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"Thank You For Your Service" - Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna
4,341 words.
warnings. nsfw, firemen! toji/sukuna, food-play, oral sex, p in v, mildly dubious con, double penetration, unprotected sex, throat fucking, rough play/sex, praising kink, creampie, degradation/dumbification (slut, whore)
notes. as an owner of your own independent bakery, you deliver your local firemen some sweet treats as a 'thanks' for their service. although a few of the men at the station decide to have a little fun with you. aka toji and sukuna fuck you silly and stuff you with their cum like a profiterole. also this has been in my draft for ages and I wanted to post it before I get back to classes đđ
banner cred. @/yunonoai on twt/ig
After successfully balancing the cash register, you glance over to the clock on the wall that reads sharply, '4:30' in the afternoon.
The rest of the staff, aka the young students you've hired to work in your bakery were long gone, as you had let them off quite early today.
You walked over to the display fridges to see what's remained of the cakes from today. As expected, there were a good few things left such as profiteroles and small dessert cakes.
"Mmm, maybe I should give these to the firemen down at the station."
You smiled as you came up with the sustainable idea to gift the local fire station a box of sweet treats as a thank you for their service. I mean, who wouldn't want free cakes?
You hummed as you tied the pink ribbon over the box. Hopefully you put enough in there, you knew that those working at the fire station were hardworking people, so they needed a lot to refuel.
Glancing to the clock again, only fifteen minutes have passed. You decided it was time to make your way to the fire station. You made sure everything was left prepared for the opening staff tomorrow. Grabbing your coat from the staff room, you took the rest of your belongings, and the nicely wrapped box, making your way to the fire station.
The walk wasn't long, as the station was only located down the avenue. They put the station in a place to make sure it was accessible for everyone. It was convenient for you at this moment too.
Coming to the front of the fire station, you were met with the garage shutters open. You weren't sure if you should just walk in through there, or go around to the visitors entrance. The lights were on though, and you could hear a faint chatter coming from the inside.
Deciding to take a peek, you could see two men sitting in chairs and talking, which you assumed were the firemen on duty today.
You couldnât really make out their faces, but you could tell one had coral hair, the other, a dark black. At the same time, you mentally slapped yourself for freezing in one spot, wondering why you were unable to move.
Your eyes scanned their bodies, the muscular physique they owned had only been complimented by the fitted navy shirt they were wearing. You could tell both had put in the work at the gym. For once, you wished you were in a burning building right now.
Suddenly, the coral haired man looked in your direction, and by now you could make out some strange tattoos on his face. You gasp, startled at the fact he had caught you staring for awhile like some idiot. Curious, the raven haired man turns his head as well, and speaks.
"Well.. what do we have here?" he continued, "You lost, doll?" his voice so deep, it only went straight through your ears, down to your pussy.
By now, you had the attention of the two men, and it sort of felt belittling in a way. Part of you wanted to turn around and leave, as if nothing happened. Or maybe you could act like you walked into the wrong place.
Gulping, you clutched onto the corners of the box out of nervousness. "No.. I work at the local bakery down the block. I came here to uhm...â Your voice trails off, you had forgotten what to say.
The coral haired one butts into the conversation.
"Oh Toji, you've made her all nervous. She's so soft spoken now." He motions his hand for you to come closer, the so called 'Toji' rolling his eyes at what the other had said.
Hesitant, you stepped through the garage entrance, now hearing it close behind you as you walked closer to the two men. I guess thereâs no turning back now..
You still didn't know what the coral haired one was called.
As you finally stood in front of them, they respectfully did the same, standing from the chairs they were just on.
Your stomach churned as you noticed the difference between your heights, the men now towering over you had only made the nauseous feeling worse. It had caused you to look up at them, like some lost puppy. Am I really this sex deprived?
You could have sworn that you felt something purr down there as the so-called Toji crosses his arms, his massive biceps on show. His navy fitted shirt practically sculpted over his muscles.
Begging to get out of this place that made it more difficult to withstand each minute, you spoke first.
âI work at the bakery down the street,â you continued after a breath, â..and I just wanted to give you these goodies as a thank you for your service to this city.â
Wanting to compensate for discomforting you earlier, Toji speaks. âAinât that sweet? Sâkuna, take the box and put it behind me on the table.â
Sukuna, gently takes the box from your grasp. You felt your face warm up as his more bigger, calloused hands made contact with yours. He smiled at you, possibly for a silent thanks. You couldn't help but do the same.
Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you blushed. Flattered that these men were praising you. âOh, itâs nothing really..â you slowly took a step back. âAnyways, I better get going.â
Toji had only kept his eyes on you, as if he were to devour you at any moment. Leaning against the table behind him, Toji didn't dare to look at anything else in the garage. Sukuna was busy on the other hand, toying with the pink ribbon on the box.
â..Leavinâ already? Isn't that a shame, I thought that you yourself came with these desserts.â Toji snickered, looking at Sukuna behind his shoulder for a response.
Your lashes fluttered, in utter shock you were speechless.
Sukuna, could only laugh at Tojiâs cheeky joke that was laced with filth. His own eyes watched you as he sucked the cakeâs cream off his fingertips.
Awkwardly laughing, you brush off what just happened. â..I really.. need to get going. I have a bus to catch.â You lied, thinking that it would be able to get you out of here.
âCâmon, itâs not everyday we get the opportunity to share these cakes with a pretty girl. Right, âkuna?â
âYeah, todayâs our lucky day.â Sukuna hums, his sentence ending with a smirk.
Biting your lip, you thought about it for a moment. I mean, there wouldnât be anything else for you to do as soon as you come home.
You knew you were going to regret this, but part of you wanted to stay. I mean, what could go wrong? âMmm, okay fine, I guess I have a few minutes to spare..â
Toji grins, the scar on his mouth moving with his lips as you walk back closer to the two. "I promise, we'll make the most of it."
He stands back from the table, casually grabbing you by the waist and swiftly setting you atop the table as if you were a doll. You could only hiccup, taken aback by his sudden gesture. You immediately tug down on your skirt due to it rising up just now.
Flustered and warm, you made the sensible decision to take off your coat. Toji only takes it from your possession, setting the coat down on a chair nearby.
Your legs dangled off the edge of the table, slowly swinging back and forth, taking a few breaths to calm your nerves as you watch the menâs next move.
Toji stood in front, facing you, almost between your legs as he reached over to the box of desserts on your right side, grabbing one of the few cream cakes.
Sukuna on the other hand, makes small talk with you. âYou make these yourself, beautiful?â
âOh no, not just by myself. I have a few other staff at my bakery who of course help out.â
He nods slowly in approval, wiping the rest of the ganache off his hands using the pants of his cargo overalls.
You bit your lip, asking a sudden question out of curiosity . âCan I ask, whereâs the rest of your crew?.. Is it just you two?â
Toji, busy taking a bite of the cake rolls his eyes. âThat doesnât matter right now,â the question stays unanswered as he changed topics, âGod, the cream in this- whatever the fuck this is- tastes great. What you call these again?â
"It's called a profiterole," You watched as Toji took a huge bite, licking the cream off the corners of his mouth.
He uses his finger to swipe a small dollop of the cakeâs cream onto his fingertips, bringing it closer to your mouth.
âHere, try it for yourself, Itâs the best thing Iâve had.â
Does he expect me to suck it off his finger just like that..?
You knew better, this man was a stranger. Should you really be going around casually sucking on men's fingers? âOh, I donât know if I should-â
âDonât leave me hanginâ doll! creams gonna slide off my finger..â
You shyly gabbed onto his hand, sucking the cream off his fingertip. Toji would be lying if he said that a tent didnât just form in his cargos. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to come out.
"'Atta girl.." Toji purred as he felt your hot mouth wrap around his finger.
He could only imagine what it would be like if you were to suck your own juices off his fingers after they had just been inside you.
This whole time, Sukuna was quietly watching everything unfold. He could feel a tinge of jealousy wash through him, angered at the fact that Toji was all handsy with you, and poor Sukuna couldnât get a turn.
His index finger left your lips with a pop, his eyes never leaving yours. You heard Sukuna shuffle around with the box, his footsteps coming close to both where you and Toji were.
He gently pushed Toji aside, and unfortunately the raven haired sex fanatic took offense to that, Toji stabbing daggers into the back of Sukuna's head as he replaced his spot.
You shivered as Sukuna slithered his one hand onto your bare leg, the other hand holding another one of the cakes.
"How 'bout you share this one with me? Say ahh.." He brings the cake closer to your face, your face heating up from his hand slowly caressing the velvety skin on your thigh.
You grabbed onto his hand to stop it, "I'm really full, thank you th-"
Sukuna's hand suddenly moved down to your chest, smearing cake all over your blouse. The rest of the cake falling onto your skirt.
You jittered as you felt the cold cream manage to dribble down your sternum behind the fabric, a high pitch gasp escaping your lips out of discomfort.
"Oh my.." he continued with a devilish grin, "My hand slipped."
You gasped, your blouse now all ruined with red velvet cake and buttercream. "It's.. okay.. I'm heading home anyways."
"No, no-â Toji behind him stepped in, "We gotta do something about that."
You tried to reassure them; using your hands as support to try hop off the table, "Guys, I promise it's nothing seriou-" but unfortunately Sukuna grabs the side of your thighs, setting you back on the table.
"Yeah no," thinking, Sukuna crosses his arms. "We gotta take that top off. In fact, take everything off."
Toji smirked, and let out a laugh. "I agree,"
Sukuna's large hands reached for the buttons of your blouse, pulling the top apart, the remaining fragments thrown to the other side of the garage.
The tiny buttons fly everywhere as you wince at the sight that unfolded before your eyes. You were able to see the evident change in the two men's demeanor as their eyes landed on the black lacy bra that was now on show.
"Ah-" Sukuna cooed, "She got some between her tits. Get this girl some tissue."
Toji walked around the garage in search of a tissue roll, and you watched him like a hawk, using your arms to cover your chest. "Can't seem to find any 'round here.."
Unable to form a sentence, you gape your mouth open at Toji, then to Sukuna.
"Well that's too bad.." he reaches for your arms, pulling them apart to expose your cake-stained chest back to him. âI wouldnât mind licking it off.â
âWait- I donât think thatâs-â youâd be lying if you said you didnât want this badly right now.
âShhâŚďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ His hands snake down your chest to your abdomen, gently pushing you to lie against the table.
Your nipples go hard due to the contact of your back with the tableâs cold surface, luckily they werenât able to see that.
You felt as Sukunaâs wet tongue touches your stomach, slowly gliding up towards your cleavage that was stained with cream. You gasp, a breathy moan escaping your lips. That was enough to tell them both that you wanted this as much as they did.
You immediately grab onto his hair, and you could feel the smirk form against your skin.
You heard Tojiâs footsteps come closer to your side of the table, he was suspiciously quiet for the time being.
Sukuna would only look up at you as he licked off the creamy residue all over your chest. The warmth from his tongue was ticklish, but this scene arousing enough to have a pool form between your legs.
âThink we gotta take this tiny skirt off too..â you felt him roughly grab on your skirt to slide it off, but not strong enough to rip it apart.
You could only clamp your thighs together, as the rest of your garments were stripped of you, the outcome being you all flustered that you were so exposed in-front of the two men.
Sukuna uses his hand to force your legs open, his head moving between your legs.
Until you felt another pair of hands clutch onto your panties and- rip!
You shudder as your bare pussy was met with the cold air of the garage, hoping to feel Sukunaâs warm, wet mouth but you were mistaken.
It was more cake.
Toji had smeared a Victoria-sponge dangerously below your lower abdomen.
Toji could only palm himself through his pants as he watches Sukuna devour the cake that was making its way towards your clit.
His tongue made its way to your dripping hole, slowly fucking into you back and forth.
âT-that feels.. so good..â you breathe out, Sukunaâs cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he heard this.
Unable to watch anymore, Toji stops palming himself through his pants. He makes his way to the box of desserts, disassembling a jam donut, scooping the strawberry glaze into his hands.
Horny, and jealousy filling his body like mad, he walks behind the table where your head was almost hanging off.
He eagerly unzips his cargos with an unoccupied hand, grabbing for his cock that has been nothing but a nuisance to him these past few minutes.
Too busy moaning in pleasure, you looked up to Toji, your vision of him upside down as you were laid against the table.
You could only watch as Tojiâs heavy, thick cock slaps against your forehead, his jam covered hand wrapping around the base and making a mess of it on his length.
You felt his hand smear the strawberry residue all over your chest again, which was most likely for Sukuna to be able to lick.
âBetter open wide you slut, or else it wonât fit.â You felt Tojiâs hand grab onto your jaw, forcing mouth to open wider.
You moan as his cock fills your mouth so full, the sweet jam from the donut coating your taste buds. Toji wraps his hands around your neck, his two thumbs caressing your throat as he fucked his cock into it.
He groans, âFuck, just like that..â throbbing as he felt the outline of his cock form against the skin of your throat. Squelching noises could only be heard as he staggeringly rut his hips back and forth.
You could hear Toji grunting above you from the sensation of the vibrations going to straight to his cock as you moaned. You felt Sukuna on the other end lapping at your clit, fucking you with two fingers of his fingers at the same time.
Taking a minute to close your eyes, you indulged in the pleasure you were receiving at both ends. At the same time, you were unable to tell who ripped your bra off you.
Toji pulls his cock away from your throat, leaving you to gasp for air. You shut your eyes tightly, disappointed at the empty feeling you were left with. Warm spit trickled down your face, Toji caressing your cheek but only to slap in after.
Toji doesnât forget to plant a wet kiss on your lips before pulling away. You whimper as he leaves your side, but only this time he starts walking over to Sukunaâs end.
Sukuna pulled away from your dripping holes too, you wince and moan, praying that this isnât the final moment that theyâd have hands on you. You were too scared that the fun was cut short.
Using your elbows to prop yourself up, you watch the two men, speechless. You try to use this opportunity to catch your breath, but your head only falls back down onto the table. You stay sprawled out on the table, looking up at the bright lights of the garage.
âFeel like itâs time to stuff some cock in that pussy, donât cha think?â Toji speaks, voice raspy from groaning.
âI think so too. But Iâm fucking her first,â Sukuna replies.
A disagreeing Toji snaps back. âNah, I want to.â
âArenât you forgetting we can both fuck her at the same time?â Sukuna suggests, your eyes widening at the thought of two men stuffing you full of cock at the same time.
You could almost predict that they could break you into two, and you have no idea how big any of them are yet. You use your elbows to prop yourself up again, your face showing an expression of disbelief. âI- I canât do that.. I donât think I can.â
Of course, they'd hardly take that as an answer. âWeâll see that for ourselves.â
You felt Sukuna grab onto your thighs once more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you towards him. He effortlessly picks you up, carrying you over his shoulder and walking towards what seemed like one of the fire trucks.
You heard a door open, Sukuna placed you onto a longer leather seat that was behind the driver in the truck cab.
Hearing a door open behind you, Toji follows inside, crawling onto the same leather seat. He lays back, hands pumping his cock as he watches you from the other side of the seat.
Dazed, you could only immediately crawl onto Tojiâs lap, straddling him. He grins, his hands squeezing onto the soft skin of your tits and fondling as you waited for Sukuna to join.
Sukuna climbs onto the seat but this time behind you. Toji slightly moves his head to the side, taking a peek at Sukuna. Too bad, Sukuna was already busy fucking your ass with one of his fingers, making sure you were ready to be stuffed of his cock.
Jealous, Toji grips onto the doughy skin on your hips, aligning his tip with your dripping cunt before slowly sliding in.
You let out a long string of moans and curses, as you felt his thick length stretch you out as you sink down onto his cock.
âGod, you feel so good around my cock. âS like your pussyâs made for it.â
Hearing a zip behind you, you disregarded it, as you were still trying to adjust to Tojiâs size. This was cut short as you were caught by surprise by Sukuna filling you up with his own cock, this time in your ass. He was thick, but not thick as Toji. Although the length made up for it, you would think that he was all the way in but in reality it was only half.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as both of their cocks were stuffed deeply in both of your holes.
Your hands clutched onto the fabric of Tojiâs compression shirt, wrinkling it all together.
Toji placed his soles flat onto the seat, using this support to harshly thrust into you upwards more faster than before as Sukuna behind staggered into you at a more slowed pace. Although he wanted you bad, he made sure to be gentle. He just wanted to indulge every inch of you.
Toji on the other hand, bottomed into you balls deep, his thumb cheekily creeping over to your clit, rubbing in continuous circles as they both fucked into you.
âFucking slut,â Sukuna spits out, voice shaky as the plush flesh of your ass only clenched around him. âBoth holes stuffed full of menâs cocks who you donât know?â
Sukuna reached for your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you back against his chest.
You whimpered, snaking one of your hands behind to his nape. Sukuna leaned in for a kiss, only to pepper more down your neck to your collarbone.
Toji kept his pace, which as quite impressive. You moaned back into Sukunaâs cheek, feeling a knot twist and form in the pit of your stomach.
âI-Itâs too much- I canâtâŚâ Your hand leaves the back of his neck, moving up higher to clutch on his coral hair as the immense pleasure had only washed through you.
Toji below you speaks, âYou think we should let her cum?â
Slapping your face as he started to slow down, he could see you were drunk of their cocks. Fortunately, Sukuna was unable to see this as he was busy behind.
Toji thrusted into you balls deep each time in a consecutive pattern, bullying your cervix as your body jolted up and down along with your tits.
Sukuna moved his hands back down, away from your hair to be able to spread your cheeks apart. Groaning as he watched his cock slip in and out of your ass, he makes a decision. âFuck, I think so. Sheâs been such a good girl this whole time.â
Toji grins, his hand moving to your cheek but this time roughly caressing your lip with his thumb. âYou hear that doll? He says you were such a good girl.â
You were unable to form a sentence, your brains were fucked out at this point and Toji, wasnât happy with this.
âFucking answer me you whore,â surprised, you came back to your senses as Toji slapped your cheek harshly, leaving a red mark on your face.
â..Please, let me cum..â you hiccuped, âI canât take it anymore.â
You watched Toji flash his same old devilish smile through your tear filled eyes, both of their paces picking up again.
Your moans turned shaky, the slapping of balls against your skin and wet noises filling the taxi cab.
Toji went back to lazily rubbing circles on your clit as both of them fucked you, making sure that you would cum on time with them.
This time, Sukunaâs hand wrapped around your throat, bringing your ear close to his mouth. âYou want us to breed you? Is that what you want?â
Lost in a trance, you just went with whatever. You didnât care anymore, you just wanted to be stuffed full of them forever.
You could only nod, but Sukuna couldnât take it as an answer.
âUse your words baby, tell me what you want.â His warm breath tickled your ear, Tojiâs thrusting making it difficult for you to speak.
You held onto Sukunaâs wrist around your throat, âI want.. both of your cum.. in me..â
Although your hand fell back onto Tojiâs shirt as Sukuna gently pushed you back down. You sighed out loud, sobbing quietly as you felt his cock slide out of you.
Tojiâs deep thrusts were the only thing you could feel, âFuck, Iâm coming.â He grunted beneath you, until you felt Sukunaâs cock entering the same hole Toji was in.
As you moaned out louder than before, the pleasure too hard to bear. You could feel yourself turning into jelly, your hands wrinkling the fabric of Tojiâs shirt once again.
Your voice strained as you felt both of their cocks shoot warm, ropes of cum into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, your chest heaving as Tojiâs grip on your waist remained, but Sukunaâs hands slowly lost grip on your hair.
Both of them filled up your hole with seed to the point that it leaked out of you in no time.
Your eyes completely rolled back for tenth time this hour, feeling them both twitch inside of you, the white fluid leaking onto the black leather seats of the truck cab.
Sukuna leaves your hole first, moaning at sight of the generous amounts of cum that dripped down his length to his shaft as he slid out.
Followed by Toji, you could feel his cock slip out too, until his finger made its way back inside, making sure to fuck the escaping load back into you.
Both of them had left their mark in you, stretching you out so fully that no cock in the future can impress you but theirs.
You felt like a total cock sleeve, and your body yearned for more. But honestly, it felt like you were gonna break apart. So maybe next time.
All three of you stayed in the same spots, the windows were now fogged up to the point the entire truck cab smelled of sex.
âI can definitely point out one thing you and âem profiteroles have in common.â
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Year 3:
Now that I think about it, football has been a constant in my life for five years now. Iâm not sure if I enjoy football anymore; it used to be about the fun we have passing the ball, now itâs all about the stats or the perfect form.Â
I stood up from the bleachers to hand Brad his towel.
âIâm going to leave the team, Brad,â I said.
âWhat? Where did this come from?â He said frantically.
âEveryone knows Iâm still on the team because youâre the teamâs captain now,â I said.
âI donât want to cause tension between you and Coach. Thereâs nothing I could do wobbling around the field anyway,â I added.
âDude, you know I started playing football because of you, right?â Brad said.
âBradley, relax. Iâm not dead. You can come over to my house whenever you want.â I said.
âTheo can make you some lemon pudding cakes if you want to come,â hopefully this will calm him.
âFine. Just so you know, Iâm not happy about this,â he said, sounding like a brat.
âOkay, got it. Have fun at the party,â I chuckled.
âI wonât. Iâm going to make the DJ play Lana Del Rey,â he said before entering the locker room.
There might be an oversight of me quitting football.
Itâs literally the reason why I quit. I donât know why it never crossed my mind.
How the fuck am I going to lose weight now?
âMaybe I wouldâve thought it if the word, âexerciseâ was anywhere on my to-do list this past year,â the voice from the back of my head said.
Shut up, rational thought. I was just a little too cocky, thatâs all.
My mind spins around the paths I could take to shed the fat.
Back to the gym for the bodybuilders to laugh at me jiggling like a puddle of slime on the treadmill.
No. Hard no.
Stop eating whatever Theo puts in front of my face.
Productive, but Iâd rather die than miss out on the joy of the world.
Post my weight loss journey edits on social media, reminiscing on my rock-hard abs like a depressed, fat person.
No? No, actually it might just work.
My thumbs got to work. It took me an hour to choose a profile picture that represents me. I could go for a vacation photo by the beach, or the classic black and white moody gym pic. Except, I donât have a picture of myself on my phone, so I chose the picture of an orange cat eating a banana.
With my camera set up, in my favourite green tank top. I pressed record.
It was an embarrassing experience editing myself, watching my belly sway every time I made a movement. In the end, I closed my eyes and uploaded the video.
âOh! First comment already.â I said.
âLook at those milkers spilling out the tanks!â
3. Post my weight loss journey edits on social media, reminiscing on my rock-hard abs like a depressed, fat person.
The following weeks consisted of me eating my feelings. At least half of my classes are online this semester. I can be embarrassed in peace.
The pounds kept creeping up with each spoon of ice cream down my throat. In the blink of an eye, I am dangerously close to 300 pounds.
I finally worked up the courage to ask during a normal family dinner.
âHoney, what happened? Youâre not eating as fast as usual. Is Theo not cooking enough?â Mom asked.
âNo, Mom, I justâŚI just hope you guys can ease up with your little cooking competitions.â
âOh honey, you know Theo and I will stop with the food whenever you ask.â Mom tries to reassure me.
âNo! Obviously donât stop the food. Itâs just that Iâve been blowing up like a pig and I donât know what to do about it.â I said.
âI didnât know you were sad about it. I just want my family to be happy, you look the happiest when you eat,â Mom said
âIt wouldnât have helped when you guys lost for the past two years,â Mom added.
âWell, Dad likes to eat better, and no one eats like him,â I replied.Â
âIâm sure my cooking was the reason we won. David is a gym teacher, he walks off the food easily,â Mom said.
âTheo is a professional though, no offence but no one on the planet cooks like him. Iâm sure football was the reason we lost,â I said, trying to talk some sense into her.
Theo stares at us with wide eyes.
âJacob, Iâm sure you didnât mean it,â Mom said with a blank face.
âYou know what? Keep doing your competition, this time again next year weâll see whoâs the winner,â I said.
I am clearly a failure at losing weight. The only thing Iâm good at is eating. If Iâm going to gain weight anyway, Iâm going to go all out and win this shit once and for all. Once this is settled, I can get back to normal. Not wanting to disappoint Theo when we lose again was probably the thing holding me back. I canât wait to eat all the delicious things Theo is- I canât wait for this to be over.
âAlright, Jay,â she turned to Theo and said.
âTheo, my boy. Iâm looking forward to seeing the results next year,â Mom said with a determined smile.
Everyone knows not to mess with Mom when she has that look. Even then, I feel like we could still win. Theoâs food is hypnotic already when I am restrained; imagine what it will do to me when Iâm going all out.
âWhatâs going on again?â Dad asked with cheeks full of pasta.
âDonât worry baby, you just need to eat a little more next year,â Mom answered.
âOkay, as long as I get my lasagnas,â Dad said.
Later at night, struggling to sleep, I contemplated on the bad decisions Iâve made. This one might take the crown to be the stupidest thing Iâve done. Yet, I donât regret it.
âYou didnât have to stand up for me,â Theo said.
âItâs the least I can do when you wake up early to prep for my food, or go off on the weekends for groceries when you couldâve been doing anything else,â I explained.
âThank you so much, Jay. You donât know how much this means to me. My family wanted me to do anything other than cooking, but you guys have been nothing but supportive,â he said.
I smiled at the ceiling. The gremlin is nicer than I remember.
âNow, I wonât allow you to slack anymore with the amount youâre eating. Not until the competition ends.â
Huh?
Theo had stuck to his word and increased the amount he was cooking. I am now eating the amount of three people in each spread-out meal, still lacking behind Dadâs impressive five personâs amount per meal. So I have been playing catch up with him this entire month.
I realized quickly that I had underestimated the gap between Dad and my appetite. In the last few years, for the most part, I have been eating whatever I want, leaving the rest to Dad. With the exception of eating for the team once a week, I have been slacking. That was quite a hard pill to swallow. Iâm 300 pounds, yet not doing a good job as a fatass. How is that possible?
So far I have gained about 23 pounds in the past two months. Normally, I would freak out and have a breakdown in bed because Iâve gained more than my freshman year in two months. Right now with my messed up head, all I can think about is how far I am behind. If we lose this again, it would be once and for all, and I would never let myself live this down. Theo deserves better with how good heâs been treating me.
With my new bulk, the stairs have been an increasing challenge. So, a few weeks ago I moved downstairs to a tiny guest room that was converted to a storage room.
The moment I moved down, I could hear Theoâs voice yelling, âYes, Finally! Goodbye insomnia,â In my old bedroom. Before, I wouldâve yelled for the brat to shut up. Now, with my stomach full. I just wanted a nap in peace.
It took me no time to adjust to the new arrangement. With more time home from all the online classes, I get to be as lazy as I want. Dad has a similar arrangement at home. He retired from being a high school gym teacher and football coach, now he tutors history at home. He also abandoned his hobby of brewing in order to laze on the sofa all day.
On weekdays, Theo would leave an abundance of food for me to consume with a list of how I should eat them to expand my capacity. The weekends are like heaven. From the moment I woke up, Theo would prepare delicious appetizers and pancakes for me. From then on, I would have a constant stream of food flowing into my mouth every thirty minutes. Sometimes, I would move my hands and my mouth would start to chew unconsciously. Alarming, but helpful.Â
My belly started to expand outwards on my lap each day as I sat in front of the computer. The arm rest would feel more snug when I move around.
I have now discovered the perks of being a fatass. I can explore things I never had time to do, like the anime Brad has been begging me to watch, games I always wanted to play. Best of all is to experience all of these without moving an inch. These are the things I would definitely look back on with fondness when the competition ends.
***
Today is my rare outing of the month; the bus is late again but I donât blame them this time. The downpour of rain is gathering at the clogged sewer, creating a puddle. People are supposed to grow out of stepping in puddles when theyâre kids. These undeveloped assholes apparently didnât. Several cars saw the puddle and decided to splash it straight to my face.
Itâs fine. Itâs all fine. I will feel better later.
I walked a small trail after getting off the bus.
Great. The angels decide to stop peeing from the heavens when Iâm about to get inside.
Dad is buying a new SUV, maybe I can drive it next time. Itâs too big to sneak off though.
I thought as I skipped through the stone pathway. The usual grass is covered by the water, creating a small pond.
âAnnyeonghaseyo,â I said to the door cam.
After pressing the doorbell several times, it replied.
"ěë
, fuck boy. Back so soon?" Number Seven said.
âYeah, yeah. Just open the damn door,â I said, trying to hurry the fucker.
Number Sevenâs face appears in front of me.
âYouâre soaked! Come on in,â he said.
His house appears to be orderly. Clean. He mustâve had another fatass here not long ago.
âWoah, you lookâWait, let me guess. Another fifteen pounds since last time?â He asked.
âCome on, letâs cut to the chase. I really need it right now,â I urged.
âHahaha, not even a shower. Desperate much?â He said.
I walked inside his bedroom, dimmed the lights and took off my shirt.
He walked towards me. Grabbing me by the belly hang in one hand, he pulls down my underwear, causing my ass to vibrate.
âFuuuuck, can you take it out first?â I asked, trying not to moan.
âSure, you think youâre ready for me today?â He asked.
âYeah, I think so,â I answered.Â
He slid his hand behind, right down my ass crack and slowly pulled the vibrator off. I applied it before leaving home, without accounting for the possibility of the bus delay.
âMmmmph, fuck,â I groaned.
Iâve been training towards today for a while. In the beginning, I would come to his house and he would suck me off. If Iâm feeling experimental, I would suck him off. It stayed like that for about a year and he never complained. Then I asked him for more. He would start fucking me between my moobs or between my ass but never enter. One day, I told him I was ready for him to start fucking me.
Big mistake.
Heâs a manwhore for a reason. I didnât think an 8-inch would be so hard to take. How the girls and twinks take them in porn is beyond me. It was painful when he entered, even when he said he had âloosened my holeâ with his fingers. I shouldnât have believed him, the fucking thing was massive.
After the incident, he gave me small dildos and vibrators to get used to it. We eventually worked our way up the scale until the one heâs holding now. Why did I do all this work to have a menâs dick in my ass? Who knows. I have already accepted that Iâve lost it.
He sucked on my nipple suddenly. The sensation took me by surprise.
âDude, some warnings please,â I asked.
âYeah, sorry. Those tits are just so plumped. Your nipples have grown larger than my thumbs now,â he said, about to continue.
âOKAY, I get it. Can you get to work now?â I asked.
My boobs are what everyone thinks about when they see me these days. Iâm sick of it.
âHahahaha, canât wait to be fucked, my pig?â He said before pushing me down the mattress.
I held my belly to stop it from jiggling.Â
He raised one of my legs and opened the bottle of lube with his teeth.
âThereâs something by the pillow. Put it in your mouth. It will distract you and dull the initial pain,â Number Seven instructed.
I reached out to grab aâfrosted pound cake?
Iâve never seen people doing this in porn, but Iâm smart enough to know not everything in porn is real.Â
With my mouth full of cake, I spread out my legs, trying to relax so I donât end up like last time.
He pushed two fingers in, slowly massaging me, then three fingers to stretch my hole. When the frosting melted in my mouth and I finished the chunk of the cake, he signalled me that he was done.
Another piece of the pound cake fills my mouth when he aligns his cock to my hole. He was right, I was fully consumed by the sweetness to notice any discomfort. I quickly swallowed the cake so he could proceed.Â
It was unbearably slow as he entered. I donât understand what all the fuss is about with people bottoming.
He kept asking for reassurance. At this point I just want him to stâ
âA-ahhhh oh shiiit!â I moaned.
âFuuuuuck, what the hell was that?â I screamed.
I must have been too loud and spooked him.
âAre you alright? Sh-should I call an ambulance?â He asked.
âNo! Donât stop, please,â I begged
âOkay, just so you know, Iâm not all the way in,â He said.
How? This is already longer than any toys Iâve put in there.
âGnghhhhh~â I moaned as he thrusts all the way to the bottom.
He kept a steady pace all the way in then almost all the way out, leaving me feeling empty.
âHurry! Faster,â I asked, almost in tears.
He looked at me with a devious smile and thrust right into the spot.
âMphn- Yes! Keep going,â I urged.
Every small movement rubbing my G-spot feels like masturbating for hours without release.
He thrusts quicker with more force, causing my belly and moobs to shake violently.Â
I try to stabilize my belly with my hand before trying to reach my throbbing cock.
âHelp, I-aghh fuck, I need to touch my dick,â I asked.
âLet go of your belly, fat boy. Or Iâll stop,â He said.
Immediately, my belly returned to wobble violently.
âI canât believe you turned into such a pathetic horny mess in such a short time,â He said.
âCome on, Seven. I just need you to hit that spot. Please, Iâll do anything!â I begged.
He keeps deliberately missing it. I need to be fucked there!
âKeep your hands on your nipples,â he ordered.
The over-sensitive nipples drive my weeping cock into a frenzy.
Fuck, I need to touch my cock right now. If only my fucking belly is not on the way.
âYou know, when I first saw you, I thought you were the kind of jock to gain a beer belly in college, and not get fat until you turn thirty,â he said, before ramming straight into my prostate.
âFuuuuck yeahhh,â I said unintelligently.Â
âYou are much more of a pig than I realized,â he said, thrusting straight into it again.
âHelll yeahhh,â I said, trying to rob my ass to his dick.
âHow do you feel seeing your bubble butt balloons four times the original size?â He asked, followed by another thrust.Â
âI fucking love it! I love how it wobbles around whenever I walk!â I said, moving my jiggling ass back to his dick again.
âHow do you feel seeing your abs growing before your eyes, knowing you could stop it if you just stop eating?âAnother thrust.
âI canât help it! I love eating too much!â Maybe I am meant to be a fat ass.
âRight answer. Now youâll get your reward,â he said and sped up, hitting the spot perfectly every time.
I imagine his face to be someone else, someone far from my league.
My cock rubbed against my sensitive underbelly, and I shot out jets of cum for what felt like forever.
As white clouded my vision, a euphoric relief spread over my body, melting me into the mattress.
âYou passing out again, fuck boy?â Seven asked.
âNo, just enjoying the bliss. I canât believe so many men in the world are missing out on this,â My hole already feels empty. How am I going to go back from this?
âAww man, Iâm all sticky and shit,â I examined my body, cum shots and rain definitely donât mix well together. Some of them even got between the fat folds. I swipe my finger in between the fat. âOof, I stink too.â
Seven looked at me and signed. âYouâre somehow still a stupid jock inside.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â I asked.
âI got you the fast food you asked for,â he said.
âYes!â I rushed to the kitchen.
Ignoring his stupid laugh, I microwaved the burger and fries.
The breeze of the air conditioning reminds me of something.
âShit, I ran out here naked.â
When I ran back, he had already put my clothes in the dryer, and I got into the shower.
When I got out, Seven brought me an old shirt I left here. It fits me like a glove with half my belly exposed. He stopped laughing when I was about to throw myself on him, then brought out a shirt with the Flashâs symbol on. Probably from another fat ass he fucks. The shirt still looks painted on, revealing the shape of my nipple and the dent of my belly button. At least heâs driving me home.
***
Staying at home has been a life-altering experience.Â
The only time I ever move is going out of the bed to the desk, or to the bathroom. All I have to do is sit back, relax, and eat some fried food.Â
With more time with myself. Iâve realized how much I dislike all the people in school that only approached me because I was one of the football jocks. I couldâve been anyone. Now, I am me. Not a worry about whether or not Iâm muscular enough like other jocks, just a bigger Jay.
Sitting beside me, Dad scratched his belly and released a belch without a care in the world. He has adapted to fat guy mannerisms quickly. Iâm catching up too. Today is movie night, usually we have pizzas and beers. We started this when the football season came, he asked to skip it. It was the first time weâve skipped watching a Super Bowl season. I guess Iâm not the only one losing interest in the sport. We decided to watch the Lin-Manuel Miranda Monkey movie instead.
Being on the couch with Dad made me realize I was getting closer to my goal. I canât wait to see the results.
***
âHell yeah, my man, you can do it!â Brad said, slapping my shoulder.
âWhat are you doing here?â I asked
âYou said I can come in whenever I like,â he replied.
Heâs been breaking into my house for no reason, just to stay on the second floor the entire time doing god knows what.
âIâve brought some beef jerky here to celebrate,â Brad said. Â
The scale has been set up, weâre only waiting on Mom. Theyâre doing some last minute catch up; mom is using a funnel to pour some milkshake in him. I am not concerned though, sticking to Theoâs strict diet every day has not been easy. I have to eat until my stomach is fully bloated. Every morning, I watch my belly deflate a little less, every evening, it bloats even further.Â
âDonât worry, Jay. Weâve got this,â Theo assured me.
âBy the way, what are we doing again?â Brad asked.
Dad came out, looking absolutely massive. With Mom on his side, he stepped on the scale.
The numbers keep going up and don't seem to be stopping.
300-350-392-400-443
Holy shit, Dad gained a hundred and forty pounds this year.Â
With more uncertainty, I took my step on the scale.
âWoo-Hoo, Jay man, you got this!â Brad shouted quietly.
I try to look under to see the number, but my belly is too big for me to see the scale.
Theo stepped closer and read.Â
âFour Hundred and fifty yes!â Theo cheered.
âI won? Yes, finally!â I said and did a little jump.
The scale made a âPopâ noise.
âOh! Sorry, Mom. I know this is really expensive.â
âDonât worry, sweetie. We need to upgrade anyway,â Mom said, then she walked towards Theo.
âCongratulations Theo, you made me pull out every trick in my book. Itâs so nice seeing you improve so much in front of my eyes, in terms, you pushed me to improve too,â Mom said, then hugged Theo.
âI canât believe my boy is bigger than me now. Excellent work, Jay!â Dad said and hugged me, too.
Last time I was bigger than Dad I had sculpted abs, the body I dreamed of. This time, Iâm almost three times the size as I was, fully covered with fat. Yet, I feel less empty inside.
âThank you Dad,â I said, hugging him back.Â
After all this time, I finally have a body I like being in. The belly doesn't look so wrong on me anymore.
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Pairing: Lee Know x Reader
Genre: Brothers Bestfriend
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âDumb enough to do what, exactly?â You ask Jisung, eyes darting between him and Minho.
âFuck around, get to together.. you know, anything like that.â Jisung chuckles.
âWould that really be so bad?â Minho asks, locking eyes with you as Jisung looks down at his food, that was your food, and laughs.
âIt would be hell on earth.â He yells. âMy little sister and my best friend? Ew, never happening.â
âDon't worry man, I would never go for Y/N. She's not even my type.â Minho laughs.
You glance at Minho, who is now avoiding eye contact.
âBut you can go after my best friend?â You scoff, pushing his shoulder a little.
âWhat?â He asks. âWhen did I go after Hyunjin?â
You roll your eyes at him. âNot Hyunjin, Jisoo you moron!â
âShe's hot.â Jisung laughs, looking at Minho. âAnd judging by his face, he thinks so too.â
âAh, um, no, I don't.â Minho says. âI really don't.â
âIt's okay, her and I are just a casual hookup thing, I can set you up with her.â Jisung offer.
âSince when are you a casual hook up thing with her?â You ask.
âSince last night.â Jisung explains, with a giant smile on his face. âSo, you wanna get set up?â He asks Minho, wiggling his eyebrows.
âI don't need your help with women. I'm perfectly capable of getting them on my own.â Minho laughs.
âI'm gonna set you up anyway!â Jisuung yells, excitedly. âMinho and Jisoo!â
You look at Minho, you're not even sure with what kind of expression.
âAs fun as this has been, I have to go get ready for class. Both of you, goodluck with the whole Jisoo thing.â You say, forcing a smile as you walk past both of them.
âWhat's up her ass?â Jisung laughs as you walk out of the room.
You hated him so much sometimes. As you're gathering your bag and books there's a knock at your door.
âGo away.â You yell, grabbing your phone off your bed.
âOpen the door.â You hear. You rolled your eyes, you had no choice, you had to leave anyway. You pull the door open, seeing Minho standing there, looking guilty. âWhat?â
âListen.â Minho starts.
âDon't.â You say, putting up your hand. âWhatever happened was a drunk thing, I'm not even your type so don't worry about it.â You finish, moving past him, heading downstairs and out the front door.
âGuys fucking suck.â You scoff, sliding into the seat next to Hyunjin.
âGood afternoon to you too.â He chuckles, running his hands through his hair.
âI'm sorry, not you. Just a select few.â You sigh.
âYour brother?â He asks, glancing at you.
âHe's one, yes. He hooked up with Jisoo.â You shiver, the thought makes you nauseous.
âYeah, unfortunately I saw that.â Hyunjin sighs. âI had nightmares last night from it. Also, where did you disappear too? You said you were getting a drink and never came back.â He pouts.
âAh, I got pulled into the hallway by one of Jisung's friends apparently. Changbin.â You explain, opening your text book.
âThat creepy fuck?â He almost yells. âStay away from him.â
âThat's the plan.â You smile as your professor walks into the room. Hyunjin leans over, his lips brushing your ear. âDo you wanna get a drink after this?â He asks.
You smile at him and nod your head. Hopefully you'll be able to make it through this class. At the end of the lecture, your head was pounding. You were exhausted and confused by the entire lesson plan. You swore you had no fucking clue what your teacher was talking about in almost any of the class.
âDrink?â Hyunjin asks. You desperately nod your head as he links arms with you, heading to your favorite pub. You know those people who say they're going to only have one drink, and end up having multiple? Yeah that was you and Hyunjin. One turned to two, which turned to three, and four and so on. By your 6th drink you were hiccuping and slurring your words.
âLet's get you out of here.â Hyunjin laughs, pulling your arm.
âI don't wanna go hooooomeeee.â You whine. âStupid Minho is there.â
âWhat'd he do?â Hyunjin asks, holding your shoulder as he guides you out of the pub.
âI'm not his tyyyypee.â You exaggerate.
âBut you're everyone's type.â Hyunjin scoffs. âEspecially mine.â
âNo..â you hiccup. âNo No don't do that.â
âDo what?â He asks. He leans his face close to yours, and you're uncomfortable. You can feel in your pocket, your phone vibrating. You grab it, fumbling to answer the call, not even reading who was calling.
âHellooooo?â You answer, moving away from Hyunjin's close face.
âWhere are you?â
âMinho?â You ask.
âYes, Y/N, Where are you?â He asks again.
âWhy do you even care?â You wonder.
âY/N. Please, just tell me.â He sighs.
âI got a drink with Hyunjinnie.â you giggle. âThat turned into 6.. I think he's trying to kiss me.â You whisper.
âAt the pub by school?â He asks.
âYeah, we left. He's walking me home.â
âStay there.â He deadpans. âI'm on my way.â
You wanted to tell him no but the line went dead. You slipped your phone back in your pocket as Hyunjin walked over to you. âWho was that?â
âMinho.â You slur. âHe told me to wait here.â You sigh, rolling your eyes.
âI'm more than capable of taking you home, you know.â He whines. You look at him, he looks annoyed.
âYeah, I know.â You smile. âI didn't ask him to come.â You chuckle.
âDoesn't matter. Why does he have to come? Why can't I just have some time with you. And why are you okay with him coming!? I thought you didn't like him.â He huffs.
âIt's complicated Hyunjin..â you sigh. This sudden serious talk was beginning to sober you up and you didn't like it.
âComplicated how?â He asks. You grab the sleeve of his arm, dragging him back towards the bar.
âMore drinks.â You huff, Hyunjin in tow. Hyunjin chuckles from behind you, as the two of you enter the bar. You wanted to see how many shots you were able to do before Minho busted through the door.
It ended up only being two. The front door of the pub swings open, a huffing Minho walks in, looking around the bar for you. You tried to duck behind Hyunjin, but drunk you weren't the best at hiding.
âMinho.â Hyunjin says, placing his hand on Minho's chest to stop him. âShe's fine with me. You can go.â He finishes.
Minho looks down at Hyunjins hand, swatting it off of him. âShe's fine with you, huh?â He laughs. âAfter you tried to kiss her?â Hyunjin doesn't say anything. âYeah, that's what I thought. Y/N, let's go. I told Jisung I'd bring you home.â
âSo you're not here because you want to be.â You sigh, standing up. âJisung sent you?â
âYeah.â Minho responds, avoiding your eyes. You scoff, pushing past him and Hyunjin, towards the front door.
Minho follows closely behind you as you walk out the door. âI'm parked right there.â He says, pointing to his car.
You huff as you walk towards it, climbing in the back seat. Minho climbs into The driver's seat, turning around to look at you. âWhy are you back there?â He asks.
âIt's much safer back here.â You say, crossing your arms.
âSafer from what?â He asks, starting the car.
âSafer from you. You can't kiss me back here and then tell people I'm not your type.â You yell.
âY/N.. that's not..â he starts.
âDon't wanna hear it.â You yell, cutting him off. He sighs as he starts to drive towards your house. The rest of the ride goes by in silence. You walk in the door first, Jisung tries to greet you but instead you walk straight up the stairs and head towards your room, changing into some shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. You glance at the clock, it was only 10pm, and Jisung had already forced you to go home. It wasn't even that late, you were an adult, so why were you listening to them? You pulled out your phone to send a text to Jisoo, seeing what she was doing.
[To: Jisooooo] 10:02pm: What are you doing rn?
[From: Jisooooo] 10:05pm: Party at the EXO house. Come!!
You smile at your phone as you crawl out of bed and head to your closet. You slip on a dress, quickly doing some makeup and your hair. You grab a pair of shoes. You open your bedroom door, peeking out into the hallway, not seeing anyone you quietly head down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as you possibly can. You peek around the corner, seeing Minho and Jisung watching something on the couch. You tiptoe by, opening the front door, and of course it squeaks.
âY/N?â Jisung yells. You pull the door open as fast as you can, not bothering to shut it and you bolt from the house. You look behind you, seeing Jisung's shadow in the door frame as you take off.
Once you feel like you're far enough, you slow down, put on your shoes and call an Uber, which comes quickly, taking you to the lively house.
Jisoo came outside as soon as you texted that you had shown up. She pulls you into the house, heading straight for the drinks, which were surrounded by so many attractive men.
âY/N, this is Kai, Sehun, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo.â She says, introducing you. You smile and wave at them all, but one in particular cannot take his eyes off of you.
The seven of you stand around taking shots, talking and laughing for a few minutes, until Kai holds his hand out to you. âWanna dance?â He asks, with a gorgeous smile. You take his hand, smiling back at him before he drags you to the living room.
You're hot as you dance in the crowd of people, Kaiâs hands roaming your body as the two of you danced close to each other. His eyes remain on you and yours on his, you are completely oblivious to anything else going on, until Kai is ripped away from you. You look over in shock to see Minho standing there. He walks closer to you, you back up until you can't anymore. His chest pressed against yours as he stared at you.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, cocking his head to the side.
âDancing. What does it look like?â You ask.
Minho is pulled away from you. You see Kai standing there, the collar of Minho's shirt crumpled up in Kai's fists.
âWhat the fuck, man?â Kai yells, shoving Minho back. âY/N, Do you know this dude?â He asks.
You sigh, running your hand over your face. âHe's my brother's friend.â You say. Kai nods his head, walking away, but keeping a close eye on Minho. You grab Minho's wrist, pulling him outside the house.
âWhat are you doing here!?â You ask.
He chuckles a humorless laugh. âWhy are you trying to make me jealous?â He asks, walking closer to you, moving his face closer to yours.
âWhy are you jealous? I'm not your..â you say before he cuts you off.
âCut the shit.â He breathes, crashing his lips onto yours. His hand presses against the back of your head, pushing into the kiss harder. His lips move against yours as his tongue slides into your mouth, swirling around your own. You wrap your arms around him, bringing your bodies closer together. The sound of someone yelling causes the two of you to break the kiss. Minho pulls you to his car, opening the passenger door for you before moving around to the driver's side. He speeds off, turning down random streets until you hit one that's fully dark. His hand held onto your thigh the entire time, slowly sliding up with each turn.
He puts the car in park, sliding his seat back. You reach over, unbuttoning his pants as he kisses you again, this time with more desperation and neediness. His hands roam your body as he pulls you closer to him and onto him, straddling him. He pulls his cock out before moving your panties to the side. Just as you begin to lower yourself onto him, his phone rings. He grabs it from the cup holder, groaning as Jisung's name flashes across the screen.
âDon't answer.â You breathe, desperate to feel his cock inside you.
He swipes to answer. âYeah?â
âDid you find her?â Jisung asks. You smirk as you lower yourself onto him, his cock stretching you out. You watch Minho's face as he squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip to keep from moaning out.
âYeah, I've got eyes on her - She's fine. I'll get her home soon.â He says, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the seat next to him .
âYou lied to him.â You moan as you rock your hips against him, his cock so deep inside you.
âIt's not a lie.â He smirks. âI do have eyes on you.â He says, his hands on your hips as he guides you while you ride him. Minho moves his hands all over your body, up to your breasts, pulling them from your dress. He grips them, pulling you closer to him as he slips your nipple into your mouth, sucking on it. You cry out as you bounce on his dick, the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple sending you over the edge.
âGod damn.â He groans. âYou feel so fucking good.â
You smile as you throw your head back, he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you. You run your hands through his hair as you continue grinding on him, your orgasm building so quickly.
âFuck.â You breathe, squeezing your cunt around him, trying to delay your orgasm but it doesn't work, your eyes roll back as you cry out, your orgasm pulsates through your body.
âOh fuck.â He groans. âI'm gonna cum.â
âCum in my pussy.â You breathe, bouncing harder. âI'm on birth control.â
Minho moans loudly as he cums, thrusting himself deeper inside you. The two of you breathe heavily, your chests heaving as you slide off his cock and back into the passenger seat.
The rest of the ride is quiet as he drives back to your house. You walk in the front door, Jisung is in the living room.
âDon't take off again, please.â He sighs, his eyes never leaving the tv.
âNight.â You say, heading up the stairs to take a shower. That night you fall asleep, dreaming of Minho and what this night meant for the two of you.
The next morning you wake up happy as fuck. Happier than you had been in a very long time. It was Saturday and you were excited for the day and what might come of it. You look at the clock, you'd slept in late, it was already 1pm. You went downstairs, seeing Jisung and Minho in the kitchen talking and laughing.
âWhat's your plan tonight, Y/N?â Jisung asks, popping a candy in his mouth.
âI'm not sure yet.â You smile, glancing at Minho. âWhat about you?â You ask your brother.
âGonna have people over later, but first Minho and I are going on a double date.â He laughs.
âOh?â You partially choke. âA date?â
âYeah.â Jisung chuckles. âMinho has been talking to Maya for a few weeks. And Jisoo and I are going to join them.â He explains. You look over at Minho, who won't look at you.
âSounds fun.â You whisper.
âYeah.â Minho pipes up. âIt should be.â
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Trouble
A Five Part Sukuna Series
Part One: Some Dumb Project
Masterlist
Part Two (will update when posted!!)
Synopsis: You switched majors and meet this annoying guy in your new history class, now you have to work on a project with him. Not only that, he goes to the place you work at! Ugh, how annoying, hopefully he wonât cause any troubleâŚ
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Sukuna is nothing but trouble. Everyone knows that. All your life, youâve attracted nothing but trouble. Whether itâs a traffic jam, your coffee being too cold or spilling all over you, or somehow locking yourself out of your apartment, you just canât help but find trouble.
Like right now.
Youâre late. To your first class of your new major. Itâs not like you slept in late or anything, your door jammed, meaning you had to bust yourself out of your own apartment. Talk about annoying! Luckily, the professor hasnât entered class, so when you walk into the lecture hall, you get up to a row with good acoustics and sit next to a boy with pink hair. He smiles at you and taps your shoulder.
âHey! Iâm Yuji Itadori! Are you new? I havenât seen you here before, and most of these people are familiar faces.â
âYeah, I switched majors over break. Nice to meet you, Itadori.â
âHey, whoâs the person in my seat, brat?â
You think you have double vision when you see Itadori twice, but this second one has tattoos on his face.
âUm, there arenât assigned seats.â
âYouâre one of those people, arenât you?â He huffs with his gruff voice, a frown permanently etched into his face. Heâs like a polar opposite of Yuji.
âSukuna, just sit on the other side of me, itâs not that big a deal.â Yuji rolls his eyes.
âMaybe not to you, idiot.â
âUm, who are you?â You tilt your head.
âIâm this bratâs twin brother, isnât that obvious? Now get out of my spot.â
âStill not your spot.â
âI will carve my name into the desk. Then will you move?â
âIsnât that vandalism?â
âEven better.â
You scoff into a small laugh and look at Yuji with a âcan you believe this guy?â look. You still refuse to switch seats as the professor enters.
âAlright, take your seats, class has started.â He says in a bored tone.
Sukuna scoffs at you and sits on the other side of Yuji, glaring at you the entire time. He can already tell youâre going to annoy him. Especially with your stupid attitude, your dumb clothes that fit you so well, your stupid good looks, your annoyingly attractive body⌠He needs to not stare. He shakes the thought away as the professor talks about some dumb project he could care less about.
âYou all are going to be assigned a group of three people, so just look at the person next to you and on the other side, thatâs basically your group, just for simplicity.â The professor looks up and starts writing groups down. âMkay, so the Itadoris anddd⌠got it.â
Sukuna almost audibly groans with his eye roll, now heâs stuck with you? What a pain⌠The end of class couldnât come sooner. He glares at you as he leaves, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and smoking in the bathrooms. You look at Yuji in confusion.
âThatâs your twin brother?â
âYeah, I think he was dropped.â
You laugh at him and shake your head, heâs definitely funnier than his moody counterpart. You head to your next class after exchanging numbers. The rest of the school day goes on like normal. Luckily, you donât have any other classes with Yujiâs brother, but you do share a math class with Yuji, which is fun. You leave to work, a cafe run by a tired old man, but heâs a nice guy. You get there early somehow, changing into your work clothes and heading to the front to take orders.
You didnât think the day would be worse, but who else enters the cafe but that annoying tattooed guy? Oh, and Yuji, but heâs not the issue here. Thereâs a third guy too, he doesnât look much like them.
âHey, customers are here, stop staring and take their orders, please.â Nanami tells you.
âRight, sorry.â You mumble and take their orders, Sukuna purposely picking something difficult. Yuji smiles at you and sits at their normal spot.
âThis history project makes no sense, we havenât even been taught this thing and heâs assigning us a project! Can you believe this, Choso?â Yuji groans and sips his drink when you set it in front of him.
âItâs like a research project, and we need to sort out who's doing what.â You say and hand who Yuji called âChosoâ his black coffee. You set down the difficult order Sukuna made and he examines it.
âHmmâŚâ
âWhat are you doing?â
âMaking sure it was made correctly.â
âI didnât poison it, dude, it has everything you asked for.â
âHmmmmmâŚâ Your eye twitches.
âYouâre not getting a refund, Sukuna, she made it exactly like you asked, youâre such a pain in the ass.â Yuji rolls his eyes and looks at you. âJust ignore him. We need to plan the project anyways. Sukuna isnât going to do anything, I already know that.â
Sukuna, who doesnât deny it, opens a bunch of straws, rips small parts of the wrapping paper, balls them up, and throws them across the table. One hits Yuji, one lands onto the floor, one lands in Chosoâs coffee, and one hits you while another lands in your hair. Choso glares at his younger brother and rolls his eyes, moving the ball out of his coffee before taking a sip.
âEvery day, I wonder how I am even related to you.â Choso mumbles.
âOh, you say that about me but not the idiot next to you?â
âAt least Yuji isnât a literal menace like you.â
âCan we please focus on the project?â Yuji sighs.
âWhatever.â Sukuna grumbles and keeps tossing trash around.
âIâll research the start half if you research the end half.â Yuji says to you.
âMkay, I can also make the presentation.â
âWhat am I supposed to do?â Sukuna asks.
âDonât act like you plan to help, idiot! The school already caught you for vandalizing the bathroom stalls! Youâre gonna be busy cleaning all that up before you can even work on the project, and I know youâll take your sweet ass time cleaning everything up!â Yuji argues with Sukuna.
âReally? First day back and youâre already in trouble?â You tilt your head.
âDonât act so surprised, everyone knows heâs trouble.â Choso says pointedly.
âOh, I guess youâve never met him before today, huh? He gets in trouble quite a lot.â Yuji grins. âAnyways, we should let you get back to work, so have fun!â
Yuji leaves a tip for you and you start cleaning the table, not seeing the way Sukunaâs gaze lingers when you bend to pick up the trash from the ground. You hit your head standing back up and swear you can hear someone snicker.
You drive home, though leaving the parking lot of the cafe takes you almost an hour since your key wouldnât work. When you get to your apartment, you enter through the front door and cook yourself a simple dinner. You count your tips and see a piece of paper you didnât notice before.
âDonât sit there tomorrow or Iâll key your car.â
Wonder who that could be from.
The next day, you head to class, getting there early, and Sukuna is already in âhis seatâ, giving you a glare as his eyes trail down your body. He really canât stand you, he decides again. Your outfit today sits a little too perfect, being just tight enough that if someone was looking hard enough (which Sukuna was), they could see the outline of your bra.
You chew on the end of your pencil, a bad habit youâre yet to break, and Yuji shares the research doc to you. You split the work between the two of you and Sukuna just sits in the doc typing the same three phrases over and over.
âStop that.â Yuji smacks his brotherâs arm.
âIâm not doing anything.â
âYouâre typing âdeath and destructionâ as if youâre manifesting it, stop.â
âIâm not just typing thatâŚâ
âDonât get me started on âthe despair is endlessâ and âthis class shouldnât existâ. What are you, twelve?â
âIâm twenty-one, like you, dumbass!â
âIâm not the dumbass writing edgy shit on the doc!â
âOh my god, you two, just let him type his edgy shit and continue researching.â You groan.
Yuji huffs in frustration and continues his research while you check the doc to see what Sukuna is doing. There are fire emojis in the middle of your typing, the words âyou work tn?â near the bottom of the page. You sigh and humor him, talking through the document.
âNo, why?â
âSo I donât get to throw trash at you later?â
âNope.â
âHow sad.â
You look at him and he has a smirk. You roll your eyes and leave when class is over, tripping over your own feet. He laughs at your misfortune and grunts when Yuji smacks him in the head.
âWhat was that for?!â
âDonât go flirting with her, sheâs a nice girl who doesnât need someone like you to fuck up her happiness.â
âIâm not flirting with her!â
âI saw the fucking doc, dipshit. Youâre not slick.â
âI was asking if sheâd be around for me to torment.â
âYou and I both know what your intentions were.â
The tattooed twin grunts and walks off, lighting a cigarette and tripping some nerd who apologizes for being in his way. He wasnât flirting. He canât stand you, he tells himself. He canât stand your quick remarks to his words, canât stand your stupid doe eyes, the way they squint when youâre focused on typing after the third typo in a row, canât stand the way you purse your lips and the slight smile on your face when he and Yuji are arguing, definitely not wondering what itâd be like to feel them against his own. Because he wasnât flirting. Yuji doesnât know what heâs talking about.
Sukuna smokes and half-ass scrubs the stall he vandalized yesterday. His thoughts are not focused on you, your stupid face, or your dumb words. Totally not. He wasnât flirting, he reassures himself again. Heâs not interested in you. Even if he was, he wouldnât admit that. Youâre just some girl in his class. Not important at all.
Heâs late to the cafe and Yuji is fixing the mistakes in the research document. Choso sips his usual black coffee and scrolls on his phone.
âYouâre late.â The elder brother points out.
âHad to clean the bathrooms.â
âI see. Your barista friend isnât here.â
âSheâs not my âfriendâ, Choso.â
âSheâs Yujiâs friend.â
âDoesnât make her mine by default, she can have the brat.â
âSays Mister Flirts With Her.â Yuji grins.
âI wasnât flirting dammit!â
âWhy are you getting so defensive, huh?â
âI am not! Youâre just a pain in my ass and annoying the hell out of me!â
âStop screaming, Nanamin will kick us out!â Yuji frowns.
âI still donât get how youâre so buddy-buddy with the old man.â Choso mumbles.
âHeâs pretty cool. Kind of mean, but he makes delicious bread.â
âLiterally how the hell are you even aware of that?â Sukuna scoffs.
âUnlike you, I actually talk to people, and get along with them!â
âWhateverâŚâ He scoffs.
Sukuna seems bored. He taps the table to a catchy tune and just waits until itâs time for him to go home. He watches a few groups walk into the cafe and at Yuji working diligently on his laptop.
âAt least she does her work. Iâd hate to do this project alone.â Yuji says to no one in particular.
âDo you do anything else besides complain?â
âShut the fuck up, Sukuna. Let me think out loud. And you complain more than I do.â
âLiar.â
âHow the hell is that a lie?â
Choso chuckles at his younger brothers. âSukuna, you do have a streak for complaining more than Yuji.â
âOh, dare I bring you into this, Choso?â
âYouâre right; withdrawn.â
âLetâs just go home already.â
âYeah, fine.â Yuji frowns and shuts his laptop.
When they get home, Sukuna feels a buzz in his pocket. He checks his phone. There is a text from Gojo, the universityâs pretty boy.
Party at my place next Thursday.
This should be fun.
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Receiving Love Letters - [MUTI! BLLK X F!READER]
(SEPARATE) pt1
Staring: rin, sae, shidou, niko, kaiser
pt2: ness, otoya, karasu, Reo
[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]
TW: heavy ooc, bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, cringe, scuff, etc.
>Rin
With(OUT) the help(OR JUDGMENT) of his brother, Rin finally made a letter back to you. Just ignore the 20 failed copies sitting in the trash-
You wouldnât be able to tell he was panicking when he slipped the paper into your textbook, man was perfectly composed(??)
He carried on with his day as usual, the letter slowly leaving his mind.Â
Until he saw anything that remotely reminded him of you, which was anything pretty really-
He tried not to cringe at himself as we waited to see if youâd make the next move
â[Y/N], Iâve liked you for ages, why did you wait so long before confessing? Whatever. Go out with me, Iâll take you around town and treat you well, I promise. All you have to do is accept, and Iâll take care of the rest. Be mine, please?- RinÂ
He was slightly worried it wasnât you who sent it, but he was 99% sure it was.
Now all he had to do was wait for you to answer
It was at lunch when he had finally ran into you, since you two didnât share any classes in the morning
You ran up to him with a hug, accepting his offer in the letter
He smiled, before giving you a quick kiss on the lips
Heâd never been happier. Rin gave you a tight hug, almost suffocating you, still not letting go <3
>Shidou
Shidou didnât bother making you a letter
Instead, he ran up to you first thing the next day, and tackle you (affectionately) with a hug
â[Y/N] I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU PLEASE BE MY GIRLFRINED :DDâ
In front of the whole school. You better pretend that you arenât socially anxious because lord someoneâs gotta save you-
Luckily it was pretty early in the morning, so there werenât many people around. And those that were learnt to automatically ignore anything Shidou screams.
He wouldnât stop asking, and only shut up once you agreed ;2;
You were supposed to study after school, but Shidou said you guys are going out, and it really wasnât a choice :3Â
But he did actually let you do your homework first
He just sat beside you, silently pouting but not verbally complaining, but patiently waiting
He helped you clean up and then took you out :DÂ
You would complain, but it was actually pretty fun :D (I hope-)
>Sae
Sae left the house, walking himself and Rin to school
Today was the day he was going to send you the letter back, but he wasnât too stressed
âNii-Chan, today youâre gonna make her your girlfriend, right?â Rin looked up at him
âHopefully.â he responded
As the day progressed, Sae waited for a an opportunity to send the letter to you, and finally he had the chance
You were just sitting in class, waiting for it to start when he approached you
âHere, for you.â He handed you the letter
âoOoooooooâ everyone in the class was watching, interested in what he was going to say
Sae just gestured for you to read the letter, and you hesitantly did so
â[Y/N], I had no clue you liked me, but iâm happy you do because I like you too. Be my girlfriend?â
It was a short and simple letter, maybe because he wasnât too sure what he was supposed to do. Which you found pretty funny-
âSoâŚâ Sae mumbled, slightly embarrassed now
You laughed, âSure, Iâd love to.â
>Niko
Niko had just finished with his letter, and was planning on giving it to you the next school daye
Until Aiku and the rest of the Ubers team started bothering him, asking him to show them the letters
âAiku, you old snitchâŚâ he cursed under his breath, before denying in the gc that he liked anyone
Niko sighed before throwing his phone down, starting his night-routine
He was about to go to sleep, before checking the Ubers gc. Literally everyone had asked for a pic of the love letters.
He rolled his eyes, but decided why not :)Â
So he snapped the letter you wrote to him and sent it
He woke up to 46 notifications.
Niko sped read through them while walking to school, most the people were just rambling about how cute it was, and somewhere asking what Niko would send back
There was no way heâd embarrass himself like that tho, so he just left them on read
If he watched you correctly, then you weâre currently on the 4th book of a new series, so all heâd have to do is slip the letter into the 5th and heâd be set
He took a breath to calm himself before opening the book to a random page and leaving the envelope there. Sure it was risky, but surely itâll pay off⌠right?
Niko was panicking, he almost chickened out-
He decided it maybe wasnât such a good idea, and went back after school to find the book and take it back
But by then, the book had already been checked out
â[Y/N] currently has it, would you like me to put it on hold?â is what the librarian said when he asked,
âNo itâs fine.â he answered, unsure if he should be happy or scared, but there was nothing he could do now
And yet he still worried, and his teammates laughed at him when he told them
âShut up. Iâm not a coward.â
âLMAOOO YOU TOTALLY AREE-â
âsHUT U-â
You had just gotten home, about to dive into your manga. You leafed through the pages, listening to them flip, until it stopped suddenly
It was an envelope made of cardstock, so it caught your attention quickly. You plucked it from the book, examining it carefullyÂ
You were reminded of Niko as you read it,
âHey [Y/N], iâm hoping that youâre the one reading this and not someone else⌠and also that youâre the one who sent the first letter Iâve been waiting so long to finally confess, but itâs nice that you did it first. Iâve liked you for the longest time and always wished that you felt the same, it makes me really happy that you do Do you think maybe we could go out sometime? But this time we can go as more than friends⌠if thatâs alright with you - Niko Ikki
He was basically on edge for the whole day, til you responded, telling him that youâd love to go out ;)
Was so happy after, and all of Ubers made fun of him for it :â)Â
A/N: Question, does anyone especially like Niko? Tbh heâs one of my favourites, but if you guys donât feel strongly towards him, Iâm prob gonna take him out and write for Nagi instead đ, any thoughts? Ik a lot of ppl like Nagi so iâll try my best if i do end up doing that!
>Kaiser
Kaiser was acting more distant that week towards Ness. Well, not more distant, just more busy.
That turned out to be because Kaiser had told himself that he needed to write back. Yet he just sat there, scrolling his phone, procrastinating.
Ness had a feeling that this would happen, so heâd frequently remind him to finish it. And finally he did.
Kaiser made Ness drop off the letter to you (bc ofc he did-) a day or two after (he didnât want to seem too eager/was procrastinating the writing đ)
You ended up catching Ness as he tried to very sneakily hide it somewhere youâd find it (Kaiser was pretty mad at him for that đ)
He shifted his attention to watching you open it as he hid behind the lockers
âHey Mein Liebe, took you a while to confess ;)You know, if you did it any later, I may have just moved on! But youâre lucky I gave you a chance, so donât waste it~How bout you and me go out some time, what do you say? Iâll pay for whatever, my treat.
~ Michael Kaiser ââ
You scoffed a smile, but accepted it anyway, putting it away in your bag and carrying on with your day
Kaiser, on the other hand, had a smug smile, patting himself on the back for a successful confession(??)
Ness was maybe slightly judging him, but he just shrugged it off, long as Kaiser was happy
A/N: Can you tell I like sneaking in Itoshi fluff? pre-spain sae was such a good brother :') not that i would know- im an only child, which also means i have no clue how to write siblings
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The stupid closet (1)
Hello everyone! I have been working on this Mattheo Riddle story since August and am so excited to finally share this with you all. This story is my baby and is so special to me and will be multiple chapters so buckle up and get ready for some steamy romance and drama ;)
I will be releasing (hopefully) every week on Sunday but we'll see how it works out and how you guys like this!
*this story will feature NSFW content*
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âFuck you Riddleâ You flip off Mattheo as you sit down quickly next to Draco at dinner. You had been at school for almost a week already and he was as insufferable as ever.
You both knew how to push each otherâs buttons and it was so funâŚsometimes. So much teasing and bickering had happened throughout the years between you two and it was finally your last year at Hogwarts.
Mattheo sits down across the table from you, his jaw clenching.
âWhatâre you wearing to the party tonight?â Pansy asks, taking a seat on the other side of Draco.Â
âOh itâs a dress I bought over the summerâ You smile gently, popping a grape in your mouth. Theo looked across the table and smirked just a little. You guys had been friends with benefits for the past year but had never put any other labels on it.
Only one person knew about this secret relationshipâŚMattheo. He had accidentally walked in on you and Theo one time and ever since then he loved teasing you about it.
âIâm sure Theo will love itâ Mattheo retorts before Theo knocks him over the head.Â
âShut the fuck upâ Theo adds. Mattheo looks up smirking. He looks right at you with those big doe brown eyes. The fact that they were attached to him made them not so appealing though.Â
After a few moments, you break eye contact, looking down at the food in front of you. For some reason, eye contact with Mattheo always lingered longer than it should.
âWell I donât know about anyone else but I plan on getting fucked up tonightâ Pansy mentions. Since it was the first weekend after classes, Slytherin was throwing a house party. Last weekend was the entire school, this week it was just your house. These parties were honestly way more fun.
âMe too,â you reply. You and Theo hadnât hooked up since when he visited over the summer holiday. Not that it should bother you but you wondered why he hadnât wanted to since. You guys had gone at it like bunny rabbits last semester and now? It felt like he was avoiding you.
Dinner went on as normal, Draco bickering with everyone around him (even you, his closest friend) and Pansy was handsy with him the whole time while talking about beginning of the year gossipâŚtypical.Â
You walk back to the Slytherin house with the group, separating ways to go back to your shared dorm with Pansy.Â
You both start getting ready, doing makeup first. While you opted for a light, subtle look, Pansy opted for a more full-face look. She was fully convinced that Draco was going to make his move on her after all of these years. While you knew it wasnât going to happen, you didnât want to break her spirit.
You slip on a short silk slip black dress, pulling your hair up in a messy, high ponytail and strapping on simple black heels. A simple look but it made you feel so good about yourself. You were going to hook up with Theo tonight.Â
You hear a knock at the door so you open it, only to see Blaise, âHey uh the group is gonna mingle for a bit and then break off in Theo and Mattheoâs dorm for some gamesâ
âOhâŚok. Thanks Blaise.â You smile, shutting the door behind you. There goes your plan to hook up with Theo, there was no way it was going to happen if the whole group was together.
Slightly annoyed, you leave your dorm first, Pansy following suit a few minutes later. You instantly head for the liquor table taking a shot. You were determined to figure out a way to sleep with Theo regardless.
âThis one is actually kinda boringâ You hear Draco behind you.
âIt isâŚâ You say pouring another shot, âHas Pansy found you yet?â
âInstantly but I told her she had lipstick on her teeth so she went back to fix itâ Draco smiles.
âAnd did she?â
âOf course not.â You both laugh. As much as you loved Pansy, Draco was your best friend. You had spent every summer together since you were both 6 years old. Your parents were very close with each other, the next generation also bonding. Of course when Theo visited over the summer, he had to lie and say it was to see both of you. You had the feeling Draco knew but neither of you had ever brought it up.
Mattheo walks up behind you, grabbing a liquor bottle around you, âThis party is lame as fuck, wanna split now?â
âYes.â Theo chimes in, walking up as you turn around to reply to Mattheo.
âOh looks like lover boy canât wait to get his hands on youâ Mattheo whispers just loud enough for you to hear. You stare up at him, before nudging him in the arm as you walk away. It was always those little comments that made you want to kill Mattheo.
Theo and Draco find Pansy, Blaise, and Daphne before heading up to the boysâ dorm. While this group always bickered, they were your family and you loved them as such. You did however still have the hope that you and Theo would be able to break off alone at some point.
You all sit in a circle, setting an empty bottle in the middle. Spin the bottle, how cute.
âOk weâre playing spin the bottle but whoever it lands on, is spending seven minutes in heaven with the spinner. Got it?â Blaise asks. The entire time he explained the rules, you stared daggers at Mattheo, him looking at you again with those big doe eyes, acting completely innocent and unaware.
âThis is so juvenileâ You speak up as you roll your eyes.
âWell then, itâs your turn firstâ Draco smirks.Â
You smirk back sarcastically, annoyed before spinning the bottle. The bottle spins for a good few seconds. You were desperately hoping it would stop at Theo as it slowed down but the bottle ended facing directly at Mattheo.
âAbsolutely not.â You say. You were not about to go into a closet with Mattheo Riddle for seven minutes.
âRules are rules, time to pucker upâ Blaise says. Everyone in the circle whoops and hollers as you both stand up and start walking into the closet.
âI hate all of youâ You say, flipping them the middle finger as Mattheo closes the closet door behind him.
The closet was small, causing you two to be touching. It was dark, only the light coming from the bottom of the door seeping in.
âI donât know what they expectâ Mattheo scuffs.Â
âI do but itâs never going to happen.â You look up to him, your faces only inches apart.
âNo, never.â He shook his head ever so slightly. You were so close to him you could smell the combination of liquor and cigarettes on his breath. You actually didnât mind it as much as you thought you would.
You stared into each other's eyes for a moment before you blurted out, âI meanâŚit wonât mean anything right?â Your noses are practically touching by now. The sexual tension lingering in this small space was suffocating.
âRight.â Mattheo breathes out. You two finally connect lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. Mattheo set one of his hands on your waist, the other on the back of your head.
You break away just for a moment, âItâs just for the gameâ You mutter out between kisses. The make out session was heating up, both of you grabbing for different parts of each other. It was like you both wanted more. You both needed more.
Just as you're about to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, the door is opened. The two of you back away from each other, you instantly looking out to see Theo watching. Mattheo walks out of the closet and straight out of the door, leaving the dorm without saying a word. You look over to Pansy who had opened the door and was currently standing there, eyes bugged out of her head.Â
âHoly shitâ Draco blurts out. Everyone in the room was shocked, nobody in the group butted heads more than you and Mattheo.Â
âI have to goâŚâ You mutter. You walk to the door, Theo following you out to the hallway.
Theo grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks, âAre you ok?â
âIâm fine. I just need some fresh air.â You say. You could not believe that Theo caught you kissing someone else, let alone Mattheo Riddle. Theo furrows his eyebrows, âSeriously, Iâm fine Theo. Iâll be back in a bit, ok?â You say more genuinely than the first time.
âOk justâŚweâll talk about it later yeah?âÂ
âSure.â
You walk back to your dorm, changing into Dracoâs sweatshirt and your own flannel shorts before opening the window and sitting in the window sill.
God youâre so stupid! Mattheo? Really?
Your mind was racing. You only did it for the game, right? You had to.
But then why did you still feel his kiss on your lips and why did you not mind it? There had to be an explanation. Mattheo was not who you wanted. You wanted TheoâŚright?
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Dating Mirio Togata Hcs
(Mirio Togata x Gn!reader)
I made this while working on requests, I really love Mirio and was very happy to write him! This fic includes meeting Mirio, a confession, and a little bit of Eri appreciation at the end. I might make a part two with You, Mirio and Eri. Hopefully you like this too, to those who sent in requests theyâre being down now and will be posted soon! Much love! đŤśđť
â You became friends with Mirio sometime in middle school. You became his friend after defending his closest friend, Tamaki, from bullies during passing time. You had no clue why they were bullying him but you knew you had to stop them, that's what heroes do after all.
â Your whole young life you've wanted to be a hero, you wanted to be the absolute best anyone could be. You wanted to be a symbol of hope just like All-Might!
â Once you fended off Tamaki's bullies, he shakily thanked you and offered to walk you to your next class. You agreed, happy to have a new friend.
â As the two of you walked down the halls, a loud cheery voice boomed down the hallway, Tamaki jumped and you turned to see who it was, not knowing how much your life would change.
"Tamaki! Hey! C'mon Tamaki wait up!" A voice shouted through the halls, Tamaki looked startled at the volume of the voice but not at the voice itself, huh must know him, you thought as a look of recognition flashed over Tamaki's eyes. Once the owner's voice came into view it was like your world stopped, like this specific moment everything halted for a second. You suddenly became nervous and flustered, Tamaki noticed your sudden mood change and seemed confused, "H-Hi M-Mir-rio" Tamaki choked out, and despite him being so comfortable with Mirio he still struggled. "Hey! Who's this?," Mirio motions to you, you look over to Tamaki who looks nervous to be put on the spot so you take charge despite your own anxiety. "Hi!, I'm [Reader]!" You say politely, Mirio smiles at you, "Iâm Mirio!" He states happily, "Where are you two headed too?" Mirio asks, "Oh, Tamaki and I are walking to my next class, you can come too if you want." You offer, "Sure sounds fun!" Mirio says.
â After that day you, Tamaki, and Mirio would hang out daily until you got to high school. You all got into UA, a lifelong dream of yours. Sure you were all still friends but with the workload and varying schedules, finding time to hang out as a group was hard.
â So you and Mirio could usually hang out one-on-one although it was very rare. And with every hangout, you noticed how much you liked Mirio.
â Anytime he held the door open for you, pulled out your chair, trained with you, and studied with you, you could feel your little crush deepen into something much more. So you invited him out for a 'study date', planning to confess.
You walked into the Cafe, books in hand, you walked from the door to a small rounded table in the back of the Cafe. You sat your books down and went up to order. After ordering, you sat with your drink waiting, anxiety flushing through you as you saw Mirio walk through the Cafe his eyes scanning the area, his eyes glimmering with happiness when he saw you.
Mirio being himself launched into enthusiastic conversation, his company alone was enough to ease the tension coiling inside you. You found yourself drawn into his infectious energy, your fears of what's to come melting away in his company. The cafĂŠ seemed brighter, warmer somehow, with him with you. Time seemed to slip away as you chatted and laughed, lost in each other's company. And then, as the conversation lulled, a moment of quiet settled between you. Mirio's gaze softened as he looked at you, a gentle smile started at the corners of his lips.
"Hey, can I tell you something?" Mirio's voice was soft, almost hesitant as if he was afraid of being too abrupt, years of knowing you would never dull his anxiety of being around you.
You nodded, "Of course," you whispered, hardly daring to breathe as you waited for his words. Mirio took a deep breath, his gaze leading to the table. "I... I really like you," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. What!?? You were so shocked, could he actually have feelings for you, just like you secretly had for him? The thought sent a rush of excitement coursing through you, mixed with a sense of disbelief.
"I've liked you for a while now, and I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore."
Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, a flood of warmth going through you at his words. You took a moment to gather your courage, then reached out to gently touch his hand. "Mirio, I..I like you too"
Mirio's eyes widened in surprise, his smile growing wider with each passing moment. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.
You nodded, a shy smile spreading across your face. "Yes, really," you confirmed, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders as you finally confessed your feelings.
â Mirio is a fantastic boyfriend. Flowers, cute notes in your lunch whenever he has the time, and will often have a study date with you. He was so loving and supportive of you and anything you did or wanted to do. From hobbies to new styles, je was always your biggest fan.
â He was always so kind and gentle, so it was no surprise to you when he introduced you to a small timid girl, named Eri. The young girl, despite being shy and quiet took a great liking to you.
You sat at the dinner table at home quietly reading, your head popped up when you heard your front door opening, followed by Mirios voice paired with a smaller younger voice. Huh?
"Hey! babe! I'm home, there's someone I want you to meet!" Mirio everso sweetly called, you walk from the dining room to the living room shocked to see a small girl hiding behind Mirio, Mirio light nudged her, âGo onâ Mirio encouraged smiling down at her, âHiâ she looked at the ground, âIâm Eriâ, You smiled gently all questions you had put on halt when you heard her sweet little voice, âHi Eri! Iâm [Reader]â, Eri looked up at you and smiled the sweetest smile, something told you this was the start of something truly lovely.
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Sleepless nights
â°â˘ 3. Go white boy go
Warnings: like- one swear word?
note: a little longer part but the next part is (hopefully) where things start picking up. but thereâs written parts so donât miss those!
You switched off your phone just in time to see Yuta running up to you. He tossed you his helmet as he climbed up the ramp, taking the spot beside you.
âTook you long enough.â You roll your eyes, pushing the boy off, leaving him to slide back down the damp concrete.
âIt was only a few minutes.â Yuta groans, dusting himself off to climb back up again. His sad attempts at trying to reach the ledge almost made you feel bad for him. Almost.
âHoly shit you suck at this.â
Despite wanting to help him, the better part of you couldnât help but let out a laugh. What else were you supposed to do? You are best friends after all. Laugh first, help after. Thatâs the universal rule for all best friends.
After getting your entertainment from watching the poor boy fail again and again to get a good grip on the ledge, you finally offered him a hand (which he reluctantly took).
âDonât worry, I made sure to get all the good angles.â You flashed your phone at him, swiping to the side to show him all the photos you took of him.
As he takes in the images, Yutaâs faces turn into one of absolute terror. âDelete those right now!â He reaches for the device.
âNever! You look cute in them!â You smack his reaching hand away. âThese are going into my folder!â
âThereâs more?!â He lets out a horrified gasp.
âObviously!â
As Yuta continues to reach for your phone, your phone buzzes. You sneak a glance at it and see a notification from one of your streaming apps.
âtoginu is live now!â
Yuta also sees the notification and stops trying to take your phone, sitting back up and waiting for you to turn on the livestream.
You immediately click on the notification and your brought to the app, the sounds of keys clicking greeting your ears.
The boy continues typing away on his keyboard, occasionally looking at the chat and thousands of messages flood through every second. Looks like you made it in time to watch.
Yuta leaned onto your shoulder, watching your screen. The two of you had an unspoken agreement to watch livestreams together whenever possible.
You turned the volume up and placed the phone next to Yuta before standing up and grabbing your skateboard.
âKeep you updated.â You pushed yourself forward and through the park.
âTime to go.â Yuta stood up, stretching his limbs.
You let out a disapproving groan, flopping backwards onto the cement and staring up into the sky. The sun was slowly rising in the distance, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
âDonât wanna do anything today.â You sigh.
Yuta gathered his things and wandered over to you, joining you on the ground and admiring the view. âWe should go before our parents realize weâre gone.â
âYeahâŚâ You sat up, grabbing all of your belongings and stuffing them back into your bag before following Yuta out of the park.
It wasnât long before you reached your house. Yuta pulled into the back as usual for you to easily be able to sneak back into your room via your window.
You gave the boy a quick hug, promising to text him later before running through your backyard towards your room.
âIâll see you in class!â He called out to you before he sped off in the direction of his own house.
âWhat class??â You mumble to yourself as you slide your window open.
As soon as you entered your room, your alarm started going off, telling you to get ready for the day. You look at it in confusion. Your alarm only rings on weekdays.
âTime to get up! You got school!â You hear a voice yelling at you from outside the door, accompanied by a loud banging.
âIâm up!â You yell back.
Now you were not only tired, you had to put up with a whole day of classes. You couldâve sworn it was Sunday.
You had a long day ahead of you.
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fun facts:
â you rely heavily on yuta to keep track of the time when you guys go out all night (even though heâs worse at time keeping than you are)
â he always manages to get you home in the morning before your parents notice tho
â you have multiple folders in your photo gallery for silly little pictures and videos for all of your friends (most of them are of yuta)
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blondes are done with fun Ⲡh. renjun
pairing. journalism student! renjun x journalism student! fem! reader starring. huang renjun, lee donghyuck, yoo jimin, huh yunjin genre. college au, acquaintances to lovers. angst, fluff, smut warnings. alcohol consuption, swearing, renjun is a dick at the beginning, sexual content (fingering, unprotected sex) word count. 31k (31.320) a/n. awsten knight please stop making music so i can stop writing fics about your songs thanku. also this is my first smut please be gentle with it also if you're my friend please don't read the smut parts orif you do dont tell me abt it or i will literally kms
playlist. cherry red - waterparks ; fake happy - paramore ; heaven angel - the driver era ; blonde - waterparks ; disaster - conan gray ; raspberry - grouplove ; black butterflies and dĂŠjĂĄ vu - the maine ; fuck about it - waterpakrs, blackbear ; robbers - the 1975
a rumor has it that the popular couple in town broke up after years of being together. having to share your favorite seat in class with the male part of said relationship, you try to find out how to make your heartbroken project partner warm up to youâ orâ huang renjun goes blonde when he's sad.
ⲠPART 1 OF THE SIMPLIFY ROMANCE SERIES â˛
âA rumor has it Huang Renjun and Huh Yunjin broke up,â is the first sentence that lands into your ears when your feet cross the imaginary border of the school premises one early morning, a cup of coffee in your hand as your best friend Jimin breaks the news to you, walking by your side into the university building.
Snapping your head around to look at her in shock and surprise at the news, eyes wide in question, youâre already invested in the love life of your classmates more than you probably should be, but due to multiple reasons that could explain it; one of them being the ordinary human curiosityâ mainly created in your brain thanks to the fact that these two had dated for as long as you can rememberâ another reason being the gossip-oriented side of your personalityâ the part of it you like to explain through the fact that youâre a Journalism major and the love for gossip is just another part of your (hopefully) future occupationâ and the last reason, the one that is probably the most harmless of them all (or maybe the most, depending on how you look at it) is the mere fact that while Huang Renjun had been a taken man for as long as you remember, he is also insanely attractive, and youâre just a simple woman. The idea of him being finally attainable is irking something in your brain, and even though you would feel embarrassed to admit this out loud, you canât help but wonder what happened between those two after such a long time that made the legendary coupleâ iconic, evenâ break up.Â
âWhat happened?â you ask, walking alongside the girl as you round the corner of the hall, in a rush to get to your morning class. The two of you slept in by accident, watching too many episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashians last night to notice the clock striking well past midnight, and now the journey to school was more difficult than it already is, with your dorms situated 30 minutes away and the class starting at 8 oâclock sharp. The time is now 7:58AM and while youâre already in the building and yours and Jiminâs classes are different, they are both on the fifth floorâ and with the frequency of your visits to the gym, the way up there is hard not only because of the time pinch, but also because of the shortness of your breath when you rush to walk up there in less than five minutes before you have to take the walk of shame to your desk, watched by the professor with passive aggressive eyes.
âNobody knows,â Jimin heaves out, taking two steps at once now, âI just heard from Yizhuo that Yunjin deleted all of their Instagram posts together and she supposedly stopped wearing that necklace he got her for their anniversary. Oh and also, Renjun didnât drop her off at school on Friday, so something must be up.â
Humming in agreement, you rush up the stairs, the halls already emptied out because all of the students are hidden in their respective classroom. You manage to keep your voice down in case anyoneâs listening in on your insensitive gossip, now that your voices arenât drowned out by any other noise. âThatâs weird. Theyâve been together for so long, Iâm starting to lose faith in real love if they really broke up.â
âNo, yeah, I know,â Jimin squints as the two of you finally reach the fifth floor, the girl checking the time on her wristwatch huffing out at the sight of already being late, âsomething bad must have happened, if they really broke up, because the two of them didnât seem like theyâve had any problems, you know.â
âDefinitely,â you nod, pacing along the hall as you finally reach the door to your classroom, waving your roommate off with a tight-lipped smile, still trying to catch your breath. âIâll see you after class?â
The girl doesnât even turn around as she agrees with you, long legs striding down the hall into the last classroom on the left, waving at you with her right hand. âSee ya!â
Silently opening the door to the classroom, you notice the professor already standing at the very front of the class, turning around to look at your figure once the almost unhearable noise of the door cuts through the silence in the room. Offering her a shameful smile, you hurriedly scan the space, feeling the eyes of everyone glued to your sweaty and out of breath body, as you try to find a place to sit. Your usual seat is right at the corner of the room, at the very backâ it has the window in close accessibility, so you donât have to worry about being too hot or too cold, depending on the weather, because you regulate the freshness of the air in the classroom. The window also provides a good distraction to you once the class gets too boring to listen to, so youâd say with 100% sureness that the desk you chose to sit at the very first day of your Journalism class was the best option.Â
However, when you look at the usually empty desk for twoâ one of the chairs, the one closer to the corridor being your handy armrest as well as a place to put your coat and bag on as you sit on the other one, the one closer to the windowâ you notice a man sitting at your usual place, eyes glued to the whiteboard. Feverishly scanning the classroom once again, realizing in terror that there is no other empty space for you to sit at, you sigh in annoyance as you near your usual desk, cursing the intruder in your brain for breaking the unwritten seating plan.Â
Taking the bag off your shoulder, you softly land it to the ground, afraid of making any noise that would interrupt your professorâs lecture again. After sitting at the chair and trying to listen to the words coming out of your professorâs mouth, trying to see what sheâs talking about, you find yourself drifting off into the mess of your thoughts, choosing to daydream about the amazing lunch youâre about to have once your classes are over for the day, your eyes knowingly moving away from the whiteboard to their place out of the window. Itâs a little harder to gaze out of it in the different positionâ you tell yourself youâll come earlier next week so the intruder doesnât take away your spot again and you can go back to your usual plan of watching people walking through the campus and making up fake stories about them in your brainâ when your periphery vision takes notice of the side profile of your seatmate, the curve of his nose and the slight pout of his upper lip sparking interest in you as your brain finally connects the dots.
Only slightly moving your head to the side, so your seatmate doesnât notice you staring, you observe Huang Renjun sitting at your desk. The image in front of you (or beside you, to be precise) surprises you to an extent nothing has ever surprised you before (no, not even the birthday parties Jimin has thrown you have made this effect on youâ but thatâs probably because she canât keep a secret and always spoiled the surprise), and once again, there are multiple reasons for your surprise. To list a few, youâd start with the fact that Huang Renjun almost always sat at the same desk with his girlfriend Yunjinâ the desk was at the very opposite corner of the room, leaving you to occasionally observe the couple as he landed a hand onto her thigh or let her put her leg into his lap, away from the eyes of the professorâ but due to the news that were broken to you just a few minutes prior, maybe this is the only reason that shouldnât surprise you with the sight of Renjun sitting by your side. Continuing the list, youâd state the fact that the boy looks lifelessâ his eyes lost their usual spark and there are dark circles adorning his lower eyelids, the sick look making you feel almost sorry for your classmate. And to finish the list, youâd state the fact that takes you by surprise the mostâ the one that shocks you to your core, for itâs the reason why you didnât recognise the boy when you first sat down in the first place. His hair is now bleach blond, and while the look definitely suits him, itâs something different, something newâ because for as long as you can remember, not many things changed in Renjunâs appearance over the years, and youâre not so sure if you can consider this as the side effect of his breakup, or if he really just wanted change.
Blinking at the male, as if to make sure that youâre not dreaming, you take notice of the dead strands falling into his eyes, contrasting well with the darkness of his eyes. Once again noting that youâre just a simple woman and Huang Renjun is simply put, a very attractive man, you canât help but gaze at him with a newly found interest, everything youâve learned about the male this morning irking you with undeniable curiosity.
The sad and embarrassing reality of it all is, though, that youâre not the only one who gets that weird feeling of someone staring at you in public sometimes, only for that feeling to be true as you turn around and see someone with their eyes burning through your skull; Huang Renjun gets them as well, it seems, as he turns his head to you with his eyebrows furrowed, as if to silently ask you why the hell youâre creepily staring at his side profile in the middle of your Journalism class. The two of you were never close, despite sharing multiple classes over the course of multiple semesters, and so being caught only made you feel more embarrassed as you sharply turn your head towards the front of the classroomâ so much for being subtle and nonchalant about it, erasing all the possibility of playing it off in the processâ feeling heat creeping up your neck.Â
This is not how you imagined your morning to go.
Trying hard to pay attention to the class instead, in order to both learn something and also forget about the events happening only a few seconds prior, thereâs no use as your brain now decided to replay the moment over and over again, making sure you never forget about it and randomly think of it in the middle of the night 5 years from now, still not moving on from the shame. In the process of trying so hard to focus, you actually do quite the oppositeâ as if your brain decided to turn off from the essence of humiliation instead to protect youâ and before you notice it, the class is over and everyone is scattering out of the classroom with their things and bags hung over their shoulders. At least itâs finally over, you think, when a voice lands into your ear, shaking you out of it.
âWeâre doing the project together,â he says, and as you turn around to face the owner of the saccharine voice to inquire him on what the actual fuck heâs even talking about, before you get the chance, the man is already out of the room, leaving you standing in full dumbfoundance.
Maybe you shouldâve paid more attention to the class, after all.
Next week, even though you arrive to class earlier than the last, it seems like your designated seat in the corner of the classroom is now your and Renjunâs designated seat in the corner of the classroom, and if youâre being totally honest, this is exactly the thing you did not expect to come up on your Junior year bingo card. Talking over the whole interaction with Jimin right when you got to dormsâ alongside with the takeout you ordered in the restaurant thatâs at the corner of the streetâ the both of you stared into your plates with a newly found sense of absolute, utter confusion.Â
You also had to shamefully text one of the only classmates from your Journalism class whose number you haveâ Osaki Shotaro, who you had a thing with in Freshman year because you thought he was an exchange student and would go back to Japan after summer, surprising you with his smiley face in the class in your Sophomore year (and this year, once again) as you had to be reminded of making out with him at a party every time your eyes landed on the poor boyâ about the assignment. The truth is, you could just ask Renjun when you got into class, but you also wanted to spare yourself the embarrassment of that action. Through your fling from Freshman year, you learned that you have to work in pairs on a magazine of some sortâ and while the assignment still wasnât clear to you, after Shotaro ended the text message with âiâm sorry tho, i already have a partner ://â, you didnât have enough dignity in you to pry him for any more information.
Clearing your throat as you step inside the classroom with an encouraging slap to your bottom coming from your roommate walking along to her usual class at the end of the hall, you walk over to your seat and put your bag onto the ground, silently sitting on the chair next to the corridorâ the thing that makes you the most furious about this whole thingâ as you prepare for the next lecture. From what youâve gathered, the assignment was 70% of your final grade, and you really didnât feel like failing your most favorite subject, especially if itâs something you could see yourself doing in the future. Working on something like this with someone youâve hardly ever spoken to was a scary feeling, though.Â
The class starts as soon as the noise of footsteps fills your ears, your professor standing at the very front of the classroom announcing her arrival with a heartfelt smile on her face. Sometimes you wonder if itâs her cheery demeanor that makes you like the class so much, but then again, youâve always been interested in the topicâ her character is just a bonus.
âHello class,â she greets, full of energy despite it only being 8 in the morning, âI decided that instead of following with the lectures today, I will leave you some space to plan out your final project for the class. It has the weight of 70% of your grade, so itâs kind of important, so make sure you plan it well and come up with something original and interesting. The contents are 25-35 pages and you have until the end of the semester to complete it, so I hope you all put in some effort!â
Nods and hums of understatement are shared along the class, the pairs turning to each other in soft murmurs as some even take out a journal to note down all the things they come up with. You think itâs not a bad idea to at least brainstorm a little, but with how awkward you feel at the moment with your project partner sitting right next to you, you donât think you can start. And the thing is, Jimin told you you could just pick a different partnerâ but as you look across the filled classroom, you really donât think working with anyone else is possible, since you donât have many friends in this class and everyone seems to be paired up already. Huang Renjun is your only choice, and although it doesnât fill you with relief, you wonder why he chose you, when in reality, heâs the popular oneâ he has many different choices to pick from. Maybe he was just too lazy to ask anyone else. Who knows.
Clearing your throat again, you avert your gaze from the front of the classroom and try to sneak a look on your seatmate. The platinum blonde hair neatly styled on his head doesnât fail to make you shocked again, but you figure you must start to get used to it now, because you canât keep living with the constant urge to stare at the boy just because he dyed his hair. Waiting for him to look at you or give you any sign of the fact that heâs willing to work on the project, you continue your little staring contest with his side profileâ it seems like heâs in the mood to ignore you today, so you gotta bring out the big guns and actually talk to him instead.
âSo⌠how do you want to work on this?â you mumble out, nervously bumping your knee up and down. Human interaction isnât your favorite thing in the world, mainly because you donât like things youâre not good atâ this includes sports, but mainly volleyball, drawing, knitting and mixing drinks as wellâ but youâd say with full confidence that making friends and talking to new people is truly the worst thing you could ever imagine.Â
You notice that your seatmate finally recognised your efforts to spark up a conversationâ he rewards you with a shrug of his shoulders as he not only does not look at you, but also decides to lay on the desk instead, closing his eyes as if this was the perfect time for him to catch up on his lost sleep. âDunno,â he says, âwe have plenty of time, letâs not do this right now.â
Blinking a few times at the male, you are once again struck by lightning that is his weird attitude to things. If this was how he behaved with Yunjin, you canât blame the girl for breaking up with himâ everything about the smug look on his face and the fact that he chose to take your favorite seat in the classroom makes your blood boil with annoyance.Â
âW-what?â you stutter out, still not quite believing your ears.Â
The man doesnât reply to youâ itâs too much effort, it seemsâ only making you angrier. Why did he even choose you as his partner if he didnât want to work on the project in the first place? Youâre no stranger to procrastination and leaving work for last minute, and youâre also not really a fan of the feeling of stress creeping up your back whenever you give in to the inevitable action of procrastinating; so if it comes to a project that is quite literally 70% of your grade, you would rather not do everything the week before.
Seeing that youâre getting ignored again, you put on your brave face as you fold your hands on your chest, determined to do something about the issue at hand. âCanât you just put in some effort, man? Iâd rather not do this last minute. I know that you probably donât give a shit, but I do care about my grades, yâknow,â you get out, seeing as the man next to you finally straightens his back and looks at you sharplyâ as if he has any right to point you with the killing look in this dark eyesâ before he squints in mock agony.
âDo you really have to be such a fucking perfectionist?â he snaps at you, taking you by surprise.Â
This is not how you imagined Huang Renjun to be. Looking at him over the course of the years, more often than not, you always saw the boy with a welcoming smile on his face. Whenever he was around Yunjin, he was all sweet words and gentle touches, erupting laughter whenever he was around his friends. When you were a freshman, somewhere in the back of your brain, you even envied the circle of friends he had around him, daydreaming about fitting in with them when you were lonely at lunch break. That was before you met Jimin at volleyball practiceâ the extracurricular you lasted in only for a week with the intention of making some friends (at least it worked) â and moved in with her in your second semester when both of your roommates decided to drop out. The girl provided you with undeniable love and care, and while you no longer desired to fit into a circle like Huang Renjunâs, talking to him now makes you feel like a child with crushed dreams.
âIâm sorry?â is all you get out as you stare at him with shock. If you were in a better mood, you wouldâve searched through your brain to find a snarky remark to bite back at the boy. Itâs too early in the morning and you werenât prepared for his attitude, though, so you only opt to stare at him as he sighs in what you presume is annoyanceâ or defeatâ as he scatters through his backpack and takes you a notebook, opening it to the first page and clicking his pen he found somewhere in the depths of his bag so he can write with it.
Too taken aback from his sudden change of mind, you wait for him to initiate any other action. You really donât feel like getting screamed at again, so you chose to play it safe as you watch the man scribble the words Final project at the very top of the paper, underlining it two times and circling it five, the weird ritual making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
â25 pages. We split half and half, so you can come up with whatever you want. We can do the design together and I really couldnât give less shit about who works on the cover, so if you really want to do it, you can. Good?â he says, not once looking at you as he writes the words down on the paper.Â
âAmazing,â you bite back with irony, shuffling your chair closer to the table so you can take a look at his notes, âthe magazine has to have a coherent theme, though, doesnât it? If we work on the pages by ourselves and just do whatever, as you said, itâs gonna be shit.â
You chose to accommodate yourself to the pattern of his speechâ a habit you always do with new people, but in this situation, what feels the most safe. Seeing the man sigh again, twirling the ballpoint pen in between his fingers, he shrugs at your point and offers you a half-assed solution.
âWe can figure that out later.â
Biting back a chuckle at his comment, itâs now your turn to sigh. Why was he being so difficult? Is it really that hard to make an effort on something important, especially when he was the one who said he wanted to work with you in the first place? Shaking your head in disbelief at his actions, you lean back in your chair and take out your own notebook, set on the decision of brainstorming as much as you can, hopefully coming out with some solid ideas you could incorporate in the magazine.
You have no idea what direction Renjun would go with. You donât know anything about his interests or hobbies, and you surely donât know what would inspire him or what he would want to write about. And with his new change of persona, you find him even more unreadable than heâs been in the pastâ and you canât say you like the way he treats you right now. It seems like his sudden metamorphosis managed to change his brain synapses as well, because this is not the idea of Huang Renjun that you knew until now.
Chewing on the end of your pencil, you take a glimpse of your seatmate. He is messily scribbling something down onto his paper, seemingly realizing that the sooner you start working on this, the better, and with how full his paper seems to be, you wonder if this project wonât be that hard to complete after all.
âWeâre doing the cover together,â you mumble out, seeing as the boy tears his eyes off his paper, glaring at you instead.
Almost expecting him to snap at you again, awaiting his suggestion that you will be the one doing all the work, youâre left with an answer that satisfies you with yet another surprise. âIf you really insistâŚâ
âAre you really sure you want to do this right now?â Jimin asks you as you put on your shoes at the door, slinging your backpack containing not only your laptop and notebooks, but also snacks just in case you get hungry. Looking at her through the hair falling into your face that you efficiently get out of the way with a poof of breath coming out of your mouth, you chuckle at her distress. The girlâs been watching you get ready for the last 15 minutes, with her robe on and bowl of guacamole in her right palm, eating up on the tortilla chips every once in a while as she squints at you with disbelief.
âYeah, why not?â you shrug. âIf heâs initiating this, I donât see a problem. Besides, I think that if I donât take every chance I get, Iâll end up working on the project alone, and I really donât like that idea.â
Humming in agreement for the first time since you told your roommate that Renjun texted you if you wanted to work on the project today, Jimin motions to the phone sitting at the entryway table next to the front door. âWell, just make sure to text me if anything goes wrong and Iâll come pick you up,â she suggests, making you giggle at her noticeable worry.Â
âOkay, mum,â you shake your head in disbelief, finally slugging the backpack over your shoulder and walking out of the door of your apartment.Â
The truth is, you canât really blame Jimin for her over-protective behavior. Ever since you retold her everything that happened that one time in Journalism class, sheâs been wary of Huang Renjun. You would agree with all of her arguments of how much of a dick he is when acting like that, but you also donât really think you have to put more energy into hating him at this moment, since it wonât really help you with your assignment and you donât have any other choice. You are stuck with a grumpy project partner and thatâs how the rest of your semester will goâ you just have to learn how to live with his annoying remarks and snarky comments at whatever you say. Who knows, he may be in his âhating all womenâ era, considering the breakup and allâŚ
You canât say you werenât surprised when he added you on Instagram and messaged you about the project this afternoon, though. Considering that you were always the one initiating the talks about the final assignment over the course of the last few weeks, you werenât expecting him to finally be the one reaching out. You would be stupid to not take him up on the offer, since you donât know if it will happen ever againâ who knows, he might have accidentally smashed his head into something and get a sudden revelation that is only a one time type of situationâ and thatâs exactly why you responded to him almost immediately (to which you admittedly, got a bit of an ick from yourself) and agreed to meet him at 6 in his apartment.
You were pleasantly surprised to learn that his place was only a 15 minute walk away from yours when he texted you the address, and after a few more minutes of scrolling through his Instagram that was privateâ and therefore hidden away from your eyes until nowâ you set yourself on the difficult journey.
Upon arriving at the apartment building, ringing the door bell and texting him to let you in just in case, so he knows itâs you, you start to feel a bit nervous, though. The truth is, you donât really know what youâre getting yourself into as you walk into the elevator and press the button that takes you to the fourth floorâ as he texted you the moment the door to the complex openedâ and you think itâs safe to imagine you could be running out of that apartment at any given moment. Maybe Jimin was right and you shouldâve taken at least some self-defense tools with you. You never know these days.
Once the elevator door opens and you step outside of the small space, you get prepared to take out your phone again to text him and ask which door leads to his apartmentâ the right or leftâ when youâre surprised with the sight of Huang Renjun already waiting for you in the doorway, loose sweatpants, messy hair and all, expecting your arrival.
Clearing your throat, you tightly smile at the male. âHello.â
âHi,â is all he responds as he moves away from the door and disappears into the apartment, seemingly thinking you're going to follow him and get inside, no questions asked. You expected at least an invitation to his premises, even a wave of his hand would be nice, you think, but you guess you canât really have expectations that high when it comes to menâ especially if the man in question is the insufferable Huang Renjun.
Taking your shoes off at the entranceâ because even though your host doesnât have good manners, you still doâ the figure of Huang Renjun suddenly appears in the doorway of one of the rooms, watching you put the sneakers into a corner that seems to be designated for footwear. Looking up at him with expecting eyes, he finally breaks the awkward silence as he takes a step inside one of the rooms, calling you to go after him.
âWe can work here, I guess,â he mumbles, leading you into what you presume is a living room connected to a kitchenâ the place is not that big, but you are a broke university student too, so you donât have it in you to judge. The place is surprisingly clean and adorned with multiple plants all around the corners of the room and windowsills, the only thing out of place being some dishes at the kitchen counter, waiting to be either used or put away, since they look washed. Thereâs a sofa in the shape of an L in the middle of it all, a TV sitting right opposite of it on a small TV stand, and when you notice an opened laptop on the coffee table, you presume that this is your work station for the day. You half expected him to invite you to his bedroom, but you guess that you canât really complainâ this feels much less awkward anyway.Â
Nodding at his words, you move to the sofa and rest your backpack against the foot of it. Taking out your laptop as well, you sit crossed-legged at the soft cushions as you watch Renjun walk over to the kitchen side of the room, opening up a cupboard and taking out two glasses, bringing them to the crowded coffee table alongside with a bottle of soda. You think this is his way of welcoming you in as your guest, but you donât have it in yourself to thank himâ heâs the one being silent all the time anyway. You wonât put effort unless he does.
The boy silently takes a seat opposite of you, but chooses the carpeted floor instead of the sofaâ a sight that almost makes you chuckle in amusement when he struggles to fold his legs in the small spaceâ sighing and bringing the laptop closer to himself, rubbing a palm across his face in presumed tiredness.Â
âDid you work on the ideas for the articles?â you ask, voice low, as if you were afraid to speak first, now that youâre in his space. âIf theyâre too different from mine, we can make like⌠sections⌠in the magazine⌠or something like that. But I think it would be easier if they correlated, you know.â
Renjun hums, not giving you many words this time either. Heâs always difficult to work with, but today, it irritates you twice as muchâ maybe because youâve gone out of your way to meet him at his apartment, when it was all his idea to work on the project today in the first place. Sighing in disappointment, the boy takes it as a hint that you expect more of him than tired hums and silent nods, and so he opens his mouth to speak, soft voice echoing through the silent apartment.
âI did,â he says, âdonât really know what youâre going for, but I have a short list.â
Satisfied with his answer, you nod. âCan I see it?â
Shrugging, he looks around for a while, eyes searching through the place as he finally finds the paper peeking out from the bottom of the coffee tableâ so much for the seemingly clean spaceâ and offers the A4 format to you, scribbles in blue ink almost unreadable as you squint onto them, bringing them closer to your face. Once your eyes finally get adjusted to his handwriting, you manage to decipher a few of the words heâs written down; some of his ideas are neatly described, yet, some of them are just a simple word that barely gives you any idea of what he truly meant to say.
The difference between more thought-out ideas like âKaraoke songs (history, questionnaire of favorites across the campusâŚ)â, âThe importance of art in educationâ, âHow to really use wikipediaâ and simple words like âcampusâ, âfestivalsâ and âsoccer(?)â almost makes you laugh out loud, but you note that the boy actually took the time of his day to work on the project like he promised you he would the last time you spoke about it in class, so you canât really say anything mean to him, for you truly think it would hurt his pride. Nodding as you finish reading over the list, you offer the paper back to him, noticing him watching you with eyes full of undeniable expectancy.
âSatisfied?â he asks, irony seeping through his voice.Â
Rolling your eyes at himâ because of course he has to be annoying about everythingâ you choose to not play by his rules, opting to nod instead and let the tiniest bit of irritation show only through your ironic smile as you reply to him. âVery, actually.â
Seeing as heâs satisfied with himself, you choose to continue to lead this meeting with the same energy as to this moment. You think itâs the safest choice, and itâs also what he seems to be comfortable with, so you donât beat around the bush and speak up again. âI think it wonât be that hard to combine our lists, since our ideas arenât that different,â you note, cringing at the suggestion that you and the man in front of you actually kind of think alike, âbut I think it would be nice if we chose a few topics and wrote about them together. I bet the professor would like to see some articles written by the both of us, so it shows that we actually worked on it together, donât you think?â
âNot really,â he mumbles under his breath, taking you off guard. See, maybe you got ahead of yourself when you thought that this afternoon might go by smoothlyâ you forgot for a moment that Huang Renjun enjoys the idea of being a total ass to the people around him (or you, at least) these days. Huffing at his response, you furrow your brows in disbelief.
âWhy not?â
âJust⌠donât wanna,â he answers shortly, shrugging in nonchalance.
The sight of him in front of you, not even sharing eye contact as he points his gaze towards his laptop, makes your blood boil. What does he even think of himself? You were starting to think that Jimin was rightâ you shouldâve rethought this interaction over and spared yourself the trouble, because this was surely not going anywhere.
âLook, I donât know whatâs gotten into you, but you were clearly the one that told me we were project partners, so I donât know why youâre being so difficult about this-â you huff, but are instantly cut off by your partner.
âIâm being difficult?â
âYes,â you jump in, âyes you are! And I donât get why you even invited me over to work on this, when you clearly donât have the slightest intention to do so in the first place!â you complete, almost ready to stand up from your place on the light-brown sofa and storm out of his apartment.Â
He chuckles at your outburst, rolling his eyes. âWell, Iâm sorry Iâm not in the mood to work on a stupid project after arguing the whole day on the phone with my cheating ex-girlfriend,â he mutters.
The moment those words come out of his mouth, it seems like the already silent apartment gets even quieter. Staring at him in dumbfoundance, the spark that ignited the anger in you suddenly dies out as you ponder on your next actions. Because what does one do when your project partner suddenly overshares possibly one of the most traumatic and heartbreaking facts about himself so casually, in between snarky comments and a petty argument? Sure, you do feel sorry for him nowâ because no matter how shitty a person acts to you, nobody deserves to get cheated onâ and you suddenly wonder if the whole change of atmosphere in his character isnât the direct result of this very fact.Â
You canât tell him that youâre sorryâ because frankly, you know that Huang Renjun doesnât want your pity. He doesnât want to hear that you feel sorry for him and what happened, because youâre not friends and youâre not close enough for you to express such feelings towards him. A question arises in the very same essence, though, making you wonder why he even chose to share this information with you in the heat of the moment in the first place, and even though you could excuse his lack of motivation to work on the project by this fact, it still doesnât change the reality that he was the one initiating the whole thing, and suddenly, you feel confused.Â
He invited you over to work on a project, even though his mood was shitty and he didnât have the motivation to do so. One would find that ridiculous, but if you really look past the sharp eyes and the bleached mess on his head, you could see the true intention behind his actionsâ the poor boy just wanted a distraction. And with how empty his apartment seems to be right nowâ his roommate, Donghyuck (a person that Jimin shares a Finance class with, as you learned this very afternoon) is nowhere to be seenâ you only bet you were the last option he had instead of wallowing himself in pity and terror.Â
Jimin would argue that youâre stupid for your next actionsâ you would even agree, because this truly doesnât feel like youâ but still, despite going against yourself in a way, you close the laptop sitting in your lap and reach over to the soda he placed in the middle of the coffee table, pouring yourself a glass. You donât leave his apartment like you fantasized of doing just a few minutes ago; instead, after downing the sickeningly sweet liquid, the bubbles hurting your throat, you rest your back against the sofa and watch the boy in a new light.
âOkay, letâs not work on the assignment, then,â you calmly say, âwanna watch something on Netflix instead?â you ask, seeing him staring at you with confusion in his expression.
âI donât-â
âItâs okay if you donât have it, I can log in with my roommateâs account. Sheâs probably watching Singleâs Inferno right now, but Iâll text her to find something better to do instead,â you donât let him finish his sentenceâ because you already know that heâd try to protest to your suggestionâ shrugging in nonchalance as you reach over to the TV remote you find sandwiched between the sofa cushions.
Turning the TV on, not even sparing a glance to the grumpy-looking boy sitting on the floor opposite of you, the shuffling of clothes and socked-feet on the ground lands into your ears, a figure taking the remote out of your hand when you canât figure out how the TV works, a low mumble full of fake offendance masking the shameful, yet clear gratitude in his voice.
You donât miss it as you look over at him with a tight-lipped smile, though, seeing the Netflix app suddenly come up on the TV, his shoulders relaxing as he settles into the cushions of the sickeningly colored sofa.Â
âOf course I have Netflix, what do you think I am, poor?â he grunts.
âŚand the old Renjun is back.
Arriving at class the next week, youâre finally met with less nervousness than the last few times. After interacting with Huang Renjun more and seeing him break his stone-cold demeanor in front of you as you two watched Netflixâ he even made popcorn after the second episode of Unsolved mysteries you decided to watch when you saw the show in his âcontinue watchingâ list and gushed about how itâs your favorite (to which he told you that youâre weird, but heâs the one binge watching it too, so you really donât know why youâre the problem and he's not). Thankfully he doesnât seem as smug and insufferable as he did before. Itâs not like youâre suddenly best friends or anything, but you can feel the ice between you melting with every word he sends your way that isnât laced with ironyâ not that there's many of them, since Huang Renjun loves his sarcasmâ but itâs progress in your book.
Walking over to your usual seat in the classroom, making your backpack fall to the ground next to your desk with a soft thud, you sit at the chair and take out your things for the class when you notice something standing in the way of your notebook and pencil case in the middle of the table.Â
Furrowing your brows in confusion, you move the cup of coffee out of your way, closer to your seatmateâs side. Sighing, you mumble under your breath. âDonât you have enough space for your things on your side of the table?â
âThatâs yours,â he deadpans. Gaze switching between the cup of iced americano from the coffee shop at the corner of the campus (you know it by the plastic cup with their logo on itâ it's too tacky for your liking and you even gushed about it to Jimin the day the cafĂŠ opened) and the blonde boy next to you, confusion doesnât seem to leave your insides as you let out an unfocused hum, showing him that youâre still not following.Â
âDo you not like coffee or something?â he hisses, seemingly annoyed at your expression. If you saw yourself in the mirror, maybe youâd understand his frustrationâ your brows are furrowed and there's a crease in the middle of your forehead from how hard you're racking your brain to come up with answersâ but now, youâre just in utter disbelief. Maybe you are a little slowâ itâs only 8 in the morning, to your defenseâ but you really donât remember bringing coffee to school today. Especially not an iced americanoâ you donât like the bitter taste, opting to choose a sweeter drink like a caramel macchiato or the infamous pink drink that Jimin teased you for the last time you got it. So how did this strange cup of coffee end up on your table?
Looking around the space, noticing another half-empty cup of coffee on Renjunâs side of the table, the label on the plastic the same as the cup that was waiting on your side, you finally connect the dots. âDid you get that for me?â
âYeah,â he nods, not even looking at you as he agrees, taking another sip of his coffee instead.Â
Now, you do finally know where the strange cup of coffee came from. Why did Renjun buy you coffee in the first place, though, is still a mystery to you, but you guess with how heâs avoiding your gaze, eyes glued to the white board and an uninterested expression sitting on his face, you think itâs better to not ask him any other follow-up questions. He did something nice for you, and with how your thoughts and rationalization are the only clues you can use in figuring out the reason behind it, you wonder if this was his way of apologizing for being rude to you and thanking you for hanging out with him last week.
âThanks,â you mumble out instead, smiling at his humming figure that barely acknowledges your spoken gratitude. Taking a sip of the drink, while trying really, really hard not to scowl at the bitter taste, you shift your focus on the class instead, taking notes from time to time. Drinking the coffee as if it was a disgustingly tasting medicine your mother forced you to take when you were littleâ you hated the taste, but had to get through it anywayâ you eventually finish your iced americano somewhere in the middle of the lecture. You feel kind of proud of your acting skills, but thereâs also an annoying voice somewhere in the back of your head asking you why you even forced yourself to get through that drink anyway and why is it that you didnât want to hurt Renjunâs feelings by refusing it in the first place.Â
But like anyone in your position would, you shush that voice out of your head.
âDid you finish watching the whole season last week?â you ask instead, suddenly interested in having a conversation with him. After you told Jimin about how your weird hang-out with Renjun went, she practically scolded you for not going home right after he let out the first snarky comment out of his mouth. And maybe sheâs right and the whole thing youâre trying to doâ but what are you even trying to do in the first place? â makes you seem like youâre out of your mind, but at the end of the day, you did finally progress in watching the TV show after putting it on hold for multiple months because your dear roommate wouldnât stop begging you to watch all of the seasons of Too hot to handle with you instead, so itâs a win in your book.
âI didnât,â he replies, his voice quiet enough only for you to hear, not interrupting the rest of the class, âHyuck, my roommate, didnât come home until like 11pm and I got too creeped out to watch it alone after you left,â he completes, his face completely serious as he utters out the laughable words.
Chuckling at his response, you see him crack a smile from the corner of your eye. The sight is a rather pleasant one, for you think you've forgotten how it looks in what seems like ages since the obvious breakup with his girlfriend happened, the reminder of his squinted eyes and full cheeks making you feel accomplished, in a way. âDidnât think you were the type to get scared so easily,â you tease him.
âNot scared,â he huffs out, offended, âjust creeped out. Thatâs different.â
âDid you wait for your roommate because you were too scared to go to sleep?â you test the waters with more teasing, your tone light and playful.
âNo, I waited for him because the last time he got home late and I was asleep, he came home drunk and broke down the door to his room and we had to get it replaced,â he announces, making you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand as you almost burst out into a loud giggle.Â
âYou know what? Yeah. Valid.â
Your conversation falls silent after that, and it makes your spirit fall for a split second. You donât even know why you wanted it to continueâ you donât know your seatmate, and frankly, you shouldnât have the desire to do so in the first place. But the sudden act of service thrown your way, although the coffee was disgusting and he couldâve presented the gift to you in a different, more welcoming way, made you get your hopes upâ about what exactly, though?Â
Jimin always told you that desperately wanting to be everyoneâs friend (despite being socially awkward and kind of nervous around new people), is one of your best and worst qualities at the same time. Best, because it means that youâre nice to peopleâ worst, because youâre nice even to people that donât deserve your kindness; and you also get too disappointed when people donât share the same enthusiasm with you. Maybe some friendships are meant to keep at surface level, and if this was the type of relationship you and your project partner are about to have, youâre going to have to let go of that annoying voice in your head that keeps telling you to get deeper than that level.
âWhy did you dye your hair, by the way?â you ask him nonetheless, after a few heartbeats of silence, curiosity getting the best of you. The moment this question leaves your mouth, you regret itâ thinking you somehow couldâve made the boy uncomfortable, your words annoying to his earsâ but instead of rolling his eyes at you or telling you to shut up, he replies instead. The reaction surprises youâ he really conditioned you to think that every question of yours is going to be met with spite and tantrum, didn't he?
âDunno,â he says, shrugging, âthey say blondes have more fun, so I think itâs only natural to go blonde when youâre sad. To cancel it out, or something,â he snickers as he looks at you, realizing the implication of his words makes the whole statement kind of embarrassing, his tight-lipped smile being the proof of his internal battle not to cringe at his explanation.
You understand, humming in acknowledgment. Youâre just a simple woman, after allâ you very well understand the urge to change your hair after a breakup. While it is a visible proof of his mental breakdown, you guess you canât really blame him for trying to feel like there are things that are under his control; even if itâs just the color of his hair.
Walking along Renjun, the atmosphere is thick and a little awkward. Your bag is heavy on your back and youâre slowly starting to feel a bit of an ugly sting in your bones from it; you mourn the fact that you decided to ask Renjun to walk there with you instead of having to take the bus by yourself, too afraid of getting the address wrong and getting lost along the way. Youâd love any kind of transport instead of your own two legs right now, since the walk seems to be never ending and youâre pretty certain that the backs of your feet have calluses from wearing your new shoes that you got from a clearance sale from the Nike store at the corner of the town.Â
Clearing your throat, you decide to spark up a conversation. It seems like you always have to be the one to initiate things when it comes to Renjunâ itâs kind of ironic, though, when you think of the fact that he was the one that made you be his project partner in the first place.âWhy did you wanna do the article about the shelter? I didnât know you were an animal person,â you hum, testing the waters with a casual question.Â
Looking up at you, furrowing his brows, the man offers you an indifferent shrug. âMy friend Taeyong works there and he wanted to advertise the shelter a little, so I offered to take pictures for his Facebook page in exchange for me writing the article about it,â he mumbles, âhe thinks that would give the shelter more exposure too, but I doubt it. Nobodyâs gonna read our fake magazine anyway, itâs just an assignmentâŚâ
Humming, you kick the rocks on the pavement, a tight-lipped smile appearing on your face. Huang Renjun must do a lot for his friends, you think. You remember him taking pictures for his friend Xiaoting onceâ sheâs an influencer (a model, if you want) and well known around the campus. When you saw his instagram username in one of the picture descriptions one day, you were surprised at the quality of those shoots (and it also led you to stalking his instagram for a bit, but thatâs not the main point of this conversation). You also remember seeing him with his friends Shotaro and Yangyang in a team when it was your schoolâs annual Sports day (youâd argue that youâre not high schoolers anymore and this day is useless, but your classmates seem to think otherwise) trying his best, despite not really liking sports in the first placeâ or so you heard and seen from how badly he did in most disciplines except from runningâ and if thatâs not a sign of him doing everything he could just to make his friends happy, you donât know what is. So to see him doing an article about the animal shelter Taeyong works at, despite being more of a plant person himself, youâre not as surprised as you thought youâd be. He does show affection to his friends, after allâ youâre just not one of them to see that side of him often.
Walking some more, you eventually end up in front of a big building painted a light tangerine color, windows decorated with pretty curtains on full display to you. Renjun chimes in like a regular, crossing multiple halls and taking sharp turns before youâre met with the image of a taller man with dark brown hair putting small, pastel colored collars on necks of a few little creatures running around the room, despair clearly written on his face.
âNo! Donât run away, oh god-â
Chuckling at the view of yet another kitten running away from his hands, you admire the fluffy little cats crawling all around the place, your heart quickly softening at the sight of them. Itâs been a while since you were around animals yourselfâ the dog you had back home died the summer before the semester started and you werenât really in the mood to get a new one, since you werenât going to be around much anyway.Â
When yet another kitten escapes the manâs hold, you find yourself watching Renjun as he crouches to the floor and swiftly takes one into his hands, walking closer to the man with collars in his hands, grinning to himself. âHere you go.â
âMan, the cats hate me⌠where did you two get here?â he shakes his head in disbelief, putting a collar onto the small cat before he pets it on its tiny head.
âJust a minute ago,â Renjun says, âis that one Poppy?â he asks, reading the name tag dangling from the little band around its head, affection filling his words.
âNow it is. I got confused when they all started running around,â he shrugs, sighing as he looks around the room, counting the last few kittens that needed their collars. His eyes soon land on you, a welcoming smile spreading on his boxy lips. âHey! Iâm Taeyong. You must be Y/N.â
âNice to meet you,â you smile, trying to make yourself seem as nice as possible. You donât know what Renjun told him about you, but if they were bad things, you only hope to undeceive the man with your warm attitude.Â
Renjun then puts the kitten down, and while youâd expect it to run away from him and join its siblings in the corner of the room, the creature does quite the oppositeâ it stays by his side and lays on the ground close to him, making even Taeyong himself gasp at the image. âWow,â he snickers, âyou should start coming here every time I need to put these on them, youâre like a cat whisperer.â
While the two of them chat, you stay a little behind, not really wanting to intrude. You take off the heavy bag and take out your camera, deciding to take a few pictures of the shelter instead, so you can say you worked on the interview with him. You think itâs expected of you, since he asked you to come along despite being absolutely fully capable of doing the interview with his friend alone, so you do your work and zoom in on the two of them talking, snapping a few quick pictures.Â
After a while, you take a seat on the groundâ being the infamous enjoyer of sitting on the hard surface of it, earning yourself a lot of scolding screams from your mother growing upâ and fully take in the interior. The walls are the same light tangerine color as the outside ones, and thereâs a little enclosure in the corner of the room that would surely make Taeyongâs job much easier if only he had used it. There are bags of cat food in the other corner of the room, and while the shelter doesnât look very modern or fancy, you think itâs kinda homey and welcoming. You bet kids would love it hereâ with the colorful atmosphere and the smiley worker running around catching kittens, and after a while of taking pictures of everything your eyes land on, you find your inner child healing, little by little.
The truth is, you always wanted a cat. But you were never able to get one, because your mother hates them. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you petted strays on the street and begged her to take them home, you never won this battleâ so you had to settle on a dog. And donât get me wrong, you loved your dog, but at the end of the day, you knew you were more of a cat person anyway.
Reaching forward a little, noticing the kitten waddling your way, you think of petting itâ it quickly jumps out of your reach, though, too scared of your touch, and youâre left frowning, the bubble bursts at the rejection from the small ball of fluffiness.
âTaeyong?â you hear a voice of a woman call from the door, the man swiftly turning to her with brows raised in question. âThey need your help with the big dogs. They keep dragging Yeri on the leash and sheâs too weak to get them to their cages.â
âOh,â the man deadpans, scratching his neck for a bit before he turns to Renjun again, escaping the room in one swift motion, âIâll be right back!â
The room falls silent after that, no longer having the background noise of their conversation playing as you observe the animals. You feel the atmosphere growing thicker again, and as time passes by, you find yourself taking short glances at your project partner, wondering whatâs on his mind. One moment, heâs crouching down and petting the cats that come his way, the other, he is gazing out of the window with a soft frown that takes over his features like a dark shadow, and you wonder when this expression really settled into his face and made itself the default, and why is it not willing to leave. Not really knowing what to say or what to do to make the boy thatâs still so out of your reach feel any better, you opt for silence, even though it does get quite heavy and thick over timeâ and the truth is, you donât even know why you notice yourself feeling this way so often around him, when all heâs done was give you the cold shoulder so often and then offer you an iced americano you donât even like in the first place.
Minutes pass and the silence slowly makes your ears ring; you desperately try to find a good solution in your brainâ create a script where hanging out with Renjun is easier and less nerve-wreckingâ but still, thereâs nothing and youâre left with the awkwardness and hesitance. Sighing when another kitten escapes your grasp, you put your hands into your lap and give up on the task, settling on just watching them insteadâ there was no use in you trying to pet one when all it wanted to do was run away from you.
Watching the group of fluff jumping at each other and sleeping all around the room, your focus only shifts when thereâs a kitten suddenly thrusted into your point of view, its big blue eyes staring you down making you awe. You wonder how it got there in a moment of full stupidity before you look up and see your project partner, the cat magnet himself, holding the cat up to you, waiting for you to take it into your hold and pet it. Gazing at him with mouth agape in confusion, he slowly puts the cat into your lap, petting the creature when it settles, and takes a seat opposite of you all in the span of a few seconds, the action making you smile uncontrollably.
âTheyâre adorable, arenât they?â he mumbles, watching as you pet the kitten in your lap, cooing at the soft fur. Thereâs a hint of you that desperately wants to adopt it once you finally pet the small cat, but you know that it wouldnât be a smart ideaâ animals are banned at dorms and you donât think youâd have enough energy to take care of another living creature right now anyways.
âThey are,â you hum, âI always wanted one.â
âWhy didnât you get one, then?â
âMy mum doesnât like them very much,â you mumble, pouting at the small creature in your hold, as if to apologize for the words coming out of your mouth.
He hums in acknowledgement, picking up another kitten that waddles his way, putting it up on his thighâ his body now sitting cross-legged on the floor. Watching as the animal crawls up his body and tickles him with its claws, soft laughter erupts out of him, making you smile unconsciously at the boy.Â
âIâm not really into animals that much,â he says, further proving your earlier claims. Seeâ in some ways, Renjun is easy to read. Just by looking at him, you could tell heâs not a fan of sweet beverages; you can tell he enjoys black coffeeâ just like the one he brought you that dayâ and herbal teas, perfectly matching the image of him in your head thatâs surrounded by plants rather than animals, just the bit of greenery you saw around the kitchen very clearly still alive and thriving making you believe you are correct in this assumption as well. One can say a lot about a person by the way they dress, and with Renjunâs casual, yet cozy attire, you can tell he dresses for himself, choosing comfort over style, but still looking effortlessly put together at the same time. You would never strike him as someone that makes spontaneous decisions, rather being more focused on a plan, so to see him dye his hair so randomly is a sign of the fact that thereâs something crumbling inside of himâ a sense of security, maybe a feeling of stablenessâ that he tries so hard to grasp.Â
âThey are into you, though,â you giggle when the kitten purrs at his touch, pointing at the cross-eyed creature.Â
âWhat can I say,â he shrugs, âI guess Iâm that irresistible.â
There arenât many opportunities for you to laugh at his jokes. Mainly because he doesnât make many, but also because you always notice them being self-deprecating, and you donât want to support that idea in his head. At this one, though, you send him a soft chuckle and a roll your eyes, showing how you seemingly think the idea is ridiculous and his joke is corny, but deep inside knowing that you resonate with his words.
In a moment of selfishnessâ an indulgence you try to mask by the fact that you came here because of the assignment and this was your job in the first placeâ you take your camera and snap a picture of the boy in front of you, his hands holding the small kitten up in air and snickering when he sees you pointing the lens to him in order to capture him playing with the creature. You donât know what it is that makes your heart warm up at the image that comes up on the screen shortly after, but you figure thatâs a problem of future you and thereâs no use in pondering about it now.
You donât know how many minutes pass with just the two of you playing with the kittens, but when Renjun takes his phone out of his pocket and checks the time, you furrow your brows before he hums. âHeâs taking so much time,â he says, sighing.Â
All while playing with the fuzzy small balls, you didnât even notice the time passing by so quickly. You donât know how much time itâs been, but you assume it could be more than 35 minutes of the two of you left alone in the room, Taeyong seemingly too overwhelmed with the shelter responsibilities.
âMaybe we should go,â he offers, catching you off guard.
âOh,â you hum, âwell, maybe. But you havenât even done an interview with him yet,â you mumble, your hands lost in the soft fur of the kitten still laying in your lap.
âI can just send him the questions to his email. Perhaps, Iâm sure youâve taken more than enough pictures of the kittens for his Facebook page,â he snickers, shrugging, âI donât see why we should be staying here if heâs busy, weâre only putting more work on him.â
âI- I meanâŚâ you mumble, trailing off at the end. You donât really wanna say goodbye to the kittens, the healing in your heart not quite done yet, when the boy next to you laughs at what you presume is your emotions showing clearly on your face.
âUnless you wanna play with them more, of course. We can stay a little longer, then.â
The autumn season slowly fades into winter, time passing by quicker than you could even grasp. The shock and surprise of having to work on the lengthy project with Renjun morphs into a feeling of ordinarity, getting used to his mood slowly shifting from reserved and irritated to a one more pleasant, full of hesitant smiles and soft words when he notices you feeling down or disappointed with yourself, and a one more close to a brother-like teasing when he watches you arrive to his apartment to work on things. One would say you hit it off, your energies matching as you slowly get to know the boy, but still, thereâs a hint of something inside of you that makes you grow nervous around him whenever he is too close to your figure, your body falling limp and your brain working on overdrive. You wonder if itâs the sheer fact of simply not being fully used to his presence; while Jimin says youâre down bad for the man. Sheâs wrongâ or at least youâre convinced that she isâ and thatâs why you simply think the uncertain feeling of uneasiness that settles in your bones sometimes is the effect of the fact that you never truly know what to expect when you arrive at Renjunâs place.
Some days, when you arrive, thereâs a mess waiting for you in the living room, where you usually work on the project with Renjun. There are pots and pans with dried food everywhere and your partnerâs hands are foaming with washing liquid when he opens the door for you, and you giggle at the sight. Other days, the apartment is full of people you donât know and Renjun has to throw them out with a scream saying that the group was supposed to leave two hours ago, and when you come on weekends, he lets you in wearing sweatpants and bed hair, as if he spent the whole day in his sheets. Dare you say, this is your favorite version of himâ his eyes are half-lidded and he moves slowly, even his remarks arenât as harsh as they tend to get. Jimin once argued and told you that you two donât even need to meet that often for the sake of the projectâ and on a weekend as wellâ but youâd say it adds to the value of the magazine if you two can get opinions out of each other and review each otherâs writing in real time.Â
Some days, his roommate is home, and thatâs when you join Renjun in his room so you two get a bit of privacy (not that youâre doing anything that requires privacy. His roommate Donghyuck is just very nosy and he keeps asking you questions you donât have the time and energy to answer).Â
Today is one of these days, with his energetic roommate roaming the halls of the apartment, but this time, you two donât hide away in the comfort of Renjunâs small, yet very organized room. Sitting in the living room of his and Hyuckâs shared apartment, your bottom meeting the carpeted floor instead of the cushions of their couch, your laptop screen darkening when you donât work on the device for some time and it puts itself to sleep mode. The reason for said action is your attention being somewhere completely elseâ on Donghyuckâs figure trailing in and out of the room, each time wearing a different outfit than before.
âWhat about this one, Y/N? Do I look good?â he asks, posing like a model that didnât pass an audition in any modeling agency, their dream of flashing a smile on the title pages of Vogue fading out of their sight.
You burst out laughing at the weird combination. You donât remember Donghyuck ever being bad at fashion from the few times you've met him before he left their apartment to attend a party or go to classâ youâre quite certain that his habit to always tuck in his shirts into his skinny jeans, the stylistic choice showcasing his long legs making not one, but many girls, boys and others salivate over him. But when seeing him in a tragic combination of cowboy boots and a cow-print shirt, you canât help but giggle.
âHyuck, now youâre just taking the shit. Thatâs your Halloween costume from last year,â the boy next to you on the ground whines, running his hands through his hair in despair.
âOkay, but what if I really want to wear it?â he asks all innocent, his roommate now faking a cry in response, âbesides, I was asking Y/N, so you shut your mouth.â
âI think itâs great,â you nod, wiping the corner of your eyes from the stray tears that fall off from the laughter youâve been doing at the interaction. Your assignment was long forgotten the first moment Donghyuck decided to pay you a visit in the living room, starting with shitting on his professor for making him study on a weekend (which you argued that he couldâve started with earlier in the week, to which he glared at you and asked if he looks like a nerd), and then proceeding to do everything but studyâ starting with making a smoothie in the living roomâ while efficiently making so much noise with the mixer every time Renjun spoke up, annoying the short maleâ to giving you a make-shift fashion show.
âDo you want me to embarrass myself? See, I wore this to test if you were being genuine, but I see now that youâre on Renjunâs side,â he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief and escaping the living room, making you burst out laughing even more as you hear the door to his room shut with a loud thud.
Heâll come back soonâ youâre sure of it.
And youâre right. After Renjun manages to let out a loud noise of despair at the fact that he has to live with someone like Lee Donghyuckâ not only now, he complains about it every other day, when the latter drags him to parties only for him to be the designated driver for the night and get him home safely, or how he makes him pay for dinner he orders for the both of them without askingâ the other man joins you in the living room again, now dressed casually in sweatpants and a loose shirt.
âOkay, the fashion showâs over. I think Iâll go with the first outfit, just by the way, because it matches my eyes,â he says, quite seriously, to which Renjun only sighs.
âHyuck, your eyes are brown.â
âOkay and?â
âThat what you wore wasâ you know what, never mindâŚâ Renjun shakes his head as he stops himself mid-sentence, making you snicker at the mental image of the outfit Donghyuckâs talking about, because frankly, Renjun is right with his frustration. The shirt his roommate wore was blue, and while it didnât clash in the slightest, it surely didnât match the brown depth of Donghyuckâs orbs, and thatâs what makes the whole thing that much funnier.
Turning your head around to watch Renjunâs roommate moving through the kitchen area, opening up the fridge and pouring himself a glass of milkâ you donât even dare to question him anymoreâ you ask. âWhat is the occasion anyway?â
âJisungâs birthday party,â he mumbles, taking a sip, âyou know Park Jisung, right?â
âNever heard of him,â you shake your head, seeing as the man widens his eyes at you with surprise.
âNo? Well, youâre gonna get to know him soon, then,â he says, shrugging.
âThat sounds like a threat,â you giggle, âwhat do you even mean?â
To that, Donghyuck shifts his eyes to his roommate sitting next to you on the ground, shrugging. âWell, I assumed you were invitedâŚâ he says, grinning to himself.
The man next to you audibly sighsâ what is the reason behind his frustration this time, you truly do not know, but with Renjun, thereâs always something getting on his nerves. He has a problem with having his anger in control sometimes.
Furrowing your eyebrows at the proposition, you shake your head. âWhy would I be invited to Park Jisungâs birthday party?â
âBecause itâs quite the event! Park Jisungâs turning into an adult, and to that, heâs throwing a big party, which means friends of friends of friends are invited,â he says, as if it was the most matter-of-fact information youâve ever heard, âand since youâre a friend of a friend, Iâd assume you get a pass.â
Shrugging, you mutter. âWell, I wasnât invited,â you add, not paying the whole party much thought.Â
The man squints his eyes at the two of you, eyes drifting from one figure to the other, humming to himself as if he was lost in thought. âOkay, thenâŚâ he mysteriously mumbles under his breath before downing the glass and putting it into the sink, completing his visit by exiting the living room.
âWould you come back and wash your dishes after yourself?â Renjun yells into the depths of the apartment, a sneaky remark being thrown his way almost immediately.
âNo, thank you!â
And after watching the interaction, you come to the conclusion that if you were living with Lee Donghyuck, you'd turn kind of crazy too. You canât even blame Renjun anymore. Truth be told, though, you didnât get much work done that Saturday, and you think his sheer presence might be the reason why.
âWhat do you think?â you ask, turning your laptop towards Renjun, the two of you currently sitting in the library, working on your project. Originally, you had planned to go to your placeâ but Jimin texted you last second that she has a guy over, and Renjun said his roommate has a gathering of some sort at his apartment, so you settled on the comfort and silence your university library provides. Not a lot of people are here during this time of the year; the exam season isnât that close yet and no oneâs panicking about last-minute studying, so only a few responsible students are currently scattered across the spacious room on the second floor, working on their essays. You bet theyâre humanities studentsâ they always have the most shit to do when it comes to essays. You study Journalism, but your roommate is a Sociology major, and you donât think youâve ever seen anyone write as many essays as Jimin in a single semester.
What youâre showing Renjun is an opened Microsoft Publisher document, your shared magazine shining from the blue light of the screen. Renjun sent you his copy of the pages heâs done with the animal shelter interview, and as you were looking at the columns of text and off-centered pictures, the perfectionist in you woke up and forced you to fix the tiny mistakes that didnât escape your eye.
âItâs different,â he hums, eyebrows furrowing as he examines the two-page spread, resting his head on his hand, plopped up on his elbow, and pushing his rimmed glasses further up his nose bridge. âDid you change anything?â
âI just⌠played around with it a little,â you mumble, afraid of what he thinks. As far as you know, he could flip out any second and scream at you for doing his work when it was perfectly fine the way he sent it to youâ at least the Huang Renjun you met a few weeks ago would certainly do thatâ and so you donât think itâs that unexpected of you to be so nervous about his opinion.
âThis picture wasnât here before,â he says, pointing to one of the pictures you neatly slotted into the corner of the pageâ it was one of your favorites, you must admit with severe embarrassmentâ with Renjun holding up a baby kitten, looking at it with softened eyes. When you looked at the page spread he sent you the other day, you couldnât believe he didnât add that picture. Something about it being your favoriteâ finding yourself admiring it when you look through the pictures on your cameraâs SD cardâ was enough to make you think itâs surely his favorite as well. It didnât matter that it didnât really fit the professional aura the whole spread radiates. For you, the magazine wasnât complete without including itâ think of that what you will.
âIt was asymmetrical without it, so I had to add itâŚâ you say, scratching the back of your neck. Thatâs a partial lieâ you could make it work if you moved the pictures around a little bit, but Renjun doesnât have to know that.
He hums, eyes scanning over the text, shrugging. âItâs nice. As long as you didnât change the text part, I donât mind,â he says, relief making your shoulders slouch down, not even noticing how tense youâve become, âI actually got bored while working on this, so I get that it didnât really look nice before. Thanks,â he completes, offering you a soft smile as he takes a sip of the black americano sitting on the desk.
âGood,â you nod, shaking off the nervousness from before, âokay.â
Scrolling through the document, moving a few things around, adding better punctuation here and there, the number of pages is still not hitting the criteria for your final grade. Thatâs okayâ you still have a lot of time to complete the magazine and you still have plenty of ideas. To execute them is another thing, but youâre sure youâll find a way.
âWhat about your interview?â Renjun suddenly asks, almost making you jump up from the surprise that is created by his voice suddenly cutting through the silence of the library.
âWhat about it?â you hum, looking at him. His hair is a little tousledâ heâs been putting in way less work than you today, laying on the table occasionally when you donât show him anything on your laptop for a while, acting more as your company than a help. It looks like the coffee on his table is the only thing keeping him awake, and you suddenly feel a little bad for insisting on working on the project even though your initial plans of doing it at your place fell through, because he seems to be exhausted.
âWell, I did the shelter, so you should do something too,â he says, shrugging, âor do something similar, you know⌠I think it would be nice to have you write about something from a reporter's perspective.â
âOh,â you nod, âwell, I dunno⌠I had a few ideas, but itâsâŚâ
âHm?â he motions for you to talk when your voice drifts out, eyes looking at you with patience and genuine interest. The change of demeanor thatâs been happening with him lately slightly shocks you, but you welcome the new character in him with open arms. Still, it doesnât mean you donât get a little hesitant around him whenever he shows you this side of himâ you donât really know how to react, or what to expect of him anymore. Itâs like walking on eggshells, but you canât say you hate the strange anticipation.
âWell, itâs stupid, butâŚâ you start, seeing him roll his eyes at the beginning of your proposition, âmy favorite writer is doing some sort of a fan sign slash q&a thing in the local library next week. Sheâs coming out with a new book, and I think it would be nice to get an interview with her, but sheâs probably very busy and everything, so that wonât work out.â
Looking at Renjun, feeling shy of the sudden revelation of hopes and dreams, you chew on your bottom lip in anticipation. The range of answers he could give you is truly bigâ he could laugh at you, tell you to go alone, or he could tell you that itâs a stupid idea, a boring one, even, or he could be supportiveâ the least likely response, you think. Sharing your idea with him makes you a little hesitant again, feeling a little naked in front of him, and you even avert your gaze towards your laptop and aimlessly scroll through the document to avoid his gaze, to seem more nonchalant and not at all bothered by his lack of words, when he gives you a tired hum.
âWell, you could at least do an article about the library, then. To advertise sustainability, and all⌠And kids these days donât read much, so I think itâs nice to talk about it,â he says, once again folding over the table and burrowing his face in the space between his folded arms and his chest, half sitting, half laying down on the furniture, âwanna go next week? Maybe we can catch that writer of yours.â
Allowing yourself to look at him, relief once again washing over you at the acceptance, you canât help but smile at his slurred words of affirmation. âI mean, Iâm downâŚâ
Doubting you could get the interviewâ not even trying to reach out to the writer, already setting yourself up for the expected failureâ you make plans to visit the library the said day with Renjun anyway. Youâll get your camera and maybe get some nice shots, maybe ask around for an interview from one of the nice, old librarians instead. Itâs not a bad idea, and it fits the vibe of your magazine quite nicely.
Who knows, maybe you could even get your book signed. Doesnât hurt to try.
You think it was safe to say that you didnât expect to see a text message pop up on the screen of your phone one afternoon, the black letters shining darkly on the bright screen with a hesitant, yet a little hurried invitation to Park Jisungâs birthday party. The whole interaction you had about it with Renjun and Hyuck was awkward, and so to see getting an invitation for yourself the day of the said event was a shocking concept, leaving you scrambling your things from various places of your apartment and putting them into a handbag before getting dressed for the occasion.Â
Quickly learning that Lee Donghyuck is a man of his wordâ meaning that he never lies, especially when it comes to big partiesâ your mouth hangs open when you arrive to the address Renjun texted you in the afternoon, the big mension-like building full of people youâve never seen before, leaving you to acknowledge that friends of friends of friends must have been invited to fill up the whole place, since itâs not possible for poor Park Jisung to know everyone at his birthday party. The fact makes you feel less special; the invitation not really making you feel like you were wanted there, the place breaking in its seams making you internalize a thought that you were there just to fill up the blank spaces and Renjun invited you only for the sheer fact of needing a lot of people for his friendâs party. A little disappointed, yet, still kind of amazed at the size of it all, you walk out of Jiminâs carâ she offered to drive you thereâ and hesitantly set your foot to the grass that divides the land from the sidewalk.Â
Feeling a little lost, turning your head in various directions to try to find anyone youâd knowâ Huang Renjun being the best alternative, since he was the one who invited you, after allâ you start to feel a little out of place when no one pays you any attention and the loud music filling your ears only acts as a distraction that slowly makes you oversaturated with stimulus. Just when you go to take your phone out of your bag to call either Renjun or your roommate to come back to pick you up and drive you to the safety of your apartment, a hand lands on your shoulder and makes you turn around in your tracks, a strange sense of comfort enveloping your insides when you see the short blonde peeking at you from under his carelessly styled bangs, a grin sitting on his face. âYouâre here!â
âYeah. I told you Iâd comeâŚ?â you mumble, observing Renjunâs sudden enthusiasm at your arrival, letting the man drag you inside of the building.Â
Youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel all the eyes of the guests on you. While you were a stranger to all of them, you are almost certain the popular Huang Renjun was one of the more known people of the bunch, catching attention of multiple friends of his and also friends of their friends, and suddenly, the feeling of his touch on your wrist as he drags you inside makes your skin burn, your brain almost overheating when you realize this might as well be the first time youâve had any sort of physical contact with the male. Fixing your gaze on his back, enveloped in an oversized leather jacket, you start to wonder if heâs drunk.
âDo you want anything to drink?â he asks, finally turning back to you when you arrive in the spacious kitchen. You wonder if this house is rented, or if Park Jisungâs one of the wealthy kids in the town. You truly have no knowledge on the man, and when you hesitantly look around the room, trying to sort out what alcohol they have in storeâ while mentally thinking of what would make you the least hammered, considering your low alcohol toleranceâ you feel Renjunâs eyes glued to you, heat inevitably rising to your cheeks. âWhatâs that in your hand?â he asks, making you jump out of your haze.
âOh,â you stutter, âI brought a birthday gift for Jisung,â you mumble, seeing Renjunâs glossy eyes blink at you a few times, his lips suddenly twitching up in amusement. In this moment, you think he truly must be drunk, his fingers reaching towards the gift bag in your left hand as he peeks inside, noticing the handwritten card and a box of chocolates you brought to the boy youâve never seen before. Your project partner cracks up as he puts the bag away to the corner of the room.
âYouâre too sweet for this world,â Renjun giggles as he looks back at you, making you widen your eyes in surprise at the affectionate words falling off his tongue.
âWhy?â
âNobody actually expected you to bring a gift, you know,â he says as he walks through the half-empty kitchen, eyes roaming over the solo cups filled with alcohol, âyou donât even know him. Half the people here donât know him and Iâm pretty sure half of his actual friend group didnât give him anything.â
âOh,â you blink, suddenly feeling stupid. âWell, I didnât want to seem rudeâŚâ you sheepishly mumble, scratching the back of your neck in hesitance. Maybe you did go a little overboardâ nobody can really blame you, though. Youâre not a big party goer, and since itâs someoneâs birthday, you only assumed itâs socially expected of you to bring a gift. And itâs Renjunâs friend, on top of thatâ one would say you wanted to give off a good impression, as his plus-one to the party, whatever that means. If you were considered that, to be exactâ with the amount of people here, though, you were starting to feel a little lost in the situation.
âSee, youâre too sweet,â he says, shrugging, eyes still fixated on the kitchen counter as he seemingly searches for a specific drink. Arm motioning towards one of the red solo cups, he suddenly turns to you and offers you the contents, smiling. âHe loves chocolate, though, so that giftâs gonna be his favorite. Well, if it even gets to him in this whole mess⌠rum and coke?â he asks, and without much thought, you eagerly take the cup from his hand, nodding.
âThanks,â you say, tasting the alcohol on your tongue. You donât tell him that rum and coke is your biggest enemyâ not because it tastes bad, quite the opposite, actually. You enjoy the mixture too much for you to control yourself sometimes. You can only pray that you donât get too loose tonight.
The manâs eyes stay strangely glued to your figure as you sip from the cup, and you almost open your mouth to tease him about itâ or ask if thereâs something on your face, either orâ when thereâs a chant coming out of one of the rooms outside, incoherent screams slowly forming into one recognisable wordâ a name, to be exactâ the voices calling Park Jisung, tonightâs birthday boy. Renjunâs eyes widen at that, his body moving fast as he tugs you by your hand again, almost spilling your drink in the process, your figure suddenly standing in a living room seemingly bigger than your whole apartment, the sight in front of you making you laugh.
A tall, lanky boy is thrown up in the air by the arms of multiple menâ one of which you recognise to be Hyuckâ as the whole room chants Jisung's name, the sight a little comedic in your eyes. Rose tint settles on Park Jisung's face as the whistling only gets louder, a few phones with the flash turned on pointed to his face, the moment captured in time. You wonder what the boy did in his life to get this amount of popularity, but you can only imagine that, as one would say, this could very well be a core memory for him. You only turn adult once in your life, and for some reason, the thought of Park Jisung doing so surrounded by his friends that threw him perhaps the biggest birthday party in the history of your university campus, you get a little emotional for him. Maybe Renjun was right with you being too sweet for this worldâ in this moment, though, you think youâre too soft instead.
After a while, the men get tired of holding up his weight and the boy slowly comes down from the high, the hollering getting more quiet as it turns into the birthday song, making you join in with the singing. The thought of being an outcast, just a random person in the crowd slowly seeps away when you feel included in the moment, worry leaving you as you watch Donghyuckâ the biggest hype man of his friends, or so it seemsâ shake the birthday boy vigorously by his shoulders before he lets go and plants a sloppy kiss to his cheek, which leads to the two of them chasing each other around the crowded place.
Watching the whole scene unfold right in front of your eyes, you find yourself gazing at Renjun from the corner of your eye, the bright grin on his face making your heart squeeze in a weird way. He seems so happy in this moment, dragging you from room to room excitedly as if he was a regular in this place, the joy of celebrating his friend making his flushed face glow in a healthy way. You got used to seeing his face clouded in a shadow; the worried crease in between his eyebrows and the darkness under his eyes regular visitors in his expression, so to see him seep in the ugly orange lights of the luxurious house tugs at your heartstrings in a way you choose to not recognize or name.Â
âY/N!â you hear your name screamed from somewhere in the room, making you tear your eyes away from the man standing by your side. Looking at the source of the yell, you find Lee Donghyuck striding towards you with his long legs, the action almost threatening, yet, his face beams in an excited aura.
âHyuck!â
âYou came!â he yells back in the same energy as last time, although his body is now only a few steps away from you, making you giggle. You recognise his outfit to be one of the multiple he showed you back at their apartment before he started acting all silly, the memory making you laugh in fondness.
âI did!â you nod, âI got invited,â you say, voice almost sounding proud of the achievement.Â
âYeah, I know,â he says as his eyes drift from you to Renjun, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively before he earns himself a punch to the shoulder from his roommate, a sharp, over-exaggerated scowl escaping his lips at the motion. âCome meet Jisung!â he quickly switches up the topic, dragging you along with himself like a rag doll in an instance. He must be drunk; you think.Â
You wonder why you keep being dragged around the houseâ maybe itâs a sign that youâre too weak and should probably start working out more so you can stand your ground. Nonetheless, you follow the man as you look around, as if to apologize to Renjun for leaving him, when you see the blonde following you to the small group in the corner of the living room, recognising them to be the ones holding up Jisung just a few minutes prior.Â
âJisung! This is Y/N!â Donghyuck utters out as soon as you get to the small gathering, all eyes suddenly glued to you. You wouldnât say it made you feel comfortable or even invitedâ quite the opposite, to be honestâ but the man that was addressed cutely turns to you, a shy smile plastered on his face when he greets you.
âAh! Hello!â
You doubt Park Jisung even knows who you are. You doubt any of these people doâ with how theyâre looking at you in examination, but you still bite through it as you force a smile on your face. âHappy birthday,â you say to him, earning yourself a bright smile from the recipient.
âThanks!â he beams. âYouâre Renjun hyungâs friend, right?â he asks in response, almost making you choke on your spit in surprise at the fact that the boy knows who you are, which leads you to believe that you were talked about in this circle before.
âSort of,â you nod, forcing out a giggle.
âSort of?â the annoyed voice of Huang Renjun himself fills your ears from your right, making you jump up at the proximity of him that you werenât aware of before, the mock offense on his face making you giggle when you think of the remorse he treated you with when you first met. He looked like he never wanted to speak to you in his life, and now heâs acting offended at you not fully calling him your friend? Yes, you did that to spite himâ because if you werenât friends, you truly donât know what you were even doing here in the first placeâ but you still think the whole thing is a little ironic. âYouâre at our house at least once a week and weâre not friends in your eyes?âÂ
âWell, thatâs only because I have to,â you argue, when the man only shakes his head at you in disbelief.
âOkay, youâre not allowed to eat our snacks when you come over anymore,â he says, shrugging in nonchalance. Laughing, you find yourself looking over the group youâre standing with, the discomfort slowly fading away when you engage in conversation with Renjun. You catch a few names you canât really place to their respective facesâ mainly because Jisung was the only one formally introduced to youâ when you notice a girl staring at you in examination, her figure not noticed by you before.Â
The longer you stare at her, the longer you start to recognise her, and before you let panic overtake youâ in all honesty, you donât even know why youâd panic at this factâ you realize itâs none other than Huh Yunjin, your friendâs âcheating ex-girlfriendâ looking at you with something resembling spite in her eyes, her jaw clenched and her look glazing from your outfit to your face, as if mentally scoring you on your attractiveness, judging every detail of your body, all while a tall boy hugs her to his sideâ whom you presume is her new boyfriend.
He looks nothing like Renjunâ he is quite the opposite, if you really think about itâ and even though you tear your eyes away from her figure, your brain still screams at you with arguments that you look nothing like her; even though it shouldnât really matter. Youâre not Huang Renjunâs new girlfriendâ not even the object of his desire, or the new girl by his sideâ youâre just his project partner, a classmate heâs grown to calling a friend, but still, you canât help but notice her radiating beauty, the outshining features on her face and the charismatic aura she radiatesâ the polar opposite to everything youâd describe yourself as; and the comfort you felt while talking with Renjunâs friends is suddenly swept under the carpet, long forgotten when you still feel her eyes burning through your skull, her gaze making you like an intruder, someone whoâs not supposed to be here, someone who doesnât belong.Â
And to make things even worse, you suddenly feel Renjunâs hand around your waist, and when your eyes lock with his you swear you see a hint of understatement in them, something that lets you know that heâs aware of his ex girlfriendâs burning stare; his protective side kicking in, yet still making you question the matter even more.
You bet he did it to soothe you. You can even clearly read his intentions in the warm smile he sends you when he squeezes your side, hugging you closer to himself, but the more youâre aware of his burning palm on your flesh, the more uncertain you become, the less engaged in the conversation you get, and the more uncomfortable you feel under the orange lights of the living room.
âWanna go outside? Iâm pretty sure they have a karaoke machine there, if you wanna play,â you feel Renjun whisper into your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin, the hint of vodka in it supporting your earlier claims and that he was at least a little tipsy after all.Â
Nonetheless, you nod and find him leading you outside, not before you turn around to look at Yunjin for one last time, though, seeing clear jealousy shading her expression; making you wonder if you were invited just because she was too, and if you just fulfilled your designated role for the night.
âAre you sure you donât mind?â you ask, looking at your companion as the two of you sit on the stairs outside of the university building, your bags carelessly placed at your feet. Itâs getting quite dark out, the winter days still being insanely short even though itâs the middle of February and spring is slowly approaching the town. The two of you had worked on your assignment in the library before Renjun told you that he has to wait for his friends Jeno and Donghyuck to pick him up, since they are meeting up with their friends from high school, their friend group living out of town requiring the two of them to take a drive there.
âOf course not,â Renjun shakes his head, âI offered to drop you off, so why would I mind?âÂ
âWhat about your friendsââ
âIf they have anything against it, Iâll make sure to choke them, so donât worry about that,â Renjun softly laughs at his own joke, trying to ease you. Still, thereâs something inside of you that makes the atmosphere heavy and thick, having you crack your knuckles as you sit in silence, chewing on your bottom lip from nerves.
âWhatâs up? Youâve been acting weird lately,â Renjun hums, looking at you from his place on your left.Â
You tried hard to mask your hesitance, especially because you think the worries inside of you are stupid, but you canât help but feel a hint of discomfort whenever you think of Jisungâs birthday party. Sure, you had a great timeâ his friends were nice to you, Hyuck even dramatically sang a song at the karaoke with you when Renjun got tired, the two of you taking shots together when you were done. You danced with Renjun after, the music keeping you close, and when you got tired, he walked you home. Everything felt normal between youâ except from the weird closeness and occasional touches he sent your wayâ but you presume that was the effect of alcohol, so you didnât ponder on it that much.
The eyes of his ex girlfriend on you the whole evening is what made you feel a bit itsy about the situation, and even though there was no hint that would further prove your previous claims, you canât help but think about Huh Yunjin from time to time, and thatâs what makes you feel at least a bit awkward about the whole thing.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â you say, trying to play it off.
âCome on,â Renjun sighs, âtell me. Is it something I did?â
Shaking your head, you roll your eyes at his insisting. The shift in dynamic is ironical, to say the leastâ 4 months ago, he wouldnât care about what was making you feel so down, he wouldnât even care about you walking home from university alone in the darkness of the evening hours, but now, the crease between his brows almost makes him look worried about you, and you canât say you hate itâ even though in this moment, youâd rather have him not care at all.
âOkay, so Iâll just play a guessing game, then,â he scoffs, humming, lost in thought. âYouâve been weird since the party. Something happened there?âÂ
âNo,â you disagree, tone of voice almost sounding desperate and harrowing, not really wanting him to keep asking about the reasoning behind your mood.
âOkay, so thatâs a yes. Did someone make you feel uncomfortable? Do I need to beat somebody up? Oh god, was it Hyuck? That fucker said something to you, right? Iâm gonna lock him out of the apartment, I swear to godââ
âIt wasnât Hyuck,â you giggle at his outrage, deciding to save his roommateâs life.
âIt wasnât?â he asks, seemingly genuinely surprised, expecting his devilish roommate to be the reason behind all the bad things in the world. âOkay, so it must have been me, no? What did I do?âÂ
Sighing and shaking your head in disbelief at his insistence, you grunt. âYou didnât do anything wrong, Jun, can you just stop asking?â you say, the nickname rolling of your tongue automatically, without much thinking.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence between the two of you. It does nothing to help you relax or feel better about the situation, but at least you think Renjun finally dropped the topic and wonât ask you about it again. Youâd rather have the ground swallow you whole than to admit whatâs been bugging you, especially when itâs Renjun himself youâre talking to about the matter.
You were, once again, wrong in your assumptions. Renjun did not drop the topicâ no, he just took his sweet time to hit the nail on the head.
âWas it because of Yunjin?âÂ
The question opens a pit in your stomach, the embarrassment creeping out of your body and making you heat up not helping your case. Hands clammy as you shake your head and gesture, trying to prove your disagreement with the question to the best of your abilitiesâ but only making yourself look stupid and like youâre trying too hardâ your words come out weirdly high-pitched, only further proving Renjunâs point.
âNo, itâ itâs not that, Iâ Iââ
Renjun scoffs at you, shaking his head. âItâs okay. Did sheâ did she make you feel uncomfortable? I know sheâs been staring a lot the whole evening, Iâm sorry about thatâŚâ
His words do a little to comfort you. You wouldnât say you were perfectly fine with the fact that he knows that it was his ex girlfriend thatâs been on your mind the past few daysâ because you two arenât dating, and realistically, this shouldnât matter to youâ but his understanding eyes bearing into yours make you calm down a little when you sigh and avert your gaze, chewing on the inside of your cheek before you speak back up again.
âItâs okay,â you hum, âIâ It was expected, I guess?â
Renjun hums, eyes focusing somewhere into the unknown. Picking at the skin on your cuticles, you think the conversation is over and youâve done a good job at playing it off, half of your worries now soothed, but Renjun is a man full of surprises, it seems, when he looks at you again, licking his lips in hesitance.
âBut thatâs not all, is it?â he asks, but he gets no answer from you. It doesnât matterâ your silence is enough of a conformation. âLook, I didnât⌠I didnât invite you to make her jealous, or anything, if thatâs whatâs running through that brain of yours, okay? I didnât even know she would be there.â
Blinking a few times at him, not expecting him to read you so well, you let out the breath you didnât even know youâve been holding, nodding at his reassuring words. âOhâŚâ
âI invited you because I thought youâd have fun⌠and because I kind of wanted you there. And so did Hyuck, actually, he thinks youâre his platonic soulmate, or somethingââ the man rambles, explaining his intentions to you, the frantic words coming out of his mouth making you giggle. Relief washes over his face at that, noticing the ease in the atmosphere, his hand gently squeezing your knee when your laughs get quiet. âEverythingâs good now?â
âYeah,â you nod, âthanks. It was silly, butâ you know,â you shrug, awkwardly grinning to yourself.
âYeah,â he sighs out, looking back in front of him, the moment of silent sincerity between the two of you having him open up to you, âit wasnât like that. me and her⌠it wasnât quite the same for a while, you know? Like, I knew it was over before it really happened, but nonetheless, I didnât expect her to⌠to do what she did to end it.â
You hum, not really knowing what words you could offer him to console him. Not really wanting to ask any more questions, you wait for him to talk by himself, to assure youâre not insensitive or prying too much. Youâll let him tell you how much he wants, and youâll silently thank him for the trust he has in you when holding up his feelings to you on a silver platter, naked and vulnerable for you to see and examine.Â
âItâs like⌠I wanted to end it, but not with her cheating on me. Thatâ that hurt more than the actual break up, I think. And maybe it shouldnât matter, because I wasnât in love with her anymore anyway, but it still⌠left a scar, I think,â he hums, and by the way he plays with his fingers in his lap, you can tell he didnât expect himself to open up to you like thisâ maybe this is the first time heâs even sharing this with anyone, and the urge to protect him and his heart is suddenly stronger than ever before, even though itâs been somewhere there, deep inside of you, all along.
âThatâs valid,â you say, ânobody deserves that to happen to them, no matter how your relationship looked at the time. You were still together, and she shouldnât have done that,â you mumble, hoping to provide comfort to him, but also hoping your words arenât unwelcome at this very moment.
The blonde looks at you, an appreciative smile appearing on his face. âThanks,â he says. Thereâs nothing to thank you for, you think, but perhaps those are the words he needed to hear for a while now. Perhaps your sentences just mended something in him, perhaps you were the voice that finally made him admit that what heâs been feeling about the situation wasnât stupid or irrational.
In a moment of weakness, a selfish masochism, even, you let out a prying sentence slip out of your lipsâ a sentence that could hurt you, have you not been prepared for the outcome. And maybe you were going too far, maybe you shouldâve stayed quiet, but you canât turn back time and the words were already spoken. âDo you ever miss her?âÂ
Renjun thinks for a whileâ a heartbeat of a second that makes you feel like youâre falling into a deep abyssâ before he shakes his head. âNot really. Not her, I donât miss her. I think that sometimes, I just miss what we had, but⌠thatâs long gone.â
Humming indifferently, you accept his response in a quiet solace.Â
You donât know where this conversation brings you, but you bet itâs a step in some direction.
After a while, with Renjunâs head soundly resting on your shoulder when the silence gets too long, yet a comforting aura still shades the two of you sitting at the stairs, thereâs a black Ford Fiesta honking at the parking lot, the two of you jumping to your feet. The boy drags you to the backseat, your bags hitting the floor of the vehicle, as Jeno looks back at you from the front, smiling at you with moon crescents in his eyes.
âHello!â
âHi,â you breathe out.
âIs Y/N tagging along?â Hyuck gasps from the passengerâs seat, turning towards you two, a face of a pleasant surprise written all over his face. You know what, maybe Renjun was right and you and his roommate are platonic soulmates of some sort. Or at least thatâs how Lee Donghyuckâs been acting ever since the day he met you.
âIâm not,â you giggle, shaking your head in disapproval.
âJeno, can you drop Y/N off at her apartment?â Renjun hums, and suddenly, the previous worries leave you as soon as the tall man nods and tells you to navigate him to your place. There was no reason why youâd be rejected by Renjunâs friendsâ for more reasons than one, you just arenât aware of them yet.
The ride to your apartment is filled with laughter. Squinting at your project partner sitting next to you at the back of the car, you notice that heâs glowing brightly in the reflections of the lampposts shining through the windows of the car, a stolen galaxy swirling in his eyes when your eyes meet when you pay your goodbyes to the guys while getting off at your driveway a few minutes later.
And itâs quite funny. You donât even live that far.
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Clapping when your favorite writer completes the little interactive Q&A at the local library on a Monday afternoonâ all throughout you didnât have any courage to ask any questions yourself, even though you had plentyâ you stand up from your place at one of the little, lanky folding chairs in the back of the room and smooth your hands over the skirt of your dress, getting the creases out. Youâve learned a lot about the author todayâ all from how she started writing, what inspired her to write your most favorite novel, and where she finds her inspiration for writing. You have a lot of information, yet, you still bet you could master more questions, if you were to do an interview with herâ you wouldnât even have to try as hard.Â
Reading is one of your passions, itâs something that brought you to the love you have for writing, and although you didnât stick with fiction for long, finding that the world building and creating plot and characters got boring for you after a while, you found your love for writing shining through when you type articles; making sure your headlines are captivating, that your articles are well-structured and bring something new to the table. Itâs a completely different branchâ some would say a less creative oneâ but itâs undeniable that the love for it started in you when you first started reading books, when you were little, in the quiet and comfort of your room.
Glancing back at Renjun, the boy follows you like a lost puppy (you bet itâs his first time at the library, despite him owning quite a few books himselfâ you noticed so while examining his room one time and found classics in his bookshelf), he offers you a soft smile, nudging you to keep walking. Thereâs a line forming towards the head of the room, where the writer is still sitting, numbers of passionate readers and fans of her work waiting to get their books signed. Thereâs a little stand in the middle of the far right wall, containing numerous books written by the person currently sitting in the same room, breathing the same air as you two, and you donât hesitate to buy the latest one, the one you havenât had the chance to read yet, with the intention of getting it signed.
âWhich oneâs your favorite?â Renjun asks, standing close to you and pointing towards the stacks of books on the stand.
âThat one,â you hum, bringing his attention to the paperback cover at the very corner of the stand, watching as the man takes it into his hands and flips it over, reading through the summary. He looks like one of those Pinterest boards youâd title âDark academiaâ with a series of emojis that fit the âaestheticâ, with his plaid coat layered on top of a knitted, light brown sweater, the blonde fringe slightly falling into his eyes.Â
âIâll get this one, then,â he looks at one of the ladies behind the stand, smiling at her as he gets his wallet out.
âDonât you want the latest one?â
âNah,â he shrugs, smiling at the lady once again when the book is back in his hold, paid for and now in his ownership. His eyes are back at you when he offers you the explanation. âYou said you liked this one, so I wanna try it. And you donât know if the latest one is any good, so at least Iâve heard a good review on this one and donât have to be afraid of buying a shitty book,â he snickers, making you roll your eyes at the tone of his voice, but still, thereâs a little man in your brain screaming at the top of his lungsâ screeching, evenâ at the action, the gears in your brain turning faster and faster as you let yourself indulge and overthink his words. He bought it because itâs your favoriteâ so he saidâ and in a split second of delusion, it doesnât matter to you if it was just because he wanted to be sure the book is good, or if it was just him wanting to read your favorite book as a way of learning more about you.
âAs if any of her books could be bad,â you mumble, moving slowly through the line. Youâre the last ones waiting for the autograph, and while thereâs still a lot of people in front of you, you canât help but feel a little nervous at the promise of an interaction with the author.
âWell, you can never really know. Everyone has bad days.â
Snickering at his argument, you shake your head in disbelief and move a few steps forward again. Youâve taken a few photographs of the library while you were sitting and listening to the talk; a few of the authorâ to capture the nice memoryâ and some of the interior as well, showcasing the numerous shelves filled with books of different genres that the library provides. Still, you take the camera into your hands again, taking a few moreâ you were sure to get permission from the smiley and welcoming librarians when you arrivedâ trying to capture the atmosphere and the heartwarming aura of it all. A little selfishly, for your own memory, you turn to your companion and point the lens towards him, seeing as he poses with the book, acting a little silly when you take the picture, and when he breaks into an amused grin after, you take another oneâ a moment captured in time, his toothy laugh on full display. When you look at the picture again, your heart warms up a little at the image. Maybe you could get it printed out and add it to your memory book alongside the pictures you have from your first university parties and moving into the new apartment with Jiminâ just so you have something to look back to.
Soon enough, you reach the front of the room, your bodies only a few steps away from the author. When the last guests in front of you leave, paying their goodbyes, you take a step forward with a little sigh, trying to encourage yourself and also calm down the erratic beating of your heart, ready to face the idol youâve been looking up to since you were 11. With Renjun on your side, you put on your most picture-worthy smile, clammy hands offering the book to the writer when you reach the long table, choking on your words.
âHello,â you greet, not really knowing what to say. You would be lying if you said you didnât rehearse this in your brain seventy different times ever since you talked with Renjun about going to the library last week, trying to make up the perfect scenario and find the best words to use when you finally meet her, but in this very moment, the whole script flies through the window and youâre left silent and hesitant, heat rising to your cheeks when you canât seem to find the right words to say.
âHello,â you hear Renjun greet shortly after you, bumping into you a little with his hip when he stumbles to the table, seemingly more calm than you, trying to save the day, âmy nameâs Huang Renjun,â he says, and you want to kick him in his shinâ because who even does that? Who tells their full name to a stranger, an author heâs never heard of before actually attending this meet and greet, acting as if he was an old friend of hers, meeting the famous writer after a long time? You almost thought heâd save you from the embarrassment and lead the way, from the way he approached her, but after hearing those words come out of his mouth, you almost go to scold him for his behavior.
To your surprise, though, the writerâs eyes widen in what seems to be realization, nodding to herself. âSo you must be Y/N!â she says, looking back at you, a welcoming smile appearing on her lips.Â
âI- I-â you stutter, suddenly feeling really confused. Is this a dream? Are you asleep? Or is your favorite writer suddenly a psychic too? What are you missing?
âYeah! Sheâs just a little nervous right now,â he grins, taking a short look at you before he turns back to the author, âso⌠I take it as you havenât changed your mind about the interview?â
âNot at all! Iâm actually really happy to hear that students are taking interest in my writing and that they want to interview me,â she says, quickly signing your books on the front pages, offering them back to you, âI usually donât give interviews just to anyoneâ you know, it would get a little too busy if I did thatâ but your passion really caught my attention.It reminds me of myself when I was your age⌠Just give me a few seconds, I have a phone call to make right now, but after Iâm done, Iâm all yours!âÂ
âOf course!â Renjun nods, watching as the author stands up from the table and disappears in one of the back rooms, seemingly to take care of the call. Turning back to you, still finding you dumbfounded from the interaction, he canât help but let out an amused laugh. âAre you okay over there?â
âI- What-â you stutter, shaking your head as if to make your brain reboot, dragging your hand through your hair to get it out of your face, âhow did you even manage to- she doesnât even-â you fail to create coherent sentences, shock and surprise overshadowing your otherwise good choice of vocabulary, confusion spreading over your face like a shadow.
âI have my ways,â he shrugs nonchalantly, as if this was the easiest thing to accomplish, once again breaking into a grin when he sees your stoic face, âmaybe try to smile a little? She might think youâre terrified of her if you keep frowning like that.â
âI am,â you mumble, still not quite comprehending the situation.
Rolling his eyes at you, he snickers. âCome on,â he says, âI bet you have plenty of questions for her up in that brain of yours,â he points to the middle of your forehead, shaking his head at your frozen figure.
âI do, but-â you mumble, catching yourself mid-sentence, âhow did you even-â the words stream out your mouth, a puzzled expression not leaving your face.
âYou can thank me later. Now focus on your job,â he says, turning you by your shoulders and pushing you a little towards the author that has now emerged out of the back room, a welcoming glint in her eye when her eyes land at the two aspiring journalists.
On that Monday afternoon, with sweaty palms and tongue-tied as you stutter out the curious questions, making an interview for your imaginary magazine, you learn that contrary to the popular demand, Huang Renjun is quite full of surprises.Â
The longer you know Renjun, the more you hang out without the purpose of working on your assignment together. Truth be told, you started working on it pretty early into the semester, and while others were now aimlessly pulling all nighters to complete the magazine, you and Renjun were pretty much done with it already by now, since you forced the man to start working on it as soon as it was possible. He didnât say it out loud, but you can tell he was thankful for thatâ it would kill the both of you if you had to focus on the project now, when exam season is slowly, but surely in reach and youâll have to start studying soon.
It was a little awkward at firstâ you still remember the first time you watched Netflix with him in the silence of his apartment, with his mood very apparently below zeroâ starting with the two of you taking breaks in between working on your assignment, talking about the latest episodes of the anime you two have, coincidentally, chosen to watch at the same time; later progressing into full on sessions of gossip with his roommate Donghyuck joining the two of you at the comfortable couch. Youâd say your friendship started a little this way, with you and Renjun running to the convenience store when you ran out of snacks in the middle of your study sessions and the two of you randomly laughing at something in your Journalism class, earning yourself scolding looks from the professor. It was unexpected, but you grew familiar with the antics, flowing through the days together, filling the boring days with texts full of TikTok links and Donghyuck sending you random pictures of your project partner all zoomed in on Snapchat. You even invited Renjun over a few times, Jimin accepting the new man in the comfort of your home when she realized heâs not as bad as he used to be before, as you ate up all of your snacks this time around instead, having impromptu karaoke sessions in your room, trying to quiz each other on the lyrics of your top tracks of the last year on Spotify.Â
Everything felt casual, growing more in tune with the man he was, learning his antics and all about his character. You quickly learned that when heâs feeling down, he gets a little snappyâ a bad habit you made him recognise and try to eliminate, at least when youâre around. You found out that when heâs nervous, he bites his nails, and you choose to slap his palms from the proximity of his lips whenever you catch him in the act. When heâs annoyedâ much like when you prevent him from the action of gnawing at his fingernails until the skin around them bleedsâ he rolls his eyes and sighs, sometimes even shakes his head at you in disapproval. He looks adorable while doing so, but to save both of you the embarrassment, youâd never tell him out loud.
And youâd even dare to say he learns about you too. Heâs an observing individual, and youâd even argue that he cares about you at least a little. For one, heâs not rude towards you anymore, the way he was when you two first started talking, and also, he shows his affection towards you in the most Renjun ways possible. Heâd argue that heâs not good with words, but heâs always there to affirm you with them in his true love language whenever youâre stressed or overwhelmed with responsibilities. He also remembers your favorite drinks and snacks, opting to save them for you whenever you come by his place, and even slipping some into your bag before you leave his apartment. Heâs a caring individual, a big hearted man, delicate in all directions.
You believe itâs impossible not to fall for him at least a little. Not when you really know himâ the way you do, from up close, in his most joyful moments and the ones where he tries to battle you away when the ghosts in his brain try to make him shelter himself away from everyone too.
But you wouldnât tell him that. Never in a thousand years.
âI hate all this fucking snow,â you tell him instead, when you walk by his side with your groceries in hand, the tips of your fingers brittled from the cold. âWhy is it even snowing in the first place, itâs the end of February, for fuckâs sake!âÂ
The two of you decided to go for a grocery run together, and while some would say itâs not a fun activity to do, you think you like experiencing mundane things with your close ones the most. If you enjoy someoneâs company, you truly do not care what you do togetherâ you always go pick up packages from the post with Jimin, or drive your little sibling to the store when youâre back home, even though the action itself doesnât provide you any conventionally âfunâ experiences, most of these are a fond memory in your brain, because you got to spend time with someone you love. Itâs the same right nowâ even though itâs snowing heavily and you canât feel your feet from the coldâ you went to buy groceries with Renjun when he texted you about it, realizing you could buy some things you ran out of as well, opting to walk there together.
âI thought you liked winter?â he snickers, seeing your grumpy expression.Â
âWhy would you think that?â
âBecause you said you hated summer,â he says, matter of factly, making you giggle to mask the warmth spreading on your insides from the knowledge that he remembers the random fact you once told him when you were working on your project together.
âYeah, but that doesnât mean I like winter either,â you say, shrugging.
âDo you even like anything?â
âNo,â you shake your head, totally serious before you burst into laughter, âkidding. I like spring,â you smile at him, eloquently, shuffling your legs along the snowed-in ground, moving closer to the campus, near to where you both live.
âI like spring too, actually.â
âBecause your birthdayâs in spring?â you snicker, teasing him.
âMaybe,â he admits, laughing with you. âNo, but I think springâs neat for a number of reasons. It always feels⌠like a new beginning, perhaps? After months of silence, you can finally hear the chirping of birds in the morning, and the sun sets later too, so the days feel longerâŚâ he says, and you find yourself observing him, admiring the love he has for the season.
âExactly,â you nod, pointing your gaze towards the ground when you notice that he caught you staring, embarrassment creeping up your back before you shudder from the cold, heavy snowflakes falling on top of your head, drenching your freshly washed locks and making your cheeks burn with cold. You canât remember the last time it snowed so hardâ you were in for a couple of warm winters for the last couple of yearsâ and as much as you hate to admit it because of your noticeable aversion towards winter, you must say it looks quite magical.
âLook, I know you hate winter, but you do have windows in your flat, right?â he jokes, making you roll your eyes at the nagging you know youâre about to hear. âMaybe look out of them before you go out, so you could dress for the weather the next time.â
âVery funny,â you snicker, âIâll let you know, it wasnât snowing when I was getting ready.â
âOkay then, maybe start using the weather app. Itâs great if you want to know how cold it really is outside, and youâre quite good with technology, so maybe you could-â
âOh, fuck off,â you snap, but feel yourself grinning at the teasing.
The man lets out a sighâ a habit of frustration he does a lot whenever youâre aroundâ before you feel him tugging something onto the top of your head, your ears suddenly shielded by soft fabric. Looking up at your companion in shock, you notice that the beanie that had been sitting on his head until now is covering yours instead; and although you appreciate the gesture with a giddy clench on your insides, you find yourself protesting.
âJun! Youâll get cold,â you pout.
âOkay, but so will you, and as far as Iâm concerned, I have more layers on than you right now, so you need it more than me,â he shrugs, all nonchalant, making you hesitantly smile at him and shut up, keeping the warm wool over your head.Â
Next time, youâll look at the weather app to save your heart some trouble.Â
Or maybe you wonât.
Walking closer to your apartment complex, naturally accepting the fact that Renjun decided to walk you homeâ or just hasnât realized heâs doing so yetâ you fall into comfortable conversation, mostly consisting of you complaining and Renjun finding your tangent amusing.
âMy groceries will get all wet! Fucking hell, RenjunâŚâ
âI didnât force you to come,â he laughs.
âWell, but you have the weather app, as opposed to me, so maybe you couldâve predicted the fact that it was going to snow soon,â you pout, shaking your head in disbelief.Â
âAnd if I did?âÂ
âThen whyâd you drag me out?â you huff, nearing the steps that lead up towards the front door of your building, being careful not to slip on them as you stand on the first one, towering above the man that takes his position opposite of you while you say your goodbyes.Â
âOkay, next time get your groceries alone, if youâre just gonna complain the whole way,â he giggles at your fake offendance, looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Snowflakes settle on the tops of his cheekbones, the rosy tint in his face taking your breath away, something in his eyes captivating you and hypnotizing you into doing things you wouldâve never dared to do as you reach out towards his hair, now wet from the snow that manages to melt away on his body, brushing your hand through the locks.
âItâs gotten so long,â you muse, âthe blondeâs all grown out now.â
He hums, the eye contact making you heat up despite the coldness thatâs been trying to seep into your bones. âMaybe I should dye it back to black, then.â
Grinning, you shrug as your hand escapes his scalp. âYeah,â you nod, âmaybe you should.â
âItâs a plan, then,â he says before he grins, poking you in your forehead with his pointer finger as he takes a step back from you, heading towards the direction of his apartment. âIâll text you,â he adds.
Paying your goodbyes to him, you stumble inside and reach your flat, your whole body on fire even though youâve been freezing until now as you take off your wet shoes and tug the borrowed beanie from your head. Putting away the groceries, you wonder if thereâs a significance in his decision, if the change of hair is the same as the reason why he loves spring; if new things are beginning, or if youâve just tricked yourself into falling for him too hard.
âYou have to mix it together with this first!â Renjun whines, sitting at the edge of the bathtub as he watches you open the box dye you bought together at the drugstore a few hours ago, pointing his finger at the white pack containing the mixing solution.
âOh,â you mumble, clammy hands flying around and trying to read the instructions instead, too worried to mess up again and accidentally burn Renjunâs hair off. After a few moments of you silently turning the big sheet of paper around in all directions, you hear your companion snicker under his breath, standing up from his position at the edge of the bathtub and mixing the dye with the solution in a little plastic container he got from under the sink himself instead.
âLet me do it,â he shakes his head, âdidnât know you were this useless.â
âIf you didnât want me here, you couldâve just said so,â you put the instruction paper down, crossing your arms on your chest as you take a step back and look at him with an offended pout, watching as he gets everything ready. His hair is sticking all over the place and the shirt he has on is stained with bleachâ you suspect he wore this exact outfit a few months ago when he dyed his hair blondeâ the fabric hanging loosely down his shoulders.Â
âIâm perfectly capable of dying my hair on my own, if you didnât notice,â he says, âme wanting you here is the sheer reason for your presence.â
Heart skipping a beat at the sentence, masking it off with a fakely annoyed sigh, you watch him take a seat back at the edge of the bathtub when heâs done, motioning for you to take matters into your hands and start dying his hair. âDonât fuck it up.â
âIâll do so just to spite you,â you argue back, taking the plastic container with the dye into your hand and standing close to Renjun, parting his hair down the middle as you get the chemical-smelling mixture into his growing locks. Focused on the task at hand, trying really hard not to get the dye all over the place, you almost get lost in the motion of playing with his hair and pay too much attention to each section, your touch gentle not to tug at his hair. It makes you not notice the way youâre suddenly standing in between Renjunâs opened legs, your skin covered by fabrics of sweatpants touching.
His head suddenly moves, making you almost dye his whole forehead black, when he plops a gummy worm into his mouth and regains his previous position.Â
âStop moving or else itâs gonna look bad!â you scowl, frustrated with the fact that he made you lose your focus.
âWant a gummy worm?â he asks, looking up at you with an innocent smile insteadâ as if to make you forget all about his actions from beforeâ and you reward him with an annoyed shake of your head that shows him disapproval which he seemingly chooses to ignore as he reaches into the pack of gummies again and holds one up to your lips, fingertips brushing against the skin of your mouth making you feel heat in your cheeks. You didnât want a gummy worm, but with the proximity of his hand to your face and the starry gaze he offers you when you meet his eyes, you donât hesitate to take the gummy into your mouth and chew on the candy, earning yourself a satisfied smile.
Turning towards his hair again, the last few strands left undyed waiting for your attention, the man suddenly squeezes your thigh, making you wince. âHow is it going up there?â
âGood,â you choke out, suddenly hyper aware of his hand resting on the skin of your leg, as if to hold you in place, his other hand working almost on auto-pilot as he completes the symmetry and grazes your other thigh, his touch on you so gentle you could almost miss it if you didnât pay enough attention.
âIf itâs patchy, Iâm blaming you and not the dye,â he teases, drumming against your leg with his fingers, each little gesture making you less and less focused on his hair and more on the way his eyelashes fan over his cheekbones from above, biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from making any sound close to frustration or the sound of perhaps losing your mind.Â
âWell then, maybe you shouldnât have bought the cheapest one.â
âIâm staying on budget,â he says, making you snicker.
Forcing yourself to focus back onto his hair, you finally complete your task of dying the manâs hair back to its original color. Taking a step back from him and putting the plastic container onto the sink, you start to miss the feeling of his hand on your skin; his hair slicked back by the dye makes him look oddly amusing, though, so you let a grin slip out at the sight of your companion sitting at the edge of the bathtub like a scolded child, his legs outstretched right in front of him and a pack of gummy worms once again firmly gripped in the palm of his hand.
After cleaning up the mess youâve made on the bathroom sink, with Renjun singing to himself as he put up a timer on his phone for 20 minutes, you find yourself in his kitchen, walking around and finding a pot in which you could cook some ramen for dinner. Itâs getting quite late and itâs rare that you find yourself alone in Renjunâs apartment with him, his roommate finally getting out after the dreaded exam season to celebrate, and you canât help but find the domesticity of sharing his space with himâ although this is not the first timeâ overtake you in a deep feeling of intimacy.
Stirring the noodles around with a fork you found in one of the drawers, listening to the low hums of Renjun singing in the bathroom as he cleans up the skin on his forehead and behind his ears with a wet cotton pad, you wonder how you managed to get used to thisâ how you even managed to find yourself in the presence of Huang Renjun so often, after only hearing about him from gossip around the school halls and hating his presence when you first had to work with him. Itâs ironic, but you donât hate it quite as much as you would think.Â
âYouâre making ramen?â he asks as he finally reaches the kitchen, big eyes full of thankfulness meeting yours when he notices you getting out some plates to transfer the meal into, since youâre close to being done.
Humming in agreement, you see him lean on the kitchen counter from the corner of your eye, a satisfied smile reaching his lips. âI should invite you over more often.â
âIâm here like twice a week, Jun,â you mumble, focused on not spilling the meal all over the place.
âWell, if it means youâll cook all the time, you can even move in, if you want toâ he jokes, making you shake your head in disbelief as you take the plates and move them to the coffee table you are so used to sitting at by now, since the boys donât really have a dining table in their apartment, making them (and sometimes you joining) eat all the meals at the coffee table, sitting on the ground.
âAnd where would I sleep? On the couch? No, thank you,â you shake your head, digging into the noodles and blowing on them to make them cool faster.
âIâll kick Hyuck out, so you can have his room,â he mumbles in between bites, following you.Â
âSo you just want me to be your maid, got it,â you nod.
âThatâs not what I said,â he looks at you with offense, before digging into the noodles again, mumbling under his nose before taking a bite, âalthough you would look nice in a maid dress-â
Kicking him in the leg, seeing as he chokes up on the food from laughing, you shake your head in disbelief at his antics. You think itâs the hair dye getting to his brain, so when his timer goes off in a few minutes after youâre both done with the food, you thank god for bringing you out of your misery.Â
Listening to the sound of the shower as he washes the hair dye off, you take it upon yourself to clean up the dishes. Youâd feel bad for leaving a mess in his kitchen, and you also think itâs a nice thing to do. It only takes a few minutes before heâs out of the bathroom again, hair damply sitting on his forehead, his figure twirling like a ballerinaâ reminding you of the way you did little fashion shows for your father whenever you came home from shopping with your mumâ waiting for what you have to say about his new look, although in true reality, he looks just the same as a few months ago.Â
âDoes it look good?â
âI canât tell âcause itâs wet,â you say, squinting your eyes at the mess on his head, âgo blow dry it.â
âFuck no,â he shakes his head, protesting, âI hate blow drying my hair.â
âWhy? I canât tell if itâs patchy this way,â you say.
âMy hands get tired and I get bored and I just really donât enjoy the experience,â he simply states, and he winsâ whether this was his intention or notâ as you drag him back to the bathroom and get out of him where he keeps the blow dryer, plugging it in and moving to do it for him.Â
There it is againâ that funny feeling in your stomach as you move your hands through his hair, brushing his bangs away from his forehead as you blow dry his locks. The feeling makes you weak in your knees as you look at the boy who now has his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the motion of your fingers threading through his freshly dyed strands, and when you finally turn the device off and watch him open his eyes, looking at you half-lidded and seemingly a little tired, you once again notice his hands on your thighs as he sits at the bathtub, although now the touch is more firm, pulling you close to him.Â
âAre you happy now that your hair is black?â you find yourself asking, your eyes bearing into him as you reference the dialogue you two had when he dyed his hair blonde, when you two didnât know each other well just yet and he told you the wishful secret of wanting to have more fun as a blonde since he was sad when his hair was black.Â
His smile looks a little drunk, despite the both of you being completely sober as he replies, acting as if he was getting tipsy off your proximity and gentle touch. âMy hairâs black because Iâm happy, not the other way around,â he mumbles, your eyes momentarily drifting to his pretty lips as he talks, their rosy plumpiness making it hard for you to unstuck your gaze from the curve of his smile and focus on other features of his face.
âGood,â you nod, your hands finding their place at his shoulders, almost going for a hug, but never really completing the action.Â
âSo how do I look?â he asks again, your conversation growing quiet in the intimate atmosphere, voices not wanting to interrupt the calm, yet tense harbor.Â
Examining him, you find yourself once again attracted to the boy you see in front of you. He looks exactly like he did before his break-upâ yet now, youâd argue and say he looks even better; healthier and more radiant, his features gentle, hair a little longer and his smile reminding you of an angel. Humming to yourself, you brush your hands through his black strands again, letting yourself indulge in your growing feelings for the man for just a second, before the moment is gone. âReally pretty,â you mumble, watching as his smile grows for a mere second before his eyes drift from yours down to your lips, making you forget how to breathe.
Your hands continue to get lost in his hair as you stare at each other for a while, silence in the bathroom making you listen in on each otherâs breathing, before your brain fails you and you let yourself operate on auto-pilot, leaning down to his face, surprised to see him meet you in the middle. You kiss him as if youâve been waiting ages to do so, your lips molding in with his in a perfect harmony, firm, yet still unmistakably gentle contact making you shiver.Â
It feels like a century before you pull away, ready to face the consequences of your actions, when he captures your lips in another kiss, drunk on the action. Feeling him standing up from the edge of the bathtub and moving his hands to firmly grip your waist before he walks you backwards against the tiled wall, the coldness of it mixing with the heat spreading across your body makes you gasp into the kiss and invite his tongue into your mouth.
Your hands fall from his hair and find their way around his neck, tugging him close, while one of his gentle palms rests on your jaw, angling your face in a way that lets him take control and have you even closer, two bodies seeking each otherâs presence.
âRenjunâŚâ you gasp when his lips move away from yours, leaving kisses down your jaw, slowly reaching the delicate skin of your neck and the conjunction of your shoulder.Â
He hums into your skin, a cold hand sneaking under the hem of your shirt making you wince, all of his actions making your senses hyper aware to the touch and feeling of his lips pressed against you, especially when he finds the sweet spot behind your ear and makes you squirm under him, the feeling of his smile against your skin turning you crazy.
Finding yourself tugging his face back to yours, taking back his lips, his hand travels up your side, leaving goosebumps all over your skin with the cold motions of his fingertips, you shiver under his caring, yet teasing touch. The kiss feels as if itâs one step away from heaven, letting out a satisfied sound when he softly brushes the underside of your breast.
Pressing him closer against you, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck, you feel him hard against your thigh, neediness overtaking you as you lightly move against him, hearing him choke out a breath. âIs- is this okay?â he asks, voice not louder than a whisper before you continue with your motions, answering with your actions before using your words, breathing growing quicker with the way the friction makes you feel.
âMore than okay with me,â you mumble, seemingly encouraging him as he presses you firmer against the tiled wall, helping you guide your desperate movements. Foreheads pressed against each other, breathing mixing in the silent room, you canât seem to find it in you to stop, completely losing yourself in him and in the way he makes you feel, selfishly chasing down release from all the butterflies and electric stares heâs been sending your way.
Grunting when you press up against him in a way that sends sparks down his spine, his hand reaches up under your thigh, almost on the skin of your butt, holding up your leg to make more room and get you even closer to him, before he heaves out a sigh. âLetâs go to my room?â he asks hastily before you nod and let him plop you up against his figure with your legs entangled around his middle, escaping the cold tiles of the bathroom and walking over to the his room smelling of fresh laundry detergent and vanilla, soft sheets enveloping your body when he lightly drops you into his mattress.
A giggle escapes your lips at the contact of your body with the bed, earning yourself a playful roll of Renjunâs eyes as he leans over you, plopping himself up on one elbow above you, caging you in his embrace. Maintaining eye contact with him, blissful smiles stretching on your lips, you almost think the moment is over, but he quickly brings you back to the neediness you felt before as he leans in again, kissing you painfully slowly while his hand reaches under the hem of your shirt, letting his palm travel against your body. His actions make you shiver as his fingertips softly tickle your side, moving towards the dip of your waist, then back up across your stomach as he traces mindless shapes against your skin, occasionally letting himself travel up towards the fabric of your bra. Cupping one of your breasts into his hand, you let out a soft grunt when he squeezes the flesh softly enough to make you yearn for more.
Mirroring his actions, your hand moves under his loose shirt, hypnotized by the heat of his flesh. Enveloped in his warmth and the smell of him in his bedsheets, you let yourself roam up his abdomen, embracing the way his muscles jolt a little under your touch, before your hand settles onto his back, fingertips dancing up and down his spine.
âYouâre driving me crazy,â he mumbles, making you break into a blissful smile, before his hand lazily dips down your belly, seeking approval in your eyes, âcan I?âÂ
Nodding, afraid of seeming a little too eagerâ although maybe he would welcome that with open armsâ you feel his fingertips messily dragging down the waistband of your sweatpants a little by little, leaving you in front of him only in your underwear, his lips swallowing your sighs when he hesitantly brushes his thumb against your clit.Â
His movements get more confident as he adds more pressure, making you let out a few more muffled sounds he welcomes with a cocky smile, demeanor shifting as he presses a wet kiss against your cheek when he drags your underwear down and gets back to where he was before, but now acting more gentlyâ as if the contact of your bare core with his fingers made him afraid youâre gonna break in his hold. Softly nudging your thighs, opening up your legs and softly tracing his pointer finger down your slit, he makes your cheeks flush from the contact and the feeling of air against your naked bottom half.
He doesnât say much as he tests the waters, dragging his digits along your folds, examining your reaction when he circles your sensitive bud and sees you crumble under his touch. Your hands grip his pearl white sheets, not really knowing what to do to ground yourself back to reality, the man above you finally finding enough courage in him to insert one finger, then two inside of you, watching you react to his actions.
âFeels good,â escapes your lips, and truthfully, you didnât even catch yourself saying it. It left your mouth on itself, your tone a little fragile but full of eagerness, wanting moreâ and seemingly understanding, he moves inside you with more reason now, hitting the right spot that makes your eyebrows crease and your breathing hitch in your throat.
âThere?â he asks, as if to tease you. In any other circumstance, youâd find it in you to bark back something full of sarcasm and irony, but now, vulnerable and sensitive to his every move, you only nod eagerly and meet his eyes which are now clouded with lust, a view youâve never experienced before, but welcome with undeniable curiosity.
Angling his fingers inside of you just the way you need them, you quickly feel yourself reaching your high, one of your hands flying to his forearm as if to let him know or warn him, somehow. Judging by his actions, he got the memoâ showing his experience when he continues with the same speed and pressure, keeping stillâ before he slowly trips you over the edge, having you clenching around his fingers as you let moans slip out from your lips, euphoria taking over your whole body.
His figure leans into you, holding you close as your breathing comes back to normal, his lips press soft kisses to your temple. Itâs almost a hint that the act is over, his actions growing more tender as opposed to the way he had you just a few moments prior, but you find yourself not wanting it to end, tugging his shirt up and earning yourself a questioning look.
âMore?â you mumble, looking at him, grabby hands helping him take his shirt off. Your please sound almost like a questionâ they may as well be, for you donât know if he wants this tooâ but he reacts to you positively when you have your eyes roaming across his bare torso, hands flying towards your own shirt, taking it off before you chastly press against him, both of you sitting at his bed, meeting him in a kiss as you settle yourself into his lap.Â
In this moment, thereâs nothing but him. Your head spins with his essence, your brain painfully aware of everything; of your hands holding his cheeks when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, chasing after his neck in a desperate need of leaving a mark, wanting evidence of you being there the next morning, so you could remind yourself that this wasnât just a dream or a product of your own imagination. When you press down against his lap, dragging your naked core against his hard on, his hands grip your sides, sneaky fingers trailing up after a moment as he tugs the straps of your bra down before slipping it off completely, leaving you naked in front of him.
Lifting you by your hips and moving you back against his pillow, laying you into his sheets, he lets you drag his sweatpants down, your fingers dipping below the waistband of his boxers and gently dragging along the sensitive skin, feeling needier at the sounds of satisfaction escaping his lips. Bringing him closer with your other hand, he takes a moment to confirm with you one last time.Â
âAre you sure you⌠want this?â he doesnât seem to find the right words, leaving you softly laughing at his puzzled expression.
âI am,â you nod, assuring him, âI- I want you,â you mumble, still loud and clear, and he wastes no time in freeing himself of his underwear and aligning himself with your entrance.
He slowly pushes inside of you, his whole length filling you up. He leaves you some time to adjust, checking in with you with a look to your eyes, fingertips gently dragging your hair out of your face before you confirm with him that youâre okay with a soft nod, making him move and gently thrust inside of you; painfully slow at first, but reaching deep, taking in every inch of you. Pleasure builds inside of you as his thrusts become more quicker, finding a rhythm that makes your toes curl and your hands fly to his back, scratching down along his skin when he hits your spot and your eyes shut in a spell of satisfied sighs.
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â he mumbles, pressing a kiss against your lips, a sentence sweet enough to make your cheeks flush under himâ yet you think the heat you feel is more than shyness from his words, but from the contact of his skin on yours, driving you absolutely crazy.
His finger gently plays with your clit, slowly, but surely tipping you over the edge. You hold back a moan, head falling to your side on his pillow, Renjunâs lips pressing kisses into the now exposed areas of your neck, still going at a steady rhythm.Â
âFuck,â you let out when he picks up at speed, the imaginary glass of pleasure in you getting fuller and fuller, making afraid of it spilling out when he keeps going, your hand flying into his hair, tugging at it in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, âIâm close.â
He hums against your neck, softly biting a bruise into your flesh. He doesnât say much, againâ his loving is quiet, only occasionally letting out needy noises out past his lips here and there, grunts slipping out when you feel just right around him. You find it hard to keep up with the silence, blissful sounds escaping you when he takes you over the edge. Your walls clench around him as heâs still thrusting into you, chasing down his climax and making the most out of yours. You swear you can see stars, the tips of your fingers starting to tingle when you get a little too overstimulated, but before you can do anything about it, he slips out of you and warmth spreads on your stomach, his body crashing next to yours.
He doesnât say much after either. The room falls into silence, your bodies heaving with deep breaths as you try to calm down the erratic beating of your hearts. Mindlessly threading your fingers through his hair, you stare at the ceiling, his arms draped over your middle, occasionally playing with the flesh of your hip, squeezing it with his palm and dragging his fingertips across the soft skin. Looking down at him, not seeing much other than the raven locks falling into his forehead and his closed eyes, you try hard to appreciate the closeness of his body, just in case you donât get to experience it ever again.
Feeling his nose nuzzling into your skin, you wonder if heâs happy.
Dark, wallowing pit opens up in your stomach, the harrowing feeling you didnât know you could recognise fills you up to your rim; your vision goes a little blurry at the sight in front of you and after a few seconds of torturing yourself by watching, you feel the bitter taste of blood on your tongue from gnawing at the gentle skin of your bottom lip too hard. That alone wakes you up from the weird transe youâve been put in, making you turn on your heel and chime outside of the building, the iced americano in your hand thrown in the nearest trash can as you take the short way home, suddenly wanting to hide away from everyone and everything, too fragile to deal with the outer world today.
You open up the door to your apartment with a little struggle, your hand shaking not making it easy for you to put the key inside the keyhole, and when you finally get to the comfort of your little place, youâre met with Jiminâs concerned eyes waiting for you in the hall, her figure hesitantly walking over when she heard you struggle with the door.
Closing the door behind you a little too loudly, careless in your actions from how hard your heart is hammering against your ribcage, your roommate approaches you with gentle words. âWhat happened? Werenât you meeting up withââ
âNo,â you shake your head, cutting off her sentence before his name manages to come out of her mouth, your throat closing as you choke out the response; the soft gaze she offers you at the stern words of disapproval makes your eyes water even though you already promised yourself you wouldnât cry over this.
âOh, sweetie,â Jimin mumbles as her long legs make their way towards your shrunken figure, enveloping you in her arms. You let yourself be comforted, almost yearning for the slow strokes she gives your back, her long fingers threading through your hair. There arenât many instances where you two had to hold each other in the entrance hall, too afraid of letting go before one of you breaks. You remember her breaking up with her boyfriend Jaehyunâ they dated for a couple of months last year before he had to move away and a long distance relationship wasnât something either of them was willing to put each other throughâ but that time, it was in the comfort of her bedroom and you watched the first season of Too hot to handle together after it was done to take her mind off things. You, however, donât have much dating experience. Not a significant one anywayâ you only dated in high school, and even though the boy you crowned your first in many things was sweet, you simply fell out of love with him after a few months and called it quits, with no tears shed and no hearts broken.
âI think I was just a rebound,â you get out in between your quiet sobs, the image of Renjun sitting at the cafeteria with Yunjin, his soft gaze offered to her as she leaned over the table and said something quietly to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek only further proving your claims.
And you guess you were the stupid oneâ you guess you were silly for thinking he was over his ex already, even if itâs been a couple of months since they broke up, even if he told you he didnât miss her, but was sad to let go what they hadâ because the sweetness in his eyes when he looked at her hurt you more than you couldâve ever imagined, because you think you remember him looking at you like that the evening you dyed his hair black; you remember him looking at you like you hung up the stars on the sky, and you believed the gentle gazeâ you believed there was something more than sex to it, you believed he felt the same feelings as the ones youâve been harboring for the boy ever since you first hanged out at his place and watched Netflix with him to take his mind off the said girl.
Jimin doesnât ask any questionsâ she knows youâll tell her eventually, you just need comfort right now. Sniffling as you try to come down from the heartbreak youâve caused yourself, you groggily get out a sentence that hurts to say out loud perhaps the most from the feelings freely roaming around your brain. âI donât think it meant anything to himâ Iâ I donât think I meant anything to him.â
As if to torture yourself even more, the images of you two getting closer over the time flash through your brainâ and you wonder if you were just lying to yourself the whole time. If his words werenât what he made them out to be, if his gentle nature that overtook him when you were around was just him treating you as one of his friends. If he hooked up with you only because he was horny, and not because he cared for you enough to want to explore you further, deeperâ if you were the only one in it for something more, if he was just keeping himself busy while trying to get over his ex.
And much like that time at the party, where he held you close and spent the whole night pretty much glued to your side, right in front of everyoneâs eyes, you wonder if you just fulfilled your purpose in his life.Â
âShh,â the girl shushes you out of your self-destructive thoughts, still not getting any context on what happened, but being there for you anyway, âletâs just watch something, okay? We have the whole day off to ourselves, letâs watch this new anime Iâve been eyeing, what do you say?â she mumbles, seeing as you tiredly nod and she affectionately squishes your cheeks together, leading you towards the living room.
If you werenât so numb right now, youâd even giggle. Jimin doesnât watch animeâ the amount of reality TV she watches is quite concerning sometimesâ and her effort to aimlessly search through the internet for the first episode of an anime she randomly saw on Tiktok one day and thought would suit your watching style both amuses you and makes your heart warm just a little. Indulging in TV series is one of the only coping mechanisms either of you can ever come up with, it seems.
When the opening credits roll, you hear your phoneâs notification sound pop up, your hand reaching for the device. You donât even get an opportunity to look at who is texting you before your roommate snatches the phone out of your hand, swipes across the screen and turns it off with one swift motion, forcing you to focus on the animation going on the TV.
Sometimes, all you need is your caring roommate to take over everything. Today, more than ever, youâre more than willing to give yourself into her hands.
After that, you do what you think anyone in your situation would (or wouldnât do, to be precise). You donât text Huang Renjun random things throughout the day like you used toâ you no longer laugh at weird memes he finds funny with him and you no longer read his texts that are full of random complaining, mostly about his roommate Donghyuck, throughout the day. You donât meet him to work on the project together. Itâs almost done and you still have timeâ you are planning on just finishing it by yourself and turning it in on the day itâs due, with no contact with the male. You also donât call him when youâre walking home alone in the late hours of the evening, scared and yearning to find comfort in his saccharine words. You donât even look at his messagesâ he sent you multipleâ only letting yourself to check the contact name before you swipe the notification away without giving it much thought, making yourself ignore all of his calls the moment you hear your ringtone go off. Worst of all, you donât even attend class anymore. Youâre glad for the past you that managed to attend every single class, because now, you have more than enough absences to use up before the semester ends and you go on spring break.
You do everything in your power to erase him out of your life. It takes an admirable amount of self-control, you must admit.
And sometimes, it even feels silly. It feels stupid to react so much to seeing him with his ex girlfriend, because frankly, you two werenât dating. No amount of touches, gentle words, hang-outs after the sun sets and intimacy means that you are a couple; it didnât matter that you opened up to him so much when neither of you confirmed to this being inclusive. The day before you dyed his hair back, you two were just good friends, after all. Sex didnât change anythingâ even though you thought it would.Â
And maybe thatâs whatâs making you feel even more angstier about the whole thing. You gave him every last ounce of yourself you had, every inch of your body, from the inside outâ so now, you feel thrown away, as if you were useless.
The cold nights slowly turn into warmer evenings, birds chirping outside waking you up in the mornings even more reminding you of the man you lost somewhere along the way. Spring was the favorite season of you both, but somewhere deep inside of you, youâre starting to dread it. Maybe itâs the fact that you were yearning for a new beginning for yourself in spring; for something to be born seemingly out of nothingâ but it seems like you are supposed to bloom by yourself now, and youâre finding it harder than ever.Â
Itâs the beginning of the second week of March. Warm sunlight makes your feet spring up from your bed in the early morning, forcing you to take a walk. Youâve gotten used to going on these, as many call it, âmental health walksâ latelyâ you read on the internet that they help your mood, and even though itâs a slow progress, youâre willing to try anything, at this point.Â
You chose a fixed destination you walk to every other day. Itâs on the opposite side of the campusâ where the Science buildings areâ and you would be lying to yourself and everyone if you said you didnât carefully craft the journey so you wouldnât get in contact with the man youâve been trying to avoid for the last two and a half weeks. Itâs far away from your apartment, and even further away from his. Thereâs no reason for him to visit those parts of the campus, and you find comfort in the fact.Â
Finding a bench under a cherry blossom treeâ itâs slowly starting to wilt these daysâ you sit in silence for a while on some days, and on others, you put in your earphones and watch the world around you go by without you moving a single finger, trying to find comfort in the fact.
Listening to the playlist you made in the crack of dawn last nightâ Renjun always made fun of you for the fact that you once listed âmaking Spotify playlistsâ as your hobbyâ you fall deep inside of your thoughts. When this happens, itâs hard to control your mind and think of something positive. The only thing left for you to do is to hope and pray you donât spiral.
Why did it even matter so much to you anyway? It was just a kiss to his cheek. Itâs not like you caught them in the actâŚ
However, still, the image of them looking so comfortable together broke your heart; because somewhere along the way, you thought heâd always feel resentment towards the girl. She broke his trust, she made him feel worthless, and it was left for you to take all those broken pieces of him and glue them back together. You didnât realize it back then, but just the fact that you didnât give up on him back when he was being difficult was enough for the boy to feel at least a little better again. Your nagging, yet silent acts of meeting him somewhere in the middle, even on his worst days, was a source of comfort for him. And after a while, you started noticing thatâ you started noticing him warming up to you every time you met, you started noticing his gratitude towards you in the little acts of service he brought with himself when he bought you snacks or texted you if you came home safely after your meetings.Â
You guess that seeing Yunjin talking so freely with him, seeing her kiss his cheek with such tenderness, made you feel so deeply, easily replaceable in his life. You guess you always feel like that with everyone anyway. Itâs a bad habit you find hard to breakâ maybe you too, just need someone to be patient with you while you heal.
âWhat are you listening to?â you hear a voice, tone close to honey, ask from the place next to you. It makes you jump in terror, both from recognising it so easily and from not expecting him to find you here, so far away from everything, as you look at him with surprised eyes.
You donât know what it is that keeps you silent. Perhaps itâs surprise. Perhaps itâs pettiness. Perhaps itâs shame.Â
The feeling makes you stiff in silence, everything in you refusing to respond to his sudden casualty. âOkay, Iâll just stalk your listening activity on Spotify when I come home again, then,â he shrugs, his uninhibited demeanor making you boil inside. You feel like your insides are on fire, you feel like the whole world came crashing down on you because of mere seconds of seeing him with someone that he once held so dear to his heart, making you feel replaced and forgotten, and yet, he comes to you so easily and doesnât even acknowledge your hurt?
âWhat are you doing here?â you ask, voice soulless as you turn your music off and put your tangled earphones into your jacket pocket, finally choosing to recognise his presence.Â
âTalking to you,â he shrugs, âI⌠brought you coffee,â he smiles, showing you the Starbucks take-out cardboard holding two drinks together, one iced americano and one caramel latte, the sight making your heart warm up quite dangerously at the thought that after all this time, he got your coffee order down, he noticed you sweetening your drinks, and he remembered.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you scoff. âHow did you know Iâd be here?â
The man shrugs. âI didnât, at first. I⌠I came to your apartment to talk to you, but Jimin said you werenât home, so after a few minutes of begging her to tell me where I could find you, she gave up and sent me here.â
You guess youâll have to have a serious talk with your roommate when you come home.
âWhy⌠why are you here, then?â you ask, still feeling the bitter pettines on your tongue when the words escape your mouth.
âWell,â he starts, taking a deep breath in, collecting his thoughts, âat first I thought Iâd give you space. I thought you didnât want to talk with anyone and you kept ignoring my texts and calls, so I texted Jimin to ask if you were okay, and when she told me you were doing fine, I figured it had to do something with me. And thenâ and then I thought Iâd give you some space, since you looked like you needed some, but⌠but I think I need to face the problem now, since itâs clearly⌠something big, you knowâŚâÂ
Itâs undeniable that Huang Renjun is quite the smart individual. His ability to instantly sense your emotions and decipher the meaning behind them never fails to catch you off guard, though.
Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you suddenly notice the nerves he tried to mask by fake casualty. He keeps chewing on his bottom lip and heâs picking at his cuticles so hard you think theyâll bleed at any minute, his frame small and hesitant as he turns away from you, afraid to meet your eyes. He looks so, so guilty, and you suddenly feel stupid for making such a big deal out of something that shouldnât have mattered to you in the first place.
âWhat⌠What did I do to hurt you?â he asks, voice barely louder than a whisper. âBecause you must be hurt, if youâre avoiding me this much.â
Taking a deep breath in, you shake your head at the whole situation. Heâs right, thoughâ perhaps itâs time to finally face your problems now, so you can move on. Maybe this closure is what you need, maybe you need to hear it from himâ to hear that it didnât mean anything to him, to hear that Yunjin apologized and heâs gonna get back together with her, because somehow, your brain convinced you this was the caseâ to finally let him go and stop mourning something that was never there in the first place. âIââÂ
Your words fail you.
âDo you⌠regret it?â he asks, voice so small you almost donât hear him.Â
The sentence takes you off guard. Looking at him, you canât even bring yourself to speak, confused eyes roaming over his tense features. Opening up your mouth to ask for clarification, he mumbles again before you get a chance to speak. âDo you regret sleeping with me?â
Blinking at him a few times, a crease appearing in between your eyebrows, you shake your head. Is this really what was running through his brain? Is this why he left you alone for more than two weeks? Because suddenly, it makes senseâ the way he gave you space and let you avoid him for two weeks before he came to find you in personâ but again, this is not at all what was running through your brain all these days. Never once did you regret what you two did, no matter how shitty youâre feeling about it now after your brain convinced you of things that werenât even real in the first place. âNo,â you simply say.
A hint of relief washes over his face, his shoulders relaxing just the tiniest bitâ it looks like this was what heâs been scared of the most; it looks like he feared he hurt you in this way. Still, he insists on talking it out once and for all. âWhat is it, then?â
Shameful to meet his eyes, you point your gaze towards your feet. Convincing yourself that your feelings are valid and that you were right to feel the way you do, the same way you did to him all those weeks ago at the stairs in front of the university building, you confess to your worries. âI saw you with Yunjin the other day.â
Now itâs his time to stay silent, and somehow, your brain canât find a way to deal with not getting a response from him, so you ramble to cope. âAt the cafeteria, I mean. Iâ I wanted to surprise you, and you said you were getting lunch alone and I was at the campus, so I thought Iâd come to keep you company, but then⌠then I saw you with her, and you two seemed so comfortable together, so close, and then she kissed your cheek and it made me⌠it made me feel like⌠like you maybe wanted to get back together with her, or somethingâŚ?â
âAnd really, itâs fine, if you want to do that, I guess I just⌠for the sake of both of us, or maybe just me, I think⌠I think itâs better for me to keep my distance from you, then.â
Watching as his expression shifts to one full of disbelief, you swear that what you want the most in this moment is to disappear. âIs this why youâve been avoiding me those past two weeks?â he asks.
Pressing your lips into a thin line, suddenly feeling insanely silly and unreasonable when you say all of those things out loud, you avert your gaze from him, pointing it somewhere into the distance.Â
âIs this really it?â he asks again, insisting, full of disbelief. âYou made me feel like you regretted having sex with me, and this is it?â he chuckles, and you donât know if itâs because heâs looking down on you, or if he just truly finds the situation funny.Â
âLook, IââÂ
âFuck, Y/N,â he gets out, looking as if every nerve and stress in his body finally let go, relief washing over his face like waterfalls, âI was so scared, and this is whatâs been bugging you?â he asks, shaking his head in disbelief as he runs his hands through his hair. âShe came to apologize to me. Not that it mattered something to me, and not that it made any difference, but I didnât have it in me to tell her to fuck herself, you know? Thatâs what you saw. She told me she wishes me well and that she hopes I find joy in someone else too. She didnât evenâ she didnât even sit with me at lunch. She went to eat with her boyfriend.â
And here it isâ the inevitable notion of shame intensifies. Finally having the explanation youâve been wanting to hear, but purposefully avoiding for two weeks; finally feeling relief in your chest, your worries escaping out like the summer wind, and even though you should be happy, you canât even bring yourself to meet his gaze.
âIâm sorry,â you mumble.
âNo, I meanâ itâs just⌠Iâm sorry too, itâs justâŚâ he trails off, making you look at him with examining eyes, eyebrows raised in question. You donât really know what heâs apologizing for. Maybe for leaving you space even though he was convinced thatâs what you neededâ had he approached you earlier, you wouldnât have to avoid him for two weeks.
âItâs justâŚ?â
âI find it ironic how you thought I wanted to get back together with her, when in reality⌠you were the one I wanted to get together with in the first place, you know?â he asks, and if you squint hard enough, you could still see hints of nervousness in his body when he asks the rhetorical question, soft eyes scanning your face when your eyes meet.
âOh,â you hum, mouth agape in surprise.
âYeah,â he nods, lips pressed into a thin line, âcause I like you⌠like, a lot, actually, soâŚâ he mumbles, the confession reminding you of your first weeks with Renjunâ tense and awkward, but with a promise of something new the more you got to know him.
âOh,â you repeat again, your brain still not catching up to the situation.
Suddenly, the two weeks of avoidance feel even more silly. You donât know what happened in you to cause this much distress for the both of you, but youâre filled with delight with the fact that even though you expected him to get mad at youâ to call you unreasonable, maybe even a little stupidâ he seems to be understanding of your emotions. He seems to accept them, willing to put up with them and everything that requires of him; he seems to be willing to find you even at the end of the world and try to get you back into his life. Because only god knows how much he appreciates your presence in it.Â
âSoâŚâ he mumbles, a silent question hanging in the air, making you realize you were too caught up in your thoughts to really give him an answer.
âI⌠I like you too, if that⌠wasnât obvious,â you snicker, shrugging as a wide smile spreads across your cheeks. The words fall a little bashfully off your tongue, the confession ringing strangely in your ears, but you donât mind the little uncomfort the shyness in your demeanor brings you.
There are no long confessions, no deep words of love. Once again, Huang Renjun is a man of few wordsâ he shows you his care through actions.Â
He finds you when youâre avoiding him. He makes sure you get home safe. He tries hard to work with you on a project he originally wanted to avoid, only because he notices you finding interest in it, your passion slowly sparking up his.Â
He keeps annoying the publicist of your favorite author for a week straight to let you make an interview with her, even though he got declined twice over an email with messages filled with bitter and annoyed words. He remembers your coffee order and he invites you to hang out with his friends to show you that you are now a part of his circle, that you are one of his close ones. He lets you make fun of him with your roommate, but doesnât give you the same treatment he gives Donghyuck when he tries to bully him. He sends you all the cat pictures he gets from his friend Taeyong, sometimes even asking for some when he hasnât sent you ones in too long, and he also thinks of you any time he sees the snowâ because he gets reminded of the walk you two had in the midst of the snowflakes, even though you hate the cold.Â
He reads your favorite book and finds pieces of you scattered all across the pages, he feels his love for you in the poetic words and metaphors hidden in the plot. He lets you dye his hair to signify that a part of his life is now over and a new one startedâ with you being the main actor of the subtle metamorphosis as he slowly shifts back into his old self, yet now a little wiser.Â
He is a man of few words, affection coating them only sometimes, when he reassures you over a mug of hot tea in the evenings before you present your assignments in class and when you get too scared of crowded places; but somehow, the words he keeps to himself translate to you despite not being spoken.
In the beams of the warm sun, you gravitate to him like youâre two planets in the solar system, always sharing the same space. And when his smile meets yours in another kiss, you think that after all, you get the kind of new beginning you wanted in spring.
You and Huang Renjun may be the prime example that love, just like cherry blossoms, always blooms in patience.Â
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title: you're all i need.
pairings: teenage!ellie williams x female!reader
summary: after so many things happening in your life. a break up, sister passing away, and then losing half of your friends. only one person stuck with you and it was ellie. she never left your side, and overtime you grew feelings for her. but you can get your hopes up.
warning: mentions of suicide, swearing, and lots of angst. (minors dni!)
authors note: part 1 is more on y/n story and how she feels. ellie will be there to comfort her.
MEN DNIââ
part 2
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one more month. one more month and no more school, no more stress, no more fake friends. how could someone possibly be this sad? mom is over it, why aren't you? your boyfriend calling you a slut? no biggie. just act like you don't care then no one will notice.
you walk out of your room to brush your teeth. numb. that's all you felt. you have no one. no friends. no love. no sister. wait.. ellie. how could you forget the one person who hasn't done one thing wrong? god, she's an angel. she hasn't left me, yet. you can't even dress nice for school, just sweats. your mom tries to get you to be happier. therapy, not working. quality time, making it worse. talking to her.
communication was never good with her, will it ever be? how can you tell her how you've been craving death? wanting to be with your sister. she was your light. she made you smile on days you couldn't. i mean sure, you had your rough times. but that's how siblings are, right?
or did she secretly hate you?
faked it all?
faked her love?
no. she couldn't have, hah. its funny to think i even thought of that.
suddenly, the time changed late. twenty minutes in the bathroom? jesus. time passes, you're in school.
you see your old friends, teachers, then her. she smiles at you and waves.
"hey! you feeling ok?" ellie asks.
am i? i spent twenty minutes in my own thoughts earlier.
"i'm good." you smile. great acting.
ellie nudges your shoulder and hands you a plastic bag with a cookie, she baked every once in a while even though it wasn't the best. she knew i like sugar cookies. she's so sweet..
"thanks els." you smile, but it was real.
ellie was the only one who could get you to smile. not even your own mom could make you really smile. ellie was special. really special.
as you two walked in the crowded halls, she makes it to her class.
"see you later?" ellie smiles at you again.
gosh, that smile..
you nod and smile back at her "mhm." you mumbled.
you walked to your class, attempting not to be late again. but it was math, you were already failing horribly in math. school makes everything worse for you. tears your soul down. not always though, your sister made those long eight hours fun and exciting. too bad she's gone. you groan under your breath. these thoughts weren't helping. you take your earbuds out and put on a song.
you sigh in relief. finally, you can relieve some stress.
âââ⯠. . . . . hours later . . . . . â°âââŽ
you were finally at home, alone. your mom was still at work, she wasn't coming back until midnight.
long shift, as usual.
you laid down in bed sighing. everything is going to be ok. you kept telling yourself. was it though? your life was already fucked up enough. how could it possibly get better?
â˘ËËË beep beep !! đ
you pick up your phone to see a message from ellie. you smile, she always messages you.
she worried so much.
she's so nice.
you put your phone down and turn off your light. hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.
â°â⤠end of part 1
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shut upâŚand kiss me
gn!reader x george weasley
words: 1121
summary: y/n is tired of the stupid pranks the Weasley twins pull, but despite this, they canât help but find one of them so lovable.
âItâs every day with these stupid pranks.â
âYou donât have to take the fun out of everything,â Lee says with a grin. Weâre sitting at our table in the back of the charms classroom. The class has just ended, but Lee and I have nowhere to be. Somehow, we lucked out with having a free period before lunch, giving us extra time to goof off.
âI just want to pass this class. I shouldnât have to worry which class the Weasley twins will blow up next.â Lee rolls his eyes, but I donât feel wrong for what I said. Usually, with this free time, we would go to the quidditch pitch to mess around and inevitably terrorize Oliver Wood because of it. Or at the very least, we would get to relax in the common room, but Iâd been trying to avoid the twins ever since their pranks started getting shockingly extreme.
âIn their defense, I donât think theyâve ever blown up an entire classroom.â
âYet,â I mumble. Lee says their pranks are getting more extreme because weâre about to graduate, so there are fewer consequences. I say itâs because theyâre getting more deranged.
âAwe, you donât like our pranks?â I quickly turn my head to the right to see Fredâs head poking between Lee's and my shoulders. Itâd be comedic if his ability to be sneaky wasnât so terrifying.
âWe just want to entertain the masses.â I swivel my head to the left to find George hovering over my other shoulder. Heâs closer than Fred was, and the smell of pine radiates off him. It overshadows the smell of fireworks and candy that linger on his clothes, most likely from his new inventions. It combines to make a warm smell that I could wrap myself in on a cold day.
âWell, clearly y/n is not part of the masses, because they donât seem to be having much fun,â Lee mocks. Fred and George pout while Lee tries his best to keep from laughing his ass off.
âYou donât like our pranks?â Fred asks as he jabs his index finger into my cheek.
âThatâs just pitiful,â George says. He leans his head against my shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. From the right, I can tell Lee and Fred are giggling. A part of me wants to say something, or to shut them up, but the other part of me wants George to stay leaned up against me for eternity. As Iâm contemplating my choices, George lifts his head.
âTime to go, Feorge?â Fred asks his twin.
âWe have mischief to manage elsewhere, Gred,â George responds with a serious look. My suspicion that theyâre maniacs grows rapidly.
âI have never understood those nicknames they have for each other,â I tell Lee once the twins are out of the room.
âI have never understood how you and George arenât dating yet.â I shoot him a grim look, but he just returns it with a toothy smile.
âI donât know what makes you think Iâm interested in that miscreant.â
âWell, the fact I have eyes capable of seeing past your bullshit makes me know you want him. I see the way your eyes linger on his lips and the way you two always keep physical contact for just a bit too long, and letâs not forget the time Gryffindor won a quidditch match against Slytherin and you ran over to the field and hugged him for like ten minutes.â
âMaybe Iâm just passionate about quidditch,â I counter. Lee laughs in my face, but when he realizes Iâm serious, his smile drops.
âIf you were passionate about quidditch, youâd be dating Wood, not drooling over George.â
âHey! I do not drool,â I scoff, and he just rolls his eyes.
âWell, since youâre so passionate about quidditch, letâs go study by the pitch,â he suggests hopefully. He suggests going there so much that I consider he could be the one in love with Wood.
As we make our way down to the pitch, I hear soft music, which is a shock because Iâd usually hear the whirling of brooms and yelling amongst teammates. As we round the corner, I turn to see George Weasley standing alone on the quidditch pitch. Heâs taken off his school robe and just has on his white button-down and black trousers. Small candles that gently hover above the ground circle him while he holds out his hand in my direction.
âNow, go talk to him,â Lee says mischievously as he lightly shoves me forward before walking away in the other direction. I guarantee that he and Fred will be spying on George and me this entire time. I stand in front of George and slowly take his hand as the music continues to softly play in the background. Itâs a song Iâve never heard before, but I can tell itâs French, and I can tell that itâs the type of song you slow dance to. As George takes my hand, pulling me close, he begins to slowly waltz with me on the field.
âHow did you manage this?â
âI had to beg Wood to reserve the quidditch pitch so I could use it,â he says with his face tucked into my hair. I can hear his smile, and Iâm impressed he worked something like this out.
âHowâd you convince Wood to go for that?â My question is just louder than a whisper so I donât disrupt the music as we continue to dance.
âIâm going to prank the Slytherin quidditch captain in return,â he tells me with a quiet laugh, and I can't help but smile. âI love to be near you,â he continues, âas crazy as I might sound, I wouldnât want to love anyone but you.â My face heats up with his words, but he just holds me tighter.
âAs stupid as I find some of your pranks, I wouldnât want to spend a second away from you,â I admit. Itâs something I never thought Iâd hear myself say out loud, but Iâm happy to finally get it off my chest. He gently pulls himself away from me and stops dancing. I look up at him nervously, hoping I didnât say the wrong thing, but before he gives me that chance to apologize, heâs already got one hand holding my jaw. He pushes himself towards me again, and I feel his soft lips meet mine. The kiss quickly turns passionate, and my thoughts become jumbled.
âSo, would it be safe to say weâre dating now?â He asks with a cheeky grin as he pulls out of the kiss.
âI think it would be safe to say that,â I assure, right before pushing us back into the kiss.
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Aaah open requests! Yay! I loved the fic about the peacocks interrupting Baldwin and I NEED more light-hearted reader x KOH's Baldwin. Could you pretty please do reader "arguing" with Baldwin over something silly where he ends up teasing her into giving in to what he wants? Basically them behaving like two lovesick teenagers instead of king and queen. Thank you!
⤠All In Good Fun - King Baldwin x Reader â¤
⤠Crack Fic â¤
A/N: Hello Anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed that fic! I agree, I need to do more lighthearted stories and hopefully this one turned out how you wanted it to! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!
PS: I used the same scenario from the âThose Darn Birdsâ fic, just maybe like a week later from when it was set :)
The union of Baldwinâs cousin and her, now husband, had proceeded as planned.
The king did his best to not speak to his new cousin in law and avoided him at all costs to prevent an uncomfortable and insulting interaction.
Y/n stayed beside Baldwin all day, as the king and queen should, so other than a brief awkward congratulations to the newly married couple, there was no other issue.
Still though, Baldwin was not enjoying the event at all. For the entire day, all he could think about was retiring to the royal chambers and getting away from the chaos.
Finally, evening arrived and the guests went to their rooms to prepare for dinner.Â
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âOh thank the lord that is over!â Baldwin sighed as soon as the door was closed.
Y/n chuckled, âit's not over yet my love, we still have dinnerâ.
This earnt a heavy sigh from her husband as he removed his mask and veil, sitting his tired body down on the couch.
âMust I go darling? I am sure my presence will not be missed. I barely spoke all day?â he protested.
Y/n laughed again as she sat down at the vanity to fix her makeup.
âYou're the king sweetheart! You're the single most important man in the kingdom! You must attend!â.
This earnt another tired groan from Baldwin, âyou could just tell them I was too sick to attenddd?â he asked, raising his one good eyebrow.
âAre you suggesting we lie to our own friends and family about your wellbeing?â the queen gasped sarcastically, turning dramatically to look at him.
Baldwin grinned at her reaction.
âMaybe I am! As you say, I am the king after all. I can do what I pleaseâ he added in a sarcastically upper class voice, standing to approach his wife.
Y/n laughed again, turning back to the mirror as Baldwin wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on top of her head.
âIs that so? Well I guess you must stay then if you are soo tiredddâ y/n teased.
âWell are you going to attend?â he asked with a smile.
âYes, I must attend. Besides, I need to tell the guests that you âwere so exhaustedâ and that you âcouldn't possibly even stand up any longerââ.Â
The kingâs smile widened.
âThank you my loveeeâ Baldwin said, kissing her head before going to get changed into a nightgown while y/n continued to ready herself for dinner.
She finished getting ready just as Baldwin was snuggling underneath the bed covers with a book in his hands.
Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes as he looked up at her with a cheesy grin.
âWell, you sure look comfortableâ y/n teased again, standing from her seat.
âYes I certainly am, but I would be much more comfortable with you in here thoughhhâ he teased back.
The queen bent down to kiss her husband on the forehead.
âWell I shall be back in about an hour, would you like me to bring you some food your highnessâ she curtsied dramatically causing Baldwin to chuckle.
âYes pleaseee, you look beautiful by the wayyyâ he replied, the goofy grin on his face widening.
âYou're lucky that you're sweetâ y/n replied, turning to leave.
âI love you!â Baldwin called out.
âI love you too!â y/n called back, slipping out of the room with a small smile on her face.
#king baldwin iv#kingdom of heaven#kingdom of heaven fandom#king baldwin#king baldwin iv x reader#king baldwin x you#king baldwin x reader#kingdom of heaven 2005#the leper king#king baldwin iv x oc#kindgdom of heaven#leper king#kingbaldwin#baldwin iv#baldwin#baldwin iv of jerusalem#koh fandom#koh
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Ayano Aishi
Name: Ayano Aishi
Gender: Female
Class: 2-1
Club: None
Persona: Devoted
Reputation:
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Crush: Taro Yamada (Obsession)
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It's been interesting writing Ayano thus far. I don't want to spoil my future plans for her, but I have an interesting idea that I think I've been incorporating into how she speaks, acts, and interacts with others pretty well.
It's also interesting seeing how Ayano looks from how she started. When I started a couple months ago, the way I posted the characters were really messy. (And frankly, it still is, but my pattern is more recognizable now.) I can't say that I posted this for the sake of showing "how far my art has come" because I don't think it's changed much.
I think that seeing how I draw and write for Ayano now is different but still just as messy as when I started. At first, it was because I simply didn't know what I was doing, and now it's because I'm rushing to finish. That, of course, isn't a good thing, but it's strange seeing that when comparing the two now.
Anyway, the support thus far has been very helpful and motivated me to get to this point and hopefully continue posting once I've finished school and gotten my life together. It's been fun seeing what little feedback I got and receiving a few asks. I suppose the best way I know which drawings of mine are most liked is simply by the like count, which is helpful in its own right.
Regardless, thanks for the support, especially from my consistent followers. I can't say I look forward to posting again since, as the end of this, I'm exhausted from doing so and want a break, but I can say that I feel accomplished to have finished! So, rather,
I look forward to hearing everyone's thoughts, even if those responses eventually die down until I start posting again.
Have a good day to everyone. I'm certain I'll have a good break. đđđŠˇ
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I miss ur writings sm :(
I am so sorry that I've been gone for so long, I haven't posted any fan fiction in so many months and honestly I lost motivation đ so many ppl who were in this fandom and I created a community with, were slowly getting over this "phase" and it definitely affected me. But I'm going to try and get back into writing. I hope this will do good for now! Ive had a lot of ppl recently ask for 2005 bill hcs, and I've done that before so if this is repetitive for something else I've written, sorry!
content warnings: none
a/n: I'll be updating my tag list since it hasn't been updated since like August of last year and I don't want to be tagging people who don't care or want to see these posts anymore. So if you wanna be tagged, let me know!
2005!bill kaulitz x f!reader
sfw:
- I'm an alternative person so whenever I write for bill, I always imagine him with an alternative girl đ even though from what I've seen he's never really been w/ an alternative one, BUT LETS PRETEND OKAY đđ
⢠he absolutely loves doing hair together, I think he enjoys helping you do your hair in the morning and your make up. And he's even more greatful if you do his makeup. Then he can just relax while you help him.
⢠pookie has crunchy ass hair at the end of the day when he has to wash it out, don't make fun of him đ
⢠getting piercings together is something he LOVES doing with you. Mainly early piercings because he only has a tongue and eyebrow piercing on his face.
⢠if you made music too, he would always go to your concerts and basically scream the entire time. Hopefully, you'd do the same for him.
⢠if you have longer nails, head scratches are always a must and he will lay in your lap for literal hours while you pamper him.
- I personally think he would love to learn words in your language if you keep something different than German. And despite what anybody thinks, he finds it hilarious to learn the dirty words.
⢠if you cook him something from your culture, he will literally die. He basically thinks everything about you is so cool, and learning about a culture different from his is so exciting
⢠but if you two really want to date, you'll have to both try to learn English or each other language because there is going to be a hard language barrier between you two.
- I think one of the reasons he would've fallen in love with you is because you were upfront with him. He's not the type of guy to just go up and kiss someone so if you confess first, that would make things so much easier.
- obviously, you'd have to get along with Tom, Georg and Gustav. So if you don't, there's no way he'll go out with you, especially if you can't get along or hate Tom.
-Dates together consist of stuff you guys bought somewhere, or if you guys went to a fastfood restaurant.
⢠He doesn't have a lot of money yet so dates wouldn't exactly be high class, hopefully you don't mind đ
-Since this is around the time Tokio Hotel is getting increasingly famous, there are fangirls around trying to flirt and ask out bill all the time and he has to shoo them off. He reminds you every night about how much he loves you and that those fan girls shouldn't bother you.
-he likes to spoon you a lot, and you two switch back n forth between him being the big spoon and the small spoon.
⢠I think he also really likes it when you lay on top of him, with your face in his neck and your legs wrapped around him. (This also works sitting upwards).
⢠cuddling with him is so nice too because he actually smells really good đą
- I think he still gets very insecure sometimes because of the haters and people who harass the band because they don't like them and you reassure him a lot.
a/n pt 2: sorry this wasn't too long! I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing so if this is terrible I'm sorry đ
taglist: none right now
#tokio hotel#bill kaulitz#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x yn#tokio hotel fanfics#i hope this wasnt completely terrible#i havent written in forever đ
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Corrie Week Day 7: FOX DAY!
And with this I have completed my first ever FULL fandom week thing! (I always end up forgetting to do day 7 lol) and while none of it is particularly long, I'm still proud of me!
Once again writing this at work because why not get paid to write fanfiction?
Here we go!
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The thing about Coruscant that the GAR didn't know was that it wasn't worth protecting. That the down on their luck people were stepped on by those with money and power, and that the people with money and power could do whatever they wanted and get away with it.
It wasn't fair but nothing in life was.
So Fox did the only thing he could do.
Shrugged and moved on.
There was better osik for him to worry about than natborns and their arbitrary rules of class and other such rot. Fox had shinies to take care of and troopers to train, he didn't have any time or energy to spare in wondering about the strange things natborns do.
Didn't stop the Corries from collecting gossip like a trash chute collected waste.
"Senator Drahish definitely has a few side arms, none of the beings that came over to xir rooms last night were xir spouse and they all stayed until relief at 0600!"
"I'm positive Senator Binks only exists to make us question Nabooian citizen's sanity."
"Last week Senator Ishtasi met up with a Jetii and they totally kriffed in the alley. Smelled awful but whatever rattles your shell, am I right?"
"General Kenobi is clearly in love with his Commander, and the Commander is blind as haran and doesn't notice because we all know Commander Fox got all of the brain cells out of that batch."
"At least it's better than Commander Fox knowing Vos is bucket over boots for him and using his privileges to get whatever the Commander needs or wants."
Fox glared at the two discussing that last bit of gossip, but the idiots just smiled cheekily back at him. Unfortunately, his Corries were well aware of his fondness for all of them. Even if none of them necessarily knew that Fox wasn't manipulating Vos so much as he's letting his partner do nice things for him.
He'd never live that down.
So he let the two off with just a wave of his hand and leaned back in his ever so comfy desk chair said Jedi acquired for him. No he will NOT be asking where it came from.
For once he was doing as Hex ordered, and taking a much needed break from the never ending stream of datawork.
(Mostly because Hex had Codex install cams in Fox's office that live streamed to the medbay. His CMO would absolutely notice if he wasn't taking the mandatory breaks and resting his eyes and hands for some kriffing reason.
It was also the unfortunate reason Fox had had to cancel his much desired visit from Quinlan because there was no way in haran Fox was going to let Hex see him and his Jedi kriffing.
That was too much power for one vod to hold.)
His peace last a whole five minutes (a record) when there was a commotion in the hallway right outside his door.
Fox sighed.
Hopefully it would be something important enough that Hex wouldn't get on his shebs about ending his break early.
There was barely enough time for Fox to put his feet down on the floor before the door to his office was slamming open (how in the Force? They were SLIDING doors?!).
It was a GAR trooper in royal blue.
What the heck was one of Rex's idiots doing in Corrie Command?
Thire, Stone, and Thorn all clamored in right after the frontie, a few other guards crowding around in the doorway.
"I told you earlier, frontie, whatever you need to tell us can go through ME first!" Thorn huffed and tried to push his way between the GAR trooper and Fox with a puffed up chest.
The trooper just pushed Thorn aside, which cause his fellow Corrie to let out a hilarious squawking sound as he was knocked to the floor. (Thorn carried around a massive fire arm for fun, the Force was up with this trooper that they could just knock him aside??)
"Commander Fox?" The frontie slurred slightly, swaying a bit where he stood, so Fox decided to put him out of his misery.
"What can I do for you, trooper?"
"Are you actually Commander Fox? Because all of these Corries said that THEY were Commander Fox." The vod took off their bucket and glared. They did not look healthy.
The Aurebesh five on their temple the only thing not coated in sweat and other debris.
Interesting.
Fox settled back in his chair.
"Pretty sure that os'ika, Rex, told you exactly what my paint looked like, Fives. Now what do you want?"
It was a credit to Fives that he didn't startle at Fox knowing who the Force he was, but Fox was still withholding judgement considering the vod looked like he was on a bad spice trip.
Fives squinted at him then nodded quickly.
"Yeah, the Captain said you were, like, a super asshole."
Fox smirked. He did, in fact, have more asshole than most of his batch (barring Cody and Wolffe, who were definitely more asshole than he was).
"Anyway, the Chancellor is a Sith Lord and there are little microscopic chips inside of every vod with override codes that can make us do anything he wants us to, including murdering the Jedi including their tubies and cadets." Fives swayed where he stood, and Stone came up to steady him.
Fox hummed.
"Well?" Fives looked a little angry, but it was to be expected considering he was a frontie.
"Thorn."
"Sir." Thorn snapped to attention and saluted, recognizing Fox's voice for the Professional Shenanigans are Afoot tone that it was.
"You still have that slugthrower I'm not supposed to know about?"
"Yessir."
"Please go get it, I'm going to shoot the Chancellor."
"Yessir!"
The Corries departed with shouts of glee and a few exclamations of "finally!" following them.
Poor Fives just looked confused.
"That's it? I thought I'd have to be more persuasive than that..."
Fox shrugged.
"I've been looking for a way to murder that old man since I got on this skughole of a planet. This is better than the excuses we've been brainstorming."
"And if I'm wrong??" Fives furrowed his brows and looked to Stone like he was going to be of any help.
"Are you?"
"NO!"
"Then it's time to commit a murder. Let's go."
#scream screams#screamhoney things#star wars#commander fox#coruscant guard#corrie week 2024#quinfox#mentioned anyway#corrieweek#corrieweek2024#I finished :D#thank you#<3
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