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After the first time I played P5, I had aspirations to make a Persona 5 Reviewed blog where I reviewed each day in the game. Turns out I am lazy and the P5 opening is an exercise in impotent rage, so that never came to be. But I do still have all my notes for that blog, and it seems like a waste not to put them somewhere for posterity. So, here they are for your enjoyment. Full notes under the cut. “she says 'it seems you're coherent' even though she's only allowed you to say one line the entire time she's been here talking she asks when and where you find out about 'that world' mysteries abound 'how is it even possible to steal another's heart?' after she's done with an entire fucking barrage of questions she doesn't let you answer, she finally says 'now, tell me your account of everything' we have to tell her a story even though we're on an entire cocktail of cop drugs a mysterious blue butterfly appears, lending credence to the fact that Akira is stoned out of his mind the butterfly gives its name as Lieutenant Obvious and tells Akira he's held captive“

Persona 5 Reviewed

Already off to a great start. You have to sign a 'contract' agreeing that you understand that magic and personas aren't real if you want the privilege of taking part in the game

Tokyo is very colorful

there’s a casino with sexy cowgirls, which is not the first aesthetic I would associate with Japan

SOUND THE ALARM

Joker hops around back and forth over the normies' heads, which doesn't seem very tactically sound

slow pan up Joker

mmmmm

the normies totally know he's up there

he's being hunted by the agents from the Matrix

a bunch of unmarked voices tell you what to do

Morgana decides that 'showing yourself to the crowd' was an 'excellent move' because reasons

they all dunk on Skull hahahahaha

Joker runs across all the fancy neon and leapfrogs over the signs

The Agents are REALLY MONSTERS

Joker rips their masks off in the most extra way possible, but somehow the monster dies in an even more extra way than that

amazing

the first shadow is that king from the rolly ball game

Morgana's voice is described as 'boyish'. show, don't tell Atlus

Sae's casino is covered in motivational posters for some reason

the Matrix agents are not very good at their jobs

they make you do Stealth by hiding behind dumpsters

room full of security people and not one of them is looking out the window

'after the commotion, the bottom floor is completely closed off' gee could that be because Joker made a big deal about making himself seen

he swan dives out of the window like an extra bitch

duck and roll like a champ

womp womp

it's THE FUZZ

he swings up onto a fire escape ladder and then takes a gun barrel to the face

there are like 500,000 cops here what the fuck

'you have your team mate to thank for this, you were sold out'

NO WAY

SUBTLE FORESHADOWING

mugshot time

close up of a needle on the floor

two needles

'guess the drug was too strong' okay saturday morning villain police

they pour a bucket of water on his face

he's all bruised to shit and handcuffed to a chair

some asshole kicks him onto the floor

there's a camera recording everything

the cop is like 'hurr durr you thinking this could be used as video evidence'

we get it, everything in the universe is corrupt in Japan: Shithole Country Edition

if you say nothing, the cop kicks you in the stomach. way harsh

the cop lists off a bunch of shit you're 'guilty' of which are bullshit

Akira is so drugged out of of his mind he apparently has no idea what they're talking about

'everything's hazy...I can't remember' well I guess that's one way to do it

he's still in his Shujin uniform

he steps on your leg just to drive home that all these cops are hella shitty

pigs

they make you sign a confession to give your name

a wild Sae approaches

the cops try to tell her to fuck off, but she interrupts them by telling them she's a prosecutor and they act like they don't understand why that's relevant

this is why you're a cop. you got all C's in school

'what business do you have here' what business do you have wearing sunglasses inside, asshole

they tell her this case is no longer in her jurisdiction even though they just acted like they didn't know who she was like 4 seconds ago

some other detective rolls up and is like 'yo, your director is on the phone' and then tells her she's being an inconvenience

are they supposed to know who she is or not

why does one guy recognize her on sight but some other guy wants her id and birth certificate first

whatever

she pulls out her fucking cell phone and her SUI director is on the phone. what the fuck?!?! how did this rando know she had a call on her own cell phone? did she somehow forward a police phone to her cell? this is nonsense

anyway the SIU director reminds her that he told her to stand by, thus further adding color to this intriguing tapestry of plot

she gets super butthurt for not being allowed to interrogate this case she's responsible for that is apparently no longer under her jurisdiction

also she's the only character in this hall with a portrait, solidifying that the other faceless goons are not important except to menace Akira and do corruption

SIU Director: I'm calling because I knew you'd bring it up

what?!?

she says she will not be convinced unless she can confirm it for herself

what she needs to be convinced of or 'confirmed' is a mystery

she reiterates that this is her case even though she just got told that it's actually not

the director just says 'good luck' and tells her he doesn't expect much just to be a dick, because everyone in this game is a piece of shit

the detective who mysteriously divined that she had a phone call in her pocket tells her he forgot to mention something important. probably how good her ass looked while he was staring at her phone just in case she got a call

he says her 'time' will be cut short and they can't 'permit' her to talk to the prisoner for long

she just sighs

and then he's like 'it's for your own sake'

'for the sake of your lady brain'

'we wouldn't want you to be seduced by the masculine wiles of this sexy, sexy phantom thief and his sixteen year old loins'

they imply it's unsafe to 'meet and speak' with him, like their cops weren't just in their kicking him around on the ground like a hacky sack

she understands

but she's not to be deterred

girl power

she seems mildly surprised that it's Akira, implying she knows him

but she doesn't seem all that upset for more than a few seconds because she immediately gets down to business to defeat the huns and also snap at this physically abused teenage boy that he'll be answering her questions

good job sae

fight the power

she looks at the needle on the ground and then says 'the cops are bastards' so I guess she's not a total lost cause

she makes sure Akira can actually hear her through the thick, foggy haze of being drugged by police officers

she says 'almost anything can happen here...and I can't stop them', with the weird sort of implication that Akira is going to be raped in prison

what the fuck, Sae

she makes a big deal about how she needs Akira to be honest with her and says how much time she doesn't have even though they spend like the entire game in this interrogation cell

her first question is 'what was your objective'

dropping panties, next question

then she asks why he caused such a 'major incident', yet more masterful foreshadowing

she say she didn't think 'it' was a prank from the beginning but complains that she couldn't assemble a case

I guess this is why everyone else let a sixteen year old virgin do your job for you, sae

she says 'she couldn't figure out the method behind it'

god damn stop being vague!

this is why in-medias-res is a totally inferior frame of narration

Akira's portrait breaks my heart

someone hug that baby

if you say 'of course you couldn't', Sae concedes that's true

'there's no way I could be convinced of such a... 'world' just by reading the reports'

okay we get it, plot hooks

she says 'it seems you're coherent' even though she's only allowed you to say one line the entire time she's been here talking

she asks when and where you find out about 'that world'

mysteries abound

'how is it even possible to steal another's heart?'

after she's done with an entire fucking barrage of questions she doesn't let you answer, she finally says 'now, tell me your account of everything'

we have to tell her a story even though we're on an entire cocktail of cop drugs

a mysterious blue butterfly appears, lending credence to the fact that Akira is stoned out of his mind

the butterfly gives its name as Lieutenant Obvious and tells Akira he's held captive

thanks, talking butterfly!

the butterfly makes some ominous statements about how this game was fixed and you have no chance of winning while an opera singer yodels in the background

the hallucinogenic butterfly says that since Akira can hear it, he might actually have a chance

it wants you to overcome this game and save the world

I wonder if the whole game is really just a journey through Akira's acid trip

Akira is told that the key to victory is all the memories of his bond in some transparent attempt to justify why we're starting at the end and then rewinding back to the beginning

'it all began that day... when the game was started half a year ago'

it gives Akira a lot of shit about having to remember even though he's essentially trying to think through a fish tank. not cool

the acid butterfly flits away

I wonder what Sae thinks of Akira looking around the room following an invisible butterfly

4/9 Akira wakes up on a train

the English lady on the train speaker says 'Shi-BOO-ya'

Akira hallucinates about some lady screaming for help and then looks at his hands like he just killed a man

he gets dragged away by cops

these two girls talk about 'mental shutdowns'

plot point!

artful long shot of the train

Akira does the most authentic teen thing he's done so far by walking down the sidewalk with his nose buried in his cell phone

a weird app pops up on his phone that Akira pokes at like a caveman with a stick

TIME FREEZE

Akira is very alarmed to see a column of blue flame while really metal music plays in the background

symbolic fire burns in his birth control glasses

it's HIS FACE

he deletes the cool metal app

Akira exits the train while a bunch of old faceless NPCs pass him by like Gollum on the way to a ring-stealing hobbit

all the posters in the train station are super fucking creepy

they all have featureless black faces and big ass cheshire grins

are you in Tokyo or Edgy Wonderland

Akira is on his way to Sojiro Sakura, who lives in the back of a tiny little Japanese ghetto

there's a second-hand shop where you can buy about 34 different clocks or the 16 lamps you inherited after your grandma died

there's an Unfriendly Officer you can talk to and ask for directions, but unlike what his name would imply, he's actually quite cordial #NotAllCops

Akira is the most unsubtle eavesdropper in the entire universe 'oh this conversation sounds interesting. I think I'll stand right beside them with my head slightly angled away real casual-like, no one will ever guess what I'm up to'

the apartment complex across from Sojiro's house has bars on the windows, which is probably the most genuinely subtle thing in the game so far

a speech bubble with 'Cops are so lazy! they're all stealing our taxes' popped up when a little old lady walks past, so I can only assume that she hates pigs

that's right, old lady, fight the man

there's some little old man with a boombox complaining about millennials

sounds about right

Akira examines the nameplate on the house

'it says Sakura on it, maybe it belongs to Sojiro Sakura' MAYBE, AKIRA. MAYBE.

a very nice delivery man catches you loitering in front of Sojiro's house and directs you to his cafe

I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't happened to be there right at that very moment

would Akira just be standing there all night until Sojiro decided to come home time to go to Leblanc

some tabloid show talks about a runaway bus

there are a couple of featureless old people in a booth, but Sojiro's loud pink shirt makes it clear he's the only character of interest

apparently transit employees are just as corrupt as the cops

those bastards

lmao Sojiro has tiffany lamps above the booths

the old people give some expository information about how they live in the darkest timeline

there are cigarette trays on the table. mmmm coffee and cigarettes. the perfect complement to restaurant food

the man in the pink shirt has a portrait and starts talking about his crossword puzzle so that you know just how much he don't give a fuck

he does not care a whit about whose bus crashed into what oncoming traffic when there are crossword puzzles to be done

Akira makes his presence known

The Manager clearly does not appreciate being reminded of his existence

the expository old people leave so that Akira can have his awkward introduction in peace but before they go the old man makes a big show of being glad that Leblanc is a shitty little cafe in a back alley where they're in no danger of a car crashing into it, which I guess is the only reason they patronize Leblanc

Sojiro says 'a what now?' I guess to reiterate how hard he wasn't listening to the news about vehicular collisions

they call them 'rampage accidents'. I guess everyone in Tokyo has some real anger issues

holy shit Sojiro has two of the exact same calendar on the same wall

I guess he really really likes that calendar

maybe they should have re-used some of the motivational posters from Sae's palace

Sojiro says 'it's none of his concern' that a bunch of cars and buses are crashing, because he is very cool

the old people just laugh like this is endearing behavior and say they'll see him next time, since his shit-tier cafe is squirreled away in a back alley where it's safe from renegade cars and buses

they said their money is on the table, but I don't see any money

smh

apparently those old people were there four hours and only had one cup of coffee

I think I'd be pretty mad too

can you guys believe 'curry and coffee' isn't a runaway smash hit

he says, 'so you're the guy' in this really snide tone

Akira can say 'please take care of me' or 'is Sakura-san here' which makes me really uncomfortable

if you say 'please take care of me', he just says 'uh-huh' like people say that to him all the time. please. he's been on screen for about two minutes and I can already tell he's got the nurturing instinct of a cactus. if I had to ask someone to take care of me, and my choices were this guy and the potted plants outside his cafe, I think I'd take my chances with the potted plants

he makes the most uncomfortable face in the universe when he tells you you'll be in his 'custody for the next year'

Akira needs an adult

he seriously looks like he's sizing Akira up like he's trying to figure out which one of his organs might sell highest on the black market

he says he'd wondered what kind of unruly kid would be abandoned on his doorstep like a baby wizard, but then implies that Akira makes for an unlikely candidate because he looks so very deeply uncool

he tries to claim that Akira is only here bumming in his gross alley cafe because one of his customers knows Akira's parents

like, really?

we're going to 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon it? why would you possibly agree to that? maybe because he only has 2 customers

whatever

he admits that that doesn't matter anyway and then tells you to follow him

after that creepy look you just gave I really don't think it's in Akira's best interest to follow him anywhere

but Akira does anyway, I guess because staying in some filthy attic is preferable to being homeless

he says 'I'll at least give you sheets' for your bed, which is a 2' thick mattress on a pile of literal crates

I don't know that this actually does constitute as not being homeless

he takes this really shitty tone and says Akira looks like he wants to say something, because he knows 100% that he's setting up a sixteen year old kid in a cobweb-encrusted attic with a floor covered in such a thick patina of dust that I became an asthmatic just looking at it

you can say 'it's big'

just like your alarming lack of hospitality

he tells you to clean it up, I guess because the writers didn't feel that the player might hate him sufficiently

he lays down the law prison style

he tells you not to do anything stupid and threatens to throw Akira out if he causes trouble

like what

is he gonna throw a fucking rave for the spiders he's rooming with? fuck you

he's got the 'gist' of Akira's situation

but does he really

he sums up Akira's reminiscing on the bus, since we presumably either couldn't piece that together on our own, or to dispel the notion that Akira might still be high on acid

even though he himself just acknowledged that Akira didn't do anything but try to protect a woman in danger from a sexual assaulter, he shits all over him for sticking his nose in a matter between two adults. what a fucking tool

helpfully, he tells Akira that he was expelled from his high school since he has a fake criminal record now. exposition! I'm sure Akira already knows that

he's just summarizing why Akira is actually here in this shitty attic. they couldn't find a better framing device than explaining to a kid what just happened to him? pretty sure he was there.

he does point out that Akira's parents are negligent dickholes so there's a little nugget of something

'In other words, they got rid of you for being a pain in the ass'

fuck off!!!!

Sojiro scowls at Akira and threatens him not to talk about 'anything unnecessary' because he's in the restaurant business. yeah, that restaurant that people only come to so they don't get run over? I can see why Akira would be incentivized to protect that sterling reputation in the cutthroat world of three-star cuisine

if Akira acts a fool he'll get straight to JUVIE

we wouldn't want that

his school is called Shujin

subtlety, thy name is not Atlus

he's already in a Shujin uniform even though he's not enrolled yet

Akira is like 'what? where's that?' even though he is in a Shujin uniform

Sojiro looks at him like he's a real dumbass too

they're going to introduce themselves to the school staff on a Sunday?

he makes a big deal about reminding Akira that he's a pain in the ass with a criminal record and this place deserves to get its balls gargled for accepting some gutter trash like him

'What a waste of my Sunday' Yeah, you could be spending it trying to meet geriatric babes on Tinder. Like you have anything better to do, you miserable old fuck

all Akira's belongings are in a beat up cardboard box because even the postmen don't respect punkass kids who do stuff like intervene in attempted sexual assaults

Akira thinks 'I'll be living here starting today...' and you can feel the despair in every period

now you get to clean up your shitty old room

the fan is covered in such a poorly-rendered cobweb that I thought it was a plastic bag

the mattress looks like Sojiro picked it up out of a dumpster behind a strip club

Akira draws a line in the dust with his finger like a sad child

he cleans up his sad gross room in his jeans

even after mopping it the floor is still covered in dust

I'm pretty sure the pillow on his bed is a throw pillow from a couch

Sojiro stomps back up the stairs and acts like he's shocked! SHOCKED! that all the annoying commotion coming from the attic was Akira cleaning it so it's actually livable and not a dust-coated safety hazard

he looks really smug and says the place doesn't look too bad

yeah that's what happens when you actually clean

then he tells you to go to bed like he's your fucking dad

he closes up shop and fucks off

good

but not before getting in one last kick in the nuts by threatening to withhold care if Akira gets sick because he stayed up too late choking on dust

Akira changes into his pjs and gets into bed to contemplate how very unfair it is and also to sleep with the blanket draped only over his stomach

an anime cutscene of his flashback shows and one of the cops is totally grabbing his titty! holy shit!

he thinks that even though he totally got done dirty by a complete and utter miscarriage of justice, he still couldn't just let it go

Akira is a good boy

ugh we have to do a whole flashback

Akira says he had to go home early, but it looks like ti's fucking midnight

early in what dimension?!

home from where? he's not in uniform. I have so many questions

he's not wearing his nerd glasses in this cut scene so I can only assume they are fake

some speech bubbles of distress burst across the screen

a lady is screaming 'stop it'

some old bald dude is getting handsy with a woman trying to get away

according to the speech bubbles, he is Drunk

Akira describes her assault as him 'bothering' her, which is dubious at best, but at least he recognizes that she's in danger

he charges at the drunk old man like a bull

she threatens to call the police

but as we all know, the cops in this game are all corrupt so he does not care

he calls the police 'his bitches'

lmao okay, cool guy

he gets mad that someone called the cops even though he just made a big deal about how they are all his bitches

he yells at her to get in his car, which seems pretty inadvisable

he tells her she needs to 'shut her mouth and follow where he steers this country', which is just unnatural enough to sound like foreshadowing

he tells Akira to get out of his face even though Akira is standing like six feet away

he tells her again to get in the car

cuts back to Akira making an angry face

bless his heart

that weird app returns to his phone

he has an app witih a bunny icon and I'm really curious what it is

he has so many apps

his phone case looks like the inside of a truck bed

Akira is getting very sleepy

he sleeps with his hand behind his head apparently

same, Akira. I sleep like that all the time

he wakes up in a prison cell full of chains and blue limo padding

he is in CHAINS

it is very symbolic

a creepy little girl giggles at him

two 6 year olds in stupid hats roll up to his cell

a man with an enormous penis nose calls him 'Trickster' and welcomes him to THE VELVET ROOM

there's no music so you know this is a big deal

the girls call him 'Inmate' and tell him he's asleep and all this is a dream

one of them tells him to stand up straight so we all know that she's the asshole

he introduces himself as Igor and tells Akira he can only come here because he's bound by a contract

Akira obviously has no fucking idea what he's talking about

Igor thinks it's amusing that his velvet room is a prison

he tells him that 'ruin' awaits him, like his life isn't already in pieces when he has to live above an asshole old man with a poorly decorated cafe

the world is distorted and his only hope is to be rehabilitated

he introduces the stupid little girls as 'Caroline' and 'Justine' who talk some more shit and flex their wannabe domme cred

Akira wakes up in his room and contemplates his strange dream while in full school uniform. he changes fast

Sojiro pops up in a stupid hat and tells him to move his ass so they can shuffle off to his crappy new school. he's still wearing a pink shirt

he tells you your school is in the Aoyama district and the way he makes a big deal about how it costs you money to ride the trains and that the transfers are shitty is just so hilariously baffling. Sojiro is really enjoying your misery

he oh so kindly offers to drive you today and today only, and then after that you're hella on your own. no one but the spiders care

Sojiro bitches and moans because men aren't usually allowed in his passenger seat. what a creep!

Shujin is about as aesthetically pleasing as Akira's attic dwelling. it looks like a school you'd visit in Silent Hill

Sojiro gets all up your ass about behaving yourself. not because he cares about Akira, but because he doesn't want to deal with any trouble

you two roll up into the school and are introduced to Principal Robotnik. he's so important his nameplate just says 'Principal'. anyway he wears egg yolk yellow, is bald, and doesn't like Akira, so at this point he's as well-developed as Sojiro is

he tells Akira he will be expelled the instant he steps out of line, drawing further parallels between himself and Akira's shitty new guardian. deep

he bends in half to tongue bathe his own asshole for being so generous as to accept a petty criminal like Akira, despite his own hesitation

he says 'You might have done a variety of things in hiding in your hometown, but you will behave yourself here'. I honestly don't even know what to say about that. he's acting like Akira is the Batman of teenage hoodlums

he reminds Akira yet again that if he gets kicked out of Shujin, he'll have no place to go. except juvie, apparently. I dunno, you guys... at least juvie doesn't have Principal Eggman and probably has a shower. I think I might roll the dice if it was me.

anyway, he introduces you to your teacher, who has been standing there staring at the ground for the entire time Principal Eggman has been speaking she's called Sadayo Kawakami and I can't really think of a more fitting name for her

she gives you your student ID and then tells you to read the school rules. are those printed on your ID or are they just supposed to be elsewhere?

she makes this really weird statement about being unable to protect you if you cause problems

we get it, absolutely no adult in this entire game has Akira's back

then she makes it even weirder by saying, 'that IS your promise, right?', like her tragic inability to protect him was actually a stipulation of her agreeing to be your teacher in the first place

or maybe it was just a really awkward segue into using Principal Kobayakawa's name for the first time

Principal Eggman says that Akira is responsible for all his actions, so I guess it was actually both

Kawakami immediately turns to the principal to start bitching about having to be Akira's teacher right in front of his face. what an asshole!

she asks 'why me?'

I ask myself the same thing, lady

he actually explains it too, saying that his transfer was 'sudden' and that her class had the only opening so suck it up and shut the fuck up, buttercup Sojiro actually calls them out for just standing around explaining things to each other while he and Akira watch in silence

he says they'd like to skedaddle since their relentless moaning and bitching about having to accommodate a sixteen year old boy is really harshing their buzz, so Principal Eggman dismisses them both and harangues him about not 'letting' Akira cause trouble outside

Sojiro promises that he'll have a 'serious talk' to Akira about the situation he’s in, like they didn't already have one of those when Sojiro was summarizing his arrest to him before

Kawakami tells Akira to come to the faculty office when he arrives at school tomorrow so she can show him his shitty new classroom. I'm sure it'll be the most thrilling part of his entire day

as they leave, Sojiro laments that they're treating Akira like a nuisance, presumably to trick the audience into thinking he's not so bad, right before he immediately doubles down and says he'll kick Akira out if he gets expelled. that was a short-lived moment of pathos

Akira can be a smartass and Sojiro will be like HRR I'LL KICK YOU RIGHT NOW

he gives you a real stinkface about it too

prick

you finally get to go home, because I'm sure Akira was just dying to get back to that fucking attic

the game cuts to Kawakami walking through a hall otuside and passing by an actual giant with half a foot for a chin

he makes the mistake of speaking to her so she takes ruthless advantage of his foolish opening to whine some more about how she can't believe a kid with a record got pushed into her class which had the only opening. then she suggests she would have been better off if she got to trade students with a male teacher

Giant Foot Chin laments that someone like Akira was admitted here. he just can't believe it. truly, justice is dead

she says it was the principal's decision to let him in because it's for the school's reputation, which is pretty weird considering Principal Eggman was just fretting about the school's reputation for letting in a criminally insane delinquent who deviously stands around in areas where old men trip and fall on their face

Giant Foot Chin then gives us yet more expository information about how good his volleyball team is and how they single-handedly make Prison Academy the shining star of all the prison-named schools of Tokyo

he tells her to 'be careful' and then stretches his weirdly long arms, then he also gives his dick a little stretch by flexing about how he'd totally kick out some unruly little teenager if anything were to happen

she wishes he'd end up not coming to school, because she is an asshole she also concedes that's not something she should be saying as a teacher. yeah, no shit!

Giant Foot Man must return to his super important volley ball practice and what's her face mentions a tournament. I'm assuming this is all going to be very important later because otherwise this conversation sure would be really boring and out of place

Giant Foot Man makes it very clear that he has no real problems by saying that having high expectations placed on you is a problem

get a hobby you deformed fuck

he makes an aside about having to make up for the track team

hmmmm I wonder if this comes up again

he walks off and Kawakami CONTINUES complaining about Akira even though Giant Foot Man walked off and left her alone

in Sojiro's creepy Shaggin Wagon, they are stuck in traffic. Akira is uncomfortably close to Sojiro in his tiny car for barbies

he drives with his elbow on the back seat to dispel any notion you may have had that he isn't an enormous douche

he snaps at you that you're taking the train starting tomorrow even though he literally already said that, but whatever makes you feel better. this actually seems like kind of an authentic character moment because this seems like something a real person would actually do: tell someone something they already know in a really shitty, accusatory tone for no other reason than so they know you're mad

he unsmoothly segues into asking you if you think you can manage at the school where you just witnessed your teacher whining about how much she hates that you're in her class

sure, piece of cake

no matter how Akira responds, he finger wags you like a joyless school marm about not doing anything stupid, which is a conversation we must have had about 6 separate times now

he makes some really stupid comment about how he can't believe you'd re-enroll at a different school after you got expelled from another one. like, what the fuck? what's the alternative there, kojak? oop, I was unjustly expelled, I guess I'm fucked forever now

ironically, he notes that 'no one will be sympathetic with you' by illustrating his total lack of sympathy for you

oh my god he makes a hilariously tone-deaf complaint that if people are saying shit to your face at your school, they might 'say stuff' about him in the future too he's not even going to front like he's upset on Akira's behalf, he's just mad that he might be considered guilty-by-association

you're like 56 years old you self-centered wankstain

settle down and maybe realize no one thinks about you that much

he calls Akira 'troublesome' because his life is so very hard

when Akira asks why Sojiro did take him in, since he is such a monstrously terrible pain in the ass, he makes an excuse about how he was asked to take him in and just 'happened' to agree to it

like someone strongarmed into it

omg someone actually paid him to take Akira in too

holy shit

his tirade of bitchery is interrupted by another news story of a subway being derailed at Shibuya Station, right after he reiterated that Akira is to be taking the train because traffic is such an incredibly inconvenience to him. timely!

apparently they are in such a huge traffic jam because people don't want to die in a subway crash. what a bunch of inconsiderate pricks

another anime cut scene of a subway crash while Prosecutor Sae and some bald dude look on

they have a bunch of really awkward dialogue where Baldson Oldguy asks her out for a drink and she politely curves him

I don't think Atlus understands that prosecutors and detectives are different jobs

Sae walks by some fucking nerd in a peacoat who immediately demands that she feed him and talks like no real teenager who has ever existed on earth he wants sushi but she's only down for the conveyor belt kind

you don't get back to the cafe until so late that Sojiro couldn't open his cafe at all

I'm sure sales will really hurt with those two old people missing their daily single (1) cup of joe

he says there's something he needs to give to you but he makes you go upstairs first instead of just giving it to you right there

he throws a diary at Akira even though he could have just given it to you down stairs, then lays down the facts on your probation like Akira doesn't presumably already know them

Sojiro says he's obligated to report on Akira, and then tells him that he's going to make Akira keep a diary so that he can do all Sojiro's reporting for him. A+ guardianship you crusty old anus

also what is preventing Akira from just filling it with bullshit. 'dear diary today I volunteered at a nursing home and then sang carols at a hospital and spent absolutely zero minutes being a phantom thief'

omg Sojiro strikes a pose when he gets on the phone

he has a conversation with someone where his whole attitude flips and it's framed like it's some kind of booty call. I am very uncomfortable

he tells Akira he's bouncing and then tells him to 'do whatever he wants' for the rest of the night, like he's super spoiled for choice. golly, I wonder what it will be? sit on his couch and not watch TV? count the number of living spiders on the walls? draw pictures in the dirt on his desk? the possibilities are endless he tells Akira if he messes up his store and something goes missing, he'll hand him over to the cops. what could a fucking teenager possibly be interested in stealing from your fucking curry store? he gonna pilfer your fucking coffee grinder? oh no, what a tragedy

he tells you to go to bed even though he just told you you could do anything and then finally leaves

Akira stares at his dumbass diary. I think he should draw a bunch of dicks in it

some phone rings

Akira is like 'this isn't my phone' even though he should presumably know what his ringtone sounds like

he answers the big giant yellow phone

it's Sojiro

he wants you to flip the sign for him because he's a lazy asshole who can't be assed to walk the 4 feet back to his cafe and do it himself

if you ask him why the fuck he called the phone in his own cafe instead of Akira's personal cell number, he straight up says he 'makes it a habit not to save guys' numbers on my cell phone'

#masculinitysofragile

how insecure do you have to be to not even be able to tolerate having a dude's number in your cell

suck your own dick, you absolute toolbox

he says he's leaving Akira "in charge" of the door sign, because this task is so menial he just doesn't feel like doing it himself. hopefully Akira won't go mad with power at this tiny modicum of responsibility foisted on him by a dude who isn't paying him and won't feed him

I'm starting to think Sojiro isn't very nice, you guys

Akira goes outside and flips the sign

#persona 5 #vanilla p5 #p5

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danyka-fendyr · 6 years

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As the Raven Flies: Part 1

Did I edit? No. Is this probably terrible? Yes. Did I at least crank out approximately 2500 words of my brainchild in like, 3 hours? Yes. So we’re calling it a day. Please forgive me. (And yes, the series title is a reference to one of Frank’s many, many different alias’s/codenames/nicknames. Full disclaimer, I have yet to actually see the Punisher since I’m still working my way through Daredevil S2, so some of this might be a little (or a lot) OOC. Just think of it like an AU.) Big thanks to @dreamwritesimagines for letting me ramble out the entire concept of this to her through a series of anonymous asks because unfortunately this is just my side blog and my main blog is completely unrelated to any of this. Also thanks to @rhabakoli for laughing at my preview and appreciating my lame sense of humor.

“Matthew Murdock, if you drink milk straight out of the jug one more time, I’m telling your priest.”

Matt slammed the jug down on the counter, barely avoiding milk sloshing over the top.

“I’m blind. How am I supposed to know where the glass is to pour it in?”

“You and I both know that excuse won’t work on me, Mr. World-On-Fire.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “I let you live in my house. Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know, grateful?”

“You’ve got me there.” There was a pause, and Vivien leaned up against Matt’s counter, perched on the edge of her seat while Matt put the milk back in the fridge.

“So...how have you been doing?”

She didn’t answer.

“Vivien...please? Talk to me,” he said, turning and setting his palms firmly on the counter across from her.

“I’m fine. School is good. Spanish class is interesting.”

“Well, that’s good. Maybe you can teach Foggy something.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

He asked that question every day. How was she? How was someone supposed to answer that? Vivene didn’t know. So, she deflected, and Matt let her. She guessed he must have some idea how it felt. After all, the man didn’t have any family of his own either.

She leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling. Matt’s apartment had character, she’d give it that. If you ignored the bloodstains Matt smeared all over the place, and the ironically blindingly bright lights just outside his fricking huge windows, it was almost nice. In a grungy, trash sort of way. And it had been very poorly lit before Matt found her on the streets and took her in. Bleeding heart never could resist a pretty face, even if he couldn’t see them.

“Bought more cereal.”

“Aw, for me Matty?”

“For us,” he corrected.

“Mmhhmm,” she said, reaching over his arm to grab at the newspaper and scan the front page. “Hey look! It’s you again. Awww, and all your little friends. I love to see you playing nice Matt.”

“Ha, yeah. I guess you could call it that.”

“When are you having them over for dinner?” she asked sarcastically.

“I think Jessica would come to a formal dinner-or, any kind of dinner with all of us-over her dead body, Luke would eat me out of house and home, and I’m afraid Danny would try to do some kind of Feng Shui on my house but like...Tibetan monk style.”

“K’un Lun.”

“Isn’t that the same place?”

“Geography is important to me Murdock.”

“Uh huh.”

“You didn’t mention The Punisher.”

Vivien had never actually met the guy. Her stay with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was...a recent development in a long series of twists that had turned her life into something she was no longer sure she could recognize.

“I think Frank would come to anything Karen asked him to, and be grouchy the whole time.”

“So it’s true then? He really does have a thing for her?” Vivien leaned forward, slipping her lower lip between her teeth.

“Not that he would ever admit it, but yeah. I’m blind and even I can see it.”

She laughed. “Well, now she has to invite him. I have to see this with my own eyes since I can’t trust yours.”

“Good luck getting Karen to invite him just so you can prove he likes her.” Matt came around the counter, flopping onto the couch in that perpetually exhausted way of his.

“Well, I won’t say it like that, moron.”

“I’ll have you know I graduated from Columbia.”

“All on looks, I’m telling you. It’s a good thing you’re pretty, Murdock.” Very pretty.

Vivien hopped down from her stool, picking up the leftover takeout containers from last night that they may or may not have been too lazy to throw away then.

“So, are you going to let me patrol with you tonight?” she asked, throwing the takeout containers in the garbage and picking back up her newspaper before joining him on the couch.

Matt frowned. She knew he didn’t like the idea of her patrolling at all. Had fought her on it for the first few months of their...whatever this thing was. Arrangement would be the legal term, she guessed. It sounded legal, anyway. Eventually, though, she started sneaking out while he was out patrolling, and then he had to give in. And thus, she had started patrolling with Matt since he figured it was better she go out with someone than alone.

“I don’t think so. Frank is in town right now and I think it’s better if you don’t cross paths with him in uniform just yet. He can be a little...intense.”

“I can handle it. It’s not like I haven’t had worse. Remember, my-Oh my gosh Matt look at page six!”

“What? What? I’m still blind, Vivien!”

“They gave me a name!” she squealed, slamming the newspaper down on the counter.

“Oh, is that all? I thought something terrible happened.” Matt relaxed back into the couch, the cushions practically swallowing him whole in the spot he had sat in so many times there was a Matt-shaped indent.

“Matt you don’t understand, they gave me a name.”

He smiled, looking at her with those glassy eyes. “Well? What is it?”

“It’s just a temporary one for now. Since I’m seen with you so often, they’re calling me Hell’s Flames.” She frowned. “And then they talk about how small I am and call me Hell’s Sparks. I’m average height!”

“For an 18 year old girl? Maybe. For a vigilante? I hate to be the one to tell you this, but we tend to be a tall crowd. Especially the ones that aren’t superpowered.”

“That feels pretty heightist to me. You realize you’re average height, right Matt?”

“Superpowers. I’m an exception to the rule.”

“Well, maybe I have powers you just don’t know about.” Vivien flexed her fingers.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Take me out on patrol tonight. I want to give them a real name to call me.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, but nothing’s come to me.”

“Well, I can’t really help. I didn’t get to decide my name.”

“Yeah, I’m not letting that happen to me. We can’t all be pushovers, Murdock. And before you can argue with me, I have to meet Frank at some point. Why not now?”

Matt deliberated, picking up his cane from the coffee table to fiddle with it. After a long moment, he spoke.

“Fine. But stay by my side, and follow my orders.”

“Ay, ay, captain!” Vivien saluted cheerfully.

“And just so you know, I’m only allowing this because it’s a weekend!”

“Buzzkill.”

Speaking of buzzing, that was a good word for what Vivien was doing right now. She was going out to meet The Punisher. Potentially.

She knew Matt would try to steer her away from him, but honestly, Matt had never been that great at keeping her in check. She was a little too wild for him. She smirked, pulling her fingerless black gloves over her hands. She had been begging Matt for a real costume, not this, “I am the night” all black ensemble, but he insisted that all she was getting was a whole lot of matte bulletproof.

At least the gloves were leather. That was cool. And the boots. The boots were awesome. They were some weird cross between regular boots, combat boots, and hiking boots. Vivien wasn’t sure that there was really a word for them, but she liked them.

Finally, last but not least, there was the whole name issue. She didn’t really know what she wanted. She had thought about Beacon, like a beacon of hope, but that didn’t feel right. To close a connection to yellow. She was not ending up with a yellow costume. Firebrand had been an idea until Matt informed her it was taken. So in the end, it all circled back to one question.

Who was she? What was this city to her? Those felt like the kinds of mumbo jumbo questions Matt would ask her, but the problem was she wasn’t sure she knew. After everything that had happened lately, she had no idea what she stood for or what would make her fall.

Maybe it was time to figure it out.

“You ready kiddo?”

Vivien blinked. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good to go. Born ready.”

“Trust me, nobody is born ready for anything.”

“Well, I was. Now let’s get a move on Murdock, while the night is still younger than you. Not that that’s saying much.”

“Hey! I resent that,” Matt propped the window open, holding it so she could climb out onto the fire escape.

“Resent it all you want. You can’t change the truth.” Vivien felt the millionth lightbulb of the night ping in her head.

Truth. That was something she seemed to struggle with. Telling other people the truth. She had an uncanny ability to get it out of criminals though. Better even than Matt, who could hear their heartbeats, smell the sweat dripping off their skin. Maybe that was who she was. Someone who found the truth. But how did that translate into a superhero name? That, she would have to sleep on. Or fight on, tonight.

Matt hopped out the window behind her, and sooner rather than later, they were off, jumping across the rooftops. This had to be Vivien’s favorite part of her life right now. The carefree feeling of running, running as fast as she could from every last one of her problems and right into a set of brand new ones that would be much easier to solve. Feeling like no one could catch her. It was...exhilarating.

Plus she just really liked punching people in the face.

“Hey Daredevil?” she asked, slowing down to walk backward across the roof, hands clasped behind her back.

“Yeah?” It always took him a minute to respond to that name.

“What do you call people who find the truth?”

“I don’t know. Journalists?”

“In theory,” Vivien replied wryly. “But seriously. Like, someone without finding the truth as their profession.”

“I don’t know. There’s not really a title for people who just divine the truth like that.”

Divine. Divine…..”Diviner!”

“What? Gosh, could you please stop yelling all the time? Sensitive ears.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. But Ma-Daredevil, I’ve got it!”

“You’ve got what exactly?” They had come to a complete standstill now, on a rooftop about a 5 minute run from Josie’s.

Someone’s car alarm went off in the not so distant distance, and Vivien waited for Matt to deem it a carjacking or not. Was someone fumbling for their keys, or was someone fumbling to hotwire the thing? Matt waved it off, and she continued.

“Diviner. That can be my hero name.”

“Huh...well….I don’t think it’s taken. And you are good at finding the truth.”

He didn’t mention the very prominent case in which she had failed to find the truth. Failed to foresee an outcome that was inevitable, if she was honest with herself for 5 minutes. Vivien started running again.

“So, where are we headed?” she asked.

“Honestly? Away from Frank Castle.”

She stopped dead. “What? Are you being serious with me right now?”

“Yes. He’s on the other side of town right now.”

“Aaaaannd we’re turning around.” She pivoted on her heel as she spoke, ready to go find some trouble.

“Vivien, please?” Matt grabbed her wrist, gentle. “Please, for once, just listen to me when I tell you that you meeting Frank Castle right now would be a bad idea?”

She turned back to face him again, yanking her hand out of his grasp. “Why? Because he’s a big bad scary vigilante? Well, newsflash, so are you, Matt.”

Matt sighed. “I just...I don’t think it would be a good idea yet. And not because he’s a vigilante, or because you’re just a baby vigilante.”

“I am not a baby.”

“That sounds exactly like something a baby would say.”

“Babies can’t talk.”

Matt paused a moment.“Okay fine, but the point is that you’re not ready yet.”

“Please, Matt? Please? I’m ready for this. I promise. I’ve seen enough crap to handle this. And from what you’ve said, he’s just a big cranky teddy bear anyway.”

“Yeah, a teddy bear who murders people.”

“Which is exactly my kind of teddy bear. Would have come in handy.”

Matt sighed again. She seemed to have that effect on him. “Fine.”

“Thank you. You won’t regret this Matt. I promise.”

“The last time you promised me something, it was not something that bears repeating, and you did not follow through.”

“In my defense, it was 3 in the morning and I had recently been stabbed.”

“I told you to be more careful.”

“I know. I know. Enough small talk though. I’ve got a Punisher to meet.”

She ran faster now, Matt barely keeping up. She was laughing, excited. She had a name, and she was officially meeting other heroes. She was The Diviner. She felt more purpose-driven than she had in a long time.

She heard Frank Castle before she saw him. The gunfire was unmistakable. Unmistakable, and short-lived. She had heard the stories. It didn’t take Frank Castle long to kill someone. Or take them out Matt’s way.

“Wait here.”

“But-”

“Wait. Just a minute.”

Vivien rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as Matt jumped off the rooftop. She could faintly hear them fighting, itching to jump down and join them. Eventually, one of Matt’s batons landed on the rooftop next to her, and she took that as her signal. She picked it up, jumping down to the ground and right into the middle of a fight.

Immediately, she was ducking a punch. Looked like gang members. A whole crew of them. Frank Castle really knew how to piss a guy off. Or a few dozen guys, for that matter.

“Gosh I love this city,” Vivien mumbled under her breath.

Faster than you could say “Devil of Hell’s Kitchen”, Vivien was in the thick of it, using everything Matt had taught her and a few things she’d picked up for herself. Duck, block, swing, get sliced into like a turkey on Thanksgiving. Okay, so that last maneuver might not have been part of the plan.

She swore, dodging another blow and sweeping the guy's legs out from under him all in one only half-way clumsy move.

“Hey Red! Did now seem like the time for fresh meat to you?”

“Later. We can have this argument later.”

“That’s what he always says,” Vivien joked.

Frank didn’t laugh though, just kept blazing through these guys. He was so fast, and so efficient, that they were done in minutes. They probably would have been done faster if not for Matt’s insistence that no one died. It probably would have been funny to watch how worked up he got if Vivien didn’t agree with him. No more death. She had seen enough of that.

She took a deep breath, hands on her knees as she tried to calm down and slow her heart rate. Blood slicked the alley walls, mixing with dirt and the old, dried, crusty stuff that was so worked in it was impossible to tell it from the dirt. The only reason she knew there was an abnormal amount of blood on the alley walls of Hell’s Kitchen was because Matt had once told her he could smell it. Speaking of smells, this particular alleyway, like many others in this city, smelled like the inside of a urinal. Gross.

“How’s your arm?” Matt asked, immediately coming over to poke at it.

Vivien hissed, pulling away from him and narrowly sidestepping some unconscious thug’s arm. “Not in need of further manhandling, thanks.”

“It won’t scar,” Matt decided.

“Is that...who are you?” Frank demanded.

“The Diviner.” Vivien announced it with pride, the pain in her arm nearly forgotten.

“No, who are you? Red, did you bring a kid out here?” He turned on Matt, absolutely livid.

“I-”

“I’ll have you know I’m a legal adult. And technically, he said I couldn’t come. I have a problem with authority figures though.”

“How old are you?” Frank asked.

“18.”

“She’s still in high school, Red!”

Vivien had a bad feeling Matt was going to be next on Castle’s hit list. She should probably interfere with that.

“Listen, it was either going to be me going out with him, or me going out alone. Take your pick, Castle.”

Frank looked at her, almost seeming surprised as blood dripped down his mouth from a cut on his lip. He got over her defiance quickly though. “Or, not at all.”

“Are you going to be the one to babysit me then?”

He scowled, which couldn’t have been good for that cut. Then again, maybe he was used to it. She got the impression he did that a lot.

“How on God’s good green earth did you end up here?”

“I simply followed the sounds of angry gang members meeting their fate.” Vivien shrugged, refusing to take a step back when The Punisher glared.

“I mean, how did you get into this life. I swear Red, if you in any way encouraged this-”

“He didn’t. I just went through some crap, that’s all.”

“What kind of crap leads you to be a vigilante when you ain’t even out of school.”

“Frank-” Matt warned.

“It’s okay,” Vivien said.

She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders and saying it for what felt like the millionth time and also the very, very first. “My entire family is dead.”

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maknaesdancersrappers · 7 years

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devoted.

Jung Jaehyun || yandere!au(ish?), thriller(???), smut (im sure about this one lol), cursing, some pretty dark shit is under that keep reading line

word count: 9k

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T R I G G E R W A R N I N G.

A/N: i usually make a sideblog for scenarios and imagines but i cant commit to writing often //sighs at exo and svt fic blogs// so i’d rather post it on my main tumblr than on my AFF account which is strictly for memberxmember only (author name is on the gif lmao i got too lazy to edit it to my tumblr url) so here’s some jaehyun smut for all his hoes, me included.

P.S. this is based off my dream the other night and i deadass almost had a panic attack from it

As a boyfriend, Jaehyun was… devoted.

It was a mutual decision; a decision he had voiced out first, but later on deeply regrets.

Jung Jaehyun meant well when he had asked to take a break from your relationship because the final months of university was harder than both of you thought. You simply had no time for each other, especially since you come from two very different courses.

It’s been almost 4 years since you two began dating, thanks to that one Gen Ed subject you miraculously shared together during freshman year. If he hadn’t been late and ended up sitting beside you, neither of you would have crossed paths again.

Jaehyun loves you, he was completely smitten that day you had accidentally swung your head to him a little too strongly and caused your hair to whiplash against his face when all he asked was for the professor’s name to put on his forms.

And you love him, ever since he had flashed his signature dimpled smile, chuckling away your apologies for having smacked his face with your hair.

From pair works in class that turned to study sessions at the library, that turned to spending breaks together at the quad, that turned to dinner dates at the nearest pizzeria, and by then all of your friends can tell that you and Jaehyun weren’t just friendly classmates anymore.

As a boyfriend, Jaehyun was… devoted. He doted you; he made sure he showed how much he loves you every second that he can. It was cute at first, until you got used to it. It had never been a bother or a burden, no matter how many times your friends would point out it was starting to be creepy. But you always shrugged them off, saying it’s simply how Jaehyun was.

First week

“You and Jae?” Ten repeats, “Are taking a break from each other?” He scoffs and nudges Doyoung, “Are you hearing this?”

“Wait, I must have something in my ears.” Doyoung sticks a finger into each ear and pretends to clean them, “Okay, can you repeat that again, (Y/N)?”

You roll your eyes at them and Yebin throws her used tissues at the boys, “Ignore them, (Y/N.) But I’m just as surprised as they are. Are you and Jaehyun really taking a break?”

“Taking a break, in our definition, is not expecting dates every other night, texting or calling during breaks, you know, the usual things we do. And if by some miracle, we bump into each other, we’d just, smile, I guess.”

“Oh thank fuck, no more kissing like you haven’t seen each other in years.” Doyoung groans, only to screech when Yebin kicks his shin under the table.

“I bet you won’t last halfway the semester. Give or take a month?” Ten shrugs his shoulders.

Doyoung snorts, “I bet you won’t last a week.”

“It was his idea and we both agreed to it. We’re graduating soon and we both promised to do our absolute best for the last semester, so we’re getting rid of distractions.”

Ten hums, “It’s just unlike him to suggest it.”

You pout at him, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“He worships the ground you walk on.” Doyoung says in a tone like it was the most obvious thing that existed. “He worships you.”

“He’s just affectionate.” The bell rings, “And we’ll be late for class.” You stand up from your seat and they follow suit.

Third week

It took a while for you to get adjusted to the fact you’re on a break with Jaehyun. There were plenty of times you had to stop yourself from texting him to ask how he was or if he’s up to eat out together. When there was a knock on your apartment door, you had imagined it was him and not the food delivery you forgot about.

One fateful Friday, none of your subjects had given out homeworks to slave on during the weekend and Yebin had demanded for a mandatory and much needed girl’s night out at the new bar outside of campus. You were fine with the idea, until one of your friends, Minkyung, had took it upon herself to dress you up.

“No.” You automatically told her the second her hand reached for the last dress on the rack in your closet. It was probably the shortest dress you had owned. Despite its sweetheart neckline and flowy cloth, the A-line dress was cut off just above your thighs. It wasn’t the best dress to wear on windy days, to say the least. “That’s too short.”

“It’s cute and sexy!”

“But Jae–”

Minkyung cuts you off with a snap, “Last time I checked, you and Jaehyun are currently on break. Let your legs and ass breathe while they can. You’ve kept your best assets in pants or baggy shorts because Jaehyun doesn’t like it when guys ogle them.”

“Uhm, I don’t like being ogled by other guys, too.” You weakly shot back but she had already forced the dress on you and pushed you to the bathroom.

It didn’t take long for the three of you to get ready and hop into a cab that took you to the bar Yebin had not shut up about days prior from tonight. It was the typical bar set up, with booths surrounding the dance floor with 3 bartenders manning the bar and serving up cocktails one after the other.

Minkyung was fast enough to secure a booth for the three of you and you slip inside while Yebin ordered some drinks.

You realize that it’s been a long time since you were able to go out with them like this. You had always spent your free time with Jaehyun and although you missed him, this was a nice change, too.

Halfway through the night and six margaritas and 3 shots of tequila later, Minkyung and Yebin had coaxed you onto the dance floor. Intoxicated, you sway your body to the beat, laughing and singing along with your girls. You abruptly stop when a hand glides down from your waist to your hips.

“Excuse me, but I have a boyfriend.” You slurred a bit, but stood your ground to glare at the boy that felt you up.

“Really? Where is he then? Hm?”

You size him up quickly, he was shorter than Jaehyun but had Johnny’s built.

“It’s called a girl’s night out, jackass, so fuck off.” Yebin pulls you away but he grabs your arm and you cry in pain.

“I wasn’t talking to you, short stuff.” He hisses at Yebin, who responds with a harsh stomp on his foot.

Minkyung and Yebin whisks you away from him while he cusses at her.

“Are you okay? God, some guys are just jerks.” Minkyung snarls, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry for spoiling our night out.” You reassured her.

“You didn’t spoil it, babe. That jackass did. Besides, we’ve had one too many to drink, we should head on home.” Yebin pulls out her phone and books an Uber for the three of you.

Hangovers are the worst. Usually, Jaehyun would have prepared you some painkillers and a decent breakfast, but today, you and your roommates ate cereal in front of the television with the volume down low.

“I feel like shit. Are we too old to enjoy getting wasted already? Shit!” Yebin cries, clutching her head with one hand while jamming a spoonful of soggy cornflakes into her mouth.

“Someone ask somebody to bring us painkillers. My head is killing me.” Minkyung whines, rubbing her temples.

You grab your phone and to text Doyoung, who instantly replied with his dismay of your state but will still bring over some painkillers.

The television suddenly sounds an alarm, making all three of you groan and cover your ears.

“Breaking News from Seoul Central University. Finance student, Kim Iljung, 22, was found beaten up outside a bar on the outskirts of the campus. The victim reported that he was ambushed from behind with a bat and was not able to see his assailant.”

“(Y/N), isn’t that the guy that felt you up?” Minkyung points out and you look at the ID photo the news report flashed.

“Oh shit, yeah. Oh my god.” You gasp as the reporter described the injuries the boy had sustained.

“Kim claims that he does not know who did this and the reason behind it. He is currently recovering in the campus hospital and is working with the campus police to catch his assailant.”

“Serves him right for molesting (Y/N)! Karma’s a bitch.” Yebin says, drinking the leftover milk from her bowl.

“Karma or not, it’s scary. To be randomly assaulted like that? What if one of us were in his place?” You visibly shuddered. “I mean, who could do something like that?”

Ninth week

You’ll be having your period soon.

You know this because on top of craving all sorts of food twentyfour-seven and experiencing drastic mood swings to your friend’s unfortunate luck, you had to deal with a need that Jaehyun knew all too well to handle. But you haven’t contacted him as part of the conditions of taking a break which only meant you had to take care of yourself.

It was half past midnight when you were sure your roommates were in deep sleep in their respective rooms that you decided to lock your room and raise the volume of the music you usually played at night just a tad louder in case you got a little too vocal.

You haven’t touched yourself in a long time. And even if you had, it was under the predatory gaze of your boyfriend.

Play with yourself. He’d command and you would automatically open your legs and obey.

Everything felt tentative and unsure while your hands ran up and down your naked body. Your mind conjured up scenarios of all the times you and Jaehyun had fooled around and finally, your hand made its way to your core. Sighing, you circle your clit with the tip of your forefinger and shudder at the sensation.

You bite down your lower lip when you attempt to slip your finger inside you. After a few pumps, you slip in a second finger and a moan escapes you accompanied by your boyfriend’s name.

Yes, baby, that’s it. You could practically hear him whisper the words.

“Shit.” You remembered the last time you and Jaehyun masturbated with each other. Much like how you were lying down on your bed with your legs spread out and fingers knuckle-deep inside you, you imagined Jaehyun seated at the chair by your study table, with his large hand wrapped around his cock. You whimpered when you remembered how his eyes watched your fingers disappear inside you.

“A-ah.” You softly cry when you pump faster and harder, trying to match the speed and force Jaehyun had always used on you, but ultimately failed. You plant your feet on the mattress and lift your hips up when you finally feel yourself find the pleasure you’ve been craving for. “Jae.” You whine as your other hand squeezed one of your boobs.

There was a low groan that echoed into the room and for a split second you thought you had imagined it, but it sounded all too real and all too close for it to be a fragment of your imagination. You shoot up from the bed, your hands grabbing the sheets to cover your body as your eyes dart to the window to see a shadow move across it.

Fear seizes your heart, but you had to confront it. As quickly as you can, you run to your window and open it. Your dorm was on the second floor and if there was someone who had seen you, he was fast enough to go down the fire escape. But you shake it off, hoping it was nothing but your imagination.

You close the window before you can catch a cold, not noticing the gooey, white substance splattered on the window pane.

Sixteenth week

Finals were next week and you were at your wits end. You were neck deep in stress and you were desperate to release it. You were in no mood to drink and the girls had their own finals to study for. As you walked home late at night from the library, you stop in front of the university gymnasium.

It had been a while since you’ve went swimming.

You quit the team when you learned that Jaehyun quit the basketball team to make time for you.

The pool would have long been closed by now, but that’s not gonna stop you from sneaking in. You jumped the fence after checking no one was around and made your way to the building where the pool was.

The janitors always kept a spare key inside the emergency fire hose and with that, you successfully entered the indoor swimming pool.

The pool lights were left on as usual and you drop your bags to the side, your clothing following them soon after.

With only your matching red underwear, you slowly slip into the pool, half-moaning and half-whining at the cold water enveloping your body. When your body adapted to the coldness, you dive down and swim close to the tiled floor. From under the water, you look up and panicked when a blurred black mass stood at the side of the pool, causing you to resurface.

“Jesus Christ!” You gasp when you realized who it was. “Jaehyun!” You scolded, “You scared me!”

“Sorry.” He chuckles, lowly, pulling out one of his earbuds from his ear and letting it fall out from the hoodie of his jacket.

“How did you even know I was here?”

“I was out for a jog when I saw you jump the fence.” Once he said that, you noticed he was wearing his usual running clothes. There were a few beads of sweat sliding down his face and his breath was a little ragged. He squats down and offers you a half smile, “If anything, I should be asking you why you’re sneaking into the pool after closing time.”

You bite your lip and swim towards him. “The past weeks have been hard on me and I need to destress. Won’t you help me, Jae?”

His eyes darkened despite the pool lights shining in them. “I don’t think that’s how taking breaks from a relationship works, (Y/N).”

“We’ve made it this far, Jae. Can’t we cheat this break thing?”

“(Y/N)” He warns.

“Please, Jae. For me?” You unconsciously bat your lashes at him and he sighs.

“I don’t have my swimming trunks.”

You giggle at him, “If you haven’t noticed, I’m in my underwear.”

He watches you a little bit more and you thought he was hesitating, so you reach up and unzip his jacket for him. “Do you need help or are you going to let me play by myself?”

That made him smirk and he rises from the ground, discarding his jacket and peeling his shirt away.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of seeing his body again and it made you almost guilty to feel so sexually deprived for the past months. He pushes his running shorts down and reveals his boxers.

Your teeth bite down on your lips again when he kicks his shoes off and smirks at you before diving head first into the water. You swim backwards, trying to tease him as he swims to you from underneath. He resurfaces right in front of you the second your back hits the side of the pool.

Jaehyun wipes away the excess water off his face while you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Hi.” You whisper, laughing when he flashes you a smile as you helped pushed his wet hair back.

“Hi.” He breathes, grabbing onto your thighs and guiding your legs around him. “So you needed to destress?”

You nod your head, sliding the hand that pushed his hair back down the side of his face. “How are you gonna help me?”

He pulls your hips closer and grinds his erection against your clothed sex, eliciting a silent gasp from you. “I can think of a few things.”

“C-care to show me?” You stuttered, unable to say anything else as Jaehyun continues to gyrate his hips into you.

For the first time in months, you kissed each other.

The open kiss was messy and sloppy, and it was desperate, needy, and hungry. You clawed his bare back, looking for support as you slid down his body. In response, he pushes you against the side of the pool, the corner biting into your back had hurt but you couldn’t care less. His tongue had invaded your mouth, stroking your own as one of his hands roughly grab your breasts, pushing above the water’s surface.

You throw your head back, resting it against the poolside as Jaehyun clumsily thumbs your hardened nipple and trails a sloppy kiss from your cheek, to your jaw, and stopped short on the side of your neck.

Just as you slowly lose yourself with Jaehyun’s actions, a high pitched whistle hurls you back to reality.

“Shame on you two, fucking in a public pool.” Deep laughter follows afterwards.

Your eyes snap to the entrance where a group of boys watched in amusement. Humiliated, you hide yourself using Jaehyun’s body who shielded you nonetheless.

“Do you mind?” He snaps at them, defensively putting his arms around you.

“Yeah, man, we do mind.” One of them hollers, “We wanted to swim in sperm-free water.”

You flinch when they laugh once more, “Jae, let’s just go.”

He doesn’t react immediately; dark eyes glaring straight to the space behind you. His breathing had slowed and became heavy.

“Jaehyun,” You cup his cheek and make him face you, “Baby, let’s just go.”

It takes him another second to react. He closes his eyes and kisses your forehead. “Okay.”

The guys didn’t pay attention to either of you anymore as they jumped into the far end of the pool. Jaehyun helped you get out of the pool and instinctively, he checked on the guys as he got out after you. Just as he expected, one of them was checking you out while you bent over to grab your things.

“Hey!” He shouts, “I’d appreciate it if you stopped checking my girlfriend out.”

“Can’t help it, man. No wonder you can’t keep your hands off of her.” You see him look at you once more in an overly appreciative manner that made you shudder. On the corner of your eye, you can see Jaehyun tense up and ball his fists. “Jaehyun, leave him alone. It’s not worth our time, come on.”

“Do her real good, man!”

It took all your strength to hold Jaehyun down before he can even properly react. “Baby, please, I just want to go home.” You almost begged him and he finally relented.

Snatching your clothing up, both of you head for the locker rooms to dress before leaving the premises.

“Let me walk you home.” Jaehyun pulled you to his side after seeing you shiver.

After a while, he quietly says, “I’m sorry about those dickheads.”

“It’s not your fault. Maybe it’s the universe saying we shouldn’t be cheating on taking a break.” You huddled closer to him. “But I really miss you, Jae.”

“I miss you, too.” He plants a kiss on the top of your head. “We have a week left. I think we can hold out until then.”

“Until then? Hold out, what exactly?” You tease, spinning on your heels as you arrive to the doorstep of your apartment.

He leans down and kisses the spot between your jaw and your ear. “What could have happened back in the pool and so much more in the privacy of our homes.” His whisper was deep and low, tickling your ear and making you pull away with a short laugh.

“I can’t wait, then.” You let him kiss you on your lips. “Get home safely, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry for not helping you destress.” Jaehyun slightly pouts at you and you smile at him.

“I had this time with you.” You shrugged your shoulders, “It helped.”

“You can always play with yourself again.” He chuckles under his breath. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And with one last kiss, he walks away.

You turn around and reach for the door, but realization hits you before you can turn the knob.

Did Jaehyun say… ‘again’?

Seventeenth week

You were finally through with exams and all you had to do now was wait for graduation. Jaehyun still had one last exam to finish in the afternoon, as Ten told you, so you guys, along with your roommates and Doyoung, decided to go to the mall.

When everyone grew tired of window shopping, Doyoung had suggested to head over to the arcade. Yebin had challenged Ten to breaking the high score on the basketball games while Minkyung had devoted herself into getting the large minnie mouse tsum tsum in the claw machine.

“Let’s play air hockey like old times!” You pulled Doyoung by his arm.

“Right! So I can beat you, like old times.” He laughs and avoids being shoved by you.

“We’ll see about that.”

He swipes the arcade card into the air hockey machine and the puck pops out in front of you. You place the puck onto the table and grip the striker.

“Are you ready to lose?”

“I should be asking you tha–hey! That’s not fair!” He yells when you make your turn and the puck goes straight into the goal.

“Whoops.” You feigned innocence. “If you’re so great, my leading point shouldn’t be a bother.”

Grumbling to himself, Doyoung places the puck back into the table and swings as hard as he could, making it bounce everywhere before you could block it and send it back to him. He had struck it too hard and made it hit the sides that ultimately led it straight into his goal.

“What the hell!” He complains and glares at you as you laughed out loud.

“That’s two points for me!” You cheer, preparing to block his next shot.

As the game continued, you couldn’t help but laugh at all the nonsense complains Doyoung kept stuttering out. Tears even made it to your eyes when he had made an effort to put all his weight into blocking the puck but he had missed it and stumbled away from the table.

“Are you sure you’re as good at this game as you say you are?” You jeered, peeking up at him through your lashes, but your eyes catch sight of someone else. “Jae?”

Doyoung cheers when the puck slips past you while you were distracted.

You eyes flutter down when the puck plops out of the bank by your legs but you ignore it and look back behind Doyoung. Jaehyun wasn’t there anymore.

“What’s wrong?” He stops his mini celebration and turns around, trying to look for what you were staring at.

“I just… I thought I saw Jaehyun.”

He whips his head back at you with a confused expression. “He should be taking an exam right now.” He glances down at his wristwatch. “Well, if he was fast, he could be done, but it would still take him some time to get here.”

“Right. I was just seeing things.”

After a few more minutes at the arcade, you head over to a fastfood chain across the arcade.

“To console you on your loss in our neck-to-neck air hockey match, I’ll buy you ice cream.” Doyoung wraps an arm around your shoulders, “Sound good?”

“Add in some fries and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be okay about losing.”

He exaggerates a sigh, “My best friend, using me for free food.” He lightly pinches your shoulder, “You’re lucky I love you or else–”

It happened so fast that you could barely register it into your mind.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? Keeping her warm for me?”

The voice didn’t register at first, but the face that owned it did.

“Dude, what the hell?!” Doyoung scrambles onto his feet with Ten’s help.

Jaehyun steps forward but you block him. “Jae, what is wrong with you?”

“What is wrong with me? I finished my exam early and rushed here to see you, but I see him,” He juts his chin towards Doyoung, “With his arm around you.”

“What’s happening here?” A mall security guard approached your group.

“A misunderstanding, nothing we can’t handle ourselves. Sorry for the trouble.” You bow your head at him and grab Jaehyun’s arm. “Can we talk outside?”

He casts a glare at Doyoung before letting you pull him out. On the way to the exit, you recognized the same group of boys that chanced upon you and Jaehyun in the swimming pool from the previous week. You were ready to avoid their gazes, but they had seen you and immediately steered clear from you–and you didn’t fail to notice the fear in their expressions. Glancing up at Jaehyun, you could see the smug look on his face as he watches the group retreat.

You walk out into the parking lot and spin around to face him. “Do you want to explain yourself for what you did back there?”

Jaehyun frowns, “He had his arm around you.”

“I–Jae! He is Doyoung. Kim Doyoung. My best friend since pre-school. My best friend who is asexual. You know that!”

“He can’t be asexual forever. For all we know, he’s already got a crush on you!”

“Why are you being jealous of him? He’s my best friend and will always just be my best friend.”

“He just said he loves you!”

“And I love him back, as in, platonically, which I think is what he meant!” You groan in frustration. “You’re being ridiculous!”

Jaehyun scowls, “I’m being protective of my girlfriend!”

You suck in your lips and stare him down, “Your girlfriend that you’re technically on a break with.”

“What?” His body visibly tensed up.

“Maybe we should extend the break for a week or two.” You began to step back, but he follows you.

“What?” Jaehyun repeats, “Why?”

“Because, Jae,” You snap and he flinches at your tone, “I need time to get over what you just did inside to my best friend and you need time to contemplate over your actions and apologize to Doyoung.”

“(Y/N).” He whines.

“Jaehyun, please.” You cross your arms over your chest, defensively, and he stops in his tracks, looking at you with pleading eyes. You shake your head with regret and turn away, walking to the mall front.

He hadn’t followed you or tried to stop you, and you were thankful for that.

You take out your phone, book and Uber, and sent a text to Yebin, saying you’re heading home to rest, and then sent one to Doyoung, apologizing for Jaehyun’s actions and asked if he was okay.

Yebin replies with a kissy face emoji and a short message that she and Minkyung will bring home some dinner for you, to which you replied with a quick thank you.

Doyoung responds to your text a little while after, telling you that he’s fine; that nothing was broken or bleeding, and Jaehyun came back to check up on him and to apologize for punching him.

You close your phone as you see your Uber arriving and hop inside. Jaehyun had never reacted that way and it came as shock to you that he did. He was always that shy and nice kid that everyone was friends with. He was never assertive, but you knew it irked him when guys would so much give you excessive attention.

Seventeen weeks and three days

With classes over and practices for graduation rites starting in two weeks, you were left bored at home while Yebin and Minkyung had their exhibits and recitals to attend to. You woke up at noon and ate late lunch in front of the television, catching up on all the dramas you’ve missed for the sake of studying.

It pained you to watch some romantic scenes, if you were to be honest with yourself. It reminded you of Jaehyun and how he had acted a few days ago.

You learned from Ten, since he’s been seeing Jaehyun’s roommate, Johnny, that Jaehyun was either cooped up in his room or spending his hours at the gym.

The news didn’t make you feel any different. You missed him so much, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to give in. He had to apologize and admit his mistakes.

You fell asleep in the middle of a drama and was woken up by your cellphone ringing. The caller ID read Unknown, but you answer it either way.

“Hello?” You yawned. The other line was silent. Thinking there was a problem with the signal, you stand up and walk closer to the window. “Hello?” You repeat. “Who is this?”

As the line continued to remain silent, you decided to hang up.

The call was unsettling, but you shake it off and gasp to see that it was half past 8 already. You trudged to the kitchen, taking out some left overs from the fridge and pop it into the microwave. While waiting for it to heat up, you scroll through your SNS; liking pictures, watching random videos. You see Taeyong’s new profile pic that showed his newly bleached hair and you give it a heart eyes emoji react.

The microwave beeps and you close your phone to eat your dinner in silence.

As you cleaned up after your meal, you’re overcome with the sense of someone watching you. There was a palpable tension in the air and you convince yourself to look behind you. You regret not turning the lights on in the living room, leaving the open space dark and barely illuminated by the kitchen lights.

Your imagination went haywire, thinking how possible it was for someone to stand in the darkest corner and possibly staring you down, mocking how you can’t see them. But your eyes adjust to the darkness and you can map out the tall lamp shade Yebin’s mother had gifted you guys the day you moved in.

You let out an awkward, shaky laugh. “It’s all in your mind, (Y/N).”

Your phone rings, ripping through the silence and effectively made the tiny hairs all over your body stand up. “Motherfuck.” You hiss, clutching your heart as you take your phone from the counter.

It was an unknown number again.

“Hello?” You answer, a little too aggravated.

There was static on the other side and thinking the cell service was bad from the kitchen, you move to window and peek up into the cloudy sky. “Hello? This better not be a prank phone call.”

Instead of the silence you expected, you hear slow, heavy breathing.

“Hello? Who is this?” The clouds move and the moon shines the ground below. Your eyes drop to the street below and your chest tightens.

On the sidewalk that leads to your apartment building, there was a man dressed in a black hoodie, ripped jeans, and a black face mask covering half his face. He was looking up at your building, you weren’t so sure since his hoodie had casted a shadow over his eyes. But what caught your attention was his hand, holding up a phone to his ear.

You see his chest heave and at the same time, an exhale comes from the other line of your phone.

You drop your phone and stumble backwards as a scream erupts from your throat. You hear your roommates concerned shouts from outside the hall as they scramble to open the front door.

By the time they reach you, you were on the floor, shaking uncontrollably and crying from what you had seen.

Seventeen weeks and four days

Your landlady came to visit you and told you she had asked the campus police for extra security every night. They had also tried to trace the unknown number, but didn’t get any leads and guessed it came from a burner phone. Nevertheless, they reassured you that they’ll continue to investigate your case.

Minkyung and Yebin had slept beside you last night to comfort you, but the thought of having a stalker still haunted you.

You were still jittery and with your mind playing tricks on you, you grab your phone and head out.

“Hey, I heard from Ten what happened. Are you okay?” Johnny asks as he opens the door for you.

“More or less? Uhm…” You look inside the room as you toed off your shoes.

“He’s taking a shower. He actually planned to go to you, but I guess you beat him to it.” Johnny cocks his head to the small bouquet of flowers on the side table. “I’m meeting Ten for an early dinner.”

“Bye.” You quietly say as you watch him close the door behind him.

With soft steps, you make your way to Jaehyun’s room. It was tidy as it always was. You can hear him singing as the shower turned on and it makes you smile.

As you move to sit on the bed to wait for him, your eyes catch the black face mask on his table. “Has he been sick?” You frown to yourself, walking over to it. Upon closer inspection, you find an old-school phone beneath it. You dismissed it as a toy when you try to open it and consequently failed to do so.

Your eyes travel to the picture frame beside it. It was you, of course. You were with him to help him choose the picture he’d have printed and framed. You pick it up only to put it down as fast as you could when your fingers came into something sticky.

“Ugh, Jung Jaehyun!” You hiss, stretching your hand as far away as possible. You were disgusted, to say the least, but a part of you is flattered to know your boyfriend jacks off to you instead of some porno video or magazine. You walk to his laundry basket and grab the first thing you could and wiped your hands on it.

You feel bad for using one of his black hoodies to clean your hands but he’d understand. As you returned the dirty laundry back into the pile, you noticed the light washed denim jeans inside. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach when you see that they were tattered. It’s a coincidence, you convince yourself, a horrible coincidence.

You throw the jacket back into the basket and walked over to the other side of the room to sanitize your hands with the bottle of rubbing alcohol liked to keep there. Your emotions have suddenly turned a complete 180 degrees; when you stepped inside the apartment, you felt safe and secured. But after running into items that looked so out of place and had triggered your memories of the past events the last weeks, you were uneasy.

The sound of the shower turns off and you cast a glance at the bathroom door, catching your reflection on the full length mirror. You blink repeatedly, seeing (yet another) item that you did not know Jaehyun had owned.

Your heart began to speed up as you twist around to get a better look. You could hear your heart beating in your ears with every slow step you took towards the corner of the room. There, hidden behind an armchair, resting against the crevice where the adjacent walls met, was a metal baseball bat. You wanted to throw up as your mind connected the dots.

Jaehyun was always protective of you.

“(Y/N)?”

You gasp, turning around, putting a hand over your chest.

Jaehyun, dressed in a loose shirt and boxers with a towel haphazardly thrown over his head, looked as equally as surprised as you.

He couldn’t possibly have done it.

You choke on the onslaught of tears, running to him and burying your face into his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.” He automatically wraps his arms around you, smoothing your hair down. “You’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

Jaehyun holds you tight, letting you cry out the remaining fear from the previous night, all the while placing kisses on your head and rubbing your back.

“Oh god,” You breathe in, smelling his strawberry-scented shower gel. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too.” He pulls away, tilting your face towards him. “How are you? Did you get any sleep? If I found out any sooner, I would have gone over to you.”

You shake your head, “I couldn’t sleep properly, even though Yebin and Minkyung stayed with me.”

“Have you eaten at least? Let me cook something for you to eat.”

“I-I… Don’t leave me here.” You hated yourself for sounding so weak.

Jaehyun offers you a soft smile, “No one’s going to hurt you while I’m around. But if you really don’t want to stay in my room, you can come with me to the kitchen.”

He leads you to the kitchen by the hand, his thumb running over your knuckles. He makes small talk with you, asking how your finals went, and you smile to yourself, seeing how he wanted to get your mind off last night.

You respond to his questions and watch him fry some eggs and slices of pork. It didn’t take too long for him to serve it to you with some reheated rice from this morning.

“Eat up, baby girl.”

“Baby girl?” You smirked, “Should I call you daddy, then?”

Jaehyun laughs, a blush still makes it way to the apples of his cheeks. “Be careful what you wish for.” He whispers into your ear, trying to sound seductive but ended up chuckling.

He watches you eat and from time to time, lets you feed him some.

“What are your plans after graduation?” He asks out of the blue.

You swallowed your food, “My plans?”

He nods, waiting for you to answer.

“Get a job?” You shrug, “I haven’t thought about that at all, actually.”

“How about moving into a new apartment?”

You pause for moment, “I don’t know if I can afford it, but my contract for my apartment right now ends two months after graduation so I should probably look into it.”

“Well,” Jaehyun massages his nape and avoids your gaze; a telltale sign he was nervous. He looked exactly the same when he first asked you out. “My parents graduation gift for me is my own apartment room in downtown Seoul. I was wondering if, you know, you’d want to move in with me.”

You stare at him, trying to process what he had just said. “Will your parents be okay with that? I mean, I thought you and Johnny would still be sharing an apartment.”

“He and Ten have their own plans, besides, I’m not sharing a bed with Johnny.” That makes you giggle and he lets out a short chuckle of his own, “And about my parents… they love you like their own daughter. They wouldn’t mind. I’m willing to bet they’re hoping for grandchildren in two years.”

“Woah there, big boy.” You laugh, “How about we take baby steps instead of hoping of seeing our baby take their first ones, huh?”

“Tell that to my parents.” He grumbles like a child and you reach up to pinch his cheeks.

“Anyways, I’d love to.”

“Hm?”

“I’d love to move in with you.”

It takes a second for Jaehyun to grin at your answer, both cheeks displaying a dimple each. “Really?”

You giggle at his reaction, biting down on your lower lip while you nod. “Yes, really.”

He pulls you in for multiple kisses, making you laugh in between each one. The last one he planted stayed longer against your lips, igniting a heat below your belly. His tongue grazes your lips and you instantly grant him access into your mouth, moaning at the sensation of his tongue sliding against yours.

His hands snake onto your thighs, roughly massaging them before pulling you tight against his body. You cling onto him; mouths undetached as he hauls you up and takes you back to the bedroom.

As if you were a delicate piece of china, Jaehyun sets you down on his bed with utmost care. He pulls away from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva between your lips before it snaps as he straightens himself to remove his shirt.

“Oh, god.” You groan, “I can’t believe I lasted 4 months.” You palmed him over his boxers with one hand while the other travelled upwards, fingers dancing across the expanse of the hard muscles of his abdomen and chest. Before you can slip your hands into his shorts, he grabs both of your wrists.

“I still owe you a destresser.” Jaehyun reminds you with a matching smirk on his lips.

You let him undress you, watching his eyes dart to every newly exposed skin and grow darker with carnal lust to every drop of clothing article on the floor by his feet. When you’re finally stripped off of all your clothes and underwear, he gently pushes you back until you’re lying on the bed. With a light tap on your thighs, your legs part to make room for him.

He removes his boxers and kneels on the bed, one hand already stroking his hard member. He leans down and kisses you, “I’m going to show you how much I missed you.”

“Don’t hold back.” You challenged and he playfully scoffs at you.

“When have I ever held back?”

Before you could answer, a digit dips into your core. A shaky sigh escapes you as Jaehyun languidly moves his finger around.

“Show me how much you missed me first.” He quietly says, “Use my hand.”

Whimpering, you covered his hand with your own, grinding your clit into his palm. Your fingers tapped onto his middle finger and he got the message, inserting it along with his pointer finger. He dragged them against your inner walls that caused you to softly moan.

You lifted your hips, hoping to get some more leverage but Jaehyun flexes his middle finger and it brushes against your g-spot. You gasp, dropping your weight back down to the bed. From there, Jaehyun takes over.

With no warning, he pumps his fingers into you, curling them inside before pulling out. It felt amazing and your body was already starting to convulse. He continued his actions, going harder and faster, ignoring the signs of your oncoming orgasm.

You cry out, grabbing onto his wrist with both hands as your body violently shook.

Not wasting any time, Jaehyun takes whatever essence of your climax his fingers collected and smears it over his cock, giving it a few more pumps before he slides it in you.

Your moan may or may not have been too loud for the neighbors to hear, but you had no control over it. Despite being sensitive and still high from your orgasm, you try to spread your thighs further for him. One of your legs pinned his on the bed while you wrapped the other around his hips.

Jaehyun mumbles something about you being tight and how it feels amazing just before he begins to thrust, slow and deep. He leans over and kisses your neck, alternating between sucking and licking every patch of skin he can get his mouth on.

“I’m going to mark you so other guys wouldn’t think twice about hitting on you, okay?” He thrusts a little too hard, as if to punctuate his question, and you groan in response.

“Yes, yes,” You gasp, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. “I’m yours.”

He makes almost an animalistic growl, hips moving more erratically with your words. “Say that again.”

“I’m yours.” You chant, almost like a prayer.

With every repetition of your invocation, Jaehyun snaps his hips into you, gaining more speed and power. It had you curling your toes and teetering over a cliff, ready to jump head first into ecstasy only he can deliver.

Your body thrashed against him as he gave you your second mind-blowing orgasm for the night. He helps you ride it out, keeping your hips still as he shallowly pushed into you. Unintentionally, you clenched around him and he moans at the sensation.

“Shit, that feels so good, baby.” He rasps, throwing his head back.

“Won’t you come?” You asked, pouting up at him as you catch your breath.

Slowing down his thrusts, he looks down at you. He studies how you were still shivering from your high, how his kisses on your necks have bloomed into a bouquet of purple flowers, how your breasts rose with every haggard breath. He takes one into his hand, softly palming it. “I’m getting there.”

“Is there anything you want me to do?” You watch his eyebrows scrunch up and his lips curl into a wicked grin.

He pulls out of you all of a sudden and crawls until his knees are on either side of your chest. “Open up.”

You part your lips and stick your tongue out a little.

Jaehyun groans at the lewd sight of you; taking his cock into his hand and pumping as fast as he can. He places the tip on your tongue when beads of pre-cum ooze out.

You lick it up immediately, coaxing him to ejaculate by running your tongue on the underside of his cock’s head.

A string of curses fall from Jaehyun’s lips as he finally found the final push he needed to come. White, hot liquid shoots into your mouth and amidst of you swallowing it, the remaining cum splashes onto your cupid’s bow, cheek, and chin. He cries out in anguish when you push yourself up to suck him dry with hollowed cheeks. As you fall back to bed, one last spurt escapes him and hits your brow.

Seeing it dribble down your eyelid, Jaehyun uses his thumb to swipe it off. Before he can clean his finger, you grab hold of his wrist and guide it to your mouth, collecting the salty substance with your tongue.

“Jesus christ, (Y/N).” Jaehyun exhales, feeling his cock twitch at the salacious scene.

“I just missed how you tasted.” You giggled, kissing his thumb. “Still delicious.”

He combs your sweat-slicked hair and chuckles, his ears turning red at the compliment, “Well, I’m sure you taste sweeter.”

You jut out your lower lip at him, “How would you know? You haven’t tasted me in months.”

“Oh?” His eyes glaze over once again, “Is that a challenge?”

“Baby,” You coo, “It’s an invitation.”

If his dimpled smile made you melt, a dimpled smirk made you melt in other places–places he was about to visit.

“Don’t mind if I do, then.” He trails a kiss from between your breasts down to your navel.

Your jaw drops when he arrives right at your core and does his magic.

You dip your head back down further on the bed, moaning at every flick of his tongue. You turn your head to the side and your eyes fall on the baseball bat from earlier. You had a clearer view of it this time.

You had a clearer view of the other end stained with dark red splatters.

Your blood ran cold and you froze up.

Jaehyun, realizing immediately that you had stopped responding to his actions, pulls away and looks at you. His gaze follows yours and once he spots what had grabbed your attention, he hovers above you and places a hand on either side of your head. “Look at me.” He commands.

“You couldn’t have…” You murmur, meeting his darkened eyes.

“He touched you.” He simply states, devoid of any emotion.

“Jaehyun!” You reprimand, but he cuts you off.

“He disrespected you, (Y/N). I wasn’t going to let that pass by!”

“How did you even know I was the bar? Were you following me?”

“I wanted to make sure you were safe!”

You push him off, scooting off the bed and picking out your clothes from the floor. This wasn’t something you wanted to discuss in the nude. “Well, I was! Yebin and Minkyung were there with me. We left before he could do anything else. You didn’t have to beat him up with a bat! Jesus christ! Jae! You’re wanted by campus police.”

“He got what he deserved, (Y/N).” He coolly shrugs his shoulders, grabbing his boxers and slipping them on while watching you dress.

“And what about those guys from the pool?” You suddenly remembered running into them the other day.

“I only meant to go after the one who couldn’t keep his eyes off you.” Jaehyun admits, “But his friends came looking for him, so I had to deal with them as well.”

“You took them by your–” You shut your eyes in frustration and disbelief. It felt like you didn’t even know the man in front of you. Shaking your head with a scoff, you avoid his piercing glare.

Another thought pops into your head, a scarier one that gave you goosebumps.

You look to the table and stare at the black face mask, “…w-were you the guy last night?”

“Yes. I was outside your window, too, when you masturbated.”

You gaped at him with horrified astonishment. “Why?” It took every fiber of your body not to start shaking from fear and disgust. “You scared me shitless!”

“That was the point.”

Your jaw drops, unable to formulate a proper response, nevertheless, Jaehyun continues.

“I had to scare you back to me.”

“What?!”

“I was losing you.” His voice finally breaks from the monotony and raises an octave higher. “You asked for an extension when I was at my limit. I missed you!”

“I was mad! You punched my best friend, Jaehyun! I had the right to be! And it didn’t mean you were losing me. I just needed time to cool down!” You pinch the bridge of your nose. Never, in the four years, you and Jaehyun have spent together did you argue like this. This was a completely different side to your boyfriend and all these revelations were giving you a headache. You needed time to process them. “I can’t do this.”

You make a move to leave but Jaehyun blocks your path.

“Can’t do what?” His voice had dropped and his eyes were practically black as the night. Taken aback from his demeanor, you were unable to respond to him, making him ask again in a raised voice. “Can’t do what, (Y/N)?!”

“Let me go, Jae. I need to go.”

“Go where? Who are you running of to, huh? Doyoung? Taeyong?”

“Why are you dragging Taeyong into this?”

Jaehyun scowls, “I saw you giving his picture a heart eyes react.”

“Oh my god!” You shout, “Do you hear yourself right now? So I liked his new photo because I thought his new hairstyle looked good. He’s our friend, remember? Jaehyun, please, let me leave.”

“And what? Extend our break even more? I don’t think so.” He reaches for your hand, but you move away. “(Y/N).”

“You’re honestly scaring me right now.” You back away until you feel the wall behind you. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Because I love you, (Y/N),” He steps forward, “Everything I do is for you. I have to protect you. If you could only see how other guys look at you, how they would undress you with their eyes–I, I can’t let them disrespect you like that. They need to know that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“And if you really, really do love me, Jae,” Your eyes tear up, “You would let me leave.”

“No. W-why?” His eyebrows scrunched up in frustration “Do you want to break up?”

You swallow hard, “I’m really scared right now, Jaehyun. Just please give me time to think–”

“Answer me!” He yells, making you flinch in your spot. He traps you against the wall, “Are you thinking about breaking up with me?”

“I don’t feel safe with you right now.” You breathed. Your words were barely audible but they rang like sirens in Jaehyun’s ears.

He steps away from you, the emotions on his face have changed from hostile to defeated. His eyes are wet as they searched around the room for something, and they fell on the full length mirror attached to the bathroom door. Huffing, he takes two large steps towards it and swings as hard as he can.

You shrieked as his fist connected to the mirror, creating a large, cracked web onto it. You had expected him to stop, or at most react to the the pain of the blow, but he repeatedly punched the mirror, smashing chunks of the glass and sending them crashing to the floor.

“Jae, stop!” You yell, but it was as if he couldn’t hear you.

You found yourself grabbing his arms at the first sight of crimson staining the mirror. “Jaehyun!”

“Go away! I don’t want to hurt you,” He spares you a tormented glance. His cheeks were damp from tears already. “I can’t hurt you, so let me–”

He attempts to throw another punch, but you hold him back. Then both of you struggled with one another, until he nudges you away and faces you. “You hate me!” He cries.

You shake your head in denial, but he repeats himself.

“You hate me.”

“I never said that.” You squeaked, staring into his eyes.

“You wanted to break up.” Jaehyun grabs a fistful of his hair as he shuts his eyes.

“I never said that, either.” You quietly admonished, shakily reaching up to wipe his tears.

He had flinched away from your touch at first, snapping his eyes wide open like an injured beast being cornered, but the way you looked at him made him drop his defenses.

“I’m sorry.” He chokes out, sobbing like a little boy and your heart wrenches at the sight. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeats over and over until you pull him down, letting his head rest on the crook of your neck. “I can’t lose you, (Y/N). I can’t. I just wanted to protect you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me and you won’t.” You run one of your hands down his back while the other combed through his hair.

He pulls away, tears still flowing down his cheeks, “You’re not leaving me?”

You take in his expression; a mix of pain, anguish, confusion, guilt, and above all that, you see the expression that made you choose him and stay by his side: love.

“I mean, I have to go home sooner or later.” You cock your head, offering him an unsure smile in an endeavour to bring up his mood, and it sort of did. The briefest flash of his dimple with the curl of the corners of his lips told you that you had at least succeeded in making him laugh. “But I can spend the night if you want to.”

“I want you to.” He mumbles and you smile up at him.

“Then I’ll stay the night.” You pull him down until his forehead was touching yours. Playing with the short hairs on his nape, you whisper onto his lips, “I love you.”

A smile finally breaks out onto his face, lighting it up from the solemn mood “I love you, too.”

“Let’s get your hand cleaned up and wrapped, okay?” You kiss his cheek and lead him out the room, careful not to step on any glass shards.

The clock in the living room struck 12 and exhaustion seeped into your system. You were beginning to accept that there was something terribly wrong with your boyfriend’s psychological health. You should have ran away when you had the chance; you should have left when he, himself, told you to. But you remembered his eyes when he spared you a glance. Something in them switched like an on and off button when they were on you in comparison to when he had been punching the wall.

You look over your shoulder and up at Jaehyun, who sniffed as he inspected his bleeding knuckles.

Your friends have always told you how much he doted you.

Up until tonight, you had no idea just how devoted Jaehyun was to you.

devoted 2 part 1

devotee (jaehyun’s pov)

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