â
Itâs a nasty habit heâs had since he was very young, all the complicated feelings of the big, bad world too much for him to handle. His family has been trying for years to help him work through his emotions instead of immediately resorting to this, but apparently all the effort goes to shit the second it gets to debugging, the devilâs favorite method of torture. Donnie turns away, embarrassed but not willing to admit it.Â
Leo thankfully doesnât make a big deal out of it, and flops onto the back of his chair, resting his head at the top. âWhat are you working on?â
âSetting up face identification in the scanners in the Hidden City.â Donnie replies tiredly. âThe mystic orbs they use as cameras are advanced enough to pick up magical signatures, but somehow not enough to track facial features of their various species of mutants and YĆkai. So, Iâm doing it for them.â
Leo snorts. âWow, how altruistic of you.â He leans in further, presumably to try to read the strange symbols that make up their programming language, before Donnie swats at his face.Â
âStop, youâre ruining my concentration.âÂ
âShut up.â He swats back. Annoying
Donnieâs eyes flick over to the corner of the monitor, looking at the time. Wonderful, itâs another night of no sleep for his insomniac twin brother.Â
He sighs. âIâm assuming getting bored to death from Papaâs speech on the various opera singers of the 20th century somehow didnât lure you to sleep?â
âWhat, are you telling me you donât care about the 1950s Maria Callas and Renata Tebaldi drama about their different vocal techniques? Itâs the hottest tea from that side of the century, Don-Don, Iâm disappointed in you.â He dodges the swat from him this time.
Donnie turns up to look at him, noticing his brotherâs heavy eyelids blinking over his sharp eyes, far too awake for someone who hasnât slept in Gaga knows how long. Heâs wearing his soft blue hoodie, the big one that he makes sure is always washed with the rose scent beads for the comforting smell.Â
âIs there anything specific that is keeping you up?â He asks, worried.Â
âNah, not really. Unless you count my dumb brain as a whole, nope.â
âDonât call yourself dumb.â Donnie says, practiced. He stands up and stretches, hearing some impressive cracks from his neck that Leo whistles at.
âIs there anything I can say that will make you try to sleep again?âÂ
âProbably not, if Iâm being honest.â
âOkay, then.â He doesnât argue. If thereâs one thing he knows about his twin is that badgering him about his sleep intake, no matter how worrying, is the best way to get completely shut out by him. And as annoying as he finds Leo on a day-to-day basis, heâs rather fond of the time he gets to spend with him in the middle of the night when it's just the two of them, the disaster twins. âDo you wanna play some Mario Kart instead?â
Leo brightens up. âSnacks?â
âOf course weâll have snacks. I may be crazy, but Iâm not a heathen.â
âOh yeah, sorry, youâre a civilized demon-possessed genius, right?â
âExactly right, my dear brother.â
The twins grab enough popcorn and candy from the pantry to send a tiny child into a coma, but as soon as Leoâs hand moves to the coffee machine, Donnie whacks it with a box of Nerds. âDude, ow?â
âNo more caffeine.â He says sternly.
âOho, that is rich coming from youââ
âYeah, well, deal with it. Otherwise Iâm switching the kitchen permanently to decaf and making myself a secret password protected machine with the good coffee, the extra dark-roasted one.â That shuts Leo up fast.Â
They play and bicker loudly in the soundproof lab, up until the wee hours of the morning. Eventually, Donnie falls asleep with the controller in his hand, only to wake up in the afternoon and find himself resting on the cot with his favorite blanket, battle shell and mask off. His sleepless twin nowhere to be found.Â
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The third time it happens, Raph is having a nightmare about the Krang.Â
Itâs par for the course, really. In the morning, he happens to overhear one of Mikeyâs favorite YouTubers talk about their grief over their late friend who was lost to the bubblegum aliens, so he spends the most of the day in a haze, keeping to himself in the dojo, training, and eating his dinner alone while reading news articles about the reconstruction in New York to repair the damage from their fight.Â
One trigger after another. So itâs no surprise that his dreams are filled with sick pink flesh and yellow eyes, tentacles worming over his body, digging into his brain, sadistic voices of the hive mind overpowering his screams, the feel of a lithe figure in his clutch, nails scratching onto his hand as he tightens his grip on his victim, his brotherâ
The part thatâs surprising, however, is the other presence in his room, comforting, safe. Soft words spoken over his whimpers, warm hands smoothing over his shell as he regains consciousness. âDeep breaths, big bro, youâre okay, youâre safe, I promise you. Try to breathe, please.â
He breathes, turning away from the damp pillow, lifting his head up by his elbows to blink the sleep away. Blood pools back into his body, bones creaking in protest. All four limbs, whole, green, normal.Â
Raph takes in one deep breath, and lets it out with meditative precision. His vision finally clears. Leo is sitting on the corner of his bed, hands anxiously rubbing together but giving him space to get up on his own. Worried eyes ticking over his face before latching onto his, relieved.Â
âHiya, Raphie.â He says with remarkable poise. âOkay?â
Raph slowly scoots up to sit properly, picking up one of his stuffed bears and hugging him. Embarrassment keeps him from meeting Leoâs eyes, burying his face in the soft fake fur. âMhm.â
A hand gently strokes his leg, a comforting, involuntary motion. âLong day?â
â...You could say that.â He agrees. He clears his throat. âWhat time is it?â
âJust after 2.â Leo squeezes his knee. âDo you want me to wake Dad?â
Raph scoffs. âWhat is Dad going to do in the middle of the night? Let him sleep.âÂ
âOkay, how about the other guys? We could turtle pile.â
He shakes his head before Leo finishes. âNo, no, itâs not important, Leo. Let them all sleep.â
âIt is important.â He replies sharply, and Raph blinks up at him. Leoâs sporting his own version of a Raph Chasm, eye-ridges pulled together in a gut-wrenching frown, lips turned down. âYou are important.â
A lump rises in his throat, but he swallows it down. Heâs had enough of Leo stubbornly insisting that he stop dismissing his own emotions over the years, so he says nothing, instead lifting up an arm. Leo immediately snuggles in next to him, shell fitting perfectly under his arm.Â
The tension falls off his frame as his little brother wiggles to get comfortable. Raph sighs, the dregs of his nightmare-fueled dread seeping away with Leo right next to him, the scent of roses in his nose.Â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â He offers.Â
âPizza Supreme, no.â Raph snorts, making Leo huff.Â
âOkay.â He agrees easily. Then, âOh, I almost forgot!â
From the pocket of his hoodie he pulls out his phone, tapping at it for a couple of seconds before holding out the camera. âSnap streak.â
Raph snorts again but obliges his younger brother, putting on some version of a smile as he takes the picture, adding a bunch of unicorn emojis in the corner before showing it to him for approval.Â
He takes the phone, but immediately frowns, zooming in to study Leoâs face. Even though heâs grinning, the exhaustion is practically radiating off him. The red stripes under his eyes are marred with purple bags, eyes squinting with the effort of staying up. He looks like heâs about to pass out almost any second.
Raph sends off the streak, and starts arranging the pillows and stuffed animals around him to make space for two sleeping turtles. He pulls his blanket over Leoâs head, which he, of course, shoves back. âWhat are you doing?â
âTucking you in.â He informs him, dragging him down. âWeâre going to sleep for a very long time.â
âSure, Raphie, whatever you say.â Leo says too easily, and he immediately calls bullshit.Â
âNo, weâre really going to sleep. No more pretending.â He glares at him with one eye open. âPromise?â
Leo hesitates, but then forcibly relaxes himself, nuzzling closer. âIâll try, promise.â
As good as heâs going to get, Raph thinks. He squeezes his brother tight enough for him to wheeze and laugh, wishing him goodnight and eventually falling asleep, nightmares far away. When he wakes up, Leo is on the floor next to the bed, face illuminated by the glow of his phone screen, playing a game of chess. The eye bags seem heavier than ever.Â
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The fourth time it happens, April is trying to catch up on physics homework.Â
Itâs actually ridiculous how she, a journalism major, has to study physics at all, even as a gen-ed. Sheâs a sophomore now, for godâs sake, sheâs supposed to be interning at CNN and MSNBC, or at least spearheading some kind of journaling initiative with a bunch of her classmates. But no, Eastlaird is forcing her to calculate angular momentum and torque for a homework that is apparently not due on Monday, but in the morning on Friday, which is tomorrow. Or more accurately, today, she thinks, warily eyeing the clock on the table that reads 3:35 A.M.
She has maybe one more problem left before she can finally get some sleep, and hopefully get to stay over at the lair for the weekend. She hasnât seen her boys and her Pops in over a month, and the joy of destroying Donnie in the Just Dance competition of their lives is the only motivation getting her through this.Â
April sighs and stretches, cracking her back, before she hears a notification from her phone. Picking it up she sees, ânardođ sent an Instagram reel.â
She sits up in surprise. Why the hell is this idiot awake? And why is he sending her Instagram reels of all things?
âawake???â she texts back, worried. âwhy??â
Seen immediately, typing. âYOU awake why??â
âhomeworkâ
âyuck get away from meâ
April picks at her bottom lip, watching the clock on her desk tick. If Leoâs awake at four in the morning, he hasnât slept all night. She considers texting one of her other brothers to force him to sleep, but hopefully they would all be in bed by now, Donnie included.Â
âhow much coffee did you have in the eveningâ
â...â
âLeo.â
âokok four cupsâ
ânardo you gotta be kidding meâ. April rubs at her face, sighing. Leo knows better than to lie to his big sister, so heâs definitely telling her the truth, but it doesnât make it any easier. Four whole cups of coffee?
âdid you try melatonin? helps me sleep a lot better nowadaysâ
âapes do u even know me, obv melatonin doesnât work on usâ
âdamnâÂ
âur taking it tho?? donât take too much, not good for uâ
âyeah dum-dum, no sleep is not good for YOU have you thought about that?â
No response. Two minutes later, a funny reel.Â
She huffs frustratedly, thinking, before finally deciding to call him on FaceTime, setting the phone against a textbook.
The face that greets her is so fucking worrying that April gapes, not responding to Leoâs raspy greeting. His eyes are completely bloodshot, face gaunt, red stripes practically completely purple now.Â
âYou look like shit.â She says, uncharacteristically blunt. Maybe the lack of sleep and physics is getting to her. How the hell does Donnie do this all the time?
Leo scowls, putting the phone down so all she sees is the dark ceiling of the kitchen. âIf you just called me to insult me, Iâm hanging up.â
âSorry, sorry.â She raises a hand in surrender, pulling her notebook closer and picking up her pencil. âScience is turning my brain to soup, I lost my speaking filter. Youâre still very pretty.â
A second, and Leoâs face comes back into view. âPromise?â
âPinky promise.â She nods, smiling as Leo grins, as brightly as he can with fatigue coming off him in waves. âWhat are you up to?â
âThis guy on YouTube is reviewing the older JJ movies, itâs a four hour long video. And I have Sour Patch Kids, so Iâm happy.â
April bites back the hundreds of worried comments she comes up with, deciding to think a little more tactically. She doesnât want to piss him off again, so telling him to sleep or pointing out his eye-bags is off the table.Â
âYou wanna hear about my homework? Itâs so difficult and horrible, I hate it.â
âI respect your degree, I do, Apes, but how hard can journalism homework even be?â
âItâs physics, man, thatâs the thing. Iâm going to jump out of my window.â She groans, equations swimming behind her eyelids. âIâm like ninety percent sure if I tried explaining this to you I could bore you to sleep.â
Leo chuckles, but thereâs something tired and morose in it. âI wouldnât take that bet.â
She blinks at the bitter tone of his voice, but doesnât call him out on it. Thereâs a lost look in his eyes as he stares off to the side, chewing slowly on his candy. Her big sister instinct rears its head immediately at that.
âDonât worry about it, baby.â April assures him, deciding fuck it, opening up Chegg to find the answer to this last question so she can finish this as fast as possible. âIâll be done in fifteen minutes. Why donât you tell me what this random guy has to say about Pluto Vacation IV, and Iâll tell you how valid that is.â
By the time the sun rises, and Leo hangs up to go help Mikey make breakfast, April has turned in not only physics, but has finished all of the rest of her homework. She starts to pack, a plan ready in her mind.
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They donât let it happen a fifth time.Â
Leo sighs, letting his head fall onto his bed, hiding his eyes from the fairy lights in his room. Normally, they look so pretty and aesthetic, but ever since this new bout of insomnia hit him, a lot of things have been bothering him more than usual. And heâs currently too exhausted to get up and turn it off on his own.Â
He groans, reaching for his phone, because what else is he going to do? His brain is too tired for anything other than mindless scrolling, and if Raph asks him to train today he might just burst into tears. The time reads 12 P.M., a very productive time of day for the majority of planet Earth. The minority includes him apparently, as he pulls up one of his old blankets over his head, and settles in for an afternoon of TikTok.
The door to his train car opens quietly. Leo blinks, emerging from his nest to look up.Â
Mikey stands at the doorway, sunshine smile on display. He sees his eyes scan his face, and the sunshine dims a bit, but he still says excitedly, âHi, Lee! April just got back, weâre doing a sleepover!â
âOh â oh yay!â His delayed response throws his act off a little. Donât get him wrong, he is so happy his sister is back, itâs just heâd really rather not do a sleepover tonight where he has to spend another eight hours pretending to be asleep next to his peacefully resting siblings. âThatâs great, Iâll be right there.â
Mikey nods but doesnât leave, so Leo has to go through the excruciating process of forcing himself up and out of the room with a performative smile painted on his face. Mikey hooks his elbow with his, walking in step with him to the living room.Â
He finds Raph and April talking, a bag carelessly dropped next to her feet. She catches sight of him and grins immediately, raising her arms. Leo can see the conscious effort it takes for her to not linger on his eye bags, heâs been needing a lot of that too lately.
âHi, Apes.â He mumbles into her shoulder as she tightly squeezes him.
âHi, Leo.â She replies warmly. âMissed you so much.â
A large hand rests on his shell, and he looks up to see Raph smile down at him. âWanna join in on the hug fest, Raphie?â
âHa, donât worry, thereâs gonna be plenty to go around in the sleepover soon.â He chuckles.Â
âSoon?â Leo asks, and Raph points a thumb to the entrance. Leo turns around to see Donnie and Mikey walk in with a bunch of blankets and pillows in their arms. One of the spider limbs in Donnieâs battle shell is holding Raphâs largest teddy bear, the other holding his blue hoodie he couldnât find in the morning.Â
âWeâre doing a sleepover now? Itâs literally noon.â
âWeâve hit critical condition.â Donnie informs him primly, dropping the blankets in the middle of the floor. âYouâve been awake for too long.â
His mood sours immediately. He knows, okay? Heâs aware that not sleeping for days at a time isnât healthy, and he knows he looks like shit, but people donât have to keep commenting on it.Â
âDonât pout.â Mikey wheedles into his side, giving him another squeeze. âWeâre gonna help, I promise.â
âRight.â Leo says, disbelief clear in his voice, before something rose-scented smacks him in the face. âHey!â
âYouâre welcome.â Donnie responds, starting to move the furniture to make enough room for the blanket fort. âYour favorite hoodie, freshly washed with softener and your scent beads.â
Leo pulls it over his head, the familiar comforting smell easing some of his tension, the soft texture making him feel like heâs being swallowed whole. âThanks.â He says quietly, hoping they canât hear the croak in his voice.Â
Donnie pauses in his ministrations for a millisecond before getting back to work with more gusto, him and Mikey setting up an impressive fort that could withstand five siblings. While Leo watches them, Raph taps him on his shoulder, and heâs offered a cup of freshly made chamomile and lavender tea, steam curling on top. The thoughtfulness almost makes him cry as he gives him a wobbly smile in return, taking a sip. Itâs the perfect temperature, splash of milk and sweetened with honey, just how he likes it.Â
He feels April at his back, gently untying the knot of his mask, carefully folding it and walking to his room to put it away. She comes back with his fuzzy Christmas socks.
âYou guys.â Leo tries, feeling emotionally wrung out and sore. âYou donât have to do this.â
âShut up.â Three turtles reply in unison, breaking out into chuckles. Raph guides him to the center of the fort, making him sit down and rest on the biggest pillow. He finishes his tea as Mikey puts the teddy bear under his other arm and April puts the socks on him, brain too fuzzy to protest.Â
He jolts out of his fog when he feels something pressing down on him. He looks up to see Donnie tuck him in under his purple weighted blanket, the one he uses on his bad days. Heâs awash with the clean scent of roses, as tears fill up in Leoâs eyes unbidden. He tries to blink them back. âDonâŠâ
âHush.â Donnie replies, quietly, and Leo sees the lights in the room have been dimmed, his other siblings wearing their pajamas and getting ready to pile. âStop using your brain. Itâs sleeping time now.â
âWow, I never thought thereâd be a day when Hamato Donatello would actually tell me to âstop using my brainâ.â He croaks out.
Leo prepares for the obligatory joke about him not having a brain in the first place, but Donnie just gives him an amused look in return, speaking softly but matter-of-factly, âYour brain is hurting my twin. So stop using it.â
A ball of emotion lodges in his throat that keeps him from speaking out loud, so he just nods. He gets a head pat for his troubles that heâs too emotional to block away.
Eventually, Donnie lies down next to him, their arms pressed together. Mikey nestles into a ball on his other side, snuggling close. Raph settles behind their heads, turning to his side and curling around them all protectively. April throws her feet over their legs, playfully kicking him in the shin.Â
Leo chokes on a laugh, tears soundlessly rolling onto the pillow. This has been one of the longest weeks of his life, hours in the middle of the night spent staring mindlessly at the ceiling, into the middle distance, into the New York skyline. The darkness seeping into his body, harsh, cold. A high pitched hum in his ears, heaviness in his eyes.
Right now though, he feels warm and loved and exhausted beyond belief. But not alone. Never alone.Â
âThanks, guys.â He finally whispers.Â
Donnie gently bonks his head with his own, affection clear in the action. Mikey presses a loud kiss onto his bicep. âYouâre welcome, big bro.â
Raph strokes his head. âSleep, Leo.â
âWe love you, Nardo.â April says, nudging his foot. âWe got you.â
Leo smiles. He trusts them, they got him. He closes his eyes and pulls on his night mask. The demons of the night donât stand a chance against the warm glow of his family. He finally falls asleep.Â
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hello !! i love your bucky stories sm and i was wondering if i could request a oneshot ? basically bucky is dating reader (female or gn it doesnât matter) but theyâre in a secret relationship because sheâs john walkers sister and maybe john walker finds out and gets super angry about it. i always see this with reader being a stark but i think it would be funny if reader was a walker instead !!
please take your time and you donât have to do this request do you donât want to :)
Secret's Out || Thunderbolt!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Characters: Bucky Barnes, F!Reader, Alexei Shotakov, John Walker Themes: Funny? And a Very angry John Walker.. A/N: I hope this is funny enough and lives up to your expecations.đ«Ą Thanks for the request, it was fun to write lol.
You knew it was going to be a nightmare when you started dating Bucky Barnes. Sure, youâd expected a few challenges: navigating a relationship with a super-soldier, keeping it secret from prying eyes, and, oh, the minor issue of dealing with your brotherâJohn Walker. Captain America Wannabe himself.
John had a temperâone you tried to avoid at all costs. So, dating Bucky in secret had seemed like the best option. But then the Thunderbolts happened, and you ended up on the same team. It was a mess waiting to happen, and today, it all blew up in the most spectacularly hilarious way.
It started in the break room of the base. You were perched on the counter, sipping a cup of coffee, when Alexeiâbig, brash, and Russian through and throughâsauntered in, practically tripping over his own feet. Bucky was leaning beside you, his eyes flicking to the door every few seconds, alert as always. You could feel the tension rolling off him.
âRelax, itâs just coffee,â you teased, bumping your shoulder against his. âNobodyâs going to suspect anything.â
âExcept the fact that youâre sitting on the counter,â he grumbled. âWhich is something you only do whenââ
âWhen she is being sneaky sneaky with you, eh?â Alexeiâs booming voice interrupted, and you nearly choked on your coffee. âLike little rabbits!â
âAlexei!â Bucky hissed, glancing around frantically. âWill you shut up!â
But it was too late. A familiar shadow loomed in the doorway, and there stood John Walker, his eyes narrowing like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. He crossed his arms over his chest, the classic âbig brother ready to punch a guy in the faceâ stance.
âWhatâs he talking about?â Johnâs voice was dangerously calm. âSneaky⊠sneaky?â
You shot Bucky a panicked look, but before you could come up with some ridiculous excuse, Alexei clapped Bucky on the back, sending him stumbling forward.
âHa! You know, Bucky is like big secret squirrel with relationship. Always hiding like spy movie!â Alexei grinned, clearly oblivious to the murderous expression on Johnâs face. âBut I see you two! Many times! Kissing behind gym! Very romantic.â
Johnâs jaw tightened, his face turning a shade of red that was almost comicalâif it werenât for the fact that you knew how dangerous your brother could get when he was angry. He took one step forward, and you slid off the counter, putting yourself between him and Bucky.
âJohn, calm down. Itâs notââ
âAre you kidding me?!â John exploded. âHim? Of all the guys in the world, you picked him?â
Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but Johnâs glare cut him off. âDonât even try, Barnes. Youâyouâre supposed to be on my team! And youâre sneaking around with my sister?!â
âSneaking is strong word,â Alexei interjected with a dismissive wave. âThey justâhow you Americans sayâbonk like bunnies?â
âAlexei!â you and Bucky shouted simultaneously, your faces heating up.
âWhat?â Alexei blinked at you, then shrugged. âIt is truth, no? Bucky says all timeââI canât come to mission brief, Iâm withâââ
Buckyâs arm shot out, clapping a hand over Alexeiâs mouth. âShut. Up.â
Alexei grinned behind Buckyâs hand, clearly enjoying himself. You, on the other hand, were not. Johnâs expression was pure, unadulterated rage, his nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge.
âOkay, okay,â you held up your hands, trying to defuse the situation. âItâs not what it looks likeââ
âSo you havenât been secretly dating thisâthisââ John struggled to find the words, gesturing wildly at Bucky. âThis guy?â
Bucky cleared his throat. âI think you mean thisâman?â
âShut up, Barnes!â John barked. âIâm not talking to you!â
You groaned, rubbing your temples. âJohn, itâs not a big dealââ
âNot a big deal? Heâs supposed to have my back on missions, not beâbeââ John spluttered, waving his arms around as if that would somehow convey his outrage better. âIâm going to kill you.â
âHe will not kill you,â Alexei commented cheerfully. âMaybe just break couple of bones. But that is normal in family.â
âAlexei,â Bucky growled, âyouâre not helping.â
âWhat? Why is everyone so upset? We should celebrate, da?â Alexei beamed, raising his arms as if to welcome the idea of a party. âCome! We do shots of vodka! In Russia, we celebrate when sister finds man to keep bed warm!â
âAlexei!â you hissed, feeling your face burn.
âOr, you know,â Alexei continued, undeterred, âwhen man finds bed to keep sisterââ
âARE YOU SAYING HEâS BEEN FUCKING MY SISTER?!â John roared, his voice echoing off the walls. âBarnes, youâre dead!â
âWait, no!â Bucky stepped back, his hands raised in surrender, but John wasnât having it. He lunged forward, and Bucky dodged to the side, barely avoiding a swing that wouldâve knocked him out cold.
âJohn!â you yelled, but it was useless. He was in full-blown Big Brother Meltdown Mode now.
âYouâve been sleeping with my sister?! Youâve beenââ
âHey, hey, hey, letâs not jump to conclusions!â Bucky stammered, backpedaling rapidly. âItâs notâItâs not like that!â
âOh, itâs not? So you havenât beenâwhat did Alexei say?âbonking like bunnies?â Johnâs voice dripped with venom.
âUmââ
âRUN, BUCKY!â you shrieked as John lunged again.
Bucky took off like a bullet, sprinting down the hallway with John hot on his heels, cursing up a storm. They skidded around corners, ducked through doors, and raced past stunned agents who barely had time to jump out of the way.
Alexei strolled out of the break room, whistling casually as he watched John chase Bucky in circles around the main atrium.
âAh, young love,â he mused aloud, stroking his beard. âIs good for health. Lots of cardio.â
John caught sight of Alexei and yelled, âStay out of this, Russian bear!â
âBear?â Alexeiâs eyes twinkled mischievously. âDa, I am bear! Bear of love and wisdom! I say you should calm down. Maybe do some breathing exerciseââ
âCALM DOWN?!â John bellowed, his face turning an alarming shade of purple. âIâm going to kill him!â
Alexei sighed, shaking his head. âAmericans⊠so dramatic.â With a swift stride, he closed the distance to the two men still racing in circles. Before you could process what was happening, Alexei reached out, grabbed Bucky and John by the collars, and effortlessly lifted them off the ground like two misbehaving puppies.
âEnough,â he said firmly, holding them both up as they flailed helplessly. âYou are giving me headache.â
âPut me down, you Russian lunatic!â John kicked out, his fists still swinging in Buckyâs general direction. âLet me at him!â
âNyet.â Alexei tilted his head to the side, peering down at John. âYou need chill pill. Maybe shot of vodka.â
âAlexei!â you shouted, running up to them. âPut them down!â
âOkay, okay, fine.â With a huff, Alexei dropped them both unceremoniously onto the floor. John scrambled to his feet, but Alexei placed a giant hand on his shoulder, holding him in place with absurd ease. âJohn Walker, you need relax. Is normal for sister to date handsome man. Builds strong family, da?â
âStrongâstrong family?â John spluttered, glaring daggers at Bucky, who was still sprawled on the ground, catching his breath. âIâm going toââ
âNo.â Alexeiâs voice rumbled, his eyes glinting with amusement. âYou want fight? You fight Alexei.â
John hesitated, glancing up at the towering Russian. âUhâŠâ
âThought so.â Alexei grinned, giving John a little shake. âNow. You will go get drink, calm down. And BuckyâŠâ He looked down at the man still lying on the floor. âYou will⊠eh⊠no more bonking until brother says okay.â
You slapped a hand over your face, groaning loudly. âAlexei!â
âWhat?â He blinked at you innocently. âI am helping!â
âYeah, thanks a lot, buddy,â Bucky muttered, rubbing his neck as he hauled himself to his feet.
John let out a long, suffering sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. âI need a damn drink.â
âAh! Good idea! I join!â Alexei beamed, steering John toward the mess hall. âCome, we talk about sister. Very smart, very strong. Make good wife, no?â
As the two of them disappeared down the hallway, you turned to Bucky, who was still massaging his throat where Alexei had grabbed him.
"You okay?" you asked, resisting the urge to burst out laughing at the whole absurd situation.
"Yeah," Bucky wheezed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Iâm fine, but your brother... Heâs insane."
You snorted. "Takes one to know one."
Bucky shot you a wry grin, but his eyes flicked down the hallway where John and Alexei had gone. âDo you think heâs actually going to calm down, or is Alexei just making it worse?â
âHard to say. Alexeiâs version of calming someone down is offering them a bear hug and vodka shots.â
Bucky groaned, running a hand through his hair. âIâm dead, arenât I?â
âMaybe not dead,â you teased, poking his chest. âBut possibly maimed. Severely bruised. Broken bones, if weâre being realistic.â
âGreat, thanks for the pep talk, doll.â
âAnytime, babe.â
Bucky glanced down the hall again, then back at you, his expression softening. âSo, weâre not hiding anymore, huh?â
âDoesnât look like it.â You glanced around the empty atrium, then stepped closer, lowering your voice. âI know itâs not how we planned for it to happen, but⊠Iâm kind of relieved. No more sneaking around.â
He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. âYeah. There is something nice about that.â His hand brushed against yours, fingers intertwining.
You smiled up at him, heart fluttering as he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. But before you could enjoy it, a loud, irritated voice echoed down the hall.
âARE YOU TWO KISSING AGAIN?!â Johnâs furious shout reverberated through the base. âSERIOUSLY?!â
Bucky pulled back, eyes wide. âCrap.â
âOh, you are so dead,â you whispered with a grin, shoving him away. âRun!â
âRight!â Bucky shot off like a rocket, sprinting down the hallway in the opposite direction. You followed at a slower pace, watching with equal parts horror and amusement as John rounded the corner, still bright red and fuming, and took off after Bucky like a man possessed.
âDONâT YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME, BARNES!â John hollered, picking up speed. âIâM GONNA RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!â
âReally?â Bucky called over his shoulder. âLike I need another metal one? Iâll pass, thanks!â
âOh, youâre gonna need more than a metal arm after Iâm done with you!â John shouted, his voice reaching a new pitch of anger.
âBetter keep up then, Cap!â Bucky taunted, his laughter echoing down the hallway.
You couldnât help itâyou doubled over, laughing so hard your sides hurt. This was chaos, pure and absolute chaos, and you wouldnât change it for the world.
âBozhe moi, Americans are strange,â Alexeiâs voice rumbled from behind you.
You straightened, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes as you turned to face him. âYou think weâre strange?â
âDa.â He nodded solemnly. âIs like watching two squirrels fight over same nut.â
âPretty sure Buckyâs the nut here,â you muttered.
âDa. And your brother⊠big angry squirrel.â
âSounds about right.â You sighed, glancing down the hallway where you could still hear the distant echoes of Johnâs yelling and Buckyâs laughter.
Alexei patted you on the shoulder, his grin wide and toothy. âDo not worry. I keep them from killing each other.â
âIâm pretty sure if anyoneâs going to kill anyone, itâll be John killing Bucky.â
âDa, da. Bucky will be fine.â Alexei shrugged. âMetal arm, very strong.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYou think a metal arm is going to protect him from Johnâs wrath?â
Alexeiâs eyes twinkled. âNyet. But is fun to watch.â He paused, looking thoughtful. âShould I get popcorn?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âNo, I think Iâve had enough excitement for one day.â
âIs too bad.â Alexei sighed dramatically, like a child denied a treat. âVery entertaining. Maybe next time I make bets.â
You blinked. âBets?â
âDa!â Alexei nodded enthusiastically. âWho will winâAngry Squirrel or Annoying Nut?â
âAlexei,â you said slowly, a grin spreading across your face. âYouâre evil.â
âOnly little bit,â he agreed, then gave a playful wink. âI keep them in line. You go. Relax. Be pretty, like sister who is not dating big squirrel.â
âIâll try,â you said dryly, smiling despite yourself.
âGo! Go!â He waved you off, then turned on his heel, striding purposefully down the hallway after John and Bucky. âOkay, boys! Enough running like chickens! You want to fight, you fight big Russian! Come! I am ready!â
You watched, still grinning, as Alexeiâs deep, booming voice echoed through the base, drowning out Johnâs angry shouting and Buckyâs laughter.
It seemed that your secret was out in the most ridiculous way possible. But youâd take it, insanity and allâbecause, somehow, amidst the chaos and yelling and chase scenes through the base, it felt like everything was going to be just fine.
Even if it meant Bucky getting his ass kicked by your overprotective brother⊠right after Alexei had his fun, of course.
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Previously: After overhearing Wade and Weasel discuss his unresolved feelings for Vanessa, Y/n panicked and fled the bar. Realizing how much his words had hurt her, Wade chased after her. Tragically, just as he was about to reach her, Y/n was struck by a truck, leaving Wade devastated as he watched her die.
This story takes place between the second and third movies (warning: not 100% movie/comic accurate)
Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x (fem!)Reader
Genre: Angst, revenge, Fanfiction, Marvel
Warnings: Movie Spoilers! Explicit content, swearing, torture, mental health, weapons, characters death
Word count: 4168
Wade's entire world had shattered in an instant. He was kneeling on the cold, unforgiving pavement, cradling Y/n's lifeless body in his arms, as if he could will her back to life with sheer desperation alone.
The chaos of the world around him: the blaring sirens, the flashing red and blue lights, the distant murmur of concerned voices- was nothing but a blur. All that mattered was the lifeless weight in his arms, the chill that had already settled into her skin, and the way her once bright eyes were now dull and vacant.
"Please... please, don't do this to me," Wade whispered, his voice breaking as he rocked back and forth, clutching her to his chest. His breath hitched, tears blurring his vision as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo, clinging to the last remnants of her presence. "I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry...".
But his words were met with only silence. Her chest did not rise or fall. There was no reassuring heartbeat, no sign of the warmth that had once filled her eyes with life and laughter. Wade's hands trembled as he smoothed her hair back, trying to memorize every detail of her face, knowing deep down that this was the last time he would ever see her like this.
The blood that stained the street was still warm, mixed with the tears that dripped from his chin. It clung to his hands, a harsh reminder of his failure. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, each one more painful than the last as he choked on the guilt that consumed him.
"It's my fault," he whispered to her, his voice trembling with the weight of his own self-hatred. "I should have been honest with you... I could have stopped you... Why couldn't I even open my fucking mouth like I always do?".
But there was no answer, only the cold, indifferent night stretching out before him.
He barely registered the approaching footsteps, the shadowed figures of the paramedics moving closer, their expressions grave as they realized there was nothing they could do. They exchanged worried glances, whispering among themselves as they tried to figure out how to handle the situation.
One of them, a woman with a kind face, knelt down beside Wade, her voice soft, careful. "Sir... I'm so sorry, but we need toâ"
"Don't fucking touch her!" Wade's voice was a raw snarl as he recoiled from her, his arms tightening around Y/n as if he could somehow shield her from the reality of what had happened.
He looked up at the paramedic, his eyes wild with a mix of grief and rage, daring her to come closer. "She's not gone. She's not gone!"
The woman hesitated, her hand hovering just above his shoulder, unsure whether to comfort him or back away. She could see the pain engrave into every line of his face, the desperation in his voice that tore at her heartstrings. But she knew that they couldn't leave the scene like this. They needed to take Y/b's body, to give her some semblance of peace, even if Wade was not ready to accept it.
"Wade... Man..." A familiar voice cut through the haze of grief, and Wade turned his head to see Weasel standing a few feet away, his face pale and stricken with horror. He looked like he didn't know what to say, his usual sarcasm and wit buried under the crushing weight of the moment. "You've got to let them... Let them take her. You can't... She's gone, Wade. She's really gone."
Wade shook his head violently, the words not even registering as he tightened his grip on Y/n's body, as if the utter force of his denial could somehow change the reality of the situation. "No, she's not. She's just hurt... She's going to wake up... She has to wake up."
Weasel's heart broke at the sight of his friend, the man who had always seemed invincible, reduced to this: a broken, shattered mess of grief and guilt.
He took a tentative step closer, his voice trembling with emotion as he tried to reach Wade. "Wade... please, man... this isn't your fault. You've got to let go... you've got to let her go."
But Wade was not listening. He could not hear anything over the overwhelming guilt that consumed him like a fire. This was his fault. If he had been there, if he had been faster, if he had just done something differently, she wouldn't be lying here, lifeless in his arms.
He barely noticed when Dopinder arrived, the taxi driver's normally cheerful manner completely shattered by the sight before him. He stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the sceneâthe blood, the crumpled form of Y/n, and Wade's unhinged state.
"Weasel... I'm done cleaning the toilets-" Dopinder's voice was a broken attempt at normalcy, his mind clearly struggling to process what he was seeing. But as soon as he fully registered the scene before him, his stomach twisted violently, and he turned away, vomiting uncontrollably onto Weasle's Hawaii shirt. The acidic smell of bile mixed with the metallic tang of blood in the air, creating a nauseating cocktail that clung to the back of everyone's throats.
Weasel barely reacted to the vomit now dripping down his shirt, his focus entirely on Wade. "Damn it, Dopinder," he muttered under his breath, though there was no real anger in his voice- just a deep, extremely tired sadness. He shot Dopinder a look that said it all: *Stay back. Let me handle this.*
The paramedics tried to move closer again, but Wade's grip on Y/n only tightened, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold on. "Get away!" he screamed, his voice breaking, raw with the agony that tore through him.
He reached out blindly, grabbing a jagged piece of metal that had broken off from the truck during the accident. He swung it at the paramedics, his eyes wild, daring them to come any closer. "You're not taking her from me! You hear me?! She's not fucking gone!"
Weasel's heart ached as he watched his friend unravel, knowing that there was nothing he could say or do to pull Wade out of the mess that was consuming him. But he could not let this continue. He could not let Wade destroy himself any further. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, trying to keep his voice steady, even as his own grief threatened to spill over.
"Wade, listen to me," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You need to let them help. Y/n... she's not in pain anymore. She's... she's at peace. But you... you've got to let them do their job, man. You've got to let her go."
But Wade was not hearing any of it. He was lost in his own mind, the words barely registering as his vision began to blur, the edges of the world around him starting to go dark. His grip on the metal weakened, his hands shaking uncontrollably as his body finally began to give out under the overwhelming weight of his grief.
"I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry..." Wade's voice was barely more than a whisper as he slumped forward, the piece of metal slipping from his grasp and clattering to the ground. His vision darkened completely, and the last thing he heard before everything went black was the sound of his own heart shattering into a million pieces.
Wade woke up gasping for air as if he had just surfaced from drowning. His head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and his entire body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. Blinking against the harsh light filtering through the curtains, his heart pounding in his chest as the memories of what had happened crashed over him like a tidal wave.
Y/n. The accident. Her lifeless body in his arms.
The pain hit him like a sledgehammer, knocking the wind out of him as he struggled to sit up, only to find himself sinking back into the cushions of the couch. The familiar scent of cigarette smoke and cocaine clung to the air, and it didn't take him long to realize where he was.
Althea's apartment. Of course. The last refuge of the damned.
He groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead as he tried to make sense of it all. How had he ended up here? What had happened after he had blacked out?
Before he could piece it all together, Althea emerged from the shadows, a cigarette hanging from her lips, her expression as unreadable as ever. She looked at him with a mixture of pity and despair, as if she had seen this exact scenario play out a hundred times before.
"You're awake," she said, her voice flat, detached, as she took a long drag from her cigarette. She exhaled the smoke in a slow, steady stream, watching him through her sunglasses that seemed to see right through him. "About fucking time."
Wade tried to sit up again, his muscles protesting with every movement, but he forced himself to push through the pain. "What the hell happened?" he croaked, his voice rough and rough from disuse. "How did I... how did I get here?"
Althea sighed, rolling her eyes as she stubbed out her cigarette in the overflowing ashtray beside her. "You passed out, Wade," she said, her voice devoid of any real sympathy. "Weasel and Dopinder brought you here. They were in a panic, going on about some accident... and, well, it wasn't hard to put the pieces together."
Wade's stomach churned as the memory of the night came rushing back, hitting him like a punch to the gut. Y/n's lifeless body, the blood, the overwhelming sense of helplessness...
He could feel the bile rising in his throat, but he swallowed it down, his hands balling into fists as he tried to keep himself grounded in the present.
"Where is she?" His voice came out as a strained whisper, almost as if he was afraid of the answer. "Y/n... where did they take her?"
Althea hesitated, her usual stoic behaviour cracking just enough for Wade to see the unease flickering behind her eyes. She looked away, picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of her jacket as if the act could somehow delay her answer.
"They took her to the morgue, Wade," she finally said, her tone softening, almost as if she was trying to ease him into the truth. "She... she was officially declared dead at the scene."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence, and for a moment, Wade felt like the ground had opened up beneath him, threatening to swallow him whole. He couldn't breathe, could not think- his mind was a carousel of images, memories of Y/n flashing before his eyes, all of them met with the sickening realization that she was gone. She was really gone.
"No..." Wade whispered, his voice breaking as the reality of it all came crashing down. "No, this can't be happening. This can't be fucking happening."
Althea did not say anything. There was nothing she could say. She knew better than to offer empty lies, to pretend like there was anything that could make this better. Instead, she just watched as Wade's world crumbled around him, the pain radiating off him in waves so intense it was almost touchable.
Wade's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his chest tightening as a sense of overwhelming panic began to set in. Memories of Y/n flooded his mind: her laugh, the way she used to look at him with that mixture of love and exasperation, the way she made him feel like he was worth something, like he was more than just the sum of his scars and mistakes.
He felt like he was drowning, the air sucked out of his lungs as the world around him started to spin. His vision blurred, the edges of the room closing in as he clutched at his chest, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might explode.
"Wade," Althea said sharply, her voice cutting through the fog of his panic. "Breathe. You need to fucking breathe."
But Wade could not. The memories were too much, the pain too overwhelming. He doubled over, clutching at his head as if he could somehow stop the many images that were tearing him apart from the inside out.
"I can't... I can't do this," Wade gasped, his voice trembling as he fought to hold himself together. "I can't... I can't live without her."
Althea's expression softened, a flicker of something almost resembling compassion crossing her features. She moved closer, reaching out a hand to steady him, but Wade flinched away, his mind too consumed by his own torment to accept any form of comfort.
For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the ragged rhythm of Wade's breathing as he fought to keep himself from going insane any further. But then, cutting through the stillness like a knife, a sound broke through the chaos- a shrill, insistent ringing that filled the room, that had surrounded them.
Wade's head snapped up, his heart skipping a beat as he registered the sound. It was a phone, the shrilling ringtone of the Star Wars OST echoing through the small apartment, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts and forcing him back into the present. He fumbled for the device, his hands still shaking as he pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen.
The number was unfamiliar, but there was something about the timing, the wrongness of it all, that made his blood run cold. His instincts were screaming at him, telling him that whatever this call was, it was not going to bring good news.
He hesitated for a split second, his thumb hovering over the answer button, but then he forced himself to press it, bringing the phone to his ear. "Hello?" His voice was strained, barely more than a rasp as he forced the word out.
There was a pause on the other end, a crackling that made his heart pound even harder. And then, a voice- a voice that was clipped, professional, but with an edge of something that Wade could not quite place. "Mr. Wilson? This is Officer McCready from the city morgue."
Wade's blood ran cold, his heart dropping into his stomach as he heard the words. The morgue.
Y/n.
The sickening realization of what this call was about hit him like a freight train, but he forced himself to stay on the line, to hear what the officer had to say.
"There's... been an incident," the officer continued, his tone growing more uncertain as if he was not sure how to proceed. "Y/n... her body... it's missing."
Wade's mind went blank, the words not registering at first, as if they were too surreal, too impossible to comprehend. "What... what the fuck are you talking about?" he finally managed to choke out, his voice barely more than a whisper as the world tilted on its axis.
"We... we don't know how it happened," the officer stammered, clearly just as unsettled by the situation as Wade was. "The security footage... it's missing, and there were no signs of a break-in, but... her body's gone. It's not here. We've searched everywhere, but... it's just gone."
Wade's heart hammered in his chest, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the information. Gone? How could she be gone? He had seen her- he had held her cold, lifeless body in his arms. She was dead. He had seen the blood, felt the absence of her heartbeat.
And yet...
A little of hope, irrational and impossible, started to take root in his mind, fighting against the overwhelming grief that had consumed him. What if she wasn't really gone? What if... what if this was all some mistake? What if...?
But the logical part of his brain, the part that had been forged in pain and loss, pushed back against the hope, crushing it before it could take hold. No. This was not a miracle. This was something else, something dark, twisted.
Someone had taken her. Someone had stolen her body, desecrating the last remnant of her existence. The thought made his stomach turn, his hands clenching into fists as a surge of anger and despair crashed over him.
"What do you mean, she's gone?" Wade growled into the phone, his voice low and dangerous, barely restrained. "How the hell does a body just go missing? What kind of sick joke is this?"
The officer's voice wavered, clearly unnerved by Wade's barely contained fury. "I-I don't know, Mr. Wilson," he stammered. "We're investigating, but... we thought you should know. We're doing everything we can to find her..."
But Wade was not listening anymore. He dropped the phone, his mind reeling as the officer's words echoed in his head. Gone. Her body was gone.
The room started to spin, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as the walls seemed to close in around him. This was not happening. This could not be happening. Not again. Not to her. He felt like he was on the edge of some abyss, holding on a branch that could snap any moment.
Althea watched him, her expression unreadable, but her eyes were dark with something that looked almost like pity. She had seen this kind of grief before, had witnessed the way it could tear a person apart from the inside out.
"Wade," she said softly, almost cautiously, as if she were approaching a wild animal. "You need to calm down. We'll figure this out. There's got to be an explanation."
But Wade wasn't hearing her. He was already on his feet, his movements uncoordinated as he stumbled toward the door. He had to find her. He had to figure out what the hell was going on. He could not lose her, not like this. Not when he had already failed her once.
"I have to go," Wade muttered, more to himself than to Althea, his voice hollow as he fumbled with the doorknob.
"I have to... I have to find her..."
But as he reached for the door, the weight of everything crashed down on him all at once, and his knees buckled beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, his hands shaking uncontrollably as the panic attack he had been holding in finally overtook him.
Althea was at his side in an instant, her hands hovering uncertainly above him, unsure whether to comfort or restrain. Wade's breath came in short, shallow gasps, his chest heaving as the panic attack consumed him, pulling him under like a riptide.
His vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges as the room spun around him. He clutched at the floor, his fingers scraping against the worn carpet as if trying to ground himself, but it was no use. The memories, the guilt, the overwhelming sense of loss, it all crashed over him, threatening to drown him.
"Wade, listen to me," Althea said firmly, her voice cutting through his panic. She grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look at her, to focus on something other than the whirlwind in his mind. "You need to breathe, okay? In and out, slowly. Come on, you've done this before with gun smoke. You can do it again, just not with that type of smoke- Whatever, you know what I mean."
But Wade was barely hearing her. His thoughts were a chaotic mess, spiraling out of control as the reality of what had happened- what was still happening, tore at him from the inside out. Y/n was gone, her body stolen, desecrated, and he had not been able to protect her. He had failed her, just like he had failed everyone he would ever cared about.
Althea shook him, hard, snapping him out of the worst of the spiral. "Wade, snap out of it!" she snapped, her voice sharp and commanding, pulling him back to the present, if only for a moment. "You're no good to anyone like this. You need to pull yourself together."
Wade's breath hitched, and he forced himself to focus on her voice, clinging to it like a lifeline. He sucked in a ragged breath, then another, trying to steady the wild beating of his heart. The room slowly came back into focus, the edges of his vision clearing as the worst of the panic began to go away.
"That's it," Althea murmured, her tone softening as she saw him begin to calm down. "Just breathe. You're okay. You're going to be okay."
How could he be okay when the person who had meant everything to him was gone? How could he ever be okay again?
He let out a shaky breath, his hands still trembling as he slumped back against the wall, his strength completely drained.
"Why?" Wade's voice was a broken whisper, the question hanging in the air between them. He did not know if he was asking her, the universe, or himself. "Why did this happen? Why didn't I say something in the bar?"
Althea did not have an answer. She knew better than to offer false comfort or empty words. Instead, she sat down beside him, her presence a silent reminder that he was not alone, even if it felt like he was.
For a long moment, they just sat there, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside, the world continuing on as if nothing had changed, as if Wade's entire world had not just been ripped apart.
Althea nodded, her expression unreadable as she studied him. "I know," she said quietly, her tone carrying a weight of understanding. "But you can't do this alone. You're not in any shape to be running off half-cocked, looking for answers. You need help."
Wade wanted to argue, wanted to tell her that he didn't need anyone, that he could do this on his own. But the truth was, he was barely holding it together. He was a mess, his mind a mixed tangle of grief, guilt, and anger, and he knew that if he tried to do this alone, it would destroy him.
"I don't know what to do," he admitted, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. It felt like defeat, like admitting weakness, but he was too exhausted, too broken to care. "I don't even know where to start."
Althea considered him for a moment, then reached for her phone, flipping through her contacts. "We'll figure it out," she said firmly, her tone allowing no argument. "I'll make some calls. We'll get Weasel and Dopinder back here. They'll help. We'll all figure this out together."
Wade closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. It was not much, but it was something, a little of hope, a thread holding him together. He nodded slowly, too tired to protest, too worn down by grief and guilt to argue.
As Althea made her calls, Wade leaned his head back against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling. The pain was still there, a deep, ache in his chest that refused to let go.
He was going to find her. He was going to get her back, no matter what it took. And whoever was responsible for this, whoever had taken her from him- they were going to pay.
Wade did not know how he was going to do it, or what he would find when he did. But he knew one thing for certain: this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
The phone in Althea's hand buzzed again, another call coming through, and she glanced at the screen before holding it out to Wade. "It's Weasel," she said, her voice steady. "He's on his way."
Wade took the phone, his grip tightening as he steeled himself for what was to come. "We're going to find her," he said, more to himself than to Althea. "We're going to find her, and we're going to make this right."
Althea did not respond, but the look in her eyes said enough. She believed him, or at least she was willing to help him see this through, no matter how dark the road ahead might be.
As the minutes ticked by, Wade let the resolve settle into his bones, his mind slowly beginning to clear as he prepared himself for what was to come. He did not know where this path would lead, or if he would ever truly find peace. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty:
He was not going to stop until he had answers. Until he had her back.
And if he had to tear the world apart to do it, so be it.
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hello:) could i request a oneshot of new jeans' reaction to danielle being even more smiley and just so in love with her s/o? like disgustingly so
cuz i can just imagine danielle being the type of person who just wont shut up about the person they loveđ
have a great day!!
take her away, marsh danielle
hanni groans in discomfort and annoyance, seeking her given break and slumping further into her beanbag as danielle's daily rambling about you continue to grow larger and longer, maturing disgustingly sweet with each and every word. "god i just love her so much and-"
"enough, please! i can't take it anymore! my single ears can't take this much torture! i know you love her so, so much but please, tone it down a little."
danielle only smiles at the older girl in response, far too enthused with the topic of her girlfriend. "i don't think i can even if i wanted to! she's just so, so, pretty. she's perfect! she's an angel sent from heaven just for me-"
a loud shriek threatened to escape hanni, the amount of sweetness danielle exuded was too much for her to handle at once, a choked groan leaving her lips the exact same moment haerin steps outside her room.
the cat-eyed girl stands awkwardly a few feet away from them, eyes flitting across hanni and danielle, an eyebrow raising at the scene. minji joins the three, but merely walks past haerin to fetch water.
hanni's eyes widen at the sight of haerin and minji, a wide smile beginning to tug at her lips. "oh my god-" she runs up to haerin and grabs her wrists, looking at her with wide, horrified eyes. "haerin, please, please, please take dani away. i beg of you."
the latter's eyes squint at the older idol, lost. "why?"
hanni turns her head around to glance at danielle â who sat quitely on the couch with a large smile comically, before looking back at haerin. "she's done nothing but yap about y/n for the past 40 minutes."
minji watched in amusement, sipping her water as she leaned the kitchen counter. "amateur. i had to sit through 2 hours of y/n's babbling nonsense about danielle when we went shopping because dani sent her a photo in her hoodie."
hanni's eyebrows twitch in annoyance, leering at the girl. "that's not-"
the dorm room opens and danielle's head snapped to the doorway the moment her girlfriend's grumbled response to hyein's dumb question registered in her head, jumping off the couch and practically throwing herself at her lover.
you stumble back a few steps, wrapping and arm around danielle's waist to keep her grounded and stable, dropping the shopping bags on the ground with a soft thud. hyein sighs.
"i missed you." danielle mumbled against the crook of your neck, head burrowed deep as her hands stroke through your hair.
"angel, i was only gone for almost an hour." you chuckle, pressing a kiss to danielle's head, unable to reach her face due to the hug.
"an hour's too long." you start to walk towards the living room, abandoning your shopping bags and sitting down on the couch, the fellow idol straddling you and refusing to let go.
you noticed that the other members retreated back into their rooms to give the two of you privacy (they just didn't want to witness your lovey dovey session), and you couldn't help your smile to grow wider.
"wait-" you reach down your pocket, struggling to fish the small box outlined by your pants. danielle gets the memo and moves to your right side, plopping on the couch and you sigh in appreciation.
you finally manage to take the small box out, and danielle notices that it's a jewellery box. her eyes shined.
"what is it?" she questioned, receiving her answer by you placing the box gently on her palm.
"open it."
"oh my god." she lit up like a thousand suns upon laying eyes on the golden ring, running her fingertips against the sun embedded on the middle. she takes notice of the second empty slot beside where her ring lay, and she looks up at you.
you smile, understanding what she meant. you lifted your right hand and showed her your crescent moon ring on your pinky, the diamonds in your ring twinkling as if winking at her, without a doubt fitting the ring you got for her.
"you got us matching rings... y/n you didn't have to.." she whispers, and she looks so small and fragile at the moment. you nod, watching as she takes the ring off the slot and place it on her pinky.
"of course i did. you've talked about wanting matching rings now that we have matching necklaces. fits us just right, don't you think? the moon cannot live without the sun just as i cannot live without you." you whisper, caressing her cheek.
"you're cringe." she mumbles, internally screaming at your words and breaking at the seams.
"you love it."
danielle's cheeks burn a deep shade of read as her heart thumps hard against her ribcage, the overwhelming hug of your love for her is enough to make her explode. "you're the best. i love you so much."
you smile at her, pecking her cheek as you hold her hand, thumb brushing against her knuckles. "only the best for you, my love."
in hyein's shared room with you, she peeks her head out the door joined with haerin as they snap photos, giggling as they send them to hanni.
a loud muffled groan from hanni and minji's room makes hyein and haerin's giggling grow tenfold, shrieking the moment the door opens and hanni is dashing to enter the room. "let me in you little rats!"
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Cherik- My rant about Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr's relationship.
X-Men First Class
Charles was the first person to ever believe that Erik could be good. Charles in the movie always believed in Erik, and of course it was Charles being optimistic as a person, but he really did believe in Erik.
Through out the movie they really started to trust eachother, and care. They became close very fast, and lets not forget THIS SCENE:
I think my favorite part of the movie of these two is the ending of them arguing and physically fighting even- but the second Charles got shot he dropped everything and rushed to his side, cradling his body and holding his head on his lap.
He then choked Moira blaming her, but the second Charles says "she didn't do this... You did." Erik stops and practically crumbles.
"I want you on my side."
Was Erik's understanding they're different point of views but doesn't want to leave the only person that's believed in him and his power could be used for good.
X men Days of Future Past:
Literally just arguing husbands in a divorce.
For most of the movie, it takes place in 1973 and we have Charles being a drug addict to deal with... Well, everything. Raven and Eric left him, the others most likely died from experiments (judging by what Raven says in X-Men:Apocalypse) it was just him and Hank.
Then Charles quite literally helps Logan plan a jailbreak for Erik from the Pentagon but you know things happen.
I'm also pretty sure these two literally just accidentally gave each other abandonment issues
But the ending of this movie was similar to first class, with the two, once again, going they're Separate ways after a squabble- which is Erik Trying to kill many US officials to show that mutants should be treated seriously.
This is the main disagreement between Charles and Erik through every movie- Erik always using violence to prove that mutants are superior, but Charles sees mutants and humans as equals. He just wants peace.
Even without using his powers though, Charles always somehow reasons with erik- or in this case reasons with Raven to reason with Erik.
Xmen Apocalypse:
I'll skip straight to the ending of this movie, of when Raven reasons with Erik. She tells him that yes, he lost his wife and daughter- but he hasn't lost everything.
And what does he think of In that scene? Charles. Erik thinks of how Charles believed in him at the very beginning- but notice how they didn't even add anyone else? Not Raven or anything? Just Charles and what he did.
When Apocalypse was threatening to kill Peter he didn't do anything- when Apocalypse was choking Raven out, he didn't stop it. But his breaking point was when he found Charles and was going after him.
"You sure I can't convince you to stay?"
"You're psychic, Charles.you can convince me to do anything."
Yet he walks away and charles respects that decision once again. No matter what, Charles sticks to his moral of, "just because one loses they're way doesn't mean they're lost forever" and he really is proving this over and over with Erik.
Their relationship is so complex yet so interesting. They may not be designated 'lover's but they sure as hell aren't just Friends.
I barely scratched the surface of these mens relationship- only briefing over 3 movies (and hell I could have said a lot more about them) and not even touching the comics or X-Men 97'- But I had fun writing it.
#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#xmen#xmen movies#rant post#i have issues#Stayed up all night writing this but definitely worth it#marvel
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