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sunflowersoonyoung · 4 years ago

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a devil and an angel | umji & sowon

w.c ↠ 2.3k

pairing ↠ umji x fem!reader x sowon

genre/s ↠ fluff, smut, office au!

description ↠ After a tireless day working as an intern at a publishing company, you enjoy spending the evening venting to fellow intern Yewon. The budding relationship between you and her is inadvertently thwarted by sexy, somewhat mean Vice President Kim Sojung.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, alcohol

a/n ↠ there may be more parts to this! I feel like I could write more for this AU. I love the contrast between the two relationships! Plus Sowon is so hot in this universe. Also, sorry that it took me so long to write it 😭 I hope it was worth the wait!

Collapsing into a chair at an empty table, it was quite relieving to be off of your feet. Although it was only lunchtime, the day had seemed to have stretched on forever. You absently stirred your rice with chopsticks and scanned the dining room for Yewon. She was running late.

As fellow interns from separate Universities, you had developed a close friendship through sharing your daily struggles with one another. As interns, you received low pay, which led to minor exploitations from management - who worked you extra hard and held you to high standards. It was draining, but you were learning far more than University could teach you, so you persevered.

Yewon had a considerably tougher time trying to fit into the workplace. She could be clumsy, but she worked hard to make up for it. Additionally, she had the sweetest personality you had ever encountered. Hence, you had made the effort to befriend her.

Abruptly someone dropped into the seat beside you, their lunch tray clattering on the table surface. Yewon looked exhausted, her eyes swollen with dried tears. She offered you a meek smile.

“You’ve been crying,” you comment, and her smile fades. With her interest fixed on her food, she begins to recount her experience from just a half-hour earlier with a distraught expression.

“I was assigned a printing job, and messed it up,” Yewon sighed, “when I expected one of the managers to come over and scold me, tell me to restart like always, the Vice President Sojung came up to me instead. I-I’ve heard things about her, but nothing compares to seeing her in person.”

You also had heard a smattering of opinions about the Vice President, Kim Sojung. She was a devil in the form of breathtaking beauty, lacking tolerance for mischief and foolery no matter the perpetrator. Ruling with an iron fist, it did not take much to get on her bad side and end up without a job. She explained why Yewon was practically trembling.

“She didn’t say much. Just scoffed and said she would never accept s-someone like me into the company,” Yewon’s lip quivered, blinking back tears. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her figure against yours in an attempt to soothe her.

Yewon was almost like a younger sister to you - albeit with a dash of romantic tension. To hear of this injustice overwhelmed you with hot fury.

“Don’t listen to her,” you murmured against her hair, “she doesn’t know anything about you, not like I do. You’re the hardest worker I know, Yewonnie.” She draws in a shaky breath, peering up at you from her position buried in your shoulder. Her smile is warm and genuine, making your heart flutter.

“Thanks, (F/n). That means a lot.”

You decided to distract her by recounting your morning, gradually shifting away from the gloomy mood whilst finishing lunch. She seemed grateful for the distraction because despite your assurance she was still shaken.

Eventually, with empty lunch trays in hand, you both stood intending to go separate ways. Yewon cleared her throat and turned back to face you.

“Hey, (F/n)?” She called, her voice small, stopping you in your tracks, “um, do you want to meet up after work and get dinner together?”

You didn’t even try to restrain the wide grin that immediately plastered over your face.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You waited in the frigid evening air by the front of the company building, hands pressed into the pockets of your slacks.

All you knew was that Yewon had a few extra tasks to complete and was going to finish late, knowledge you had gained only thanks to the handful of texts she had managed to send. You didn’t mind waiting for her, anyway.

As you kept your interest upon the passing cars, a woman passed by with perhaps the longest legs you had ever seen. She looked incredible from behind in a tight pencil skirt, hips swaying elegantly with each lengthy step. Stopping at the curb, she fished her phone out of her handbag and thumbed a swift text. As she stood waiting, she turned and caught a glimpse of you.

The realisation washed over you. This gorgeous woman, with glossy raven hair running down her back like a waterfall and sharp fox-like eyes full of intelligence, was none other than Kim Sojung. The descriptions you had overheard matched her perfectly. Your mouth went dry as her gaze fell across you.

“You’re that intern, (F/n),” she mused, pressing a thoughtful finger to her lips, “I’ve heard good things about you.”

Anger boiled up in your throat, and before you could suppress it, a snarky comment slipped free, “it’s a shame you couldn’t be this nice to Yewon. Otherwise, I might’ve believed that you were a kind person.”

Immediately regretting your words, you felt a cold chill trickle down your spine when her initial surprise melted into an amused smirk.

“Oh?” She chuckles lightly and your cheeks flush, “you’re cute.” A sleek black car pulls up to the curb and she opens the door, winking at you before she departed. You’re left stunned to the ground, still untangling the mess of events that just occurred.

Regardless of the animosity that you harboured for her, you had to admit that she was practically oozing sex appeal.

“(F/n)?” A warm hand grasped your shoulder, shocking you from your daze, “Is everything okay?” Yewon was wearing an expression full of concern as she peered back at you. You swiftly grounded yourself and swallowed your surprise.

“S-Sure, sorry. Let’s go.”

The night sky was a deep shade of navy, city smog shutting out the stars.

Yewon stumbled, her cheeks pink in the dim light of the streetlamps. With her arm looped around yours, she clung to you, using you as her support. It seemed alcohol did not mingle well with Yewon, even if you’d only had six glasses of beer between you both. You felt glaringly sober compared to her.

“C’mon, we’re almost at your house,” you laughed as she stopped to reach for a tree branch hanging over the sidewalk, her interest captured by the blossoming flowers. You caught one for her and pressed it behind her ear, earning a pleased giggle from her.

Yewon still lived with her family in a spacious house blocked off with a black iron gate, automated with fingerprint ID.

Expecting to simply bid her goodnight and make your way home, it caught you by surprise when she wrapped her arms around your waist. Her hair tickled your nose, clouding your nose with her sweet scent. She hummed contentedly, and it seemed you were not going anywhere for a moment.

“Y-You’re … my favourite person, (F/n),” she stammered, her voice muffled against your shoulder, “I really, really like you.” Tightening your grip on her, you savoured the confession with each passing second - as if taking a breath would shatter the moment.

She withdrew, maintaining eye contact despite the lack of lighting. You could faintly make out her round cheeks and long lashes but still couldn’t measure her expression. Fiddling with her purse, she eventually retrieved a twenty-thousand won bill and placed it in your palm. You gasped and tried to return it but she hushed you softly.

“Use that and get a Taxi back instead of walking,” Yewon spoke calmly, in a manner that convinced you of her growing sobriety.

Leaning forward on the tips of her toes, she pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. It left you dazzled, observing breathlessly as she turned on her heel and retreated home through the tall gates.

With both of you standing idly by the printer waiting for a copy job to finish, an awkward silence simmered between you. Though you had hoped the alcohol would erase Yewon’s memories from last evening so that she could continue being her sweet, bubbly self and you could pretend that nothing had ever happened, it seemed luck was not on your side.

You accidentally met eyes and Yewon blushed various shades of pink, turning her head away as quickly as she could. She was too innocent. It made you flutter, excited to initiate with her a simple relationship filled with sugary actions. Holding her hand, feeling her head lull against your shoulder as you watch a movie together; little things like that.

“Hey, (F/n), right?” The tension was broken by a passerby manager, someone in charge of the editing team if you remembered correctly, who slowed to stop in front of you.

“We’re having a meeting in room four, can you bring us coffee? There’s six of us. Yewon can finish whatever you’re doing here.” Without even waiting for a response, he was gone, leaving you with a half-explained task. You were not even sure where room four was.

Coffee was not something you were unused to making, however. Usually, when staff members were tied up, it was you who brought them their hot beverages.

After filling six cups, setting them on trays and asking someone where room four was located, you made your way to the meeting room; thankful that the door was already open. You did not expect to collide with someone, the force causing you to lose grip of the tray in your hands. Coffee practically exploded over you and the stranger, hot liquid turning cold as it seeped through your white button-up.

Sojung stared you down, her thin blouse soaked. She looked less than amused; she was fuming, actually. Her jaw squared as she tried to steady her furious breathing.

“I-I’m sorry,” you manage to stutter out, aware of the attention you had drawn from the others in the room. Sojung seems unfazed by your apology and all of a sudden you wished painfully that you could take this hefty mistake back. As much as you hated her, she could end your short career at this company with a single signature.

She took your wrist with an iron grasp and began to drag you down the corridor. This is it, you thought woefully.

Sojung yanked you into her office and slammed the door shut behind you. You stood with your eyes glued to the floor, too afraid to look up and see her enraged visage.

“You messed up big time, young lady,” she scolded, her back turned to you. There was a flurry of movement, the sound of fabric rustling. When you finally looked up at her you were staring at the crease in her back, the clasp in her ivory bra. You almost choked on your spit, but Sojung seemed mostly unbothered, casually hanging her soiled blouse over the back of her chair and stalking towards you.

You gasped as she pressed a card into your hand, realising that it was her personal bank card.

“You’ll go down the street, and you’ll buy me a new shirt. The director is coming to that meeting, and I won’t be embarrassing myself in front of her by showing up in a coffee-stained blouse.”

She stood dangerously close, and it took all of the restraint you possessed not to shift your gaze from her face down to her wispy figure. You gulped heavily, feeling your skin absorb all of the heat in the room.

A slow smirk paints her lips as she observes the effect she has on you. Sojung advances on you, her steps gradual but taunting. Each click of her heels on the smooth flooring marked your demise.

Pressing your back against the door to keep your distance, Sojung placed one finger beneath your chin and tilted your head up towards her. Her bank card slips out of your hand.

“You’re naughty. Aren’t you lucky I like you?”

Her lips grazed yours slightly, ghosting over yours as if to tease you. The contact shot tingles all over your body. Cocking her head, she kissed you roughly.

Sojung wasted no time, possibly because her meeting was looming and she needed that change of clothes pronto. Her tongue pushed against yours, her saliva sweet as it mingled with your own, gripping your wrist and massaging your palm against her breast.

She guided you back to her desk, unbothered by the mess of paperwork that you sat on. You could feel the papers crinkle beneath your backside. Sojung’s assault shifted to your neck, forcing your attention back to her.

Sharp nails buried into your bare thighs as she parted your legs, sliding down your underpants from beneath your skirt. She harshly tested her thumb against your clit, furrowing her brow when you yelped in pleasure, your hips instinctively seeking out her touch by bucking back against her.

“You better keep quiet love,” she hummed, “else everyone will know what we’re up to in here.”

Heat throbbed painfully between your legs when she ducked down, breath clouding against your slick vagina. It took every ounce of strength in your body to swallow the deep moan that threatened to emerge as her tongue tasted you for the first time.

Your hand flies to your mouth, the only way for you to hold yourself back because now she was eating you out with full intensity. It seemed as if Sojung couldn’t care less how difficult it was for you to keep quiet.

One finger slid inside of you and you arched your spine in response, practically throwing yourself back against the desk. Sojung’s grip on your thigh was deliciously painful.

“Fucking come,” she growled, and the command practically makes you come on the spot. You muffle your cries with the palm of your hand, legs trembling as she keeps licking. The overstimulation made you see stars.

You’re almost sobbing, ears ringing and drowning out the sound of her low chuckle.

“I’ll need that shirt now, sweetheart. Get yourself something nice to wear while you’re at it. And don’t worry about the price.”

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capricornus-rex · 4 years ago

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Someone Left to Save (11)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by Anon

Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

A/N: @glxy-otter Well, here’s a chapter where they meet but... I don’t think it’s not the way you expected it to be ;;;A;;;

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

Also in AO3

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 | Previous: Part 10 | Next: Part 12 | Masterlist

11 of ?

The TIE Fighter sits on the western ridge.

The transmitter is set to its maximum range of reception, in case you pick up something interesting; at the edge of the ridge, the lone city intrigued you a lot and you have the strongest feeling that Cal may or may not have been there a time or two.

Putting your new helmet to the test, your fingers search for a particular button. When you found it, the visor’s scanners zoomed in and a reticle bounces back and forth within the narrow frame, leaving a piece of information whether in writing or in images before ricocheting to the next corner.

So far, you’ve seen most of what you saw in your vision—the barren wasteland, the lone city. However, the statues you saw were nowhere in sight… yet. You hummed while reviewing the data flashed on the surface of your visor. To the ordinary eye, it may be just another stretch of mountains, but you heeded to your feelings. Your eagle eye caught something else.

“Hell-o,” you cooed in a curious, singsong tone. One press of the button and the jittery reticle visits your visor again. “What do we have here?”

At the end of the mountain range, a pair of boulders peek out of the rim, though these particular boulders seem to be a little too symmetrical and clearly round for it to be any ordinary rocks. Squinting your eyes, you had a feeling something was up, and decided to explore it.

Not even the Inquisitorius killed off your curiosity.

“Okay, let’s tick statues off the checklist,” you mused to yourself.

Your eyes wandered, searching for an optimum landing spot. When you pictured that one exact spot in front of the statues--or their feet at least—you took five paces back to give yourself momentum. One big breath to calm down the nerves in your shivering legs, you clench your fists hard until the skin over your knuckles have turned white. The balls of your feet propelled you, kicking up the dust as you bolted through, and just at the very split second—when your toes barely sat on the edge of the cliff—you sprang away from the rock and plummeted down.

The two hundred feet felt only like two the moment you landed. Light as a feather, the sand wafted just at the height of your ankles. You erected from your crouched position and faced the entrance—nothing much than a portal of darkness that leads to who-knows-what. The mouth of the cave was seething with so much of the Force that it’s overwhelming, not just for you, but perhaps for any Force-sensitive.

“It’s a temple…” you gasped.

You held your head high up to take a good long look of the statues, the unmoving and unwavering guards, perhaps a millennia old.

Taking the first steps into this grand structure, a wave of calm washed over you—it didn’t give you peace though, it only made you feel more suspicious and a bit spooked about this place. Little did you know that it was the Light Side if this temple—long dormant and untouched until you came along—and the Dark Side in your clashing against one another. You begin to explore the temple; finding yourself in what ought to be a lobby or foyer of sorts, you stopped in your tracks at the very center of it and attempt to concentrate.

You feel like you’re not alone in here…

Because Cal is in here too.

—

“Bee…?”

“I don’t know, BD, it’s a strange feeling—familiar but eerie,” Cal thought aloud. Surveying the high ceilings of the temple, adorned with a strip of ancient runes much like most Jedi temples. “I don’t think we’re alone here.”

“Triiiil!”

Cal chuckled, “Haha! No, not ghosts, little guy. Another person, maybe, or an animal. But not ghosts, they don’t exist.”

The boy’s smile melted, his anxiety and uneasiness returned. The farther he goes in, the more he uncovers. Limestone parapets meld together with the stone of the caves—it reminded him of the inner chambers of the Zeffo tomb—and the rustic chimes of all shapes and sizes dangle at the slightest draft.

“Sure is spooky in here, though,”

BD-1 cooed a soft, almost-quiet chirp in agreement, folding his legs in as he hides behind Cal’s shoulder. Not even his own flashlight could torch the way ahead. The boy and the boy have comes to what ought to be an open antechamber, the features reminded Cal of the gardens in the temple in Coruscant—except this one is smaller, possibly twice the size of the entrance at the Vault in Bogano.

The extravagance astonished the boy, BD-1 showed the same sentiments in the way he knows best—hop down from Cal’s shoulder, scamper left and right, forward and back to scan every imaginable thing present in the room.

“Don’t wander too far, BD!” called the young Jedi.

Cal follows BD’s general direction, all while gawking at the design of this hollow, ancient chamber. Despite his great fascination at the beauty of the ruins, the looming uneasiness that he’s been feeling all day finally took hold of him.

And it took form in the shape of you.

At the insidious roar of a saber’s ignition, a bloody red glow illuminated the shadows and highlighted your silhouette. The shadowy sight frightened the poor, tiny droid, leading him to skitter back to Cal for safety. You step into the light, out into the antechamber, holding your saber low—the tip hovering beside your ankle—a menacing stride carried you forward to your now-enemy.

“Figured I’d find you here,”

The distortion in your voice, thanks to the helmet, made for an excellent guise. The storm inside Cal’s heart aroused you. You smiled beneath the mask, satisfied. It’s hard to deny that you truly missed him, but seeing his face reminded you of the things that your brother and sisters fed you—lies born from poisonous clairvoyance, until those said lies became the truth in your mind, and it is what you have accepted as reality.

The faint, fluttering feeling that used to exist in your stomach—all from missing him so—was replaced with an aching rage in your heart; because in your eyes, all you could see of him is the corrupted truth. Your grip around your saber tightened so hard that the metal sleeve was almost crumpled.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,”

You chuckled sinisterly, though amused, it seems that his roguishness didn’t die off from his depression of grieving for you.

“Oh?” you bobbed your head. “Then why don’t you get to know me?”

You brandished your saber horizontally, at the press of a well-hidden button, the half of the halo became a whole and along with it a second blade emitting out of the other end. Cal ignited his own, his own response to taking on the challenge. You softly chuckled and made the first move—lunging towards him like a dart, saber over your head. Landing on his block felt off and different—it was sloppy, loose, and less lively. You sensed the weakness of his body reflecting on the strength of his deflect.

At this point, you’re still quite generous. You voluntarily pulled away to let him reset his stance—also for you to quickly scrutinize his disposition. Your eyes examined his entire person: flimsy grip, poor footwork, and a weak core. You squint with suspicion.

Hmm, something’s up with him.

Cal remains at the mercy of the new Inquisitor: as lethal as a dagger, fast as lightning, and quick-witted. Her speed was almost impossible to keep up with.

He blocks and deflects your every strike, but barely affords a moment to counterattack. For every landed block, you felt how feeble his handling was, almost as if he’s crippled in the arm. You exploited that weakness and sent out a hail of slashes in his way, when Cal finally manages to lunge forward, you denied him an opportunity—darting to the far side of the space and attacking him from behind, similar to what you did to the Inquisitors weeks ago in your initiation duel.

The boy blocks it in the last minutes and then dodge-rolls to the side. He tries to stiffen himself up, but you sense that this is a façade he’s trying so hard to maintain. You can practically see right through his bluff.

“Seems like you’ve lost your touch, Jedi,”

“That’s perceptive of you,”

“Thank you,” you squeaked. “I get that a lot!”

Again, you thrusted yourself towards the boy. He’s slowly catching on in terms of strength. Looks like his focus has gotten back to him. After an intense exchange of blades, you flipped away from the clash and literally swept him off his feet with a single kick. His body met the floor, but quickly scrambled back on his feet; making him feel like he had no chance of the upper hand infuriated him, and this reflected in the way he moves with the saber. His technique was easily countered with a dash of elusive acrobatics mixed in with your own fighting style. You can sense the growing anger and the hate in him, though it’s no surprise that he’d succumb to it.

“You mistake your rage with sadness!” you snarled and then continued. “That anger, hate, and suffering. You don’t use them at all. Pity.” You scoffed as your blades are locked together.

A kick to the abdomen staggered him away from you, another brief moment to recompose himself. You spun your saber, the swordpoint facing Cal a few inches away.

“You know, you were never really good in hiding your feelings.”

And at the moment, Cal’s heart skipped a beat. Surely, this was a taunt most Inquisitors do to Jedi to catch them off guard, right? But no, there’s something else lingering in that Inquisitor’s words. Cal could barely breathe when he was beginning to become familiar with his opponent’s voice and the answer was whispering itself in his ears—though he refused. He tightened his grip around the sleeve.

The uncertainty from the boy reached you, another emotion to exploit within your grasp. It was almost a guilty pleasure taunting him; the climax being his melting point. You decided to while away the time bantering instead of fighting, which proved to be more entertaining—at least, for you.

“Don’t talk like you know me!”

“Oh, I’d bet my entire fleet for that,” you sniggered.

“Who are you, really?”

There was a pause. You tilted your head pensively.

“Oh, they call me the Twelfth Sister, but…” with a push of a button on your helmet, the front plate that masks your face retracts into its frame. You greet him with a malicious grin. “I guess you can call me [Y/N].”

Cal felt his strength ebbing, whatever life essence residing in his body has now departed, the saber fell from his hand—the clattering filled the entire antechamber until the only noise filling the place was his rapid, shallow breathing. He could feel his heart about to fail and he’ll just drop dead.

“No…!” he gasped.

You were ironically thankful to see the look on his face with your own eyes, without the visor. O, that multi-million credit expression was simply divine! So divine, in fact, that your grin stretched wider than an Acklay’s jaws.

“No, no…” he panted, until the whining evolved into a bellow. “NO, NO!!! It can’t be true! You’re not real! I’m just in a-a-a… dream! Or a trance! Or something!”

You scoffed, “Is it so hard to believe, Cal?”

“It can’t be… [Y/N]…”

“You abandoned me, Cal, and in turn, they found me. Made me stronger… much stronger. Enough to make you atone!”

“But I didn’t abandon you! I was about to come and get you!”

“LIAR! Because if you were, you would’ve taken me out of the rubble soon.”

“But I looked for you… I looked everywhere for you. I even waited when they were telling me to leave.”

You shake your head solemnly, “That’s not the way I see it.”

“Who told you all these things?”

“Does it matter?!” you raise your voice and readied your sword arm. “I’m going to make you pay anyway!”

Your frenzy overwhelmed Cal, indeed, but he was able to regain his bearings in the split second you darted through the wind in his direction. Another exchange of blades, only this time, oozing with a wildness borne of rage and hate—regardless if the root was corrupted and false. It is what the Grand Inquisitor would have designed in the first place. It’s what he would’ve wanted.

“[Y/N]…!” Cal pleaded in the middle of attacking. “[Y/N], please, listen to me!”

“I’m done listening to anyone!! All I could ever hear are lies!”

Cal made a quick scan of the area and spotted two balconies connected by a bridge overhead. He withdrew from the fight, hopped from one parapet to another until his feet were planted on the limestone. Of course, you didn’t want to be outclassed by the Jedi—you practically wall-ran until you’re at the highest of highs, propelled yourself off your feet, somersaulting in the air and landed in a graceful cat-like crouch.

“[Y/N], look, I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Sweet of you, honey, but you’re gonna have to come with me!”

It has become a battle of balance, dexterity, and strength. The bridge was just as wide as the walkway of a Star Destroyer’s hyperdrive pillar. The flurry of saber attacks remained frenzied and intense, the red gleam of your saber highlighted Cal’s freckled yet sullen face as you bore your weight down on his blocking, shining over the gloss of his teeth, and mingling with his jade irises encircled by dark rings. Ignorant of the imperfections brought upon by grief, you looked past them and still see the Cal you clearly remember in your memories.

“Oh, how I missed that handsome face,” you cooed.

That took him off guard, but only for a short while, he pressed him in closer to you which gave him enough momentum to pull away and take you by surprise—pushing you to the farther end of the bridge with the Force, causing you to stumble and land on your back and into this smaller chamber.

“I said, I don’t want to hurt you!”

When he saw that you were inside the smaller chamber on the other end, he focused the Force on the middle of the bridge—practically breaking off a large piece of the walkway like some crumb of bread—and sent it flying to the open archway of the chamber! That wasn’t enough though, he looked for every conceivable object within his reach to block your way, though he knew that you can easily break through it, doing so would buy him enough time to escape.

The next thing he used to block of the archway was the spherical chandelier, large enough to fortify the chunk of the bridge he initially put there. He could feel the resistance from the other side, you were doing the same thing he’s doing except to push your way out; but he persisted and focused harder on the blockage. Finally, that large “crumb” of the bridge was lodged harder into the archway, locking it in place before the chandelier.

Cal felt sure that he’s closed you in, but he’s perfectly aware that you won’t stay there for long.

“Come on, BD!”

“Woooo!!”

He ran, although in no particular direction, he simply ran away.

Air filled his lungs for every step he took. He just couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.

He’ll have a difficult time accepting this new reality. As a matter of fact, he will never accept this reality.

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rayroute-clear-saeran-text-sound · 5 years ago

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I Can’t Hear What You Say (V x Reader)

This one’s shorter than normal, I didn’t have many ideas and didn’t want to ramble. Please suggest things to write in my ask box!

I looked to my left, relieved to see Y/n still sleeping soundly. My chest ached, at first a dull pain but it had advanced to a tight stabbing sensation. In addition to the drug, I was feeling this way because of guilt. Not only guilt for what I did to Rika and Saeran, but the fact that I had dragged such an innocent and sweet girl like Y/n into my mess. She was picking up the pieces of everything I had destroyed, and I needed her to stop. She would be in even more danger than she already was in if she continued. I rubbed my eyes, vision bleary. My eyes were getting worse by the day, but it wasn't helping that I was tired.

"There's no time to be tired." I murmured to no one in particular. Something had to be done about Rika and Mint Eye, and I can only think of one solution. I had to go to Rika, if she could have me, destroy me completely like I know she wants to, just maybe she will let everyone go. Somehow, despite the severity of the situation she was caught in the middle of, Y/n was deep in sleep with a rather peaceful expression on her face. A sigh slipped past my lips; her presence was calming to me. I had to wrench my gaze away from her, because the longer I stared, the more I would be convinced that there was another life for me, that I didn't have to go to Rika. Sucking in a harsh breath, I pushed myself out of the bed I was lying in. My head began to pound after standing on my own two feet, and I felt a slight vertigo coming on. I passed Y/n dozing in the chair beside the bed, pausing for a moment as I did so.

"Mmm, V..." She mumbled drowsily into her arm. She was still deep in sleep, but I still tensed regardless. She was dreaming about me, I suppose. Whatever it was, I hoped it was sweeter than the reality we were living. I turned swiftly away from her and walked to the door, making sure to do so quietly. Peeking out of the door, I noticed that it was a rare moment when everyone including Luciel was asleep. Taking my chance, I crept out of the cabin quietly. I know they would be upset at first, but it was the only way to stop Rika and save everyone.

Stepping out into the chilled air of the surrounding woods, my headache began to worsen. Clenching my bottom lip in my teeth, I powered through for what felt like fifteen minutes, but in reality, it was probably only five, maybe a bit closer to ten. Dark spots danced in my vision as I leaned back against a tree, trying to support my body and take some weight off of my shaking legs. I screwed my eyes shut and grasped a fistful of my mint locks, the pain in my head escalating until it felt like someone was repeatedly bashing my skull in. My legs finally gave out, and I could barely feel myself sink into the dewy grass. I began coughing up nothing, feeling suffocated. Apparently, the drug wasn't completely out of my system.

Am I going to die out here...? I'm sorry, Rika...I'm sorry, Saeran and Luciel...I'm sorry...Y/n... I thought dimly, feeling my grip on the world loosen again, everything fading to grey. It felt no different than falling into the abyss. Would Y/n be okay? Luciel would take care of her, wouldn't he? A wild, primitive sense of fear began to take over, and for the first time in my life, I was afraid to die.

2nd Person

Your eyes fluttered open as you shot up in your chair, and you noticed that your neck and back was dripping in cold sweat. Your hair was also sticky with it, and you felt your heart hammering. You vaguely wondered if you had a nightmare, but you knew that to be false. You dimly remember your dream being a nice one. You pictured a happy ending, everyone getting out safe and sound. Even Ray was with you all in your dream, finally free from his shackles of being exploited. V was in it too, and you were both happy.

"V..." You tapped your chin, acknowledging that off feeling with new context. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned to the bed next to you, finding it empty. That sinking feeling in your stomach worsened, clutching your shirt to keep you grounded. You had a sickening feeling that he wasn't up getting a late night glass of water. "I need to find him." You hopped up from your chair, stumbling while trying to gain your balance. Although your mind was wide awake and in panic mode, your body still had yet to wake up. You threw open the door, seeing Seven and Vanderwood asleep; Vanderwood on the couch, Seven in the chair, slumped over onto the desk, drooling on his computer. You didn't have the time to pull them from sleep, and you knew you would waste precious minutes explaining to them the severity of the situation. Dashing out of the cabin and into the frigid night air, your voice trembled as you broke the serenity. "V! V, where are you?!" You called hopelessly, throat tearing itself up from screaming at the top of your lungs without warming your voice up. You were met with deadly silence. Your bare feet were becoming dusted with dirt as they beat down on the ground with every stride. You took off running into the woods, knowing that he could be anywhere at that point. You could hear your gasps for breath ringing in your own ears. "V!" You desperately shrieked his name once more, praying to anything and everything that there would be something. You knew he left to go back to Rika. You couldn't helped being hurt, knowing that he would always love her in some way. You had somehow fallen in love with him, a love that you felt was one sided. Now not only were you despairingly looking for a man that was probably long gone, you were feeling sorry for yourself. "Y/n...?!" You thought you heard a soft cry for you carried on the night breeze, and you hoped you were right. "Yes! V!" You strained your ears to hear the faint calls, whipping your head in every direction. After deciding on a direction to go, you attempted to follow the voice. Branches lashed your face as you pressed on faster towards the voice. You distantly felt warm trickles of blood running down your cheeks as you rustled through the bushes and trees, tripping on tree roots. You felt a sharp pain shoot up from your ankle, but that was the least of your worries. You pushed on, ignoring the stinging agony that was present with every step. You came crashing through a pair of bushes, having to skid quickly to a stop in order to not fall on the figure. After taking in more details, you saw V lying in a heap in front of a large evergreen tree. You were on your knees in an instant. "V? Can you hear me?" His head lolled slightly as he tried to look up into your eyes. You were aware of how out of focus they looked. He held a trembling hand out to you, brushing it against your face, partially dried blood streaking his fingertips. He narrowed his eyes, confusion present in his mint irises.

"Rika...?" His lip quivered as he addressed you, and you felt a piece of your heart break. Shaking your head, feeling tears drip down your cheeks, you cupped his face in your delicate hands.

"No...no, V, it's Y/n. Rika isn't here, she can't hurt you anymore." A tremor cut through your words, and you cursed yourself for not being stronger.

"Rika..." He murmured, trying to sit up, coughing while he did so. "I will love you like the sun, if that's what you wish." You watched droplets of water slip down his face, mirroring your own tears. "In return, please let that boy go...and don't hurt Y/n. Please." You squeezed your eyes shut as his hands found their way into yours. You knew he was too far gone at the moment to listen to whatever you were saying. You weren't quite sure what reality he had stepped into, or if you could drag him out. A concentrated expression ghosted his face as he looked down to your intertwined hands. "No...I can't do that. I'm sorry, but I just can't love you anymore." Moonlight glinted off of the teardrops clinging to his long eyelashes, creating constellations that settled there. "I'm afraid I'm in love with someone else...but I can't love her either, because I'll end up destroying her too." His delusional ramblings continued as you released one of his hands and pulled your phone out of your pocket, attempting to open the messenger.

"C'mon, c'mon..." You murmured anxiously, silently cussing out the weak signal. Eventually it did let you log on, and you immediately dialed Seven. You hoped that he would pick up, or at least someone would. To your relief, the line clicked into connection halfway through the last ring. "A little too close for comfort there." You breathed out.

"If you needed something, you could have just came out into the living room." Vanderwood's gruff response indicated that he was not happy being woken up, but you could honestly care less.

"We have an emergency! Get Seven, I don't care if he's sleeping or in the middle of taking a piss, grab him right now!" You could hear Seven's incoherent mumbles as Vanderwood shook him awake.

"Mmm, five more minutes, Madam."

"Get your ass up, Y/n said it's an emergency!" You heard a smack on the other end of the line. "Where are you exactly?"

"Um, I'll hang up and send my location."

"No, the hacker is still monitoring the chatroom. Just try to describe it." Your mind was blank, as all you remembered was running in a mad frenzy.

"I think I just went straight? Maybe? I'm not sure. I can yell for you though." You heard a deep sigh from the other end of the call as well as the cabin door opening and closing.

"Okay, can you tell me what happened?" His voice was calm and steady, clearing your head. You were grateful to have someone like Vanderwood on your side, as he had been one of the biggest helpers in your mission to save V and stop Mint Eye. V moaned in pain, vice grip on your hand tightening. Your heart wrenched at the sound, but you kept your attention with Vanderwood.

"I woke up with the feeling that something was wrong, and V was gone. I ran out to find him, and oh god, Vanderwood, he's completely out of his mind." You couldn't help the sob that escaped you. You had been strong all this time, but someone once told you that the taller you stand the easier you are to break. You thought you had reached that point. Vanderwood cursed under his breath, and you could hear two sets of thudding footsteps as the two agents picked up a sprint. V began tugging at the hem of your shirt, trying to get your attention. "Okay...I have to go. When I hear you yelling, I'll respond." You hung up, turning back to V.

"Y/n...?" You released a breath you had no idea that you were holding. He seemed to recognize you this time, although he was still wildly out of it. "You're hurt." He lightly caressed your cheeks which were smeared with thin lines of dried blood, and faintly touched your swelling ankle, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"No, no, I'll be okay." A small chuckle escaped you, not understanding how he could still worry for you in the condition he was in. "You'll be okay too...Vanderwood and Seven, they're on their way. We’ll be okay." Once again, he seemed to not be giving your words the least bit of thought; he had his own agenda.

"I know I'm a hypocrite, and you'll think of me as selfish afterwards if you haven't already, but just in case..." He seemed to be preparing for the worst in his mind. In his defense, his body probably felt like it was eroding away due to the toxicity of the drugs in his system. "Y/n...I know I can't be your sun, but I want to be something to you." His eyes found themselves able to focus on yours, his hand never freeing itself from your own.

"V, you already are something to me. You can get better and make your own future. I'll help you." A smile worked its way onto his face, his gaze snapping in and out of focus.

"Thank you...I don't deserve you, Y/n. But I would like to be selfish with you for a moment...may I?" You felt your lips give way to your own soft smile.

"Yes, of course, V." You were sure that he wasn't completely lucid. If he was, he wouldn't have gently pressed his lips to your own, tangling his fingers in your hair like he did. Your own hands found their way to his striking mint locks.

"Y/n!" You were forced to pull away by Seven's distant screams. After gaining your breath again, you responded, voice becoming hoarse from all of the previous yelling.

"Guys! We're here!"

"Marco!" You broke out in a giggle despite the situation, imagining Seven's nervous grin as he began a game in order to find you.

"Polo!" You shrieked back, a relieved laughter shaking your body as his shouts became louder and closer. The redhead finally burst through the bushes, tailed by Vanderwood. Both of their chests were heaving as they approached the two of you. You attempted to push yourself up, momentarily forgetting about your ankle. The intense pain flared immediately, causing you to stumble back to the ground. "Ugh...I guess I busted it worse than I thought." You mumbled, embarrassed that you could have injured yourself in such a way. Vanderwood moved to V and walked with him, supporting him as if he were a drunk who had lost all control of balance. Seven helped you up, and allowed you to lean into him heavily.

"We need to get him back for more detox asap." Vanderwood moved with V faster, leaving you and Seven in the dust. You hissed as you tried to push yourself quicker, the stinging sensation jolting through your leg.

"We'll still be out here by morning at this rate." Seven chuckled awkwardly as he picked you up bridle style, running to catch up with Vanderwood and V. The fire in your ankle cooled to a dull ache, and in any other circumstance you would have protested and insisted you could walk.

"Thanks..." You murmured as Seven walked side by side with V and Vanderwood. V reached out to you, grasping for your hand like a lifeline. You took it, still being held by Seven. V brought your hand to his lips, planting miniscule kisses on your knuckles.

"We'll be okay, Y/n." V spoke softly, using your own words, making you smile.

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