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taetaesbaebaepsae · 4 years ago

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Break My Heart (myg)

Summary: It’s over, and both you and Yoongi think about the past.

A/N: Thanks to @taegularities and @casuallyimagining for betaing this for me!

Warnings: angst, alcohol used as a coping mechanism, some making out and nipple play but this is mostly sad

Rating: Mature

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 5221

You try to push past him, but he throws you over his shoulder and you don’t even fight him, let him take you to the bed. His eyes are wet and his hands are soft on your skin.

“Don’t,” he starts, but you’re not listening. You’ve listened too much over the last year.

“Yoongi.”

He makes a whine in the back of his throat, hides his face in your neck. Your hands come up to rub his back - it’s like a reflex - before you push him off, head toward the door.

He won’t follow you. He never does.

You’re wrong, though. You’re wrong about so many things. He follows you into the hallway, into the elevator, keeps the door open with one foot while you try to shove him back out into the hallway. Finally, you end up fuming at the back of the elevator, arms crossed over your chest, glaring at him.

Yoongi’s trembling, you can see his hand shaking as he holds it out to you. He says your name, his voice hoarse and quiet.

“You wanna break my heart?

Your breath hitches in your chest as you’re catapulted back a year, two years, 5 years. You can see yourself then, your hair shorter and blonder, his hair darker. He was skinnier, then. Hell, so were you.

You were sitting on a curb, half crying and all drunk after a night out, trying to forget a recent breakup, when Yoongi sat down next to you, offered you what at first you thought was a handkerchief, but what ended up being a simple bar napkin.

“Hey,” he said softly, giving you a crooked smile and a tilt of his head. “Don’t cry. You wanna break my heart?”

It started so innocently, you and Yoongi. You were friends first, best friends even. He sat next to you on that curb, rubbed your back until you stopped crying, and you explained the whole situation to him, barely registering that he’d draped his jacket over your shoulders. He didn’t speak, just listened and nodded in the right moments, and when you were done, your cheeks hot from embarrassment of spilling out everything in your mind, he made this little hum in the back of his throat.

“So you need something to get him off your back,” he said thoughtfully.

You looked at him for a moment, stunned. “Uh, yeah. I guess.”

Your ex had been relentless in his pursuit to get you to talk to him after he’d cheated on you, and you were well and truly not interested. That night, you’d been sure you’d be free of him because he’d always been the type to go away for spring break, but he’d been there after all, chasing you around the clubs downtown.

Yoongi (you remembered his name, he’d told you as soon as he’d sat down and introduced himself while you were crying), hummed again.

“I have an idea.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Trust me,” he said, and gave you this open, gummy smile.

You did trust him, somehow, even though you didn’t know why. He leaned in close, whispered his plan in your ear, and even though it sent a shock down your spine, you nodded. Maybe you were drunk. Maybe you were just being curious. Either way, it started this thing. Started this slide, like a mudslide down the longest mountain.

You jumped in, with your eyes wide open, trusted him from the jump, and maybe you’d been wrong. Maybe you’d been wrong about a lot of things.

You were 20 when Yoongi had leaned in closer, just below your dangling earring, and planted the softest, most open kiss on your neck. Goosebumps pimpled your flesh, but you didn’t move, in fact, tilted your head to give him better access.

Seconds passed before he swept your hair from your shoulder, his fingertips brushing your skin, and you let out a breath with a little whine. He murmured something when he kissed you there again, this time sucking at your skin, almost roughly.

“Pretty,” you think it was what he said, but as important as that moment was, with all the things it started, that part was fuzzy because your head spun at the softness of his lips on your skin, the sting when he’d marked you there.

“There,” Yoongi said, still half mumbling, and you wondered how much he’d drunk.

His eyes were clear and warm when you looked at him, though, although his cheeks were dusted rose.

“Uh, th-thank you,” you muttered, feeling small and embarrassed now after it was over.

Yoongi gave you that gummy smile again, and you felt better almost instantly.

You didn’t know it then, but Yoongi always had that effect on you...until he didn’t. Until he wouldn’t quite meet your eyes. Until you stopped counting the hours he spent away from the bed you shared. Until it was over.

Yoongi stands next to your car, hands on your hood, tears streaming down his face and his eyes pleading with you. But you block it out, look straight ahead, start the car and rev the engine until he moves.

At first, you’re not quite sure he will, but finally he steps back, shoulders slumped, defeated. You manage not to cry, at least not until you’ve pulled over on the interstate, cars whooshing by you as you cover your face.

It isn’t as if you hadn’t tried.

You know how important Yoongi’s music is to him, you know he’s been working on getting an album produced and you’re proud of him, you really are, but...

But: you have barely seen his face in three months. But: you keep sleeping on one side of the bed because it’s cold on his side. But: you fucking miss him.

You want to talk to him about it, but how can you? How can you when you know this is everything to him? Even when you’d been kids in college, he’d dreamed of producing an album and this opportunity hadn’t just dropped in his lap, he’d worked for it. You’re supposed to be supportive, but all you can do is wonder how long it will be before you see his gummy smile again.

But: when he is home, he’s barely there, drinking too much coffee or scotch, depending on the time of day, barely looking at you, barely talking to you, grunting at you in response, mechanically eating the dinner you’d prepare.

One night, you’d push back from the table, frustrated, and it’d hit the counter with a thud.

Yoongi had looked up from his food, blinked at you as if he was waking from a dream.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

“No,” you’d answered. “I’m not.”

You’d stormed off to the bedroom, and he hadn’t followed you. Hours later, he’d slid into bed next to you, his lips on your neck, the same spot he’d kissed that first night.

“I’m sorry,” he’d mumbled against your skin, words slurred around the edges just like the night you'd met.

You could smell the red wine he liked at dinner on his breath when you turned, and they’d been on the tip of your tongue, the words.

"What's wrong?" you’d wanted to ask. "Is it me?"

That las thought had kept you from speaking, allowed those words to die in your throat as you’d looped your arms around his neck, tasted the red wine on his tongue.

Because: what if it was something big, something you couldn’t fix? Because: what if it was you? What would you’ve done, then?

After the night outside the club, after Yoongi's mouth on your throat, you woke up the next morning and thumbed the mark he'd left while looking in the mirror.

Thinking about it made your face heat and it got worse when you saw him on campus, big gummy smile and looking a lot less hungover than you, his bleached bangs in his face.

"Hey, you," he said in this low voice, and you couldn’t help smiling back.

It went on like that, you and Yoongi, for months, and then a year, and then eighteen months. He walked you to most of your classes, bought you lunch, once or twice made you laugh so hard you'd snorted banana milk out of your nose. Things became easy with him, and it was so much like a friendship that you barely noticed when you began to fall in love with him.

Falling was easy, but gradual. By the time you realized it, he was graduating and you were a junior and you had no fucking idea what to do about it. You stood at the corner of his best friend's apartment, where there was booze and balloons and about 20 people, and sipped some foul smelling punch that someone had handed you, and looked for him.

You wondered how often you'd done this, looked for him in a crowd, felt your heart swell inside your chest when you found him, when he broke into that familiar gummy smile. You wondered how long you'd been in love and not known it, when he suddenly slid up behind you, his fingers light on your hip.

"Hey, you," he murmured, and you tilted your head back to look at him.

You smiled, just a bit, and he took this comical hitched breath.

"Y/n," he said, as if scolding you. "Don't look at me like that. You wanna break my heart?"

To this day, you aren’t sure if it was that he might’ve been leaving the country or that awful hunch punch, but your heart pounded against your chest too hard, and all you could think to do was to kiss him.

Quickly, without much thought, your lips pressed against his. It had been almost chaste, really, but Yoongi made this low, surprised sound in the back of his throat, his arms going around you and cinching at your waist, tightly, in this near possessive gesture that made your stomach tighten.

And that was it, at least for you. He’d kissed you back, and you’d been all but lost.

Yoongi didn’t leave the country, despite his plans. Later you wondered if that’d been your first mistake: not being strong enough to let him go.

It’s raining now, the sound of it thudding on the roof of your car louder than your heartbeat, and you can’t stop crying, gasping in these hitching breaths every few minutes, your stomach clenching from the force of your sobs. You know it’s dangerous here, on the side of the road and you can’t even remember if you’ve turned on your flashers but that doesn’t seem to matter, all that matters is that you can’t breathe, something viscous and rotten in your chest and stomach, something like all the mistakes you’ve made and all the regrets you have, maybe all those words, those questions you should have asked but didn’t. They’re choking you, poisoning you from the inside out and it’s flooding, but you fumble with the door handle, push the door open and swing your legs out, putting your head between your knees.

When you lift your head, finally able to breathe again, wanting to feel the rain on your face, there’s the bright glow of headlights, and then a blissful black fades over your eyes. You’re almost grateful.

Your dreams are almost all memories.

It’s disjointed, at first, but then you know where you are. Yoongi’s loft apartment back in college, and you know you’re dreaming but you can feel his hands on you nevertheless. You remember them being cold, clammy almost, and he was trembling as if he was nervous.

You laughed at him when he fumbled with your bra strap and he made this grumble in the back of his throat that made you laugh harder.

The laughter died in your throat when he pulled your breasts out of your bra impatiently, dragged his thumbs across your nipples. Your skin felt hot, like you were fevered, when he leaned forward and marked that spot below your ear again, harder, his teeth grazing against your skin.

When you were bare and arching your back beneath him, he sat up on his knees, his eyes dark and hungry looking down at you.

“God,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. “You are gonna break my heart.”

It’s starts to rain when Yoongi watches you drive away, and he looks down at the pavement and thinks about the first time he saw you, head in your hands, sitting on the curb with your legs crossed like a child.

Something about the way your shoulders had slumped tugged at his heartstrings, drew him to you, and when you looked at him, eyes big and wet, it had been alarming how much it made his heart ache.

He always hated to see you cry.

You weren’t even crying much when he’d pinned you to the bed, hoped he could make it okay with kisses on your throat and chin, make you smile again. Not even when he begged you to stay in the elevator, in the parking lot, banging his hands uselessly on the hood of your car.

“You’re a million miles away, Yoongi,” you’d said, drying your hands after loading the dishwasher, throwing the cloth with more aggression than he’d expected.

“I’m right here,” he’d said easily, and you let out a long breath and he knew that was the wrong thing to say. Knew it was wrong because it was a lie and you fucking knew it. You knew him, better than maybe anyone else in the world.

“You act as if I don’t fucking know you, Yoongi,” you’d said, something vicious in your voice and he stayed seated at the table as you glared at him, stunned that you’d said almost exactly what he’d been thinking.

He doesn’t know why he’d been surprised. You’d always seen right through him, from the first night.

Yoongi remembers the night he’d finally confessed, after two years of watching the line of your neck, wishing he could kiss it again, leave his mark there, after two years of watching other guys flirt with you and pretending it didn’t make his skin heat up, something buzzing under his skin like a beehive.

He remembers, suddenly and painfully, the way you’d tilted your chin up, turned your head to face him at his graduation party, remembers how full his heart had been, how joy had shot through him like lightning when he’d put his arms around you and you didn’t pull away, how just one corner of your mouth turned up.

He remembers wanting to tell you, wanting to tell you just how much he felt, how he felt full to bursting with you, like you’d burrowed under his skin. He remembers wanting to tell you how he planed every day around you, how the things he’d do almost scared him, the things he’d sacrifice, to keep seeing you smile every day.

Yoongi hadn’t known how to explain it so that you’d understand, so instead he’d done his best to press it into you with his hands and his mouth, like you’d somehow be able to feel it through osmosis, and maybe you had, because after that first night, things had caught on like wildfire.

He’d never told you, really, never actually confessed, and maybe that had been his first mistake.

Yoongi knows that you’ve been drifting apart for weeks. Months. He knows that he’s been absent, not you, knows how hard you’ve been trying but he can’t bring himself to talk to you about it.

What would he say? That he has this opportunity, that he has this once in a lifetime thing and he has to move thousands of miles away for it? That he can’t bring you with him, that they’ve made that crystal clear?

Yoongi is still just as afraid as he was all those years ago, about what he’d sacrifice for you, because half of him wants to give it all up, tell them to fuck off, he’ll make music in a den in your little one bedroom apartment just so that he can be with you every day. Nothing has ever meant more to him than music, but you. You.

Yoongi can’t tell you that he has this choice to make, this fucking impossible choice but instead of making it, all he can do is try to push it away, ignore it, put it off another week and keep drinking too much when he’s home because he can’t bear the way your eyes plead with him to be with you, to be present and in the moment like the two of you always had been. He can’t bear to think of what it’d be like to not see your purple coffee mug on the counter in the mornings, to not be able to roll over and kiss that hallowed spot below your ear that he’d first marked all those years ago.

Yoongi hadn’t responded, looked down at the table until you’d slammed your hands down on it, angry, your eyes bright.

“Are you fucking someone else?” you’d asked, your voice eerily calm despite how angry you looked, and it was like a spear through his gut.

He’d scoffed, because that was ridiculous. I It wasn’t even worth a response but you stormed towards the door and his breath caught in his throat like a wriggling fish and he tried to stop you but you were absolutely fuming now, angry in a way he’d rarely seen you.

He braced his back against the door, thought that at least he could stop this, at least he could calm you down but he couldn’t get the words to come out.

Yoongi had ended up here, head spinning with the three glasses of wine he’d had at dinner and chest feeling , like you’d ripped his heart out when you’d gone away.

He stands there as it starts to rain, breathing hard, half dressed, and wonders where you’ll go. To your best friend’s apartment? Your mother’s? They’ve both always hated him, anyway.

Maybe all the time he’d spent away at the studio, those nights you’d come home late, maybe...maybe there was someone else. The thought makes his breath hitch in his chest, makes him stumble backwards as if someone has punched him in the stomach, before he turns to go back inside.

The thought sticks in his brain like a fishhook. You’d ask if he was fucking someone else. Is that because you were? At the very least, maybe you’d met someone. Someone who was attentive, someone who listened to you. Someone who was there.

Yoongi isn’t used to this feeling. He’s never been the possessive type, always had an amount of confidence that kept him from ever feeling too jealous. He remembers clearly the last time he’d felt this way, and of course, it was you. Wasn’t it always?

You’d never dated much, always been focused on your studies. Yoongi never even thought about what would’ve happened when you’d start seeing someone.

He’d been your best friend for six months when you started dating a lacrosse player, a big guy (bigger than Yoongi), and even then, Yoongi shrugged off the slight irritation he felt when you canceled a dinner with him.

It wasn’t until he was sitting on a bench under a tree, studying before an exam, that he saw you with your new beau. You were laughing, piggybacking, your arms braced on his considerable shoulders.

Yoongi’s skin prickled, like he had a chill or a fever. He felt angry, suddenly, and couldn’t put his finger on why. He sat there, fuming, unable to take his eyes off you, until your boyfriend slid you down, turned to lean down and kiss you, and then Yoongi couldn’t look anymore.

The anger roiling in his gut turned to something else, something worse, something that dug in and festered over the next few days. He saw your laughing mouth behind his eyelids when he closed his eyes, the way you were still smiling when your boyfriend kissed you.

He wondered late at night when he couldn’t sleep, if you were being held or, even worse, being fucked. It made something vile rise in his throat, like he’d had too much to drink and needed to purge it. It was another agonizing month before he realized he was in love with you, and another month after that before you and your boyfriend broke up.

He curses himself for drinking so much, wishing he could just get in his car and come after you. He fumbles with his phone, the screen swimming in his vision, and he wipes at his eyes angrily. You don’t answer, and he isn’t surprised, leaves a voicemail in a broken voice that he’d be embarrassed about if he had any dignity left. He hates feeling like this, out of control, as if there’s nothing he can do to quiet the madness in his head and his heart.

Yoongi presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, pressing in until he sees spots dance under his eyelids, breathing in deep to try and control his emotions. His mind is racing, thinking of what happens now, all the possibilities of the coming days and weeks and months and years.

You move out, he supposes. Come and get your things, take away all the pieces of you that have accumulated in the apartment over the years. He wonders if you’ll leave something behind, a piece of clothing, maybe that purple mug you like so much. Something he can keep, look at later and remember you.

What happens to all the pictures of you, online? Would you delete them? Block him on everything so that he can’t see your face even on a screen? Panic rises in his throat when he realizes you were always the one taking the pictures, posting them on social media, and he isn’t sure he has many saved.

Yoongi feels like he’ll surely go crazy if he doesn’t have some part of this relationship, something he can look back on that isn’t just memories, because it’ll feel like he made it up, like it was always one sided, from the moment he’d sat next to you on that curb.

Without something, how does he convince himself it was real, that you’d loved him?

On the other hand, what if you didn’t get your things? What if you left everything behind, kept being active on social media, moved on? Started living your life without him, moving on with a new apartment, a new partner?

Yoongi chokes back a sob, alone in the apartment but still holding back, still hiding, and he hates himself for it. When you don’t answer the second, third, fourth time he calls, he curls up on the couch, hoping that he’ll pass out, stop thinking, because it’s like his brain is vibrating in his skull with all the racing thoughts he has, a headache forming between his eyebrows.

After some time and a few deep breaths, he fights the urge to upturn the second bottle of wine in the cabinet and thinks that there’s a possibility, however slim, that you might be back when he wakes up, tear streaked and soaked from the rain but still his, and the thought comforts him enough that he’s able to fall asleep.

He has these dreams, vivid and disjointed, where he’s reaching out to you and he keeps getting further and further away. Another, where you won’t even look at him, no matter what he says, no matter how much he begs.

When he wakes, it’s cold in the apartment. You are, were, always the one who’d turn on the heat, and he knows you’re still not home the second he opens his eyes.

Yoongi feels antsy all day, full of nervous energy, and he can’t stop himself from calling you every couple of hours, leaving text messages and begging you just to answer once, to let him hear your voice.

The second day is when he starts to panic in earnest, and he’s about to bite the bullet and call your mother when his phone rings.

The oxygen filters out of the air as he listens, and his heart starts pounding in his ears as soon as he hangs up the phone. He’s out the door wearing nothing but a pair of sweats and a tshirt, cursing and returning for his jacket when he realizes it’s still raining.

The hospital hadn’t said much, just that you were there, that he was your emergency contact, and he breaks all manner of traffic laws to get to you, trying not to think of what might have happened, of how it might be his fault.

When he arrives, it’s both better and worse than he’d thought - you’d been found on the highway, unconscious, and god knows how long you’d lain there in the mud before a passerby had stopped and taken you to the hospital.

Pneumonia, they say, telling him that you’ve been in and out of consciousness throughout the night. Yoongi had been your emergency contact. You hadn’t been taking care of yourself, and a night in the rain and in the elements hadn’t helped. Of course he hadn’t noticed. Of course he hadn’t seen how pale you were, how gaunt your cheeks were.

Yoongi stands there, wondering if the doctor can tell that all the blood has drained from his face, his heart thudding hard and useless against his chest plate.

He nods where he’s supposed to and when the doctor leaves the room, Yoongi sits down hard on a nearby chair in the waiting area. He can go in now, they’d said, but how could he? How could he go in there, see you hooked up to IV antibiotics, know that it’s his fault? People die from pneumonia, don’t they? His throat closes up with panic and he has to draw in a long breath through his nostrils to calm himself.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, his forearms resting on his thighs, hands clasped together. There’s this series of memories rushing through his mind, like snapshots.

Your mouth pressed against his, soft and almost chaste, his arms locked around your waist. He wanted to twirl you around to face him, kiss you hard and dirty in front of all his friends, mark that spot just under your ear again. Not to show them that he possesses you, not to show them that he can kiss such a beautiful woman, but to show everyone how much he loved you, how his every thought was tinged with you.

Instead, he kissed you back just as chastely, stuck to you like glue all night despite it being his party with many trying to come and congratulate them. He had his hands on you all night, at your lower back, sometimes just lightly on your hip, sometimes intertwining his fingers with yours.

And when he walked you back to your dorm, he shuffled his feet at the door, puffed out his cheeks and blown out a breath and looked up at you.

“Yoongi,” you said, and God, he loved how his name sounded on your lips, this lilt like you were always teasing him. “You wanna come in for a drink?”

His cheeks were already flushed from alcohol and he probably shouldn’t have, but you took his hand and he would’ve followed you anywhere, to hell if you’d asked him.

Yoongi had so many plans on how to confess to you before he’d leave the country to go back home, to try and work on music like he’d always planned, most of them some grand romantic gestures, but instead, he stood with his hands shoved in his pockets just inside your door, and called your name.

You turned, standing in the kitchen, and his eyes followed the line of your throat, the curve of your cheek.

“I’m gonna stay,” he blurted out, and he already had a very expensive plane ticket in his wallet but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Yoongi stands up, heads toward your hospital room but he stops at the doorway, hears the beep of the machines and it makes his heart stutter.

He stands outside the door, unable to look inside. More snapshots float through his mind as he leans back against the wall, breathing hard.

“Yoongi,” you breathed, right into the shell of his ear and it made him shiver. He was standing so close to you, one hand on your hip, the other braced on the counter as if he’d fall against you, fall into you.

“Mmm,” he managed, leaning forward, as if you’d beckoned him, and every inch of his skin that touched yours felt heated.

“What’s happening right now?” you asked, and he wanted to laugh but he couldn’t, looking into your wide eyes. You’d been best friends for two years, seen each other at your worst. Now all he could do was think about how much he loved every part of you, good and bad, inside and out.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly, and leaned down to kiss you, his hand moving to your lower back seemingly of its own volition, pulling you closer so that your breasts pressed against his chest.

His tongue slid against yours and his heart seemed like it might thud out of his chest.

When he pulled away from you, breathless, you let out a whine from the back of your throat, just like that first night when he’d marked you, and he couldn't stand it, the way it felt, how much he felt.

He wanted to run but something was pulling him toward you instead of away and instead, he kissed you again.

You pulled away this time, trembling in his arms.

“Yoongi,” you said again. “Are we doing this? Are you-”

“Am I in love with you?” he asked, chest heaving, it was as if he couldn’t catch his breath no matter how hard he tried.

You nodded, slowly, your cheeks flushed.

Instead of speaking, Yoongi nodded back, slowly, and a small smile spread across your lips.

“Yoongi,” you repeated, his name from your lips his favorite sound. “Kiss me again.”

That memory forces Yoongi to enter the room, sit by your bed. You look sick and gray and he wants to take your hand but something stops him.

He thinks now that it’s settled, that he’ll talk to you, that he’ll rework his contract, do anything to make things better. Maybe it won’t work, maybe you’re done, but he can try. He has to try.

Your eyes are closed, lashes fanning across your cheekbones and when Yoongi reaches out to touch your face, he sees that his hands are trembling.

When you do wake, a few moments later, Yoongi wants to crawl under the bed and hide, knows that he’s probably the last person you want to see.

“Yoongi,” you call, and your voice is hoarse and confused but tears stream down Yoongi’s face because it’s still his favorite melody.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, and that little smile spreads across your lips again.

“Baby,” you say, and his heart clenches in his chest as you take his hand. “You wanna break my heart?”

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ailuro-mania · 4 years ago

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Hey! I wrote another thing. This is a lot shorter than intended. I'm very bad at focusing on writing. But I really liked this whole idea, and my girlfriend really did too. So I had to write it, naturally. Can also read here --- It was a bad day. Or at least, under Inuyasha’s opinion it was. Kagome was leaving the village with Sango together, alone, with next to know protection aside from their sass. Never mind Sango being a badass demon slayer, or Kagome’s ability to purify evil within seconds, she was leaving him behind. Him and Moroha. Their daughter who was barely pushing 6 months.

“You can’t leave,” he simply stated, eyeing his wife though his face did not turn to meet hers.

“I most certainly can,” the miko commented right back. She was folding some clothes she’d recently unclipped from their drying line directly into a wicker basket they acquired last season. Kagome actually seemed to enjoy doing such mundane tasks Inuyasha couldn’t even fathom about.

He scoffed, tucking his arms into each sleeve. A sneer settled across his lips when he finally turned to look at her with all the confidence in the world. Oh, this will win the argument. “And what about Moroha?” he didn’t even bother trying to hide the smirk.

Kagome tiled her head, a strand of her tresses swishing into her face, “What about Moroha? You’ll be watching her.”

Inuyasha’s eyes widened, “Wh- what? Me? Watching Moroha?”

“Yes, you.” Kagome leaned down to heave the basket up onto her hip before a blur of red approached her side and took the basket into his own clawed hands. She faltered a solid second, a smile playing at her lips though she hid it within seconds, not daring to give him the satisfaction during a debate. “You’ll be fine. And aside from that, you haven’t so much as spent an hour alone with our daughter.”

Inuyasha’s upper lip twitched a tad, “How am I supposed to spend an hour alone with her when you’re dying to hold her at every moment? Besides, can’t Kaede watch her and I go with you? You haven’t left once since Moroha was born. And I’m not... I don’t like the idea of you leaving. Not yet.”

The miko smiled, tucking the hair that played in the wind behind her ears. Her Inuyasha, only in these moments is she blessed with such honesty. It was delectable.

“It’s only the next village over. I should be back before the sun even sets,” she felt his tension even before the words filtered out. “I will be back before the sun sets.”

Inuyasha pressed his lips together and set the basket down at the front entry of their hut, an ear turned to listen inside, the other focused on her. Their little one was fast asleep. Moroha always seemed to sleep an hour into sunrise, and the young parents were not ones to change that. She was up all night, Kagome and Inuyasha finding their alone time well within the meek hours of the morning. They loved every moment with their girl, but it was so much easier to just be alone at times.

“You’ll be fine. Sango will be with me for extra protection though she honestly isn’t even terribly needed,” She gingerly reached up to cup his cheek within the palm of her hand.

Inuyasha subconsciously leaned into her touch, golden eyes gazing directly into chocolate brown. His hair engulfed her wrist in a bracelet of silver whilst the breeze continued to dance through every strand. “I still don’t like it.”

“I know,” she leaned up on her toes to press her lips against his in a passionate pursuit only to be moments away to hear their daughter, on cue, wailing.

Though the interruption, the miko couldn’t help but smile. She leaned that smile into a quick peck on her husband's lips before turning on her heel and headed straight into their hut.

“Well, hello little one,” she chirped, heading directly toward the bundle of attention seeking that was their daughter. She scooped Moroha up into her arms in one swift movement. The little girl let out a loud squeal of delight as she always did seeing her mother. Little hands turned into fists as the young one reached out toward Kagome’s cheeks. Kagome complied by putting her face directly into the path of her daughters, letting her pat her down.

Inuyasha all but watched, his heart full of emotion for the most important people in his life. He watched as his wife smoothed out their daughter's bed head and smothered their happy girl in kisses, he watched as she wiped the bit of drool at the corner of Moroha’s lips. He wished he could watch every moment of this, possibly even freeze it. As selfish as it sounded, he didn’t want things to change. And he most certainly did not want his wife leaving the area where he couldn’t watch her, not with their pup this young.

He made a grunting noise, catching both his girl's attention. Moroha offered an extremely gummy grin toward her father and reached her arms out in his direction next. It was his turn to get mauled by the beast. Kagome sauntered over, arms stretched out, Moroha at hand. He made a face at the miko as he gently took her into his arms next.

Kagome stood up on her tippy toes once again to kiss their daughter's cheek and playfully ruffle Inuyasha’s hair, much to his distaste. The next move she made was toward her bow and arrows she’d been practicing with fairly frequently since the birth of Moroha.

“What if she gets hungry?” He continued, holding their pup against his right side. The little one had taken to playing with his hair, strands of the silver already covered in drool. “She needs you if she gets hungry.”

A soft laugh escaped through Kagome’s lips as she shook her head, “No, she’s already started to wean. We’re balancing, and today can be a day in which she stays off me. As much as I adore her, she can be... well...” the miko just shook her head, sparing her husband that bit of information he’d probably never shake. “You can take her down to Miroku’s for lunch.”

He raised a brow, “Breakfast?”

“Already mashed some solid foods this morning. You watched me do it,” Kagome slung the bow around her shoulder, her quiver stead strong on the other side.

“Kagome, really. I don’t know about this. I really don’t thin-”

“You don’t know about what, Inuyasha? Watching our child?” Her hands were at her hips. Fuck. He’d treaded into a battlefield.

“No! I- well-”

“I carried her for nine solid months,” she took two steps forward, Inuyasha taking one back. “In my own body. I carried her daily afterward and have been with her for another 6 months after. Inuyasha, I just ask of you, just this once, ple-”

“Alright, woman!” His brows pulled together, straightening back up. “I’ll watch her today. I’ll watch her any day so long as you promise to keep safe, to come back.”

Yet another smile grew across such soft pink lips. “Always.”

A familiar voice carried over to their hut. Sango, calling for Kagome. Inuyasha glanced toward the door. The moment Kagome started forward he’d gently caught her wrist with one hand, pulling her back into his available arm, Moroha still balanced in the other content with his hair. He placed a lasting kiss against Kagome’s lips, a small noise of relish slipping from her. They lasted for another few seconds before both their mutual friend knocked at the side of their door, eyebrows quirked.

“You sure you want to go still?” Sango asked, a teasing smile displayed.

Kagome rolled her eyes, “I’m coming.” She turned to kiss her daughter once more, squeezing Inuyasha’s hand. “Always,” she repeated one last time, a bit of emphasis laced through the word.

He pursed his lip once her back was turned. “You watch out for her, Sango.”

It was Sango’s turn to roll her eyes, “We’re mothers, Inuyasha. If anything, we’re the most threatening things on this side of the region.”

He’d watch as they walked away, ignoring every instinct telling him to follow after. Sango was right. Their group protected one another. They’d kill for each other, or each other's family. Kagome was in good hands and he knew it well, he knew she could easily take care of herself. Though he faintly missed his clutzy crush, she’d turn into a graceful, powerful miko, and a mother. A mother of his child, something he’d never even dreamed of becoming a possibility in his cruel reality.

And just as he begun to feel himself sink into such deep emotions; his daughter immediately pulled him out with a fit of wailing. “Fuck.”

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The silver haired half-demon found himself at the monk's house fairly quickly. Moroha gave him an impossible try for food the moment Kagome’s scent was out of reach for both of them. She was entirely different without her mother as he begun to realize. She pushed every attempt of food away and kicked. His patience was thin to begin with, but with his daughter it stretched further than the horizon. He needed to be able to do this. So, he found himself here, surrounded by 3 human children and an extremely enthusiastic and well-sought monk.

“So,” Miroku smirked, “came to me for child advice after all?”

Inuyasha scoffed and gave him one of his famous glares, “I think your children could give better advice than you could. Sango does most of the childcare and we both know it.”

“Touche.” Miroku and him both sat at a table within their larger hut. After Kagome’s disappearance, Sango and Miroku’s life went on. Not that Inuyasha could be upset about such a thing. He was happy to see them happy, to see their wishes coming true. Though he’d sulk, he still enjoyed watching as Miroku changed from less of a lecher to more of a father. He still had his moments though; moments Sango still seeks revenge on.

Their hut was larger, but only because they planned such a large family that they may have overcompensated. But who knew, they still had many years to go, perhaps more were well within the near future.

The children ran about the front of the hut, weaving between the door and front yard. A gate was spread across the face of their house which gated the young ones in. The twins were pushing four, Hisui almost two. Hisui was placed at the feet of the monk playing with some sort of rattle that rung in the half-demons' ears. Moroha was pressed well against his chest, leaking from her nose from an earlier sob.

As soon as he’d walked up the twins were at his feet, clinging on for dear life as their favourite uncle carried them with ease. Miroku didn’t even so much as bother to tell them to stop, he knew Inuyasha secretly loved his daughter's trust. Moroha went from crying to fascination so fast it nearly gave Inuyasha whip-lash. Kin’u and Gyokuto both bouncing about, their heads hardly tall enough to reach up to his knee. “Ooo, Moroha!” Kin’u called out. She’d made a silly attempt at pressing each palm of her hand against either side of her face directing the expression toward Moroha. The little girl within Inuyasha’s arms letting out a laugh that rung through his ears, but mostly shook his heart. “Can we play with her, pleeeease?” Gyokuto begged, dragging the word out until her little lungs were airless. Inuyasha pressed his lips together in silent contemplation. Had Kagome let them play with their girl? Surely, she had... Moroha seemed thrilled about it. “Alright. But only inside the hut, where I can see.” Both the twins hooted, reaching up for his treasured daughter. The half-demon complied, prying his daughter far too easily from his chest to the twin's enthusiastic arms. The little snake, of course she’d abandoned him for two loudmouth girls. He watched silently as they each took a hand of his daughters and teetered Moroha up on her feet, walking her over toward their play corner surrounded by childrens toys. Miroku let out a whistle, Inuyasha’s head jerking toward it, “What?” “Kagome’s never let them play with her,” he said, smug. “She hardly lets Moroha out of her arms when you’re all here.” Inuyasha’s eyes widened slightly. “What? You hadn’t noticed?” The purple in his eye glinted. Surprisingly, Inuyasha never wanted to punch anyone more than his best friend. Even Naraku was less-punchable. He snorted and put his nose up in the air, “Of course I noticed.” Emphasis on ‘noticed’. “I can just watch out for them better with my keen senses. Besides, Kagome left me in charge. We’re doing things differently.” “Uhhuh...” Miroku nodded, eyebrows raised. “Well, in that case. What are we having for lunch O Great Leader?” He’d made it a dramatic to put his hands out in front of himself, arms pushed in Inuyasha’s direction for exaggeration. “You’re the one who's supposed to be in charge of that, lecher.” “Harsh,” Miroku pulled his hands back in to cover his heart, “I was. Up until recent development. I’d love to see you take charge during the high sun over four children and your favourite friend.” The smirk planted on the monk's lips worsened the half-demons want, no, need to punch him. “Also, your kid is shoving a toy up her nose.” He nodded his head toward the three children in the corner while snagging his son off the ground. Inuyasha immediately stood up and walked over to the three girls, the twins trying to pry Moroha’s hands away from her nose. The youngest girls grip being far too strong for two humans, even if she’d only developed half of her father's half-blood. “Moroha!”

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A few hours later Inuyasha found himself alone with his daughter in the confines of their hut. Moroha had been set down at the top of the hut’s layout, far from the ledge in which he’d tried to baby proof since her crawling development that started only within a few months of her birth. The girl felt as though she was aging rapidly, something that worried the parents but neither seemed to want to address. She looked her age, but the mentality and ability were maturing at an alarming rate. There was much to learn about this girl they’d created together. He’d gotten up to start building a fire. Though fall had just started to show itself, he knew his wife got chilled almost any night of any season. It was inevitable, her cold feet would constantly press against his warm calves during the darkest hours in search of warmth. He complained, but secretly it was his on his list of Top Things Kagome Did. Right next to plucking his ears before leaving for her daily duties. Nightfall was still an hour or so away. Inuyasha’s patience warring thinner. No sign of his wife’s scent had entered the permitter, and he’d sniffed the air several times. Much like what his daughter had started to do right that second. He begun to sniff just as fast, finding nothing but the scent of left-over stew balanced above the firepit. He cocked a brow and walked toward his kid, “Hungry?” The little one stopped sniffing the air momentarily, big brown eyes rimmed with stunning lashes turned and focused on him. Something akin to a growl rumbled at the base of her throat and up. Inuyasha blinked a few times, taken back. “Did you... Did you just growl at me?” Moroha repeated her adorable threat, taking a small bundled up fist move toward her father. Inuyasha sat on his arse a few feet away, still stunned by his daughter's animalistic nature. Sure, sniffing the air was one thing, but to growl? Moroha was fast, trudging directly for Inuyasha’s lap. Once she reached him she put both hands on the foot that prodded out from under him. Inuyasha leaned forward so his face was directly in front of hers, letting out a growl far more ferocious than his daughter's cute attempt. To his surprise, she giggled! She let out a loud, stomach deep laugh that made Inuyasha’s lips tug upward in the most genuine smile. The laugh stopped abruptly and she growled again. Inuyasha growling right back. And the laugh returning even louder. But then she started to push herself up using his foot. His daughter stood up in front of him at a mere 6 months old, her chin held high and her tiny clawed hands caught in his not so tiny clawed hands. “Hey, kid. Don’t you be doing that. Not yet. Your mother will kill me if you walk when she's not around.” He plucked the girl up from off her feet, folding his legs in front of himself so his knees touched in the air and placed Moroha in his lap, her back and head rested well against his thighs. She smiled all the while, bright brown eyes staring up at her hero. “You think this is a joke? She really will kill me. You have no idea how scary she is. But you will, eventually. You have my blood, you’re gon’ be a lotta work.” Moroha’s tiny fist wrapped around her father’s fingers, staring up at him in awe as he spoke. “You’re gonna learn a lot of things. And I’m sorry for most of them. You’re gonna learn how this world... is harsh. How you and I are different from the rest, and even your mother. How our group is needed, yet so judged outside of this village. You’re gonna learn how to use these claws,” He’d lifted one index finger up, studying his daughters' hand, “how they can really hurt someone if you’re not careful. But I know you will be. I know you’re gonna be a damn good girl. You may have obtained some of my traits, but your mother's blood runs within those veins of yours too. And she's the best human to walk this dammed earth.” He watched as his daughter's eyes fluttered shut. She was tired, probably exhausted from the twins earlier. He leaned forward to kiss his daughter's forehead, ears turned forward to listen intently to the small but even breathing. Inuyasha waited a few minutes more before deciding she was out enough to move. He gently lifted her within his arms and walked her over toward her dedicated matt that had a few inches more around the surrounding area to keep her from rolling out. Though with this new standing thing she’d shown off, they may have to come up with a new plan. After settling her into bed, he’d turned his head toward the doormat. The sun was just nearing itself from hiding away and his wife was just now approaching. Soft thuds planting into the ground that normal human ears would not pick up. He’d wait by the threshold but refused to meet her out there no matter the excitement. He was still petty, of course. Kagome came trudging in, bow and quiver held over one shoulder, her sandals in the other. She’d ran barefoot. “I’m ba-” Inuyasha’s hand went right over her mouth before she could finish her shout, pointing toward their sleeping daughter. Kagome smiled sheepishly, prying his hand away, “I’m back,” she whispered. Inuyasha rolled his eyes, “I see that, idiot.” Kagome pretended to be hurt, smacking his shoulder with no real threat held in the hit. He smirked and leaned forward, taking her into an awaited kiss. Kagome smiled into it, dropping both her items to the ground so she could wrap her arms around his neck, her entire being pressed and hanging off of him. Inuyasha’s arms instinctively wrapped around his miko’s waist to hold her nearby. She pulled away with the same smile, “miss me?” Inuyasha’s eyebrows knitted, “Not at all.” The miko’s eyes narrowed, still extremely close to his face. “Oh yeah?” her arms went from draped around his shoulders, down toward the base of his shoulders. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet snicker, “Yeah.” “Hm...” His wife made a soft noise at the back of her throat, one corner of her lip tugged up. She pulled her arms in all the way and begun to try and escape his grasp, to which he responded by lifting her up entirely, Kagome letting out a hardly suppressed yet joyous laugh, “Inuyasha!” He smirked again, still holding her well up in the air, “What are you gonna do about it, woman?” Kagome continued to laugh as she hardly put in any effort to move, “Put me down, I’m gonna pee,” she laughed out. Inuyasha scoffed and set her down, “Ew.” Kagome rolled her eyes and leaned up again to peck him on the lips, “Hey. You wanted to marry this ‘ew’.” Inuyasha shrugged, “It has its perks.” A soft coo came from behind him, “I knew it was too good to be true. She’d never sleep through your arrival.” “Unlike you, some people like me,” Kagome smiled playfully and shouldered past him toward their fully awake daughter. “Hello, my girl!” The miko bent down to scoop her up and pull her into her chest. And Inuyasha watched yet another moment he wished he could freeze. This was it. This was his always. He’d protect them at any cost. His girls.

#Inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fanfic #lid writes #yashahime #moroha #kagome #kagome higurashi #inukag #inuyasha x kagome #inu x kagome #go gogo read #soft shit

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nahoyaglock · 4 years ago

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↬ BEACH DATE

bf!bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, 1.7k words

A/N! i did not reread or fix anything in here, so im so sorry abt bad grammar or spelling errors or smth. inspired by jj (@prettysetterbaby) and her answer to what her dream date is, say thank you jj

"spending my day up at a beach house, eating out to some nice sushi or something and spending the day shopping and eventually relaxing on the beach <333" — JJ

likes and reblogs are very appreciated !!!

you planned on spending a day with your boyfriend, katsuki. you swung your arms as you waited on the porch of your boyfriends house, watching him slip his shoes on through his open door. once he finished, he grabbed his bag and exited his house, locking the door behind him after shouting a "goodbye" to his mom.

you hopped on one foot excitedly as you linked arms with katsuki, him sending you a cocky grin. "you ready to have the best day ever princess?" he asked, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

"any day with you is the best day ever." you stated and nudged him with your elbow. he rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled. "god, your so cheesy."

you guys arrived at the subway station and took seats next to the window. katsuki wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to him, moving his hand up to play with your hair. katsuki knew it would be a while till you guys got to your stop, so he let you relax against his figure and even take a small nap.

he made sure to make sure you didnt mess up your light makeup, knowing you'd be upset since you left your makeup at home, or fixing your hair whenever you shifted so it wouldn't get tangled. after almost 2 hours of riding, you felt a light shake of your arm, and slowly sat up.

you went to wipe your face but felt katsukis arms stop you. "don't ruin your makeup princess." he said and you giggled tiredly, still trying to shake off the sleep as he helped you stand. "thanks katsu." you yawned and he dragged you out the subway train so you didn't miss the open doors.

katsuki pulled out a water bottle and handed it to you and you took it, taking small sips. you smiled as you screwed the top back on, placing it in his bag and taking his hand in yours. "my katsu is so caring, huh?" you ask, turning to see your boyfriends slightly pink cheeks.

"yeah, whatever." he mumbled and patted your head, earning a giggle. "you wanna eat first?" he asked as you guys stepped out of the subway station. it was a bit of a walk to the pier, so you guys had small conversation.

you linked your arm with his and looked up at him, "yeah, lets get some, uh.. oh! sushi!" you bounced and shot a big smile at your boyfriend, one he just couldn't refuse. "fine, you crazy woman," he patted your head and shot you a smirk, "my woman." you rolled your eyes and walked closer to your boyfriend, slightly leaning against him.

the sun beat down on you two as you made your way to the pier, eventually arriving. you felt the cool breeze from the ocean, versus the heat from the summer sun, it was refreshing. you two walked down the pier to find a place to eat, one that had sushi of course. "oh, katsu!" you called tugging on your boyfriends arm and pointing to a restaurant.

he turned his head and smiled in the direction of the restaurant. "good eye babe." he held your hand and you two entered the restaurant. after waiting for a waiter to lead you to your table, katsuki shot you a smile. "someone looks mighty happy huh?"

you kicked his leg under the table with a giggle. "of course, who wouldn't when they're with their favorite boy at a sushi restaurant." you stated and reached over to oinch katsukis slightly tinted cheeks. "someones turning red~" you teased and earned a scoff from the ash blonde sitting across from you.

"yeah, whatever woman." he rolled his eyes as the waiter came over to take your orders, and after a few minutes of waiting, your food was served and you two dug in. "hey babe." katsuki caught your attention, looking at you with a sort of blank expression. "hmm, what is it katsu?" you asked as you took a sip of your drink. "i was just thinking, do you want to do a bit of shopping before we go to the beach? theres alot of nice shops on the pier." he said and took a bite of his food.

you smiled and nodded at him, "of course id wanna shop, why? was there something you wanted to get?" you asked, raising a brow at him with a smile. he nodded and took a sip of his drink before replying. "shark tooth necklace." he said with a smirk.

you groaned and rolled your eyes playfully. your eyes kinda hurt from how many times you've done that today. "i should've known." you chuckled out, continuing to eat. he furrowed his brows slightly, watching you with a small frown. "is there something wrong with that." his expression made you almost frown at how upset he looked.

"oh my katsu! i didn't mean it like that!" i nearly shouted, cupping his face and placing a small kiss to his lips. "i just meant that i should've known its something you'd want! its actually really cute." you say and search his face for any change in expression.

hos lips turn up into a playful smiled as he lets out a laugh, "i know shitty woman, i was just messing." your jaw dropped as he took another bite of his food. you sit back and cross your arms glaring at him. "first thing im buying is some boxing gloves."

after your meal, you guys split the bill and head out to explore the shops on the pier. you find a cute little flower shop, some surfboard stands, lots and lots of food places, and a small gift shop. a few other stores too, but those were the ones you guys visited.

katsuki looked around the gift shop for a shark tooth necklace as you toyed with anything that caught your eyes. you found some cute earings, shark week magazines, snacks– you made sure to grab a bag of chips and some gummies –and other stuff.

you were about to pass up the necklace section till something caught your eye. a shark tooth necklace! you made sure to grab it and find katsuki. as you ran up to him, surprising him with a backhug, you held your hand infront of his face, letting the necklace dangle infront of his face.

"wha- babe!" he said and grabbed the necklace, looking at it with an excited smile. he turned to you and kissed you, holding you close by your waist. you were shocked by his sudden action, but when he pulled away you chuckled and smacked his chest with your palm. "damn katsuki, you really wanted it that bad?" you ask.

he chuckles and nodded at you. he lifted his hand and mimicked the way you dangled the necklace, but in his hand was a cute jellyfish plushie. you squeaked and grabbed it, looking down at it with a wide smile. "thought my princess would like this, hmm?" he asked and you hugged him.

after buying your items, plus a bunch of random snacks katsuki grabbed last minute, you two make your way to the beach. the WAAA alk alomg the pier is pretty, seeing the tall trees and shining sun refelecting off the vibrant green grass and the beautiful blue ocean.

once you two arrive at the beach, katsuki sets down his bag and pulls out a large blanket. you stand a bit farther away from your boyfriend and closer to the ocean, watching as kids played in the waves and surfers rode them. you bounced excitedly and waddled over to your boyfriend, watching him set the blanket onto the sand.

"katsu katsu katsu!!" you giggled with excitement as he sat down onto the blanket, anchored down by anything heavy enough to keep it from blowing away, though the wind wasnt too strong luckily. "yeah yeah, put on some sunscreen idiot." he said as he motioned you over. you took a seat on the blanket infront of bakugou, smiling at him as he helped you put on sunscreen.

after you two finished, he put the sunscreen away and grabbed your hand as he stood up. you suggested that you walk along the shore as the sun set, and after spending a while eating and shopping, it was almost time. "cmon! lets go katsuuu!"

he watched you as you dragged him towards the waves, big smile on your face and he swore that your eyes sparkled. he squeezed your hand tightly as he gazed past you at the ocean. you two watched the waves dance and crash and the beautiful pink sky slowly fade into a dark purple hue.

feeling the ocean on your feet, you turned to your boyfriend, met with a gaze, and expression that you aren't quite able to read. "whats that look katsu?" you asked, smiling as he released your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist. "dont worry about it dummy," he joked and you pouted at b b him, "love."

you felt your face heat up and you elbowed him lightly. "im serious katsu, like deadass." you turned to look at the waves. "im deadass too. you know i love you.. i don't get serious like this often so just accept it dummy." he said and lightly flicked your cheek. you smiled up at your ash blonde boyfriend, and jumped up to place a kiss on his cheek.

the sky shifted to a darker blue tone, white specks twinkling in the sky. stars, just like the ones bakugou sees in your eyes. your eyes were his galaxy and your smile was his sun.

as your boyfriend watched the stars twinkle, you watched him, his small smile warming your heart and his eyes twinkling, reflecting the beautiful scatter of dots in the sky.

you two had so much love for each other, so much care and passion. small moments like these may be simple, things considered cliches, but all those cliche stories made sense in that moment. those cliches were true and you were happy to be experiencing these feelings with your love, and he felt lucky to spend them with you too.

"hey katsu." you whispered over the sounds of the waves, but loud enough for him to hear. "yes princess?" he looked down at you.

"i love you. so much."

"i love you too sweetheart."

#frobi.bakugo #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou oneshot #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugo imagine #bakugo oneshot #bnha imagine #bnha oneshot #bnha imagines #bnha oneshots #mha imagines #mha oneshots #mha imagine #mha oneshot

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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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Blood Lust

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

vampire!hyunjin x human!reader - smutty smut smut lmao, fluff, a little bit of angst ig, fwb type vibe except the benefits include Hyunjin feeding on y/n lol

Word Count: 10.4k+ (I got carried away, I’m sorry lmao)

Summary - Having a part time job whilst at university is standard, right? Babysitting, bartending, retail, hospitality? Well, y/n’s job is a little… different. Or maybe a lot different. Depends on whether you find being a hot vampire’s personal blood bag weird or not.

Warnings: biting, blood, blood consumption, unrequited love, possessiveness, toxicity in a not-relationship, unprotected sex, intercourse, rough sex and softish sex, softdom!hyunjin x sub!reader, very brief sub!hyunjin, very explicit dirty talk, asphyxiation, slight body worship, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), hair pulling, teasing, mouth fucking, begging, praise, hickeys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, lots of soft aftercare, sexual and non-sexual nudity, I think that’s it but please let me know if you notice that I missed something!

a/n: and here is the fourth (and my favourite) instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I had so much fun writing this absolute filth and I hope you guys enjoy reading it! thank you @silverlightprincess for proofreading, I love you! please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts x

taglist: @kodzu-ken @cloudsgathering @silverlightprincess

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‘Took you long enough,’ Hyunjin says when I answer the door, and I give him an apologetic smile, making my eyes wide the way he can never resist, and I can see him fighting to keep the smile off his face. ‘Sorry. I was just… doing something,’ I say as I move aside to let him in, and he raises an eyebrow, slipping off his shoes. ‘Doing what?’ he asks, suspicious, and I avoid his gaze, locking the door after him. ‘I… um-’ ‘Let me guess. You forgot to have your iron supplements and remembered when I knocked on the door?’ he asks dryly, and I give him a weak smile, making him let out an annoyed huff.

‘y/n, I’m hungry. It’s been over a week,’ he complains, and I roll my eyes, trying to hide how endeared I always get at his complaining – he might be a big bad vampire to his clan, but he’s just a whiny little baby when he’s with me. ‘I’m sorry, Jinnie. It’s hard to remember, because I never used to take them,’ I say in my softest voice, knowing he won’t stay annoyed at me, and he just sighs, heading into the living room of my apartment. ‘And you used to wonder why you fainted all the time,’ he says exasperatedly, throwing himself down on my sofa.

When I first started at university, I was – to put it simply – broke as hell. My student loan funded my school supplies and my travel costs, and the money I earned working at my uncle’s restaurant paid for my driving lessons. I had no spare income to spend on anything else – I was still living with my parents, so I wasn’t homeless or hungry or anything. But I had no money for clothes, or nights out, or… anything other than the basic necessities.

When it got to the start of second year, and my uncle had to close his restaurant because he was getting a few customers a night if he was lucky (at every family gathering, he gets drunk and rambles about how Uber Eats murdered his business), I was desperate; I couldn’t pay for my driving lessons anymore, and I was having to buy a lot more supplies for school. One of my friends, Yeji, knew that I was struggling with money, and decided to confide in me about an arrangement she had with a friend of hers.

Her friend, Chan, was the leader of a vampire clan, she’d told me, and she was his blood donor. They’d meet a couple times a week, and he’d feed on her and pay her for it. I was fascinated – I knew vampires existed, but I never knew one personally, or knew anyone that knew one either, so to hear about Yeji’s arrangement astounded me. According to Yeji, vampires tend to drink from blood bags rather than from humans these days, but they still prefer blood from the source. So when Chan had offhandedly mentioned to Yeji that he was looking for a blood donor, she asked how much he was willing to pay. When she heard, she instantly offered to be his donor, knowing that that much money per feed would fund the rest of her university life after just a couple weeks.

I’d had so many questions for her. When I asked if it hurt, she told me the initial puncture felt a little like an injection, and then after that, she wouldn’t really feel anything other than it being a little uncomfortable to hold her neck at such an awkward angle. It would leave her feeling drowsy and weak, but Chan would feed her a little of his blood, just to strengthen her, and she would feel back to herself within no time. The two little scars on her neck would take a while to fade, but she said they were easy enough to cover up with makeup. I’d heard that being fed on was pleasurable, and almost sexual, but when I mentioned that to Yeji, she grimaced and said that it wasn’t at all like that. For her and Chan, it was a business transaction between good friends, and nothing more.

I was intrigued, to say the least, and I’d gone home that night thinking about the possibility of becoming a blood donor to a vampire. The next day, Yeji had run up to me excitedly, to tell me that one of Chan’s clan members was looking for a donor. Only a week later, I was waiting to meet him at a coffee shop, as though it was a blind date. I felt so nervous, worried that he’d take one look at me and walk straight back out. But the second he walked in and his eyes met mine, my heart stopped.

He was adorable, painfully so – with his soft brown hair falling over his cute glasses, and his light academia boyfriend aesthetic. He looked around my own age, but Yeji had told me that he was, in fact, 318 years old at the time (we celebrated his 320th birthday just a few months ago). He sat down with a shy smile, and I was lost for words. He had none of the pale skin or brooding moody looks or all black outfits – he was quite tanned with a friendly face and dressed in soft neutrals. I couldn’t believe that this harmless looking soft boy was a blood-sucking vampire. There was no way.

He bought us a coffee each, and bought me a caramel shortbread because, he told me shyly, it looked as sweet as me. We spoke for hours, our conversation quickly changing from generic and awkward, to comfortable and deep. I explained how difficult it was to fund life at university without putting pressure on my low-income parents to support me, and he explained his life as a vampire. We left the coffee shop at closing time, Hyunjin insisting on walking me home, and we parted with the decision that I would become his blood donor.

We met again, only a week later, with the same shy smiles and slightly awkward conversation. This time, I’d gone to the house that he shared with some of the clan members, but nobody else was at home. It was just us. We’d slowly worked up to it, and when Hyunjin was stood before me, neck bent so that his mouth brushed against the skin of my throat, I felt relaxed and prepared due to his gentle comforting and support. I tried my hardest not to tense when I felt his fangs puncture my skin, wincing a little at the sharp pain, but before I had time to get used to the feeling of someone drinking my blood, Hyunjin had pulled away, coughing up all my blood over his hoodie.

‘What’s the matter? Are you okay?’ I’d asked, and Hyunjin had wiped at his mouth, face twisted in disgust. ‘y/n, I’m really sorry, but your blood is… gross,’ he’d said bluntly, still coughing between each word. This had hurt more than you’d expect – somehow, it’s not a nice feeling to hear that a vampire finds your blood disgusting enough to cough it all back up. ‘Oh. I’m really sorry,’ I’d said, feeling humiliated, and Hyunjin had waved his hand in the air, swigging down some water. ‘No, don’t apologise. I just… I was just surprised. Do you not know you’re anaemic?’ he’d asked, and I’d blinked at him in surprise. ‘Anaemic?’ I’d echoed, and he’d nodded, an amused smile playing at his lips. ‘Your blood has, like, no iron in it. Drinking your blood was like… drinking bitter coffee. Just how you’d add milk and sugar to coffee, your blood needs iron.’

He’d left me in his room whilst he went to get me some iron supplements, and I’d eaten two of the gummy vitamins when he’d handed them to me. We’d waited for half an hour, and then we’d tried it again, sat on his bed this time. His fangs slid into the two little holes they’d made earlier, not as painful this time around, and he didn’t pull away this time either, instead pulling me closer with his strong arms. It was a weird sensation, not a… nasty one, but just weird. With each hungry gulp he took, I’d felt myself getting drowsier and drowsier, head becoming light, and my eyes slid shut after around thirty seconds.

I’d felt Hyunjin pull away only a few moments after that, and he’d shook me lightly, just to keep me awake. ‘Let me feed you some of my blood,’ he’d murmured gently, lifting his wrist to his mouth and piercing the skin. He’d held his wrist to my mouth then, and I’d gently sucked at his skin, tasting the metallic tang of his blood on my tongue. Seconds later, I felt wide awake, like nothing had happened at all.

For the next year, I went to his house twice a week for a few hours at a time. We’d usually watch a film or play a video game or just sit on our phones together in his room, when he wasn’t drinking my blood, of course. It didn’t take me long to realise he wasn’t exactly the shy soft boy I met that first day. Don’t get me wrong – he was still a little quiet sometimes, awkward and clumsy, a total scaredy cat, and he’d be shy around new people. But after a few weeks, once he was much more comfortable around me, different elements of his personality came out too. He was flirty and bratty and sassy and he could be a total whore – he loved his loose comfy clothes, but he also loved his tighter-than-skin jeans and slightly see-through shirts, leather and silk and expensive cotton blends, in black and navy tones. But he was also sensitive and emotional, thoughtful and sweet. It was soon obvious to me that he was multi-dimensional as a person, complex with so many levels, and I’d wanted nothing more than to get to know them all.

I met the majority of his clan members over that time, and they were all just as nice as Hyunjin. I spent a lot of time with them, because Yeji and our friends were friends with them too. We went to parties together, had a lot of movie nights or ordered takeout together at their clan house, meaning I spent more time with Hyunjin than I did with anyone else, which did nothing for my hopeless crush on him. But I didn’t mind that my attraction to him wasn’t reciprocated because we were slowly becoming best friends.

He was always so careful with me, so gentle, like I was an antique vase or a fine china teacup. He’d hold me close to him with a firm grip, and he’d take slow and steady gulps, never making more than two punctures in my skin when he fed on me. He would never have us sitting in one position for too long or feed on me for more than two minutes at a time – when he was particularly hungry, he’d feed on me three or four times in one sitting, but only for two minutes at a time. When he’d pull away, there was never any blood around his mouth like you see in the films, and no blood staining my neck either. He was clean and careful, always cautious of hurting me, and I was so grateful for that. Sometimes I’d run into Yeji at the house, after Chan had fed on her, and every now and then, she’d have blood all over her neck and shoulder or her clothes and hair would be a mess from Chan losing his composure and being a little rougher with her than usual. I would thank God each time, so lucky that Hyunjin treated me like a fragile doll.

After a year, I’d made enough money from being his donor – or, as Jisung loved to call me, Hyunjin’s personal blood bag – that I could put a deposit down on an apartment. I’d told my parents that I was working as an assistant at an accountancy firm when I didn’t have any lectures or seminars at university, which is why I was making so much money, and that Hyunjin was the only co-worker my own age, which is why I was with him so much. I moved into an apartment block around ten minutes from the clan house, on the same floor as Chaeryeong, and Hyunjin helped me move in. A couple of the other clan boys chipped in too so that, and I quote, ‘you have to let us stay with you when we want a break from the clan’.

Only a month after living at the apartment, I’d woken up in the middle of the night to someone hammering at the door. I’d jumped out of bed, dressed in just a little vest and satin shorts, arms and legs bare, stepping into my slippers as I rushed to the door. I’d had my phone in my hand and had typed in the number for the emergency services, ready to phone them if this was someone trying to rob me, and I’d opened the door carefully. Before I could even process what was going on, Hyunjin had burst in and thrown himself at me, pulling me into his arms and burying his head in my neck, my legs instinctually wrapping around his waist to keep myself steady.

‘Jin, are you oka-’ ‘I’m really fucking drunk, and all I could think about was you, and how hot you are, and how fucking amazing your blood is, and how much I wanna drain you dry, so I ditched the boys because I missed you too fucking much,’ he’d growled in my ear, making my eyes widen in shock and my underwear dampen embarrassingly quickly. He’d chuckled, taking a deep breath, before whispering, ‘judging by the sweet smell coming from your pussy, doll, I think you like the sound of that too.’

He’d kicked the door shut behind him and, with his vamp speed, we were in my bedroom only a few moments later, the vampire boy dropping me onto the bed and climbing over me instantly. ‘Listen, y/n, I’m not exaggerating when I say that I’m really, really drunk. Like… I’m wasted,’ he’d murmured into the skin of my neck, hands roughly trailing up and down the sides of my body. ‘I can tell,’ I’d replied breathlessly, hands tangled into his soft black locks, fluffy and messy around his forehead. ‘Which means… I’m not gonna be able to hold back. I probably won’t be gentle like I always am, because that always takes a lot of self-control, which I don’t… really have at the moment. So if you need me to stop, say… werewolf,’ he’d said against my skin, saying the last word with disdain. The werewolves and vampires had always had a long-standing rivalry, and he was obviously aware that the word would pull him out of any desire-filled reverie.

He hadn’t even given me a moment to reply before he’d sunk his teeth into my neck, rough and harsh, and I’d let out a gasp into his ear, his hands gripping onto my waist. He’d sucked at my neck, drinking my blood desperately, and I could feel it dripping down my shoulder and chest. And usually, when I wouldn’t be able to feel anything because of how gentle he was, all I could feel was pleasure, pure hot pleasure flooding through my veins. It was heavenly, and I’d let out little moans and whimpers into his ear, making him even more desperate, with my hands on his back, nails digging in through his thin white shirt.

It wasn’t long before his big veiny hands were wandering eagerly around my body, one palming at my breast and rolling the hard nipple between his fingertips, the other slipping under my shorts and pressing against my clothed core, my wetness having seeped through my underwear. He’d moved away from my neck and looked down at me with ruby red eyes, his jet black hair a sweaty mess and my blood dripping down his chin in harsh red lines. ‘Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking hot. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,’ he’d growled, his pointed fangs on full display, making my chest tighten with desire. ‘Can I fuck you, doll? I need you so fucking bad right now,’ he’d asked lowly, hands both stilling against my body, and I’d instantly replied, ‘yes, Hyunjin, please.’

Now, another year later, it’s pretty common that we fuck when he feeds on me. I found out that it was so difficult for him to feed on me as gently as he used to, desperate to just throw me against a wall and drain me of every drop. But when I’d look at him nervously with my ‘big innocent eyes’, he knew he couldn’t hurt me. But that night, we’d found out that messy and rough feeding just felt… so much better. We’d also found out a lot of other things since that night; Hyunjin loves biting me in places other than my neck – my boobs and the insides of my thighs are his personal favourites – and I love it when he’s fucking me and bites me just as I’m about to cum – it heightens the pleasure a thousand times, making me see white and scream his name out like it’s being torn from my throat.

But, to my slight disappointment, sex is all it is. We’re like friends with benefits, but the benefits include feeding on me as well as sex. A lot of other things have changed though. Hyunjin practically lives at the apartment now – he sleeps here 4 or 5 nights a week. It’s like we share the apartment; he’s got as many of his belongings here as I do. I don’t mind it, though. He is pretty much my best friend, so spending time together is enjoyable, even if it means I’m falling more and more for him. Hyunjin’s paid me enough over the past couple years for me to be able to do my master’s degree, and I also managed to get a part time job at the coffee shop where Hyunjin and I first met, so it doesn’t feel like I’m solely relying on the money he gives me (it’s enough to fund me, but I don’t want him to think I’m like his little blood bag and nothing more – I basically am but we won’t talk about that).

This last week, though, I went away with the girls for a little last minute break to Rome (we’d planned to go for two weeks but then we would’ve missed Jackson’s Halloween party in a few days, and it’s already being called the party of the year, so we decided to just go for a week), and so he’s had to drink from blood bags whilst I was gone. He was sending me all these sad snapchats of him pouting with a straw in his mouth, wishing he was drinking from me instead – I think he wanted me to react to it with pity, but instead it was just turning me on. I landed back a couple hours ago, and I forgot to have my iron supplement vitamins when I arrived at the apartment, so he’s right – I had them when he knocked on the door.

I look down at him, sprawled out on his side of the sofa, his black locks a stark contrast against the grey cushions. He looks like such a boyfriend, dressed in a thin white t-shirt and a pair of grey joggers, white socks on his feet, glasses on his face and a silver chain around his neck. He looks up at me with a small grin on his face, eyes scanning my body. ‘You look hot, doll,’ he smirks, and I feel my cheeks heating up. I’m only in comfy travel clothes but he’s looking at me like I’m dressed up to the nines. ‘Thank you, Jin,’ I reply, sitting down beside him and letting him pull my legs across his lap.

‘I’m being serious. You look all glowy. And you’ve tanned a little. Did you have fun?’ he asks, hands skimming up and down my legs. ‘I loved it, Jin. We should go together. Everything was so beautiful. The sights are amazing, the weather is gorgeous, the food is delicious, the people are so lovely. The vibes there are just perfect. You’d love it,’ I tell him, and he just watches me as I speak, a small smile on his plump lips. ‘You’ll have to take me one day, angel,’ he murmurs, and I nod, unable to keep the shy smile from my face.

‘I saw on Ryujin’s story,’ he begins, and I knew this was coming, my heart sinking a little as he continues, ‘that you guys made friends with the people staying in the hotel room next to you. What were they like?’ ‘They were nice. We didn’t actually speak to them ‘til the fourth day, then we had dinner and drinks together on the fifth day, went sightseeing together on the sixth, and shopping together on the seventh. But, yeah, they were okay. They were a bit too… boisterous and noisy for my liking, but the girls got on with them, so I didn’t mind spending time with them,’ I explain honestly, and he just nods, looking like he still has more questions. ‘How many of them were there?’ ‘There were eight boys, and four of them brought their girlfriends. I got along better with their girlfriends than them, to be honest,’ I say lightly, Hyunjin just looking at me unreadably. ‘So you spent a few days in Rome with four single guys?’ he asks, voice tight, and I let out a gentle sigh.

‘Jin, do-’ ‘Answer the question, y/n.’ ‘Yes, we did. Is that a problem, Jin?’ ‘No, y/n, it’s not. Or, at least, it wouldn’t be, if you weren’t covered in a scent that isn’t yours,’ he says evenly, and my eyes widen. ‘I’m covered in someone else’s scent? Well… it must be Yuna’s, because we shared a bed. Or Lia’s – I wore her hoodie on the flight ba-’ ‘No, y/n. I’ve spent enough time with Yuna and Lia to know what they smell like. That’s not the scent on you. You smell like a human boy. So stop lying and tell me why,’ he says, voice tight, and I sigh. ‘Jin, I’m not lying. I didn’t, like, sleep with any of them, if that’s what you’re worried about.’ ‘Then why do you smell like a human boy?’ he asks slowly, obviously trying to keep his composure, and I take a deep breath.

‘I was sat next to one of them on the flight back, and he fell asleep. His head fell on my shoulder a couple times, and I felt bad to wake him up, so I just le-’ ‘You just what, y/n? You let a random human boy sleep on you? Get his scent all over you?’ he demands, hands tightening on my legs and veins protruding from beneath his honey skin. ‘Are you being serious right now, Jin?’ ‘Yes, I am. You can’t just let random human boys get their scent all over you.’ ‘And why not?’ I demand, voice shaky with anger as I take my legs off his lap, and he glares at me. ‘Because I pay you a lot of money to feed on you, and I don’t want anyone else getting near what’s mine,’ he growls, butterflies exploding in my stomach when his eyes glow red.

‘But I’m not yours, Jin. You pay me to feed on me. That’s all. There was no agreement that I would stay away from any other boy!’ I exclaim, shocked at how ridiculous he’s being and trying to ignore how much my body is aching for him, and he scoffs. ‘You don’t need any other boy. I give you all the companionship you need, I fund you so you buy anything you want, and I keep you satisfied. That’s all you need,’ he says simply, and my mouth falls open slightly. ‘What if I wanted a boyfriend? An actual relationship with a boy who loves me?’ I ask, giving him a chance to say what I so want him to say, and his eyes flash momentarily before he says, ‘you don’t want a relationship.’ ‘What if I did?’ ‘We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. But, for now, you’re mine, y/n, and you know it. I don’t want you getting any other boys’ scents on you again, understood?’ he asks, and I just stare at him in shock, unable to believe how unreasonably he’s behaving.

He gives me a few seconds to reply and when I don’t, he moves so quickly I don’t even realise what’s happened until he’s hovering over me, my back pressing into the sofa, and his hand is pressed to my throat tightly. ‘I asked you if you understand,’ he says lowly, eyes glowing red and fangs glinting in the mellow light of the lamp, threateningly sharp. ‘No, Jin, I don’t. I don’t understand why I should have to stay away from other boys,’ I whisper, heart nearly beating out of my chest, and he lets out a harsh scoff. ‘Because you don’t need them. You only need me,’ he growls, tightening his grip on my throat, and I let out a little gasp of surprise, already feeling a slight dizziness in my head.

‘You only want me, too,’ he whispers, ducking his head so that his soft lips move against the skin over my collarbones, releasing my throat and moving his hand to hold my waist instead. ‘You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know how much you want me, doll? You forget how well I know you, much better than you can ever know yourself. I can sense your every thought, your every feeling – I can smell it on you. The way the serotonin rolls off you in waves when you look at me, the way you drip with dopamine when we touch, the way I feel like I’m drunk on your endorphins whenever I’m around. My presence makes you want me, angel, and we both know it,’ he murmurs softly between gentle kisses, fluffy hair tickling against my cheek, and all I can feel, more with each word, is complete and utter humiliation. Never once has he – or any of the other vampires I see on a daily basis – told me that they can do that – can sense humans’ emotions.

He lets out a gentle chuckle, pushing himself up on one forearm to look down at me with a half-smirk. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, doll. I love it – I really fucking love it – that you want me as much as I want you. As much as I’ve always wanted you, since the first moment I set eyes on you. It consumes me, angel, how much I want you,’ he admits, not looking me in the eyes as his hand slowly makes its way up from my waist to brush my hair back from my face, and the butterflies in my stomach are unbearable. ‘How much do you want me?’ I ask without thinking, the words coming out as a whisper, and his eyes flit up to meet mine, both of us silent as I wait for him to speak, hoping to God he’s going to say he wants me just as much as I want him – more than just sexually. ‘More than you can ever know, princess,’ he murmurs, sparkly brown eyes locking with mine, and my heart jumps at the nickname he so rarely calls me – I’m doll every day, angel when he’s in the mood, but I’m only princess every now and then, when his eyes sparkle the way they are now, like he’s looking at the universe and it’s reflected back in those beautiful brown eyes.

‘Let me… let me show you?’ he whispers, the words coming out slightly questioning, and I can’t help the small smile that spreads across my lips, despite not hearing quite what I wanted to. I slide my hand around the back of his neck, fingers pressing into his soft skin as I pull him down to me, eyes sliding shut as his lips meet mine. I never used to understand the hype over kissing. I never had any of the fireworks, the passion, the clashing tongues and teeth like you read in books and see in films. I only ever kissed one boy, once, and it was quite awkward – he practically tried to suck off my face from the get-go, his hands clamped on my shoulders. But Hyunjin, god, is he good at kissing? I could kiss him for the rest of my life, with his soft plump lips and his hands trailing all over my body.

He barely waits a second before parting my lips with his, tongue sliding into my mouth without a moment of hesitation and his big hand pressing against my waist. I tangle my hands into his hair, soft locks sliding between my fingers, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, as close as physically possible. Before I even have a chance to start feeling uncomfortable, I feel a rush a movement, and not even a few seconds later, I’m on my bed beneath him, our lips still pressed together.

He turns us over, my body laid on top of his, and I forget momentarily that my weight atop him is nothing in comparison to the kind of weight he can carry. I practically melt into him, my body melding into the curves and contours of his body, fitting us together like puzzle pieces. He slides his hands into my hair, the feeling of his fingers against my scalp making me let out a soft whine. ‘You’re fucking perfect, doll,’ he groans against my lips, my entire body tingling as our mouths move in sync, slow and passionate, not nearly as rushed and desperate as usual. His touches are gentle, careful and tender, where he usually holds me in a bruisingly tight grip, rough and possessive.

I slide my hands under his t-shirt tentatively, and he doesn’t even hesitate to sit up, breaking away from me momentarily as I pull the top over his head, throwing it over my shoulder as he reattaches his lips to mine. I slide my hands over his torso, fingers roaming over the ridges of his hard abs, his skin radiating heat. Vampires might have no circulation but the rumour about them being freezing cold all the time is false – their body temperature automatically regulates to the temperature around them, meaning he’s just as hot as I am right now.

His hands slide under my shirt, and we break apart again for him to pull it over my head, instantly leaning down to suck at the exposed skin of my breasts as he cups them, big hands covering them completely. I let out gentle whines, head falling back, and one of his hands comes to rest at the base of my exposed throat, asserting his dominance – I might be on top of him right now, but we both know who’s in charge here.

He doesn’t wait long before turning us over, kissing me for a few more moments before he climbs off me, standing at the foot of the bed. He gently grabs my ankles, pulling me down the bed, and I let out a gentle giggle, a smile on his face at the sound. He pulls off my socks, momentarily tickling the underside of one foot, and a startled laugh is forced out of me as I kick at his hand to make him stop. He reaches for the drawstring of my joggers with a grin, tugging it open deftly and pulling them down my legs swiftly.

My black underwear isn’t anything special, just a plain cotton bra and my high-waisted comfy granny pants, but his eyes trawl over my body like I’m in the finest lingerie, the bulge in his joggers becoming a little more noticeable, making my mouth water embarrassingly quickly – I could live on my knees for Hyunjin if that’s what he wanted me to do. His eyes meet mine, a small smirk on his lips as he drops to his knees, pulling me further down the bed so that my legs are slung over his broad shoulders, heels resting against his strong back.

His hands grab at my pants, ripping them away from my body effortlessly, reminding me again of just how strong he is – he could literally crush my neck without a single hair of his moving out of place. He spreads my legs further, eyes locked onto my core, and he lets out a gentle groan. ‘Fuck, so wet for me, angel,’ he murmurs, running a finger over my slit, a desperate whimper falling from my lips. ‘I don’t need prepping – just want you, Jin,’ I murmur, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. ‘That’s the spirit, doll, but I don’t wanna rip you in half. We’ll see how well you take my fingers first,’ he says amusedly, not giving me a second to reply before he plunges a finger into me.

I gasp loudly, but the pleasure disappears with his finger which he lifts to his lips, eyes locked with mine as he licks his finger clean of my essence. His eyes flutter shut momentarily as he lets out a low moan, my pussy flooding at the sound. ‘You taste amazing, so fucking sweet. This pussy was made for me to eat, wasn’t it, angel?’ he asks, and when I take a second to reply, he raises an eyebrow, prompting me. ‘Yes, Jin, only for you,’ I reply hastily, and a satisfied smile spreads across his lips.

His finger slips between my folds again, and he doesn’t give me a second to react before he adds another, trying to work me open a little. ‘You’re so tight, doll. And you said you didn’t need prepping,’ he laughs, curling his long fingers inside me, making me clench around him. He slowly pumps in and out of me, rocking his hand against me gently, and I let out moan after moan at this completely foreign feeling. He’s always so quick, so desperate to have me fall apart on his hand as fast as I could, but this? This is different, this is slow, heavenly, like he wants me to enjoy this blissful feeling.

He adds another finger, just about fitting inside me, and I throw my head back against the bed, back arching up as I let out a loud moan of his name. ‘Fuck, angel, you’re killing me. Love your pretty moans,’ I hear him murmur, his voice just about breaking through the pleasure that rolls over me like waves crashing, and his thumb appears at my clit, rubbing slow circles that make me whimper desperately. I look down at him, stomach turning when I realise he’s been watching me, eyes studying my face for my reactions as his fingers work their magic, and I can barely maintain his eye contact, hearing him chuckle when my head falls back, mouth falling open in a moan.

His fingers disappear from inside me after a few minutes, giving me a momentary reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure as he moves closer to me, warm breath fanning out over my core. ‘Oh, god,’ I moan out when he licks a long stripe up my slit without warning. My hands instantly reach down to tangle into his hair, tugging at the locks as he sucks at my clit with his plump lips, making my toes curl. He flicks his tongue over my folds, whimpers spilling from my lips as I squirm, and Hyunjin puts one arm over my waist, pressing down to hold me in place.

He pokes his tongue between my folds, gently pushing into my core, and my mouth falls open into a silent scream when he begins to slowly rub at my clit with his thumb, my legs slamming into his back and pulling him even closer, as close as possible, his head completely buried between my legs. Wet and obscene slurping sounds drown out my desperate moans, and Hyunjin begins to let out grunts and groans against me, lapping at me like a man possessed.

I feel myself getting closer, the knot in my stomach tightening as Hyunjin sucks at my clit, pushing two fingers into me and pumping them at a mind-numbing pace. ‘Gonna cum for me, angel?’ he hums against me, and I can’t even muster up the sanity to reply, just moaning out his name, and he lets out a low chuckle before flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud, fingers curling against the spongy spot inside me. I tense up completely, head pressed back into the bed as I call out his name in a moan, releasing all over his hand and tongue. He works me through my orgasm, gently rocking his hand against me as he laps at my folds. ‘God, you taste amazing,’ he murmurs once I’ve come down from my high, licking the last bit of my release from his fingers, and it takes all my effort to lock my eyes with his as he does so, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

And then he lifts his wrist to his mouth, and I know what’s coming, stomach turning with excitement as he bites down into the skin. When he pulls his wrist away from his mouth, I push myself up onto my hands shakily, leaning forward to his wrist that he holds out to me, blood blooming from the smallest little wounds in his skin. I hold his arm to my mouth, sucking at the dots of blood, the metallic taste exploding on my tongue, and not a second after swallowing it down, I feel my energy coming back, regaining my strength quickly.

He pulls his arm away after a few seconds, his focus returning to between my legs, but when he lowers his head, his lips land on my inner thigh rather than my pussy, and I brace myself for the initial sting. His sharp fangs puncture into my soft thigh, the smallest sharp pain making me wince, but it quickly disappears when he hungrily gulps down my blood, messy and desperate. He lets out groans against my thigh, my blood dripping down my skin as he drinks me like a man starved, and I can already feel myself weakening, the pleasure making my head light and dizzy. He lifts his arm up again after a few moments, the two tiny puncture wounds still bleeding, and I lick it up, the weakness disappearing instantly.

He pulls away after around a minute, my blood dripping down his chin in two lines from the corners of his mouth, as though he’s greedily taken more of me into his mouth than he could handle, and he smirks at me as I wipe it up, putting my now bloodstained finger to his lips. He licks my finger in one swift motion, eyes closing as he savours the taste. ‘It’s not fair, angel. You shouldn’t have such a sweet pussy and delicious blood. You’ve got the whole package,’ he murmurs lightly, making me laugh as he rises from his knees, a small smile playing at his lips.

He looks down at me, dark eyes flitting over my body, and I feel conscious under his intimidating gaze. He seems to sense that I want to curl in on myself, shield my body from his view, and he gives me a soft smile. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n, and you don’t even know it. You’re heavenly, angel,’ he murmurs softly, holding out a hand to me, and I take it, letting him pull me up from the bed and into his arms. He holds me so tenderly, so gently, that I can’t help but bury my head into his chest, his soft and floral scent flooding my senses.

‘Gonna let me fuck you, angel?’ he asks, voice low, and I take a step back from him, a small smile on my face. ‘Wanna suck your dick first,’ I reply, his eyes darkening instantly, and I can’t help the grin on my face when he groans, ‘you’re one of a fucking kind.’ I take his hand into mine, pulling him around to the side of the bed. I kneel on the bed, hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and once I’m comfortable, I pull the drawstring on his joggers open, slipping my hands under to push them halfway down his thighs. He’s wearing a pair of plain black boxers, his bulge straining against the material, but I don’t pull them down just yet, instead moving my attention to his torso.

He’s so perfect, sculpted by the Gods, and I can’t help but admire his body every time I see it, hands running up his stomach and chest, and over his big shoulders. I bring my lips up to his collarbone, kissing and sucking to leave a mark, threading my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. He waits patiently, hands on my waist, lips letting out gentle sighs every now and then, and I can’t help but respect his self-control. He’s always so patient, putting me before himself, and I can’t even imagine how difficult it must be for him.

I take pity on him after a little while, moving from his neck and looking up at him with a small smile as my hands trail down to his underwear. I slip my hands beneath the waistband, pulling his boxers down just enough for his hard length to spring up against his stomach, Hyunjin letting out a gentle hiss. He’s so long with a perfect curve (he has the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen), and his head is painfully swollen and red, the tip leaking with milky white precum. My mouth waters at the sight.

I lean down and press a kiss to the tip, tongue sliding out to taste some of his precum, and he lets out a shaky breath. I spread his wetness down his length with one hand, his hands coming to tangle into my hair. I place my tongue at the base, licking up to the tip against the vein on the underside of his cock, and he tenses as I do so, gripping my hair tightly. I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as my hands slowly rub the rest of his length. I look up at him through my lashes as I take him further into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat, and his head falls back, a soft moan falling from his lips.

I gradually build my pace, steadily bobbing my head on him and taking him as far in as possible. ‘Such a good girl, doll,’ he groans, gentle moans falling from his lips more and more often now, and I know it isn’t going to be long before he loses all control. I’m just beginning to adjust to having him hit the back of my throat with each bob of my head when his hips start twitching, and he begins thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with his hands fisted into my hair. All I can do I grab onto the backs of his thighs as he fucks my mouth, my eyes beginning to water. His tip hits the back of my throat harshly, and I gag around him loudly, making him curse as he bucks into my throat.

‘Swallow,’ he instructs, voice not nearly as gentle and soft as a few minutes ago, and I try my best to do so, my throat contracting around him in noisy gags. ‘Come on, doll, you can take me further than that,’ he says teasingly, before pulling my head forward, his cock pushing down my throat and my lips wrapped around the base of his cock, and he can barely thrust back and forth because of how tight my throat is around him, desperately gagging to push him back out. Tears stream down my face, saliva running down my chin, and my choked gags and desperate breaths mingling with his soft grunts and whispered words of comfort in the air.

I can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching in my throat, and I ready myself to feel his hot release hit the back of my throat, but he pulls me off him with a loud sigh, looking down at me with tender eyes. He wipes the saliva from my face with gentle fingers, tilting my head up to kiss away the tear tracks that stain my skin, hand stroking my hair soothingly. ‘Always so good for me, angel. Gonna let me fuck you now?’ he asks, our eyes locked together, and I nod eagerly. ‘Please, Jin, want you,’ I breathe out, throat hoarse, and he grins, pressing his lips to mine in a brief kiss.

‘Lie down for me,’ he says, and I do so, watching as he pulls his joggers and boxers down his legs and kicking them away impatiently before he joins me on the bed, hovering over me. ‘You’re still in your bra, doll. This won’t do,’ he grins, slipping a hand beneath my body to expertly unclasp my bra. I pull it off me quickly, throwing it off to the side as Hyunjin ducks his head, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he rolls the other between his fingers, toying and tugging at it gently. I let out a gentle whimper, tangling my fingers into his hair, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. ‘Want me to bite you, angel?’ he asks teasingly, and I let out a low moan as confirmation, feeling his sharp fangs slide into the soft flesh of my breast not a moment later.

I gasp loudly, pleasure flooding through my veins as he swallows down my blood hungrily, the heady haze of bliss settling over me more and more with each gulp. Whimpers and moans fall from my lips every few seconds, my hands in his hair pulling him closer and closer, one of his big hands gripping onto my waist, fingers rubbing against my skin comfortingly. He doesn’t drink a lot this time, having had more than enough from my thigh, so I don’t feel too weak, but he still feeds me a little of his blood when he’s done, making me smile up at him.

‘Are you sure you still want me to fuck you? Have you got enough energy?’ he asks softly, brushing my hair back from my face, and I nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. ‘I want it, Jinnie. I want you,’ I whisper against his lips, and I feel him grin, resting on one forearm as he rubs his head against my folds teasingly. ‘Jin… please,’ I breathe out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and he lets out a low chuckle. ‘I like hearing you beg, doll,’ he murmurs, smile playing at his lips as he continues running his head up and down my folds, tapping the tip against my clit every few seconds, the wetness gushing from my core soaking him. ‘Please, Jin, need you to fuck me, fill me up with your cock, bite me and drain me dry, need it so bad,’ I plead pathetically, and his eyes darken at my words, the boy letting out a gentle ‘fuck’.

He sinks into me slowly, and I gasp as he inches in, enjoying the burning stretch and gripping onto his strong shoulders as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me with my ankles locked together. He lets out a low groan when he bottoms out, our bodies lined up perfectly, and he brings his hand up to my mouth, slipping two fingers past my lips. I roll my tongue around them as he gives me a moment to stop clenching around him and adjust to the stretch. He pushes his fingers a little further in, making me gag around them, and I shoot him evils, Hyunjin trying to look apologetic, but failing miserably and looking amused instead.

‘Can I- fuck, angel, you gotta stop clenching, gonna make me cum. Can I move? Doll, please, I need to move,’ he pleads, the words coming out as a low whine, and I feel a thrill in my stomach. I can’t help but feel pride at being able to make Hyunjin – someone so dominant – whiny and submissive because he’s that desperate to fuck me. I hum out permission around his fingers, and he pulls all the way out before pushing back in, slow and deep, the drag of his cock against my walls making us both moan. ‘Fuck, so tight, angel. So wet and tight. Fucking love this pussy, doll,’ he growls as he fucks into me, dark eyes locked with mine as I moan around his fingers.

‘How’d you want it, y/n? Want me to fuck you slow, doll, or so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?’ he asks in a low voice, hips stilling as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I let out a gentle whine, not quite sure what I want. ‘Anything, Jin, just need you,’ I whisper breathlessly, and he grins a cocky grin, his ego satisfied. His hand comes to the base of my throat, pads of his fingers resting against my blood vessels, and he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty, before slamming all the way back in, knocking all of the air out of me in a desperate moan, his balls slapping against my ass.

‘You were only gone a week but, fuck, I missed you so fucking much. Missed your sweet pussy and your sweet blood, angel. Couldn’t stop myself from jacking off to the thought of this tight, wet little cunt, doll,’ he growls against my ear, his hand at my throat tightening just a little, and I let out a pathetic whimper in reply, his words sending a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of me, coating his thighs and abdomen. ‘So wet, doll, gushing around me. Did you miss my cock, angel?’ he asks between thrusts, my hands tangling into his soft locks, gripping tightly. ‘Missed your cock so much, Jin. Wanted you so fucking bad while I was gone. Never wanna leave you again,’ I try to say, half of it coming out as garbled nonsense and moans, and he lets out a low groan, his thrusts becoming even harder and deeper, his silver chain brushing against my chin with each thrust.

His hand tightens even more, completely cutting off my airflow, and my head instantly starts to become light, the pleasure increasing endlessly with each second. ‘More,’ I barely manage to breathe out, and he lets out a gentle chuckle, doing as I say, fucking me so hard that the bed creaks with each thrust. ‘My dirty little girl. Can’t even handle what I’m already giving you, and you’re asking for more. You forget how strong I am. I’m gonna tear you in half as this rate, angel,’ he murmurs against my ear, hand still tight at my throat, silver rings digging into my skin, and I don’t even feel fear, like I probably should. All I can feel is pure, hot need.

He moves one of my legs from around his waist, bringing it up between us so that my ankle rests on his shoulder, the new position allowing him to go deeper, so much deeper, and his tip scrapes against the spot inside me that makes me scream. He reaches down to rub at my clit, bringing me closer to my climax, and I can feel my vision beginning to go blank when he ducks his head to suck at my neck with his plump lips. The mixed sensations of his hand at my throat, his cock filling me up perfectly, his thumb at my clit and his mouth sucking marks onto my skin makes my eyes flutter shut, the pleasure overwhelming me.

‘Look at me, angel. Wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you,’ he growls, cock dragging against my walls, and it takes all my energy to open my eyes. His jaw is clenched, sweat dripping down his face, lips swollen, eyes dark and dilated, glinting red every few seconds, his chain dangling in my face. He looks like sin incarnate. ‘Fuck, you’re so pretty. So fucking pretty,’ he groans, releasing my throat from his tight grip, and I take a deep gasping breath, not even realising how much I needed to breathe. He holds his wrist to his mouth, biting at it again and pushing it against my mouth. I lick up the small drops of blood, quickly regaining my strength, and he presses his lips to mine once I’m done, in a brief passionate and sloppy kiss.

He breaks away from me with a grin, continuing to fuck me hard and deep, swollen tip scraping against the spongy spot inside me, and I let out desperate moans and whimpers of his name, Hyunjin grunting and groaning sinfully softly as tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clench around him sporadically, knowing my high is nearing, and he knows it too, his hand slipping down to my clit and rubbing slow circles with his thumb, making me call out his name. ‘Gonna cum for me, doll?’ he asks, and I can’t even bring myself to reply, just nodding along with loud moan, and he grins, his cock still hammering into me.

‘Want you to cum for me, angel. Cum on my cock, y/n, soak it up like a good little girl. So good for me, angel, wanna feel you cum around me,’ he prompts, pushing me closer and closer, the knot in stomach becoming tighter and tighter, and I’m so close, practically there, hanging on the precipice of my high. He grins at me, his lethal fangs sliding out and his eyes glowing red before he ducks his head, biting into the soft flesh of my neck and pushing me over the edge. I scream out his name as he gulps down my blood, numbing bliss flowing through me like morphine, his cock still rocking into me and his thumb toying with my clit. My vision is completely blank, neither white nor black, just… blank, pleasure exploding within me, and I feel my consciousness slipping away until Hyunjin’s finger slips between my lips. He must have bitten it because I taste his blood on my tongue, bringing me back to this moment with him.

He breaks away from my neck when I’ve come down from my high, lips and chin covered in my blood and his eyes still flickering red as he grins, both hands digging into the mattress on either side of my head, the pace of his thrusts increasing once more, his cock slamming into me as he chases his high. I wrap my legs around his waist tightly, arms around his shoulders and nails digging into his skin, hard enough to leave marks. I try not to let the overstimulation stop me from getting him to his climax, my pussy clenching around him with sensitivity, and when I feel his cock twitching inside me, desperate moans falling from his lips and face scrunching up with desperate desire, I know he’s about to cum. I dig my heels into his back to hold him deep inside me, and his head drops down to my neck.

‘Cum in me, Jin. Wanna feel you cum in me, please. Fill me up, Jin. Cum for me, baby,’ I murmur into his ear and he does as I ask, moaning my name loudly against my neck as his entire body tenses up. He bites into me again as he releases inside me, his hot thick cum painting my insides as he slowly moves his hips against me, leisurely sucking my blood. He gently rocks into me until he’s finished and I’m completely out of breath, both of us covered in blood, sweat, tears and cum.

‘God, you’re so good for me, angel,’ he murmurs gently after pulling away from my neck, his fangs retracting before he presses kisses to the skin he’s just bitten, sucking and nipping to leave marks. I play with his hair, body still tensing with aftershocks, and he runs his hands up and down my body, caressing my sweaty skin. Every movement, every action, every featherlight touch of his is so comforting, so tender, that I feel like I can stay here with him forever, letting him worship my body so gently like this, my hands playing with his soft, fluffy locks.

But after a while, I can feel myself drifting away, and I know I can’t sleep like this – covered in various… liquids, with completely soiled sheets and a vampire practically drunk on my blood lying on top of me. ‘Jin… I gotta get up. Clean myself up before I sleep,’ I murmur, and he whines, making me smile at his bratty behaviour. ‘No, wanna stay like this,’ he mumbles against my breast, having ventured down to leave marks on the soft flesh beside my nipple. ‘We can after. Just let me have a quick shower and change the sheets,’ I say softly, and he sighs, waiting a few moments before he pulls out of me and gets up off me, standing up beside the bed.

‘Wait here a second,’ he says before heading towards the bathroom, giving me a view of his cute little ass as he goes. I lie there in silence for a couple minutes, focused on the feeling of his thick cum trickling out of me, before he reappears with a smile, making my heart stop momentarily. His hair is pasted to his forehead with sweat, the bottom half of his face is covered in blood, his lips are swollen and his eyes are lidded with the drunken tiredness of being full on blood, but he looks like the most beautiful man in the world to me.

He scoops me up into his arms, bridal style, and carries me into the bathroom, my eyes on his face the entire time, a small smile on his lips because he knows I’m watching him and admiring him. When we walk into the bathroom, my eyes flit to the bathtub, which is now full. I realise he’s drawn me a bath, my heart swelling when he gently puts me down, not letting go until my feet are firmly on the floor. ‘Go to the toilet first. Don’t want you getting a UTI,’ he says, and I let out a bratty whine, making him raise an eyebrow. ‘Toilet. Now,’ he says, and I pout, stomping to the toilet. His eyes stay locked with mine as I piss, and I let out a laugh after a few seconds – the fact that he’s stood there naked and covered in blood watching me as I wee naked and covered in blood is just so funny to my sleep deprived and jet-lagged mind – and he just rolls his eyes with an amused smile.

Once I’m done washing my hands, I practically bound to the bath eagerly, and he helps me to climb in. I sigh happily as sit in the tub, the temperature of the water perfect to cool down my burning hot skin. I lean back against the edge, my eyelids drooping with tiredness as I watch him wash his face in the sink, cleaning away all the blood. ‘What a waste,’ he murmurs as he watches the red-tinted water wash down the sinkhole, making me let out a little laugh, and he smiles softly at the sound. He climbs into the shower and I watch as he turns the dial, the glass fogging up as the water rains down over him, soaking his honey skin and his pitch black hair.

I love watching Hyunjin do anything, my eyes not leaving his face as he gently scrubs at his skin with my passionfruit-scented shower gel, but I’m so tired that, without even realising it, I fall asleep after a few minutes. Hyunjin wakes me with a tender smile, once he’s out of the shower, wearing fresh underwear and joggers, his chest bare and a towel around his neck to gather the water that drips from his dark hair. I’m too tired to even speak as he washes me, soft hands rubbing gently at my skin, cleaning away the sweat on my body, the blood stains around where he bit me, the dried release around my thighs and the echoes of tear tracks on my face. Neither of us speak the entire time, but we don’t really have to – his touches on my body say everything he wants to say, and my gaze locked onto his face says anything I want to say.

He drains the bath, drying me carefully and carrying me back into the bedroom once he’s done, redressing me in a clean pair of underwear and a soft t-shirt of his that I’ve claimed as my own. He must have changed the sheets whilst I was asleep in the bath, and we climb into my bed together, his arms holding me close. I almost fall asleep the instant my head lands on the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as my body lines up with Hyunjin’s, his front pressed to my back and his arms around my waist. I stay awake just long enough to hear him whisper something, something that sounds suspiciously like what I’ve wanted to hear from him for nearly as long as I’ve known him, but sleep takes me before I can reply.

When I wake in the morning, the other side of the bed is empty, and his bedroom is empty too. And when I see that his shoes are gone from beside the door, I realise he must have left whilst I was asleep. I practically turn the apartment upside down, but he hasn’t left me a note. I check my phone, but he hasn’t texted or called. I can barely make it back into bed before I dissolve into tears, sobbing as though my heart would break.

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Where Three Stars Meet

Sope x Reader ; PolyBTS

“We’re meant to be it’s written in the stars...”

Rating: M

Word Count: 6,046

Release Date: July 22nd, 2020 @ 9 p.m. (GMT-4)

Warning: The following contains material not suitable for all audiences. Includes murder, recreational drug use, homophobic slurs, smut, and toxic relationships. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

YN awoke to the sight of Min Yoongi staring down at her sleeping figure, that in itself would’ve been concerning if it weren’t for the fact that Yoongi’s clothes were covered in blood. “What happened?” YN threw the covers off her body and rushed to Yoongi, who simply stared at her with dead eyes before shrugging. “Shush, calm down.” The smile he gave her barely graced his cheeks. “Some homophobic pigs tried to attack Hobi and me. We defended ourselves, but things got kind of messy.” Even in the dark of night, YN could see there was far too much blood on Yoongi for it to have been from a normal fight. Perhaps Yoongi could see the furrow between her brows and the doubt that hung heavy on her tongue. For the second she parted her lips, he interrupted.

“I’m tired, YN. I just want to rest.” With no further warning, he began to strip off his soiled clothing. Letting it drop to the floor.

YN immediately jumps out of bed, gathering the clothing into her arms and heading into her bathroom. Thankfully her mother ran a late shift tonight, for the sound of the washing machine starting up would have roused her from sleep. Though YN’s mother was more understanding than most - even she wouldn’t tolerate a man in her daughter’s bed this late at night. In the silence surrounding her, YN wonders why Yoongi came to her of all people. Sure, they were friends but things had been different lately. There were plenty of other people who could provide better comfort to Yoongi in a time of need. He has Hoseok after all.

Warm strong arms wrapped around YN’s torso causing her to let out a shriek. A large palm covered her mouth muffling her screams. “It’s just me.” Hoseok’s dulcet voice whispered into her ear. YN huffed, as if that makes things any better, then pushed against the arms encaging her. Though the space in her bathroom was limited, YN sought to put as much room between her and the dark figure. Once her eyes adjusted to him, YN saw that Hoseok’s clothes were in a much worse state.

“What happened?” She rushed forward, hands gripping the bloody material of the shirt and jacket. YN couldn’t see any wounds on Hoseok’s body given the low lighting but considering he wasn’t flinching she took that as a positive sign. “Calm down, star.” YN glared at his use of the nickname. “We got jumped ‘took care of it.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. As if the amount of blood on their clothes didn’t lean more towards a massacre than a petty fight. YN sighs, frustrated by the lack of answers she was receiving. “What are you even doing out so late?”

“It’s two am, YN. It’s not that late.” YN tugs at the end of Hoseok’s shirt and he proceeds to strip, handing everything to her. Just from holding it, she could tell the blood had dried. Great. That meant the stains were going to be harder to take off. YN reached into her bathroom cabinet and took out some peroxide spraying it messily on the clothes before dumping them into the washer too. Now that YN was facing away from the man, she asked what was really on her mind.

“Are you hurt?”

The only response she received was scoff and the small 'click' of the door closing behind him.

Hoseok and Yoongi had never been in YN's room before this moment, but they had already made themselves comfortable in her bed. The two of them snuggled up in their boxers while YN realized that though she might have been comfortable sleeping in a shirt and underwear with her best friend before - things had changed. "What are you doing?" Yoongi asks, right when she was about to turn the door handle to go downstairs. Surely it was obvious enough. "I'm going to crash downstairs." YN shrugged, though she felt uncomfortable with the stare both of them were giving her. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Yoongi looked almost upset that YN had tried to leave.

“Come here.” He held his hand out, inviting her to join them. When YN hesitated for a second the glare directed her way, had her practically running to the bed. Hoseok adjusted the sheets so that she could crawl in while Yoongi, always the tiny spoon, decided to switch roles today. Forcing YN to be sandwiched between him and Hoseok. Yoongi’s hand rested on YN’s hip bone while he finally made himself comfortable. YN could feel the softness of his skin brushing against hers. Not to mention the body heat that radiated off of Hoseok. Speaking of the man, when YN’s eyes finally met his dark ones, he winked. Suddenly leaning over her to peck Yoongi on the lips. Not wanting to see the smug look on his face, YN closed her eyes once more.

She was going to have to skip work, it was inevitable. YN couldn’t function without a full night’s sleep and here she was being awakened again. Hoseok and Yoongi stood at the foot of her bed now dressed in their clean clothes. It made YN wonder just how much time had passed, it couldn’t possibly be more than an hour. Maybe two? Hoseok looked at his leather watch before muttering a “We have to go” to Yoongi under his breath. The latter of which seemed to finally notice YN had woken up. “Come with us.” Though that suggestion was more of an order, considering Yoongi was pulling on her arm and dragging her out of bed. Figuring there was no way out of it, YN looked for a pair of jeans.

“Pack a bag,” Hoseok mutters without sparing a glance her way. YN wasn’t wearing a bra and wasn’t going to bother changing into one. Already aware of the eyes on her as she bent over to pull up her pants. Quickly she shoves her uniform shirt, toothbrush, clean underwear, and a phone charger in an old messenger bag. Yoongi thankfully offered to carry it and the three of them headed out.

The cruiser wasn’t as fast as Hoseok’s gsxr750, but it had the space needed to carry three people. Though it caught eyes, it wasn’t so flashy that law enforcement would notice it, something Hoseok thought of when purchasing it. The light blue c90t had been hidden on the side of YN’s garage where it blended into the bushes. YN remained quiet while the two of them fastened their helmets and silently prayed to not die as she settled between the two of them. The ride wasn’t a long one, though Hoseok lived on the other side of town, they were blessed with many green lights.

With the exception of the one positioned right in front of Chang’s Choppers. It was right in the center of downtown and it was a bit odd that it be so vacant. The lack of sunlight or anything similar supported YN’s theory that it was still fairly early in the morning. Chan’s regulars didn’t leave until the sun forced them too unless they were willing to face a walk of shame. Or be busted by the cops. They usually waited out by the alleyway, the one right next door which was a dead-end because of the ten-foot-tall locked gate installed in the back. YN stared at this alleyway while waiting for the light to turn, noticing a figure lying on the ground. Unmoving. YN assumed it was likely some drunkard, but the longer she stared at it the more unnerved she became. When her vision was starting to become adjusted, noticing details in the man’s clothing, the bike sped away.

“Are you guys hungry?” Hoseok asks, voice devoid of any emotion. YN shrugs not particularly caring, while Yoongi speaks up. “I could go for some.”

Nearing a twenty-four hours convenience store, YN expects Hoseok to pull up to the front of the store but doesn’t say anything when he pulls up to the side instead. Yoongi doesn’t comment on it either and YN notices that some feet away by the side door a tall man smoking a cigarette is watching them. Hoseok takes off his helmet, turning around and placing it on YN’s head without saying a word. Then he marches up to the strange man and begins to chat. Far too casual for it to be serious.

“Hey look at me.” Yoongi’s fingers slightly turn YN towards him. A signature gummy smile adorning his features which makes all of YN’s worries melt away. His sudden embrace catches her off guard as Min Yoongi is not one for public displays of affection. Then again he has been acting out of sorts recently. “I’ve missed you.” Yoongi tightened his hold on her. YN was so close that she could smell his and Hoseok’s cologne on his skin. “Why have you been ignoring me?” She could hear the pout in his voice and though she wanted so badly to be honest with Yoongi, the lie rolled off her tongue before she could even think about it.

“I haven’t been ignoring you, Yoongi.”

Of course, she had, it was the only option she saw. Yoongi had embarrassed her in front of everyone and damaged her pride. Though it was likely nothing more than a sick joke to the men, they couldn't be that ignorant of her feelings. Even YN's mother was aware of them and she could barely remember her own daughter's birthday. Looking into the man's sharp cat eyes YN could see the emotion hiding behind them and decided that no: Yoongi knew. He wouldn't be here if he didn't.

“You know why, Yoons.” Instead of giving her the response she so desperately wanted Yoongi only chuckled in response. By then Hoseok had come back, hands stuffed into his pocket. YN cleared her throat trying to push down the emotion threatening to spill. “Where’s the food?” Hoseok looked at her humorously, as if there were some kind of inside joke she missed. “At home. Where else?”

The building the pair called home was your standard apartment complex, the only difference was the side of town it resided on and the hidden fourth floor that Yoongi and Hoseok called home. It wasn't explicitly hidden, but the structure would make anyone believe it was merely a maintenance floor on the roof. It housed fewer units and currently, only two of them were occupied. One by an elderly woman in the corner and Hoseok's right in the middle. When YN had first visited, when Yoongi had moved in, she found it a bit eerie that he'd chosen one right in between two abandoned ones, but later found out the choice had been purposeful.

The apartment wasn't that nice, a standard studio, that Yoongi helped maintain clean. There were a couple of things here and there, but nothing that displayed exuberant wealth. Not the kind that YN knew Hoseok possessed. The second the door opened YN headed for the couch, limbs weary and mentally exhausted. Only to be stopped by Yoongi once more. "Relax YN." His fingers interlaced with hers as he dragged her over to the large king bed in the corner of the room. "You're far too tense." YN sighed, something had triggered Yoongi's neediness and unfortunately it was centered on her tonight.

Hoseok remained silent rummaging through the cabinets trying to find food. YN wondered what he thought of his boyfriend’s sudden change in attitude. Does it have something to do with the fight? Yoongi wasn't one to be scared by a little blood - or a lot in this case - YN had been around long enough to know that though Yoongi never instigated the conflict, he didn't flee from it either. "Finally." Hoseok pulled out snacks, drinks, and a bong. Should’ve known. That was likely what he had purchased from the sketchy guy. Hoseok stripped down to his boxers, throwing the clothes into the dirty clothes bin, and pulling out a pair of sweats laying on a chair.

“Do you smoke YN?” They know she doesn’t. The three of them have been together at enough parties to know that though she doesn’t mind being around people when they do it. YN would never actively participate. Yoongi takes off his shirt too, likely not wanting the smell to get on it, proceeds to lay on the bed. His long nimble fingers played with hers, toying them to a specific rhythm resembling a piano. When was the last time he played?

"C'mon Star, you're safe with us. Just try it once." How could YN say that she doesn't feel safe? That ever since the two of them showed up in her bedroom, bloody, and evading her questions at every turn, she had felt everything but safe. Yoongi and Hoseok were always strange, but today felt off. Still, whenever Yoongi's lips turned into an adorable pout and Hoseok's charcoal eyes darkened some more she was putty in their hands.

YN had already become accustomed to the smell - years of exposure does that to you. Plus Hoseok and Yoongi seemed to be in their little world, the latter laying across Hoseok drawing little stars into his abs. If Yoongi was lean then Hoseok was fit, but not in a way that made his body too hard. YN had never really seen him work out but knew he often did with Namjoon. Imagining Hoseok joining Namjoon in a pilates class caused her to crack a smile. Hoseok caught onto her and smiled back as if he knew what she was thinking.

"Here," he said, holding out the pipe for her to grab. YN takes a deep breath and takes a hit, barely managing to take it all in - at least she doesn't cough. Though YN was sure she didn't even get a proper hit, it seemed enough for the men who observed her with smiles on their faces. YN passes back the bong, thinking she's in the clear. She is until Hoseok takes a hit and blows all the smoke into YN's face. YN coughs, waving the cloud away, while Yoongi is rolling on the ground in laughter.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” YN stands up waiting until she’s turned around to roll her eyes. Before she can even take two steps, Hoseok’s hand latches onto her wrist. “Don’t take too long.” YN nods and heads for the bathroom, not hesitating to lock the door once inside.

“What the fuck was that YN?!” Wendy whisper-yelled, YN could barely pick it up over the blaring loud music outside the bathroom door. Unconsciously YN shrugged, her mind still reeling as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Yoongi kissed me. “Holy shit.” YN gasped, her hands gripping the countertop so tightly the tips of her fingers were turning white. While she was on the brink of going into shock Wendy was at the complete opposite of the spectrum: she was raging.

“All those bangtan boys are assholes!” YN couldn’t help but agree with her on that. “I mean why would he kiss you in front of his boyfriend?! Not to mention your date.”

YN froze, her head slowly lifting to look at herself in the mirror, her cheeks were red and eyes wide. If she focused hard enough she could feel the racing of her heartbeat in her ears. “What?” She turned to look at Wendy. Her friend seemed to have misunderstood exactly what YN was questioning. “Youngjae was right there watching the whole thing. He followed you after Yoongi dragged you to the smoke room.” Truthfully YN couldn’t give a damn about a Youngjae. How could she have forgotten that Hoseok was right there? In front of them!

“Oh my god,” YN moaned, her hands running through her hair. This night had been the worst and now YN would have to deal with the fallout that was sure to come from the kiss.

“They always do this YN. Every time you get a date or a new friend the two of them pull some stunt. It isn’t healthy!”

YN turned towards Wendy who in her right arm held both their bags. Thank god. "Look, Wendy, I'm far too drunk for this conversation. I think I'll just head home." Wendy looked like she was about to say something, but was interrupted by the banging on the door.

YN opens the door to Hoseok leaning on the banister. "Everything alright?" YN nods, thankful that the red from her cheeks has finally gone down. "Good because I have to pee." Hoseok shoves her away and begins to pull down his pants, causing YN to bolt out the door. Back in the main room, Yoongi is scrolling through his phone, "Change into that." He states without even looking at her. The shirt is rather large on her frame: the entirety of her neck and some areas of her shoulder being exposed. It does reach mid-thigh though which is preferable to what she's wearing now. Quickly she changes into the shirt and out of her jeans, by the time she's done Hoseok is out of the bathroom.

"Get in." He motions toward the bed, knowing there's no point in arguing YN does so. This time facing Yoongi and cradling into his chest. Hoseok gets in soon after turning off the lights, his hand comes to rest right above YN's thigh. She looks up at Yoongi, but the man has already closed his eyes and she opts to do the same. Hoping to rest this time.

"My head is killing me. Shit." YN had to smile awkwardly at a couple of customers who turned to look at them in indignation. "Sooyoung, quiet please." The brunette turned to YN and sent her a reproachful look. YN ignored it knowing it didn't mean anything. Sooyoung leaned against the counter, her upper half resting over the register.

“I’m going to quit.”

YN chuckles, “Don’t you always say that.”

“I know,” Sooyoung huffs glancing around the store seemingly bored by her surroundings. It isn’t until she glances outside that a question pops into her head. “Doesn’t your mom usually drop you off?”

“So?”

“I didn’t know your mom had a bike.” The look Sooyoung sent her could best be described as mischievous. YN ignored her in favor of switching the topic. She glanced around and saw someone that went to her college, raking over the vintage magazine so violently he was sure to break them. “Have you heard from Wendy?” Sooyoung groaned, the two of them weren’t exactly on the best terms. “Last I saw from her was at yesterday’s party. Clinging onto your scraps.” That caught YN’s attention, “What do you mean?” Wendy had been ignoring her, but that wasn’t exactly out of character for her.

“She was all over Youngjae like a bitch in heat. It was uber pathetic especially when everyone knew she was doing it to piss you off.” Sooyoung laughed, “Should’ve seen the look on her face when you didn’t show up.”

YN frowned, Yoongi's distrust of Wendy popping into her head. "I didn't even know there was a party." Still, she found it weird that Sooyoung, Wendy, and Youngjae would be at a party without YN knowing about it. Unless… “Were Yoongi and Hoseok there?" The look Sooyoung sent her was enough of an answer, "Duh. Do they ever miss a party? Especially not when Seokjin throws it." Of course, they would purposefully exclude her. Whenever something occurred between them and YN, she would be treated as an outcast. A sick punishment they had devised as if her social anxiety wasn’t shit already.

Sooyoung glanced up towards the clock, "Oh your shift it up." YN raised her eyebrow, "I thought I had a six-hour shift today." Sooyoung nods, "You did, but I needed the hours so I told Park I'd cover for you." YN shook her head disapprovingly. "Oh come on, it isn't like you need it. Please, I'm behind on rent." YN relents and heads towards the office to clock out. At least this means I get to go home and sleep. Though there was that to look forward to, YN didn't enjoy the thirty-minute walk home she would have to endure. She waved goodbye to Sooyoung and hoisted her bag around her body, thanking god for the clear weather.

The walk home gave YN the much-needed solace she needed, time to dwell on everything that had happened. Something had shifted in her relationship with the men. Though their relationship was never conventional it wasn't anything that could justify what had happened last night. Though YN had a crush on Yoongi since she had met him freshman year, and though he had always been a bit possessive of her, it wasn't until he began dating Hoseok that things took a turn. Hoseok had always been a part of the group, but he never really made an effort to get to know her like the rest of them had. When the two of them began dating it was like Hoseok skipped all the steps and getting to know each other and went right into calling YN a friend - though he'd never say it out loud.

The three of them were always together and she was smart enough to know what most people in town thought about their strange relationship. YN knew what she thought about it. Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok’s insight, though, was something she severely lacked. It's all because of that stupid kiss. YN adjusted her ponytail behind her, pulling at it to tighten the band.

As she was nearing home, the loud siren and flashing lights drew her attention. The patrol car dashed through the street and kept going straight, presumably headed downtown. Most of the trouble that occurred came from that area of town, which YN found ironic considering Kim Seokjin lived nowhere near.

The house was yet again empty and YN knew her mom had yet to arrive from her shift. Poor woman. The least YN could do was cook her a meal. She set her dirty clothes in the bin and headed straight for the kitchen, making the rice and seasoning the beef so that all her mother would have to do is fry it. She had been alone, all of thirty minutes when the banging on the door commenced. It was so loud it made YN jump in surprise. Quickly she walked over to the window trying to see who was at her front door, only to see an angry Hoseok and Yoongi. A sigh she didn't even know she was holding in left her as she braced herself.

“Didn’t you say your shift ended at six?”

Well hello to you to Hoseok. “It did, but they changed it without telling me.” She held the door open so the men could walk in. It felt strange having them back in her home - not drenched in blood that is.

Yoongi was quiet, but from how the veins bulged in his arms she could see how tense he was. She tentatively touched his arm and felt the muscles relax beneath the skin. “I booked a room for the weekend, Star. You should join us.” YN turned to face Hoseok, the expression on his face was unreadable. Even though this was her home YN felt the men wielded all the power. “When was the last time it was just us?” Yoongi’s arms wrapped around her torso embracing her from behind. His chin resting on her shoulder. “I’m not sure.”

"Do you have anything better to do?" Yoongi asked as if the only thing that would possibly make her hesitate was a previous engagement.

“No.”

"Then that settles it," Hoseok states walking further into the house and sitting on the couch, making himself comfortable.

YN turns her head slightly to look at Yoongi, her voice was hushed. "When are we leaving."

When Yoongi turns to look at her they are mere millimeters away. "Right now," YN asks for at least an hour to get ready which Hoseok grants as she races to finish the food and get prepared. In forty-five minutes YN showers, shaves, and packs her clothes. She decides to bring along a bikini since the weather has been warm as of late. When she exits her bedroom Hoseok is standing there with her phone in hand. "It kept ringing. Think it was an alarm." She grabs her phone but finds it weird that there are no notifications or missed calls. Not dwelling on it for too long she shoots her mom a text:

'Staying with a friend for the weekend. Left the food in the microwave and there's lasagna for tomorrow. Love ya'

The beach house belonged to Seokjin, as did most things the group utilized, but the area the three of them were staying in was a closed-off room. More like efficiency than an actual studio. Which meant YN was likely to be sharing a bed with the men again. Now far away from everything YN was able to think some things through. Particularly her relationship with Yoongi and Hoseok. She never enjoyed confrontation but figured this was one sleeping dog that could be awakened.

The sun had yet to set when they arrived, so while they couldn't use the beach, the pool was free-range. "I fucking hate the water." Yoongi groans, clinging onto the pool's wall like his life depended on it. YN giggled, which caused the pout on Yoongi's lips to grow exponentially. "Don't you know how to swim?" He looked offended by the question. "Of course, I fucking do. Doesn't mean I like to." YN playfully rolled her eyes. The complete opposite of Yoongi, Hoseok was currently swimming laps around the pool. "He's a fucking dog," muttered Yoongi. A strange thought popped into YN's head that had her going underwater just so Yoongi wouldn't see her embarrassment.

She almost swallowed water when Hoseok pulled her even lower, putting a finger to his lips while going behind Yoongi. YN went up for air, gasping slightly which caused Yoongi to frown. "You okay?" YN nodded, "Perfectly fine." If Yoongi didn't believe her, he didn't have a chance to voice his doubts as Hoseok pulled him underwater. YN couldn't contain her laughter as she saw Yoongi fight against his boyfriend like an angry feline. "What the fuck Hoseok!" Yoongi screamed once the two of them finally emerged. Hoseok only smiled teasingly, sending a flying kiss to his angry lover.

YN only laughed more, the bell-like sound drawing the attention of the men. Twilight surrounded them all around, the purple sky reflecting off the clear water doing a nice contrast with the hue of the skins. "What is it?" YN asked, once her laughter died down. Not understanding why the two of them gaped at her like that. All YN did was blink and suddenly Yoongi's lips were on hers. Pressing urgently, passionately, as if she contained the oxygen he needed to breathe. YN stood frozen eyes wide open until she made eye contact with Hoseok who didn't look the least bit upset. Instead, he gazed at them with fascination, then he nodded. The action so curt YN would've missed it if she wasn't paying attention.

YN closed her eyes, giving in to her desires. Yoongi's lips were much harsher than she remembered, but they were sweet. Intoxicatingly so. YN wondered if this was all a dream. If she'd hit her head or perhaps swallowed too much pool water. Her previous idea had proved to be right, Yoongi was robbing her of her breath. But despite the numbness, YN was beginning to feel the two of them continued the kiss until they were forced apart by their need for air.

"I think it's getting late. We should head in," stated Hoseok, looking in between the two of them before heading towards the stairs. Yoongi followed after him and YN remained alone for just a couple of seconds. What just happened? It wasn’t until Yoongi climbed out of the pool that YN began to swim, unsure of what this meant for the night. Hoseok had allowed for the kiss to happen. So does that mean that the previous kiss - "Hurry up, star? You'll freeze to death." Hoseok stood near the edge of the pool holding a towel open. YN attempted to grab it once she had gotten out, but the man didn't let go. Wrapping her in it instead while Yoongi walked toward their room.

“We should shower to get the bleach out of our hair.”

“Wouldn’t have to do that if you didn’t pull me under Seok.”

“You loved it, babe.”

YN trailed behind them silently observing the night sky and noticing how Orion’s belt loomed over them.

"The boys are coming over later," Yoongi said, as you gathered some of your clothes in your hands ready to hit the showers. "Don't worry though they won't be staying the night." YN's thankful for that. She enjoyed the guy's company, but she wasn't necessarily in the right state of mind. YN opened the bathroom door to see Hoseok in there peeling of his trunks. "Sorry, my bad." He chuckled, "Hey Yoongi, why don't we save water?" All the blood in YN's body rushed towards her ears at what she had just heard. A silent 'what' left her lips which caused Hoseok to smirk as he pulled her in.

"You don't mind, do you Star? Didn't you and Yoongi use to take baths when you were kids? So did we." The context was incredibly different from back then, but YN was smart enough to read between the lines. In a bold move, she said, "As long as you keep your hands to yourself." Hoseok laughed, leaning in. "Where's the fun in that?" His eyes trailed slowly all across her body before he turned around and dropped his trunks.

Yoongi came in just then, "Hoseok has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in him." He too then began to take off his shirt and fiddle with the strings holding up his trunks. They were eyeing her - waiting for an acceptance or a rejection. Good thing YN had decided to be valiant this weekend. She reached behind her back and undid the laces, sliding the top off before walking towards the shower. Despite the size of the room the bathroom was fairly large with the shower fitting the three of them comfortably, of course, that didn't mean she wasn't sandwiched between them. It seems they were keeping their word, mainly focusing on rinsing themselves off and using the soap on themselves. Then came YN's turn.

"Can I?" Yoongi asked as he held the lavender-scented soap bar in his hands. His hands were just a hair away right near her navel if YN breathed too deeply their skins were sure to touch. "Yes." Yoongi placed soap on her skin and proceeded to lather it in, moving all across her torso. It was only ever the sides of his palm, his fingertips, his knuckles that brushed against her skin but it left goosebumps in its wake. Hoseok was too busy ringing the soap off his body, but eventually, he did turn around. The other soap in hand, "Can I help?" YN could swear he even batted his eyelashes though that might've been the water getting into his eyes.

Hoseok dropped to his knees with little hesitation using the same technique as Yoongi to cleanse her legs and thighs. He always avoided touching her pelvis directly by millimeters, YN thanked hindsight for keeping her bottoms on. Though that might've been so the men couldn't see the absolute state of arousal she was in. Eventually, Yoongi reached her breasts, lathering up his hands before gently massaging them. YN gasped as a soft mewl escaped her, she leaned back against Yoongi's chest. He didn't comment simply continuing the motions despite YN feeling the effect she was having on him on her backside.

"Take them off," Hoseok spoke as he rose to his full height, soap still in hand. YN hooked her fingers at the side and dragged them down slowly, allowing them to slide down her soap-ridden legs before kicking them to the side. Hoseok kissed her cheek as a reward. Then he cleaned the areas he hadn't been able to before, being extra careful with the inside of her thighs and hips while entirely avoiding her core. The water was beginning to get too hot, the fog filling up the bathroom warming YN.

“Guys.” Hoseok’s hands reached towards her back gripping her ass tightly, before beginning to massage it as well. It's too much. Far too much, but she couldn't get them to stop. Didn't want to. The heat was making YN disoriented and she blinked several times to clear her vision. Finally, she felt it: the pressure and then the release. Her body slackened slightly and Hoseok and Yoongi held her up. Before the former unclipped the showerhead from the wall and rinsed YN off. They helped her get dressed, YN assumed her sudden exhaustion must have been from the long day.

Thankfully she was able to walk to bed all on her own. Laying under the sheets, while the two of them finished getting dressed. "We're going to get food. We'll be right back." Hoseok stated, before leaning over and planting a peck on her lips. That would've been enough to wake her up, was she not already half-asleep.

“You’re the brightest thing in this town YN. You shine like a star and deserve so much more.”

Loud blaring had YN jumping out the bed as she looked around the room for the source of the noise. She saw her phone vibrating violently against the countertop and ran to get it, worried it might be her mother calling. Instead, it was an unfamiliar number. Hesitantly she picked up and put it against her ear.

“Hello?”

“YN!” Wendy’s loud voice caused her to wince. “Why...you….calls-”

"Hold on Wendy," YN checked her signal and sure enough only she only saw one little bar. "Let me go outside because you're cutting off." She walked towards the door unlocking it but leaving it propped open. Outside the summer air was cool - a strong distinction from this afternoon. "What's going on?"

“Why have you been dodging my calls? I’ve been trying to get into contact with you since this morning.”

“I swear this is the first time I’ve gotten a call all day.” YN paused to look at the number, “Why aren’t you calling me from yours?”

“Cause the calls aren’t going through. Are you mad at me? Did you block me?”

YN shook her head, “What? Of course not Wendy!”

“Well whatever,” Wendy sounded anxious. Though she was typically loud, YN had never heard her like this. Scared. “Youngjae is dead.”

She felt her phone slipping her hand and tightened her grip. “What?” Instead of Youngjae’s face popping into her head, an image of bloody Hoseok and Yoongi did.

“They found his body this morning beside Chan’s place. All cut up and disfigured like in the movies.”

YN was finding it difficult to breathe. T-the body in the alleyway. It wasn’t a drunkard sleeping. It was Youngjae. YN had seen his body in the alleyway and -

“...he left the party last night pretty early after the fight. I don’t even know why he would be near Chan’s since he lives nowhere near.”

That piqued her interest, “Fight? What fight?”

Now it was Wendy’s turn to be silent. “YN…”

"Goddammit, Wendy just tell me." She didn't want it to be true. It couldn't be true. They wouldn’t. Would they?

“When you left the party the other day Youngjae got upset that Yoongi kissed you and called Hoseok and him freaks and fags. They ignored him but yesterday at the party…”

YN recalled Yoongi’s words: “Some homophobic pigs tried to attack Hobi and me.”

“YN. Hoseok and Yoongi are the prime suspects.”

YN could hear the motor of the bike being turned off and the steps climbing up the stairs. “Star?”

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10:34 A.M.

The sunlight was warm against your cheeks as it shone in through the windows; yet, it wasn’t the harsh rays that woke you from your comfortable slumber.

You could feel a tender gaze directed right at you along with a pair of strong arms, your favorite pair of arms to be exact—wrapped protectively around your waist.

Gentle fingers glided softly along your face; almost featherlight to the point where you wouldn’t have even noticed that he was touching you if it weren’t for the callousness of his digits connecting the dots of your scattered freckles and the cool metal on his fourth finger.

You had yet to open your eyes, but you were confident in the idea that your husband was staring at you and you didn’t want to make it known that you were awake just yet.

Honestly, it felt as though you were still in dreamland—everything was just too good to be true. Memories of the most perfect day of your entire life soon came rushing back to your mind and you couldn’t help the small smirk that was now encompassing your face—giving away the fact that you were no longer asleep.

“Good morning Mrs.Tuan.”

Hearing the excitement yet raspiness in his voice along with his last name that was also yours now sent so many emotions to your chest. You were over the moon to say the least. He let out a giggle when you hid your face against his bare chest and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Good morning Mr.Tuan.”

“Ah, I’m never going to get tired of calling you Mrs.Tuan. I still can’t believe you’re my wife. God, it’s like a dream come true—“

“Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for over five years for you to propose to me—“

Mark let out a guttural groan at the sound of your playful complaint; dropping his head in between the valley of your breasts and earning himself a shove to his shoulder. A blush was now adorning your cheeks; only then as you felt his warm breath against your nipples did you come to the realization that you were naked. It didn’t bother you though, not like it did when you and Mark first became intimate back in the third week of your relationship.

He was your husband now and the two of you made love to each other numerous times in the duration of your five year relationship that you were no longer shy whenever you’d find yourself naked around him. Actually, Mark was very vocal about how insanely beautiful you were—and devastatingly sexy which led you to lose your timidity and gain a newfound confidence. One that you never knew existed and you owed entirely to your husband.

“Hey, we went over this on multiple occasions baby. I wanted to propose to you only months after we started dating—I knew I was in love with you after only the third date. Trust me, it was extremely difficult for me having to introduce you as my girlfriend and not my wife for these last few years. I don’t know why—I mean sure, getting to call you my girlfriend and getting to be called your boyfriend was all that mattered to me. You’re my soulmate y/n. My person—but something about the titles “wife” and “husband” is more permanent. It solidifies a relationship. But I wanted us to be finished with school and settled in to our actual careers before taking things any further. It worked out though didn’t it? Look at us. We’re both redeemingly successful with our positions at the companies we work at and we share a two story house in our mid twenties. Not that it matters, but we can live comfortably as a married couple unlike a lot of people our age. We’re a whole now. You’re stuck with me and my penis for the rest of your life—“

“Oh God. Just when it was getting so romantic, you just had to throw your dick in there. Well, you’re stuck with me and my pussy—“

“I don’t consider myself stuck at all. Your pussy is so magical—fuck, we’ve had sex at least three hundred times, maybe even more than that and every single time, you never failed to blow my mind—and my dick. But shit, last night had to be the best night of my entire life. Yesterday, was the most incredible day in my twenty-seven years of existence. You are the most beautiful person in the entire world and I’m not just saying that because you’re my wife, it’s true. Not only on the outside; which, honestly, you are a sight for sore eyes. I can never take my eyes off of you and I never want to. I’d stare at you in awe of your beauty all day if time permitted me to. But you have the most kindest and generous hearts and you are just the sweetest soul. I can’t wait to remind you every single day for the rest of our lives just how perfect you are to me.”

He brought his thumb up to the brim of your eyelids and wiped away a tear that you didn’t even know fell. God, this man was really the love of your life. You’d never be able to comprehend exactly what you did to deserve being the lucky girl who loved Mark and got to be loved by him, but you would never take your position in his life as his bride for granted.

Before you could continue to let any more tears fall at his endearing words, he was quick to continue his not so innocent speech about the many naughty thoughts taking up all the space his mind.

“I don’t know if it’s because we’re newlyweds or because you never cease to amaze me each and every time we stumble in to bed together but the sex we had just hours ago in my opinion was the best sex we’ve ever had. I know I complimented you almost the entire day yesterday on how gorgeous you looked in that wedding dress and I’m sure my never ending tears that flowed down my cheeks as you walked down the aisle and my wedding vows that were almost twenty minutes long are enough to prove my undying love for you. But God, seeing you in that dress—that dress was made for you. You looked so fucking ethereal and damn, it looked so much better on the floor once I got you alone. You know, my mind is still a little hazy from sleeping—maybe you could remind me just how amazing it was—if I knew you were this abusive, I would have made you work harder for that ring you’re wearing.”

Both his and your laughter filled the room and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes and pinching his cute little butt. Your wedding day was everything you could have ever dreamt of and more. There were countless times in your relationship where you would day dream about what your wedding would be like. It didn’t take you too long to realize that Mark was the person you wanted to settle down and start a family with. Everything within you; your heart, your mind, your body and your soul was his. You were set on Mark Tuan; for life. Since he took his time with asking you to marry him, you developed some insecurities about whether or not he saw himself marrying you. Sure, he may have talked about your future together every now and then, but not once did he ever bring up marriage so you just assumed he had no plans on getting married at all.

It made your engagement all the more special when he did finally get around to proposing to you less than a year ago while the two of you were in vacation in Hawaii. You tried to convince yourself that you would be happy even if Mark were to confess he had no plans on tying the knot. As long as Mark was in your life, you were content with whatever title you held in his. But on that magical night when he got down on one knee and went in to detail about his undying love for you as the two of you watched the sunset go down, you felt wholeheartedly that his proposal was one dreams were made of.

“What are you thinking about?” You looked at him in curiosity and it was in that moment; looking at his blank stare did you realize you were probably mirroring his exact facial expression.

“Nothing. Just that I’m really happy. Really, really happy. You mean everything to me Mark. I don’t know what I would do without you and I dont even want to think about my life before you were in it. It was colorless and dull. Now all I see is so many beautiful colors. Just the mere thought of you along pulls on my heartstrings in such a miraculous way. I love the way you make me feel and I love the effect you’ve had on me. I’m so in love with you and I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.”

Your husband gave you his signature gummy smile before smashing his mouth roughly against yours. He licked on your bottom lip and took it in between his sharp teeth, nibbling all but gently while dragging his cold fingertips along your smooth skin.

“You’re my happily ever after y/n. I kind of regret not getting around to marrying you sooner. I just really wanted to give you the ring and the wedding that you’ve always wanted. You deserved the entire universe and more y/n. Truly, there’s so much I want to give you. You are genuinely out of this world; you’re practically a goddess—an otherworldly being and honestly, you deserve so much more than what this world has to offer you. I’m not stupid my love, I’ve picked up on the many wedding magazines you’d scatter throughout the house, I’ve noticed you’ve been watching a couple of episodes from that one Disney weddings show and I overheard you talking to your mom about not knowing how I felt about marriage. I’m sorry that you had to question my feelings for you, but I thought that my constant love confessions and the way I could never stop holding you, kissing you and needing to be around you was enough to prove the fact that you are my home. You own my heart y/n. You always have and you always will forever. The feeling is mutual baby. I don’t care what ends up happening to me. I don’t care where we end up living—if we ever decide to move houses, cities, states or even countries. I don’t care what my job title is, how much money I’ll end up making or what anyone other than you has to think or say about me. Life—life can be rough and there are days that I just want to scream, cry and run away. But then I look at you and I see my purpose—I look at you and see the reason for my existence. You’re the reason why I breathe. You’re the reason why my heartbeat increases—the reason why I wake up with the biggest grin on my face. You are my reason to be happy and I could never thank you enough for all you’ve done for me in the last five years. Now, I can’t wait to continue to relish in our love for many more decades to come.”

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He didn’t know why he expected it to be different from any other village. Maybe it was because the attention hadn’t been immediately drawn to him this time, but a large two-tailed cat bearing an injured woman and a man of the cloth. Perhaps it was the way Kagome’s unconventional clothing as she’d explained their situation hadn’t even warranted a second glance from the headman when he came rushing out of his home to investigate the sudden ruckus. Or, hell, maybe it had to do with how the runt hadn’t even seemed to be cause for concern despite his tail and feet being clear markers as to what he was.

Whatever the reason was, however, in the end it didn’t even matter. At the first fearful whisper, the second baleful glance, and the sneers of disgust when realization dawned, the hope that perhaps this time would be different abruptly died and Inuyasha carefully blanked his features into a mask of cool indifference. The familiar anger surfaced, roiling in his gut, tensing his muscles and making his jaw clench tightly while his hands balled into fists, but he didn’t allow himself to react otherwise.

He really should be used to this by now. The suspicious glares, the frightened gasps, the scoffs of contempt and derision. God knew he’d dealt with it for most of his life, if not all of it, so ignoring the less than receptive welcome should have been a breeze. He should have been able to brush it off, roll his eyes at their ignorance and distrustful behavior, simply shrug his unconcern and call it a day.

The thing of it was, though, the real kick in the fucking ass, was that no matter how many times he told himself he didn’t care, no matter how hardened against the cruel realties of the world he thought himself to be, it never got any easier. There was always the flare of indignant anger, the hollow pain from yet again being rejected, and then riding the coattails of that pain always came the curious emptiness, the cold numbness settling into the very core of his being from the realization that it was never going to change. No amount of wishing, hoping, and longing was never going to make a damn bit of difference. Not when you were hated on sight, when you were ruthlessly and unfairly judged before even drawing a single breath to plead your case.

Not when you were a half-breed.

Gentle warmth landed on his arm as the pleasant scent of rainwater and flowers teased his nose. Inuyasha glanced down into large brown eyes, the concern in them unmistakable and he had no problem reading the silent question in them. Almost instinctively his body relaxed and it became a little easier to breathe, as what always happened at her touch. He should have known she’d catch on; damn girl had always been too perceptive for her own good.

“Keh,” he muttered, though his face softened somewhat as he sighed. “I’m fine, wench. Go with the others. Sango needs you, and I’m sure the monk is useless right now with how worried he is.”

Kagome looked like she didn’t believe him, her brow knitted as she studied him quietly. Inuyasha fought back a grimace and looked away, clenching his jaw as his ear flicked. Another few seconds passed in which he refused to meet her gaze, and then with a quiet sigh Kagome squeezed his arm before turning and heading toward the hut where the injured taijiya was taken.

His ears flattened and he stared after her, shoulders slumped and a frown marring his features. He appreciated her concern, he really did, but he’d get over it. Sango was their main concern right now. After tracking down a buck with a jewel shard in its neck that had the temperament of an angry bear, they had spent the better part of the morning trying to trap the thing in order for Kagome to safely retrieve the jewel, per her request. Inuyasha had just wanted to kill it, but after Kagome had pleaded with him to at least try and spare its life – it was only a regular woodland creature after all that had the bad luck of getting a shard embedded in its neck – he of course couldn’t say no. And well, suffice to say, Inuyasha was sporting quite a few fading bruises courtesy of a pair of gigantic antlers.

Sango had been the one to finally pin it down, hurling Hiraikotsu with just the right twist so that the buck’s neck had been trapped beneath the crooked weapon as it had embedded into the ground. The price had been a harsh blow to the head from a flailing back leg when the slayer had gotten too close and she’d been out for the count ever since. Miroku was sick with worry and he’d all but demanded they find the nearest village so she could get the proper care, hardly even waiting for Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippou before loading Sango onto Kirara, hopping behind her, and taking off.

And so with little choice in the matter, Kagome had retrieved the shard, Inuyasha collected the bone boomerang and with his wench and the fox on his back, he took off after them.

Now here they were, dusk still hours away, in a random village in which thankfully had taken Sango in without question, however his presence did not receive the same welcome. Despite the stares and whispers, however, Inuyasha refused to leave, refused to abandon his friends just because of his own discomfort. Kagome had asked on the way over if he was alright with going to a village they’d never been to before, knowing his thoughts on the matter. Although he’d been touched by her concern, he could only give one answer, couldn’t he. Sango was his friend, his comrade; despite his own misgivings and experiences, he would just have to ignore them in favor of getting Sango the proper care she needed.

He’d told Kagome as much, not in so many words, but enough to get his point across. Though he knew she was still worried, thankfully she hadn’t pressed and she’d fallen quiet for the duration of their travel.

“Bah.”

Inuyasha frowned as his ear flicked and he stared pensively at the hut his friends resided in, located on top of a little knoll not far from where he stood. He’d gotten a glimpse of a rather nasty cut on Sango’s temple with a dark bruise blooming down across her cheek and he severely hoped it hadn’t caused any lasting damage. He knew head wounds were among the worst to receive and he recalled Kagome mentioning something about “concussions.”

“Aah?”

While the word meant nothing to him, he trusted Kagome, knew that she had knowledge that he was not privy to, and so didn’t question it. From his understanding though, he figured concussions were bad and the concussed individual had to be monitored very closely so their health did not decline. Being days away from Kaede’s village was not optimal conditions to monitor Sango’s health, and so the only thing left to do was find a village. And the rest, as they say, was history.

“Phhhbbbbttt. Bababababa.”

Inuyasha recalled the horrified, stricken look that had been on Miroku’s face when Sango had fallen and he grimaced. He could only imagine what the poor lech was going through right now. Had it been Kagome, he would no doubt be beside himself—

A gentle tug on his hakama promptly distracted Inuyasha from his thoughts and he looked down at his feet. Big brown eyes blinked back up at him. As Inuyasha gaped down in shock, he was rewarded with a wide gummy grin and a squeal of delight.

His ear flicked at the sound and a puzzled frown drew his brows down low over his eyes. What the hell? Tearing his gaze away from the pup that was pulling herself up by way of his pants, Inuyasha looked around, cocking his ears for the frantic calls of the parents looking for their lost child, but he saw no one, heard nothing but the regular sounds of a village. The street was deserted, nobody wanting to be around the dirty hanyou that was tainting their home.

He looked down at the pup that couldn’t be more than a summer old again as she blew raspberries and seemed content to cling to his hakama. Then she abruptly fell back onto her bottom with a tiny grunt and perplexed, but amused, Inuyasha knelt down and propped his elbows on his knees.

“Oi, squirt,” he rumbled, drawing those brown eyes his way again. She smiled and his face softened. “What’re you doing out here alone? Where’re your parents?”

The baby stuck her tiny fist in her mouth and waved her other at him before reaching forward and pawing at his own hand. With raised eyebrows and a small quirk to his lips, Inuyasha nudged his hand forward. He watched as pudgy little fingers grasped his thumb and held on with a surprisingly strong grip.

“Heh. Fearless little thing, ain’t ya.”

Something warm bloomed in his chest as her slobber covered hand joined her other in examining his much larger hand, burbling softly to herself. He made sure to keep his claws away from her soft skin, adjusting his hand as needed and curling his fingers away. Though only dangerous from the amount of force he exerted when eliminating an enemy, he knew how fragile pups were and figured it was better to err on the side of caution.

Inuyasha tugged and brought the pup to her feet. She giggled and clutched at his hand. Though she remained standing, she did not release him, so he figured she wasn’t quite old enough to walk yet. He reached out with his other hand and she caught that one too, using the grips she had on his fingers to keep her balance. God, she was so small, her weight barely registering as he helped her take a few steps around, her giggles a peasant sound in his ears.

“Too bad Kagome ain’t here,” he rumbled and had to chuckle when she bounced a few times as more babble reached his ears. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind trying to find your—”

The horrified, frightened gasp that drifted over to him had his back stiffening and his muscles tensing. His ears flattened, his jaw clenched and he whipped his head around to find what was no doubt the pup’s mother staring at him in abject horror, her face pale, a hand fluttering at her mouth. Her fear was radiating off of her in waves and though Inuyasha knew the fear was for her daughter it still stung.

“Don’t hurt her!” she begged him, taking a step forward and reaching a trembling hand out. Inuyasha visibly flinched.

Expression going blank, Inuyasha carefully extracted his hands from the pup’s grip and slowly lowered her to sit on the ground before pushing to his feet and taking a step back, crossing his arms. Immediately and with a choked gasp the woman darted forward, snatching her child up in her arms and clutching her desperately to her chest. The babe whimpered in her arms, squirming around as she pushed and tried to turn her head despite the hand on the back of her head. The woman gazed at him in wide-eyed terror, stepping backward as if afraid to take her eyes off of him even for an instant.

Distrustful. Fearful.

Painful.

With eyes giving nothing away Inuyasha watched as she abruptly turned and took off, ears low on his head, listening as the pup’s wails of distress grew fainter with each passing second until there was silence. He stood there for a minute more before wordlessly reaching down to heft Hiraikotsu over his shoulder and headed towards the hut his friends were located, that familiar numbness creeping in and swiftly replacing any warmth he might have felt.

When he stepped inside, thankfully – mercifully – the only occupants were his friends, sans a certain dark-haired wench, but her scent was fresh so he wasn’t too worried. He leaned Sango’s weapon against the wall and knelt down next to the resting woman. Miroku was sitting next to Sango, eyes riveted on her face, and his hand clutched her own while she slept, oblivious. Her head was wrapped in a bandage and her heartbeat was slow, steady. She’d be fine, Inuyasha was positive, and he felt the part of him worried over her health finally relax.

“She hasn’t gained consciousness yet,” Miroku supplied without prompting. “However, the village physician assured that she will be fine after some rest. Says her wound looks worse than it actually is.”

He sighed and thrust his free hand through his hair before giving a tiny, relieved smile as he glanced at the half-demon.

“Still,” he murmured. “I don’t believe I’ll be getting any sleep tonight.”

Inuyasha understood. Had it been Kagome on that bedroll, head bandaged and dead to the world, he wouldn’t be able to relax until she was up and about either.

“Keh,” he muttered, eyes lingering on his friend’s face before he got to his feet. “Sango’s tough. She’ll be fine.” He paused. “Where’s Kagome?”

“Talking with the headman, I believe,” Miroku answered, gaze already back on the slumbering woman, distracted.

Inuyasha nodded, glanced at the sleeping kitsune snuggled up with Kirara against Sango’s side, and left the hut. Usually the thought of Kagome alone with another man was enough to ignite his temper and he’d go stomping after her, but this time he let it slide. No doubt storming through the village scowling and growling would not be a good idea given the general opinion these villagers had of him.

The woman’s face, twisted in fear, flashed through his mind and he shook his head to dispel the image. No, it would just do more harm than good, so it was stuck waiting with nothing to do until she returned, and god knew how long that would be.

With a resigned, if a little annoyed sigh, Inuyasha strode over to a tree a little ways from the hut, launched himself into it, and settled on a thick branch to wait. Maybe if he stayed hidden his presence would be forgotten, or the villagers would think he left, and his friends would at least get treated fairly. Frankly he was amazed the headman hadn’t kicked his ass out yet, but then again, it was still early.

He snorted, wondering the reason for that was due to a certain wench’s influence. No doubt the unrest and whispers hadn’t escaped the man’s notice, and it was the headman’s job to make sure his village was kept peaceful and safe. Having a half-breed within the perimeter jeopardized that safety – or so they thought, anyway – so it made sense to eliminate the threat. No doubt he had Kagome to thank for that because why else would she be talking to him.

Inuyasha sighed and closed his eyes as he stretched his arms behind his head, but he didn’t doze off. Sleeping was dangerous when the general consensus of the village was not in your favor, and to put down your guard, even for a minute, could be fatal. You couldn’t relax, not when you had more enemies than friends.

Not when you were a half-breed.

Nanami whined and squirmed to be put down, her little face red and screwed up into a pout.

“Hush, my darling. All is well.”

Cradling her little girl in her arms, distractedly murmuring to her in soothing tones, Saeko peered up into the tree in which the demon vanished and bit her lip, frowning in a mixture of apprehension and confusion.

This was…strange. She had fully expected the demon to hunt her down after taking away his meal from him, and yet he’d simply…walked away. What was even more befuddling was that Nanami hadn’t had a single scratch on her. After whisking her away as fast as she could, Saeko had frantically searched her one-year-old’s small body for any abrasions, scratches, or bruises. But after checking three times, curiously she could find nothing. She had thought that when Nanami continued to fuss and wriggle about, clearly distressed, she had to have been injured somewhere. Why else would she be acting like this?

Even now she wanted to be put down, pushing at her arms and emitting little sounds of upset. Still, no matter how many times she stripped her down and looked for anything out of the norm, her daughter’s skin was perfectly unblemished, just as soft and clear as before she’d wandered off by herself.

Which made no sense. Hadn’t the demon wanted to eat her? Why else would he be paying attention to such a weak, small human being?

Worrying her bottom lip, Saeko glanced down at her fussy daughter and thought back to how she had given her a fright earlier. Chatting with her parents while Nanami played on the ground beside her, their conversation had been abruptly put on hold when a large two-tailed cat demon had landed within the village proper. Seconds later a man cloaked in purple robes – a monk? – had started desperately calling for their healer. The woman in his arms was limp, unresponsive, and it hadn’t taken long to figure out she was injured.

Saeko had been utterly distracted when two more people had shown up and a single glance was enough to discern that one of them was not human. Stricken and immediately worried for her little girl’s safety, she had gone to pick Nanami up and flee the area, but upon looking down, her daughter was nowhere to be seen.

It amazed Saeko, how a child that wasn’t even able to walk yet could be so darned fast. It had felt like a small lifetime as she and her parents searched for her baby, calling her name, looking under bushes where she liked to hide sometimes, inside crates, and asking anyone if they’d seen her. Just when she had been about to break down sobbing, Saeko had heard a familiar laugh and went running in the direction it came from.

The fear that had seized her upon seeing her baby girl in the hands of the demon had been swift, intense, and so powerful she had nearly collapsed to her knees. The gasp that left her throat had been completely involuntary, and she watched with wide eyes as the demon looked over at her with the most peculiar colored eyes she had ever seen.

Fear for her daughter had kept her rooted to the spot and she’d pleaded him not to harm her, ready to run forward and snatch her away from his grasp if she needed to. So she’d been understandably shocked when the demon had simply released her and stepped back. She hadn’t wasted the time wondering at his odd behavior. Saeko had run forward, grabbed her little girl, and escaped as fast as she was able, fearful he would give chase and make a meal out of her as well.

She’d hidden behind a hut, catching her breath while Nanami cried and wiggled in her arms. Upon peering around the corner, expecting him to be on her tail, instead she saw him calmly walking away, a gigantic boomerang slung over his shoulder.

Saeko hadn’t known if she had been reprieved, or if she should be even more afraid. Was he biding his time? Waiting for the right moment to strike when she was unawares? She had no idea, and so she hadn’t been able to relax.

And just now she had been on her way back to her parents’ house, to both make sure they were safe and for extra protection for Nanami – her father was excellent with an axe – when she spotted him coming out of the hut the injured woman had been taken to. Saeko had been getting ready to bolt, certain that he would see her and finish what he’d been unable to earlier. But then he’d befuddled for the second time by not even sparing her a glance before hopping into a tree and disappearing from sight.

Saeko didn’t understand. All demons were vicious, bloodthirsty creatures, hell-bent on the destruction and suffering of those weaker than them. They ate human flesh, hunted their livestock, preyed upon them during the night, and were menaces to humans. Demons had no regret, had no mercy; you were as good as dead if a terrifying demon had you in its sights. Demons were evil, demons were bad, and that was the short and sweet of it.

…Weren’t they?

She sighed and once more stared up into the tree, again wondering why this demon hadn’t done any of those things. Frowning and deciding that Tsuyo could perhaps provide a little insight – her friend always been more openminded than herself – Saeko moved to continue down the path, but a woman’s voice calling out gave her pause and she turned back around.

She blinked, recognizing the young woman that had accompanied the demon earlier. Saeko frowned; the demon had companions? But—but that was unheard of! Demons did not have friends! But even as she thought this, she watched the silver-haired beast drop from the tree and she saw the girl smile before walking over to him.

Nanami fussed again and Saeko distractedly shushed her, patting her back as she watched, curious despite herself, the demon and young woman chat. She was too far away to hear what was being said, but the longer she watched, the clearer it became that this woman was in no danger of being eaten or harmed in any way.

Nanami whined and stretched out her arms, as if she wanted to go to the demon, but Saeko shushed her gently and kept her eyes on the twosome. With every second that passed she became more bewildered – this demon was disproving everything she knew about them! – but what happened next had Saeko gasping in alarm even as her face turned red from shocked embarrassment.

Discussion apparently concluded, the girl grabbed a strand of his hair and tugged gently. He obliged, bending his head and allowing her to brush a kiss across his cheek. She made to move away with another warm smile, already turning around, but Saeko watched, dumbstruck, as he grabbed her hand, reeled her back in, then caught her chin with his other hand and kissed her straight on the lips.

Saeko fully expected her to pull away. This was outrageous! He was a dangerous demon, incapable of feelings! But then even more shockingly, instead of pulling away she let the demon kiss her and even put her hand on his face, like a lover would, affectionately and reverently.

Face burning, Saeko couldn’t look away as the two parted a few seconds later. With one final smile the girl reached up, affectionately tweaked one of his ears – he had dog ears! – before turning and he released her hand, watching her go. She was not expecting a second later for those amber eyes to suddenly turn and look directly at her. With a gasp that was borne of embarrassed surprise, Saeko ducked behind the nearest hut and fled that penetrating gaze, heart beating a mile a minute.

Oh, goodness…! What had she just witnessed? It defied everything she’d learned, everything she knew about demons. None of it made any sense, and Saeko’s head was whirling, trying to piece together what she had witnessed, attempting to come up with some sort of logical excuse, but her frantic mind refused to provide an answer no matter how desperately she tried.

Nanami made a soft sound of distress and with another gasp Saeko forced herself to slow down and slacken her desperate grip on her baby. Her daughter was once again struggling to escape her arms, whining and whimpering as she pushed against her arms and used her tiny feet to dig into her stomach in an attempt to free herself.

Saeko frowned and came to a stop in the middle of the path. Nanami only acted this way whenever she wanted someone other than her mother to hold her, like her grandfather or Saeko’s best friend Tsuyo. She thought back to how upset her daughter had been after she had taken her away from the demon the first time, fearful she would become his next meal. She had refused to calm down, reaching out her arms as if silently pleading for someone to pluck her from her mother’s arms.

Someone…the demon?

No. No, that was impossible, surely her precious Nanami couldn’t…but…

Saeko’s shoulders slumped and she sighed, gazing down at her daughter who clearly wanted to be put down. Her little face scrunched up and turned pink, which was a clear sign that Nanami was about to have a tantrum, complete with high-pitched shrieks of discontent and endless tears. It was one of the less desirable traits she’d picked up when she didn’t get her way, and there were only two surefire ways that were successful in halting the hysterics, either before they started or during.

One, let her cry it out and exhaust herself into slumber, or two…give her that which she desired. And what Nanami desired came equipped with claws, fangs, and the most befuddling, contradictive behavior she had ever witnessed in a being like him.

Nanami emitted a garbled keening sound, a sound in which Saeko knew heralded the full-blown fit soon to follow. Instead of obliging her, however, the young woman clutched her tighter and continued determinedly down the path to her friend’s home.

She had a lot to think about.

“Inuyasha?”

Said hanyou’s ear flicked as a familiar voice reached him from within the boughs of the tree and wordlessly Inuyasha dropped down. Kagome smiled and ambled over to him as he slipped his hands into his opposite sleeves and made sure to school his features. He heard a soft whimper somewhere to his right but he didn’t turn his head as Kagome stopped in front of him, brown eyes searching his.

“Hey,” she greeted softly, gentle smile still in place. “I just checked in with Miroku. Sango was awake for a while and she managed to drink a bit of tea before going back to sleep. I think she’ll be just fine.”

Inuyasha grunted but otherwise didn’t reply, however she didn’t fail to miss the way his shoulders lost some of their tension.

Kagome’s smile dimmed a little and she sighed. “I talked with the headman,” she revealed but said nothing more, gaze drifting to the side.

He clenched his jaw as his ears flattened into his hair. “Yeah?” he growled, glaring over her head. “What did he have to say?”

“…Nothing…”

Inuyasha sighed, suddenly tired. “Kagome.”

“Don’t make me repeat it, please,” she whispered and just by those words alone Inuyasha had a pretty good idea what she had been forced to agree to in order for him to stay in the village.

He shook his head, grimacing slightly and avoiding her eyes when she looked up at him.

“Sorry,” he murmured, the guilt sitting heavy on his shoulders. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that—”

“Please stop,” Kagome gently beseeched him and he lifted his gaze to find her staring at him with caramel eyes filled not with pity, but warmth and understanding. “It’s not your fault these people are biased, Inuyasha. If it means that you can spend the night in relative peace without threat of harm, then I don’t care what I have to promise to ensure that. I know you would do the same for me.”

Inuyasha made a face, because she was right. He would do the same for her, ten times over if he had to, and endure unimaginable pain if it meant she was unharmed. It never failed to boggle his mind, how stupid and yet so brave, so fierce this slip of a woman was, this beautiful brown-eyed girl that had come to mean so much to him that sometimes it scared him. Her dedication was staggering, her strength at times seeming endless, her stubbornness damn near rivaling his own, and to put it simply, Kagome awed him in more ways than one.

Speechless, Inuyasha could only shake his head and emit a resigned sigh.

“Damn wench takes away my best arguments,” he muttered. He was rewarded by one of Kagome’s genuine smiles, the one that made his gut flip-flip and his heart to race in his chest.

“I do no such thing,” Kagome chirped, her eyes glinting impishly as she reached up and affectionately tugged on a strand of hair that hung over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go take advantage of the nice bathhouse the headman told me about. You should too. You reek.”

Inuyasha snorted loudly. With a laugh, she tugged again. Rolling his eyes, he obliged and bent his head, feeling the warmth of her lips brush against his cheek.

“Later, dogboy,” she said fondly and gave him one last smile before turning to walk away.

He didn’t think. Darting a hand out, Inuyasha caught her wrist, dragged her back. When she turned inquisitive eyes his way, he wordlessly grasped her chin with his free hand, tipped her face up, and covered her mouth with his.

Kagome hummed and returned his kiss, lifting a hand to cup his cheek as he sighed against her lips. He indulged in her taste for a few blissful seconds, and though he wanted to deepen the connection, he kept it chaste and sweet. Kagome, however, had no such qualms. His only warning was a slight curl to her lips before she nipped his lip and slipped inside his mouth for a deeper taste, eliciting a heady growl. He reciprocated, but only briefly; he couldn’t allow them to get carried away, especially out in the open in unfamiliar territory.

With another growl Inuyasha forced himself to pull away and he was gratified to see Kagome’s face was flushed, her lips swollen and red. He was tempted to dive back in but she smiled, tweaked his ear, and sashayed away before he could carry out that temptation.

He sighed and watched her go, the taste of her still on his lips. The same whimper drifted to his ears and when he turned his head, burnished amber collided with startled gray. Inuyasha said nothing as the woman from earlier fled, the child held securely in her arms.

That hollow ache appeared again, right where his heart was. Instead of launching himself back into the tree, Inuyasha strode over to the base and sank down. Maybe it was foolish, or maybe he was just setting himself up for more disappointment, but perhaps if the villagers saw him just minding his own business, trying to look as unthreatening as possible and ignoring everything around him, they wouldn’t think…there was a possibility they might…

Shaking his head, Inuyasha dragged a hand down his face with a weary sigh, grimacing at his own wistful thoughts. Who the hell was he kidding? He would always be looked upon as a monster in their eyes, a bloodthirsty, murdering demon who preyed upon the innocent and slaughtered everything in his path without mercy. It would never change, no matter how badly he wished it would, and not even with how many humans he’d rescued, how many villages he’d saved from utter destruction from other demons plaguing it. His half-breed status was a stigma he’d have to live with for the rest of his life, and no amount of wishing or hoping would change that fact.

But does it really need to? The niggling little voice in the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like a certain dark-eyed wench of his suddenly piped up and Inuyasha blinked. What does it really matter what everybody thinks of you, so long as you have your friends and—

“Kagome,” he murmured and felt the beginnings of a smile turn the corners of his lips upward.

Lost as he was in pleasant thoughts of warm smiles, laughing eyes, and smiling lips that had the ability to make him forget his own name with kisses so sweet, Inuyasha didn’t detect the familiar scent drifting up from the road below. Didn’t hear the rustling of grass as something pushed itself through it, nor the tinkling giggle of a happy child amidst little grunts of effort. So engrossed in his musings, the half-demon wasn’t aware of anything until something soft, warm, and nice smelling plopped heavily into his lap with a happy squeal and he started so bad he nearly dumped the wriggling mass of curls and giggles onto the ground.

“What the f—what—seriously, kid? You trying to get me in trouble?”

He received a bright grin and wide brown eyes gazing happily up at him as his answer. Inuyasha sighed and muttered a curse under his breath.

A quick scan of the surroundings revealed her mother was yet again nowhere in sight and Inuyasha bit back a groan. Dammit all, the little runt had probably snuck off again from under her mother’s watchful eye and he was reluctant to go and find her himself. No doubt it would not look good if a half-breed was walking around the village with a helpless pup in his arms, even if said pup was giving every sign of being unharmed and more or less content. He knew enough to know that people wouldn’t care; they’d take one look at him and assume the worst.

Like the woman had the first time the child had managed to find her way to him.

“Y’know,” Inuyasha drawled as the kid levered herself up onto her feet using the grip she had on his finger. “You’re not giving me a lot of options here, runt.”

Unthinkingly he adjusted his position, uncrossing his legs and bending them at the knee so she stood between them. Unsurprisingly she reached for his kotodama, tiny fingers wrapping around the beads and lifting them up and down. The resulting clinking noise made her laugh and despite himself the corners of his lips tugged upward.

“You’re gonna give your mother fits if you keep disappearing on her like this,” he told her casually, his smile melting into a thoughtful frown. “Fact, it’s a wonder she even let you outta her sight after—”

A whisper of cloth, the soft crunch of dirt beneath feet, and a familiar scent wafting over to him on the breeze had Inuyasha snapping his head up with a gasp as amber eyes grew wide with a mixture of surprise and soft panic. His body stiffened, his hackles raised, and his ears flattened into his hair as his mouth parted, ready to either one, flee the accusations that he knew were about to be callously flung his way, or two, negate the claims and—

“It’s alright,” she assured softly and her smile was apologetic. “I know you will not harm her.”

Inuyasha froze and his jaw snapped closed with an audible click. He stared at her, dumbstruck for a few seconds, and then suspicion slowly etched itself onto his features before gradually twisting into a disbelieving scowl. His ears lifted slowly from his scalp, as if testing the waters, but then hastily pinned once more, skeptical, wary.

“You didn’t seem to have that mindset before,” he reminded bitterly, unable to right away accept what seemed to be happening. He didn’t understand; what had changed?

Saeko grimaced and looked appropriately contrite, flushing as she jerked her head in a nod and turned her gaze toward the reason for this confrontation. With her tiny hand wrapped around a single clawed finger, the child was content to stand there between his knees and play with the beads around his neck with her free hand. Despite herself she had to smile; utterly fearless, her precious daughter seemed to have instinctively known somehow the hanyou was completely harmless, and the young mother realized now she should have trusted the toddler.

As it turned out, she hadn’t even made it to Tsuyo’s house before she’d turned back around to head back from whence she came. While her best friend could indeed shed a little light on the situation, Saeko had belatedly realized that the only insight she truly needed was already with her, with a pouting face, raven curls, and big brown eyes – her father’s eyes – that pleaded with her every step of the way. And suddenly it had been so easy, to forget her inhibitions and trust her daughter. After all, weren’t animals and babies the most honest beings on this earth?

“Yes,” she finally answered him and lifted her gaze to find him already staring at her with those unusual yet stunning golden eyes of his. She blinked in surprise as her cheeks pinked for a completely different reason. My, but he really was quite handsome, wasn’t he?

“I realize now that I was too hasty in my judgement earlier,” she continued, smiling once again, “and I have come to express my regret for my unfair assumption.”

Then she surprised him by bowing at the waist and Inuyasha gaped at her while the child, oblivious to her mother’s actions, cooed softly as she used the grip on hanyou’s finger to wave his hand back and forth. She giggled and his ears swiveled toward the pleasant sound.

The surprise faded quickly and he ducked his head to hide his red face, scowling lightly though it held no heat as he stared at the tiny human clinging to his finger. She gave him a big gummy grin and his face softened. He looked at the tot’s mother again and sighed at her bowed figure. Slowly be began to relax, his fight or flight instinct dwindling down once the realization that she spoke the truth started to sink in. It was strange, how she seemed to have a change of heart within such a short amount of time, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Keh,” he muttered, brows dipping into a slight frown as he watched the baby between his knees stare at his ears in wide-eyed interest. “Knock that off. You ain’t the first to assume it, and I doubt you’ll be the last. Forget about it.”

The young mother straightened from her bow and frowned at his words, her confusion evident as she said, “But…that hardly seems fair.”

Inuyasha shrugged. “Fair ain’t got a damn thing to do with it,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the child before him. “Not when you’re a half-breed.”

The human woman looked truly appalled, lifting a hand to press against her chest. “But that’s horrible!”

The hanyou paused and flicked a glance at her, his frown a little more pronounced. He studied her quietly for a moment and then shook his head, wondering if this was all an act, or if she truly was ignorant to the harsh realities of the world.

“That’s just the way it is, lady,” Inuyasha murmured. “Someone once told me a long time ago that people fear what they don’t understand and I’ve come to expect that now. Hell, if your initial reaction hadn’t been to snatch your kid and run away, then I’d start questioning your sanity. It’s complete bullshit, yeah, but there ain’t nothin’ you or I can do about it, so there ain’t no use worrying about it. And anyway, what do I care what people think of me? I don’t know ‘em so they don’t matter. Simple as that.”

He shrugged and turned his attention to the toddler between his knees that was trying to regain his attention by pulling on the beads around his neck and babbling nonsense at him.

“Bah,” she said and blinked great brown eyes at him.

Inuyasha cocked a brow. “Really,” he drawled, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “You don’t say.”

“Aah!” She giggled and bounced up and down a few times, her excitement palpable.

Inuyasha chuckled and a little ways away, Saeko smiled knowingly. He may claim that he didn’t care, that it didn’t matter what people thought of him, but she knew better. There had been something in his voice, in the way he avoided her eyes as he’d said it; he did care, more than he was obviously willing to admit, and she had the insane urge to go over to him and hug him tightly. Perhaps it was her newly acquired motherly instincts, but she wanted to comfort this man. She highly doubted he would let her, however, so she refrained and silently watched as he played with her daughter.

She was a fool to think this hanyou would be a danger to her precious one-year-old girl. Heavens, but he was gentler than some of the men in the village! She realized he must be purposely trying to be as gentle as possible so as to not accidentally hurt her – no doubt he was considerably stronger than the average man – and that only confirmed even more what she had already come to understand. Still, she appreciated his effort even as her heart went out to him at the knowledge that he’d had to face such cruelty.

Her smile dimmed. It really was unfair, but unfortunately he was right; there truly wasn’t anything she or him could do to change that fact, so she would just have to accept it, as he had.

There was one thing, however, that she could do. Turning her gaze toward her little girl who now had a strand of his silver hair caught in her tiny fist, the young woman’s smile returned as she made a decision. She would teach her little girl, her precious Nanami, to not repeat her mother’s folly and jump to conclusions. She would grow up knowing the difference between a good demon and a bad one – she refused to think that all demons were bad now after meeting him – she should always consider giving second chances, and she would do her level best to make sure her daughter never judged someone before she knew them.

Perhaps this way, if she raised Nanami right, she would be able to brighten some of the dark truths of the world. Maybe her kindness and understanding would reach somebody else that needed the same lesson, and that person would in turn spread it to others. She liked to think it would be a sort of chain effect until perhaps someday, in the very distant future, beings like him wouldn’t have to live in such a cruel world. By teaching her daughter the error of her mother’s ways, slowly but surely, situations such as what had happened that very morning would cease to exist altogether.

It was a nice thought and a good way to atone for her mistake, though Saeko suspected the guilt might take a little while longer to diminish completely. Still, it was a start, and her heart felt lighter as she gathered up her kimono and climbed up the small knoll to join him beneath the tree.

She didn’t fail to notice the way the hanyou tensed as she settled beside him, but she thought nothing of it. No doubt he was not used to people he did not know being comfortable around him, so she took no offense. She simply smiled and wrapped her arms around her bent knees, completely at ease. Utterly enamored with the silver-haired hanyou, Nanami didn’t even notice the presence of her mother and continued carrying on a one-sided conversation with him.

Pretending not to notice the way he studied her discreetly out of the corner of his eye, Saeko kept her eyes on Nanami and it wasn’t until he started to relax did she finally steal a glance at him. Though he had one ear cocked toward her – Saeko had to admit that those ears of his were simply adorable! - his attention was mainly focused on the toddler he was keeping upright just by letting her hold his finger and she was amazed at the soft expression on his face.

Saeko wondered how often it was that he had this opportunity, to be this close to a young child without them being fearful of him. She could only imagine what his life had been before he met his friends, and the thought that he had been alone for so long, without the warmth of companionship, was heartbreaking to her. It was no wonder his personality was a little gruff and he was quick to snap; being looked down upon for simply being what he was must have left some pretty deep emotional scars that would take time to heal.

Saeko was suddenly doubly glad she had taken a chance and approached him when she did. If she could offer him at least a little happiness, some peace in his otherwise turbulent life, then she could count that as a success, no matter how small.

“It must have been lonely,” she mused aloud without warning and at the sound of her voice Nanami swung her head around with a big smile. She smiled back, laughing softly when her one-year-old started babbling to her while waving her hand around. Then quite suddenly she fell back onto her bottom with a little grunt and heaved a gusty sigh.

Beside her the hanyou shifted and she glanced at him as he crossed his legs and leaned forward, propping an elbow on his thigh and resting his chin in his palm. His brow was slightly furrowed as he watched the child before him crawl around in the grass, happy as can be.

“Lonely?” he echoed and then shrugged, surprising her since she didn’t think he was going to answer. “Yeah, maybe. To be honest I’ve never really thought about it before. Don’t think I ever had the time to because I was too busy trying to survive.”

Then he blinked and frowned down at her as if he couldn’t believe he’d actually admitted that out loud to a stranger. Saeko watched in amusement as a light pink dusted the bridge of his nose before he looked away with a soft scoff. His gaze landed on Nanami and unsurprisingly the tot propelled herself toward him with a gleeful giggle. She pushed to her feet and before Saeko could even move clawed hands darted out to catch her as she stumbled forward.

Swallowing the gasp before it escaped her lips, Saeko relaxed and shook her head. Truly, she should have known he’d catch her; hadn’t he already proved that he could be trusted?

She heard a soft chuckle beside her and she focused her attention back on the hanyou, her daughter held safely within his hands as he helped her regain her balance. The toddler started climbing up into his lap and he let her, keeping her steady and bearing her slight weight on his thigh. He bounced his leg up and down and Nanami laughed her joy.

“Clumsy,” he said and she admired the small, fond smile on his face. “I know someone just like you. Always tripping over everything and falling down. I’m always tellin’ her to be more careful but she never listens, wench that she is.”

Saeko smiled. “Your friends seem like good people,” she remarked, her gaze drifting over to the dwelling the headman had set them up for the night.

He snorted. “Pain in my ass. All of ‘em.” His expression softened even as he said it, however, and Saeko knew he didn’t truly mean that.

The young woman tilted her head and her smile turned a tad sly. “Perhaps,” she mused, reaching out to take her daughter’s other hand. Tiny fingers wrapped around her thumb and absurdly her throat tightened. She didn’t think she could love her little girl more than she already did, but she was always surprised.

“But they are your friends,” Saeko continued as if that explained everything. “They are there for you, and it means you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

He snorted and they settled into a comfortable silence with the only sounds being Nanami’s happy cooing and the occasional giggle. The hanyou seemed content to allow her the small joy of balancing on his knee and Saeko was content to watch, somehow knowing he would not let her fall.

“What’s, uh…what’s her name?” Inuyasha asked a few minutes later and he sounded cautious but genuinely curious.

Saeko’s smile was fond yet sad as she answered, “Nanami.”

Inuyasha frowned. “Beautiful sea.”

“Yes,” she replied and offered a shrug. “I know it’s a little unconventional, but I never did like that belief that a water-based name was considered fragile. Her father loved the sea and loved to fish.” She paused. “My husband died before she was born doing what he loved most, and I wanted to honor her by blessing her with a name I know he would like.”

Amber eyes studied her silently for a moment, searching for what Saeko didn’t know. But apparently, he found it because he nodded his approval and turned his gaze back to the child in his lap.

“Nanami,” he murmured and the child beamed at him. He grinned back despite himself.

“I’m Saeko, by the way,” she volunteered and smiled at him expectantly.

Inuyasha made a face, clearly reluctant to share his own name, but when a tiny hand reached out and patted his cheek, he sighed and gave in.

“Inuyasha,” he mumbled and snagged her hand, secretly marveling at how small it was in his own.

Everything about the pup was small, except maybe her laugh and bubbly personality. And, well, damn, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that she was like a mini Kagome, right down to the big brown eyes and the jet black hair. Fearless, happy, and…okay fine, she was cute, but cute in a way only a pup could be.

His wench, though…she was more than just cute. Kagome was…hell, he had no idea. Softness and strength, innocence and determination, Kagome had always been a contradiction to him, something that puzzled him with her endless reserves of forgiveness almost as much as her presence beside him made complete sense. Her smile illuminated the darkest corners of his heart, her touch eased the turbulent sorrow of his soul, and his name on her lips had the ability to make him forget every deep seeded ache, every troubled thought, and every doubt he’d ever had.

Kagome was healing, and with a start Inuyasha realized that this little pup, this little girl named Nanami, had the same healing spirit because she effortlessly managed to assuage a fear that he hadn’t even realized he’d had until then, a fear that he’d thought he had long ago suppressed.

Maybe…maybe it was possible, then, to someday enter a village like this one and not have people react so negatively. Maybe someday people wouldn’t automatically fear him and pups wouldn’t run away from him. And with this new realization, Inuyasha finally understood why he was so drawn to children to begin with, why he was never able to deny Kagome whenever she pleaded for them to stay the night in a village.

With just one child’s fearlessness of him, she had given him the belief, the hope that he wasn’t just the vicious monster that people callously made him out to be.

“You’re smiling.”

Inuyasha blinked, flushed, and the smile dropped from his face.

“Keh,” he mumbled and scowled. “I’m not.”

Saeko smiled knowingly but didn’t comment on his denial. She did wonder, however, what he had been thinking about to get him to smile like that. She was beginning to realize that he was rather shy and got pretty defensive if anyone pointed out something that could be considered a vulnerability or weakness. It was endearing, and Saeko’s urge to hug him strengthened.

“Well, Inuyasha,” she said and golden eyes glanced her way. “I hope that after you leave, you’ll come back again sometime and visit us. I’m sure Nanami would like to see you again.”

Inuyasha’s eyes widened and he looked stunned at the request as his blush made a reappearance on his cheeks. He opened his mouth, but Saeko never heard what he was going to say because Nanami chose that moment to emit a loud yawn, recapturing the hanyou’s attention, before heavily plopping down in the cradle of his lap and snuggling against his stomach. They both stared as she clutched a fistful of his suikan in her tiny hand, heaved a gusty sigh, and then promptly dozed off.

Inuyasha’s jaw clicked shut and his throat tightened as emotion, soft and swift, welled up without warning.

Beside him Saeko was feeling a little choked up herself as she reached over and smoothed her daughter’s hair away from her eyes.

“You know,” she whispered, her eyes soft, “not even my mother can get her to fall asleep in her arms like this. You are truly something special, Inuyasha.”

Said hanyou had no idea what to say to that so he remained silent, staring down at the sleeping pup in his arms, the slight weight of her in his lap pleasant and warm. Without thinking he brushed the back of his finger against the downy softness of her cheek, marveling not for the first time at this tiny creature’s unwavering trust in him. Far as he knew the only kid that had ever been comfortable enough to sleep around him, or hell even on him, was Shippou but he didn’t count. For one he was a demon, and two, he was an annoying runt.

Nanami, though…she was none of those things and that, in Inuyasha’s opinion, made a world of difference.

“Inuyasha.”

Ears flicking toward the voice, Inuyasha looked up to find that Saeko was kneeling and facing his way. Once their eyes connected, she reached out and caught one of his hands in both of hers, her expression pleading.

“I know I’ve already said it,” she began and her smile was equal parts hopeful and cautious. “But I do want you to know how sorry I am for the way I acted this afternoon. It was unfair to you, and I will not be able to get any rest until you accept my apology. Will you?”

Inuyasha’s ears flattened into his hair and he grimaced, looking away. Almost of their own accord his eyes landed on the sleeping pup in his lap and he sighed, shaking his head.

“No, really, you don’t need to,” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s fine, I understand why—”

“But it’s not fine,” Saeko gently interrupted him with a shake of her head. “And just because you understand does not make it okay. It was wrong of me to judge you so quickly, Inuyasha, especially when you have done nothing to warrant such distrust. I feel horrible, truly, so please will you accept it? Do not make me beg.”

She smiled as she raised her eyebrows and somehow Inuyasha knew she was completely serious. And since he really didn’t want that to happen, he supposed he didn’t really have a choice, did he?

Rolling his eyes and grumbling under his breath, ignoring the way Saeko’s smile widened as she no doubt sensed her victory, Inuyasha sighed, pouted a bit, and gave in.

“Fine,” he grumbled, cutting her a narrow-eyed look that bespoke of his irritation, though it lacked any real heat. “I accept it. Now cut it out, you’re creeping me out. And you know how hard it is to creep out a hanyou? Damn women.”

Saeko blinked and wiped the smile off her face, nodding sagely. It didn’t last long however, and when Inuyasha scowled, she couldn’t hold back and started snickering. Goodness, but he was so easy to tease!

Recovering from her mirth in short order, Saeko nonetheless kept the smile on her face as she said sincerely, “Thank you, Inuyasha. Even if it wasn’t needed, I’m grateful all the same.”

He grunted but gave a curt nod.

“It’s late,” she announced with a sigh and an apologetic smile. “Though I wish I could give you more time with her, I should get Nanami to bed.”

Inuyasha echoed her sigh and for another moment simply stared down at the snoozing babe, enjoying the pleasant scent and the soft warmth of her in his lap, before giving a reluctant nod. He wanted to keep holding her, but knew Saeko was right. Carefully he lifted her up in his arms, gaze lingering on her peaceful face, and then transferred her over into her mother’s waiting arms.

Saeko smiled her thanks, adjusted the toddler so she was cradled against her chest with her head on her shoulder, and slowly got to her feet. Inuyasha remained sitting, slipping his hands into his opposite sleeves as he sat back against the tree.

“I do hope you’ll consider what I said and come visit your friends here again sometime,” Saeko said softly. “If it’s not too much trouble, anyway.”

Still a little surprised she had called him a friend, though secretly enjoying that fact, Inuyasha frowned slightly and gave a single nod. He supposed it couldn’t hurt to maybe stop by if he and the others just so happened to be traveling in this direction. He doubted Kagome would mind with how fast she took off for that damn bathhouse…

Saeko beamed and continued genuinely, “I’m glad I met you, Inuyasha. Have a good night.”

Inuyasha rumbled his own goodbye and watched as she descended the little knoll back to the path and headed toward her home, Nanami sleeping peacefully in her mother’s arms. He was surprised at how much he missed holding her, at how fast he’d gotten used to having her in his arms. He decided right then that he’d definitely have to make an effort to come back and see them again.

Heaving a sigh, Inuyasha let his head fall back against the tree and dropped his hands to drape loosely over his knees.

His face was blank as he stared out at the village in front of him before he said suddenly, “She came to apologize.”

“Are you surprised?”

Silence was his reply and after a moment she settled beside him, smelling like water and jasmine, and her scent erased any remaining tension in his body. He sighed and closed his eyes, deliberated for half a second, then abruptly reached out and tugged her closer, into his side. Maybe it was Saeko’s gentle influence, or the way Nanami’s sleeping face kept flashing before his mind’s eye, but whatever it was Inuyasha didn’t feel the need to keep his defenses up tonight – at least when it came to her – and allowed himself to be selfish, just for a little while.

Kagome settled against him with a happy sigh and let her head fall onto his shoulder.

“You know,” Inuyasha said after a while and Kagome tilted her head to see him staring up at the dark sky. “She reminds me of you.”

Kagome sent him a curious glance. “Who? The woman?”

“No,” he murmured, shaking his head. “The pup. Nanami.”

“Nanami.” She frowned. “That’s unusual.”

“She’s named in honor of her old man,” Inuyasha supplied. “He loved the sea and Saeko thought it was fitting.”

Kagome’s expression gentled into a smile. “That’s so sweet.”

“Keh.”

“It is,” she insisted and swatted his arm. Inuyasha chuckled and Kagome smiled. “How does she remind you of me?”

Inuyasha suddenly grinned. “She’s loud, annoying, and cries too much.”

Kagome gasped in outrage and jerked upright so she could punch him in the stomach, but Inuyasha caught her hand with a laugh and dragged her into his lap.

“You’re such a jerk,” Kagome huffed, though she was smiling as she said it, her face an endearing shade of scarlet.

“Yeah, I know,” he said pleasantly and wrapped his arms around her, dragging her back against his chest. Kagome wiggled around to get comfortable before relaxing against him as he knew she would.

Sighing, Inuyasha closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her as he rumbled into her hair, “Fearless.”

“What?”

“She’s fearless,” he repeated and dropped his chin to rest on her shoulder. “Just like you are, and I’m not talking about all those times we’ve faced Naraku without you even batting an eye. You’ve never been scared of me, Kagome. Not once, not even when I was purposely trying to scare you when we first met, and you don’t know what that means to me.”

Blushing but infinitely pleased, it was impossible to stop the smile from spreading across her face as she ducked her head and shyly slipped a hand beneath one of his. Her heart was racing in her chest as his fingers threaded through hers, holding fast, and Kagome couldn’t remember a time when she had been so happy as she was right now.

“I have a pretty good idea,” she murmured and squeezed his hand.

Inuyasha smiled because yeah—she probably did know what it meant to him. Because she was Kagome, and nobody had ever understood him quite like she did.

“But you know, Inuyasha,” Kagome continued softly and he turned his head slightly to glance at her face. She caught his gaze, smiled, and breathed, “Those times we went against Naraku or any other time we were in a dangerous situation, I was only fearless because you were there. I don’t need to be scared when I have you with me.”

Swallowing thickly and staring into her eyes as warmth bloomed in his chest and spread outward, Inuyasha had no idea what to say so he just settled for murmuring her name before lifting a hand and slipping it into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he pressed his forehead against her own. Kagome’s hand cradled his jaw and his own name fell from her lips in a soundless whisper.

He closed his eyes, felt the warmth of her breath ghost over his lips as she gave a shaky sigh, and no words were exchanged. Together they sat there, reveling in one another and content, until the dawn’s first rays stretched over the horizon.

Sitting on the blanket, blowing raspberries and playing with some wooden toys her grandfather had fashioned for her, Nanami looked over at her mother and grinned happily. Dirt smudged her face and dried mud was in her hair, but none of that seemed to bother her as she waved around the toys covered in saliva and teeth marks.

From the garden a few feet away, Saeko paused in her task of pulling weeds and smiled back at her daughter. Nanami was in desperate need of a bath and some clean clothes, but it was almost time for breakfast anyway, so she figured a little more time outside couldn’t hurt while she finished the garden. It was a beautiful morning and Saeko wanted to take advantage of it before it got too hot.

Distracted by a butterfly, Nanami looked away from her mother to follow the creature and Saeko sighed softly as she sat back on her heels, pushing her bangs away from her eyes. She glanced down the main road in which her home sat close by to and wondered if Inuyasha and his friends had left yet. She hadn’t a clue on how the woman’s recovery was going, if she was okay to travel or needed more rest. She prayed for the former, because not only did she not relish the thought of anyone in pain, but because she knew Inuyasha was uneasy about staying in a village where he was not very welcome.

She was grateful the headman had been kind enough, at least, to realize their need for aid and put them up in an old hut no one used. He may be perhaps the only person aside from herself in the entire village that didn’t harbor any ill will toward him. True, perhaps she had at first, but she was glad to say she had atoned for her mistake and she had successfully smoothed out the misunderstanding on her part.

Saeko smiled. Actually, perhaps she was wrong in that assessment. She’d had a late-night discussion with her parents last night after she’d put Nanami to bed and she had explained all that had happened between the hanyou and herself. Her parents had been understandably bewildered at the thought of her befriending a demon, even half of one, but after some patient explaining, she was able to convince them to at least consider that just because Inuyasha was a hanyou did not mean he was bad. There are good demons, just as there are good people and bad demons as there are bad people. They were of course still a little skeptical and wary when they retired for the night, but they had promised to think on all she had said and Saeko was confident they would come through. They had raised her, after all. Surely their thinking couldn’t be much different from her own.

Her regime to change the negative outlook on demons was starting and she was feeling a little proud of herself, to say the least.

Sighing, Saeko glanced at the sky and determined it was about time to clean up for breakfast. She was getting hungry so no doubt Nanami was ready to eat, too.

Dusting off her hands, Saeko got to her feet and smiled over at her daughter. “Time for breakfast, Nan—Nanami?”

The blanket was empty save for her daughter’s wooden toys scattered about the cloth and Saeko tamped down on the instinctive panic that rose up. She was only one summer old—she couldn’t have gotten far, and everybody in the village always looked out for each other. She was confident if someone spotted her whoever it was would return her child back home.

Biting her lip, Saeko frowned and looked around, hoping to maybe spot her nearby. When she saw neither hide nor hair of her daughter, she peeked inside the hut to see if she’d scooted by without her realizing, but it was empty. Swallowing the fear Saeko darted around the hut, hoping Nanami was just chasing after that butterfly or something—

She heard Nanami’s delighted squeal seconds before she rounded the corner and she stopped short at the sight that greeted her as relief coursed through her body. Using familiar red hakama to pull herself to her feet, the toddler giggled merrily as clawed hands reached down and picked her up.

Putting a hand to her chest, Saeko smiled and released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as she took a step forward with a smile.

Cradling her against his chest with one arm while his free hand was held captive by a much smaller one, Inuyasha gave a small grin at the tot that was trying to chew on his finger. He was actually going to miss the little squirt.

“Looks like somebody’s been playing in the dirt,” he murmured, observing the smudges of dried mud on her face and in her hair. Some of it was getting on his suikan but he didn’t particularly care so he gave it no mind.

“Yes,” Saeko said with a small laugh and walked toward him. “I was just about to clean us up and start some breakfast.” She paused, and hedged, “You’re free to join us, if you’d like. Your friends can as well.”

She wasn’t surprised when he shook his head and she didn’t insist. She suspected she knew what he was here for anyway, and his next words confirmed it.

“I came to say bye before I left,” he said and glanced toward the road. Saeko followed his gaze and spotted his friends waiting for him. She smiled and gave a little wave; they waved back.

“And to say thanks,” he continued and she turned her gaze back to him to find his cheeks a little red and his eyes focused on her daughter. Nanami was playing with the beads around his neck again, the sound they made as she lifted them up and down making her giggle.

Saeko blinked and tried not to smile. “Whatever for?”

Inuyasha sent her a look and she failed at stifling her snicker. Rolling his eyes, the hanyou sighed and gazed fondly down at the child in his arms. She had yet to release his finger and he was content to let her hold it for however long she wanted; her grip was firm and he doubted she’d let him go even if he wanted her to. It was a nice thought and that warm feeling came back.

“There’s a saying,” he said suddenly, addressing Saeko but keeping his eyes on her daughter, “that one of my friends told me about once. ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover unless you know what’s inside,’ or something like that. Basically it means—”

“Do not judge someone until you know them first,” Saeko finished with a gentle smile.

Inuyasha looked briefly surprised but then he nodded, relieved. “Yeah.”

Clearing his throat and appearing a little uncomfortable, he flushed and avoided her gaze, looking at Nanami as he grumbled, “So, uh, I just wanted to…say thanks. For giving me a second chance and…y’know, looking inside the book.”

He paused and then grimaced. “That sounded better in my head,” he muttered and was rewarded with Saeko’s laughter. He shot her a glare but it lacked any real irritation. Nanami laughed too and Inuyasha sent her a long-suffering look.

Releasing an exaggerated sigh, Inuyasha waited for her laughter to die down to soft giggles and when she finally seemed recovered from her mirth, he pegged her with a deadpan look and said dryly, “Are you done?”

Saeko snorted indelicately and flapped a hand at him, grinning. “Sorry, sorry,” she said and moved to stand in front of him.

“Liar.”

She shrugged and didn’t deny it but her face softened and she gave him a genuine smile.

“You’re welcome, Inuyasha,” she said and laid a hand on his arm. “I’m being honest when I say I’m glad that I did. You truly are a good person, and that’s more than I can say for a lot of humans out there. Your friends are very lucky to have you.”

He snorted and mumbled under his breath, “More like I’m lucky to have them.” Louder he said, “I gotta go. I’ll, uh, I’ll try and come back to visit. I s’pose it wouldn’t be so bad seeing this runt again.”

Inuyasha affectionately ruffled Nanami’s hair with a clawed hand and she squealed in delight, reaching up and catching his hand with both of hers. He grinned and for a selfish moment he pulled her close, giving her a brief but tight hug.

“See ya, kid,” he murmured then went to hand her back to her mother.

To his surprise, however, Saeko stepped in close, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a hug instead. Inuyasha stiffened and he sputtered as his face went red, eyes going wide. After several seconds of standing there stiffly and still she didn’t pull away, he cleared his throat and awkwardly patted her back a few times, looking away and praying the others didn’t see how red his face was.

Satisfied, Saeko pulled back with a grin and accepted her daughter when he handed her back to him. The toddler whined in protest and wrapped her tiny arms around Inuyasha’s neck. Saeko smiled sadly and waited for the hanyou to give her one last hug before stepping back. Nanami whimpered and buried her face in her mother’s neck, clearly upset.

Inuyasha grimaced, and when all Saeko did was smile and shrug helplessly, he sighed and quirked a half-grin.

“See ya around, Saeko,” he said and turned his gaze to the child in her arms. “Oi, squirt.”

Great brown eyes brimmed with unshed tears glanced his way. With another sigh, he stepped forward to ruffle her hair again.

“Stay outta trouble,” he told her and glad to have his attention again, Nanami beamed and giggled. He couldn’t help but grin back. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Then with that, Inuyasha bent one last nod in Saeko’s direction then turned and headed toward his friends.

“Buh,” Nanami said and reached out a hand, opening and closing her hand in classic “bye-bye.”

“Take care of yourself, Inuyasha,” Saeko murmured, smiling as her newfound friend rejoined his friends. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“Mah.” A tiny hand landed on her cheek.

Smiling, Saeko tore her gaze away from the retreating group of travelers and kissed her daughter’s pudgy little hand.

“Alright, my little starfish,” she said and turned walk back around their home. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get some food in your little tummy. Gran and Pop are going to be here soon and we can all eat together.”

Nanami giggled and said, “’Ood!”

Laughing, Saeko disappeared inside her hut, content with all that had happened in such a short amount of time.

Walking behind Miroku and Sango, with the latter sitting upon a transformed Kirara despite her many protests that she could walk, a small hand slipped into his own. Without looking down, Inuyasha threaded their fingers together.

“Ladies man,” Kagome teased him under her breath, knowing he could hear her. “I think I’m jealous.”

Inuyasha flushed and scowled slightly. Of course Kagome would have seen it.

“Wench,” he grumbled. “I’m no ‘ladies man.’ Keh.”

“I beg to differ.”

“I beg you to shut up.”

Kagome snickered and leaned against his arm. “Seriously, though, I’m glad things worked out so well. Are you coming back to visit?”

Inuyasha shrugged. “Maybe. Depends if or when we travel this way again.”

“You mean you won’t make a special trip out just to see them?”

He rolled his eyes. “We have a job to do, Kagome. We can’t gallivant all over the countryside on a whim, you know.”

Kagome pouted a little. “But she’s so cuuuuuute,” she whined, thinking of the darling little girl that had been in her hanyou’s arms just moments ago. She resisted the urge to squeal as she brought the image to mind again. Inuyasha with a child in his arms was just too precious!

“Go hug the runt. You think he’s cute,” he reminded her, unsympathetic.

Huffing, Kagome tugged her hand out of his and crossed arms, sticking her nose in the air.

“You’re mean,” she grumbled and moved to stomp ahead of him to join her nicer friends.

A strong arm snagged her around the waist and dragged her back against a hard chest. Kagome’s faux irritation vanished and she ducked her head to hide her smile as she leaned back.

“Oi,” Inuyasha rumbled in her ear. “You can’t get away from me that easily, wench.”

“Oh, no,” she murmured, enjoying their impromptu little game. “Whatever shall I do?”

Inuyasha chuckled and started walking backward toward the forest that lined each side of the road. He glanced at their friends and was gratified to see they hadn’t noticed their sneaking away, Miroku and Sango wrapped up in each other while Shippou dozed on Kirara’s rump.

“Scared, wench?” he asked and dared to brush his lips against the slender column of her neck. Kagome gasped and shivered and he growled his approval.

Biting down on her lip, unresisting as Inuyasha continued to drag her farther back toward the cover of the trees, Kagome couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across her face. Laying her hands on his and tilting her head back, Kagome leaned up to boldly kiss his jaw and she felt his pleased rumble against her back.

“Oh, but…don’t you know?” she breathed as Inuyasha turned his head, breath ghosting over her lips.

“Know what?” he husked, the allure of her mouth too strong to ignore.

Kagome sighed, smiled, and lifted a hand to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck as Inuyasha’s lips teasingly, feather soft, brushed against her own.

“I’m not scared,” she whispered and closed her eyes as his hand cradled her jaw. “Because when I’m with you, Inuyasha…I’m fearless.”

#fearless #inukag #inukag fanfiction #inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #oneshot #keizfanfiction

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nanamismoonchild · 4 years ago

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pairing: tea shop owner! Yoongi x idk! reader

characters: reader, yoongi, ex-seokjin, jungkook

genre: fluffy fluff

warnings: none, if you don’t count the general cheesiness of it all :D

Summary: It’s one of the perfect days to run errands but those are soon forgotten when Yoongi needs help making orders for Valentine’s Day!

WC: 2.3k

A/N: this was an attempt at practice world-building since i want to do fantasy fics, and it is for the lovely @iridescentjin, my secret love, for the secret admirers event. i hope you like and enjoy it, i tried to incorporate somethings I’ve seen on your blog that you like.

Waking up to the soft cuddles of teddy bears would always be your favorite thing. No matter how old you got. You had so many, but they all had a special little place in your heart. To you, waking up with the soft bears meant that it was going to be good--no, it was going to be a great day.

As you throw the blankets away and wiggle out of bed, you smile and stretch your still tired muscles. Having showered the night before, you only have to freshen up a little before putting on your most comfortable walking clothes. It was your off day and you planned on getting everything on your to-do list done while the universe was gracing you with a good day. Starting with a quick stop at the boba tea cafe at the end of your street.

The drinks there were famous in your part of the district, leaving the other districts upset that they couldn't crossover to get a drink. That’s what they said anyway, but you knew they only wanted to meet the tea shop owner, Min Yoongi. The mysterious, timid man that always seemed to make your regular drink taste different each time. You hoped today would be the day he allowed you to watch him make a couple of drinks.

Stepping out of the apartment with a pep in your step, you join two of the other tenants at the elevator doors. One of them who you despised.

“Y/N! I see you’ve crawled out of bed like the spider thing you are.”

“Seokjin. Your insults are worsening by the day. Perhaps your old age is getting to you.”

Kim Seokjin was your ex-boyfriend. The relationship dwindled into nothing but the two of you becoming enemies. He was too selfish and you were too stubborn to realize it was happening. So here you were--throwing petty jabs at one another to hide your pining.

At least that’s what you called it.

“Ah, how you wound me.”

The elevator doors opened and the three of you stepped in. The other person made it a point to stand as far from the two of you as possible.

“Where are you heading off to? You’re never up this early on a weekend.”

“I decided to get some errands done today and I read that it’s best to get it done early. How about you?”

“Ah, the 2nd district is having a problem with their taxi systems. The taxis are taking them into different districts. Highly illegal, and I have to fix it.”

There were twenty districts in all, and it was illegal for any of them to cross-over without proper paper works. Population control was an all-important cause in the day and age. The 2nd district was the largest of the districts and if any of them were passing over, it would cause a commotion. Most jobs in your district didn’t require the need to travel to the other districts, but Seokjin had been chosen to be a system repairman. He had wanted to be an actor and model. Alas, the system found that his skills would be more reliable in repairs, and it paid well above what you were making too.

“Good luck. I heard the 2nd district has the worst hospitality.”

“With this face, the meanest person would show me grand hospitality.”

The elevator dinged as it opened the doors. Rolling your eyes at his vain statement, you step out of the elevator and breathe in the morning dew air. It was the perfect day to walk through the district.

Blue skies, fluffy clouds, and the smell of pastries wafting in the air. Your stomach growled, making you practically run to the tea shop.

The bell alerted Yoongi to another customer’s presence. It was the day before Valentine’s Day, and the orders were gradually becoming more than he could handle alone. Thankfully, his cousin Jungkook had managed to find a break between streaming and could help later. Yoongi only had to survive for three more hours---if he didn’t start crying before then.

Usually, he could handle three hundred orders a day, but people from the other districts had somehow found out about his shop and were requesting deliveries. He didn’t even know how they expected him to do that! There was no way he could get a license to deliver in a mere day.

Suppressing a groan, he made his way into the dining room. It was empty except for the few customers who were waiting for their daily boba. And you.

Yoongi enjoyed your company, and would normally have your drink prepared and ready. However, today was different and he didn’t think he would be able to do it.

“Y/N! Happy to see you.”

“Yoongi! I’m happy to see you as well. Busy?”

“Actually, yes. I have about five hundred orders to do before closing. Everyone decided to order last minute. Completely unexpected,” Yoongi sighed, the exasperation beginning to show on his face.

Yoongi watched as you put your bag in a nearby chair and glanced at him. “How many have you done so far?”

“Pfft, so far, I would say one hundred. Had to come at three am to get started.”

Watching as you teetered on your legs in deep thought, Yoongi began to draw himself back into the kitchen. He couldn’t waste time talking--or flirting-- with you as much as he would like.

“What if I helped?”

Yoongi spun around almost losing his footing. You had been so quiet asking that he almost hadn’t heard you. But he did.

“I would love that, but I have a friend coming in a couple of hours. I think I’ll be able to manage in the meantime.”

“Yoongi, it’s almost ten in the morning. You’ve only made one hundred drinks in seven hours. I’m helping you. Give me an apron and recipes and I’ll do my best.”

Yoongi muttered under his breath, something about calling him out, and went into his back room to fetch an apron for you. He knew he needed your help, but your presence could possibly distract him. He’d had a crush on you since the first time he opened. You had been new to boba and had no idea what to get and after a moment of getting to know a few of your likes and dislikes, he had made a drink he thought was perfect. It was now your usual, and he took deep pride in it.

“Under district law, I’m going to have to pay you.”

“Sweet. Let’s get started.”

Yoongi already had the ingredients laid out in the kitchen. All you had to do was follow the recipes he had written in his book. There were no measurements.

Tutting, you resist fretting at the lack of teaspoons and cups in the recipe book and mime Yoongi. It wasn’t as easy as you’d thought it would be. The brown-haired man made it a point to throw in tiny bits or large bits of the ingredients.

By the time he had made it through three, you had only just begun to finish one drink. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

“Alright, this isn’t the most efficient thing to do. I suck at making these. Is there anything else I could do?” You turned towards the man, huffing a little from your frustration.

Yoongi did the same, mimicking your huff as well.

“If you have a car and a license to go to the other districts, then yes. But otherwise, no.”

“You need deliveries done?”

Yoongi nodded as he finished off another drink and placed it into a drink carrier that was already filled with three other drinks.

“I honestly don’t even know why I confirmed all of these. Well, I thought the addresses were from this district until I looked at a map,” he paused, “after I confirmed them.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. The poor man had doomed himself by accident.

“You’re lucky I have both. I can definitely do everything that needs to be.”

He smiled at you, a full-on gummy smile that made your cheeks heat.

“I could never thank you enough.”

“I mean,” you roll eyes nonchalantly, “You could give me free bobas from now on. Just a thought.”

“I can make that happen,” he giggled.

By the time, Jungkook had come in to help, you had already delivered most of the orders that Yoongi had finished. Most of them were in the second district and the traffic there was atrocious. Seokjin was already finished with the taxi system update and everyone was running to prepare last-minute Valentine’s outings. You had seen a couple of men running out of the superstore with giant teddy bears during one delivery.

It made you a little jealous if you were honest. You were as single as a pringle--thanks to Seokjin breaking up with you only two years ago. No one had really been interested enough to date, and none of them had been intimate enough to have more than a one-night stand.

No one besides Yoongi, but he had never shown interest in you, and your lack of flirtation to him obviously didn’t help. Yoongi was everything you wanted.

His physique showed that he was a strong man, probably from carrying huge baskets of strawberries to and from his kitchen. His eyes were dark brown, and every time he would make eye contact, you would melt. And his smile--when he truly smiled and not one of the timid ones he would give other customers-- could always brighten your day.

However, he was only a dream. The man was married to his shop and craft.

Opening the door to the shop, you can see Jungkook, a friend of Yoongi’s, jamming to something that was playing in his headphones. He didn’t pay attention to you coming in.

Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You hoped he was taking a break.

“Jungkook!” Nothing. You walked in front of him and waved in front of his face. “Jungkook!”

He practically threw off his headphones, his doe eyes bulging. “Oh. Hi! Y/N! You’re back already.”

“Yeah. A bunch of the houses was close together. I’m assuming they all recommended the tea shop to each other.”

“It is the best in all of the districts,” he bragged.

“True. Where’s Yoongi?”

“I think he went to go and get some rest in the backroom. We’re actually almost done. I think we have about one hundred more to go.”

“Wow, seriously?”

“Yeup!”He popped the “p” at the end. “A bunch of the orders cancelled for some reason. Shame. Or not shame, but that would’ve been really good money for Yoongi.”

“It would’ve. I wonder what happened.”

“Break-ups. Got something else. Couldn’t afford it...Who knows?” He put his headphones back on and started playing his music again, signaling the end of the conversation.

You left Jungkook to his music and went to seek out Yoongi. He was slumped over his laptop desk, a light snore coming from him. You almost didn’t want to wake him. He was the most relaxed you’d seen him all day, and he couldn’t have gotten a ton of sleep since he had to wake up earlier than usual. It was by pure chance that nearly three hundred orders had cancelled. You knew it had been good for business, and the people who cancelled could go to hell, but you were thankful for the chance to watch Yoongi nap. As weird as it sounded.

“Y/N?”

Jumping out of your thoughts, you see that Yoongi had woken up from his catnap and was standing up.

Your cheeks warmed and you looked away in embarrassment. “Oh, um, hi. Uh, I just got back from the delivery, and Jungkook told me I could find you in here, but you were napping and I was going to walk out, but I kind of zoned out, and uh, yeah.” The rambling stutter came out too quickly and you were unsure if Yoongi had even understood you.

He smiled. The gummy smile and a rosy blush was creeping into his cheeks.

“Y/N, you’re cute.”

“Cute?”

“Yes, cute. I was actually working on something back here before I fell asleep so I’m happy you came in.”

Peering at him in curiosity, you gasp when he takes your hand and leads you further into the room where a heart-shaped cake and your favorite tea sat on a table decorated in a red tablecloth.

Turning to look at Yoongi, eyes wide in surprise, you see he has the biggest smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with nervousness.

“I know it’s a whole day before Valentine’s, but I’m going to be swamped tomorrow with orders from couples who want to spend their day out and about.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now--ever since you came tumbling into the tea shop. You were so pretty with your naivety of bobas. It was such an honor to me to get to know you and make a tea special for you and only you. I don’t do that for a lot of customers. And that’s the thing. You were never a customer to me, but someone I wanted to get to know further. Of course, I was a chicken and didn’t ask you out then.

“So I’d thought I’d do it now. Especially after you helped me get rid of a ton of stress. I had Jungkook bake the cake while you were gone. But I made the tea as usual because I want to be your usual. Will you allow me to take you on a date?“

Grinning at the cheesy line, you take in his words. They were corny, but they melted your heart all the same. It was almost a marriage proposal, and, honestly, you wouldn’t have minded if he had asked.

Your answer would’ve been the same because your feelings for him were steady.

With all the elation and exultation you could muster, you answer, “Yes.”

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inseongsfoxybae · 4 years ago

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Now and forever

Pairing: Boyfriend Yoo Taeyang + Female Reader x Best Friend Hwiyoung

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Amnesia, mentions of drunkenness, break up

Words: 6,5k

Requested: Hi sunshine! First of all, congratulations on starting your blog and I can’t wait for what you’re going to write😚 Second, if it’s not a bother, as a fellow Fantasy, can I make a request for Hwiyoung? Like where the reader and Taeyang are dating, but the reader had an accident which caused her Amnesia, and then she starts remembering Hwiyoung? And whatever ending you feel is right you can do it🥰 Hope that wasn’t too much to ask for.. Although if that doesn’t bother you can I be🐣 anon? Thanks💖

Author's message: Dear 🐣 anon, I'm so sorry I took that long to deliver your request, but I want to say that it's finally here and I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you like it and feel free to send in a new request when you want. Thank you 😊❤️

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Plus, sorry if there’s any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: Blurry memories and an old friend entered in your life again and now you have to decide where your heart lives: in an beautiful past or in an uncertain future.

A car accident has changed your life forever. Apparently, it was nothing too serious, but the strong impact on your head made you lost your memory completely and the doctors said it could last forever. Since then, the cute boy who has introduced himself as your boyfriend never left your side and, with your parents not being able to take care of you, he was the one responsible for you.

You tried to drive Taeyang away so many times for the past months, but now you finally starting to trust him and accepting his feelings, even if you’re not sure about your own feelings yet. Of course, he never pressured you about anything on your relationship, he just stayed with you and took care of your fragile being. He talks about your favorite things, shows some pictures and videos of your parents, friends and, of course, you too together, so you can know your beloved ones again little by little.

After several months struggling to back to your normal life, Taeyang finally succeeds in getting you out of the house. On a pleasant saturday morning, he was helping you to prepare some of your favorite dishes for a picnic while hummed sweetly a song he knows you used to love. After all the food is ready, you packed everything and leave your flat to the park right in front your building.

Taeyang found a nice place near the little lake of the park for you to have your first date after a long time, so you both set everything on the blanket and finally were able to spend some quality time together. Taeyang sat down next to you, your knees touching, but he knew he couldn't get closer than this yet, with you still assimilating your feelings and new life. You talked about that beautiful day while eating - the birds singing on the trees, the calm waters of the lake, the sound of children laughing. A little cherry blossom got stuck on your hair and Taeyang took it off delicately and put it on your small hands, using this chance to intertwine your fingers together. You looked up at thim with curious eyes and he whispered a soft “I love you”.

At that moment, a flash crossed your mind and you suddenly saw a strange face. Startled, you pulled your hands abruptly and your face got pale, your heart pounding hard on your chest. “Y/N, are you okay?”, Taeyang asked worried. “I-I’m okay… I just… I don’t know…”, you looked nervous all of a sudden and Taeyang thought it was about his confession, feeling a little upset. “Don’t worry, Tae. Something weird just passed through my mind, but I’m okay now”, you tried to comfort him. “Did you remember anything?”. “No, it was just a random optical illusion”. ”Are you sure? Wanna go home now?”, he asked started to packed the rest of the food you left. “No, Tae. Seriously, I’m fine. And you promised to take me to a walk on the beach, remember? I still want to go there”, you said holding his hands again. He gave you a little smile and you got all your things and took his car on your way to the beach.

When you get there, the summer breeze blew in your face and you couldn’t suppress a large smile at the feeling of the warm sand underneath your bare feet. Taeyang stared at you fondly and was caught out of guard when you looked at him, his cheeks blushing hard as you laugh at this cuteness. You then pushed him and stuck out your tongue, starting to run away from him. “Catch me if you can, silly!”, you screamed as he started to run behind you. “If I catch you, will you kiss me?”, he screamed back. “Maybe…”, you answered giggling. It gave him strength and, in a blink of a eye, he caught you, hugging you from behind. You both couldn’t stop laughing when he spun you around before turning your body to face him and cupping your cheeks. Your eyes met and he connected your lips in a slow soft kiss but still able to take your breath away while you melt between his arms.

As soon as you broke away for air and opened your eyes, another image flashed through your eyes with the same strange guy occupying Taeyang’s place in front of you. You suddenly felt dizzy and your vision blurred, almost falling if your boyfriend’s arms weren’t holding you strong. “Baby, what happened?”, Taeyang asked lifting your head. “Tae, I wanna go home now”, you answered breaking his embrace around you. Once you got in your apartment, you told Taeyang to leave you alone. He knew you needed some space and time to process everything, so he just obliged and went home tough he were too worried. You were not rejecting Taeyang, you were just too scared of what’s going on with your mind. “Who is that guy?”, “Why does he insist on appearing right in front of my eyes when I’m with Tae?”.

When you finally calmed down, hours later, you realized you didn’t say anything about the kiss to Taeyang and immediately text him.

Y/N: Hi, Tae. I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I think I still need some time to myself. But, please, don’’t worry. It’s not your fault. Hope you understand TT

He answered back right away.

T: Don’t worry with me, Y/N. Are you fine now?

Y/N: Yes, I’m feeling a little better and going to bed now.

T: Okay. You know you can call me anytime if you need something, right?

Y/N: I know, Tae. Thank you <3 Have a good night!

T: Sleep well, Y/N. See you again tomorrow?

Y/N: Sure. Bye :*

Y/N: P.S: I enjoyed the kiss, so don’t give on me yet, okay? ^.^

T: I definitely won’t ;)

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As days passing by, your strange visions seemed to be even more frequent and clear, like flashbacks of your life before the accident. Although you tried to disguise the discomfort they caused, Taeyang always noticed something was wrong with you and though he was the problem. “Y/N”, he called you one night when you were walking on the park. “Hm…”, you looked at him. “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”, he asked serious. You froze and your mind went blank. “I mean, we’re always together but it seems like you are so far away from me. You’re super affectionate at times, but change completely one minute later… Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you”, he continued. “Please, Y/N”, he insisted when you didn’t speak a word.

You couldn’t move a single muscle, your heart bit fast, your breath was heavy and you couldn't manage to say a single phrase. All you could that time was crying, sobbing, falling on your knees in a despair your boyfriend couldn't understand. You felt his strong arms embracing you and leaned in on his warm body, your sobbs causing you to shake hard against him. He guided you to sit on a bench and soothed you with small rubs on your back. When you recovered your breath, you managed to whisper a little “I’m sorry” for him. He just kissed your forehead and stayed quiet. Some minutes later, you start to talk again. “I’m having some flashbacks, Tae. Another guy that I don’t know appears on my mind everytime I’m with you and it scares me a lot”. “Why does it scare you?”, Taeyang tried to be strong and stable, but he was scared too. “I don’t even know... I’m just afraid of who he can be or mean to me”. Taeyang tensed around you, but still managed to hold you tighter. “Don’t think about it too much, okay? And I’m always here with you, so don’t worry”, he said trying to comforting you and himself.

Next morning, you were talking to your mom about these visions trying to get some help or advices.

Y/M: What’s he like?

Y/N: He’s a little shorter than Tae, with a long hair and a gummy smile. Do you know someone like this, mom?

Y/M: Of course I do, Y/N. His name is Kim Hwiyoung and he used to be your best friend when you were kids. But he just disappeared when you graduated on college.

Y/N: Why did he go away? And why I never saw a picture of him?

Y/M: No one know why he ran away nor where he lives now. And he never liked to take pictures, that’s right you probably have nothing with him. But maybe Taeyang can help you to find him now. Ask him.

Y/N: Mom, I can’t ask Tae to look for another guy for me.

Y/M: Why not? It’s not like you’re cheating on him. Go and ask him some help.

Y/N: Fine. I’ll try it.

When your boyfriend arrived at your house later that day, you decided to try it out. “Tae, I need you to take me to someone”, you speak in a nervous whisper. “Of course, baby. Who?”, he answered with a sweet smile. “Kim Hwiyoung”, you revealed and Taeyang froze. “Why him?”, he asked with a dark look after a few seconds. “He’s the one on my flashbacks and my mother said he was my best friend but ran away when we graduated. I need to see him now and try to discover why I’ve been having these visions. Do you know where he lives, right?”. Taeyang couldn’t answer, he barely couldn’t breath. He was nervous and lost in thoughts. Why him? Why now?. “Tae, do you know where Hwiyoung lives?”, you insisted catching his attention again. “No, not anymore”, he finally answered. “Does some of the guys know?”. “I don’t know, Y/N. We don’t talk with him in ages”. “Can you ask them? Please…”, you held his cold hands.

Taeyang reach out for his phone and called someone. After three lost calls, Chani finally answered. “What, hyung?”. “I need you to do me a favor. Now”, Taeyang talked serious. “What favor?”, Chani asked worried. “You know where Hwiyoung lives, right? Send me his address as fast as you can. I’m waiting for your message”, then he ended the call before Chani could speak anything. A couple of minutes later, Chani sent Hwiyoung’s address and added “Hope you won’t do any shit, hyung”. “Don’t worry. It’s for Y/N”, Taeyang simply answered and turned to you. “I got his address. Let’s go there now and back before nightfall”, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the door. “Wait, Tae! Give me a time to get ready”, you whined. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m going with you and nothing bad will happen”, your boyfriend squeezed your hand. “I know, I’m just… nervous”, you whisper. “C'mon. Let’s get this over, huh?”, you nodded and he opened the door.

About an hour later, you arrived at a small building and got out of the car. “It’s here”, Taeyang said as you left out a nervous “yes”. He held your hand tight and knocked the door. Some seconds passed till a strange guy open it. “Hello, how can I help you?”, he asked a little surprised. “Hi, we’re looking for Kim Hwiyoung. Is he here?”, Taeyang said politely. “He is. What’s your name?”, at his answer you froze and your heart skipped a beat. “Tell him Yoo Taeyang wants to talk, please”, your boyfriend gave a small friendly smile at the guy. “Okay. You can wait at the lobby. I’ll tell him you’re here”. “Thank you”, Taeyang said and both of you entered the building. The room had a minimalist decoration with some instruments and polaroids hanging on the wall, and some soft music resonated through the doors. “It’s a studio”, you whispered to Taeyang. “Yes, he studied music on college and always wanted his own business. I think he got it”, he answered quietly. “Tae, why do you never talk about him?”, you asked suddenly curious. “I thought he was past. But seems he’s still a threat for us…”, Taeyang was cautious with his words. “Threat? What do you mean?”. Before he could answer, the guy appeared once again. “He’s a little busy now and asked what do you want”, he shyly said. “YAH, KIM HWIYOUNG! DO YOU REALLY THINK I’M THE ONE WHO WANTS TO TALK TO YOU? IT’S Y/N, YOU FOOL! Y/N IS HERE!”, Taeyang yelled high enough to any person on that building to hear, making you surprised and even more nervous.

At the mention of your name, on the other side of the closed studio room, Hwiyoung’s heart raced like he just woke up of a nightmare. He immediately got up of his seat and opened the door wide, only to see you standing in front of him after three years, more beautiful than ever. You both were froze, just staring at each other, hearts beating fast and bodies shaking. “I think it’s better if you have some time alone to talk. I’m waiting for you in the car, Y/N”, Taeyang broke the silence and left the building, the tension and old memories being too much for him to bear. “H-hi…”, you tried to start the conversation, but the shocked Hwiyoung just blinked his eyes still not believing it was really you. “Sunbae, won’t you invite this lady to your room?”, the other guy talked for him. “Huh? Ah, okay… Please, ju-just come in…”, Hwiyoung finally spoke, his low voice making you shiver.

You entered his studio and sat on a small couch on the corner. “Wanna something to drink, lady?”, the guy asked you. “Oh, no… thank you”, you answered and he left, now only you and a standing Hwiyoung in the room. You were feeling very uncomfortable as he didn’t talk anything. “So…”. “Is it really you, Y/N?”, Hwiyoung interrupted you. “Ye-yes, I guess…”, you tried to look fine with that awkward situation. “I knew you had an accident and lost your memory, but do you remember me?”. “I don’t”, you looked at him nervous. “So, why are you here? I know Taeyang would never bring you here for nothing”, Hwiyoung asked finally sitting down on his chair. “I’m… Well... I don’t know exactly what’s going on with me, but...I-I’ve been having flashbacks with you. I mean, I don’t even remember you or our past, but you insist on appear on my mind everytime I’m with Tae...”, you spoke hastily. “So…?”, Hwiyoung seemed to be lost at your words. “So, I’m here to try to figure out what happened. I mean with us, with our friendship. I think it could be the reason of these flashes”, you stared at him waiting for some answers, but nothing came. “I think I can’t help you with that, Y/N. We don’t have anything in common anymore. I’m glad you’re alive and fine, but you shouldn’t see me anymore. I’m sorry”.

His words hurt you, more than you can expect from a stranger, but you wouldn’t give up so easily. You took a deep breath and started to talk again after some minutes of heavy silence. “Why are you like this? First, you were my best friend and left me and know you don’t even want to tell me why you acted like this?”, you tried to say calmly, but your shaking voice betrayed you. “Past is past, Y/N. You must move on and not remember me”, Hwiyoung words were sharp, and you could see his fists clenching with anger. “Did you do it? Did you forget me?, you asked looking right into his eyes. He sustained the look for some seconds, still quiet, unable to move a single muscle. “No, I didn’t. I tried it in every ways possible, but I never could forget you”, he simply asked an eternity later, sadness waving through his body as the pain of the old memories washed over him. “So why?”, tears now gathering in your eyes. “There was no more space in your life for me, Y/N”, he tried to hold back his tears too. “Why don’t you tell me what really happened?”, you whispered facing your lap. “Do you mind if you talk somewhere else? I need some fresh air.”, Hwiyoung asked cautiously. “No, since you tell me everything I need to know about our past”, you answered and both of you left the building.

Taeyang was still waiting for you on the street. As soon as he saw you leaving, he came closer and you smiled shyly at him. “Tae, I’m sorry, but I need some time to talk to Hwiyoung. You can go home, I’ll get a taxi when we’re over”, you said reaching for his hands. “I can’t leave you alone with him, Y/N. Let me go with you or let’s go home now”, Taeyang talked serious. “Tae, please. I really need to do this. Now”, you looked deep in his eyes and he simply nodded, his hands moving to the sides of your head. “Call me if you need, okay?”, he pecked your lips and turned to his car, barely locking eyes with Hwiyoung on the way.

~~~~

You were in a small cozy café near his studio, the smell of coffee and cakes filling the whole place. “Do you know this place?”, Hwiyoung asked you after ordering two cappuccinos. “No. Is it a important place?”, you asked back. “Yeah, we used to come here after our classes and your official first date with Taeyang was here too. Didn’t he tell you this?", Hwi questioned curious. “Oh, really? He never mentioned this place. I wonder why…”, you looked at Hwiyoung who seemed to be a little awkward. “So… Were you and Taeyang friends too? I mean, before you left?”, you encouraged him to talk. “Actually, not. But he was your boyfriend, so he was always around”, he said with a bothered tone. “You never liked him, right?”, you wondered not exactly waiting for an answer. Hwiyoung kept quiet for a moment, only staring at you not knowing what to say. “You love him and that’s all the matter, Y/N”, he finally said and drank his coffee.

You both continued your conversation for some hours, Hwiyoung patiently trying to answer all your questions, feeling a little comfortable with you after so many years - he talked about your childhood and teenage, but you still couldn't remember a single thing.

It was already night when you entered your home only to take a quick shower and plopped down on your bed, immediately falling asleep. When you woke up next morning and walked into the kitchen to make your breakfast, there was a small note on your table: “I had to go home earlier. Call me when you got home. YTY”. Holy shit, Tae! You ran back to your bedroom and reached for your phone - 8 missed calls from your boyfriend. You called him, but he didn’t answer, then you sent a message.

Y/N: I’m so sorry, Tae! I got home late yesterday and just fell asleep. Please, don’t be mad at me TT

Some minutes later, Taeyang answers:

TY: It’s okay, bb. I’m relieved you’re safe. Have free time later? We could have dinner together…

Your heart ached a little with his message, but you had to be sincere.

Y/N: Sorry again, but I already have a commitment tonight x.x

TY: Hwiyoung again?

Y/N: Yes… I like to hear him to talk about our youth and I still have to find out why he left… Are you fine with this?

TY: Not really. But I trust you, so I think it’s okay…

Y/N: Thank you, Tae! Now, focus on your work, I don’t want to bother you.

TY: You don’t bother me at all. And meet me in the park when you come back tonight. I’ll wait for you there.

Y/N; Okay. See you later :*

~~~~

You did had dinner with Hwiyoung that night and spent hours talking and laughing with him. And Taeyang did waited for you in the park, but you didn’t meet him nor even called him. After two hours waiting, he decided to go home, but as soon as he got up, he saw you getting off a taxi with a drunk Hwiyoung holding onto your shoulders. It broke his heart and he couldn’t stand this view anymore, so he turned around and walked home into the cold night.

Early in the next morning, you woke up with someone knocking at your door. You were surprised when you opened it and saw Taeyang standing there, his features looking tired and upset. “Tae, what are you doing out there? You have the keys!”, you asked pulling him in. “Am I still free to simply enter your house?”, he answered not looking at you, a dark expression on his face. “What do you mean?”, as soon as you closed your mouth, Hwiyoung appears on your living room, still rubbing sleepness off his eyes, freezing when he sees you two at the door.

Your boyfriend stared at you and you could read anger in his look. “Tae, I can explain…”, you reached for his hands. “You don’t have to do it. I see you had fun last night. He got drunk and you brought him home. You lay him down on your guest room and went to your own bed. I know that you’d never cheat on me. I told you I trust you, Y/N”, he interrupted you moving out your grip on him. “So…?”, you cautiously asked. “A simple call… was everything I needed yesterday. But you didn’t care… No, you just don’t care anymore”, he said moving his gaze to Hwiyoung, his voice full with pain and bitterness. “I… I think it’s my time to go”, your friend spoke nervously. “Please, have a talk and make up your problems”, he grabbed his jacket and shoes and passed over Taeyang who was still standing next the door. “I‘m sorry”, Hwiyoung whispered as Taeyang only clenched his fists. “Bye, Y/N. Thanks for letting me sleep here”. You just nodded and he left.

You turned to your boyfriend again, his body trembling with anger. “Tae, let’s sit on the couch and talk, okay?”, you said only above a whisper. He walked with you, but sat on the opposite side of the couch. Taeyang stared at his lap, feeling unable to look at you when he was so angry. “Tae, I’m so sorry for letting you down”, you quietly said, but he didn’t respond. “Tae… Please, talk to me”, you whined trying to make him look at you, but he didn’t move a single muscle. You reached out for his hand to slightly touch it. “Say something”, you whispered as he sighed deeply and let go of your hand. “You don’t love me, right?”, he murmured.

He finally lift his head and looked at you, his eyes full of pain and sadness. You didn’t know what to say and froze while tears started to form in your eyes.”You don’t know it, do you? Don’t know what you feel for me, don’t know if you love me”, his words were like knives striking your heart. “Tae…”, you tried to talk, but he cut you off. “You don’t try to love me, you don’t even care about my feelings for you”, he yelled the last part. At this point, tears were falling freely down your face, but why couldn’t you say anything to deny his accusations? Why didn’t you know how you feel about him? Why was only Hwiyoung on your mind for the past few weeks? “Tae…”, you called out for him, “I… I think I just need sometime…”, you couldn’t say much more as Taeyang only stared at you. “I like you, I want you to be happy, but I just don’t know what to do now”, you cried out. “I’m sorry, Tae… I’m really sorry”, you couldn’t control your tears anymore and sobbed right in front of him. He just nodded painfully, got up off the couch and left, leaving you alone there with your crying.

You sank into misery and stayed at home all day, trying to control your suddenly sadness and confused feelings. Hwiyoung called you several times, but you just ignored him till you hear a slow knock at your door. It was him, a worried expression on his face. “Why didn’t you answer my calls and messages, Y/N?”, he asked entering your house. You didn’t respond, just staring at him as tears tried to back to your eyes. Seeing your messy state of mind, he put his hands on your shoulders and whispered a sweet “What happened? Where’s Taeyang?”. At the mention of his name, you cried again, holding onto him to not fall. “Y/N…”, he hugged you back. “It’s over, Hwi… I told him I need sometime, but he just left and I know he won’t come back”, you yelled in pain against his chest. “Why am I like this, Hwi? Why is it so painful?”, you desperately asked. “Because you love him, Y/N. You love him now as much as you loved him before. You just don’t know it yet.”, he calmly answered, running his fingers through your hair.

You broke the embrace and look at him. “How… how do you know that?”. “Because I was there before and saw how you were perfect together. He could be himself next to you and was able to do anything for you. I can say the same from you. You were always happy when you were together, even in the most difficult times. That’s love, Y/N”, he told you with a painful look. “Why do you always talk about him this way if you don’t even like him?”, you were confused. “Only him, Y/N. Because only him can take you away from me”, Hwiyoung couldn’t look into your eyes anymore. “What?”, your hands were shaking. “I love you, Y/N. Since we were teenagers. I love you. But I always knew your heart would never be mine. And when you found Taeyang, I immediately knew I had lost you forever. That’s right I left you”.

Hwiyoung’s eyes were glued at his lap, fists clenched, shaky voice. You stared at him in disbelief, mouth opened on a little “o”, teary eyes trying to control themselves as your head spun with the truth. “Why?”, you finally asked after some minutes of a deafening silence. “Look at me and say it, Hwiyoung! Why?”, your whole body trembling. He raised his head and talked “Your heart was his, Y/N. It was and it still is. Don’t you see that?”. Now, his eyes were fixed on yours, like looking into your soul. “I don’t... I can’t”, you didn’t even know what else you were talking. “Don’t you love him anymore?, he asked serious this time. “I don’t know, right? I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I don’t know who I am anymore!”, you screamed at the top of your lungs as tears fell down your face again. “If you don’t love him, then kiss me!”, he screamed back and you froze. “What?”, you nervously asked. “Kiss me. If you can’t, then you truly love him”, he replied to your shocked being. “Just try it. Only like this, you’ll know if you love him for real”, he assured you. You nodded unconsciously and cautiously came to Hwiyoung, your bodies getting closer, your faces just inches from each other, your eyes closing slightly. But, suddenly, you stopped, you couldn’t do that. You leaned back swiftly and Hwiyoung just nodded already expected it. You stared at the floor. “Hwiyoung, please… Please, leave me alone. This is so much for me”, you now whispered as he placed a little kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll text you later, okay? Call me anytime if you need”, you didn’t move or talk and he left. Once again that day, you were left alone with your own feelings.

~~~~

Two days had passed and you were going to meet Hwiyoung at a restaurant to clarify some things. “I’m sorry for yelling at you that day”, you sincerely say when you met him. “It’s okay. And I’m sorry for telling the truth like that and for asking for a kiss. I shouldn’t have done that”, he apologized. “No, it’s okay. I would have to know that somehow one day, so… And don’t worry about it”, you answered with a lost look. “Y/N”, Hwiyoung called you. “Did Taeyang contact you?”, he asked carefully, your lost look now sad. “No. He didn’t answer my texts or calls. I guess he really doesn’t want me anymore, right?”, you tried to force a smile, but only tears formed in your eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that, but you shouldn't give up yet. Give yourselves some time and I'm sure everything will be fine", Hwiyoung tried to comfort you and you just hummed in response, but your heart was swallowed in pain.

You both ate quietly and talked a little more about your past, when your phone buzzed - it was Chani calling you. "Hi, Chani!", you answered trying to look happy. "Hey, noonan! Can you come to the address I'm sending you right now?", he replied worried. "I'm with Hwiyoung now. What happened?". Chani sighed on the other side of the call. "That's right he's like this, then…", he mumbled more to himself that for you. "What's wrong, Chani?", you were getting nervous. "Taeyang hyung is drunk and is making a mess on the pub. He's crying and begging for you. Can you come get him or not? I'm losing my patience with him", he answered visibly annoyed. "Oh my God. Okay, I'm coming. Send me the address and wait till I get there", you rushily replied gathering your purse. "What happened?", Hwiyoung asked when he saw your despair. "Taeyang is drunk and needs me right now", your breathless said. "Okay, calm down. I'll take you there", you nodded and you both paid the bill and left the restaurant.

When you arrived at the pub, Chani had finally controlled Taeyang, who was (almost) sleeping on the counter. You approached him and softly touched his shoulder. "Tae, let's go home, huh? It's late and you need to rest", you whispered. "I'm not going anywhere without my girl", he messily murmured as tears were forming in the corner of your eyes. "Tae, it's me. Y/N. I'm your girl", you replied trying to hold back your crying. Taeyang opened his eyes and raised his heard when heard your name. "Y/N? Why are you here? You don't want me anymore. Leave!", he was almost screaming but his eyes were full of despair and tears. "I'm here to take you home, Tae. Please, let me take care of you tonight, huh?", you insisted, your tears starting to fall. Your boyfriend continued protesting and struggling to stay on his feet, but after some minutes you and Chani could finally support him on your shoulders and dragged him for his car. Meanwhile, Hwiyoung observed everything from a distance, going unnoticed when you left.

On the way home, Taeyang fell into a heavy sleep and you and Chani could talk. “Why did you left him? It’s not because of Hwiyoung, is it?”, Chani asked looking at you. “Not exactly. I needed sometime to think and understand what I feel for him. Hwiyoung only was there at the wrong time, I think”, you replied looking away from him. “And did you come to any conclusion now?”, he insisted. “Yes”, you simply answered and faced him. He could read the truth in your eyes and understood you. “I’m glad you already know it, ‘cuz I can’t stand him crying on my ears every time saying he loves you and wants you back”, Chani laughed a little. “Did he tell you that?”, you asked curious. “Of course, every single time since you broke up. He came to my place and cried all day long”, he continued. “Why?”, you wonder. “He loves you, noona. He really loves you. And I think you should tell him the same now that you know how you feel”, he looked at you again waiting for an answer, but you were lost in thoughts, your hands shanking and tears slipping through your face. Then, you stayed quiet till you got your home. Chani helped you to take Taeyang to your apartment and lay him on your bed. “Tell him, noona”, it was his last words before he left you alone with a drunk sleepy Taeyang.

You looked at your worn out boyfriend with guilty eyes, took off his jacket and lay beside him on bed. You snuggled to him and reached out his face with one of your hands, caressing his still wet cheeks and beautiful features. You could feel your heartbeat increased and all the love you’ve felt for him finally showed up, coaxing you to softly kiss his cheek and hold his hand on his chest. “I love you, Tae… I'm sorry for taking so long to realize this”, you whispered. You didn’t know if he heard you or not, but he squeezed your hand a little and let out a small sigh fall from his ips. You smiled a little and got even closer to his body, both of you calm heartbeats lulling you to sleep.

When Taeyang woke up in the morning, the space beside him on bed was empty, but he still could feel your warmth and your sweet scent on your sheets, pillows and on his shirt. A small note was on the blanket next to him and he read your little message: Meet me at the park tonight. I’ll be waiting for you. On the nightstand beside him, there was another note: I made you breakfast - it’s on the kitchen table. Don’t forget to eat it ^.^. He got up and walked to the kitchen where his favorite food was resting. On top of it, there was one more note: I have to resolve some things now. Hope to see you tonight.

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You met Hwiyoung at the park that afternoon, the same place where you had your first flashback. You both walked for a while before you stopped near the little lake. “It was here where I saw you for the first time after the accidente. I mean, on my mind”, you told him and sighed. “And now? Are you feeling something different?”, he asked looking at the water. “No. I just see two friends admiring a lake”, you simply said and he chuckled. “What?”, you asked. “Nothing… What’s the next place you want to take me?”, he inquired. Your next destination was the beach, where you saw him for the second time. “And here? Is something different?”, he wondered. “Yes”, you murmured. “My first kiss with Taeyang after the accident was here, but you appeared on my mind right after it”, you chuckled slightly. “Oh, no. I’m sorry”, he laughed too.

“Hwiyoung”, you called out for him. “Yeah?”. “I understand everything now. I mean, I still don’t know the reason of those flashbacks, but I know it brought you to me one more time, it gave us a second chance…”, you stopped and he hummed for you to continue. “... but also this time it’s Taeyang. As you said, I love him, I always loved him, and he’s my choice now just like he was then”, you stared at him with hopeful eyes as he stayed quiet. “But there’s a difference now”. He looked at you. “What?”. “Taeyang knows you like me, right? That’s right he doesn’t like you either”, you asked. “Yes, I told him before I left. But where’s the difference?”. “The difference is that I know that now too. And it means you don’t have to leave this time”. “I don’t understand, Y/N”. “We finally know what we feel for each other and it’s time for us to learn how to live with that and move on. We still can be friends now that we understand ourselves and we don’t have to say goodbye anymore. You’re my best friend, Hwi, and I love you. Please, stay”, you were looking deeply into his eyes as you can read a sparkling light shining on them. “I’m staying. I promise”, you both smile with his anwer and hugged to seal up your promise.

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Later that day, you were back to the park in front of your home, waiting for Taeyang this time. You hadn’t spoken all day and you were not sure if he would show up. Even so, there was you, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come. One hour has passed. Two hours. And you were still there, already thinking he was mad and didn’t want to see you. You were walking through the park to keep warm when you saw a familiar figure next the lake, looking directly at you. You took some steps in his direction as he did the same in yours. “Tae! I thought you wouldn’t come”, you said when you were close enough from each other. “I wouldn't. But a certain threat told me you were here waiting for hours. And I had to see this beautiful image with my own eyes”, he told you and you both smiled. “I guess we have to thank this great threat, huh?”. “Nah…”, you laughed. “So, why do you bring me here?”, Taeyang asked. “I have something to tell you”, you said - and it took by surprise how confident you were. “Well, tell me then. I’m all ears”. “Can I hold your hands before I talked?”, your words were careful this time, but he nodded and you could feel his warm hands on your again.

You took a deep breath and start. “After all this time, I didn’t remember a single thing about my past, Tae, and it somehow scares me. But now, more than ever, I know I have you by my side. And I’m sorry for not realizing it before, but I do now. Yoo Taeyang, my Tae, I love you. I loved you then, I love you now and I’ll love you forever. So, please, I hope you still want me and still love me, ‘cuz I finally realize I can’t live without you anymore”, you told him with teary eyes and heart beating strong against your chest. Taeyang only stared at you for some moments, processing all what you had said, till he tightens his grasp on your hands and brings them to his chest, where his heart was pounding as hard as yours, and opens the brightest smile you’ve even seen. “I love you too, baby. Then, now and forever”, he finally spoke and pulled you closer to kiss you passionately.

After that, you both went home to cuddle together till sleep in each other’s arms.

~~~~

Y/N never recovered her memory, but she learned how to live the present without fearing the future. She and Hwiyoung remained friends. And Y/N and Taeyang built their family and stayed together till their last breath.

#kpop writings #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 angst #sf9 fluff #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 yoo taeyang

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Black Water Lillies | 2/5

● summary: It was normal for you to chase down a suspect on the night of a stakeout but when you get thrown (quite literally) into something supernatural, you might need a little supernatural partner to help you finish the job.

or; wherein you and Yoongi team up to catch the bad guy.

● pairing: witch!yoongi x detective!reader | ft. Namjoon and Hoseok

● genre: witch au, supernatural au, magic, mystery, fluff

● rating: SFW

● warnings: swearing

● word count: 3.4k

● author’s note: Part 2! Feedback is always welcome, I don’t know how I’m doing so... Or if this is any good. This one’s a bit shorter but I’m planning to finish it until part 4 . Maybe

Part 1

As soon as your day-off kicked in, you thought maybe that’s a good time to buy a new phone. When you asked to borrow Namjoon's extra one, (God only knows how many back up phones he has and needs.) resulted into him being curious as to what happened to your phone because he knows you, your phone lasted for years and you were stubborn to get a new one.

“Who knew that for you to get a new phone is to break it!” Namjoon exclaimed as the pair of you exited the shop, a brand new phone in your hand. You ignored his comment as both of you continued to walk.

“Maybe I should break your car so that you’d buy a new one.” He ponders teasingly which earned him a light smack on the arm from you.

“I would have you know that my car is what took us here and what’s been driving us for the past 5 years. I’ll get a new one once you earned your license.”

“You know I don’t drive for safety and besides your car is bound to expire soon anyway so you have no choice but to replace it.”

“My car is strong, it will live long.”

You were relieved to know that your car refused to start that specific night was because of a certain witch and not because it’s giving up on you already.

“I’m really scared of the day that I would be the one buying you a new car for the sake of you getting rid of that junk,” Namjoon groaned beside you.

“Oh please do!”

“God, you cheapskate!”

In line of your shopping adventure, Namjoon had dragged you to a bookstore to make up for the time you made him wait whilst you bought your new phone.

You know it would take him exactly an hour for him to finish browsing for books so you decided to browse on your own as well. You walked through the aisle of books, scanning the titles and picking up something that would look interesting.

It was when you put down your third book and scanned some more that something did catch your eye fairly well. You breathe in sharply and take the book out of the shelf, the title giving you goosebumps.

“Thought you hated crime fiction?” you hear Namjoon beside you, peering at the book in your hands.

You stared at the book, reading something else besides the title that had caught your eye and it is in fact, a crime novel.

“Oh, I just thought the title was erm.. Nice,” you said half truthful.

“Well, Michel Bussi is a great writer. I have that book, I’ll just lend it to you since I’m sure you won’t buy that,” Namjoon suggested, “I’ll wait for you at the front. I’ll have to pay.”

Namjoon went ahead and walked towards the counter to pay for his books. You bit your lip and went back into staring at the cover of the book, it’s title weighing on you.

“Well aren’t you one for the dramatics.” You hear Yoongi’s voice close to your ear. You whip your head and jump back at his sudden proximity, holding a hand to your chest. The warmth of his breath lingers, giving you unwelcomed goosebumps.

“I hate you.” You wheezed as he found your predicament amusing, giving you the cutest gummy smile you had ever seen. If it weren’t for the fact that this man is a witch, you would’ve believed he was just a normal human being.

A soft looking human and not the intimidating witch you saw at the pier. His black hair was hidden by a grey beanie, and he is wearing something that is the opposite of the fancy get up he wore that night; A white shirt and some dark sweatpants.

He looks like a typical college student that you would definitely have a crush on but you would never admit that to him.

The man did try to scare you when you first met. It has been 4 days since you’ve met, 4 days since you’ve seen him.

“Black Water Lilies.” Yoongi reads the title aloud. There was an edge on Yoongi’s voice but you didn’t notice, still distracted by how good he smells.

With a loud thud you placed it back, hoping you didn’t damage it. You ignored the comment and walked past Yoongi but stopped abruptly to face the witch to ask him, “What are you doing here?”

Your tone wasn't rude, it was dreadful. If Yoongi’s here, does that mean he needs you right now? Has something happened?

He shrugged, “I was just walking around and saw you.”

“And you decided to say hi?” You queried in disbelief.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, pursing his lips making his cheeks look puffy.

A witch walking around wearing normal clothes sounded funny to you. How could he be so mundane and yet not really?

“Anyway, here.” He hands you a ring; a silver signet ring. The dark green stone catches your attention, the red swirls contrasting glows discreetly at the flat surface. Your eyes bulged out at the fancy ring, no doubt magical.

“Yoongi, don’t tell me you're proposing?” you gasped teasingly and picked up the jewelry from his finger eyeing it carefully. “Does this mean I am like you now?”

“You mean make you a witch?” he scoffed at your words, “You need to stop watching tv shows that depict facts unconventionally.”

He grabbed the ring back before placing it on your finger, the fit being perfect, “And I am not proposing, not to a human. This is just a way to contact me and it won’t grant you powers.”

You might’ve looked disappointed because Yoongi was trying not to laugh at your expression.

“Some shows had the facts right,” you mumbled to yourself before stating, ”You don’t use a phone or something?”

Despite looking human, he is clearly not. You really need to filter your thoughts out and be reminded that Yoongi is not of this world, or your world.

“I don’t watch TV and phones are useless to me plus this is way faster.” He holds up his beautiful hand to reveal that he has the exact same ring, except he has a gold band rather than silver. The intricate details that swirls around are much thicker but you recognize the same stone with yours.

You eye him as you try to ignore the uneven thumping of your heart, a teasing smirk playing on your lips, “Are you sure you didn’t just propose to me?”

He rolled his eyes, “Warlocks don’t propose with rings, they propose with-” he stopped before he could tell you, as if he was reminded that he shouldn’t tell you. He cleared his throat and looked away for a bit, a nameless expression taking over his facial features before masking it with something more familiar to you.

He smiled, not quite reaching his eyes, “See you around, human.” He said before walking away.

Well, that came out of nowhere. He’s saying goodbye already.

“Wait!”

He ignored you and continued to walk away. You watched his retreating back as you muttered a goodbye.

He turned halfway with a stupid grin on his face and waved at you, ending your brief meeting. You tell yourself that the next time you meet, you would ask him about his world. Clearly, you need to know more if you were going to solve this case with him.

“Nice ring.”

Namjoon pointed at your jeweled finger as he stands, hovering above your desk. His voice is chipper than usual and you already know what’s up.

You were typing a recent report when Namjoon approached you, a mug of freshly brewed coffee in his hand. The smell of it enough to reawaken your senses made you crave your own dark liquid.

You stopped typing and looked at your finger as if noticing just now that you had been wearing it.

“I am not playing your games,” you deadpanned, glaring at him quickly, “Tell Hoseok he needs to fuck off.”

“What?” He smiled innocently, dimples on display.

Surely they had already made bets as to how you came to work with a fancy looking ring. When Yoongi gave you the ring and placed it in your finger a few days ago, you took it off quickly once he left. You didn’t want Namjoon to suddenly see you wearing a ring. Boy’s a good detective, he would certainly notice.

“You’re too harsh Y/N.” Hoseok joins Namjoon, his gaze zeroed on your outdated looking ring.

“So, did you finally spend money for yourself or are you dating someone?” Hoseok stated, straight to the point. You stood up and tried to sidestep around your friends, their watchful eyes waiting for your answer.

“Which one did you bet on?” You asked Hoseok, raising an eyebrow at him.

“We can’t tell you that,” Namjoon inquired, “You won’t let one of us win then.”

You released an exasperated sigh and continued to walk away, heading towards the break room to fetch yourself a cup of coffee. Ever since the case was removed from your division, everyone got bored. Dealing with more simple cases like stolen cars and mild robberies. Something easy you could solve in a day.

So you probably can’t blame your two friends for pestering you and coming up with ways to entertain themselves. Not like you would hope another murder case would happen just to bring life to your office, your not that sick in the head.

Everyone is bored, except you. You would prefer nothing eventful would happen in your division after that whole witch thing. You were upset at first but after finding out what is really happening, you can’t say that you’re still upset.

“You’re dating someone aren’t you?” Namjoon had followed you inside the break room. You groaned at him, waiting for your coffee to brew, “There is no way you would buy yourself something that fancy.”

“Maybe she changed, Joonie.” Hoseok sat down at one of the chairs, eyes hopeful as he grins wildly.

You let out a huff, “None of you are right. It was given to me but I’m not dating anyone. Now pay me up.”

Both of them groaned like two little kids making you smile. “Bullshit.”

When Namjoon broke out the alarming news, you had just come back from the interrogation room with Hoseok and was not expecting your long legged friend to come striding towards the both of you.

“Woah, what’s gotten you so riled up?” Hoseok asked your fellow colleague who seems to be eager for your attention.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you alone.” There was an edge to his voice and you stared at his urgent, pleading eyes.

“Pfft, ‘Kay, I'll leave you two alone.” Hoseok spoke up beside you before he walked away from the two of you, faking offence when Namjoon merely acknowledged his presence.

Namjoon grabbed your wrist once Hoseok had left your side and led you back towards the interrogation room where you just came from.

“What is it, Joon?” You asked once he had closed the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watch him pace around with both his hands on his hips, head lowered. Okay, now you were getting really worried.

“Namjoon.”

“They caught him.” He said as he looked back up at you. Anticipation written all over his face as he indulges your reaction.

You gasped as the information slowly sinked in. He was talking about the case.

“H-how?”

How indeed, when that person is capable of transporting you into the sea. How did they manage to catch him when Yoongi himself had asked for your help? (simply because of your involvement, but that’s besides the point.)

“I don’t know,” Namjoon frowned, “But he’s caught so I guess we shouldn’t worry about it anymore.”

“Are you sure they got the right person?”

“Y/N,” He warned, “If they say they did then yes, they probably got the right person.”

“But what if-”

“Stop,” Namjoon sighed, blinking slowly, “You need to stop. I told you this just so you could really let it go.” He stated.

You didn’t say anything anymore, the gears on your mind running haywire. It didn’t make any sense. The news didn’t settle right in your bones. Didn't bring you any peace. Maybe that’s because you know, with what he’s capable of, he wouldn’t give up that easily.

Something is wrong and you need to see Yoongi right away.

“Hey! Y/N, wait!” he queries staring at you with worry and confusion as you head towards the door. “Where are you going?”.

You ignored Namjoon and went straight out of the room to summon a certain warlock. You grabbed your coat from your desk and made a beeline towards the exit.

When you stepped out of the station, worrying on how to get a hold of Yoongi seeing as he didn't really give you instruction on how the ring works, you didn’t expect him to be standing right outside the station with his hands in his coat pockets and a passive look on his face.

Apparently, Yoongi can feel whenever you need him. He explained that the ring can sense when you need him urgently.

Understandable, since it is magic after all but the thought of Yoongi sensing when you need him sounds a bit alarming.

“Does that mean you’re just gonna show up whenever I think about you?” You blurted out. Your eyes widened as you looked around, hopefully your little outburst didn’t echo loud enough for people to hear that you were conversing with a witch on a back alley near the station.

He smirked and you regret your words at the sight of the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. “Do you miss me that often?”

You gaped at him, trying to reform your words.

“Don’t worry darling,” he said, the sly smirk not leaving his lips quite soon enough, “Just when you need me.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Yoongi is a witch, who is capable of shit you can’t handle, you might’ve punched his pretty face off just to compensate for your flustered state but you don’t want him throwing hexes at you.

“Forget it,” you gritted, “I didn’t call you to come here just for you to tease me. It’s urgent.”

Yoongi straightened up, his teasing demeanor switching quickly into an attentive one as he waits for you to continue.

“T-they caught him. They caught the suspect.”

Yoongi gave you a perplexed look, “Are you sure?”

“No,” you let out a heavy sigh, your shoulder sagging, “I have to see it for myself.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

Yoongi shrugged, “It’s best to keep it that way.”

“Then how would I know if they really caught him?” you were agitated, “You know what he’s capable of!”

“That’s exactly why,” Yoongi argued, the witch growing frustrated and yet he remained composed unlike you, “I’ll do it in your stead.”

“He’ll be interrogated before he could be brought to court. I can watch on the other side.”

It irks you that Yoongi didn’t explain why he is so against the suspect seeing you. You wanted to ask him about it but somehow the fear of his revelations made your stomach squirm. You can sense it has something to do with you seeing those lilies. What it meant for you to have seen them.

His jaw tensed but you can tell he’s in deep thought, considering your proposition.

“I’ll come with you.” He said.

“That’s not possible.”

His eyes glimmered as he smirked. “Y/n you should know by now that there is no such thing.”

On the other side of the two way mirror sat the suspect. Seeing him in handcuffs didn’t put you at ease, his demeanor is calm and you couldn’t help but feel he chose to be caught. The thought of it made your head run a thousand miles but it all ended up with the same thing - what is his motive?

“Did you kill those girls?” Once again, the agent to whom the ase was transferred questioned the man. They just needed him to confess and yet he was making it difficult by remaining silent.

The only thing that has been calming your nerves was the familiar warmth of the witch behind you. You crane your neck to look at him and yet what greeted you was Namjoon’s face.

When Yoongi suggested turning himself in to looking like your friend you were uncomfortable with the idea.

“It’s just a glamour, Y/N.”

“You knocked out my friend and took his clothes!”

“I needed clothes that fit.” He says nonchalantly. You lost the argument, obviously.

Now your friend is currently snoozing in your car stripped with nothing but his undershirt and boxers.

Though he has Namjoon’s face right now, the expression he wore was still Yoongi’s. When Namjoon has his serious face in, his jaw juts out and he crosses his arms. His height and build looks intimidating enough.

Yoongi still looks like Yoongi with Namjoon's body. His sharp eyes look bored, his lips pouted but you can tell he was attentive.

“Why isn’t he talking?” You said softly to yourself. You felt Yoongi inch closer to you.

Your eyes are still glued to the suspect, knowing the two way mirror is protecting you right now. He looks so normal you almost forgot he was anything but. Not until his eyes connected to yours. All the things that happened at the pier hit you like a train and you were reminded of what he really is.

You took a step back and your back connected at Yoongi’s chest. He grabbed your wrist, the action made you turn to him. The menacing look on Namjoon’s face was unfitting. You had seen Namjoon angry, and it wasn’t anything like this.

You looked back at the suspect, his eyes had never left yours. He can see you and you weren’t surprised that he does.

“I killed those girls.” He says, a mad look crossing his face. He was smiling at you.

“Why?” The person interrogating him continues trying to get his attention.

“For a greater purpose. A gift.”

The room felt like it was closing in on you, his boring eyes making you sick and yet you can’t look away.

“A gift? A gift for whom?”

“Ah, I can’t tell you. But I can assure you it was never completed.” His smile grew and fear crept into you like a cold knife. You tried to focus on Yoongi’s odd warmth but it seems it overpowered that as well.

“So you were planning to kill more innocent people?”

“No. Not innocent,” his smile grew wider, “Chosen.”

His laugh grated your ears and before you knew it you were pulled out of the room, your eyes glued to him as you left. Yoongi’s voice didn’t seem to break you out of your stupor but you hear him trying to get your attention.

You didn’t notice you were starting to have a panic attack when you felt the fresh air of the outdoors greeted you, filling your lungs.

You felt warm hands cup your face, your unfocused eyes suddenly zeroing on Yoongi. The glamour is long gone and you instantly relaxed to see his familiar face.

“Hey.” He says gently, his thumbs caressing your cheek.

“I’m fine.” You lied with bated breath. Your throat was dry and was in need of a good drink. Or a stronger drink in this matter.

He stood up straighter, not letting go of you. Gone was the sharp eyes he made Namjoon wear, replaced with utmost concern as he takes your cold hands in his.

“I can feel your fear, Y/N.”

Yoongi looked apologetic as he tries and envelopes you with his warm aura. It made you relax instantly. It made you think if he was doing something or it was Yoongi’s presence itself that made you feel safe.

“You're safe Y/N,” Yoongi says, “As long as you’re with me.”

You wanted to believe him despite the fact that maybe you shouldn’t but with the way Yoongi stares at you with his dark eyes along with the warmth of his presence that you secretly loved, maybe you did.

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