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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 1 year ago

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Eddie Munson x Suicide!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You and Eddie went out on a date. While everything seemed to be going well, the problems that torment you take you in a moment of weakness, having to reveal a frightening truth to Eddie, including feelings of guilt.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Suicidal thoughts, topics about death, topics about suicide, your last name is Williams (I don't know I like this kind of last name), mention of abuse, mention of depression, mention of Y/N, bad language, fluff, hurt/comfort, Y/N being silly.

𝐀/𝐍: First One-Shot on Eddie Munson. I came up with this idea - I admit it - inspired by character ai roleplays... But I don't think this is that important. I accept any advice from you to support me and improve! Hope you like it. Sorry for my english, this is not my native language. (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You walked into the bar while waiting for your boyfriend right away, while ordering just a glass of water. You and Eddie met at that bar to hang out. By now it had been almost months since you started dating and we can say that you are very close. You looked up as the curly-haired metalhead walked in giving you a smirk.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart" You smiled at that nickname. "Yes, you are" Eddie sat across from you at that moment as he couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Come on, don't be so mean to me" His way of teasing you liked, but as always you tried not to point it out. "Uhuh, anyway how about we grab something? Or do you want to keep staring at me until you get tired?" You said as he shook his head and nodded. You had well thought of getting a beer for both of you, but in the end only Eddie took it, while you settled for a simple Coca Cola, today you weren't in the right mood to ingest alcohol.

"Hey, hey! What are you going to do?" The metalhead began to say as soon as he saw you open your wallet. You looked at him confused "What do you mean?" Eddie at your question snatches your wallet away putting it so you can't take it.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Give it back to me!" You jumped trying to get to his hand, but there was nothing you could do, you were way too short to reach him. "Ha ha ha, don't think about it at all. Sweetheart, did you really think you wanted to pay?" You didn't answer and you looked at him in surrender. “Just as I thought,” he chuckled as he watched you pout and handed your wallet back. You and Eddie have dated countless times, and when he was always the one paying it made you feel guilty, for you, both parties had to pay or maybe once you or once he, let's say the concept that man always has to you didn't like paying, and Eddie appreciates that even though this time he was serious about spending his money on both of you.

"Don't look at me like that" He said as you left the bar "Like what?" You asked taking a sip of the drink obviously pretending not to know what he was referring to.

"As if you were an offended child" Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and then you brought him closer.

"Fuck you" the boy laughed "You're the usual princess" That nickname made you blush "And you're the usual jerk" you commented and then gave him a light kiss on the cheek while together you head into the Hawkins wood. After you made friends with Eddie, the woods became your secret place to hide away, where problems vanished and no one could disturb you. You've been putting in and putting up with too much at that precise time lately and a quiet walk in the woods with your boyfriend was the best thing you could do right now.

You both talked about many things and Eddie's adrenaline made you smile a lot by infecting you with his energy.

"You're joking I hope," Eddie snapped as he kicked a small rock. "No I swear! My grandmother is obsessed with the fact that I'm possessed by the devil because I don't dress like the others girls" You laughed at his reaction. "Your grandmother is out of her mind."

"Don't even tell me, it's also devastating to think of all her complaints" You replied to your boyfriend as you exchanged a warm smile.

That's right. After your parents died you had to move to Hawkins, to be exact with your paternal grandparents. The three of you lived in front of Dustin's residence, in fact he was your first friend in Hawkins and then you introduced yourself to the others. After starting high school, you had to move due to financial problems and managed to find a place at the Trailer Park. Quiet place but your grandparents were way too old to be parents again and in fact you could hardly hold an argument with them without breaking something and yelling at them while making the whole neighborhood hear you.

Above all, they are very religious and your grandmother always expected you to be like other girls your age.

"Seriously, they call me a Satanist because I play a fantasy game, and your grandmother calls you a slave to the devil because you don't like going to church or because you dress a certain way?" You could see the boy in his face that he was speechless. You watched as you both proceeded to walk and look around. "Unfortunately for you the answer is yes. Apparently we are two Satanists, big boy " at that nickname his cheeks turned pink. You knew very well that this had a certain effect on him and your way of calling him that drove him crazy. "We'll summon the devil together and go to hell" He said it doing his usual nutty theater and you couldn't help but laugh at his scenes.

"My dear Williams, if you don't want to end up in hell you should start becoming a girl who dresses well" He teased you as he approached your face "Fuck it! I really don't think about it" you laughed pushing him away while then you decide to stop.

Eddie sat leaning against the oak tree while you stood before him taking the last of your soda. "Won't you sit down?" The boy asked looking at you. "Nah. I'd rather stand for now," the metalhead chuckled as you looked around.

Hawkins wood for you was perhaps the most beautiful place to go, the peace was infinite and the air that surrounded it was something wonderful. The birds singing as the wind blew the leaves away was truly therapeutic. Nothing for you could break that stillness that surrounded the big trees. The first time you came here you were scared, because you were always afraid of getting lost, but when you went there for the first time with Eddie you felt safer and understood the true beauty of that place.

"Shit!" Suddenly you screamed and Eddie looked at you worried for a moment. "I'm so energetic today, I think I could show my third finger to anyone who passes by." He smiled at you. Eddie knew you by now and he knew that every now and then you had these moments of madness that you had to let vent, so he kept looking at you always finding the beauty in what you said or did, even if you would have been swearing all day long.

"Should I be scared?" His tone was playful and you looked at him and then smiled "No, I was joking. But I'm still so energetic." After a while you tried to vent your energy by hanging around the boy or looking around talking to him. You had to let Eddie know who he was close to, and if he would be ready to face the troubled girl that you were. Your feeling insecure had caused Eddie a bit of a hard time. He always told you he'd be there for you no matter what kind of person you were. He just loved you but that wasn't enough for you. To you he was just unaware, inconsistent with what he was doing. You loved Eddie to death, but you were always afraid that then he would leave as the others had done in the past, so you preferred to show the real you and see if he would stay next to you or if he would run away.

The laughs were a lot and that pastime with Eddie seemed to last forever, which you didn't mind at all. You looked at the trees in front of you with your back to the boy admiring the light fog that had formed, giving the forest a calm that your body had never felt, your laughter ended and your smile was still printed on your face.

"Can you imagine staying here forever?" You said catching your breath from too many laughs. Eddie looked at you with a smile "Yes sweetheart, I can imagine staying here forever with you" those words of his made you very happy but now you were focused on the place where you were, on the calm letting so many things go through your head. "Yes, that's right. No problems, no yelling, no criticism, no disappointments…just peace." Your tone was now relaxed while your face was as well. You could say you were just calm, but unfortunately your darkest thoughts didn't want to give you a break. The boy just nodded and before he said anything you preceded him.

"Can you imagine having the chance to... die here? " Eddie's eyes were confused at your question. Why would you think about such a thing? What does that have to do with the peace of the place?

"No honey, it's too good place to think about ruining it with a horrible death." He said sincerely "Why did you suddenly think about death?" His tone was nonjudgmental, as if you could blindly trust him. "No nothing. It's just...if I had to decide on one place to end my life, it's definitely this, I wouldn't mind dying here, giving me the chance for a happy and peaceful death." You still had your back to Eddie before he he could look at you again and try to figure out what was going through your head.

"Why would you think that? I hope you're not planning to die." You didn't say anything, it took you a while to answer him. "No, why should I?" Surely Eddie thought you were joking... You felt how your thoughts took over and how your energy disappeared in a flash. "Why are you talking about dying here Y/N?" The boy still sat and then finally saw your face when you turned to him.

"I'm talking about dying here, because I think this forest is the perfect place to end one's existence. And then, death isn't necessarily a bad thing," you confessed. For you, the concept of death was very different from how others thought it, it was not only dark but a new glimmer of light for peace and freedom. "How can you say that death isn't a bad thing?" His tone was shocked but his eyes showed concern and care.

You turned towards the forest "Because maybe for you death is just a bad thing, something that shouldn't exist...but actually death is what gives value to life, the end of a chapter is the beginning of a new story" You said those words with a tone of admiration. After all, for you life and death were two opposites that attract each other, life was the beginning and death was the end. But now it was Eddie's turn "Death is a horrible thing, darling. Even if it gives value to life by marking the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new story. You know death takes people away from this earth" You still had your back turned while he spoke. You felt it doesn't happen. Your boyfriend was doing it all wrong, he wasn't realizing the importance of dying and ending the suffering.

"For me, on the other hand, it's a beautiful thing and it deserves to be seen a little more in color instead of black and white, the usual sad colors...It's true, death distances people from the earth, but perhaps it meant that at that moment that person's story was destined to end."

He sighed "I see what you mean. But death in real life and not in literature or a movie is often just awful and unfair. People leave loved ones behind forever and it's not something easy to deal with." You turned to him again to find him still sitting trying to decipher you but your face seemed devoid of any emotion.

"It's true. Death is also unfair because it robs us of the people we love. I've always been told it's because God has a plan for them, but I don't believe it… letting people die for a goddamn plan didn't I think if it happened it happened" Now you looked at the sky and Eddie didn't know where you were getting at but he just knew that he was worried about you.

"Sweetheart, what do you mean?"

You didn't answer that question of his. Exactly...What did you mean? What did you have in mind? What prompted you to let your dark thoughts about death come out?

For a moment you didn't know either...you just had to have a fun and carefree day with your boyfriend, so why do you have this impulse to want to feel weak? Of wanting to leave everything as it is and disappear without being found. Somehow the peaceful and divine sensations of the forest had led to remember the bad events that you still continue to endure today. How even though what you do isn't going well, and how your grandparents just see you as a failure...and let's not talk about the constant arguments. They always ended in yells from you when your grandfather seriously lost his temper and you paid the price. Your scars were many and perhaps not enough. Your continuing to live was real hell for you.

This city, like the life you were living, was just awful and maybe you thought you hadn't found worse torture.

But there was him…Eddie. That one person who somehow brought back your smile and desire to have fun.

"Y/N why don't you answer me?" This time you felt the metalhead get up and set his eyes on your shoulders.

"I was thinking..." you were now lost in your thoughts and your worst fears seemed to want to come out.

"Honey, you're making me worry you know?" He said as his voice made your heart melt. You knew how worried he was about you and deep down it made you feel guilty. You were really scared but this pain was really too strong for you. "Please love, turn around" He told you but you didn't, you knew very well that if you met his eyes you would collapse and you didn't want to.

"Can I ask you a question Eddie?" You took a deep breath when he gave you consent and with all the strength you had you spoke.

"Do you think people who take their own lives are stupid and weak people?" Eddie looked at you again, not able to see your face again and dazed by your question while you had a serious doubt that you wanted to get rid of.

"Of course not. The pain that someone feels that drives them to take their own life is something not many people understand. Sometimes, life can be too hard to bear and some think that death is the way out" He approached you and with his arms wrapped around your waist hugging you from behind. "Whoever makes this decision…must have been through hell that we can't even fathom. But Honey…death isn't the only way out."

Eddie didn't know what you were going through every day and you honestly didn't want to tell him. It wasn't a good topic to talk about and especially with your boyfriend. The urge to cry was about to penetrate your soul creating that annoying knot on your neck.

"You're right... people only know how to judge the dead because according to them every problem they had could be solved just by talking or something else... big bullshit, big and huge bullshit. People don't know and talk as if nothing had happened happened of the deaths of the others" As soon as he released his grip you took a step forward looking at the trees wrapped in the sweet mist. So many times you had to hear comments like that about people who committed suicide, and god you hated those fucking comments so much. Despite everything, people also despised those who killed themselves to ease the pain and to take away their existence on earth, and this for you was just one of the many things you'd always thought if you'd gone away.

"Exactly, love. We can't judge those who take their own lives because we didn't experience what they experienced." Eddie was now resigned that you wouldn't turn away "We shouldn't judge or belittle someone because they can't bear the pain of life. The world is full of people who don't understand and are incapable of showing empathy towards others." Shit if Eddie knew how to use words... That boy was more right than ever, he knew exactly how to make you collapse and you didn't know why you were still standing instead of crying and letting off steam hugging him. "What if that person who kills Themself and makes everyone else suffer?" You trimmed your lower lip.

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked seeing you trembling "Y/N why are you trembling?-".

"Would you forgive that person? Even if they left you alone ending their life?" This time you turned to face him as your voice cracked "Even though his gesture was selfish and insensitive?" Eddie looked at you for a while and then I nodded. "Yes" and in that moment your eyes became watery but still not shedding a tear.

“I would forgive them and not hold them accountable for what happened. Because even if what they did was selfish or insensitive, they had the weight of the world on their shoulders at that moment and must have felt like they had no other way out." He approached you placing his hands on your cheeks and the knot in your neck was getting stronger and stronger. You were so afraid. Because what you planned to do would leave Eddie sad for the rest of his days. Even if you thought that maybe one day he would abandon you, you still thought that he of all the people you knew, would mourn your death and this feeling of guilt you would not be able to carry it even after death. "Even if his death will make you suffer?" You trembled even more as your heart pounded. "Yes. Of course it would hurt me." Eddie's tone was calm but there is some pain. "But I wouldn't blame the victim for what happened. It's unfair to judge someone for a mistake that occurred in a time of so much pain and suffering. But I would forgive them and remember them for better or for worse."

Eddie always knew how to surprise you. You were in awe of how he was kind-hearted enough to forgive even the one person who despite her love for him, was ready to leave him behind. You couldn't seriously do it and the tears came out of your head making your boyfriend worry even more "So would you forgive me even if I left you behind? Even if I decide to put an end to my story?" Your warm tears wet his rings and he kissed your forehead and hugged you.

"What's up with you sweetheart?" His tone was calm and sympathetic as he stroked your hair. You, on the other hand, had become a river of tears that could not be stopped.

"I'm tired Eddie...I don't want to stay here in this world, I don't want to face anything anymore, I'm not capable of it... even if no one will regret me for life at least I will have stopped following a life that doesn't belong to me" you pulled nose up "I'm tired of suffering, I don't deserve to be here." He held you even tighter as you continued to cry into his Hellfire shirt.

Eddie was hurt by your words. The very thought of not seeing you tomorrow hurt and terrified him. He didn't know exactly what you were going through but now he was willing to comfort you.

"It hurts me when you say things like 'maybe it would be beautiful to die here'. Please...you are very young. You have your whole life ahead of you. This life is yours and yours alone to live. And I am telling you that you can face any what, honey." Eddie made your eyes meet and looking at your face in pain hurt him even more.

“You don't understand Eddie…nothing belongs to me. I'm everything others call selfish. and that made others suffer..." You continued to cry and sob.

"Don't say that. You know you deserve all the good I give you, you know that? Now please dry your tears and don't believe these things. Because they are not true. I don't want to stop you from finding peace but I want to make you feel better, and I want you to talk to me, okay?" You didn't know what to say except roll up your big nose and sob more and more at his words.

It's true... sooner or later you would have committed suicide finally leaving the life that didn't belong to you. You haven't changed your mind but seeing Eddie, perhaps your possible savior who prevented you from reaching death, in that state made you regret...

Even though as he said, he would have forgiven you, you still can't deny that he will suffer for you, for teasing him by not talking to him and leaving him, maybe even making him think he's the cause of your own death.

"I know and...I don't want to hurt you but seriously I can't take it anymore. You're the only one who really loves me and I-" you were interrupted by him with a kiss on the lips.

"Sweetheart, take it easy now" Your tone was loving as his curly hair pinched the back of your neck. "Now I want you to calm down and dry these tears, okay?" His ringed hand continued to care for your scalp as you followed orders.

"Good girl" He gave you another kiss on the forehead and then embraced you again.

"I'm sorry..." You said resting your head on his neck. "Shh- don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong." He consoled you again and slowly you felt your breathing settle and you cuddled up to Eddie.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Eddie said softly close to your ear.

You shook your head and he smiled continuing to hug you "Whenever you want I'll always be by your side honey, okay? If you don't want to do it for you, then do it for me, okay?" You nodded and then felt his lips press against your cheek. You were very lucky to have found someone like Eddie, very lucky. Don't you think you've found a better person to give all your love to. “I promise Eds” more tears came out. "How about we go get something to eat now? Hm?" Eddie proposed trying to use one of your weaknesses, food. You nodded as you clung to his chest "You want to go to the supermarket to get some chocolate pudding?" At that question asked by your boyfriend you began to find comfort. He couldn't resist you, your face was simply genuine like that of a child, who despite a liberating cry everything was resolved by eating something to make you feel better. He laughed then lifted your chin with two fingers and pressed his lips to your cheeks, tasting the residue of your shed tears. After several kisses he looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes and you couldn't help but smile.

"This. This is what I want to see today, a beautiful smile." You blushed but shook your head "I don't have a beautiful smile-" He stopped you quickly. "I don't want to hear stories honey, you have a gorgeous smile that looks so flattering on you, and fuck I say you look beautiful when you smile, so don't ever stop smiling, okay?"

"Yes Eddie" you nodded as your lips parted.

"Keep doing this even if you think you want to die here tomorrow, okay?" He approached you. You didn't know what to answer to that question of his but he kept talking and now your foreheads were attached.

"Because at least I'll be sure you'll be gone smiling, dying happily. So I'll be happy too." Eddie apparently wanted to see how many tears you'd shed at all his words as you held on to his arms.

"Alright sweetheart?" He asked for confirmation.

You nodded repeatedly. He sighs "I need your words."

"Yes Eddie" Your voice was broken but happy with a lighter heart. Not only was Eddie a good-hearted guy, but he hopes you can live happily ever after. You felt Eddie was about to shed a few tears and you could understand this, he was encouraging his girlfriend to smile and die not thinking about the past that hurt her, but about the present that tried to heal her wounds. Eddie didn't feel able to help you, he thought he wouldn't be able to and that the next day he would never see you again, for him this was his goodbye. But within itself. God would have wanted to tell you that it was worth it and that with him you would have lived the best life you deserved. You knew that he would give you everything and that he would do everything, only and exclusively for you. He would even hurt himself just to make you understand how much you mean to him. But Eddie inside was insecure, and seeing you in those conditions without being able to say and do something like a heroic gesture to make you change your mind hurt him, maybe he didn't even feel worthy of you...

But you understood all this even if he didn't expressly say it. He's not crying and he's just wrapping his arms around you and now you realize that Eddie has never held this much in his life. Inside him you could feel the urge to yell at you that what you were doing was horribly wrong and that he hated living without you. But no. He understood and understood you, so much so that he let you go...

To let your chapter end.

You smiled again and Eddie was happier and happier "I love you Eddie".

He said nothing, squeezing you tightly and thrusting his head into your neck. You stroked his long curls as his warm breath on your skin gave you goosebumps. "I love you too sweetheart, never forget that"

"I'll Never Forget Eds"

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seyoonlgc · 1 year ago

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tw: mentions of parental neglect, death, emotional abuse & childhood trauma.

Mother had heard about Chuseok, and asked to see him. Though it was only for dinner - a mere three hours of his time, Seyoon responded with no, I have a hair appointment. The line was silent on the other side for some time upon hearing this, and he imagined his mother's perfect brows furrowing from the sheer audacity of this excuse.

He hoped she'd get mad. Would have loved it if she hung up on him.

Instead, she asked again, using a softer voice. Said she will do the dye for him and cook all of his favorite things.

Seyoon relented, because a part of him will always be weak for her was curious if she could deliver on that promise. Wondered if somehow, despite never asking once, she would actually know what he liked.

Disappointment was a bitter pill to swallow, so Seyoon washed it down with some of the well seasoned ginseng chicken soup her majesty had made. She did indeed cook up a table full of food. All of the dishes were delicious, but not a single one was right for him. She also didn't take him to the home she shared with her husband and instead, to the apartment she'd let him use before, bought for her by another man some years ago.

"I'm thinking of going blonde," Seyoon started, but realized she already had the right shade of dye in her hands.

"I know," she answered with a smile that looked hauntingly like his own. "It will suit you." Her majesty sifted through his hair. "My Seyoon will look handsome." Seyoon's heart lifted. "Just not as much as Yoosoo's boy." And it sank. "Never as much as him." Ouch.

Mother, dear mother...Sometimes he wondered why she didn't pretend harder with him the way she did everybody else.

Perhaps she couldn't, after all, she hated him. It was rather despicable, though, how she dared to hate him when she was the one who made the choice to bring him into the world. She forced him to be here and made him endure all the consequences of her irresponsibility and lack of discretion.

There was a time when Seyoon had hoped otherwise. Convinced himself that she perhaps cared about him, and just never reached out because she had good reasons. Even after finding all the letters his step mom hid from him, he still hoped, that's why one call from Korea got him hopping on a plane.

Was it wrong? Was it wrong for a son to want to be loved by his own mother? Was it wrong to leave everything he knew behind just so he could ask why?

People thought he came to this country to follow his dream, but in reality, he was desperately seeking closure.

Want to hear a terrible secret?

There was a song his mother sang to him when he was a baby. In one of the only videos he had of her, she carried him tenderly in her arms and took him for a walk around the pond, humming sweetly. Apparently this was something she did often back in the day. His father remembered part of the harmony and hummed it to him too at times. As a teenager, he searched for the song endlessly and it wasn't until he'd arrived at Korea did he finally find out what it was about. While bearing a lovely melody, the song was about misery and death. A boy who had lost his beloved walked calmly into the river and ended his suffering once and for all. When his mother walked by the pond with her baby, humming about glassy eyes and lungs filling with water, was she perhaps tempted to lose the giggling bundle that was in truth her ball and chain?

Let's be honest, if people did not find out that she had a son prior to this marriage and blow it up, she would have never called him. Everything she was doing after that phone call was for her own image. That was why no matter how wild his parties got or how late he was out drinking, she never scolded him. And in fact, offered hungover soup sometimes in silent encouragement.

Destroy yourself.

Die so you won't be my problem anymore.

I never wanted you, and your father didn't either. Nobody ever did, just die.

Mother started humming the song again, and even now, knowing exactly what it was about, Seyoon felt his shoulders relaxing and his eyelids drooping as if somebody fed him spoonfuls of Nyquil.

This was the first person he'd ever loved - he loved her before knowing her, before knowing himself. This love had become part of his system, ran in his blood through every vein and entrenched deep even into his subconscious. It was poison, and destructive, but the very thought of trying to cleanse her out completely made him stiffen in fear.

See, the mother-child connection had a strength Seyoon could not deny, however toxic theirs was.

#tw: childhood trauma #tw: parental neglect #lgc:familycon2k23 #tw: mention of death #lgcyoojoon #tagged for mentioning #this purpose of this solo is partly to demonstrate the extent of seyoon's mommy issues #and partly because he's going BLONDE #i am out of content for brown haired Matthew this is what we gotta do

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minutiaeoflife · 28 days ago

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Take Me Home, Country Roads

* Before you proceed on reading this blog, I suggest you listen to this song as you go on reading every bit of this blog. You may decline this suggestion though, no pressure 😊 *

As we grow older every year, we can't deny the fact that we missed being a child. Being a child feels like we're problem free. Although, before we consider running away from our parents or guardians when they're about to get us to sleep as one of our main problems just because we want to play outside with our friends.

Our featured kid for this blog is a very adorable little girl. We will call her by her nickname, Luna.

Our little Luna is now a healthy 3 year old kid. She can now walk steadily as she was able to learn balancing when she was still 1 year old. She can run aggressively as well, and can climb on chairs expertly, without any help. Although there are certain actions or things where she still needs a little bit of guidance from her mother like wearing, and changing her clothes and taking a bath, in which I find relatable as well since I was also like that to my Mom when I was still young. But with the rest like brushing her teeth and drinking water from glasses, are one of the things that she can do all by herself.

In terms of Luna's growth, according to her Mom, her weight hasn't drastically changed yet, she's not malnourished or obese as well, so far her weight has been consistently 13 kilos. As they have observed, she hasn't grown taller as well. Although those are the factors that other people or parents might be worried about, but for them, it's normal, probably it's because Luna might be experiencing slow growth, like that, and besides that, seeing Luna personally, she's doing fine and well for her age. She's also actively playing with her friends, running around the field, going back to their house to either rest for a while or talk to her Mom or his brother, then go back to her friends again.

Riding a bicycle is currently Luna's favorite pastime, every time she comes home from school, or after she takes a nap, she always goes to her friends then they'll ride the bicycle together. Aside from that, Luna can take commands or errands now, whenever her mother tells her to buy something, she immediately obeys her then goes out to buy it. She already knows how to buy such products at a very young age, and I'm quite shocked about that information. I just couldn't believe that kids like her can do those things because it's all new to me. I didn't experience being told to buy things at the sari-sari store, and take note, Luna's just a 3 year old kid, while me, the first time I was able to buy at a sari-sari store was when I was 10 years old, imagine the gap between us, it's quite crazy how she could do that but oh well, we grew up in a different place and generation so I think that's one thing that separates us.

Luna could now actually talk in complete sentences. I was able to have an opportunity to chitchat with her as she goes near to us when his brother was showcasing his artworks to me (in which you will read later on ;⁠-⁠), in the next blog). She talked to me about how she could do this and that just like what his brother has been doing, drawing and coloring to be exact. One thing that I've noticed is that she always holds my hand to attract my attention and then proceeds on talking to me, she doesn't like it whenever I don't listen to her lol ^⁠_⁠^.

Luna cannot yet distinguish colors but she can already recognize shapes. When I asked her “What color is this?”, she just looked at me and smiled 😅 then proceeds on telling me “It's color red!” but it's a color blue 😭. When I asked her “What shape is this?” (I'm actually pertaining to the shape of the Sun in his brother's homework), she successfully answered, “Circle!”. She was so happy to see me clapped for her, then I went on to another set of asking and teaching her what color is this one and the shapes. She can remember things clearly as well, when she was asked by their teacher where a fish can be usually seen, she answered, in a creek. But when their teacher corrected them that a fish can also be seen in the ocean, she immediately understood that concept and was able to remember it when she was asked by her Tita Aya about it. She cannot yet write, her attention span is quite sensitive as to whenever she sees a bike, she immediately goes to it and plays. So whenever her Mom teaches her to write, she finds it difficult to make her focus, as she's easily distracted by the things around her.

Luna sleeps from 8pm then wakes up at 6am. It's a constant routine of her together with his younger brother. She goes to school from 8am to 10:30am. She immediately takes a nap after coming home from school. After she wakes up from an afternoon nap, she immediately goes outside to play with her friends. There are instances where Luna tends to be shy at new people, or approaching them, but easily warms up after sometime.

Luna can now feel emotions too, whenever she feels like people made her feel like she's not included, she tends to get upset about it. Whenever she gets upset, it's just shallow, she easily gets over it. Not like us, adults, we tend to plant grudge or resentment onto the things/people that made us upset. She cannot yet distinguish her feelings or emotions, like what's the difference between happiness and sadness.

Luna recently shows signs of independence, like when she tells her Mom that she can do this, and that on her own, although she still needs guidance, yet she's firm with her decision that she's capable of doing it on her own. I like the way her Mom gently explains it to her that she still needs help or guidance as her Mom knows better than her, and Luna seems to understand it and was able to grasp the situation.

As I was observing Luna, I suddenly missed the times when I was still a kid. Writing this makes me feel emotional as the feelings of wanting to go back to the past is going stronger than ever. It's like a sudden hit of nostalgia.

Take Me Home, Country Roads is a song that holds a special place to my heart, as this song was always played by my grandfather at their house. This song is a heartfelt ode to West Virginia, painting a vivid picture of its landscapes and evoking a deep sense of nostalgia and belonging. This timeless classic speaks to the yearning for home and the comfort it brings, in which I could relate to childhood. Whenever you see your childhood photos, it's like reminiscing about the old times which can be comparable to the song in which the song was inspired by their drive along Interstate 81, which runs primarily through West Virginia. The nostalgia that you feel whenever you see your younger self through a picture can make yourself emotional. For me, I always want to go back as a kid, as this journey of becoming an adult is quite overwhelming. It's like I'm yearning for a home that I always want to go back to, and the comfort that I'm always seeking for when I became an adult.

Here's a favorite quote of mine from Robert Brault, which is a reflection of what I'm trying to insinuate in the last paragraph.

"In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in." – Robert Brault

Love,

Irish & Jairine <3

Here's a bit of a sneak peek to our lil bubbly Luna 💚✨

photo ops; 🫶🏻

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Can you do a fic maybe with Johnny where ur at one of the members birthday party and he can’t stop staring at you / dancing with you? smut???!!

PlayGirl

a/n: Yes ofc I can! Sorry if this is long!!

prompt: It's Ryan's birthday and in order to celebrate you and all the boys go out to some rather large club. Having a couple drinks lead to Johnny's crush on you only becoming more apparent, what comes of it when he finally takes to you?

warnings: Fem!reader, alcohol, SMUT!

You downed the bitter liquor as your face scrunched up from the taste. Even though you had already taken three before this one you still couldn't mask the taste. This is why taking shots with Ryan and Bam was always hard because of how they seemed to take their shots like water.

"Another round for the birthday boy!" Bam spoke loudly to the bartender over the loud music. Ryan only laughing at his nickname for the night. "Guys I don't think I can do anymore." You said as you slumped back into your seat. "Oh come on Yn! It's my birthday you have too!" Ryan spoke. "Ryan my throat burns like hell right now." You said.

"Get a tracer! Geez simple problems with simple solutions." Ryan said with a teasing tone. "Fine one more. That's it though." Ryan nodded knowing that it probably wasn't going to be your last. The bartender soon came over with your threes shots as thanks you could be heard from the three of you.

"Cheers!" Bam said as you all clicked your small glasses together and then threw the liquid into your mouths. You set your glass onto the counter as you stick your tongue out trying to air out the taste in your mouth. "God it just gets worse each time." You said. "Oh grow a pair Yn." Bam said with a goofy smile on his face, the alcohol obviously kicking in for the boy.

"Yeah whatever Margera." You said with a smile and playful eye roll. You hopped off your stool before saying to the pair, "I'm going to go see what the other guys are up to." Both the boys seemed to nod you off and tell you to find them later. You walked away from the bar as you were met with a large group of people to push through. You pushed through the crowd, trying to make your way to the vip sitting section of the club to find your friends.

Once you found the end of the crowd and the small chain separating the club dance floor from the vip sitting section. You unclipped the chain and stepped in, making sure to clip it back onto the post to avoid any possible future issues.

You walked up the small set of stairs to the couches and soon saw the familiar faces of the rest of the Jackass crew. All of them sitting back and drinking various kinds of alcohol.

"Oh hey Yn there you are." Ehren said as his eyes landed on you, Ehren's hello caught the attention of the rest of the guys and caused them all to great you. Though you got the attention of all the boys you caught Johnny's attention the most.

This was his first time seeing you tonight since you drove separately, and he was really going to make sure he took it in. Your outfit consisted of a pair of white converse, black jeans, and a white cropped tank top with a black play bunny logo in the center, and boy did Johnny love it.

The alcohol in Johnny's system wasn't helping the fact he was crazy for you, everything you did drove the boy mad. Johnny was first scared at you finding out about his crush but now he could care less, all he wants now is well, you.

What Johnny didn't know was that you were just as crazy for him as he was for you. He made you weak in the knees every time he would look at you, talk to you, or touch you. He had you wrapped around his finger and you had him wrapped around yours but neither of you knew it.

"Sorry I didn't find you guys sooner Ryan and Bam wanted to take shots at the bar by the dance floor for some reason." You laughed. "Don't stress it dude! Want a drink?" Steve-o asked from the floor, leaning against the couch for more support. Which you didn't understand why he was on the floor since there was plenty of room for him to sit but you weren't going to question him.

"Oh no I'm good Ryan and Bam just made me take four shots and I can defiantly feel it." You laughed. You ended up take a seat on the couch across from Johnny next to Chris and Ehren, you made sure you crossed your legs when you sat.

"Well we are here for Dunn but I guess he didn't want us at his birthday party." Chris said earning a chuckle from you. "He's probably getting shit faced before he remembers we're here and not just Bam." Steve-o responded with a half laugh.

You felt the eyes of someone on you, turning your head straight to see the eyes of Johnny on you. Even behind the sunglasses you can feel his gaze on you heavily. You lightly smiled at Johnny and he gave you a slight nod. Johnny took his hand off the back of the couch and tapped his hand on the open seat next to him. Your eyes widened a bit as his action.

You looked at Ehren and Chris who were both too busy in other conversations so you stood up from the spot between the boys and walked across the room to Johnny, where you took a seat next to him. Johnny placed his arm around your shoulder when you sat down, wasting no time to set the mood he was feeling.

"Well hello Knox." You said with a chuckle. "Hello to ya too, sweetheart." You felt your cheeks flush from the words that fell off his southern tongue. "So why did you sit next to Pontius and Ehren instead of me?" He asked in a voice only loud enough for you to hear.

You shrugged feeling hot at his sudden question. "Aw come on, I'm not scary aren't I?" He smirked. "Only when you feel like it." You teased. Your teasing earned a laugh from Johnny.

"Well ya look real pretty tonight, especially in that top." You looked down at your top and realized what one you were wearing. "I bet you do like this one, more so the logo." You said. "Yeah but more so I like the logo on you." "Oh stop it." You blushed, "Don't get all flustered on me now, playgirl." Your throat went dry at the new nickname Johnny gave you.

"Playgirl?" You repeated. "Maybe that's an understatement on how attractive you are huh?" You shook your head with a light chuckle at Johnny's words. "That alcohol is making you really flirty." "Just speaking my mind doll."

You looked at Johnny, trying to see any glimpse of his eyes that you could. When you finally got sick of trying to make out his eyes you so desperately wanted to see you gently brought your hands to his sunglasses and lifted them onto his head, placing them on his brown hair.

Johnny's brown eyes hung low from the alcohol in his system, but they looked so lovely to you.

"Sorry I wanted to see you better." You said with a light smile. "Don't apologize." Johnny chuckled. Johnny brought his hand up to your face and brushed your hair to the side so he could see your face in the dime colorful lights of the club.

"The things you do to me doll." Johnny said as he shook his head with a laugh. "What things?" You asked knowing well what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it. "I'd rather show ya." Johnny smirked. Johnnys other hand moved to your thigh as he gave it a squeeze, his eyes looking at his hand then back to your eyes but instead they were looking down at his hand that were placed on your thigh.

A hot blush rose to your face as you picked up his hand and moved it back to his lap gently.

"Not in front of everyone." You said as you turned your head away from his direction, embarrassed of how flustered he was making you. "Then how about we go somewhere private, would you like that?" Johnny asked as he gently grabbed your chin and made you face him.

"Your just drunk Knoxville..." You said mumbled. "Drunk words are sober thoughts." You stayed quiet at his words as you looked into his eyes, the alcohol in your system not giving you a boost of courage like you were hoping. "Come on, let's just go somewhere private. We don't have to do anything you don't wanna do sweetheart." Johnny said in a reassuring tone. You finally nodded at his words and Johnny rose to his feet, holding a hand out to you. You took his hand and he helped you to your feet, but when you were standing he took his hand away from yours. But it wasn't long till he threw his arm around your shoulders.

Johnny lead the way as his arm was around you. He walked you both deeper into the vip section where you past many people, some of the people sitting down were even familiar to you. You had to guess that some where here for Ryan's birthday.

"Hey where is Knoxville and Yn going?" Dave asked the group as he watched you and Johnny walk away from your group. "Who cares just means we can put our drinks on Johnny's tab." Steve-o devilishly smirked.

Johnny walked you a bit further deeper into the vip section till he stopped at a door. The door had the words 'Bathroom' plastered on it. Johnny knocked on the door and paused for a second and when he heard no indicator that someone was in there he pushed the door open.

"Ladies first." He smiled, you thanked him as you walked into the bathroom. Johnny walked in after you and shut the door behind him, clicking the small lock on the door. You stood in front of the sink as Johnny leaned against the wall directly in front of you.

A silence fell over you two in the bathroom, neither of you knowing how to pick up a conversation. Johnny even mentally punching himself for bringing you in here and making things weird.

"So..." You said trying to break the silence. "Did I tell you how much I liked your top?" Johnny smirked. "Yes you did." You giggled. "Well I like it a lot." "I like you, a lot." You said, your alcohol finally giving you liquid courage. Johnny's eyebrows raised at your words, he didn't know what to expect from you but it wasn't that.

"The feelings more than mutual doll." "Really?" You said quickly. You couldn't help but curse yourself for responding to him so quickly. "Yes really, ever since season one when we both were getting sprayed by that skunk and we had to share a bath of tomato sauce. I thought you were really cool for doing that with me even after just our second time meeting. You made the bit fun even though it was hell." Johnny laughed.

You felt your heart become fuzzy at his words, it made you happy to hear Johnny not only say he really liked you and it wasn't just the alcohol in his system but that it was when you also smelled like a skunk.

"I started liking you when in season two you carried me all the way back to the ambulance when I broke my leg trying to land that skate trick off that huge stair case and the ambulance couldn't come all the way to us cause we were so far out in the park. But even though we were fifteen minutes away from them you still carried me the whole way. I don't know but that made me fall hard for you."

"I can't tell you how great it feels to say I like you out loud," Johnny laughed lightly. "Ever since that moment in the tomato sauce bath I just wanted to tell you I liked you and treat you how you deserve to be treated." You looked at Johnny and he looked at you, your brain fuzzy from the alcohol you had and you were sure Johnny's was the same.

"Show me how you think I deserved to be treated then, Knox." You said looking straight at him. The roles of you two had almost switched, Johnny was the only being bold at first but now it was you being bold. "Wha-What?" Johnny breathlessly chuckled out, "You heard me Knox." "Maybe you are a playgirl." Johnny smirk as he pushed himself off the wall and took a step towards you. Johnny placed his hands onto the sink that rested behind you, completely locking you in.

Words didn't need to be exchanged between the two of you as you both slowly started leaning in, your eyes moving from his to his lips then back to his eyes. You moved your hand to his cheek and your lips finally connected.

Johnny's lips were soft, liquor and mint complimenting them. The kiss was quick to get hot, Johnny wasted no time putting his tongue in your mouth and you had no problem with it. Johnny's hands also moving from the sink to your waist.

Johnny moved his hands lower to your legs and tapped your leg, telling you to jump onto the counter of the sink without having to break the heated kiss you two shared. You easily understood what Johnny meant and jumped onto the counter, spreading your legs and wrapping your hands loosely around his shoulders and pulling him closer to you to fill the gap between your legs.

Johnny soon took his lips off yours and kissed down your jaw till he hit your neck where he began to gently bite your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you soaked in the feeling of Johnny's teeth on your neck.

Johnny moved closer to you filling whatever little space you had left, his growing erection brushing against your thigh as he placed sloppy kisses on your neck.

"Johnny-" You whined out, Johnny pulled away from your neck only to move up to your ear and whisper gently. "Gotta use your words doll, I can't read that pretty little mind of yours." He said as he gently bit your earlobe. "I need," You paused from finishing your sentence as a wave of embarrassment washed over you. "You. I need you." You said breathlessly.

"That's all I needed to hear." Johnny said as he began to undo his belt. You followed his lead and unbutton your pants, shimming them down to your ankles as Johnny dropped his pants to his ankles as well. Your body became hot as you looked at the large tent in Johnny's white boxers. "Weren't you ever told staring's rude doll?" Your eyes quickly moved up to his eyes as you looked at Johnny's face that had a smug look on his face.

You didn't respond to him and instead you moved your hand up his shirt, dragging your nails on his abs as you felt his stomach tense up from your touch. Your hand dragged down from his stomach to his boxers were you wrapped your hand around the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his tip was a light pink and leaking with pre cum.

Johnny watched as you brought your hand closer to your mouth and spit in it then bring your hand back down to his erection and wrap your hand around him. You gently moved your hand up and down as you spread your spit all along his dick using it as a make shift lube. Johnny furrowing his brows as he let out a breathless groan.

Johnny brought his pointer and middle finger to his mouth and sucked on them till he was satisfied enough with how covered they were in his own spit. When he removed his fingers from his mouth a string of saliva connected his fingers from his lips, it quickly broke when he moved his hand downward to were you wanted his attention most.

Johnny used his ring finger to hook your underwear and pull it off the the side giving him a better view of you. You even spread your legs a bit to help him out. Johnny slowly ran his two fingers up and down your clit causing you to stop moving your hand up and down his dick and bring your free hand to his chest where you let out a soft whimper.

"I can't wait any longer sweetheart m'sorry." Johnny said bringing his two fingers away from your heat as he moved them to your lower back, scotching you closer to the edge of the sink and closer to him.

Johnny grabbed his own length and began to slowly rub his tip against your folds, a breathless moan coming from your lips as he did so.

Johnny then slowly put it in, once he had every inch in you pure bliss ran through his body. Johnny tipped his head back as he let out a low groan. Johnny bringing his head back to level before he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. Your arms wrapping around his neck as you began to softly moan into Johnny's ear, only adding to the pleasure for him.

"God you're so tight." Johnny said with a shaky breath as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. "Keep going Knox, please don't stop." You quietly begged in his ear.

You didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system or just how good Johnny made you feel but your toes began to go numb as you quickly realized your high was coming quickly.

"Oh wow you feel so good for me. Never thought you'd feel this good." Johnny spoke. He brought his thumb to your cilt where he began to rub circles, only adding to the pleasure you had already felt. Your hand by habit went to Johnny's upper wrist as he rubbed circles on your cilt, the feeling was almost over baring.

"Knox- Ah- I'm so close already-" Johnny only shushed you softly. "I know doll just ride it out for me." Johnny spoke as various moans fell from your lips.

Johnny listened to the sweet sounds falling from your lips. This was making Johnny only become closer to his high from being able to pleasure you, he loved seeing you enjoy yourself like this.

"You look so pretty doll, like my own little playgirl." Johnny groaned. You only moaned loudly at his words, the familiar know forming in your stomach. "Oh god Johnny- I'm gonna-" Johnny quickened his thrusts and circles around your cilt as he understood what you were trying to tell him.

Johnny's movements only made the knot in your stomach quickly come undone as you let out an ungodly noise from your mouth as your high came crashing down on you, causing you to fall from Johnny's shoulder backwards onto the mirror behind you. Johnny quickly pulled out and moved his hand quickly up and down on his shaft, causing him to cum quickly after he began moving his hand up and down.

Johnny let out a moan as he came, gently stroking his shaft as he came down from his own high. Johnny then slumped onto your shoulder as he panted, your chest moving up and down heavily from your own high you just rode out.

"That was better than I could've ever imagined." You said with a small breathless giggle. "You're telling me, I don't think I've ever came that fast." Johnny laughed as he stood himself up again and looked at you, realizing how you two were in a bathroom of a club for one of your best friends birthdays.

"Ok let's get you cleaned up playgirl, can't have Dunn crying over how we weren't there when he blows out his candles." Johnny said with a smile as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

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marc-spectorr · 2 years ago

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Callie, I miss you 🥺❤

Because I'm working on a wedding photo album for my brother currently all I can think about is how the moon boys or Poe or even Santi would feel at their wedding day???😄 Would you write headcanons for them? I wonder about big and small weddings, what they're wearing, who would cry, just idk... all I'm seeing is the boys getting married (and they all deserve it 🤧)

Love youuu ❤ I hope your week started good, are you alright? Drink enough water & take care sweetheart 😘

-- 🌻

heyyya sunnie my love 🌻💛

sorry it took me a while to respond! i decided to do poe for your headcanon idea since i’ve been itching to write something for him :)) hope you enjoy 💞

poe dameron on your wedding day

poe, the always-so-confident, and cocky commander, is quite a nervous groom on the big day itself.

it’s a good thing you and him agreed not to see each other before the ceremony. you would have been terribly worried about how much of a jittery mess he’s been all morning.

but he simply wants this day to be absolutely perfect.

as perfect as the way you envisioned it.

as perfect as the way you are.

the ceremony starts at exactly noon, and poe could feel himself sweating underneath his formal uniform regalia, which you’d requested him to wear.

((fighting for the resistance while planning a wedding proved to be an arduous task. there wasn’t enough time to go off-world and find a fancy suit. the two of you had to make do with the things you already have though it isn’t much of a problem.))

((what matters the most is that you and poe exchange vows and commit to each other for life while surrounded by your close friends who have become family.))

“nervous are we, commander?” leia, who’s officiating the ceremony, whispers as the live music starts to perform the entrance song.

“nah, of course not. why? is it that obvious?” poe chuckles, fumbling with his hands in front of him.

finn lightly taps on his shoulder. “you got this, dameron. if you can easily fly an x-wing with your eyes closed, then saying ‘i do’ is pretty much a walk in the park.”

poe hums quietly, seemingly agreeing with his best man. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but flying an x-wing with his eyes closed was a lot less nerve-wracking than this.

“hey, don’t worry. you’re going to do just fine! any moment now, the love of your life will walk down the aisle, and all you’re going to think about is how you’re the happiest man alive,” rey soothes him calm.

thank the maker you chose her to be the maid of honor. she always seems to know what to say.

a fond smile makes its way onto poe’s face at the thought of you, and the fact that you already make him the happiest man in this galaxy and far beyond.

the small crowd's gentle aww's fill the lush open air of ajan kloss as your flower droid r2-d2 ambles down the pathway, tossing red, white, and pink petals all over the earthy ground.

bb8, the adorable ring-bearer, soon follows, rolling towards the end of the aisle and beeping enthusiastically to the melodic tune playing in the background.

when the guests stand, poe holds his breath.

finally, he sees you, gracefully making your way to him with the most radiant smile on your lips.

beautiful, just breathtakingly beautiful, poe thinks. his heart swiftly beats against his chest as your gazes meet, and he swears it feels like an absolute dream.

a tear slips out from his eye, one that he doesn’t make an attempt to hold back.

poe’s love for you is cosmic. you’re the sun, and he’s your planet, orbiting around you for an infinite time.

and he’d forever proclaim that around the base to anyone who would listen.

“hi,” you softly greet, slipping your hands into his.

hands that he will forever hold. hands that he will forever cherish.

“hi,” poe replies sweetly, finding himself speechless at the wondrous sight of you.

he doesn’t need to say anything more. his lovestruck eyes told you all which you needed to know.

the rest of the ceremony is almost a blur to poe until it came time to exchange the vows you and he wrote yourselves.

although his voice was shaky, he made it through his entire speech with minimal tears.

poe’s vows make you cry.

and as you read yours for him, it makes him cry, too.

perhaps a little harder than you did.

then, there’s the ring. his mother’s ring.

it dangled on a silver chain around his neck for many, many years.

poe still remembers those late, lonesome nights when he’d wonder if he’ll ever find someone who was worthy enough to give his late mother’s wedding ring.

and now that same ring adorns your finger, serving as a symbol of his eternal promise to you.

to have and to hold, till death do us part.

i do, i do, i do...

“it is my great honor and happy privilege to introduce to you the damerons!” leia announces gleefully at the end. “commander, you may kiss the—”

“way ahead of you, general,” poe’s laughs before wrapping his arms around you and dipping you down slightly, leaning in close.

i love you, sunshine, he mouths silently, cheeks wet and beaming oh so brightly.

i love you, too, you return, your voice a mere breath that tickles his lips.

poe kisses you, pouring all of his love and joy into it as your found-family cheers endlessly.

today had truly been the best day of his life.

and poe could only imagine the exciting adventures the universe has in store for the two of you.

a/n: pls be gentle with me on this. im still getting a feel for writing poe ;-;

#asks #🌻 anon #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron headcanons #oscar isaac x reader

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n1k1tty · 3 years ago

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kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years ago

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Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: None Yet

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: If you would like to be tagged, let me know!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious.

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy.

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't."

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones.

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm.

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists.

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game.

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room.

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house.

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came.

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink.

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?"

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask.

"His boys?" He answered.

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks.

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit."

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him.

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?"

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug.

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you.

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool.

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him.

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man.

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you.

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass.

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck.

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.

"I can walk." You object.

"I know." He says, his face stone cold.

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.

"And you're very cold." You say.

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night.

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.

"I know who it is." You sigh.

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background.

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell.

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains.

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you.

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone.

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive.

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it.

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit.

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back.

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace.

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips.

"Who are you?" One of them asks.

"Y/N." You whisper.

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?"

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marsbutterfly · 3 years ago

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Hi! I hope you're okay because I'm not, but nobody cares probably.

Hope you don't mind if I request you a Guardian Angel! Hanji x Female reader: reader's father is in heaven and he begs Hanji to go to visit his daughter because she's suffering for his death and wants someone to always be with her to love her as he loved her but now he can't because he passed away.

Unluckly it's a true story, if you'll write this I'll be so happy, but of course you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

Take care of yourself. Make sure you eat something and drink a lot of water <3

With You In This Life, And The Next

Summary: Grief is a strong, sometimes overwhelming emotion for people, mostly associated to the loss of a loved one.

Wattpad! | AO3! | Word Count: 4.1k | Warning: Parental Loss.

This is not the first time that you have cried yourself to sleep. In fact, this has become a recurrent thing since your father passed away. Not only that, but the visits from your guardian angel have become less frequent than they used to be and Hanji refuses to explain to you why this is happening.

So you just hold tightly onto your pillow in a desperate attempt to muffle your cries. Your whole body shakes from the violent sobs and you scream into the surface in your hands, a pained sound coming from a wounded soul.

Every morning when you wake up, you feel the physical result of your grief: eyes puffed up and tender to the touch, nose sore from the number of times you had to wipe away the running snot, knuckles finally relaxing after holding onto your pillow so tightly throughout the night.

It’s an effort to get out of bed, but you do so because you know that’s exactly what your father would have wanted. You drag your body to the side and push the covers towards the left, freeing yourself from its grip.

The cold wind coming from the air conditioner hits your exposed legs and you shiver. Though freezing, you still do not care enough to turn it off. You push down on the mattress, trying to find a good setting so you can prop your body up.

You lift your ass off of the bed for a few seconds before falling right back down, in that moment you realize that you simply can’t do it. Your vision becomes blurry and you begin to hyperventilate, trembling hands finding their way to your face as you curse yourself.

Finally finding your grounding, you stand up. Though unstable, your legs support the weight of your body as you take a few steps toward the bathroom. It takes every bit of effort out of you and, by the time you get to the other room, you are exhausted.

Using the back of your wrist, you wipe away the raw tears that roll down your cheeks like waterfalls, though the more you brush them away, the more will come out. You have never felt so hopeless in your entire life.

Though his death has affected you in every possible way, you still force yourself to go to class. Your grades have dropped significantly as you can’t seem to focus on something else for long enough before becoming a teary-eyed mess.

When you stand up, your body immediately collapses back onto the bed and your head hits the wall. It glides down gently until it reaches your pillow and you bring your knees close to your chest, deciding that you would skip the first class of the day.

You reach for the space on the other side of your bed and pick up a material that was once wrapped tightly onto a ball. You hold onto the shirt that belonged to your father tightly, squeezing out the last few specks of the scent of his skin that remain on the fabric.

“Why am I so useless?” You ask, hoping that your guardian angel would come through the window with some answers but, unbeknownst to you, they were busy dealing with another problem revolving around you.

“Please, I’m begging you.” He screams, his fist pounding at the door with all his might. The tears in his eyes threatened to fall and everyone walking past could see that the man was clearly in distress.

“Sir, I have told you time and time again,” The angel standing in front of the gate says, looking down at some sort of clipboard, “You are not allowed to go down to visit someone.”

“But this is my daughter,” Your father cries out loud, his banging on the door intensifies as the portal to Earth changes color. The security guard can see it in his eyes that he is going to make a run for it as soon as the area is cleared and they stand up, hoping to stop him.

But they don’t have time to do so. Instead, a hand finds its way to his shoulders and he looks behind him at the creature.

“Archangel Barachiel,” the guard says, bowing to the angel in front of them. Though intimidated by the size of the archangel’s wings, your father still finds the courage to continue to make eye contact with them, “What are you doing here?”

“You don’t have to call me that anymore,” they express, their voice is soothing and a calm radiating from them so intensely that it could put any human to sleep in a second, “my name is now Hanji. It’s easier for the person I am protecting to pronounce and remember.”

“Yes, of course,” the angel with the smaller wings agrees, “I was simply trying to explain to this man who has just arrived that it is impossible for him to go back to Earth and see someone unless they are a guardian angel.”

“How do I become a guardian angel?” He eagerly asks, a hint of hope in his voice as he realizes he might be able to go down to Earth and see his daughter once again. The guard shoots him a dirty look and takes a step to the right, now standing exactly in front of him so he won’t be able to sneak past the opening of the gate.

“You have to be an angel for at least a couple hundred years until you even qualify to apply,” they roll their eyes, crossing their arms in front of their chest. When Hanji glares at them with a disapproving look on their face, the guard uncrosses their arms and lets them fall to the side of their body, head hanging low in shame.

“Please, can you help me go see my daughter?” The man begs, clutching onto the angel’s dress for dear God. He pleads for help with such desperation that the former archangel can’t help but feel bad for the creature before them.

“I can’t promise you anything, but I am willing to try,” Hanji responds with a smile, their hands touching your father’s as they remove his grip from their dress. “What’s her name?”

“y/n l/n,” he responds and Hanji immediately stops in their tracks, a blush quickly begins to rise and take over their cheeks, their entire body becoming hot to the touch as they look at the other angel in the room, who avoided their gaze at all costs.

“Oh,” they responded. The man’s eyes were still glued to their face, expecting an answer, “I know her.” They turn to the security angel who denies the man passage, "I'll take care of it."

While guiding the man towards a secluded location, the angel reaches for their pocket, Hanji pulls out a bundle of golden keys, the color perfectly matching the entrance gates of heaven, down to the bright silver light that emanates from it.

“Each tile on the floor represents a moment of her life, every day that passes, every core memory she develops, a new tile is automatically added to the collection.”

“What do the different colors mean?” Your father asks, kneeling down to look at a blue-colored one.

“There are three primary colors: blue, yellow, and red. The blue ones represent days of her life when she was sad. As you can see on the one you are currently looking at, that’s the day you left Earth.” Hanji explains, pointing at the tile and your father feels his non-beating heartbreaking. “That was one of the hardest days of her life.”

“Why did I have to leave?” He asks, his fingers gently going through the glass as he attempts to caress your face, desperation growing in his chest as he fails.

“When humans fulfill their objective in life, their time expires,” Hanji’s voice is quiet and soothing, they reach for his head and stroke the area gently, something they have done to you a thousand times before and they know it produces a comforting sensation. The man can’t help but nuzzle against the touch. “I know she misses you but you left behind a strong woman, who can take care of herself and has the biggest heart in the world.”

“How do you know my daughter again?” He inquires, using his thumb to wipe away a tear that falls down his cheek, he clears his throat in an attempt to hide the blockage that forms in the back of his throat as he thinks about you.

“Oh…” They say, placing their hand behind their neck while rubbing the area, “I’m her guardian angel.”

He squints for a second, the blush on Hanji’s face giving it away that there was something more to it than simply being your “guardian angel,” though he ponders if he should ask about it or keep quiet. Part of him wanted to make sure his little girl was being taken care of and the other part of him didn’t want to imagine his precious daughter having a significant other.

Ultimately, he decides to go for it, “Just her guardian angel?”

Hanji can feel their cheeks burn in embarrassment, they avert your father’s gaze at all costs but the man won’t give up, he needs to know if, after years worth of heartaches, you have finally found somebody who will take care of you no matter what.

The angel doesn’t know how to respond, words dying in the back of their throat until they finally find the courage necessary, “Well, we never made it official but I’m her partner.”

“You should make it official,” Your father encourages them, though he immediately turns his head back down to look at you. Their finger touches the glass as he points down at someone else, “Because someone just asked to kiss her.”

Hanji chokes on their own spit for a few seconds, rushing from one side of the room to the other as they look down to Earth. The imagery before them was so terrifying that they had to sit down on a chair beside the glass to regain their composure. They clear their throat after a while, placing one hand in front of their mouth to make it more dramatic.

“She wouldn’t kiss him,” Hanji tries to rest assured but in the spirit of messing with them, the man looks down at the glass once more and gasps.

“She’s kissing him right now!” He exclaims and the wind from Hanji’s wings hits the poor man in the face, it’s so intense that he ends up stumbling backward and nearly falling on his ass. The angel’s grip on the glass is so intense and the imagery before them is exactly what they had hoped for: You, pushing the man who tried to kiss you away as you make your way back to your house.

In response to their desperate actions, your father can’t help but let out a burst of heartfelt laughter, the first one since he had passed away.

“Don’t joke about that,” Hanji growls softly, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh! I didn’t know angels could swear,”

“I mean, technically they can’t but I used to be an archangel, so the rules don’t really apply to me,”

“Would you tell me more stories of your time as an archangel?” The man asks, sitting beside the imagery of your crying face on the pillow while he pats the spot reserved for the angel. Hanji narrows their eyes and a smile takes over their lips, they take the spot next to him.

They bend their legs, bringing their knees closer to their chest as they move their lips around, thinking of what would be a good story to tell. After a few seconds, their face lights up and your father could nearly tell that a lightbulb just went on in their brain.

Hanji begins telling him the story of the Holy War, the tale of how angels and demons fought for over three thousand years after an archangel fell in love with a human but no ordinary one, a human who was bound to become an angel upon their death.

Envious, the demon king decided that he was the one who would have the girl and she would marry his eldest son in the hopes of becoming his successor. Needless to say, the Supreme Deity was unhappy upon realizing the girl’s fate was now left to chance and thus the war began.

Hundreds of thousands of angels, demons, and humans were killed in the conflict and unfortunately, one of the many casualties was said girl, who stood before her lover as they suffered one final attack from a nightly creature.

Saddened and angered by the death of their lover, the archangel went on a rampage, killing nearly the entire battalion of demons that marched the Earth on their way to Heaven. Filled with grief, they had to be forcefully removed from the battlefield and that was finally then that the two rulers understood that there could not be a balance without either of them.

As a gift for being the leader of the army of angels, the Supreme Deity decided to provide the archangel with a gift, “Eternal life” for the one they loved: once they were reborn, the archangel would spot her no matter where she was and finally, they would be able to live together.

Though it wouldn’t last for long, for the Demon King became enraged when finding out about the destiny of the two lovers, “That angel killed more than half of my army,” he said and the ground trembled, the skies of purgatory becoming darker than ever.

So, he decided he would make them pay for what they had done by distorting the blessing of his enemy. He turned it into “Eternal Reincarnation,” where the angel’s lover would constantly die in front of them and immediately be reborn into another vessel in close proximity.

The archangel spent the next seven hundred and sixteen years trying to break the curse, doing everything in their power but, with each reincarnation, another painful death came following. The human girl would endure the most horrible of tortures each time and never remember why.

“That’s quite a story,” your father says, placing his hand on Hanji's shoulder and he finally notices the tears that pool in their eyes, “was the curse ever lifted?” The angel doesn’t say anything at first, instead they simply shake their head.

“Not yet, though the Supreme Deity was able to make the curse a little less traumatizing,” they say.

“Like in sleeping beauty?” He asks and Hanji nods, a smile on their face as they remember how much you used to love that movie when you were a child.

“The human girl is now able to live through an entire lifespan without burning alive or being crushed by rocks,” Hanji explained, “She will suffer a natural death from old age, though…”

“She still must die in front of you - I mean, the angel,” he offers them a comforting smile, “Is she aware of the curse?”

“No, she has no memory of past lives but I have been her guardian angel throughout all versions of her that have ever lived.”

“I have more questions, is that ok?” He asks and Hanji nods, taking a seat on the floor next to the tile he is currently examining. “Does that mean that she isn’t really my daughter?”

“No, not at all!” The words burst out of Hanji’s mouth, it is something they don’t even need to think about, “That is your little girl. Every version of her is different, different parents and lives, but this one, this one is your daughter, you raised and shaped her into the person that she is. And if I may, this is my favorite version of her so far.”

“Did I do a good job?” He inquires and Hanji offers him a comforting smile of their own.

“You did an amazing job. The bond the two of you share is something that will forever be yours and hers. She may be a magical being but that is very much your little girl and that’s what she will always be.”

“Will she remember me in her next life?” Your father asks, trembling hands touching your face that reflects on the glass.

“I will make sure that she never forgets you,” Hanji says, “After all, you are the only one so far who I have allowed to enter this room. That in itself already means how important you are in her life.”

“So does that mean I won’t see my daughter here until you find a way to lift the curse?” Your father asks.

“That, unfortunately, is correct,” Hanji responds, clearing their throat while using the back of their hand to wipe their running nose. They rest their face on their knees, gazing away into nothing but their mind filled with all the scenarios in which they had to see you go.

“Well, that’s a bummer,” the man says, his eyes glued to the image of you leaving class in a hurry, rushing away from the ugly man who asked to kiss you not too long ago, “I miss her so much.”

“I’ll make you a promise,” the words fall from Hanji’s lips without a single thought behind them, their only intention was to be able to bring your father some comfort, “until I find a way to break this curse, I’ll give you a key so you can always access this room.”

“Really?” He inquires, thrilled.

“Yes,” the angel responds, “and if you go into different areas of the room, you’ll be able to see the different versions of her that have ever lived.”

“Thank you,” the man says, throwing his arms around Hanji and they smile, noticing that the last time they have seen your father so happy was the day you were born. This is the family you were meant to be with from the very first time you were ever born.

You sit on the chair before your desk, flipping a mechanical pencil around as you try your hardest to focus on the math equation in front of you. Nearly everything you knew about the world felt wrong and to live a life without a father is only torture, the only light recently has been Hanji.

A sigh escapes your lips as you close the notebook, defeat taking over your body the moment you realize that there is no point in trying so hard for something so insignificant. So you stand up with the book in your hand, only to let it go a few seconds later when you can’t find the necessary will to put it back in your backpack.

You begin making your way towards the bed, feet dragging behind your body until you reach the mattress where you throw yourself before curling into a small ball. The world feels like it has been moving too fast and there is nothing you can do about it.

Tears begin to pool in your eyes and the feeling in your chest eventually becomes too overwhelming to contain, so you allow the water to fall down your face onto the pillow. You bring your hand over to your face and eventually cover your mouth, suppressing the loud sobs that escape your body.

The sound of wings flapping together fills the air but you can’t stop yourself, the need to cry it out is stronger than the desire to run into Hanji’s embrace and that only adds a little bit more to your suffering. You never want them to feel like they aren’t loved but, at this moment, all you need is to be alone.

You sit up on the bed, using one hand to push down on the mattress and prop your body up while the other goes through your nose, wiping away the snot. After all, you still want to look as pretty as you can for your guardian angel.

They sit on the window, the dress lifting gently over their tight as they cross their legs, wings hanging out. The pale moonlight contrasts with their skin and it casts a shadow over their face, it’s a beautiful sight really, one that you could never get enough of.

“I missed you,” Hanji says quietly, you can feel the weight on your shoulders being lifted as their eyes meet yours. You find the courage to stand up, taking a few uncertain steps towards them.

“Why haven’t you come to visit in so long?” You ask, the tears returning to your eyes as you choke on your own words.

“I was with your father,” they say and you could feel as if your heart stopped beating for a millisecond. You trip over your own feet and land against Hanji’s chest, you grab a hold of the cloth of their dress just right above where their heart would be.

“You were?” The words fight to come out, your voice breaks halfway through the question and you feel a wave of nausea washing over you. Fighting the urge to keep what little food you had for dinner in, you swallow harshly. “Is he able to come to visit?”

Their face drops and an expression of pity takes over their features, they don’t need to say anything else for you to realize the answer and allow a simple “oh” to escape your vocal cords.

“He is, however, watching over you right now,” They reassure you and it does fill you with a bit of happiness to know that he is safe and, though he can’t come to Earth and see you, he is still watching over you. A part of him will always live on as long as you are alive.

You look out the window at the night sky and one particularly bright star catches your eyes, it causes your heart to sink in your chest but you smile nevertheless, blowing a kiss at it as you realize that that was a signal sent by your father that he is, in fact, with you at all times.

Before you have time to thank them, a determined look has already taken over Hanji’s brown eyes and you can’t help but be confused as to why they are looking at you that way, it was something new, though not at all bad.

“Let’s make this - us official,” Hanji eagerly says, grabbing a hold of your hands, “I want you to be mine and nobody else’s.”

“You’re ridiculous,” You respond, the serious expression on your face dissolving into something far lighter, “I’m already yours.”

“What about the ugly ass man that asked to kiss you tonight?” they ask in search of reassurance, the need in their voice hints towards desperation and you bring your hand up to their face, fingers brushing against the soft skin of their cheeks.

“I turned him down,” you reassure Hanji, the distance between your two bodies disappearing with every second that passes, “I want no one else other than you.”

“So you’ll be my girlfriend?” They ask, the panic in their voice fading away and you eagerly nod.

“A thousand times yes,” you flash them a smile, something they haven’t seen on your face since your father passed away. If anyone understands how strong grief can be, that someone would be Hanji, who has watched you die so many times.

With their strong arms, Hanji lifts you off of the ground, one hand holding onto your back while the other rests underneath your knees. Their wings support the weight of both of your bodies as they bring their lips closer to yours, coordinating their movements to make sure they won’t accidentally drop you on the ground.

Lips ghosting above yours before you close the distance between them, the warmth sensation their tongue provides you with awakens the butterflies in your stomach as they begin to fly all over your body, causing tingles to erupt from within your veins.

Without breaking the kiss apart, Hanji gently places you on the bed. Your hand goes through their hair and it accidentally gets stuck on all the knots but, lucky for you, the kiss doesn’t escalate, it remains the same: a gentle reminder of your love for each other.

The angel hops onto your bed right next to you, finally separating your lips. Though you yearn for more, you decide that being next to Hanji is enough for tonight.

“Would you tell me some stories of your time as an archangel?” You ask, nuzzling yourself on their shoulder while feeling as their arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you as close to their body as they possibly can. The soft sensation of their wings above you serves as a blanket while Hanji uses their feathers to go up and down on your hip, caressing the skin.

They smile, closing their eyes.

“Of course, baby.” “I will tell you as many stories as you would like.”

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tyongxnct · 4 years ago

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𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒

pairing: Mark Lee x reader

special guest: Jaehyun, Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, Taeyong, Doyoung, mention of Haechan

summary: Years ago, you were deeply in love with Mark Lee. He’s your first love and you thought he’d be the last. After finding out why he really dated you, he broke up with you and vanished. You were devastated and heartbroken. Now you were at the airport as the maid of honor of your best friend Aera, her wedding’s in Greece and you were flying three days earlier with her, her fiancé Jaehyun and his best man. Little did you know that Mark Lee was Jaehyun’s best man. Feelings you thought you had buried deep inside bloomed again.

song: back to you - Selena Gomez

genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing

word count: 11.7k

A/N: I’m finally done. This is the last fic of my series and I can’t believe that i’m done with this series. This series means so much to me, not only because I love Selena Gomez, but also because of the meaning behind evey story. Thank you for all of your support, thank you for every comment, like, reblog, ask and follow. This is just the beginning. Also thank you for requesting that you want to read a second part to some of my stories, I’ll try to write them in the upcoming month, march. I hope you enjoy. Thanx

taglist: @alex-chann, @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi

Took you like a shot Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening Let a couple years water down how I'm feeling about you And every time we talk Every single word builds up to this moment And I gotta convince myself I don't want it even though I do

“I have BIG news!” Aera squealed as soon as you opened the door for her. She hugged you tightly and started jumping, you jumped with her even though you had no idea why.

“Why are we jumping around?”

“Greece! I’m getting married in Greece!” she yelled happily, “You know that it’s my dream to get married in Greece and my amazing soon-to-be-husband surprised me with it! Oh god, I can’t believe I’m marrying Jaehyun in fucking GREECE!”

“Holy shit that’s great! But can we stop jumping I might puke.”

You sat down on your couch with Aera, “We need to start planning, the wedding is in 3 weeks. I’ve sent the invitations right before I came here. We booked a hotel with the best view ever and my wonderful maid of honor aka you are flying with me and Jaehyun a two days earlier, you know, to get stuff done and the others come one day before the wedding, your man too, by the way. I can’t wait for my bachelorette party- but remember, I promised Jaehyun no strippers.” Her eyes sparkled as she talked about her wedding and you started thinking about your own future.

Were you ever going to get married? You want to get married, you really do. But what if you never get the chance to? Your boyfriend hated to talk about commitment and marriage, he said living together and dating was enough, but you never felt the same way. You wanted to get married, you want a ring on your finger, and you wanted to call him your husband, not your boyfriend.

Aera left after a while and you were alone, until you heard the door open with a sigh. “I’m home.”

His voice, no, his existence alone triggered you and without knowing you plugged in your earphones. “I said I’m home Y/n. There she fucking goes again, god I’m not going to deal with you tonight.” And without saying anything after that, he left again. Minho, your boyfriend of two and half years, always left you alone. He never bothered to talk to you about the problems in your relationship and after trying and trying, you were sick of it.

Dating him was almost torture but breaking up with him was also difficult. You were so scared of being alone, of not being loved.

Almost three weeks later, you found yourself at the airport with Jaehyun and Aera. Jaehyun looked at his watch every two minutes and he looked really nervous too. “Where the fuck is he?” he mumbled and Aera kicked his leg. “Ouch?” he hissed in pain. “Sorry baby didn’t mean to kick you that hard.”

“What is going on here? Who are we waiting for?” you asked confused. “You didn’t tell her?” Jaehyun asked his fiancée. Aera shook her head.

“W-Well about that- uhm, there’s one thing I have to tell you, but don’t get too mad,” Aera looked at you nervously, “you, uhm… you remember Mark Lee, right? Please forgive me for not telling you, but- fuck, he’s Jaehyun’s best man. He’s coming with us.” Aera closed her eyes, scared of your reaction.

“You are joking right?” your heart pounded against your chest.

“N-No, I really didn’t know that you didn’t know- a-and you know, Mark’s my oldest friend and yeah, and uhm, fuck he’s coming act natural.” Jaehyun looked at his phone and laughed, even though his screen was dark and Aera laughed with him.

“How the fuck am I supposed to act natural?!” you almost yelled bus as soon as you heard Mark’s little hi, your heart stopped beating.

It’s been almost three years since you heard his voice. Every memory played in your mind like a sad movie, the second he asked you to be his girlfriend to the end of your relationship with him, the moment he broke your heart almost made you cry again, but Aera stepped on your foot and you came back to reality.

“Hi.” You said coldly, his last word replaying in your head over and over again.

Aera and Jaehyun watched you and Mark awkwardly and Mark couldn’t find any words to say, except for, “H-hi.”

“Sooo, now that everyone’s here,” Jaehyun handed you your tickets. “Thanks.” Mark mumbled.

You were about to go on board, you didn’t say a word since Mark came and he was busy talking to Aera and Jaehyun. “Y/n, we’ll see you guys when we land alright?”

“What do you mean?” you asked confused, “We sit together? Right?”

“W-Well about that- we are flying first class, we wanted to spoil ourselves a little- please don’t get angry I’m sorry I am so sorry.” Aera whispered and you felt like you could explode any second like a volcano.

“Y-You mean… you’re telling me I have to sit with him for the next couple hours?! All alone?!” you tried to whisper but it was loud enough for Jaehyun and Mark to hear.

“shh! Just, I don’t know, sleep, or watch a movie or maybe just talk to him like a grown up, please do it for me?” she pouted.

“I’m gonna be wasted when we arrive in Greece.” You couldn’t be angry at her. “As long as you don’t kill him.”

Jaehyun and Aera entered the plane first and left you and Mark alone. “So, how have you been?”

The audacity.

“Good.” You mumbled. How long until you could enter that fucking plane?

“Me too, well, I’d say ok-“

“Look, Mark. I’m doing this for our friends, okay? I’m not interested in your life. I don’t want to talk to you unless it’s about the wedding. Did I make myself clear?” maybe you were mean and bitchy, but after everything he had done to you, you didn’t care.

He just nodded and looked down to his feet.

Half an hour later, you were seated on the plane right next to Mark. It’s not your first time flying, but it was Mark’s first time, and he was fucking scared.

“This is captain Lee Taeyong speaking, I’m your pilot for our flight to Mykonos, Greece. My co-pilot for today is Kim Doyoung. Please enjoy your flight.”

After the announcement and the instructions, you were ready to go.

The plane started moving and you could feel Mark tensing up next to you. His grip on the hand rest tightened and his knuckles turned white.

You tried so hard to ignore him, but you couldn’t. You should laugh at him, take pictures of his suffering- but you held his hand and assured it him that it’ll be over.

Mark looked at you and then back at your hands. Your thumb slowly stroked his hand and he stopped thinking about the plane and he could only think about your hand holding his.

You held his hand until you saw the flight attendant walk around.

Mark thanked you but you ignored him.

“Hello, would you like to have some water or coffee?” the flight attendant asked you and Mark.

“Just a water please.” Mark said.

“Do you have something stronger? Wine? Or champagne?”

“Sure ma’am.”

“Alright I’d like to have some champagne.” You smiled and she nodded.

Mark looked at you, eyes a little wide.

Four glasses later, you were a little tipsy.

“I think you had enough-“ Mark tried to stop you from ordering another glass.

“You don’t know anything about me!” you protested.

“Y/n, get some sleep come on-“

“Mind your own business.” You plugged in your Airpods and ignored him. You didn’t want him to interact with you and If you have to stop drinking for him to shut up, you sadly had to.

You closed your eyes and leaned back. You didn’t notice Mark’s eyes on you, watching your pretty features as your chest raised with every breath you took.

Shortly after, you fell asleep.

You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward but it's true

Three years ago

“It was a game. I won and now it’s over.” Mark said coldly as he looked away.

“What do you mean a game? And what is over? Mark, babe, I don’t understand.” Maybe you knew, maybe you tried to hide the fact that you saw it coming. Your relationship was too good to be true.

“I told my friends that I could fuck you within a year, and I did. We’ve been dating for ten months. I won. I can’t believe I waited ten months to fuck you.” He said casually.

“What?”

“Are you deaf? I fucked you and I got a lot of cash in exchange. Now we’re over. As simple as that.”

“You’re joking? Right? You love me, Mark. We love each other. It’s not funny.” Your voice broke.

“I’m not fucking joking,” he showed you the money he got, “Now, please get the fuck out of my apartment. Oh, and take your toothbrush with you.”

You were crying and that annoyed him. “Why are you fucking crying?!”

“M-Mark please don’t do this- I love you. I have never loved anyone like I love you. P-Please tell me you’re lying.” You sobbed.

“You know what, I’m leaving. Leave before I come back.”

Mark didn’t want to leave, but watching you cry and sob hurt him, he would never admit that to you but deep down, he felt something for you. Mark thought ending things with you was better than walking on eggshells. It was a matter of time until you would find out. He didn’t want to risk you finding out from someone else. The least he could do was tell you, face to face.

You loved him, you really loved him so much. He was a perfect boyfriend. There was not a single day you doubt him or your relationship. It hurt, you first ever heartbreak and you didn’t know how to handle the pain.

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to When I'm lying close to someone else You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

After your breakup with Mark, you felt your life slowly falling apart. You were barely present in class and you stopped interacting with your friends. You drowned in self-pity and you fell deeper and deeper. Only Aera was there for you. After so many years of friendship, she always got your back.

“Is the pain ever going to stop?” you asked her between sobs.

“Honey, it’ll take a while, but I promise you, it’ll stop.”

Aera and Jaehyun were dating since first year of college and he told you that he had no idea about his oldest friend’s plan. Jaehyun was happy to see his friend happy- because was happy whenever he was with you. You went on double dates and spent so much time together, Jaehyun really thought that you and Mark were going to end up together.

“I swear I didn’t know. His other friends- that Haechan guy and the others were with him. He never told me because he know that we’re friends.”

“It’s okay, Jae. You’re not as childish as they’re. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

And Jaehyun and Aera never left your side until college was over. During your time thinking about life and finishing college, you met Minho, your current boyfriend. You started dating and you thought he’d help you get over Mark, but he only made you feel worse.

He was a fuckboy, he fucked anyone with tits, and even though you knew it, you still agreed to date him.

Multiple fights and breakups followed, and you always end up at Aera’s or Minho would leave for a couple days.

Whenever you were lonely, and it was the case most of time, you thought about Mark. You missed him, his lips, his touches, the way he laughed and his silly jokes. You missed the way he said I love you and how warm and loved you felt with him.

No matter how hard Mark hurt you, you didn’t regret falling in love with him. You’d do it again and again.

We never got it right Playing and replaying old conversations Overthinking every word and I hate it 'Cause it's not me And what's the point in hiding Everybody knows we got unfinished business And I'll regret it if I didn't say this isn't what it could be

Two days until the wedding

Mark shook you softly and tried to wake you up. “Hey, Y/n. We’re here. Wake up.”

“Just a little longer Markie.” You mumbled in your sleep as you held his hand. When you landed, Mark got scared again and just held your hand without asking you. You were asleep after all.

Mark’s heart was about to explode. He blushed at the nickname. You used to call him Markie every time you were sleepy or acting like a baby to get his attention.

And every fucking time he fell for it and his heart softened. “Okay baby.” This time Mark stroked your hand with his thumb.

About three minutes later, the flight attendant came to wake her. “Sir, ma’am. You need to leave the plane. We landed almost ten minutes ago.”

You slowly woke up and stretched your arms. “What? Oh, sorry.” You stood up, a little too fast. Everything was spinning, Mark held your waist and you fell on his lap.

“Are you sure we landed? Everything’s spinning around.” You held your head, not noticing that you were on Mark’s lap. “Y/n, uhm, could you stand up? But do it slowly this time!” he still held your waist. “What? Oh, shit, sorry.” You stood up, a little slower this time.

“Y/n! Mark! What took you so long? What the hell?” Aera looked strictly but as she saw Mark’s arm around your waist she softened. “S-she’s a little tipsy.” Mark said, cheeks red.

“Of course, she is.”

“Am not! Oh my god, the weather is so good!” your eyes were slightly open but as soon as you saw the sea and the beautiful architecture your smiled brightly. You pushed Mark’s arm off and started unbuttoning your shirt.

Mark’s eyes widened, and Jaehyun turned around, he didn’t want to watch you take off your clothes. Aera’s mouth fell open and Mark kept on watching you. Your tank top under your shirt rose a little and Mark’s eyes travelled to your soft skin. You put your shirt in your handbag and took out your sunglasses.

Mark’s eyes never left your body, his eyes going up to your breasts. He needs to get away from you or he’ll lose his mind.

“You can turn back baby, she’s wearing something underneath.”

“J-Jaehyun maybe we should… you know.” Mark locked eyes with Jaehyun.

“What you mean Mark?” Jaehyun asked cluelessly.

“A car, you know, for the hotel.”

“Oh yeah right. Ladies, don’t move away, we’ll go rent a car.” Jaehyun kissed Aera and then they left.

“I’m going to kill him.” You breathed out after Mark left. “You won’t.” Aera posed next to you as you took selfies together. “I will. I hate him. He acts like nothing happened, like, like he never broke my heart. As if we’re old friends or shit like that.”

“He acts totally shy around you. I think you intimidate him. Did you see how he watched you when you took off your shirt? That idiot was and is so into you.” Aera always thought that Mark loved you, no matter what he did. You don’t date someone for months just for 50 bucks. “He’s a man. As soon as they see tits, they’re on their knees.” You laughed.

“Well, maybe you should let him kneel for you a little longer. I guess he’s into that.” She giggled.

“I can’t believe that you just said that.” You closed your eyes. “Well, Jaehyun’s into that.”

“Jaehyun’s into what?” Jaehyun asked as he heard his name. “Into me of course.”

“That’s why I’m marrying you.” He pulled her in for a kiss- a very steamy and hot kiss. “Hello? Keep it PG-13 please.” You looked at them with disgust in your eyes. Mark awkwardly coughed next to you. “The car is ready.”

You were in the backseat with Mark, he was a little close for your liking. “Your leg is touching mine.” You said. “And?” he asked.

“I don’t like it.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” He said back. “Excuse me?” you said in disbelief.

Jaehyun and Aera locked eyes for a second.

Aera turned the radio louder and it was your song.

“Y/n! Isn’t that your favorite song?!” she yelled through the music. Mark glanced at you. He remembered the song. You had your first kiss with Mark, and that song was playing in the background. You were in his car, just like right now, in the backseat.

“No. It’s not.” You said as you looked out.

“What? But it’s in your Spotify playlist. What was it called? Fav songs? Best songs? His songs? My songs?” she kept on asking and you couldn’t take it anymore. “’Our songs’ but I deleted that because that playlist was stupid. Now, please. Change that songs.”

Mark smiled to himself. You still had the playlist called our songs? Mark and you created that playlist when you were dating and you always listened to it, over thousand times and it never got boring.

“Fine.” She sighed. “No! Don’t change that song. I-it is my favorite song.” Mark said and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Okay.”

“Change it.” You demanded.

“Don’t.” Mark was looking at you too. “Aera, change the song.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Aera I’ll jump out of the car If you change it.” Mark threatened.

“He won, Y/n, sorry. He threatened with his life.”

You didn’t say anything because the song changed. You looked back to your phone, ignoring Mark.

“We’re here.” Jaehyun parked the car and you mouth fell open. The hotel looked stunning. “Holy shit. This place is fucking gorgeous.” Aera said happily. “Only the best for my fiancée.” Jaehyun was fucking cheesy but Aera loved it.

The hotel was not exactly like a hotel. It was more like little white house’s next to each other with a pool and a perfect view. The house was bigger than you thought, many guest rooms, a big room for the couple and a very big room for you and Mark, at the end of the hallway, far away from Jaehyun and Aera’s room.

“If you excuse us for a while, we have things to discuss in our room,” Jaehyun said as he winked at Aera. “But we’ll get dinner together. Don’t go too far, stay in your rooms or go swimming we don’t really care just leave us alone for an hour-“ Aera kicked his leg again. “or three.”

After unpacking your stuff, you decided to go to the pool. You changed to your black two-piece swimsuit and left your room and at the same time Mark opened his door and left his room. He was in his swim trunks and he stopped his movements as soon as he saw you leaving your room.

Mark tried to hide his gaze on your body, but he was quite obvious. “Stop staring.”

“I-I’m not staring.” He looked away.

“Sure.” You made your way outside, to the pool. It was extremely hot, you put your towel on the beach chair next to the pool and sat down, ready to put on some sunscreen. Mark entered the porch and looked at you. You put sunscreen on your legs and didn’t break the eye contact.

You wanted to tease him, provoke him so you put on a show. You slowly pulled the straps of your swimsuit down and slowly put the sunscreen on your neck and shoulders until you reached the upper part of your breasts. You didn’t need to look at Mark, you felt his eyes on your as he put his stuff down next to you.

“Mark?”

“Y-Yes?” he stuttered, his focus on your breasts.

“Could you help me? I can’t reach my back.” You said innocently.

Mark gulped, “Y-yeah I can, uhm, I can do that for you.”

Mark wasn’t the only one watching. You watched him too. You watched him take off his shirt and you couldn’t look away. He looked hot, hotter than before. Did he start working out? He caught you watching him and smirked at you. You threw the sunscreen to him and turned around. You untied the bikini bra but held it against your breasts.

He squeezed a little on his hand and slowly put it on your lower back, slowly massaging it into your skin. You didn’t know If his hands were cold or If the sunscreen was cold, but after he touched you, your entire body shivered. You got goosebumps, you even felt your nipples harden.

“Yes Mark, just like that.” You teased him again.

“Feels good?”

“Mhm…” you moaned.

His face was close to yours, you could feel his breathe against your neck. His hands slowly travelled down, slightly about your ass. “Hands up, Mark.” You pushed his hands up again, you wouldn’t let him touch your ass.

You leaned back, your head was resting on Mark’s shoulder. You were sitting between his legs and you grabbed his thigh after he put a little bit pressure on your back. You weren’t going to lie- it really felt good. Your muscles relaxed, you closed your eyes and just let him touch you.

“You want me to go harder?” he whispered in your ear. “Yes, please go harder on me.” And he did. You squeezed his thigh, your hand travelled higher and higher, “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath and when you stopped, you moved forwards. “That’s enough.”

You tied your bikini bra back up and turned to him. He quickly tried to hide his bulge with a towel. “Are you perhaps turned-on Mark?” you mocked him.

“Your nipples are hard. I guess you are turned-on.”

He was right. You were turned on and your nipples were hard. “No, I’m not. Why would that turn me on? My nipples are hard b-because it’s cold. And stop looking you pervert!” you crossed your arms in front of you and made your way to the pool.

“Cold my ass.” He mumbled.

You slowly entered the pool, step by step. The temperature was good, you hoped your nipples would calm down. You watched Mark enter the pool, he was on the other side looking at you.

“This is my side and that is yours. Stay on your side and don’t bother me.” You told him strictly. Mark nodded and watched you. You just stared at each other and then Mark dove into the water. He swam towards you and when he got out, he was right in front of you, face, and hair wet. Chest rising and falling, eyes on you. Mark was really close, like, really close. You could feel the bulge against your thigh.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Swimming.” He caged you in his arms and pushed your body softly against the wall. He looked at you and the beautiful view of Greece and the ocean he had.

“Swim on your side of the pool.” He was annoying you so much.

“I have a better view from here.” Mark said as he looked you in the eyes. “Fine, you can stay here-“

“Don’t go.” He whispered. “Why? I’m blocking your view.”

“You are the view.”

You didn’t say anything back- you couldn’t. Your heart was beating against your chest, breathing got difficult and you couldn’t calm down. He was so close, you were about to lose your mind.

Mark wasn’t doing any better. You looked ethereal. You looked as beautiful as the first time he had met you. You were even prettier and the way you were so cold to him was kind of hot. Mark thought that his feelings for you died but seeing you after such a long time only made him realize, that his feelings for you got even stronger.

He always asked Jaehyun about you, but Jaehyun punched him and told him to fuck off because he had hurt his girlfriends’ best friend and his own friend, too. In Jaehyun’s eyes, Mark was a great friend, and he would trust him with his life, but after what he had done to you, Mark lost the right to know about your life. Still, Mark tried to find out If you were feeling any better after the breakup. If you were happy without him in your life, but he always failed and reaching out to you would be the worst thing he could do to you.

Mark’s hands were on your waist. He pushed his body against yours and he knew how nervous you were, but two can play this game.

Your hand was on his toned stomach, caressing it softly and then going down. You never broke eye contact and when your hand landed on his crotch, softly squeezing his bulge, he let out a moan. You were bold, you kept on playing with his bulge and Mark’s lips were attacking your neck. He placed soft kisses and started sucking.

“Fuck, Y/n. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.” He moaned as he squeezed your waist slightly. Before you could realize what exactly was happening, your phone rang.

“Ignore it.” Mark mumbled, his lips leaving your skin for a second.

“Mark- no.”

“Please… I’m so close.” He kissed your neck up to your jaw. You wanted to keep doing whatever the fuck you were doing with fucking Mark Lee, but your phone never stopped ringing. “You’re close?”

“Yes baby, so close.”

And you stopped your hand movements immediately. “W-What no please-“ he begged but you pushed him away. “You’re a big boy, right? You don’t need me.” You stepped out of the pool and wrapped the towel around yourself. Mark was painfully hard, and he was about to cum.

You took your phone and looked at the messages you just got. Minho texted you and you realized that you just gave Mark a handjob, even though he didn’t cum, and you totally forgot about Minho’s existence. Not that Minho always had you on his mind.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You said.

Mark looked at you curiously.

You called Minho immediately, not caring If you lost so much money since you called someone abroad.

“What the fuck does that mean?!” you asked angrily.

“I’m busy- I can’t attend the wedding.”

“Busy my ass, fuck you. This is my best friend’s wedding, the least you could do is to come to the wedding and stay next to your fucking girlfriend.” You were so angry, you didn’t care about anything.

Mark didn’t want to listen to your private conversation- and he had to jerk off- but after hearing the word girlfriend, he stopped in his tracks and listened.

“I have so much work and it’s just a wedding- I’ll make it up to you.” Minho said but you were distracted by the voices and music. “A-Are you at the club? You promised you’d never do that again?!”

“I’m with some colleagues-“ he lied.

“It’s fine. I don’t have time for this right now.” You hung up without listening to him any further. You were exhausted, so fucking exhausted. You turned to your left and saw Mark watching you. “Who was that?” he asked.

“None of your business.” You were cold to him again. Mark was about to say something, but you left without giving him the chance.

The only thing on your mind right now was Mark’s lips on your body. You took a hot shower and changed into a pretty sundress, perfect for the hot weather.

Mark was under the shower, after he jerked off, you still didn’t leave his mind. All he could think about was you and the person to whom you were talking.

After an hour, Aera told you to get ready- you were all going out for dinner. You all got ready and left the house. You were in the backseat with Mark again, not exchanging a word with the three, you were in your own world.

When you felt Mark’s hand on your thigh you turned your head to him. “Huh?”

“Burgers? What do you say?” he asked softly and pulled his hand back. “Sure.” You just wanted to drink, you didn’t care about food.

Jaehyun parked next to a restaurant and when you entered, you were all shocked. It was a beautiful restaurant with a terrace and a pretty view. Aera was next to you, Jaehyun across from her and Mark right across from you.

It felt like back then when you were going on actual double dates. “I think I have a déjà vu?” Jaehyun laughed awkwardly. “Ouch!” Mark yelped. “Sorry Mark, I wanted to kick Jaehyun.” Aera said. “Why would you want to kick me?” he asked his girlfriend. “Babe, shut up.” It was so awkward.

Mark looked at you, he knew exactly what Jaehyun was talking about. “Do you guys remember when the waiter pushed Jaehyun’s head into the cake?” Mark laughed at the memory the four of your shared. You didn’t say anything, but the others laughed. “Oh my god that was hilarious. He tasted so delicious.” Aera winked at him. “Okay, well, uhm, I wasn’t talking about that.” Mark scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“My baby likes it when her fiancée tastes like strawberries.” Jaehyun smirked at Aera.

“This is absolutely not something we want to hear, Jesus.” Mark said disgusted.

After finishing dinner, you walked on the beach together. “Hey, babe, what’s on your mind?” Aera pulled you back to talk to you. She knew something was up.

“I just- Minho isn’t coming and I’m not sad about it. Why am I not sad about it?” you asked her. “Thanks god- I mean, I think your brain started working finally. Do you even see a future with him?” she asked you. “No, I don’t b-but I’ll never have future with anyone- I guess I’m just not worth-“

“If you dare to finish that sentence, I’ll push you into the water.” Aera threatened you. “Listen, I know when you are happy, and there was not a single time you were happy in that relationship, not like you were with that dumbass-“ she pointed at Mark, “The last time I saw you truly happy was with him, and I’m not saying go get Mark, I’m saying that Minho isn’t worth it. You are too good for him and there’s someone who loves you so much and who deserved your love and attention. Not that looser.”

And your eyes never left Mark’s back.

Something inside you switched, you don’t need a man next to you to be happy, well definitely not a man like Minho- he wasn’t even a man. After all the tears and fights you finally opened your eyes, and you knew that you deserve better.

“Fuck this shit I’m breaking up with that piece of shit.” And you really did. Aera held your hand as you dialed his number and called him.

“Y/n? It’s fucking 4 am.” Minho said. “Babe-“ you heard in the background, but you didn’t fucking care.

“You know what, I don’t even fucking care. Do whatever you want- thanks god you aren’t coming. I don’t have to make memories with an asshole like you. Go back to your slut. I’ll get my stuff when I’m back. I’m done with you” And you hung up.

You felt better than ever before.

You didn’t feel like crying- you were happy, you wanted to make great memories with your best friend and after so many years, you finally broke up with Minho. You felt free and when you looked to your left, to the stunning view you had, you just smiled.

“I’m so proud of you. You know, there are a couple single friends of Jaehyun coming to the wedding, maybe you’ll get some dick.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Jaehyun’s friends? Are we really sure about that?” you joked, looking at Mark again.

“You are right.”

Meanwhile, Mark and Jaehyun were talking about you.

“Dude, she was talking about someone not attending the wedding and like, she said girlfriend or something, I don’t know- is she… is Y/n dating someone?” Mark asked, he was scared of the answer. He had hope to get you back, but when you were someone else’s, he couldn’t do anything.

“Yeah, Minho. Such a piece of shit, like, he’s worse than you-“

“Hey!”

“Sorry, but like, what you did was an asshole move but he’s like constantly an asshole, I think that’s worse than being a dick just once. He cheats and yells and is so fucking disrespectful, if it weren’t for Y/n I’d kill him and I can’t believe that he’s coming to my wedding, god.”

Mark was shocked, you’re really dating someone like him?

“Why isn’t she leaving him?” he asked Jaehyun. “I don’t really know, they started dating right after you left, maybe she tried to move on with him.”

Mark knew he had hurt you really bad, but you tried to move on that soon? Why did you touch him like that when you have a boyfriend? Why did you let him kiss your neck and be so close?

“Let’s go to the club!” you yelled happily, and Mark turned to you. “Club?” he asked.

“Yes, the fucking club, I want to get wasted!” you sang happily.

And the next stop was a club. After a couple shots (Jaehyun didn’t drink anything except for water, he’s the driver), you and Aera danced on the dancefloor happily together. You felt so alive and excited, you jumped around and Mark couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.

The way your dress slightly rose and exposed your beautiful legs. He hoped nobody else was looking at you like he did.

“You’re staring.” Jaehyun said.

“Am not.”

“You’re so fucking obvious, it physically hurts me to see you like this.” Jaehyun patted Mark’s back.

“Do you think she still hates me?” Mark asked. “Well, I would.”

“That’s not helpful.” Mark gulped down another shot. “Alright, I’m sorry. She’s like, pissed, but I don’t think she hates you.”

“Baby! Dance with me!” Aera pulled Jaehyun to the dance floor and he didn’t resist. He had to show everyone that Aera was his girl, his fiancée. Dancing slowly turned into a make out session and not even five minutes later, they left the dancefloor and entered the restroom.

After dancing for so long, you returned back to your table. “What are you doing here all alone?” you asked Mark.

“Drinking.” He drank shot after shot. “Share with me.” You sat down next to him, really close. Your thighs touching and his gaze on your legs made you smirk.

“Let’s play a game. We’ll ask questions and If we don’t want to answer, we take a shot. Okay?”

You nodded, that could get really interesting. You ordered a whole vodka bottle and started the game.

“Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman. Well, okay, I got a question. Did you get to cum today?” you asked boldly. “I did.” He smirked at you.

“Okay, uhm, were you turned on?”

You took a shot, yes you were so turned on, but you wouldn’t say that out loud.

Mark looked you in the eyes, “Do I look hot?”

“So fucking hot.” Mark said without thinking.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked now, you took a shot, which was a pretty obvious answer to him. He put his hand on your thigh. He squeezed slightly. “I never said yes.” You said. “You also never said no. Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“It’s not your turn.” Which meant that you didn’t want him to stop touching you.

After a couple shots, Mark finally asked you the question he was dying to ask.

“Did you miss me?” his face was serious, and he looked you the deep in the eyes. Whenever Mark asked you a question to which you couldn’t say no, you took a shot, just like you did at this question. Mark knew that you had missed him.

“I missed you. So much.” He came closer, nose brushing yours. Mark pressed his lips on the corner of your lips. He slightly pulled back and you looked at you, you weren’t stopping him, so he continued.

The next kiss landed on the tip of your nose and then on the other corner of your lips. Mark squeezed your thigh with a little bit more pressure as he finally placed his lips on yours. Mark kissed you slowly and without realizing it, you kissed him back. You shut your eyes and let him kiss you. He kissed you with so much passion, so much longing and you cupped his cheeks to pull him closer.

His right hand held you by your waist and squeezed it, you gasped, and he put his hot muscle in your mouth. His tongue was playing with yours, he sucked on your lower lip and you could feel yourself getting wetter with every touch and every kiss. You forgot that you were in public, everyone could watch your heavy make-out session with Mark.

“M-Mark-“ you moaned.

“Mhmm…” he didn’t want to stop-

“Mark- there are people around -fuck- us-“ when he started kissing your neck, you lost it.

“Don’t care.” And he kept kissing your skin. “I can’t get enough of you.” He smirked as he left a mark on your skin.

You opened your eyes and saw Jaehyun and Aera coming. You pushed Mark away and acted like you didn’t just have the best kiss of your life.

“We’re done,” Aera giggled, “We should go back, it’s late and we should get sober until tomorrow night. I want to remember my bachelorette party.”

You just nodded, grabbed your purse, and left the club with the others coming after you.

The car ride was awkward. Mark wanted to hold your hand, but you tried to leave as much space as possible between you. Your head was spinning, you wanted him but the voice in your head told you to back off.

Mark was silent the whole ride back and after you left, he could finally breath again.

“The others are coming tomorrow, I trust my best man to take care of them.” Jaehyun and Mark talked on the way back to the house and you tried to ignore the fact that Mark was really walking right next to you.

“Of course, dude. You’re bachelor party is going to be crazy, by the way.” Mark planed something big for Jaehyun.

“No strippers.” Jaehyun warned.

“No strippers for you.” Mark teased even though he was suddenly not interested in seeing women, except for you. You were on his mind and you just didn’t want to leave.

That kind of hurt you.

You accidently locked eyes with Mark, and he wanted to punch himself. “I- I mean I don’t want them either- you know? I swear I didn’t book any strippers.” Mark tried to save himself, but you just rolled your eyes.

“We’re going to have strippers though, Aera.”

“What? Aera, babe, I thought we said no strippers.” Jaehyun pouted.

“I told her! Y/n No strippers!” Aera panicked.

“No strippers for you.” You mocked Mark and he glared at you.

“No strippers and that’s final.” Jaehyun said strictly like a dad, pointing his finger at me.

“I was just joking- don’t worry. No strippers. Promise.”

You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward but it's true

The next day was hectic. Family members and friends finally arrived and you, as the maid of honor, tried your best to be there for them and for Aera. Mark on the other hand just hung out with Jaehyun. The wedding is tomorrow and the bachelor parties are tonight. Aera was a little stressed, even with your help. She was talking with the catering company and you could see how exhausted she was.

“Aera, go take a long relaxing bath, I got this. I have your list and all of the information. Let me manage this, you need to relax and enjoy this. I don’t want you to stress.” You told her.

“You’re right, I trust you with this.”

You did everything you had to do. You were done with the check list and when you were about to go to your room to take a quick nap, a voice interrupted you.

“So, Y/n. Did you get hotter? Or is it just the weather in Greece?”

You turned around and faced Johnny Suh. A close friend of Jaehyun and he was always flirting with you, even when you dated Mark, but it was harmless. He was always nice and kind and you flirted back, just for fun of course and well, you liked making Mark jealous.

“Oh look at you! Long time no see.” You hugged him and the other boys trailing after him. Mark leading the boys and watching you and Johnny flirt right in front of him.

You hugged the others, and they didn’t know how to act, since Mark was glaring at them, which you didn’t notice.

“So Y/n, do you need any help?” Johnny said, winking at you.

“I’m actually done with everything, I was about to take a nap.”

“A nap? Come on, we’re in Greece. Let’s go to the beach.” Johnny suggested and everyone agreed with him, even Mark.

You thought about it for a second. Going to beach sound perfect, who knows If you ever come to Greece again.

“Alright, I’ll go get my stuff and change.”

You changed to your bikini and a sundress. You packed your back, a couple towels, sunscreen, and your sunglasses. The boys were already waiting for you. Jungwoo, Mark, Johnny and Yuta were the only ones who wanted to go to the beach. Jaehyun was napping and the others wanted to go to the city.

You were sitting between Jungwoo and Mark. Johnny was driving and Yuta took the passenger seat. You pressed your legs together, you didn’t want to touch Mark’s legs. After everything that happened last night, you were scared and you didn’t know what to do. Mark wasn’t doing any better. It was so awkward and if he could, he would kiss you again.

Not even 15 minutes later, you arrived at the beach and it was such a beautiful view.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.” You said with wide eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” Johnny flirted and you softly hit him on the shoulder, “Shut up.”

Mark tried to ignore Johnny’s flirty behavior, but it was so hard, even back when you and Mark were still dating, he hated it whenever Johnny flirted like that with you. He didn’t even know why, he shouldn’t have cared, he was only dating you for the money, right? But now it was different. Now he cared even more, he wanted you and it drove him crazy that you ignored him all day.

When you settled down right in front of the beach, Yuta and Jungwoo dropped everything and ran straight into the water.

“They didn’t put any sunscreen on.” Johnny mumbled, “Can you help me put some on Y/n?” he asked you.

“Sure.”

Once again, Mark wanted to punch his friend.

The way you put sunscreen on Johnny’s back was quick, you wanted to annoy Mark, you didn’t want him to think that you were really interested in Johnny. Johnny thanked you and asked you if you need help too and when you nodded, Mark remembered when he put sunscreen on your back yesterday.

Mark smirked at the memory, you’re so beautiful and your moans were so pretty and-

Mark’s thoughts were interrupted by you.

“Johnny, you are so strong, it feels so good.”

How could you say that, Mark thought.

“Y/n are you still with that piece of shit?” Johnny asked you as he massaged your back. “No I broke up with him.”

“So you’re single right?”

“Fuck- Yes, single.” You closed your eyes and enjoyed the massage you were getting.

“Hyung, I think Yuta is calling your name.” Mark interrupted.

“I can’t hear anything?” you mumbled.

“For real, he called your name just a second ago, maybe you should go look after him.”

Johnny’s plan worked. Johnny could hear the jealousy in Mark’s voice. Johnny wasn’t really interested in you, yeah you were pretty and you have a great personality, but you were still Mark’s ex-girlfriend and Johnny knew that Mark still liked you, even though he never admitted that.

“Alright, maybe Mark can continue?” Johnny asked you.

“I don’t know… Mark’s not as strong as you are.” You teased.

“I am strong, did you forget about yesterday-“

“Okayyyy.” Johnny laughed awkwardly and left you two.

Mark placed his hands on your back, he softly massaged you. You were laying on your stomach and Mark slowly untangled your bikini straps.

“How is this?” he asked you as he put a little pressure on your back.

“G-Good, so good.”

“You like making me jealous huh?” his hand travelled down but he stopped right before your butt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said innocently even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Oh baby, you do. You know what I’m talking about,” he put a little bit of pressure on your neck, “I really want to spank you for behaving like a brat.”

“Do it.”

“Don’t play with me.” Mark bend forward and pressed his lips on your bare shoulder. He left wet kisses on your skin and you closed your eyes and let him.

You missed him. You missed Mark so much. You wanted him and he wanted you, but there was still something holding you back.

You got interrupted by the ringing of your phone.

Mark pulled back and when you tried to stand up to reach for your phone, you forgot that your bikini was loose.

“Oh shit-“ you laid back and Mark giggled. He tied your straps back together and you finally answered your phone.

“Hi Aera, yeah we’re at the beach. Everything is done, don’t worry I took care of everything. Yeah be ready at 9 I’m not telling you what I’ve planned. The dress code is red and short. No Jaehyun won’t get jealous because he won’t get to see you until the wedding. Oh, I’m- I’m with Mark right now- would you shut up we’re not-“ you glanced at Mark who was already looking at you, “I’m hanging up now.”

Aera teased you with Mark, she asked you why you were alone with him and if you were doing dirty things with him.

“I’m going to the boys, are you coming?” you asked him softly.

Mark just nodded and trailed after you.

After your fun beach day, you got ready for the bachelorette party. Aera’s three other friends were also coming and knew about your plan. You booked a limousine and a VIP place in a club, it wasn’t much, but Aera liked it the traditional way.

After changing to a short red dress with thin straps, you put on makeup and you were ready to go. The others were also ready and Aera tried to hide herself.

“Jaehyun can’t see me like this- he’d rip this dress off me, then he would fuck me and then he would burn it.”

“Calm down, Johnny told me that they already left.” You assured her.

“Fine. Fuck I look so hot.” Aera opened her front camera once again and looked at herself.

“Yes you do and now let’s get wasted!!” one of her other friends said.

Driving in a limousine was fun, Aera popped the champagne bottle carefully and after driving around the city for 3 hours and having fun in the limousine, you arrived at the club.

You entered the VIP lounge and the night started perfectly. Everyone was having fun, dancing, and drinking.

Aera secretly texted Jaehyun that she missed him and loved him. She also left for about five minutes just to talk to him in the restroom.

“Where the hell were you?” you asked her.

“I was talking to Jaehyun I’m sorry I’ll turn my phone off now.”

And she did, of course after she texted Jaehyun that she was turning her phone off, she didn’t want him to worry and also have fun.

After that, Aera drank and danced like there was no tomorrow.

You were also having the time of your life, it’s been so long since you danced freely in a club. No, it’s been so long since you had fun at all. When you were with Minho, you never had any fun. It was always about him, his pleasure, his feelings, everything about him. All you could think about was Mark when you were with Minho. No matter how much Mark hurt you, when he was your boyfriend, he was always perfect. He valued you more than Minho ever did. You shouldn’t be thinking about Mark when you were lying next to someone else, but you couldn’t help it.

“Y/n?”

You turned around and your eyes met Mark’s.

“M-Mark? Are you real? Or am I dreaming?” you giggled, you were tipsy.

“I’m real,” he stroked your cheek, “This island is so small, we ended up at the same club.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist. “I was thinking about you the whole day.” you admitted, you were drunk and drunk you always said the truth.

“Me too. Couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Are you drunk?” you asked.

“No, but I’m still telling you the truth. I missed you.”

“I miss-“

“Y/n! Jaehyun is here and he can’t see Aera, it’s almost midnight! It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!” Aera’s friend giggled, “and she’s so fucking drunk and I’m so drunk too,” she giggled again.

You sobered up quickly, thanks god you didn’t drink much, there has to be someone sober enough to take care of everyone and you could never forgive yourself if anything happens before the wedding.

“I’ll take her back to the hotel, you guys can stay and have more fun.” You told her and she thanked you and told you to call if anything happens.

Mark followed you, he helped you carry Aera to the taxi.

“I’ll come with you.” Mark said.

“Don’t worry about us. I can take care of us, go have fun with the boys.” You smiled softly.

“No I want to be with you- I mean, I was bored anyway, and tomorrow is the big day, I should have some… sleep.” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

When you arrived at the hotel, Mark helped you carry Aera to your room. She was going to stay with you for tonight, Jaehyun shouldn’t see her before the wedding.

“Sleep tight, tomorrow is going to be your big day.” you said as you tugged her in.

You turned to Mark with a small smile on your face, “Thank you. For helping me with her.”

“Of course. Uhm, do you, only if you want to of course, do you want to drink something with me? In m-my room if that’s okay for you. I mean it’s still early and I’m not really sleepy, you know.” Mark rambled.

“Yeah, sure.” You said shyly.

Mark opened the door and you entered his room. His room was clean and had a perfect view. Even at night, the view was beautiful. The lights in the dark, the moon shining brightly, it looked mesmerizing.

You stood in front of his window and Mark watched you with a smile on his lips to you, the view was everything but to Mark, you were everything. You looked absolutely beautiful to him.

Mark took a couple steps and was now right behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder. You intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him closer to you.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.” He whispered softly against your ear.

You turned around, his arms still around you and his face so close to yours.

“I couldn’t tell you this in the club so I’m going to say it now,” you whispered against his lips, “I missed you too, Mark. I missed you so much.”

And without thinking twice, you both leaned in and kissed.

You closed your eyes immediately and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, he did the same, he pulled you closer by your waist and pressed you against the window.

He kissed you gently and slowly, your heart pounded against your chest and Mark’s heart was racing, too. As if time stopped right there, as if they were never apart. Mark’s right hand was on your jaw, softly pushing your head up to get better access to your mouth, you let out a soft moan, Mark used the opportunity to meet your tongue.

The kiss was perfect, slow but still so passionate.

Mark pulled back, you were breathing heavily and heat rose from your stomach to your chest, a feeling you couldn’t really describe.

He left wet kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw and then your neck. You tilt your head back, Mark sucked on your soft skin as your hands tangled in his hair, lightly pulling.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you just wanted to take off this dress and let Mark fuck you.

“D-Do you want this?” he asked you.

“Yes-“ you whimpered as he sucked on your sensitive spot.

Mark pulled you to his bed, with you on top of him straddling his lap. Your lips connected again, you tried to unbutton his shirt as he grabbed your butt softly and squeezed it.

You almost ripped his shirt, but you didn’t care.

It was your turn to press your lips on his neck.

Mark closed his eyes, the way his crotch met you when you pressed yourself against him, the way your lips kissed his soft skin, leaving pretty marks on Mark.

Mark couldn’t take it anymore. His pants were so tight, it almost hurt. He wanted to feel you, he needed to feel you. Mark changed positions, he was on top of you now.

“Take this off- please, fuck, take this off now.” He looked for the zipper of your dress and when he finally found it, he wanted to cry.

He took off your dress, and fuck, he was going crazy. You weren’t wearing a bra, only your black panties.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

The way Mark looked at you made you feel so beautiful. You weren’t shy like you used to be, you felt good and you wanted him so bad.

You pulled him up for a short kiss.

Mark took off his pants as fast as he could and he was painfully hard. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. His lips were on your nipple, he sucked on your breast and his hand was playing with the other one. After sucking on your one nipple, his attention was on the other one. “Mark- fuck, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You moaned.

You were so wet and feeling Mark’s cock against your thigh turned you so on.

While playing with your nipples, his one hand found your pussy. He stroked it over your panties, but then his hand travelled in your panties and he started playing with your wet pussy.

“Baby you are so wet. All for me?”

“Yes, yes. So wet for you, Mark.” You closed your eyes tightly. It felt so good to feel his hands on you again.

Even thought Mark wanted to taste you, he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be in you now.

“You can take me, right baby? I need to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me Mark.” You also couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to cum.

Mark took off his boxers and hovered above you. “F-Fuck I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t have a condom? Why?” you asked him.

“Well, I didn’t think that I was going to fuck you here.”

“What if you’d met someone else here?” you asked curiously.

“I’m not interested in someone else. I want you- I always wanted you.” He admitted shyly.

You looked each other in the eyes for a couple seconds, he leaned in and pecked your lips. He pulled back and looked at you again.

“You can fuck me without a condom. I’m on the pill and I haven’t had sex in months,” You can’t even remember the last time Minho fucked you. “And I never fucked without a condom after I had sex with you.”

“Me too. I mean after… after you I haven’t fucked raw.”

“Okay.” You said softly.

“Okay.” He leaned in and pressed his lips on yours.

While kissing you, he slowly pushed his cock in you. You grabbed his biceps tightly, he stretched you, you haven’t been fucked in so long, you got even tighter.

Mark pulled back and looked at you. “You feel so good around me. So, so fucking good. I missed you so much.” With that, Mark pushed his entire length inside of you.

“Fuck-“

He was fucking into you, slowly but hard. You could feel his entire length and he always hit your sweet spot. “Right there- Mark, fuck.”

“I-I want to ride you. Mark, fuck.” You moaned.

Mark turned you, you were now on top of him.

You bounced on his cock up and down, his hands on your waist pushed you down and he thrusted his hips to fuck into you. Your hands were on his shoulder, holding him. Even though you wanted to ride him, he was fucking you hard and good.

“M-Mark I’m gonna cum. Fuck Fuck Mark-“

And then your climax hit you. You collapsed on top of him and he still fucked into you. “Fuck feel so good. Y-you feel so good.” Mark was so close and the way he kept fucking you overstimulated you. You clenched one last time and Mark came inside of you, painting you walls white. He moaned your name as he came and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

Mark wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his chest. Mark pulled his cock out of you. You could hear his heart beating against his chest.

The night was perfect, after cleaning you up, you were wrapped in his arms once again. You talked about everything that night. Everything you had missed when you were apart.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Sure.”

“Did you ever love him? Minho or whatever his name was.” Mark was jealous, even though you were in his arms.

“No, I don’t think that I’ve ever loved anyone, except for you. I always loved you.”

Mark smiled and kissed your temple.

“Why were you with him? Why didn’t you break up with him? Jaehyun told me that he’s an asshole.”

“After- after you broke up with me, I was… lost. I didn’t know what to do. I felt worthless and just- useless. He made me feel- wanted? I don’t know. I needed someone to forget you and he didn’t care. He never cared about me but he made me believe that he loved me. And that’s all I wanted. I just wanted to be loved.” You whispered the last part. A tear escaped your eye and you were quick enough to wipe it away. But Mark still noticed.

Mark felt bad. He never wanted you to feel this way. You were a dream. You were so perfect and it was his fault that you felt worthless. If anyone was useless, it was Mark.

“It’s my fault a-and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that you felt that way, but it’s not true. You are so much more. You are perfect in every possible way. You are more than anyone could ask for. I’ll never forgive myself that I made you feel this way.” Mark teared up and pulled you even closer.

“C-Can I ask you something?” you asked this time.

“Y-Yes.”

“What did you do with the money?” you were always curious about that.

Mark gulped hard, the memory pained him. “I gave it back.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t take money from a stupid bet, a bet that hurt you. I wasn’t proud of what I did. I wanted to forget that it happened, that I did that to you. I wanted to erase that from my memory. But I couldn’t erase you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you. I loved you back then and I love you now. I never stopped loving you but I was too scared to reach out to you. I thought you hated me and it took me long to realize how much I love you.”

You looked up to him, you didn’t want to cry but your eyes were teary. “You love me?”

“Yes, I love you. I love you so much. There was not a single day without missing you, not a single day without regret eating me alive.”

“S-So you still love?”

“Yes. I love you.” He looked you deep in the eyes.

“I love you too.”

Mark smiled widely. Oh, how he missed hearing that you loved him.

“I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay.” You pecked his lips but that wasn’t enough for Mark. He climbed on top of you and kissed you passionately.

His hand was on your naked thigh, stroking it softly. You were wet and when Mark put his hand on your wet pussy, you moaned.

Mark circled your clit and his tongue played with yours. It felt so good. He slowly put two fingers inside of your cunt and thrusted them in and out. You clenched around his fingers and you could feel your climax coming. Mark added a third finger.

His lips were back on your skin. Mark softly kissed your boobs and sucked on your sensitive nipples.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum?” he asked you between his kisses.

“Yes- I’m so close.”

“Look at me.” His face was close to yours again, and when you looked at him, at his dark doe eyes, you came.

After you calmed down, you glanced at the clock in the room.

“Shit, Mark. It’s almost six in the morning. We need to sleep.”

You talked the whole night and after two orgasms and cuddling, you didn’t notice that it was already this late.

“But I’m hard.” He pouted.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Yes, please baby, please suck me off.” He begged.

You were on the edge of the bed, your face right in front of his hard cock.

You slowly licked from the bottom to his tip. You pumped his cock in your hand a couple times before you put it inside of your mouth. After pumping him, you licked the slit on his tip.

“Babe- don’t tease me.” He whimpered.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anything- but just please, do something.”

You put his entire length inside of your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and pumping the part of his dick you couldn’t put inside of your mouth.

You stopped bobbing you head and stared licked his tip again. “Babe- please. Please make me cum.”

Mark was going crazy. He needed to cum, his cock was so sensitive now, he twitched every time you licked or touched him.

“Okay, baby. I teased you enough, I’ll make you cum. You want to cum right?” you kissed his cock and he nodded. “Please. I want to cum on your face.”

You sucked his dick properly this time, he was so sensitive and so close, not even ten seconds later, he came on your face, just like he wanted to.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. That was so fucking good, babe, fuck.” Mark was breathing heavily, the intense orgasm tired him. You cleaned you face, fortunately he only came on your face and inside of your mouth.

You crawled back to him and kissed his lips. “Thank you.” He thanked you. “I love sucking your dick.”

“No, well yeah thank you for that too but I’m thankful for everything. Thank you for forgiving me.”

“I love you.”

And you fell asleep in his arms.

I'd go back to you I'd go back to you What was there, wasn't sure But I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

Not even three hours later, your alarm clock woke you and Mark up.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You mumbled.

“I don’t want you to leave either. Stay a little longer.” He kissed your shoulder.

“I can’t I have to wake up Aera. It’s her big day, it needs to be perfect.”

“Everything you do is perfect.” Mark flirted.

“Shut up, I’ll see you later okay? Thank you for last night.”

“I love you.” He leaned down and kissed you. After kissing for two minutes to pulled back again. “I have to go.”

“Just five more minutes.”

Almost thirty minutes later, you tiptoed to your bedroom. Aera was wide awake playing with her phone when she saw you.

“Where the fuck were you and why are- oh my god.” Aera understood immediately. “You bitch fucked Mark didn’t you.”

“Yes, and now shut up and get ready for your wedding day!”

“I know I know, but like, I’m happy if you are happy. Are you happy?” she asked you worriedly.

“Yes. I’ve never been happier I think.” You smiled. You were really happy and so in love with Mark.

“Then I’m happy.”

Hours later, you found yourself in your maid of honor dress, looking absolutely gorgeous. Mark was helping you with everything. With the catering company, the guests and everything else that needed to be taken care of.

Mark stole kisses from you here and there and now he pulled you back to his bedroom and kissed you intensely.

“You look so stunning- I can’t stop staring at you. I love you, pretty girl.” He kissed you again.

“M-Mark fuck, you look so hot and I really want to fuck you, b-but, fuck we can’t.” you closed your eyes and let him kiss your neck.

“Okay, okay. I’m trying to stay calm, but fuck, you look so good I want to rip that dress off.”

“We’ll have the whole night. Let’s go back, people are going to get suspicious.”

When you went back, you met Johnny and Yuta on your way.

“Where are you two coming from?” Yuta asked.

“My bedroom- ouch.” You kicked Mark’s leg.

“What were you doing in your bedroom?” Johnny asked amused. “Do you want me to show you?” Mark asked with a smirk.

“Mark? What the f-“ and then Mark pulled you in and kissed you fully on the lips.

He could finally show Johnny that you belonged to him, that you always belonged to him.

“Well I guess we saw that coming.” Yuta laughed with Johnny. The two left and you were still kissing.

“Ew! He is eating her Mommy!” you heard a little girl scream.

You pulled away immediately and apologized.

Mark laughed his ass off as he walked you to Aera’s dressing room. “I’m going to eat you tonight. But not your mouth. I’m going to eat your cunt.”

“I can’t wait. I’ll see you at the ceremony alright? I need to stay with Aera now.”

“Okay baby.” He kissed you goodbye.

The wedding ceremony ended so quickly, next thing you knew you were in Mark’s arms slow dancing. Aera and Jaehyun’s wedding was truly beautiful. Everything went smoothly and you were finally resting in the arms of your lover.

Aera and Jaehyun were also slow dancing and smiling happily. Not only because it was the most important night of their lives- also because their best friends were finally happy together.

“Y/n?” Mark said your name softly.

“Mhm?” you hummed with closed eyes.

“I’m really sorry that I put you trough all of that, and I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize my real feelings for you. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my entire life and I’m going to do everything I can to keep you in my arms. I don’t want to see sad ever again. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

You promised yourself you weren’t going to cry that night, but a couple tears still escaped.

“You know, I was hurt but I healed and I’m more than ready to do this with you again. It was you. My heart always longed for you, and I don’t think that there could be anyone I would love as much as I love you. You could break my heart thousand times, I would go back to you over and over again.” You looked up to him, he could see the love you felt for him in your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” And with that, Mark pressed his lips on yours and kissed you with so much love and adoration.

I'll go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you I'll go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you

#neosmutcollective #mark angst #mark lee angst #mark lee fluff #mark lee smut #nct angst #nct fluff #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #nct smut #jung jaehyun #nct dream angst #nct dream mark #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff

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captainmalewriter · 3 years ago

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Wanderlust

I love traveling, or rather I should say I love the idea of traveling. I haven’t been to very many places. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I left my hometown and it depresses me. I wanna see the world! Doesn’t matter if it’s a new city, state, or even continent. Honestly if it weren't for my lack of money, I'd probably always be traveling to somewhere new. Luckily, I found a “financially sensitive alternative” on this black magic website for people with little to no money like me.

It’s a simple enough process, only 4 steps. First, find the closest airport near you and go there. It took me a long time to organize all my loose change into coin rolls, but it got me just enough money to Uber to my nearest airport. First step done.

Next, pick a destination (ideally before going to the airport). I honestly couldn’t decide! There’s just so many options to choose from, so I ended up writing a bunch of locations down onto slips of paper and picked one out of a shoe box. I shook it, stuck in my hand, and pulled out Hawaii. Second step done.

Third step, make the potion and have it ready on standby. The recipe was right there on the website, and it was honestly pretty inexpensive too. I had enough money leftover from my coin deposit to buy the few needed ingredients from the store. It smelled terrible though, it stank up my crummy studio apartment. I just hoped it tasted better than it smelled, but the third step was done.

The last step was where it got tricky. The fourth step basically came down to luck. Step number four, choose your host, drink the potion, and jump into them. By host, it basically meant to choose the person you want to possess. Now it sounds pretty straightforward on paper, but in reality it’s pretty tough. The web forum advised you choose someone that’s (1) traveling alone, (2) someone you could take in a fight if things go south, and (3) someone you don’t mind being for however long you plan.

I waited around in the parking lot, specifically the one that was closest for the airport that had domestic flights but still had to fly over the water. That narrowed it down to Hawaii and Alaska, and really who the fuck flies to Alaska in June?

I kept moving around the parking lot and even hid in some places while I waited for the perfect person to come by. I checked my watch, only another two hours until the next flight for Hawaii took off. Best case scenario, someone perfect comes along and my plans stay the same. Worst case scenario, I might have to just go somewhere else and wing it from there. I couldn't stay there all day, no doubt someone would report me to airport security eventually.

Then, just as luck would have it, the perfect guy pulls into the parking complex. He was the hottest guy I had seen all day. It wasn't gonna get any better than him, so I had to go for it while I had the shot, even if he wasn’t going to Hawaii.

The only bad part was the lady passenger that was with him. She could be a problem. I followed their car on foot and hid behind a truck while they parked. I could hear the two getting off the car and opening the trunk. They were talking, and I focused on listening in on their conversation.

"Thanks for driving back my car Amy," the guy said. "I really needed this getaway trip to myself.”

"You owe me one Erick, I'm missing the new episode of The Bachelor for this,"

"Love you too, cuzzo,"

"Gross."

The guy, Erick, chuckled while the girl, Amy, groaned. I sighed out of relief. It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders when I heard his cousin was just with him to drive the car back.

The two were talking for a while longer, and then I heard the car door open and close.

“Stay safe Erick!!” Amy shouted. Erick said goodbye back, then Amy drove off burning tire. I took a look around the immediate surroundings, there was only a few people around at the moment. Go time.

Erick was focused on some papers he had on his hand. That’s when I got out from behind the truck and walked straight at him. I bumped into him and he dropped the papers.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” I said as I dropped down to pick up the papers. One of them was a ticket, a ticket for Hawaii. Yes.

I stood up ready to hand it back to him.

“Watch where you’re fucking going next time,” he held out his hand. I purposefully let go of the papers and let them scatter. “Bro what the fuck is wrong with you!?”

The papers were all over the ground. He turned around and bent down to pick up the ones closer to him. That’s when I took out the flask holding the potion from my pocket and drank it. All the eggs left a bad taste in my mouth, but there was no time to complain. I chugged it down, and as Erick stood back up, I jumped into his back. It felt weird, I had to push myself into him. I could sense he was shuddering as I entered his body, probably out of sheer shock at what was happening. I felt myself slip right into his body; my torso into his torso, my waist into his waist, my face into his face, everything fit like a glove.

“Ahh... feels good!” I said in Erick’s smooth as butter voice. I cracked my new neck and knuckles. Perfect fit. I picked up Erick’s belongings, and went on ahead to my free flight to Hawaii.

***

It’s been a great vacation in Hawaii.

I swam with the dolphins, I learned how to hula dance, I even got to eat roast pork fresh from the fire at a luau! It’s been amazing.

It’s one of the more minor perks of being Erick, but it’s one of my favorites. I love sleeping naked in Erick’s body. It’s just so much more comfortable and refreshing letting the air hit my new nude body after a long day. Plus, I get to admire Erick’s body as much as I want.

Best decision I’ve made in my life so far. It might’ve been a sketchy website but it was a legit recipe. Glad I trusted it.

Today’s hiking day, and I’m off to see the great mountains of Hawaii. Too bad I can’t do it naked, but I’m sure the view will be spectacular.

#male possession #male takeover #possession #body swap #wanderlustseries

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hwonsstuff · 3 years ago

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-Untittled-

Pairing: bestfriend!Minho x bestfriend!Freader (ft bestfriend!Jisung)

Genre: Fluff, Rom

Warning/notes: established relationships, slightly cursing, mention of possessive and jealousy, touchy Minho, kisses.

"why she's not picking up?!" Minho cursed under his breath. For the past few hours since evening, Minho try to reach out to you. Little that he didn't know, you broke his promise. You promise him that you won't go out on a "cute date" so-called from Minho's aspects, with the douchebag that Minho hates so much.

You've been on a lot of dates before but when Minho keeps calling your phone, it made you think that why is he being too desperate about not going out with this guy. Of course he did the same thing before too, but not this much of desperation. You reject his calls and even put your phone on silent, ignoring his calls completely.

Here's another thing why, Minho is your best friend since high school. He was cold to everyone but not to you. Your circle is really small but Minho still stick around you other than Jisung, your another best friend who's his best friend too. Secondly, you didn't even know the slightest clue from him that he is in love with you. Oh not forget the fact he is living in the same apartment with you now. Everything what he do to you, you only think that he's just being nice and friendly even though he teased you a lot. Do you guys argue? Yes, as long as you're with him, he will never stop teasing you. Yet both of you just love that relationship.

Minho is always in love with you. He just don't know why he didn't confess yet. Minho is really good at pretending. Only two things he can't hide from you, his possessiveness to you and when he is hurt inside.

Countless of missed calls and massage from Minho, it lowkey annoyed with him. Thanks to how discreet you were at hiding your phone so that your date don't realise Minho have been calling your phone countlessly.

-19:30, on your way home-

*Knock knock*

Minho stand up faster than he ever did, running to the door. Right before you could knock the door again, the door open widely and as if the door almost fly away. You saw Minho look at you, angry and hurt. You know the reasons so you just get into your apartment without saying anything to Minho who is eyeing you right now.

"y/n" Minho close and lock the door, grabbing your wrist tightly.

You turn to him and stare at him, you don't know if you have to feel annoyed, angry or guilty but now you're guilty because you broke his promise.

"I told you not to go on that da-"

"Why not?" You cut him off, bluntly. You sound like you're tired of him telling you not to go this and that dates.

"Because.." he walk closer to you, still holding your wrist but it soften a bit after hearing your voice.

"Why you call me? Why not? Why are you being like this, Minho?" You ask him, sighing.

He keep being silent, staring down at you.

"You hate him?" You asked again.

He nods.

"why?" You hold his hand properly.

He keep quiet, looking at your hand holding his.

You sigh heavily and let go of his hand. You head to the kitchen and search for cold drinking water in the fridge.

He walks to the kitchen counter, quiet and staring at you.

"Minho, i asked you questions. Stop staring and answer. You make me feel worried," you drink your drink.

"i dont like it, i hate that guy and i just hate you go on dates," he confessed shortly.

Before you could ask again, he start to talk again.

"Are you dumb, Y/n? Don't you see? don't you take the hints? Like at all?" He walks to you. His aura turns possessive and you can see he is hurt, but you don't know why would he be hurt when he's fine with other dates.

"i let you go sometimes because i know the person is a loser. Why i didn't let you go? Because I'm scared if you go on that date, i'll lose you," he said.

"i told you, you won't. We're sticking together, minho," you said a bit louder.

"That's the problem, Y/L/N," he said louder than you.

"that's the fucking problem. We stayed as friends, your last relationship was a disaster, i fucking told you and give a hint i wanted you. I want you, i want to be your boyfriend. Not bestfriend. The fucking problem is thay you never look at me the way i look at you. Y/n, you dumb? I.Am.In.Love.With.You!" He confessed.

Shoot, i fucked up. Minho said in his heart.

"I thought-" you speak up after a few seconds of silence between both of you.

"I thought you're being nice," you look down.

He immediately take your hand with both of his hands, bend down a bit and look dtraight into your eyes. His eyes, changed. It's soft, full of love and you still can feel that he's hurt. He's hurt that you didn't take the hints at all, all because of your 'friendly assumptions'.

"Does this.. look like just being nice to you? Hm, y/n?" He lift his right eyebrow as he said those words that made you somehow flustered.

"Didn't Jisung told you that my eyes are only on you whenever you're around? Didn't Jisung told you that Minho isn't just a friend of yours, y/n?" He asked once again.

After getting into university, Jisung always told you things like that. Sometimes you don't know if Jisung being sarcastic or being serious about it. You swear to yourself, again, Minho's being friendly.

"He did," your breath hitched as he tug your hair behind your ears.

He stand straight, looking down at you.

"you're not convinced?" He asked.

You look down, the tension between you two made you feel hot. You sweat a bit. You can't even answer him back, the evidence of him being in love with you is too obvious now.

He pull you by your waist and kiss your lips passionately. It's not the first kiss from him but the first kiss on your lips from him. You were shocked as he kissed your lips. He breaks the kiss slowly, sighing as you didn't respond to the kiss. He loosen his arms at your waist, looking down and stepping backward.

"I'm s-sorry. I must be out of my mind-"

You pulled his collar and kiss him. Now he's the one who's shocked but it didn't take a lot of time for him to realise about the situation. You both deepen the kisses, Minho smiles against the kisses.

"I'm sorry. You're right, I'm dumb," you mumble against his lips. Your hands around his neck, his arms around your waist.

"Good, now you know," he smiled as he look into your eyes.

"Since when?" You asked about his feelings.

"Remember when you help me escape the school?"

"Wait- what? The day when-"

"When miss y/l/n decide to skip classes and accidentally met her new classmate skip school too? Yes. I found that cute. I know we would have something in common." He laughed as he cage you between his body and his arms.

"I knew you have a thing about bad girls tho!" You joked.

"oh i do~ as long it's y/n," he laughed.

You both hugs each other, you feel warm and safe around him and you always feel that way whenever he's around.

"So are we...?" Minho broke the silence.

"are we what?" It's your turn to tease him.

His ears turns red, "you know..."

Your carees his ears and his jawlines, eye teasing him. "No, I don't know. Are we, what, Lee Min Ho-ssi?" You said formally.

"ugh! Y/n!"

"You know you can say it now, you're the one who wants to be my boyfriend!" You laughed at his burning red blushing face. He pouts a bit.

"fine! Are we couples now? Confirmation in 3, 2-"

"yes we are," you kiss his lips.

"well actually, you were and are mine. So you're mine. After all, some guys were scared to take you on dates because of me." Minho joked.

You both laugh but you both can't deny it's actually true.

-the next day, last period class, walking at the hall-

"See! I told you!" Jisung said

You tell Jisung about yesterday. Jisung was all giddy about it, he's too excited about your relationship.

"Tsk!" You scoffed at him.

"Babe?" You felt someone hand sneaks around your waist, it's Minho. Minho look so much brighter today.

"ohhhhhh!" Jisung tease both of you.

You realised some random guys look at you and Minho. You recognised them and they look defeated as they saw Minho's arm around your waist.

After few talks with Jisung, you all wave goodbye and Minho and you walk together, he's hand still around your waist.

You whispered to him "Looks like you're winning," you giggled.

"hm? Me? About what? You? I thought you're always mine?" minho said with a straight face.

"okay there, Mr Lee," you scoffs.

He kissed your temple and whispers, "I'm always winning. If it's you, i'll never give up. Never. " He smooch your temple again.

You smile to yourself sheepishly.

"Aren't you proud of me?" He asked.

You turn to him and pat his head, even though you're shorter. You saw his ears turning red.

"Proud of you, honey," the pet name made him giggles shyly.

"Why thank you, my baby" and he made you feel shy like he is right now.

Minho finally confessed and you both are totally in love with each other. You did question yourself that if you actually did fall for him yet denying it, but it doesn't matter anymore because Minho is finally yours. Minho won't like it if you said you're finally his, you were always his.

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Wildchild [10]

Hi lovelies 💓,

here we are with the new episode. It's a rather angsty and sad one cause Aomine is such a dork sometimes, and Akashi has his problems too in making up to you.

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"Don't be silly, it's dark by now and you wouldn't have been able to carry all this stuff by yourself anyway" he tells you, pointing to the handle of the large cotton bag that divides you.

"Aren't you going to be late?" you smile at him, slowing your pace to match his.

"I've got time" he tells you simply, stopping to observe the intersection with the kindergarten that would later lead him to the konbini where he is meeting Imayoshi.

In the damp evening you smell his scent mingling with that of the night, you see his large, long hand relaxed against his dark jeans, the silence between you is so thick you can hear him breathing.

You know he is about to tell you something, but you do not know if you have the heart to listen.

"It's yours" he tells you, pointing to the strap slung over your shoulder from which the vibration comes. You nod and awaken from your fantasies, retrieving your phone and when you see the Kyoto boy's name on the screen, you smile at your walking companion, as he backs away to give you space, waiting a few steps ahead.

"Here I am, Sei " you tell him, holding the phone pressed to your ear, lest you think someone else might overhear your call.

You hear his words, but do not immediately grasp their meaning, so much so that Akashi has to repeat them.

You remove the phone from your ear and look at Daiki, standing on the doorstep, and instinctively move closer as the speaker on the phone calls your voice.

"I get it, but I don't want to talk about it now" you answer coldly "Of course I'm disappointed, but I understand that you can't do otherwise.No, no need to.... I’ll be fine" you sigh trying not to cry "I'm telling you I don't want to talk about it now; I need some time alone to get myself together, sorry. Talk to you later, I promise “ you wrap up the conversation.

Your hands are shaking with anger, and the mere thought that he has seen it makes you even more upset. You can't put your phone back in your shoulder strap, and when you try to pull out your house keys, they fall at your feet, making a huge racket.

"Just leave it" he tells you, twirling them around one finger and opening the front door to let you in, before doing the same.

You are both in the kitchen, far away from each other. Daiki puts the large cotton bag on the table and sits on the oak bench, his head resting on his hand, as if expecting an explanation.

You bring him a glass of water, which you obviously need more than he does.

“I've always liked this house. It's so peaceful” he tells you, giving you his back to look at the large windows that give a glimpse of the garden, lit only by the solar lanterns.

"Nothing has changed, at least here" he continues, watching you drink.

"It has to stay that way, you know, I promised her" you acknowledge, approaching to sit next to him, who nods silently, staring into the distance. In fact, you don't even know if he has noticed your presence, caught up as he seems in his own thoughts.

"I'm sorry" he states, pointing his incredible blue eyes into yours, one elbow on the table and his arm outstretched to retrieve his drink.

"Don’t be, I'm used to it" you confess, feeling tears sting your eyes again " Though, mine is a choice. You know what they say? As you make your bed, so you must lie on it " you fake a smile, hoping he will believe the emancipated and mature version of you, and go off to party with his friends, or anyway far from you.

"I think you're right " he avows, smirking at you as he sees your relieved look "That's what you are to him: a habit. That's why it will never be" he stabs you, looking at his phone to check the time.

You want to say something but remain frozen by the grim expression his face has taken on.

"Seijuro is many things, but he is definitely not dumb. Since he can't have you, no one else will. You will be stuck in this limbo forever, believing that you have chosen, or worse, dreaming that you can live your life with him. You will not have a life with him and, believe me, you may not even have a life at all. You can be his lover, for what? Two jumps in a week? Is he that good?" he laughs, looking down on you "Actually you are a toy in his hands. That's what I'm sorry about “ he tells you, standing up to stretch, as if what he told you hadn't really come out of his mouth.

"I understand what you mean and I thank you for your thoughtfulness but …" you smile at him, standing up in turn.

“I thank you for your thoughtfulness... Is that so? Do you think you can mess with me?" he stresses, looking at you with what you perceive as scorn.

"Give it a damn, Daiki!" you tell him, not tolerating his attitude one minute longer.

You see him grinning, that mocking smirk of his that always made you want to open a hand wide on his face.

"So…You still remember my name" he points out, taking a step towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder to bring himself close to your ear "Don't screw with me, you know you can’t".

"Am I a liar now?" you answer him, feeling his warm body move away from yours, leaving only silence and coldness behind.

"Who the fuck knows, you tell me. Give me something true about these days you spent here, with Satsuki and Tetsu. These two days with me in the way...It must have been torture, isn't it? " he nags you, crossing his arms over his chest.

You shake your head, because there’s no simple answer.

'You're right, I didn't want to come. I didn't want to see any of you, especially you. I didn't want to feel like that girl again. That one you could have whenever and wherever you wanted but.... The truth is, I miss you. I miss Satsuki's talk, I miss seeing how happy she is with Tetsu, I miss your parents and their support, I miss the walks downtown, the days at basketball camp, the dinners... and I miss you. I miss not seeing you, not talking to you, not knowing anything about you" you agreed with a sigh.

"It's funny that you actually miss me when Akashi prefers his girlfriend over you, isn't it? Yet it's always like that, so listen well: I don't want you to miss me, I don't want you to either think about me or worry about me. Live the life you brag so much about, and stop nagging me” he tells you abruptly, taking his mobile phone from his pocket.

“I tried to go back to Kyoto right away, but it's not possible because Seijuro isn't in town and I... “ you try to explain, but his icy gaze stops you.

"I don't give a damn about your problems with Akashi, ok? I just want you to promise me that we won't see each other again" he tells you "And quickly too, I've got a life to live" he cuts, giving way towards the door.

"I do promise" you nod automatically, trying to smother the anguish the words you just said cause you.

You unlock the front door, see the threshold light come on and breathe, but it's no use.

You try to banish that strange feeling, but your body soon becomes saturated with it, like a glass of water into which a drop of ink is spilled.

You feel your eyes moisten, your cheeks redden, your nose pinch and you already know that this time you won't be able to stop yourself in time.

"Please don't, you know I can't stand seeing you cry. You made a promise, you gotta play fair" he sighs, when a big shiny tear falls from your eyes.

"I am, you see. I'm fine, everything's fine, it's already over" you tell him, wiping your eyes with one hand to prevent him from doing so.

"It's just tiredness. It's been two nerve-wracking days, I need to rest" you smile at him, opening your hand in greeting.

He stands at the threshold, motionless and silent to give you one last long look.

His phone rings, but it doesn't matter.

You should close the door, but you don't.

Your situation forever.

Even if you don't want to, you have to be the one to cut the wire that connects you and set him free, as he asked you to.

Even if you can't lie, and you know that what you are about to tell him will just annoy him.

"Thank you for all these years, thank you for making everything so much easier than I deserved. Thank you for giving me something true and powerful to hold on to in these difficult times. You made me feel loved, Daiki. So deeply loved that I always thought I couldn't give it up. You need me to take an honest stand and that's it, I won't hide anything anymore. Believe me, I tried to understand what I felt for you. Before I moved, I’m sure I was deeply in love with you. I loved you as much as I could in my own clumsy way. I will forever miss being your babe, your wild child, your game, your... whatever you want to call me. But time passes and things change, and for me now you are a new person, someone I loved but lost touch with, some time ago. In fact, the main point of our struggle is so clear once we put our past aside. I no longer recognise you and neither do you, we grew up as strangers in each other's eyes, only now I see it. If we had met today we wouldn't have even spoken to each other, because we are incompatible: I am no longer the girl I used to be, and you are no longer the boy I liked so much. We only keep this kind of relationship together out of melancholy, but neither of us really wants to pursue it. Every time it's a war to prove a non-existent point to the other, but we really have nothing to say to each other anymore. It may sound sad, but it is the truth. Let's be bold and end it here, before we curse our memories too. It's time to part, you're right ” you wrap, sustaining his gaze throughout that very long minute before his mobile phone starts ringing again and Imayoshi’s name appears on the screen.

"Farewell, Daiki" you smile at him, closing the door behind you.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years ago

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I’m On Fire [Chapter 1]

Summary: With her sister’s wedding fast approaching and her Mom hounding her about finding a date, Y/N makes a terrible decision that lands her and her least favorite genius in a confusing situation.

A/N: This is the first part in a series, I’ve written the first few chapters already so I’m hoping to update pretty regularly! I hope you guys enjoy, and any feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst, it’s a Slow Burn Baby

Warnings: None really for this chapter, cursing? Mean-ish Spencer

Word Count: 6.5k

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I wasn’t at the BAU long before it started to feel like home. The team became my family, pure and simple.

Having been recruited by Hotch at only 22 I'd sort of fallen into the roll of the little sister to the team without really meaning to. It's not that I was naive, or particularly sheltered even. I know I'm good at my job, and I'd want to be, given how my life's revolved around it almost entirely. But the team seemed to adopt a protective mindset over me right off the bat.

When I first joined the FBI everything was terrifying. I worked so hard for my PhD, trying to get into the unit, but there's almost nothing that can actually prepare you for the real thing. Being out in action in the field, working the cases out in real time. Sometimes they had a smooth, easy conclusion followed by loud obnoxious drinks together. Then there were the others, the ones that kept me up for days after and felt as though they owned little pieces of my heart still.

It was JJ that helped the most on those horrible flights back on the jet. Noticing my anxious ticks and uneasy disposition after that first case that had ended badly. JJ had been through it all before, taking too many cases home with her. Seeing her son's little faces in the kids that we couldn't help. If I was the baby of the team JJ was the big sister, looking out for everyone.

Morgan on the other hand was the outrageously cool older brother, the one you just wanted to be. Early on he'd helped my weak self with the ruthless fitness regimen the FBI required, he offered to pull some strings and get the test written off. But I couldn't accept that, there was something in me that just wanted to impress Morgan, and honestly still does. Like somehow if he thought you were cool, then it became true. So I passed the exam, but getting up a flight of stairs was near impossible for a week after.

Emily was probably the fun aunt. The one that would sneak you booze at the family gathering, or take you to your first concert. Emily was actually the one who'd found me, digging around colleges for potential recruits she'd had me picked out for a while I later found out. Insisting that Hotch give me a shot. It was reassuring to know I had someone who would stick up for me from day one.

I was an tech analyst, among other things, sort of a counterpart for Garcia in the field. So it was no surprise to anyone when the two of us hit it off as though we'd known each other forever. We weren't the same by any means though. Penelope was bold, and bright, and confident beyond measure, where I've typically felt like more of a blend into the background type. I've always thought of myself that way, despite my achievements. I'd also always believed I was fairly inoffensive, no one I'd met had ever had a huge problem with me, 'till I got to the BAU that is.

Every rose has its thorn I suppose.

That thorn in my side was Dr. Spencer Reid.

It wasn't that Dr. Reid was a bad agent, or even a bad person. I hadn't actually met him before that first day in the conference room, but I'd known who he was for a long time. Before I came along he'd held the mantle of 'youngest ever recruit' in the unit, while I was studying I'd read any of his work I could get my hands on because of that fact.

I figured it must've been some sort of hazing when he looked me up and down that first day I was introduced, and then proceeded to blank me entirely for a full week. Up until I'd wrapped my first case.

The whole team went straight from the jet to the bar. Proceeding to get far too drunk. Spencer joined, which the rest of the team found unusual, and I probably should've taken as a sign of things to come.

That case went well, and everyone was in high spirits but Reid had a sour disposition, at least it seemed that way every time he looked at me. After a few too many drinks I went outside in an attempt to sober up in the cold air, unfortunately Reid must've snuck outside not long before.

"Ugh" was all he said when he first caught my silhouette approaching him. The night was unusually cold so it had been deserted outside the bar that evening. I wasn't really sure why it made me nervous to be alone with him like this, the two of us leaning back against the same small area of brick wall, looking out at the cold night.

"Nice to see you too doctor" was all I could muster, I was drunk enough that I let my sarcastic tone leap out, "you can relax, I'm just trying to get some fresh air, it's too stuffy in there, and loud. I'm not here to talk to you or anything."

"Well aren't you a sensitive thing" he responds in kind, at that point I wasn't really sure if it was a coincidence or if he'd been genuinely avoiding me, but things were starting to clear up.

"I'm sensitive, that's a fun take on things" I joke, taking a long sip of cold water from my glass.

"And what's that supposed to mean, newbie?" his emphasis on the last word all but confirms my suspicions.

"Fuck man, what's your problem with me? Is it because I'm new, or because I beat your stupid record?" I quip. hoping that at the very least it might coax him out of his shell. Dr. Spencer Reid getting angry at me could honestly be better than the nothing I'd been experiencing from him until now.

"What stupid record?" he sounds genuinely confused

"I'm the youngest BAU recruit now?" I didn't know why else he could be so sour. He'd never met me before last week, and since he'd ignored me that first day I'd done all I could not to step on his toes. So if he had a reason to hate me this much, it wasn't something I'd done on purpose.

He takes a few moments to respond, raising his eyebrows and considering the information. He chuckles. He fucking chuckles.

"That's funny." he says, his voice leveling out, "I didn't peg you as funny newbie" that word sets something off in me again. Something about it is dismissive, or belittling. Before I could fight back he starts to move, maneuvering around me and heading back inside. A little too tipsy to think of anything constructive to say, I just mutter "Fuck you Spencer."

He swings open the door, as he walks inside he just says "See you Monday, Newbie" without even looking at me.

And that was only the beginning.

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"You know I'm just trying to make sure you get enough rest sweetheart. There's no need to get so defensive!" it was far too early in the morning to be dealing with this call. Since joining the BAU a few years ago this was a standard call from my Mom. Equal parts well meaning and over-bearing, and generally asking far too many questions.

"I'm not getting defensive Mom, I get plenty of rest, my job is just very important to me and you know that." I knew she was right to be at least a little worried, this job was consuming, and in all honesty I wasn't sure how people like JJ were married and still here. It seemed like an impossible feat.

"Fine sweetie, how are your co-workers doing then? How's Penelope? Give her my love" she loved Penelope, I think she thought that Penelope tethered me to the normal world, and in a way she was right. She kept me sane, and fun, and made me eat pizza and do face masks once a week at least. Even when I didn't think I wanted to.

"Pen's great Mom, everyone's good. Well, the usual ones get on my nerves, but I'm fine." As I say it I glance across at Dr. Reid, the only person who's also in as early as I am most days. I'm not sure if he can hear me but he's tapping his pen so loud on his desk that it takes all of my energy not to walk across the bullpen and stab him with it.

"Y'know what Mom, I'm actually just after getting to work and it's a busy day so can I call you back later?" I chance, getting her off the phone is always an ordeal.

"Fine, fine, I'll let you go. But wait one last thing!"

I knew what was coming. It was always coming.

"Are you seeing anyone, Margot's been wondering too, just thought I'd check in?"

Pinching the bridge of my nose and trying not to scream down the line, I just sigh out the frustration instead.

"No Mom, believe it or not, I've made no progress on that front since you asked me all of 3 days ago."

"See you are being defensive!" she snaps

"I gotta go, bye Mom. Love you!" I say, hanging up quickly before dropping my head down into my arms on my desk, resting like that for a few moments in silence.

Hearing Garica chuckle behind my ear I perk up and spin around. She's holding a small paper cup of coffee and hands it to me. I look at it confused, "Sorry about the paper, I couldn't find your mug in the cabinet" she apologizes, looking over at Dr. Reid and rolling her eyes. Now I know he can hear me from his seat, he takes that moment to sip from my mug and place it gently back on his desk.

It hadn't taken long for him to start toying with me. It was always stupid childish things. Things I couldn't get genuinely annoyed at, that would give him far too much satisfaction, knowing he was getting to me in any real way. This was one trick he liked to play if he got into the office before me, he'd take my mug and make his coffee in it, just to spite me I guess.

"Why does he even do that, it's so stale" she said, just a little louder than normal to make sure he could hear. Garcia and Reid were still good friends and team-mates but she liked to stand up for me when she could. He liked to avoid me as much as possible so he'd usually go to Garcia before me if he needed help with something. Even when the two of us were out in the field together. Which was obnoxious but it was just another thing I'd gotten used to over time. And as long as it didn’t interfere with the case I just forced myself to let it go.

"I know it's such low grade bullying isn't it?" I shot back with a chuckle.

"So I'll take it that was Mommy dearest" Penelope gestures to my phone. She knew my Mom, and she knew about her general overbearing energy. I let out a groan thinking about the call again, and the calls that were to come.

"Isn't it always Mommy dearest?" I joke

"So she's still on your ass about the wedding then?" I'm sure Penelope was almost as sick of hearing about it as I was,

"Margot's getting married in like 4 months now, and every time Mom calls there’s just some new hometown loser she wants to set me up with Pen. It's fucking exhausting" I take a sip of the coffee she made me, savoring the bitter taste. She sits down on my desk for a moment, leaning in.

"Honey, did you ever think that if you got out there and found someone, she wouldn't be on your ass at all?" I don't want to think about that, about how she's completely right. All I can do is let out another small groan and lean back down onto my desk.

"Too early Pen" I say, it's muffled by the desk but she gets the message. Hopping up and heading to her own office as some more people start to arrive for the morning.

Leaving me alone to make a start on my paperwork that had built up throughout the week. Fridays were usually slow like this, giving me a little too much time to think. I couldn't shake the thought that my Mom and Penelope were actually right. Maybe I was a bit too invested in the job, and maybe that was a pretty big factor in why my last relationship imploded but I wasn't about to admit that to anyone.

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After that the day crawls by, thankfully no cases pop up so the weekend might actually be free. Trying to make sure I clear up all of my paperwork takes a little longer than I'd hoped and leaves me alone in the bullpen. It seems like everyone's gone home by the time I've packed up and I'm ready to leave. Which wasn't as out of the ordinary as I'd like it to be really. Everyone else seemed to have somewhere to be on a Friday night.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive my phone started to ring, I could see my Mom's caller ID on the screen. If I just let it go I know she'll call back later, may as well get it out of the way. I take a deep breath in anticipation before I answer.

"Hey what's up?" I answer, stepping inside the elevator as the doors ping open.

"Hi sweetie, I've got good news! Do you remember David? That lovely boy, he helped out your Father that summer in high school?" I know what's coming and rub my temple, trying to stifle the headache I know is coming. As I answer a hand slides between the elevator doors, popping them open again.

Dr. Fucking Reid walks in, and he looks about as happy to see me as I am to see him. I make eye contact and look away just as fast, willing him away with my mind. "Yes Mom, I remember him, why are you telling me this?" I already know the answer but I'm fed up, she still sounds excited when she responds.

"Well you won't believe it! I ran into him at the market this morning and I thought you'd like it if I passed on your phone number to him, maybe for the weddi-" it took all I had not to shout into the receiver, and maybe I would've had the elevator been empty.

"Mom! Jesus!" I have to reign myself in, but I have a bad idea, "You know what, I'm actually sorted. I've got a date lined up now" I'm not sure why I said it with no real plan in place. She sounds even more excited than I've ever heard her.

"Oh my, that's amazing sweetie! That was fast, I can't believe you found one since this morning, it's someone from work so?" she assumes, and I'm just not thinking fast enough to correct her.

"Mmhmm, yeah" I'll figure out the logistics later I rationalize.

"Oh! Is it that boy you're always on about, the one who teases you?" she asks, and her voice is full of joy, and it makes me feel horrible that I'm lying already, and that I'm going to let her down.

"Yup, that's the one, look Mom I gotta go, I'll talk to you later! Night" I blurt out so fast it has to be obvious I'm nervous.

I can hear a stifled chuckle behind me. Fuck. How loud is my phone speaker. Could he hear that. Surely not. But this elevator was completely silent. The doors open and I have to stop myself from running to my car at top speed. Instead I walk out just a little faster than normal, turning around to shoot him a small wave goodbye. And he's got this devious smirk on his face that makes my stomach turn.

Sitting into my car I pull out my phone to text Garcia immediately.

I'm on my way to yours right now. It's urgent.

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Traffic's light so it takes maybe 10 minutes before I arrive at Garcia's place. My mind's racing and my body takes me there on autopilot. Why did I say any of that, why did I even answer the damn phone. Why did I wave goodbye to Spencer, I never usually did that. Maybe that's why he had that look on his face. Maybe he was just thinking of something funny that happened earlier and it had nothing to do with me at all. That was something he'd do to mess with me for sure.

How was I going to walk this back with my Mom, she was just gonna have more questions that I couldn't answer. Fuck.

Garcia buzzed me up and her door was open for me by the time I got up the stairs. This little purple apartment had become my second home. It was where I spent most of my evenings off, laughing on the same sofa I was collapsing face first into right now. Garcia nestles in beside me and runs her hand over my hair, "Hey sweet pea, what's happening? I don't want to sound too concerned but you're not giving me much to go off? Are you dying, is there drama? You're going to have to tell me what's so urgent before I burst a blood vessel?"

I let out a muffled, "is drahmuh" into the pillow, Garcia shakes my shoulders.

"Sit up babe, damn!" I have to heave myself out of the pillows, sitting upright on the sofa beside her, clutching one of the pillows in my arms.

"It's drama" I repeat,

"Well, out with it then, you know I'll take all the drama I can get! Spill, spill" she rushes me along. I'm already apprehensive, Reid's her coworker too, but if anyone would understand why this was such an issue it was gonna be her.

"Okay, I'm after doing something stupid and I think I really need your advice" I cringe already, thinking back to the elevator, throwing out my words faster, I continue the story, mostly trying to get it over with, "my Mom called again when I was on the way out tonight and she was trying to set me up with this guy, and Reid was there, and I got all flustered, and I told her I had a date already" I throw my head down into the pillow again.

"Wait why was Reid there?" she looks like she's trying to fit puzzle pieces together and she's getting nowhere, "And what's the drama?"

"Shit Garcia, it was in the elevator and it was all quiet, and maybe he heard the call, maybe he didn't but he had this fuckin' look on his stupid face" I can't shake the smug little smirk, it's burned inside my eyelids. Garcia's face falls in what looks like disappointment.

"Ugh Y/N! That's nothing chill out, why does it matter if he heard your call? I know you guys are all weird but none of that is any of his business anyway!" she shoo's her hand in the air, dismissing the whole situation.

"No Garcia, it is his business now" I have to close my eyes when I say it, I can't look at her "I told my Mom that he was my date, well, I didn't say his name or anything, she assumed it was someone from work and so I just agreed, and then she suggested that it was him and then I fucking panicked Pen, I fucked up so bad. What do I do?"

I finally opened my eyes to look up at Garcia. She was sitting in pure silence, pursing her lips in what seemed like contemplation. The puzzle pieces finally slotting together. It's as though a light bulb goes off behind her eyes and she bursts out in fits of laughter. Doubling over on herself before finally taking a few breaths to calm herself down. I'm honestly not sure why she finds the whole thing so funny, she know's how needlessly annoying he's made my life, she's seen it first hand and heard me talk about it over and over again in this very apartment over pizza.

"Garcia, this is not fucking funny! This is serious!" I try to calm her down, I need advice not whatever this is.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I love you dearly. But this isn't funny, this is hilarious. It's like you're Sandra Bullock in some mid-90's rom com. I love it" I don't love it, in fact I hate it. I nearly snap at her but pull myself back.

"Pen, come on, help me out. What do I do with this, how do I fix it?" I plead.

She stops laughing and pulls out her phone, "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm going to order us a pizza, and we're gonna sort this thing out together, sound good?" I just nod and collapse back into the sofa. I think I feel better now that I've gotten it out in the open.

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Penelope makes us tea while we wait for the pizza, she keeps lemon & ginger in her cabinet for me, just like I keep mint for her. The warm mug and the steam calm me down. After a few minutes alone to think about it I start to figure it out a little better. I figure I can just lie to my Mom for a while, it might suck but I can pretend for a bit and then make up some excuse as to why he can't come closer to the time. Then I can just bring Garcia instead and everyone's happy. I'm about to float my plan to her there's a knock on her door. I was so caught up that I hadn't really noticed quite how starving I'd gotten. Leaping up of the sofa to grab the door.

I swing it open but it's not the pizza guy. Somehow it's the opposite of the pizza guy, my worst nightmare is on the other side of the door. He must notice my eyes blow completely wide. "Y/N!" he says, more of a statement than a question really, like he's telling himself that he's actually seeing me in the doorway. I'm not as gentle.

"What the fuck are you doing here Reid?!" I can't even disguise my anger. He seems a little flustered, like he's got absolutely no idea how to proceed.

"Um, uh, is Garcia here? I can, um, I can just come back later?" he swallows hard and shakes his head, before I can agree and tell him to get lost Penelope races to the door, pulling it wide open.

"Nope, that won't be necessary Doctor! Come on in, you're right on time sweetheart" she waves him in and he walks past me, his demeanor changing almost instantly. He's smug, like he's won whatever battle this was. And I hate it. Though he's still as confused as me despite the newfound attitude. Reid sits down on the sofa, right where I had been sitting. I bite my tongue and sit on the opposite end.

"Are you okay Garcia?" he asks with a genuine concern, "What's going on, what was the emergency?". He's not stupid, he knows she's not in danger now that he's here. But he wants answers. I don't know that I've ever seen him this confrontational with anyone, well anyone but me. The entire time I’m staring her down as she sits in the armchair opposite the two of us. My keys are in my pocket and my car's right outside. I could just jump up and make a break for it. Escape.

"You know what Doc, you won't believe it but I'm not actually the one with the emergency" she takes a beat, and I'm starting to think that I might understand why people murder other people after all these years, "Y/N has something urgent she needs to talk to you about" she's silent for another moment, and she almost looks giddy, "Actually Spencer, you might already know a little something about the matter already, now that I think about it" she smirks, and it's pure joy.

My keys are in my hand ready to bolt when the doorbell chimes again. "Oh, that'll actually be the pizza this time, if you two will excuse me" she hops up out of the armchair and races to the door, leaving the two of us alone in a horrible silence. The tension is almost too much, I want to speak but I really have no idea what to say, or how to even start saying it. But he starts.

"Y/N what's going on, I feel like I'm out of the loop here? What am I missing?" he asks, and there's something uncharacteristically genuine about the way he says it, but he can't turn to look at me as he speaks. I almost want to let my guard down and just have a conversation but I can’t force myself to do it. "Shut up Reid." is all I mutter, folding my arms across my chest.

He turns sharply on the sofa to face me. "Hey Y/N. Believe it or not I'm about as happy as you with whatever kind of Parent Trap situation Garcia's got going on here. But from what I'm picking up on you've got a problem and I'm supposed to be able to help with it. So do you want to tell me what's going on or not? I can just go?" I can see that there's an anger bubbling right below the surface, threatening to burst. I know I shouldn't but I let him stew in silence for a little too long and he jumps up off the sofa.

"Y'know what, typical" he mutters, rolling his eyes as he says it, "this is all about you." he throws his bag over his shoulders and begins to walk towards the door. Something in me just snaps.

"All about me?! Are you fucking kidding? I've been tip-toeing around you for years, ever since I joined this damn unit!" I shout as Garcia comes back into the room, pizza box and plates in her hands.

"So, who's hungry?" Garcia asks, trying to break the tension, or pretending there's no tension at all. Reid shakes his head in disbelief and rubs his temple before he speaks again, "Actually I was just gonna head out" he gestures to the door, "I'm clearly not wanted here so I'm gonna leave you guys to it." Spencer makes a move to leave but Garcia grabs the strap of his shoulder bag, yanking him back ever so slightly before he really has the chance to escape.

"You are going absolutely nowhere kid" She points back to the sofa, "get back there" she glances to me, staring with far too much intensity. "You too, sit." Her voice is more stern than I've ever heard it, even while we were on a case. I can't help but obey her command and I sit back down on the sofa in silence. Followed by Reid, clearly processing the same uneasy feeling of a serious Penelope.

She sits opposite the two of us again. "Y/N, Spencer, I love the two of you with all of my heart, albeit separately, and I would die for either one of you. But you've got to chill the hell out!" she says it like she's had it bottled up forever. The tension that releases from her as she says it looks euphoric.

She opens up the pizza box and lays it on the coffee table and takes out a slice for herself. Taking a bite she leaves the two of us in stunned silence. Once she finishes the mouthful she turns to me specifically, "Y/N you tell him, or I will." dead serious. And the feeling in my belly is like I've just fallen down an elevator shaft.

My stomach is in knots as I turn to Spencer on the sofa next to me. His face is puzzled and I think I might be able to make out pure terror in his expression. I don't know that I've ever been looked at like this before and my stomach screws up tighter. I have to take a deep breath and I can't believe I'm about to say it. "Fuck it" I have to take another breath almost immediately so I just have to force the rest out, "I don't know if you heard the call I was on while we were in the elevator earlier?" I look up to gauge his reaction and I can see his face relax, and worse than that, one corner of his mouth lifts into a sort of smile. It's a look of pure smug satisfaction and I think I might scream. I have to close my eyes because I really don't think I can look at that face as I say the next part.

"My sister is getting married in a few months and my Mom's been on my ass to find a date for the wedding and she keeps trying to set me up with these losers, so I fucking panicked, and I told her you were my date." by the time the sentence is out my eyes have screwed up so tight it feels like I have to pry them open.

He sits in silence for too long. Thinking, maybe?

"So I'm the boy who teases you then?" he grins. So he did hear. And he did laugh. He looks far too self satisfied. Now he knows he's right. He knows I've talked to my Mom about him, that he's gotten in my head. I can tell from his smile that he's savoring the moment. Mostly because I can't slap the smug smile off his face I drop my head into my hands. In an effort to disappear I guess.

"So," he says, taking a moment, "is that all you wanted to say then?" he asks, lighthearted and obnoxious, back to his usual self. I snap back to reality, shooting my head back up.

"What do you mean is that all?" I throw back genuinely shocked,

"Is that all you had to say Y/N? Can I go now? It's a long bus ride home y'know" he smirks but makes no effort to move. He can't possibly be making me do this.

"Well no, obviously!" I stutter, "I mean, are you, will you, uh?" I can't bring myself to say it out loud. He leans in on the sofa looking directly at me, refusing to break eye contact.

"Did you have something you wanted to ask me Y/N?" I just want to smack that fucking look off his face,

"Fuck you Spencer Reid" I almost whisper under my breath, but Garcia snaps me back to reality.

"Hey!" she looks at me, stern again, "Ask him." it's not a question, or a suggestion, it's a command.

"Fine okay" I scrunch my eyes up again, "Will you come to my sisters wedding with me as my fake boyfriend?" I curl up into myself as I say it, I can almost feel the bile rising up from my stomach. Like I'm having a biological reaction to the whole thing.

Reid crosses his arms and sinks back on the sofa, like he's performing the act of thinking. He's considering my offer to make me squirm.

When he finally speaks he says "Well I would Y/N, but I really fail to see what's in it for me" he's after getting cocky now.

Garcia pipes up, excited, "Oh, Oh! I know! I have an idea!" she interjects, "Spencer remember how a while ago, back after your apartment flooded you were all all worried about your antique books and prints and stuff?" he nods, "Well Y/N could digitize the collection for you as a back up? I know you're a technophobe? C'mon Y/N, you know you could do that no sweat, and it would take you a lifetime alone Spencer?" I really don't want to admit it but she's right. Even I knew Reid was adverse to any technology that wasn't vital, but it was your specialty. And maybe that was a good trade off, a job like that would be near impossible for him to pull off without help. I take a glance over at Reid and he seems to have had the same train of thought as me. He lets out an exaggerated sigh and relaxes his posture.

"Fine, I guess that's a fair trade. I'm in." he resigns and I almost can't believe it. I'm barely processing the whole conversation as he sticks his hand out to me, I'm confused for a second before I grab it and shake it firmly. Condemning myself to whatever's about to happen. And it's not the time to be thinking about it but maybe this is the first time Spencer and I have ever touched? But I shove that thought away.

Garcia's positively beaming and she's not even trying to hide it. "Now it's like you're both in a Sandra Bullock movie, oh, but you're Hugh Grant maybe?" she points to Reid.

"Don't push it" I shoot in her direction, taking a slice of pizza, now that my anxiety stomach has sort of passed.

Once the pizza's been eaten in near completely awkward silence Spencer stands up off the sofa. His unsure demeanor has returned and he looks nervous. "I actually should get going this time" he says but Garcia pipes up to protest,

"No, it's not even late!"

"It takes me a while to get back home, thank you though Pen. For... this?" he gestures to the whole living room, "Night" he waves. He's almost made it to the door before I stand up out of my seat. I'm not really sure what comes over me, maybe it's gratitude, maybe it's guilt, or maybe I'm just exhausted.

"Wait Spencer. Let me give you a ride home?" I ask and it's like it's not even me saying it .

"Thanks, but I think I can make it home just fine" he dismisses, and there’s an antagonizing tone in his voice that snaps me right back to our usual rapport.

"I'm trying to do a nice thing here, fuck! Just let me do something nice!" I snap, and he throws his arms up in surrender.

"Fine alright, if it'll make you feel better"

"Fuck you Reid" I mutter under my breath and I sort of hope that he does hear me really. If he's gonna be hostile about this I can be too. I give Garcia a hug goodbye but I'm going to scold her for this whole thing later.

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I lead the way outside and climb into my car, Spencer hops into the passenger seat and it feels as strange as always to be alone with him. Especially because it's not an accident, and it's not in work. Maybe this was a horrible idea. He seems like he's unwilling to break the silence, so I just get it over with.

"Where the hell do you live man? I'm gonna need directions." I say, as deadpan as I can muster, which probably isn't all that intimidating.

"Sorry, yeah, so you're gonna want to turn on the ignition" he teases. I definitely wasn't intimidating enough.

"Don't push it" I say, turning to give him a cruel stare, he just reacts with a smirk, that same one from the elevator earlier.

"Oh, I'm pushing it?" he asks, feigning disbelief

"I'll kick you out of this damn car" is all I can think to say. He barely responds, he just lets out a soft chuckle. I want to ask 'what's so funny' but he speaks before I can get the words out.

"I can't believe you talk to your Mom about me" he continues to laugh. That's enough.

"You know what Reid, of course I have! I work with actual murderers on a daily basis and somehow you've been the only real source of friction in my life since I joined the BAU!" He stops giggling a little, but not entirely, he looks like he's making an effort to contain himself.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just never knew I got to you like that" he still finds the whole thing amusing, but I sure as hell don't.

"Directions, now" I demand, looking straight out the front windshield.

"Fine, keep going straight on this road for a while and I'll tell you when to turn" he says, finally playing nice.

The two of us drive silently for most of the journey, the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually we arrive outside his building, and it's nicer than I thought it would be. But I have no idea what I was really basing that on. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me that Dr. Reid lived in an actual home, I had pictured him sleeping upside down in a cave maybe, or in a cryogenic chamber with all the other life-like genius robots.

"So," he says, breaking the silence, "When is this wedding?"

"4 months from now, in and around" I respond, matter of factly. Spencer nods, taking it in.

"Alright, so I've got 4 months, in and around, to learn enough to convincingly pass as your loving boyfriend. Doesn't sound so difficult." he jokes, his tone harsh and sarcastic.

"Look Spencer, I know this is insane and honestly kind of stupid. But in all seriousness, you can back out right now if you're not on board with whatever this is. I'm telling you this is the last exit ramp." I try to say it with sincerity, giving him a genuine out if he's not comfortable with the weird set-up that Penelope pulled on us both. He thinks on it for a moment and shakes his head.

"So how are we gonna do this?" he asks, and I really thought he was going to back out. So I don't have an actual answer.

"Well, I uh, I haven't really given a plan much thought. How about I come over and start working on some of the stuff you want digitized like Garcia mentioned and I can use the time to give you the footnotes on my life?" I suggest, at least that would make it easier to knock things out all at once. Rather than having to spend even more of my free time with Reid than necessary. He looks content with the improvised plan.

"Alright, sounds good." he undoes his seatbelt and opens the door to hop out of the car before turning back to me, "Are you coming inside or what?"

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–– ACCIDENT // YUNHO.

pairing: non-idol! yunho x gn! reader genre: fluff word count: 2.7k warnings: profanities, no more that i know of

pouting, you crumpled your handmade confession letter for him as you stare at him kiss another's cheek at the corner of the parking lot. tears pooled your eyes, but you can't seem to have to pull your eyes off of them as they cheekily smiled, avoiding each other's eyes- embarrassed.

as soon as he whips his head on your side, you have turned your back instantly and walked- almost jogged away which resulted in you crashing to a guy in his bike, toppling over him as his hands instinctively protected you from the one falling in your back.

"oh my fucking god," you gasp, looking at his close.. flawless face now scrunching due to shock and pain. your eyes wandered around looking for something to lean on and push yourself up, being restrained by his own arms around you. "i'm so sorry," dropping your hands on his chest and pushing yourself up, you grimaced as he groaned in pain.

you dusted your pants off, wryly smiling at him as you offered your hand.

"i'm really sorry," you mumbled, pressing your lips to a thin line as you felt shivers running down your spine when he took your hand for a pull.

"it's okay," he flashes you a quick smile, standing his bike up again and shakes his head to ruffle his own hair. he glances back at you and behind you, immediately knowledgeable of what you had just seen and with a crumpled paper in your hands. he sighs, smiling sadly at you, "do you want a ride?"

you simply gaped at him, tears once again in your eyes. grabbing your wrist, he pulled you to sit on the backseat of his companion bike- which was, thankfully, the one he had used as he had just dropped off his younger brother in school.

he started pedaling, off to god knows where but weirdly, you had the feeling to trust the face you had barely seen on school grounds, only on breaks and lunches and maybe rarely on dismissal too.

"y-you're.. yunho, right?" you clutched on his hoodie more, scared of falling off because of the bumpy road.

"how'd you know?" he chuckles, ignoring his heart skipping immensely at the warmth you emitted because of the proximity. "for sure i am just another face in the crowd. i'm surprised you know me,"

"you're.. uh," you bit your lips, "you're on the.. basketball varsity team, right?" you nodded your head, swallowing the lump on your throat as you thought of your crush again.

you've only known yunho because he's on the same team as your crush, the numerous games you have watched enough for you to know even just his name.

"yeah," realizing, he zipped his lips once again as the small sandwich house came into sight. "we're close,"

"close where?" you perked on your seat, trailing your hands to his shoulders to look over it. "oh, subway?" the hint of excitement in your voice made yunho smile once again, anxiousness all gone as he pedaled faster.

jumping off of the seat, you had taken interest in the paper in your hand once again just before you had entered the restaurant. yunho had taken notice of your stop as he parked his bike on the side, grabbing the paper from your hand and holding it in front of you.

"let me hide this first, okay? let's eat first," he scrunched his nose and waited for you, and after getting a nod, he tucks it in his hoodie's pockets and opens the door for you.

mumbling a small thanks, you had started to order your food and drinks.

"let me pay," you had started to dig out your wallet but before you know it, yunho had already handed out his own card to the cashier with a polite smile.

timidly slipping your card back into your wallet, you waited for him to finish ordering.

"i'll find us a table in the back.. i uh, thank you," you smiled at him, trudging to an available table you found in the back corner of the restaurant.

after a few minutes of awkwardly fiddling with your fingers, yunho had settled the tray in the table and handed you your own orders.

"are you good?" yunho watches you unwrap yours as he already was munching on his, propping his elbows on the table.

"me? yeah.. yeah!" you smiled, taking a bite of yours. "wait.. do you even know me?" you chuckled, seemingly weirded out by the sudden hanging out with an almost stranger just because you bumped into him by accident, after seeing your crush with another.

"of course, you're y/n," he defends, chuckling back at you. "you never miss one of our games."

"and that means?" you ask, raising your brow at him. "i'm sure i'm not the only one who always attends your games," unfocused for a moment with your sandwich, yunho cranes his neck at you.

"i mean.. i guess i just took interest in you at some point," he almost whispered, making you stop your movements.

feeling your cheeks heat up, you inhaled sharply to meet his eyes.

"t-thanks..?" you smiled awkwardly, earning a hearty laugh from yunho.

"i'm sorry, did that make you uncomfortable?" he asks, and you immediately shake your head. "so.. about a while ago," he presses his lips to a thin line, "i'm sorry you had to see that. they have been dating for a bit now,"

"yeah, yeah, no problem. it was good i saw them first before i embarrassed myself," you dryly chuckled, taking a sip of your drink.

yunho just watched you, growing fond in just a matter of an hour of you. meanwhile, you had just finished your food and when you finally had the guts to glance at yunho, he had already finished his and maybe quite for long now.

"sorry, i didn't realize you were waiting,"

"don't worry! i just finished mine too," he chuckles, his eyes trailing to the neatly folded wrap and the cup pooled in water due to melted ice on the inside.

"how much was mine?" you grab for your wallet and faced him once again, only to be stopped by his large hands on yours.

"it's okay, don't bother," he gives you a big smile which for sure, you felt your heart melt at the sight.

"let me pay next time then," you stood up, swinging your bag to your shoulders until you see him not moving an inch, seated there with a playful, smug look on his face as he suppresses the smile wanting to be plastered on his face. "what?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"so there is a next time?" he stands up, tucks his hands on his pockets, and crouches to your eye level to lean closer.

"i mean.." you stammered over your words, only registering your own words on your mind that second, "i mean.. isn't that manners? you paid today, and i should pay you back at least. right? or am i not?" rambling, yunho found it cute and ruffles your hair.

"let's get you home?" yunho asks as he holds the door for you, flashing a smile to the workers inside.

"no, it's okay! i've bothered you enough, and home is just.. a five-minute walk from here so.." you watch him unlock his bike, smiling at him. "thank you again, yunho. i really appreciate it," ducking your head, you played with your feet until his shoes come to your vision.

you look up, flinching at the sudden closeness and feeling your cheeks heat up.

"no problem, though, i'll look forward to the next time," he winks, patting your arm and cycling away with a big smile on his face.

"well that's a miracle," your friend, jongho, gawked at you. "you're telling me, for the first time ever- you won't go to the basketball team's game tomorrow?"

"yes jongho, for the nth time, i won't." you sigh with a smile on your face.

"not even after what yunho did for you? he saved you from embarrassment!" jongho snickered, making you think.

should you go? would yunho even see you?

"look, as much as i'm thankful for yunho, i don't think we're in that phase and that close to that extent," you squinted your eyes at him, shaking your head.

"you're so difficult," jongho pushed you lightly, "why don't you just like yunho? it's obvious he still takes some interest in you?" he smirks, annoyingly poking your sides.

"if i'm so difficult, you're unbelievable," you gasp at him.

"i've been your friend for years, you move on as fast as you fall in love with someone- which is a good thing! so what i'm saying is.. don't you find yunho attractive?"

"jongho- i know i fall in love easy, and maybe i moved on from mingi in just a week, but still!"

"you didn't answer my last question!"

"god, jongho! fine! he's handsome as fuck," you finally admitted, groaning as you push him away.

"so.. go with me tomorrow, please," last spurt, jongho thought.

"fine, jongho- now can you please, fuck off? you're so goddamn annoying," with your serious tone, jongho still knows you didn't mean what you said and chuckles it off.

what you don't know about your closest friend here, jongho, is that he had a life more than your friendship. actually, not that you didn't know, you just didn't bother thinking or bother yourself at least getting curious about it.

he had a life- and it included 7 friends he considered as brothers, two of them being mingi and yunho.

he has known the two's interests and every little details of their life, some of them being you. reason for not telling you? it thrilled him.

yunho has had his eyes on you for quite some time, but you were clearly blinded by mingi, who wanted to be friends with you, only because you were friends with jongho- and had his eyes to another.

"yunho!" jongho jumps on his seat and waves his hand, making you look at him with furrowed eyebrows. when yunho smiled at him and has caught a glance at you, his smile grew bigger.

yunho simply nodded his head your way, going back at the court to practice his shoots before the actual game.

"you.. know him," you said, as a matter of fact, hissing at him.

"you never asked!" he defended, nudging you. he pushed your disgruntled face away from and to the court, the game finally starting.

it was something usual, and your eyes still instinctively stuck on mingi, unintentionally ignoring the lingering glances of another, yunho.

"spare yunho a glance, god i'm dying from frustration," jongho cuts your concentration from the game, nudging you quite harshly.

"what?" you mumble, eyes finally landing on the point guard who just shot his shot, eyes meeting yours right after.

"you see what i mean?" jongho exasperatingly sighs, but suppressed a smile after your tinted cheeks.

"i- i don't," you stutter out, looking down until you've finally had the guts to look back in the game until it ended.

the crowd erupted in cheers after the game, yunho's team taking the win as usual. and once again, your eyes meet with yunho's, mouthing him a small congratulations before you left with jongho.

"hey, wait up!" you hear yunho from the back, so you and jongho turn around to welcome him.

"congrats, yunho!" jongho jumps at him for a bro hug, and you smile to mumble another 'congratulations.'

"thanks," he smiles back, sparing a glance on jongho and back to you. "can i have your next time today?" yunho raises his eyebrows at you, "..or you have plans today?" you glance at jongho, asking for help.

"i.. i don't know.. shouldn't you be like-" you ramble before you got cut off by jongho.

"completely free. totally free. no plans. just free," jongho shrugged, pushing you to the man's arm who quickly balanced you because of his sweat-covered body.

yunho looked back at you with anticipation, waiting for confirmation.

"i mean, yeah, i'm free but-"

"please, please, please wait for me here? i'll just get changed and get my stuff," yunho pleaded, revving his puppy eyes that you almost swooned at.

"..yeah, sure." you smile at him. looking at him almost wholeheartedly hopping back to the court with a smile worn on his face, smiling now and then to the people who squealed at his presence. "you're insane, choi jongho,"

"you'll thank me later," he winks, nudging you back when he sees yunho jogging back.

"do you want to come with us?" yunho asks him as he swings the strap of his duffel bag to his shoulder.

"what?! no, psh," jongho dismissed, pushing the two of you together. "i have plans.. with uh.. wooyoung!" he points to wooyoung from afar, waving at him then to the both of you, running away.

"i uh.. sorry about jongho," you start, "but don't you have a celebratory party or something?"

"oh, that." yunho shrugs, "we're doing that tomorrow, if you want to come- now you're invited,"

"no thanks, i'm.. really not fond of those things," you explained.

"okay," he smiles, and you feel the world brighten up at that. unexplainably, a small smile creeps up on your lips.

"so, where do you want to eat?" you ask, smiling at him.

"wherever you want."

"i'll be the one paying, yunho. just think where," chuckling, you face him while walking.

"anywhere will be fine when i'm with you," yunho mumbles but you just have got to have elephant ears.

"oh," you simply replied, awkwardly laughing. yunho just chuckles with his ears read, completely dazed at the realization that you heard what he had just embarrassingly said. "are you.. uhm, hungry? or are you settled with some ice cream?"

"ice cream is nice," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"i know a good ice cream shop," you jump on your place, quickly. dragging him by the wrist to the ice cream shop.

yunho here, stares at his hand and if it was possible for him to get redder, he just did.

"hey, yours?" you shake your hands that was holding his, only to throw it lightly when you've realized he's been zoning out staring at your hands. "sorry,"

"uh.. what? yes. right. i'll have vanilla please." he smiles at the cashier, then back at you who gave him a stink eye. "what?" he chuckles.

"v-va.." you fake gaged, "vanilla? basic,"

yunho laughs at your antics, ruffling your hair. he had only ordered that because he felt rushed, embarrassed and pressured at that second. but because of you and your personality, who always ignored awkward moments and always wanted out of it, you saved him from it.

"congratulations again, you played really well," you said as you took your seats, taking a bite of your ice cream.

"yeah? i think you've only watched mingi play though," yunho playfully banters, squinting his eyes at you.

"hey! i watched you too," you defended, pouting.

"okay, okay," he surrenders, laughing purely.

the rest of the time passed by quickly and comfortably like you have not just been friends for a week. talking about academics, jongho, and some bits of your personal lives.

"it's getting dark," yunho sighs, reluctant of stopping the night right there.

"yeah, i should probably head home," you pout. "i really enjoyed today, i hope i didn't tire you out."

"y/n, if anything, you energized me," and by this time, you've grown invincible of his flirts, frequently said in between conversations.

"really, then it's my pleasure," you jokingly bowed, a big smile plastered on your face as you head out of the shop. "i'll see you around, yunho,"

yunho gives the smile back, already having a pick-up line ready in his mind.

"i'd love another next time, y/n." yunho lowers himself to your eye level, "and would you mind calling it a date instead of next time?" he cheekily smirks, and you could only laugh at his attempt at flirting.

after fakely pondering for an answer, you finally burst to the brightest smile yunho had seen you on, squishing his cheeks.

"sure, yunho, whatever you want. and if that's a date, i'd love it even more," you scrunched your nose, booping his and escaping the moment before he sees you red, running home and leaving yunho stunned, but letting his lips slowly curl up and a heart beating more than normal.

what should you say? thank you jongho.

and maybe probably mingi too. because of a beautiful accident caused by him, you wouldn't have your heart fluttering right now- but not because of him, but yunho.

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