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ghostofbambifanfiction · 3 years

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Part 1 of ?????

Started writing this fic a while ago and then lost faith in it. Should I continue? Feel bad for not posting much lately so I thought I'd share this. Read on and weigh in.

COME OUT TONIGHT

You don't have to fucking shout?

Said the pot to the kettle?

Oh you grandmother The caps were an accidental by-product of voice-to-text Blame Siri if you're going to blame anyone

You have a Samsung Galaxy S20.

HAD. It got smashed. Worst luck. Listen, come out with me tonight.

Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm tired!

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Hah (indifferent)

Just come out with me! Isaac has to go see some godawful student performance of the Antigone in wherever the fuck Chichester is and it's Sirius's flatmate's birthday party so I have to go and I don't know any of his weird mates

You don't HAVE to go.

Have to/want to Semantics

I'm not in a birthday party mood. I'm having a stressful week. My arse has been tense since Tuesday.

I will wade into the deep and massage your arse if I have to, just come It's a swank pad in Belgravia! I bet they'll have all sorts of expensive nibbles!

I read that as expensive nipples.

Those too!

Partying it up with the children of wealthy Tories. Sounds super fun.

Just come out with me, for fuck I'll pick you up at 7 and we can steal their silverware if it's boring as the grave

URGH I'll go but I'm NOT dressing up!

You don't have to dress up!

FINE!

take the drawings down please i'm begging you i'm actually begging you

Nah mate

siriusssssssss pleeeeeease

Nah

PLEASE

Nah

PLEASE ffs it's MY birthday!!!! there are going to be PEOPLE there! standing around! AT EYE LEVEL

I don't see what the problem is.

EVERYONE will see what the problem is! they literally will not be able to IGNORE what the problem is!

Sounds like a recipe for lively discussion to me tbh

that is NOT what i want people talking about at my birthday!

If I take them down, I'll have to take all the nails out and that'll leave nail marks all over the walls. It would be unsightly.

MORE UNSIGHTLY THAN YOUR DICK, SIRIUS?

My dick is bewitching.

DIE

She walks in expecting to find herself the infiltrator of a Made in Chelsea/Royal Ascot/Henley Regatta netherworld, filled with a gaggle of giggling, SW-postcode socialites wielding suspiciously powder-edged Harrods Amex cards in the place of horses and boats, but that's not what actually greets her on the other side of the lacquered front door.

What greets her is really quite ordinary.

Aside from the naked drawings of Kingsley's mate, which aren't.

Otherwise, the whole affair is pretty relaxed. People her age are clustered in their small groups, swigging beers. There's a table of oven-heated party foods, salty snacks and rapidly depleting ramekins of guac. She spies more band shirts than there are dress shirts. There's a round of Fortnite in full swing on the TV.

It's all just...startlingly normal. A normal birthday party.

And that's sort of embarrassing, really.

Where are all the visible Tory toffs, she wonders? Where is the braying laughter? The Eton alumni reunion? The glimpse of hunting-happy tweed and shotgun barrels as a coat cupboard door swings shut? Where's the indelible air of sneering superiority, of "we're richer and more privileged and better than you, so fuck the NHS and death to foxes!" that she'd been expecting? There's a fucking Henry Hoover in the corner of the hall, for Christ's sake. Lily came here to smile through her teeth at them all, to listen to the champagne problems privilege that bubbled from their lips and tell herself that she was the one who knew better, who thought better. Her plain white tee and skinny jeans and scuff-toed, high-top trainers were supposed to be a statement, a subtle setting-apart, but she's not even the most underdressed person in the room.

She pre-judged a house full of people. What's that about?

There's a lesson to be found in this. Perhaps.

James covered all of the dicks in Paw Patrol stickers that he bought from the newsagent on his way home from his mum's, but Sirius peeled them all off while he was taking a soothing lavender bath, so what's the bloody point in birthdays anyway?

It's early in the evening, and he's wedged—against his will—between the dining room bar and Shane Ruttle, who has just pointed at one of the many lamentable dicks and asked, "Is this one of yours?" which James kind of wants to thump him for. It's bad enough that he looks like a madman who stuffed his house with naked drawings of his brother, now people are actually assuming that he drew the damn things, even though most of the compositions are appallingly far beneath his skill level. He's a professional illustrator, for the love of god, and Shane is really standing before him like the posturing prick he is, asking him if he's the one who drew Sirius with one arm disproportionately longer than the other.

He knows that he should cheer up.

It is his birthday. There is cake.

Good cake, too, not the kind that gets buried in too-thick fondant that he has to pick off before he can eat what's underneath.

The problem is, there's also a party, and his friends are his friends, Peter and Sirius included, and Peter and Sirius can both get drunk much faster than James can. When Peter and Sirius get drunk, serious injuries tend to follow, Remus tends to fuck off in a flash and James tends to be the one who calls for an ambulance or mothers them back to health—physical, mental or otherwise. He has just turned twenty-six, and these repeated, drunkenly dramatic medical emergency scenes are starting to wear a little thin.

Can't a man get comfortably drunk and have a laugh at his own birthday party?

No, he can't, because Peter's already halfway to trashed, wobbling unsteadily towards the French doors that lead to the terrace, wearing that look on his face that says I'm definitely going to vomit or maybe even shit myself like I did on that one night we all spent in Munich with the Belgian handball team and the creepy tour guide who couldn't keep his sleazy hands to himself. For the sake of sparing the lawn such a punishment, James hastily removes himself from Shane, grabs Peter by the collar, shoves him in the direction of the downstairs loo and retreats to the safety of the living room, where there are, at least, no naked drawings of Sirius gracing the walls.

Most of the people in here are transfixed by Saffy Stephens, who is down to the last three in her Fortnite game and cursing like a sailor, but there are a small pile of birthday cards on the end table where James and Sirius normally keep their keys. He perches on the sofa arm, sets his half-drunk beer bottle on the carpet, pushes his dark, disheveled hair away from his forehead and begins leafing through them. It's a necessity when one lives with Sirius, who thinks nothing of swiping gift cards when the mood strikes him and he's had enough to drink.

They're mostly from his female friends, and all pretty standard, until he reaches the middle of the pile and finds a card bearing a picture of a moustached tabby and the caption: Have a Purr-fect Birthday!

The inscription inside is written in a lovely, swirling hand.

To Jasper/Jack/Jason/maybe Ja Rule?/J-something idk

(see above: everything I've learned about you from the friend* I came here with, verbatim)

(*who can't remember your name)

Happy Birthday! Thank you for (not) specifically inviting me, a stranger, to your party to celebrate this momentous event in your life. Please enjoy this festive card/social nicety/convention from me to you. My friend brought rum which you may prefer.

I'll be around. Not that you'll know.

James lowers the card and twists on the sofa arm at once, eyes darting around the room in search of its author, as if they might be laying in wait to watch him read it and see how he reacts. Nobody appears to have ducked behind the couch, however, so the situation merits further scrutiny.

Obviously, he needs to meet this person.

A mystery! At his birthday party!

He perks right up after that.

She's coming out of the downstairs loo when a short, blonde man in a garish Hawaiian shirt barrels past her and pukes all over the chequerboard tiled floor, narrowly missing her jeans.

"Oh no," he moans into his wet hands. "Oh no—"

"There there, mate," says Lily consolingly, never one to judge somebody for getting drunk early at a party. She pats him on the back before squeezing past him and rejoining Kingsley, who is standing in one of this meandering Georgian house's many hallways, chatting to a bloke in a houndstooth sweater vest and holding two glasses of something very, very sparkly that she must try at once.

"It's like...it's like everything and nothing at the same time," Houndstooth Bloke is saying when Lily draws close, gesturing to a huge canvas painting of a rain-soaked fairground at night.

"Is it?" Kingsley asks.

"Mmm. Very." Houndstooth shakes his shoulders like he's slipping out of a robe. "Meant to be esoteric, I suppose."

That sounds suspiciously like pretentious bullshit to Lily, who doesn't find the concept of a merry looking fairground all that difficult to absorb. Kingsley knows more about the art world than she does, but he must agree with her assessment because he grunts and shoves her glass into her hand when she stops beside him, and more roughly than she deserves, as if she's the one who landed him in this mess of a conversation to begin with.

Trust him to find himself stuck with the only dick (not etched by a 4B Steadtler graphite pencil) in the building, and trust her to be stuck with the person who got himself stuck with King.

"What are we talking about?" she asks brightly, just to fuck with him.

"Drink your champagne, there's a good little hen," King mutters, his teeth clenched together, hallway lights bouncing off the smoothly waxed dome of his bald head.

"We've been discussing this piece." Houndstooth nods to the painting, but his limpid eyes narrow on Lily's face. "Christ, you're very redheaded, aren't you?"

It's decided. She'll wait 'til Houndstooth is drunk and trip him up with Henry Hoover's hose.

"Ergo soulless, yes," she agrees.

"And you...enjoy that?" he asks, as if being redheaded is her profession.

"Very much, thanks."

"Hmmp. Well. I came here with Saffron," he announces, pronouncing it Sef-ron. As if Lily is supposed to know who that is. "Platonically, of course. Actually, we're some sort of cousins, I think. What do you think the artist is trying to convey?"

He's very pointedly asking her, so Lily blinks at the painting, her eyes on the outstretched arm of a child on the carousel.

"I like the pretty colours," she decides aloud.

"Right," says Houndstooth, "but that's not—"

"And the lights, too. The lights are really pretty."

"But—"

"I love funfairs, actually," she brightly continues, finding a strange satisfaction in playing dumb in front of Houndstooth and his overbleached fade. Although she does really like the colours. "Haven't been to one in years!"

"Yes, good, whatever, but what is the artist trying to convey?"

"What artist?" comes a voice from behind them.

Lily glances over her shoulder and finds herself looking up at the man whose penis she's spent the past thirty minutes avoiding eye contact with, though he is taller, better proportioned and infinitely more beautiful than any of those crudely drawn depictions could possibly convey. He is also beplumed and bejewelled like a pirate, wearing a sumptuous velvet jacket over a loose white shirt, numerous rings on his fingers and an assortment of silver chains around his slender neck, while his grey eyes and elegantly high-set cheekbones are framed by a tumble of black hair that genuinely looks like silk.

The man is so beautiful, in fact, that Lily immediately wonders why he's been taking sketches home from the life drawing class that he and Kingsley pose for—hence their acquaintance and Lily's presence at this party—when nothing she's seen tonight has done him any justice.

Most happily, his penis is tucked safely out of sight.

"Alright, Sirius?" says King.

"Alright, Marvel?" Sirius claps a hand to the taller man's massive shoulder. Kingley's muscles bulge in a way that cannot be hidden by modern habiliments. "What are we talking about?"

"Not much." Houndstooth looks put out by the arrival of yet another person. "We were just mesmerised by this piece."

Lily refrains from gesturing to the painting with both hands and a "ta-dah!" choosing instead to sip her champagne.

It's very good champagne. Mmm. Yes.

"Oh, yeah, it's really something," Sirius agrees. He brushes past Kingsley and runs a finger over the illegible squiggle of a signature on the canvas. His nails are beautifully manicured. "Local guy, young up-and-comer. I assume you've heard of Algernon?" he asks Houndstooth, fixing him with a steely-eyed stare.

"Er, yes." Houndstooth's gaze slides from Sirius to the painting. "I know him."

Sirius's eyebrows lift. "Know him personally?"

"Well—"

"That's so weird, I heard he never speaks to people."

Houndstooth chews on the inside of his cheek, weighing up the challenge. "How…funny."

"Funny?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, I know I've spoken to him before, and since you've bought his painting I assumed that you'd have—"

"That is funny, actually," Sirius interrupts, "because the artist is my brother, and Algernon is the name of his cat."

Kingsley has been tugging on his earring and almost rips it out of his ear as his body convulses, champagne spraying from his nostrils, while an alarming red flush sweeps across Houndstooth's face and he begins to sputter on his own self-importance. Sirius has clearly decided that he's done with all of that noise, however, because he turns back to Lily instead, looking her up and down with great and sudden interest.

"Who's this then?" he asks Kingsley, cocking his head to one side. "James's present?"

The champagne glass swings down and Lily fixes him with a deadpan stare. "Excuse me?"

Sirius slants a grin at Kingsley, a quick flash of teeth. "This one's queenly, isn't she?"

Kingsley wipes his nose with the back of his hand and laughs again. "Hardly."

"This is Primark, mate," Lily retorts, tugging on her t-shirt.

"Queenliness is a state of mind," says Sirius, "not a state of wardrobe."

"You had me marked down as a prostitute not ten seconds ago."

"Oh, that. I was only joking," he sighs, and grips her arm at the elbow, his long fingers cool against her skin. "But still, you're far too attractive to stand here talking to this clown. Come with me and I'll find you someone better."

James's friends are useless.

And drunk. Useless and drunk—or sort of drunk, in Saffy's case. Remus is certainly already pissed, but Remus is on meds so often that he drinks but once in a blue moon. One cocktail is usually enough to set him off, and he's been hard at the gin since he turned up with Peter at six.

"I don't know anyone with those initials," Saffy declares, once she has read, examined and even sniffed the birthday card for clues. "Except for Lisa Edelstein."

"Who's Lisa Edelstein?"

"Cuddy from House," says Remus, lowering the negroni from which he has been drinking deeply.

James pulls a face. "What the fuck is a Cuddy?"

"Oh, actually, it could mean le?" Remus suggests.

"Yes!" Saffy points at him like he might be onto something. "Like the French word for the?"

"Exactly, like—"

"It doesn't mean that!" James interrupts, unwilling to allow such profanity in his home. "That doesn't make sense, why would somebody sign their name as the?"

"Now you're asking me to explain how French people think?" says Saffy derisively, adjusting her bra strap beneath that burnt orange waistcoat she loves, the one that makes her look like she's directing a pornographic movie in the 70s when she pairs it with her tortoiseshell-framed aviators. It clashes wildly with her electric blue buzz-cut. "Am nooooo drunk enough for that."

"They could be one of those one word moniker pop stars, I suppose," Remus pipes up, smiling slyly. "You know, like Madonna?"

They think James doesn't realise that they're taking the piss out of him, but neither of them are sober enough to attempt their gambit with any kind of subtlety or grace.

"You know that's actually her real Christian name?" says Saffy.

Remus turns towards her with interest. "What, Madonna?"

"Yeah!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Saffy repeats. "I thought it couldn't possibly be her real name because, I mean, Madonna, yeah? But then I looked it up and apparently that's the name her mummy gave her, just goes to show—"

"I'm sorry," James interrupts, "but is Madonna relevant to this conversation?"

"Yes, always," says Saffy.

"She's an international pop megastar," Remus seconds.

James stares at his friend incredulously. "Drinking really chips away at your wit, y'know?"

"Does it?" Remus grins lazily and jiggles his cocktail in the air. "Oh, well, I'm negronly joking."

Saffy does a spit-take without the spit and clings helplessly to Remus's shoulder as she laughs, knees buckling, bangles tinkling, but James fights his own urge to start snickering.

"It's not that funny," he lies, and Remus eyes him with an alarmingly teacher-like shrewdness, despite the tellingly intoxicated flush that has crept into his thin, freckled face.

James's love of puns is tragically well known.

"You didn't get it." Remus points at his drink. His speech is starting to slur. "This is a negroni, what I said was—"

"Yeah, I got that part, I just—"

"Jesus fuck, look at her!" Saffy suddenly hisses, staggering sideways into Remus and sending him into the wall in a flurry of giggles—Remus giggling?—her voice hushed and urgent. "Who the hell is that?!"

James does look, following the direction of Saffy's gaze. Sirius has just entered the living room, casually clutching the elbow of a……

……goddess.

An actual. Like. Goddess.

A goddess. In James's house. In his living room. In the place where he eats his chocolate boulder cereal and rewatches Scrubs (even season 9, which is hilarious, and very unfairly disparaged by Joe Public) on Saturday mornings.

She's a goddess. A real one, and cleverly disguised as a mortal, sure, with her slouchy white t-shirt and her big hoop earrings and her light blue jeans that are torn at the knees, wearing her shoulder-length red hair half up, half down and slightly messy, but that doesn't hide what she is.

"Oh my god," he murmurs. His heart is pounding all of a sudden, which is so...utterly bloody stupid, but Saffy's right, bloody look at her, Jesus fuck.

"Surely she can't be with Sirius?" Saffy murmurs back.

"No, she—" He watches Sirius lean down to mutter something in the redhead's ear. A ghost of a laugh flits across her beautiful face. "She's not his—he isn't—"

"D'you think—"

"No, I—"

"Good," says Saffy firmly. She lets go of Remus and rises, lengthening her spine. It is a battle stance of some sort, presumably. "Because I saw her first."

"No!" James cries, wounded, and the redhead shoots him a curious look with a pair of eyes that are startlingly emerald green, even from all the bloody way over here. He spins to face Saffy and lowers his voice, face burning. "It's my house!"

"What are you arguing here, ownership rights?"

"No but it—it's my birthday!" James retorts, jabbing at his own chest. "And, actually, and—"

"It's in the bloody post!"

"—you didn't get me a present!" he finishes in triumph, not that he knows what he's arguing for, because the likelihood is that his tongue will glue itself to the roof of his mouth if he even dares to look in her direction one more time. "Plus I set you up with Vanya Petrich, with whom, as I recall, you enjoyed four years—"

"Stop throwing that in my face!"

"—four blissful years—"

"Is it my fault that you've never fancied any girl I've set you up with?!"

"—promised me an Easter ham for setting you up with her and I never got it—"

"So now you'll trade a woman for a ham?" Saffy accuses, though her face is too lit up, her brown eyes too crinkled at the corners—she's having fun with this and she isn't going to fool him and she knows it. "That's so low, even—"

"Don't start with that," James scathingly cuts in. "You offered me Sean Connery's autograph for Bonnie Grogan's number—"

"Which you never gave me!"

"Because you forged the bloody signature!"

"And now she's bloody married!"

"Yeah, well, Isabella wouldn't give me a counterfeit present, would she?" he retorts, and Saffy lets her shoulders drop, smirking. "This is pointless, Saf, we can't—"

"She's just left with Sirius," Remus informs them, and burps.

#Jily #Part 1 #Of 3?#Honestly I just wanted to give you guys a treat

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youareinlovees · 3 years

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Rep Tour Metlife Night 3 (submission)

The roar of the stadium fills the atmosphere like a thunderstorm as the expectators anticipate the start of the show. Though this isn't the first time he attends one of her concerts, the massiveness of the crowd and of the performance itself is still quite astonishing to him. It just wasn't the type of thing you got used to after a few times. Not to mention that this is the third consecutive night she fills out this stadium, which was impressive and a rather unheard of situation.

"Are you ready for it?"

The crowd screams even louder as Taylor appears on stage with a black hood. For him, it's genuinely entertaining to see just how much the fans in the crowd love her, shouting out every single word to the songs. The impact she has on these people is really intense, some of them even crying at certain parts of the show. There's others that you can tell came as a group of friends for a good time and they hug, jump, and laugh together throughout the show. There's people of all ages, from couples in love to families that came together with little kids and grandparents, and every single person looks happy and excited. Truly a phenomenon.

But the most powerful phenomenon is the woman on stage on whom everyone's attention is focused. She is so beautiful and wonderful it almost feels like she's some sort of mythical creature. The passion she puts in her singing and dancing is endearing and at the same time very attractive to him. How did he even manage to have her love him? She's fucking gorgeous and perfect in every way. Her legs are just unbelievably hot and he knows he isn't the only one in the crowd having that thought. When she dances to Gorgeous, it makes his brain feel numb because all he can think of is the things he wants to do with her as soon as he gets her to himself after the show. But it's only the beginning and he knows the wait will be painfully long, so he tries to divert his thoughts elsewhere. As if reading his mind, she winks in his direction as the song ends, licking her lips and smiling cheekily. Warmth floods his insides in response to the gesture. Man, he'd really really missed her. They'd been apart from each other for some days because he had work things to do away in London. Though it was only a few days, he had ached for her company every single instant.

Apparently, she has similar feelings because she can't stop looking in his direction throughout King of my Heart. He remembers very vividly the first time she played him that song, some days after they'd made their relationship official. At the time, he couldn't believe she'd actually written that about him. He couldn't believe he inspired those feelings in her because she sure as hell inspired that and so much more in him. She fixes her gaze on him hungrily as she sings "we rule the kingdom inside my room." Oh shit. Her bum looks so good in that outfit. How is he gonna survive what's left of the show? Luckily, he's good at keeping it cool on the outside. He has no choice anyways because his mum and Patrick are right there beside him. He knows his face probably looks all giddy and lovestruck regardless, but he doesn't mind. She points at him in circles suggestively as she says "never took me quite where you do." Urgh she knows what she's doing and he can't help chuckling at her teasing. It's torture though. The fact that she's doing this in front of thousands of people is extra sexy. It's interesting because a part of him feels possessive and wants to snatch her from the stage and not have anyone look at her in a "she's MINE" sort of way, but at the same time it's satisfying to know that she's doing all this sexy shit and making everybody desire her, yet he is the only one who gets to have her. He's the only one who gets to love her and enjoy her, and a lot of what she's doing up there is directed specifically at him even though the whole stadium's watching it. Besides, he just knows that she loves having those secret moments with him, as she sings in Dress. So cruel of her to put literal moans on that song and blast them on stadiums. Her antics as she performs it are driving him crazy. Tonight, he feels particularly deprived of her and desperate for her touch because he's been away for what has felt like an eternity.

The crowd bursts into loud screaming one last time as the show ends. Everyone looks giddy and happy, as if they'd just gotten off a spiritual experience, which isn't that far from the truth, he thinks to himself. His mum and Patrick stay chatting with some people and he makes his way towards the dressing room. He says hi to Tree and the staff briefly and walks further down the hall until he reaches it. The door is open and there's no one else but her inside, with her back facing him as she looks in the mirror wiping herself with a towel. She's still sweaty and flustered from the show, and her hair is a bit messy, but she's the most beautiful creature he's ever laid eyes upon. If she looked stunning on stage, she was even more drop dead gorgeous up close.

"You look breathtakingly beautiful this evening, Miss Swift. I heard your boyfriend is out of town, may I take you out for a drink?," he says in a flirtatious tone.

She hadn't realized he was standing there at the door. She immediately looks up at him when she hears his voice and smiles at him through the mirror, her whole face lightening up as she turns around.

"Is that what they told you?", she says playfully as she makes her way towards him. She kisses his lips excitedly. He smiles against her mouth at her enthusiasm.

"Hello, love," he greets her softly when she pulls back for air. They embrace each other tightly for a few seconds, his hands caressing her hair.

"How did it go in London? How was work?," she asks, resting her head on his chest.

"Work was alright. The rest was awfully dull because you weren't there," he answers.

She chuckles softly and looks up into his eyes. "I missed you so much."

"I did, too," he says, staring back. She puts her mouth onto his again, this time more passionate and hungry, her tongue going inside him desperately trying to saviour as much of him as possible. He welcomes it eagerly, her sudden aggressive desire catching him a bit off guard. He responds to her kiss with the same energy, biting her lower lip a little and devouring her delicious taste. His hands rub down her back, pulling her waist towards him. Meanwhile, her fingers snake into his hair as she pulls herself deeper into his mouth. He feels his crotch tighten as he becomes inevitably aroused with her body rubbing against his. His mouth finds her neck and she moans as he pulls her head back gently to get a better angle.

"Shut the door," she pants in between kisses. They'd forgotten that there's people walking by in the hallway.

"Wait, don't you have to meet your fans in the other room?", he remembers, pausing for a moment, which results in a complaining grunt from her.

"I'll have them cancel it," she says decidedly, impatiently pulling him in again, "Most of them came the other two nights anyways."

He pushes her back. "Are you really sure about that?", he questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you really want me to answer?", she ponders back desperately, still insisting fiercely on kissing him.

"Fair enough," he chuckles as he gives in to her needs. What Taylor Swift wants, Taylor Swift gets.

She grabs her phone and sends a quick text to Tree telling her that Rep Room isn't happening tonight while Joe shuts and locks the door. He sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms smoothly around her waist, kissing her shoulder as she hits send. "Done?", he asks. She puts the phone on the table and closes her eyes.

"Mmhmm", she moans as he runs kisses up and down her neck. Her skin is so soft and healthy. He grunts a little when her ass grinds against his crotch as she leans back into him.

"You pulled some interesting bits up there tonight."

"Mmhmmm, did you enjoy them?", she says with a small smile, her eyes still closed.

"I certainly did." He starts to unzip her glittery dress to bare her back. Her body is still warm from the physical exertion caused by the almost two hour long show. A shiver runs down her spine when his cold fingers brush against her skin, peeling away the dress as his mouth runs soft kisses behind her neck and shoulders. A loud moan escapes her, the sound making his erection feel even harder in his trousers. She finishes taking off the dress and turns around to face him, her naked breasts against his chest. He grabs one of them as his mouth finds hers once again, his tongue pushing inside in rhythmic movements. Then, he makes his way from her jawline to her neck, shoulders, chest, until he finally puts her other breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple while massaging the other one with his thumb and index finger. She gasps in response. "That feels so good, baby," she whimpers in between moans. Her breasts are a work of art in his eyes, everything about them is perfection: their size, their softness, the hardness of her nipples when she’s aroused, as it was the case right now.

She pulls at the hem of his shirt, aching to feel more of his skin against her. He briefly releases her to quickly take off his shirt and disregard it on the floor. Immediately she pulls herself against him, her hands around his neck as their bare torsos collide heatedly and their tongues dance together. She runs her warm hands over his chest and his abs, sending electricity waves through his body with each touch. The sensation of her hardened nipples against his naked chest was too much to handle and so he dives down to put her breasts in his mouth once again. She moans loudly. "Joe, I...I want you so much," she says, almost in anguish. He licks and bites her nipples hungrily and then, he starts to make his way slowly downward, kissing below her breasts as his hands slide down her sides until he reaches her tummy. She inhales deeply. "Tell me, baby, what do you need?", he says against her skin as his mouth moves further down to her lower stomach. Her body trembles involuntarily in response and he can see her wetness through her panties. She’s very wet, he realizes with a grin. "You," she groans in response, holding onto the table for balance as his hands go up and down the insides of her thighs, "I need you, Joe." He teasingly pulls down the edges of her panties and kisses directly on top of her pubic bone. Her hips thrust forward. "Fuck, I need you now," she blurts out.

"Let’s take care of that, shall we?", he whispers in her ear as he picks her up and carries her towards the comfy couch in the dressing room, her legs wrapping themselves around his back. He throws the cushions to the floor with one hand and places her gently on the couch, kneeling in front of her on one of the cushions. He slides her panties down her legs and onto the floor, so that she was now lying completely naked on the couch. Such a gorgeous sight. "You are so beautiful, my love," he says looking up into her eyes. Her belly moves up and down with her quick breathing, her cheeks flushed slightly. He takes off her shoes and massages her ankles and her toes, releasing the tension on them from wearing tight heels for hours. Then, he starts to kiss his way up her left leg, gently pushing her knees apart to open her legs as he approaches her inner thigh. Finally, his mouth reaches her most sensitive organ and he licks and sucks on her clit, enjoying her delicious taste that he’d missed so much. She arches her back as the waves of pleasure penetrate her. His tongue continues to move around expertly as he digs into the corners of her walls and sucks and bites her clit. "Fuck," she moans, her fingers aggresively digging into the edges of the couch. He slides two fingers deep into her core, his mouth still working on her clit, and starts to thrust in and out. She tangles one of her hands in his hair and pushes him deeper inside her, his tongue joining his fingers inside of her. He gradually quickens the pace of his fingers as her walls contract around his hand and her hips push into him, until eventually she can’t contain her orgasm and comes loudly, screaming his name.

He licks his lips in satisfaction, savoring the fluids from her insides as he moves towards her face to kiss her gently, his fingers still inside her. "Did you like that?", he mumbles against her face. "It was so good, baby," she barely pants in response, "so fucking good". Hovering over her as she recovers, he takes his fingers out and licks them. He could never get enough of her wonderful taste. "I’m glad you liked it, because I’m not finished yet," he informs her.

However, her hands are reaching towards his trousers, where his erection is bulking out, attempting to unbutton them. "No teasing," she pleads.

"What’s that?", he asks instead, deciding to mess with her a little regardless. He’d had to survive her teasing on stage for two hours, it was only fair that she endured something similar after all. He licks the outline of her areolas with the tip of his tongue as slowly and scarcely as he could master, forcing her to lay back, his fingers brushing lightly against her sides. "Joe," she complains, shifting and trying to pull his body closer to her. But Joe holds himself up firmly in a hovering position over her, his skin brushing only ever so slightly against hers every now and then, while his mouth was busy planting the softest of kisses all around her face, occasionally brushing her neck and behind her ears. "Please," she begs, still trying to pull him down.

"Please what? Say it to me, baby. I can’t guess what you want unless you ask for it," he responds calmly while continuing his slow torture on her sensitive spots. He wanted to hear her say it out loud. He wanted to hear her scream how much she wanted him.

"I want you inside of me, Joe. I want all of you inside of me now," she nearly cries out in desperation.

He nibbles on her neck one last time before unbuttoning his trousers. "Is that so?", he says mischievously as he finishes taking off his underpants and shoes. She breathes deeply in anticipation when she sees him completely naked in front of her, her insides feeling overwhelmingly empty without him. He leans towards her mouth once again and she kisses him with hunger, a small gasp escaping her lips when his dick rubs against her clit. "What do you want me to do inside you?", he whispers hoarsely into her ear. "I want you to fuck me, baby," she pants.

"As you wish," he says, staring deep into her blue eyes as he enters her wet insides slowly, groaning from the pleasure of feeling her warm core around him. She gasps and moans, her small fingers digging into his back as she hugs his chest towards hers. He thrusts in and out with slow movements, going inside deeper and deeper each time until he pushes against her cervix. She arches her back and responds moving her hips upwards, moaning and closing her eyes. He goes forward with a bit more strength, pushing her against the couch and touching on her G spot. "Yes, baby, fuck me," she whimpers, her breaths small and quick. Still deep inside of her, he sways his hips rhythmically, rocking their unified bodies back and forth.

"I love you so much, Taylor," he says with adoration. Every inch of skin on his chest was in contact with hers, her soft breasts deliciously cushioned below him. "I love you more, baby," she says back breathlessly, running her lips across his neck and shoulders. He starts thrusting again, gradually picking up the pace. He holds onto the back of the couch and thrusts faster and faster, feeling her walls contracting against his cock. She moans as he goes even faster until she finally comes, another orgasm running through her body as she cries out.

The sight of her body squirming in pleasure almost makes him cum as well. But then, she unexpectedly pushes him to the side, switching their positions so that she was now on top of him. She kisses him and starts riding him energetically, her hands resting on his shoulders and her knees on the couch on either side of him. He grunts and caresses her breasts as she bounces on top of him, eventually placing both hands on her hips to hold her down, until the sensation and the sight of her with her eyes closed and her boobs bouncing as she fucks him become too much and he cums inside of her.

She collapses on top of him and the two of them lay in silence for a few minutes as they recover and stabilize their breathing, their bodies warm and sweaty. When he’s back to his senses, he notices her bathrobe is on the side of the couch and he reaches for it with one hand. He spreads it across her back to keep her warm. Covered with the bathrobe, she cuddles into his lap with her legs on one side and her head resting on his chest as she breathes in and out slowly. He caresses her head with one hand and rubs circles with the other on top of the robe on her back.

"That was a nice surprise there at the end," he says, kissing her forehead.

She smiles smugly. "I thought you’d like it," she mumbles against his chest.

"Did you kick out all the staff before I came in here?", he asks curiously. Usually there were stylists and make-up people inside the dressing rooms with her.

"Maybe," she answers with a smirk, looking up at him playfully. He chuckles in amusement, but secretly he’s glad that she did because he doesn’t know if he would’ve actually been able to wait until they got back to her apartment.

It was hard to believe that this was the same person that had a whole stadium submitted to her performance less than an hour ago. This beautiful creature bundled in his arms was the same powerful force that gave around orders to executives, dominated enormous stages, and attracted followers from all over the world with her songwriting. Yet at this very moment, she’s just another vulnerable human, her blue eyes glowing like a curious child’s as she stares into his lovingly. She reaches up to caress his cheek softly with her hand, scanning his face with wonder. "You’re so gorgeous," she admires quietly. "That was amazing, babe. Thank you."

He leans down to kiss her gently. "You are the most stunningly beautiful creature inside and out that I’ve ever laid eyes upon. I am just fortunate enough to get to be yours," he says sincerely. He touches his nose to hers. "I love you, baby." And he truly loves her so much to the point where it feels like an unexplainable supernatural phenomenon, larger than life itself.

"I love you, too," she says warmly, her face shining like sunlight.

#submission #taylor and joe #taylor and joe fanfiction #taylor swift fanfiction #lets talk swiftwyn

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feelingofcontent · 3 years

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DNP Rewatch: How To Survive Exams

Date video was published: 05/28/2016 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 308

This is the one video Dan filmed during TATINOF USA. All of early May was filled with more tour adventures; here are some highlights: pancake cupcake, wizard cab drivers, bugs...eww, no idea, fancy carpet, White House, emotional Dan, more cab drivers, and sarcastic aesthetic walls.

For videos like this, he usually he frames it as “how not...” so this is a rare one framed with positive wording.

0:00 - great start. Also love the Gatorland hat in the background

0:08 - just scribbling violent circles there

0:10 - just...holding a wad of toilet paper

0:27 - “survived...mostly” that seems about right

0:39 - I love that they started referencing “protip” themselves after that Crafts video 😂

0:49 - Dan can’t even imagine that someone would actually do that

1:11 - a good environment is something he talks about for mental health in general later on, including in YWGTTN

1:31 - that is not a very “Dan” tie; I wonder who he borrowed it from or if he bought it as a prop specifically for this

1:32 - I can’t tell if he added the notification sounds in editing, or if Phil is both holding the camera and texting him at the same time so his phone goes off

1:47 - that’s a good tip actually, and how I used to manage to get through essays

2:02 - “mute your grandma on Facebook” as a reward lol

2:12 - very specific indeed...did not need to know what Dan rewards himself with 😳

2:29 - some of this is very loud for hotel room filming...

2:38 - 😂😂😂 self-aware Dan there thinking about actually filming that cut-away. Props to Phil for not bursting into laughter while filming

2:47 - got both the Steve/Bucky and Sherlock/John mentions in this video

2:57 - using what limited ‘props’ he has

3:03 - he really did memorize some Mt. Vesuvius facts for this haha

3:08 - why would you flush the toilet while still sitting on it?!

3:15 - more hotel room screaming

3:29 - this is so funny but also smart if that worked for him! I wonder if he still remembered the same tune he actually used

3:37 - the dance moves really add to it

3:43 - bully/”cool kid” represented with the really short tie which both DNP do with skits about school stuff

3:49 - really using every angle of that hotel room for this

3:51 - looking down here; I wonder if he was reading off his lap

4:10 - truth

4:29 - “too close to being actually helpful” he is giving a lot more real advice in this one than in other videos of this format...self-aware Dan

4:35 - nice little annotation additions there

5:01 - it bothers me that he didn’t take the little label off the front of the notebook

5:15 - always shirtless in the bed/sleeping skits from the very start of his channel

5:25 - ahahaha at the blurring out

5:44 - urgh, that looks like it would lead to paper cuts in your mouth, yikes

6:03 - wonder if that’s the psychology paper he re-took during his gap year that he needed to get into uni

6:31 - they (or at least Dan) still didn’t seem to feel secure in their careers at this point

This is a good classic Dan type video. I’m impressed that he managed to film so many cut-away skits in a single hotel room!

I think there was some controversy around this video for some reason? Because people thought Dan had already done enough “school” videos or he was too old to be giving school advice? Though I may be remembering wrong (am I thinking of the University video later?)...someone let me know if you remember more. I don’t really understand why; the majority of his audience was still in school at this point, so it seems like it would have been relevant.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #dan howell #daniel howell videos #How To Survive Exams

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simpsiren · 4 years

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jung jaehyun x reader

description. Working for an art exhibit that only lasts a week, you wouldn’t expect anyone to stay here long until you meet a guy who comes by every single day, looking at the same painting at the same timing that lasts hours.

genre. flUff, at the end i promise

word count. 6.4k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. the pic of jaehyun just gives me museum vibes idk why so yes i’m going to write a short story (okay its not idk how i extended but i did) on him. the story is more of the reader observing him till the halfway point where they slowly start to interact. this would probably be considered a slow burn?? not sure but enjoy it either way!!

“You got a new job again?”

You turn around your desk chair, taking one side of your earpiece off and noticing Taeyong sitting on your bed casually scrolling through his phone.

You didn’t even realise he came into the room. Probably because you had your music blasting at a high volume and you were concentrated on completing your holiday homework.

“Yeah. It’s at some art exhibit. Pay’s fair and I only have to sit there and do nothing for a week.” You simply reply with a light shrug.

“That’s so easy. When do you start?” Taeyong asks, lifting his eyes off his phone to look at you with curiosity.

You didn’t give an answer, looking down on your phone to search for the email that the person in charge sent you a few days back.

“It says the exhibit opens on friday so I guess that’s tomorrow.” You say shortly after glazing your eyes down the email.

Taeyong hums and nods his head. “Is it far from here? Need me to ride you there?”

You give a sincere smile and shake your head lightly. “You don’t have to. I can take the train. Plus you have work.” You politely reject your friend.

Taeyong frowns in response, making you sigh as you know he’ll insist on doing it.

“I’m working from home? I can do whatever as long as I complete my work. Just let me send you. You’re always refusing my help.” Taeyong glares at you and lets out an exasperated huff.

You purse your lips into a thin line, suspiring in defeat in a matter of seconds. You can never win when it comes to Taeyong being persistent. That’s how he always is whenever it comes to you.

“Okay, okay.” You breathe out.

“Anyways what are you doing in my room? I have homework to do.”

Taeyong flashes his cheeky smile and bobs his shoulders. “Was actually thinking of asking you to treat bubble tea?” His smile widens till his eyes form a line.

You scoff, furrowing your eyebrows. “You’re the one that’s working here!” You shout, letting out a ‘tsk’.

“Urgh fine! You’re cooking me instant noodles though.” Taeyong points his finger at you.

“Are my instant noodles that good?”

You earn a lighted up face as Taeyong nods his head eagerly. “Something about the way you cook it just tastes different from regular instant noodles!” Taeyong squeals like a kid while he let out a soft dreamy moan while closing his eyes.

“Jeez I’m craving for bubble tea now that you’ve mention it. Hurry up and order it on Grab!” You throw the pillow behind your back to Taeyong’s face, making him snap out of his thoughts on your instant noodles.

“My God, chill! Calm your women cravings.” Taeyong mumbles, turning on his phone and proceeding to head to the app to order the bubble tea.

It’s already the next day. Luckily for you, you wouldn’t have to be there till eleven in the morning since the exhibit opens at twelve.

You peacefully wake up at nine. Though you stayed in bed and used your phone till ten. Realising the time, you gather your strength to pull yourself out of bed, dragging yourself to the bathroom with half-opened eyes despite the fact that you’ve been awake for an hour.

You know you could take your time getting ready since Taeyong knows how to ride his bike. Fast. Like extremely fast. You estimated that you’d be able to reach in ten minutes, when normally it’ll take fifteen to twenty.

“Taeyong!” You scream out in the hallway as you make your way to his room. Opening the door, you see Taeyong on his desk typing away at his keyboard.

He shot his head at the noise, turning his head sharply to the door where you are. “We’re going now?” He asks, using his middle finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, glancing down at the papers that are scattered on his desk.

You hum, looking down at the time on your phone. “We have five minutes till we can leave.” You inform him.

Taeyong nods his head and stands up, taking off his glasses and putting it on the desk. He slowly walks up to you, eyes scanning down your outfit. “They really let you wear this?” He asks with a skeptical eye.

You narrow your eyes in response. “How am I suppose to dress?” You question back sarcastically.

“I don’t know like fancy? High class? It’s a museum type of exhibit isn’t it?” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. You roll your eyes. “It’s not like I’m going to be a tour guide. Whatever I’m still wearing this.”

You walk up to the full length mirror that’s beside Taeyong’s bed, looking down on your outfit. You decided to wear loose legged jeans along with a brown sweater vest, white button up and Vans shoes.

You smile to yourself in the mirror and turn around happily to Taeyong. “Let’s go.”

Taeyong takes out his extra helmet from the back, passing it to you. You wear it quickly while Taeyong gets on his bike, starting the engine as the noise from it can be heard loud and clear. After he takes a moment to adjust in his seat, he jerks his head to the back, signaling you to get on.

With that, you and Taeyong begin your journey of heading to the exhibit. As expected, you got there at around ten minutes. And you still had time befofe it opens. You got off and take off the helmet, passing it to Taeyong.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“I’m doing it for the instant noodles.” Taeyong says with a light chuckle, putting the helmet at the back. You swirled around to walk to the entrance. You glance over your shoulder to see Taeyong still leaning against his bike, waiting for you to head in. You shake your head and held a hand up to wave him goodbye before entering.

As you walk in, you hear Taeyong’s bike engine starting as he drives off. Looking around the exhibit, you were instantly amazed. It isn’t large, but isn’t small either. It is a completely white building with paintings and other things you would see in a museum cleanly displayed by their categories. It’s a simple yet classy set up.

You head to the counter to meet the person in charge who’s the only one in the exhibit.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Dejun.” You greet with politeness, bowing your head.

“Good afternoon. Since today’s the first day I don’t think there will be too many people coming in. Other than that, I’m sure you know what to do.” Mr. Dejun informs as he writes something on the black clipboard he has in his arm.

You hum. “Yeah, I do.” You reply confidently.

“Alright I’ll be heading off now. The key to locking up the exhibit is here. Make sure to return it to the main building, okay? I won’t be coming back by the way.” Mr. Dejun adjusts the glasses on his face.

You nod your head, watching him look around the counter one last time before greeting you goodbye and walking out of the exhibit. You sigh and take a seat on the chair that’s at the counter. You look down, seeing the key along with other papers that you assume is not relevant to you.

You got comfortable, placing your bag down on the counter and start to use your phone. Getting bored after awhile, you decide to walk around the exhibit for the fun of it.

You get to where the paintings were, clasping your hands behind your back after shoving your phone into your back pocket. You get in front of picture to picture, staring at it for a moment before looking to the bottom right to read its description and moving on.

You didn’t end up spending that much time walking around since you got through the arts fairyly quickly, not really caring about admiring it.

You get back to your seat, huffing and placing your chin on the palm of your hand as you lean in, closing your eyes.

You swear you could have fallen asleep but you got awoken by the sound of footsteps coming in. You shot your head up to the entrance, seeing a tall man wearing a brown velvet suit with a pink turtleneck. he had brown hair that’s slit back, though it looks a little messy.

You question how he looked at first. Brown and pink? You thought. That is until you concentrated on his face. You had to blink your eyes a few times to capture his face in your mind while he walks off to look around.

He had a jawline and features that can cut like a knife. The way every feature on his face looked amazing and straight out of a painting from someone’s imagination of a perfect man. His hair framed his face that was made for him to pull off any outfit choices or hairstyles.

You got intrigued in an instant without a doubt. You would want to look at him more but he ended up going deep into the exhibit and disappearing out of your sight.

You frown to yourself, the picture of him etched into your brain while you trace whatever you remember of him in your head. You eventually snap out of it, proceeding to look down on your phone.

You didn’t know how much time has passed since he came in. But it felt like a long time. And you still have yet to see him exit the exhibit.

Getting curious or concern, you weren’t exactly sure, you rose from your seat. Walking around, you tried finding for him. And eventually, you did.

You stand there in silence, a few steps away from him. He had his head tilted sideways as he stares blankly into this one particularly painting. It felt like he’s been looking at it for so long, seeing how his body didn’t bother moving an inch and it looked like he was in a trance.

You suck in your lips, looking up from his hair down to his high cut black Converse sneakers. He had such a perfect body proportion along with his height. Even his side profile felt breathtaking and you couldn’t even imagine how you’d feel if you were to get up close to someone with a physique like his.

You decided to turn back and leave, taking silent steps and making your way back to the counter. You want to leave him be for the time being. But then, your stomach began to growl, urging you to have your lunch. You turn on your phone and headed to the Grab app, wanting to order some Mcdonald and have it delivered here. Mr. Dejun didn’t say that you couldn’t eat here so might as well.

Thirty minutes passed. You had you food but you still have yet to see the man leave. Curious yet again, you grab your coke and head to where you saw him last time.

He’s still there, same painting, same standing position. At this point you were getting concerned. No one can stay frozen staring at something for that long right?

You take a sip of your coke, realising that the straw made those suction noises when your cup is empty. The sound caused the man to sharply turn his head to you.

You lean back, eyes blinking as it met his. “I’ll go soon, don’t worry.” He mutters. Finally, he starts walking down deeper into the hall and looking at other paintings.

You hum, nodding your head. You decide to walk as well, wanting some of your food to be digested.

You didn’t see him leave. He probably did while you looked at some flower painting.

Oddly enough, he’s the only one that came today.

And that was your first day at the exhibit. As you lock the door with the given keys, you couldn’t help but wonder why it’s called, What is love? Observing the arts in the exhibit from the main museum building, you didn’t see anything related to love except for one or two that had a direct meaning to it. The descriptions about them didn’t exactly help either.

You could only shrug off the thought once you hear the familiar sound if Taeyong’s bike driving down the street as he comes to pick you up.

Day two comes by. you got there around the same timing with Taeyong’s help. Mr. Dejun is there again. He gives you the same instructions as yesterday, but this time you are told to make sure the peole who enter have registered in so they could keep track of who comes in and out. You were wondering why they didn’t have that system on your first day.

Quite a few people come by. Couples, families, perhaps journalists since you see them jotting something down in their notebooks while looking at the art.

What caught your eye is the fact that you see him come in again. He still looks as classy as yesterday with his slit back brown hair. But, you see someone else as well.

“This is where you wanted us to go?” You hear the women beside him say, linking her arm around his. You take a look at her up and down.

She’s absolutely stunning. From her dark brown wavy hair with curls at the bottom that reach till her chest area, the tight floral dress that cups her hourglass body perfectly, not to mention it’s proportioned beautifully just like his to the features of her face that looks just that of a model’s. You would have made an assumption that she is a model.

“Yeah, why? We can go somewhere else?” He mumbles as they take slow strides to the counter, approaching you. Needless to say, his voice is definitely amazing as well despite the few words he has said here.

The two ended up in front of you. The girl gives a simple smile. “Two tickets please.”

“You have to register with the QR code that’s there first.” You motion your hand to the sign on top of the counter that displays a huge QR code along with instructions to complete the registration.

“Ah I see. Hold on.” She jerks her arm against his, lifting her head up to the sign. He shapes his mouth into an ‘O’ as they proceed to use their phones to scan the code.

While they look down at their phones typing in their information, you thought that it’s a good time to have your eyes on him while you still can before he disappears into the exhibit.

You admire his face. You could tell his face looks breathtaking at every angle. You couldn’t see his face properly since the fringe of his hair covered his eyes a little while he’s looking down. But you liked it either way.

But you also start to wonder who that women is. His girlfriend? A close girl friend? You couldn’t exactly tell but you could make a guess that she’s more outspoken than him, seeing how he just nods his head and makes little effort to use his words when she talks to him.

“Alright, we’re done.” You shot your eyes up to them. You notice how he had his eyes on you with a blank expression. You shake your head, wanting to get yourself out of your deep admiration for the man i. front of you.

You hum, taking out the stickers that had the logo of the exhibit on it. Peeling two off, you hand it over to her. “Just stick it on your body anywhere.” You reply, attempting to sound polite.

“Also I need your names.”

Not.

You just want to know what the man’s name is.

“Nayeon.” The women brightly introduces herself. Your eyes adverted to him quickly.

“Jung Jaehyun.”

Fuck, you thought to yourself. Even his name suits him well. You practically couldn’t find a single flaw on this man appearance wise. You would want to talk to him, if Nayeon isn’t here with him today.

The two head off and the hours fly by as usual. To ease yourself out of boredom, you went to walk around the exhibit again, watching people admiring the arts and having small chitchats.

As you walk by the place where you saw Jaehyun standing yesterday, you realise the two are there. Standing in front of the same painting.

“This is boring. Let’s walk around more.” You hear Nayeon say loudly. You could’ve sworn you seen a look of anger or disappointment, or maybe both on Jaehyun’s face. But as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared quickly as well.

“Sure.” Jaehyun plainly says as he walks behind Nayeon. He glances back at the painting before having his eyes scan the area. His eyes meet yours for a brief second. You feel your body tense up so quick. You never felt something like this in a long time since you stopped dating when college started.

Absentmindedly, or maybe perhaps not, you ended up walking to wherever they went, following their footsteps and being quite a few meters away from them, they were in your sight almost all the tims.

One thing that stood out to you is the fact that Jaehyun looked somewhat gloomy or annoyed, even bored in fact. He didn’t look like this yesterday. And it’s obvious that the reason for that is Nayeon. You can’t understand why, not really diving too deep into it.

At some moment, Nayeon walks off with her phone to her ear, probably answering a call and exiting the exhibit.

“You don’t seem to be having fun.” You say, walking up to Jaehyun and standing beside him as you look at the painting in front of you.

He turns his head, looking down on you. He scoffs. “Is it that obvious?” Jaehyun asks, though the both of you seem to know the answer to that.

“Totally not.” You reply sarcastically, sliding your phone into your back pocket. “I saw you came by yesterday.” You start.

“I remembered you since you were the only one here.” Despite your eyes being on the painting, you couldn’t help but feel that his eyes start piercing into your skin. Looking up, you see him staring at you.

“Well to be fair it’s an exhibit that’s not popular yet.” Jaehyun lightly shrugs. “I actually thought I’d see my friend here. Guess not.” A small, almost unnoticeable frown creeps up his face.

“Friend? Who exactly?”

“Xiao Dejun. The one in charge of this place.”

You let out a soft “Ah...” while nodding your head. “He’s only here before my shift starts. And he never comes back either. I thought that’s something a friend should know.”

Jaehyun lets out a quiet sigh. “He’s too focused on this to let me know I guess.”

Just as he says that, you hear the clanking of Nayeon’s high heels coming in from the entrance. You know it’s her since she’s the only one wearing high heels here. “Looks like your boring date is back.” You joke with a small smile.

Jaehyun chuckles, brushing his thumb across his nose and shoving his hands into his pocket. “Sure is.”

“Hope thay you’ll be done with it soon.” You say, giving him a little encouragement to light up his mood. He didn’t reply to your statement and instead laughs softly, making you practically swoon for him in your mind when he lets out a, “Thanks.”

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow, Jaehyun?”

“Perhaps, uh your name?”

“_____”

With that, the two of you exchanged smiles once again as you walk off, seeing her hugging him from behind and dragging him off.

You couldn’t help but smile, him calling your name resonating in your head over and over as you head back to the counter.

Moments later the two left and you went along with completing the rest of the shift.

“Jung Jaehyun?” Taeyong asks, taking a bite of his chicken. You completely forgot to eat lunch today so you texted Taeyong to meet you to have dinner at the nearby fast food restaurant.

You nod your head eagerly. “He’s so handsome and hot and just.. ah~” You close your eyes as you picture him in your mind, moaning dreamily as you thought about him.

“He sounds familiar not going to lie.” Taeyong shrugs, reaching his hand out to grab your mashed potatoes that were on your tray.

“Hey that’s mine!” You shout. Taeyong giggles cheekily. “You didn’t eat so I’ll assume you don’t want it.” He flashes his eye smile, making you look at him with disgust.

“Uh no I’m saving it for last. Why didn’t you get your own?”

“I forgot okay!” Taeyong huffs, angrily taking a scoop and putting it in his mouth. “I’ll share don’t worry.”

You roll your eyes. “So is he going to go there tomorrow?”

“He said probably.” You plainly shrug. “I mean I hope I do. I get to see him again.” You smile to yourself, looking down at your finished tray like an idiot.

“From what you tell me, it really feels like you’re just stalking him.” Taeyong adds with a scoff. You let out a ‘tsk’, grabbing a tissue to wipe and clean off your fingers.

“I don’t! Okay maybe. But seriously if you seen him, I’m pretty sure you would’ve turned gay for him.”

“Imagine how hot that’ll be. Seeing how you are handsome, and he’s handsome too. Ah the gayness!” You squeal, tapping your toes and as you grin widely.

“I’ll floor you at home. Watch me.” Taeyong threatens, throwing you a sharp glare. “You can drop by tomorrow to see him if you’d like. I can text you when he comes.” You bob your shoulder, a slight smirk creeping up your lips.

Taeyong hums and nods his head, grabbing his drink and taking one last sip to finish it. “Don’t disappoint me. If I don’t like what I see, I can say it as a fact that you have low standards.”

You gap your mouth open, placing a hand on your chest and gasping, overreacting at his statement. “Oh please. I’ll never.” You say with full confidence.

The next day at around three in the afternoon, Jaehyun enters the exhibit.

“Good afternoon, _____” Jaehyun greets in a polite yet trying to sound fun manner

“Afternoon, Jaehyun.” You flash a bright smile.

“Do I still need to register?” Jaehyun asks, leaning against the counter and closer to you. You blink your eyes rapidly, wanting to take a moment to look at his face up close but shake your head out of it immediately.

“Yeah. You need to do it every time you come.” You inform him, your phone flat on the table as you boredly scroll through Twitter.

“Alright.” He does the same procedure and proceeds to walk off, giving you a soft and kind smile before doing so.

You immediately went to iMessage, texting Taeyong that he’s here and keeping to your promise that you’ll let him see Jaehyun. Almost instantly, you hear the door open and reveal Taeyong casually walking in.

You widen your eyes in shock. “Wait the fuck?” You say as Taeyong walks up to the counter and leans his body againsy it. “So where is he?” Taeyong asks with full curiosity, peeking is head into the exhibit.

“Wait how did you even get here before I texted you?” Taeyong simply shrugs. “I didn’t go back home. I had lunch then I saw a dude who’s the only one that seem to go inside so I just assume that’s Jaehyun.”

“Wow...” You reply in awe, sounding surprised, buf also not.

Taeyong keeps his eyes at the exhibit, moving his head to see all it from all directions. “Where did he go?”

You pucker your lips in response. “Might have gon’ to that painting again. I don’t know why but every time he comes by, he just looks at this one painting. He can literally stand there and only leave hours later.”

Taeyong laughs, clapping his hands. “There’s no way, you idiot. He obviously moves around while you’re here.” Taeyong breathes out, patting his chest to calm his laughter.

“But I saw him!” You growled, reaching a hand out to punch Taeyong in the chest, making him wince. “Yeah, yeah sure.” Taeyong taunts. You roll your eyes.

Suddenly, you see Jaehyun coming out of the corner. You smack Taeyong’s arm constantly to get his attention and point your finger to the direction where Jaehyun has his back facing you.

“There!” You whisper. You really did look like a fan swooning over her idol.

“Oh my God wait. Yo, Jaehyun!” Taeyong suddenly shouts out. You widen your eyes at his sudden action. You weren’t sure whether that’s suppose to embarrass you or he actually knows Jaehyun.

Jaehyun turns his head around slowly. His eyes went to you first before Taeyong, a bright smile emerging his lips instantly. “Woah Yongie!” Jaehyun walks over. He nudges Taeyong’s shoulder with a balled fist, making him chuckle.

“Uh.. So you know him?” You ask, you finger going back and forth between Taeyong and Jaehyun. Taeyong chuckles, nodding his head. “Yeah back in college.” Taeyong says. “She’s on her last year.” He adds on, gently motioning his hand to you.

“We had a chat yesterday.” You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks getting hot ever so slightly. You hum. “I was hoping you’d come so that you can see Taeyong.”

What a huge lie.

Taeyong couldn’t but scoff, making you and Jaehyun look at him with raised brows. “Pft, oh really?” He asks, sounding pushy. You furrow your eyebrows, glaring at him intensively in hopes that he will not push it any further.

“So!” Taeyong starts after an awkward moment of silence. “Since Jae’s here, wanna eat something for lunch?”

Jaehyun looks up, thinking for awhile before tilting his head back down to Taeyong. Though, his eyes met yours for a split second that made your heart skip a beat. “Alright.”

“Order me take out then.” You say, disappointment filling your tone ever so slightly, which Taeyong instantly picked up.

“Aw I would have invited you if you didn’t have work, right Jae?” Taeyong had a wide smirk on his face for a second before turning to Jaehyun. He lets out a simple chuckle. “True.”

You frown, raising a hand up to wave it at them lazily as a sign to push them away. “Okay, okay. Just go and come back quick. I want food.”

With that, you ended your third day. You ended up spending more time with Jaehyun than you’d expect, which makes you happy every time you thought about him.

The next day, oddly enough, Jaehyun didn’t come by. You didn’t see him coming in around the time he would be entering. And he never did. You waited for him impatiently, waiting eagerly for that one time you get to see him for a brief moment before he goes in to look at the painting yet again.

It felt almost weird to you. Despite you meeting him for only three days, you felt somewhat accustomed to be seeing him for the rest of the week. And him not coming in today felt out of place. It shocked you how attached to him you got. But to be honest, who wouldn’t?

You start wondering why he didn’t come. But the reality dawned on you pretty quick. He had his own live of course. He obviously has other things to do. Work? Family and friends? You thought that he couldn’t possibly be coming in everyday.

“I see you came back with her.” You whisper to Jaehyun, leaning in slightly. He heaves a sigh, rubbing his temples. “It’s... complicated. She’s probably talking to her father.” Jaehyun jerks his head to the seating area outside the exhibit, where you see Nayeon on the phone.

“Sorry if I’m intruding or anything...” You start off. Jaehyun raises both his eyebrows and humming. “But why do you keep coming here? I mean other than yesterday, it just seems like you come here just to look at that one painting in the corner of the exhibit.”

Jaehyun puckers his lips, shrugging after. “That’s complicated to answer too. Well, not really but-”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to answer.”

Just then, Nayeon comes back, running over to Jaehyun and holding his hand, interlocking their fingers. It really made you wonder whether Nayeon is actually Jaehyun’s girlfriend that he loves or is dating her for another reason.

Once again Jaehyun immediately looks bored. Before they walk in the exhibit, he looks over his shoulder to look at you. You mouth a, “Good luck.” With a light laugh, making him nod his head and turning back to the front.

With that, your bore through the hours of your shirt. For such a simple job, you were surprised at how much you were being paid. But that was all you care about anyways. The money. It served you as motivation to just push through the boring hours.

It’s near closing time now. You stood up to walk around the exhibit to make sure there’s no one left. As you head back to the counter to grab your things, you stop in your tracks when you see Jaehyun and Nayeon standing outside at the seating area. “Are they fighting or something?” You mutter to yourself as you watch Nayeon screaming at Jaehyun while he avoids her eyes with folded arms.

You raised a skeptical brow, not knowing what they’re fighting about and continued ahead to pack your things and turning off all the nights. You take one last look around the exhibit before grabbing the keys in your hand.

Just when you were about to head out, you now see Jaehyun sitting on the bench with his back facing you, his head leaning against the glass. You gulp and open the door, making him shot his head towards you.

“What happened? I saw you and Nayeon fighting.” You say, turning around and using the keys to lock up the exhibit. Jaehyun stands up, running a hand through his hair.

“We broke up.” Jaehyun says in a somewhat sarcastic manner.

“Um well I guess you need time alone?” You raised your shoulders, taking in a deep breath.

Jaehyun walks closer to you, and with each step your heart began to race quicker. You bit your bottom lip in nervousness, despite him not standing that close. “Not exactly.” He replies shortly.

You furrow your eyebrows, tilting your head in confusion. “Then what? I’m not exactly the type who’s good at comforting people.” You say, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. “Unless it’s food. I can treat you to food.”

Jaehyun nods his head, glancing sideways before looking down at you. “Okay. Then invite me to dinner.” He reauests nonchalantly, shoving his hands into his pocket as he copies your body language.

After blinking your eyes a few times, you say, “W-What like now? Do you want to eat dinner now?”

Jaehyun simply nods. It’s surprising how casual he is towards you, but you really liked it so you didn’t mind. “It’ll be nice if we could drink as well. I need to get Nayeon off my mind for tonight.”

You puff your cheeks and blew the air out. “I know a place.”

It all feels crazy to you right now. You’ve only met Jaehyun in less than a week but here you are, having dinner with him. You could guess that he’s being awfully casual since he knows that you and Taeyong are friends. But it also surprised you as to how the silence between the two of you is comfortable.

The two of you eat in silence, munching on your food with your heads down and glancing at each other a few times while you look up to take a shot of soju.

You eventually start talking. Specifically about his college life and how he met Taeyong. You felt that it’s the only way to connect with him since he did graduate from the same college as the one you’re attending.

“What’s your major?” Jaehyun asks as he reaches his hand out to pour me a shot. I downed it quickly, exhaling calmly. “Psychology. Have pills of homework I need to get done.”

You click your tongue, twirling the fork in your hand as you feel the alcohol kicking in already. To be fair, you are one to get drunk easily. Jaehyun doesn’t know that, and you’ve subconsciously been drinking more than your usual intake as your chat with Jaehyun goes on.

“Really? Why didn’t you say? I took psychology too.” You raise both eyebrows in response, closing your eyes for a moment. “Perhaps you can help me.”

Jaehyun leans in, his chin resting on his fingers that were interlocked. “Should we go somewhere?” You tilt your head, placing a hand behind your neck and rubbing it gently. “Where exactly?” You question him.

“Your home. Where else? Taeyong must be worried that you’re drunk on a work night.” You scoff in amusement, your mouth still open after you did. “And? It’s just a part time job.” You giggle, covering your face with the palm of your hand. Clearly, you already weren’t in your right mind.

You didn’t know how, but you blanked out. And somehow arrived at the rooftop of a run down apartment. But after looking around, you facepalm yourself in your mind, realising it’s your apartment’s rooftop that you’re at.

You had your head laid on Jaehyun’s shoulder. Turning your head slightly, it made Jaehyun look down on you. “Awake already?” He whispers, leaning in and making his face inches away from yours. To which you couldn’t help but blush in a matter of seconds.

“What time is it?” You scrambled around to find your bag to take out your phone but before you could turn of your phone, Jaehyun replies, “Two in the morning.” with a casual tone.

“Are you the type to wake up late?” He asks once again. You took this time, in your “drunken” state to snuggle your head into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck, finding a comfortable spot and breathing in his scent. A scent you could indulge yourself with all the time if you could.

You hum. “Yeah. Not gonna lie, I’ll probably be late tomorrow.” Your lips brushed against Jaehyun’s skin as you reply.

Jaehyun clears his throat, letting out a sigh. “Do you want to know why I always go to the same painting at the exhibit?” You bit your lower lip. Finally, the question you have asked yourself throughout the days when Jaehyun comes by.

“That one painting. It’s actually my grandmother’s. She painted it before she passed away. I found out about the exhibit Xiaojun was gonna open, and asked him to display for painting.”

As Jaehyun talks, you take in the atmosphere. The cold breeze against your skin. The night sky reflecting its moonlight onto the city’s streets and building. How peaceful it all felt, with the person you’ve been wanting this whole week the moment you saw him. You know how you got close to him, but it also felt as though you didn’t. Like a atring attached to the two of you, getting shorter and shorter till you reach this moment. A moment where you are so close that it feels like it’s too close.

“Her painting showed her own way of depicting love. I saw the other arts in the exhibit, it all had one general idea. Love. Different artists, different perspectives of love. Some showed it to be seen as butterflies and rainbows. While others depict it as something to stay away from, something you should be afraid of. Romantic love, that is.”

You hum, nodding your head. “I never expected you to be someone this deep.” You mumble. Jaehyun replies with a chuckle. A chuckle you have now grown used to. “I do art, other than psychology. But I stopped when I had to make more time for my major.”

“Continue.” You whisper. He takes a second to tilt his head up and taking in a deep breath before resuming.

“My grandmother’s painting showed both the good and bad sides of love. I knew her love life wasn’t a regular one. But I somehow was able to understand it after hours of just staring at her painting and its very brief description about it.”

You smile to yourself. You really could hear him talk for hours on end and never get tired of it.

“Want to know something?”

You absentmindedly wrap your arms around his torso, moving in close to get even more comfortable. It felt right just doing it. Surprisingly enough, Jaehyun wraps an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you close. Not too tight, not too loose. His touch sent constant electric shocks throughout your body. But it felt right. Just this moment alone, like time has frozen for you to admire it while it lasts.

“I hoped everyday you’d come to the exhibit. Just to see your face.” You say, closing your eyes as you feel his heartbeat on his chest, putting you at ease. You weren’t sure if Jaehyun’s drunk, if he’d remember anything you say. You did think of the embarrassment you’d have to face the next day, but you just didn’t bother.

“I caught your eye that fast?” Jaehyun asks.

You nod your head immediately. “You should know that yourself.”

The two of your laugh softly at the same time. This feeling, this moment. Is it the alcohol that’s doing all this? Is Jaehyun really like this or is it only when he’s drunk? Is he actually taking whatever you’re saying and can remember it the first thing in the morning?

You know you could’nt. Which is why you try to take in this night as much as possible so that it would be in your memory forever, dream or not.

“Let’s go to the exhibit together tomorrow. I’ll come by your house to pick you up.”

Silence ensues, this time it’s much longer. But as mentioned before, you felt comfortable, as though this is how it should have always been.

A sudden connection you feel with a mere stranger. Within days, you've formed an unfamiliar yet familiar bond with him, despite the minimal interactions. The world somehow made the two of you end up in such a cliche situation.

“Would love that.”

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k-llama-llama · 4 years

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~One Year Later~

“That was a terrible idea.” Zoey groaned.

“Why?” Changkyun rolled over. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Zoey buried her face in the pillow. “We’ve got a show tomorrow and I’m not going to be able to walk.”

“You can take a bath. I think this place has a jacuzzi.” Changkyun swung his legs out of bed, grabbing the two robes on the other bed and tossing one to Zoey.

“I’m starving.” Zoey kept herself tucked under the covers, leaving the robe lying next to her. “Can we order some dinner?”

“It’s only four, how are you already hungry.” He hoped up on the other bed an opened up his laptop.

Zoey snorted. “You know how. Order me food since I let you have sex with me.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t jump on this as soon as you found out we were sharing a hotel room.”

“It’s…an added benefit.” Zoey rolled over onto her back. “But I’m hungry and I don’t want to get dressed, so please make the food come to.”

Changkyun looked over at her. She did look very worn out, and he was sure he didn’t look much better. They were more than halfway through the tour, and they’d both had a lot of steam to work off. And to be honest, he didn’t really feel like having to go further than the hotel lobby in search of food.

“Please?” Zoey begged. “We can order food now and order some more later. We’ll have a movie night or something.”

“You’re supposed to go shopping with Hyungwon.”

“I already bailed. Told him I had a headache.” Zoey smirked. “Please? I just really need a full day of lounging around in bed, eating food and watching movies with my bestie.”

Changkyun rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yah.” She puckered her lips in a mockery of a kiss. “Food.”

“Fine, but only because you’re so pretty.” He chuckled, grabbing the guidebook off of the nightstand. “What do you want?”

“What do they have?”

“What does the city of New York have?” He demanded. “Come on, Zo, give me something here.”

“Chinese food?” She propped her head up on her elbow. “I heard New York has really good Chinese food.”

“There we go.” He flipped to that section of the book. “What are you thinking? Fancy, cheap?”

“Lots.” She offered. “I want lots of food.”

“Cheap it is then.” He scanned the page. “Oh, this says it can feed a family of six.”

“Then it’ll be perfect for us.” Zoey grinned.

“I’ll order it.” He opted to open the app on his phone and order through that, so that he could track the progress of the delivery.

Zoey groaned loudly as she finally managed to sit up, stretching with her arms above her head.

“I’m exhausted.” She declared.

“You’re welcome.” Changkyun smirked.

“Oh, shut up.” She chucked a pillow at him. “I’m going to shower before food gets here.”

“Be my guest.” He glanced over at her. “Just…put the robe on, okay?”

“In the shower?”

“Until you’re in the shower. It’s distracting.”

Zoey laughed, but pulled the robe on as she climbed out of the bed. She walked over to his bed, leaning down to take a look at what he’d ordered. “Do you need my card to pay for it?”

“No, I’ve got it.” He looked up at her and smiled.

“You’re the best.” She kissed his cheek. “Shout if you need me.”

“Will do!” He waved her off as she went to get into the shower.

About ten minutes past and he had just heard the shower turn on when there was a knock at the front door. He closed his laptop and went to open it, stepping aside when Wonho walked in.

“You should have come earlier, we just ordered food.” Changkyun said.

“I did too.” Wonho smiled. “I just need Zoey’s headphones. The Bluetooth on mine isn’t working and I don’t want to buy new ones until tomorrow.”

“It’s probably with the rest of her stuff.” Changkyun hopped back on the bed, checking the tracking on their dinner.

Wonho picked up Zoey’s bag and placed it on the desk, and started digging through it.

“She has so much garbage in here.” He pulled out a handful of caramel wrappers. “This is….”

He trailed off.

It took Changkyun a second to realize he’d fallen silent, and he glanced up. “What’s wrong?”

Wonho was staring into the garbage. “Is that…are those condom wrappers?”

Changkyun froze. “Definitely not.”

“They are.” Wonho looked closer. “I’m not touching but….they are. Did you…did she…which one of you.”

“Zoey.” Changkyun said. “I just got back. It was definitely Zoey.”

Wonho blinked trying to process how Zoey could have had a random hookup in a foreign city, and then looked back at the beds.

His gaze zeroed in on Zoey’s bed.

“That’s your shirt.” He said simply, pointing at the pile of clothes on the foot of the bed.

“Um…yeah.” Changkyun winced. “I took it off when I got back.”

“Why is it underneath Zoey’s clothes?” Wonho’s mouth dropped open. “Unless you…took them off together?”

Changkyun hesitated a second too long.

“You guys slept together!” Wonho shouted.

“Shut up!” Changkyun stood, but it was too late. He heard the shower turn off.

Wonho made for the door, but Changkyun blocked his way. “You just need to let us explain.”

“Explain? Why would you…how did you…”

“I was gone for like five minutes and you told him?” Zoey hissed as she stepped out of the shower. “What is wrong with you?”

“We…didn’t really cover our tracks this time.” Changkyun said quietly.

Zoey smacked him on the back of the head.

“THIS TIME? Has this happened before?” Wonho stared at them. “Wait a second…that time when I…when you…you didn’t actually have a guy over, did you? You guys have been having sex for like a year.”

Zoey bit her lip. “It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”

“I can’t believe this. I’m…” Wonho looked like he was going to be sick, before he focused his attention back on Changkyun. “I’m going to kill you.”

“No, please.” Changkyun scurried back into the hotel room.

“Oppa.” Zoey stepped in his way. “We’re both adults, and we can…do things…with whoever we like.”

“Not you! And definitely not with him.” Wonho was outraged. “I think I’m going to vomit.”

“Okay, I’m not that bad.” Changkyun protested.

“This has to be illegal. I’m making it illegal.” Wonho shook his head. “Young lady, when Kihyun finds out he’s going to-“

“You can’t tell him!” Zoey grabbed his arm.

“Why not?”

“He’ll kill me!” Zoey and Changkyun shouted together.

“But I…but you…” Wonho glared at them. “I can’t believe you slept with him.”

“Please, Oppa. You can’t tell anyone.” Zoey begged.

He stared at her. It wasn’t in his nature to say no to Zoey, even when he desperately wanted to.

“Please?” Changkyun added quietly.

Wonho sighed. “Fine. But I better never see, or hear about this again.”

“Totally secret.” Changkyun promised.

“That is not what I meant.” Wonho glared at him again, before looking at Zoey. “Seriously, Zo. You’re out of his league.”

“For the record, she came on to me.”

“Kyun!” Zoey snapped.

“As if I’d believe that.” Wonho shook his head. “Urgh, I’m leaving because my food is almost here. But I’m mad at both of you.”

“Thank you, Oppa!” Zoey smiled sweetly as he left the room.

The second he was gone, she whipped around to glare at Changkyun. “You seriously couldn’t keep it a secret for ten minutes?”

“I’m not good under pressure!” He protested.

“Apparently.” Zoey groaned, pulling at her hair. “I’m going to go finish washing my face, and you’d better have food when I come back.”

“Or else?”

“Or else I lock you on the balcony, naked.” She threatened.

“Right…” He winced. “Do you want ice cream? I’ll go buy you ice cream.”

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chayacat · 3 years

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Devil’s Sweet Star (32)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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When you make a deal, you have to make sure that both parties respect their share. usually that’s the case, but sometimes some people decide to... play differently. And when it starts to play differently, to play personal ... The finality is never good. Often, the one who wants to betray the other ends badly, sometimes it’s the one who respects who ends badly and sometimes both suffer. In Danny's case, he knows that the deal will be respected between the two of you.

He knows perfectly well that you will respect your share of the deal. And he's going to respect his own. He would have liked to wait a little longer before revealing everything to you but... it seems that fate has speed things up. It doesn't bother him that much, it's just a shame that it happens so early. With what he told you once your deal was made... You will not dare to betray him.

* I didn't have, and I don't really want to know YOUR world. * You said with disgust.

* No one wants to enter in it sweetheart. But one day or another, you end up getting into it, one way or another. But on the other hand, if I may say so, it would be better for both of us if Jed were not aware of it. Imagine the disappointment he would have, if he learned that his little treasure collaborated with a murderer! Me in addition, the assassin of Roseville. * Danny said tragically ironic.

* He'll know! I cannot lie to him and betray all the trust he has in me! He knows it when I'm not well, he...*

*Listen, Honey. You have an interest, that your nerdy boyfriend doesn’t know anything about what’s happening between us. Because if he ever learns it, not only does your little couple stop before it has really started... but in addition your two lives will stop too. For I would no longer keep my promise to leave him alive. And so do you. Did I make myself understood correctly? * Replied Danny, taking your face by the chin with one hand. He released you when you nod. *Good. You have all the cards in hand, and two lives. Let's see if you get to the end of the game. *

If with this you dare not keep your word, either you be stupid or suicidal. Or both. Today, you will both visit the apartment that is above yours. The perspective to share the same roof with you, delights him and annoys him a little. He is delighted to be able to live with you, to no longer be forced to go to your apartment, even if you are right next door, to see you. And at least, no more problem knowing who will end up in the other's bed, you will have your room for both of you.

But it also annoys him because necessarily, who says to live together ... means that you could, driven by curiosity, enter his office, and discover everything. Oh of course you'll know, when he will tell you everything, when he will finally show his face, but if you could wait until Hoggins is dead... it would suit him. He's going to have to work out a couple of things with you. Just like you will surely do with him! But apart from leave you a little privacy and don’t dig into your wardrobe ... He doesn’t know what you could ask him.

He was waiting for you outside the door of the apartment, Mr Lawson having given the keys to visit while waiting for him to arrive. The poor man had to take care of his wife who was bedridden because of a flu. Poor woman. She was always kind to Danny, always worried about whether he had everything he needed to not get sick, and to treat himself if needed. She was a kind of maternal figure for Danny involuntarily. The mom he wished he had... When he saw you arrive, he displayed his angelic smile, and took you in his arms to kiss you.

“Mr Lawson will be there in a few minutes, his wife is sick so he takes care of her a little, but he gave me the keys to visit the apartment already. We'll see for the work after when he’ll be there.” he said, looking at you softly.

“Poor woman...I hope she’ll be better soon.” you simply said.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! It’s just... I'm a little stressed with everything that's happening to me right now... the festival, the fact that we move in together. I feel like I'm going to have a hard time managing all of this all at once.”

“That’s why I'm here, sweety. think of the festival, I will take care of the apartment. And don't worry, it doesn't bother me. Ready?”

You nod and Danny opened the door to the apartment. He let you pass so that you would not see the sneaky little smile that was looming on his lips. When you want, you know how to lie. Just give you some motivation for. The apartment was rather comfortable, it will be even more so when the furniture will be there, but it’s comfortable. There were quite a few pieces, including one that could serve as an office for Danny. That he will lock of course. He will have to think about scotching his boxes well too... The bedroom was a little larger than the others, two wardrobes being on either side of the wall where the bed will be.

“It's pretty here... I don’t see any particular problem at the level of the works apart from redoing the paintings to our tastes.” You said, looking all around the room.

“For now. But it’s better to look carefully. You never know, there can be electrical problems... or water leaks.” responds Danny, before noticing a few holes in the wall of one of the wardrobes. ��See?”

“OK. we're going to do each room and we're going to write down what's wrong.”

Together you inspect all the rooms of the apartment and gradually write down everything that was wrong. There were the holes in one of the wardrobes in the bedroom, a plug that does not work in the living room and another in the kitchen, a slight water leak in the bathroom at the sink and finally a slightly damaged floor in Danny's future office. Mr. Lawson arrived a few minutes later, his wife took a nap after eating a little. Danny explained all the problems there were, the old man assuring him that every problem will be solved and that you can move in safely.

You all leave the apartment and Mr. Lawson warns Danny that he will start work as soon as his wife is better. Danny replied that if he had to, he would take care of the work, he would just need the equipment. Once Mr. Lawson left, Danny turned to you to take you in his arms.

“Do you have something planned for today? We could take the opportunity to take a little tour …" asks Danny.

“We could... But I had planned to see with Corey and Amy to start making this cake for the city festival.” you respond.

“You’ve got two weeks for that...”

“And I've got all my life for you.”

Danny smiled before hearing his phone ringing. It was Wilhelm. What did he want from him?

“Inspector?” said Danny.

“Olsen. We caught the man who was talking with Hoggins. It’s better for you if you’re there for the interrogation. That way, you will have the info directly at the source.” responds Wilhelm.

“I arrive immediately inspector.” replied Danny before hanging up. “Sorry love. I've to go. Wilhelm stopped the man who was with Hoggins three days before his argument with McKellan. He wants me to be there to record the news.”

“Good luck then. This kind of guy doesn't speak so easily. And there's a good chance he'll say anything.” you said with a smile.

“You know Wilhelm is maybe an asshole... but he is very good at making someone speak during an interrogation. He has.... very good arguments. See you later honey.”

Danny set out for the police station. It’s still surprising that Wilhelm called him. In a sense, it will actually be able to collect the information directly at the source. And in the other, Wilhelm will not have to tell him. Surely that’s why he called. So that he doesn't bother repeating everything to Danny. What a lazy ass. Danny arrived at the police station, presented himself to the policeman of the reception who pointed to him the interrogation room where Wilhelm and the man were. He knocked on the door and entered when the inspector gave him permission.

“Wilhelm.” said Danny.

“Olsen." Responds Wilhelm.

“He said something?”

“We haven’t started the interrogation. But you can already take notes on his file. We know him. This is not the first time he has been arrested.”

“it's surprising that you called me by the way. Knowing that we can't stand each other.”

“True. But it's... urgh, it’s thanks to you that we managed to catch this guy. So, I give you back the device by allowing you to attend the interrogation for your newspaper article. But I warn you Olsen. This is the first and last time. Don’t hope that this happens again.”

“You are too kind. I can't wait to see what I can get out of it.”

Wilhelm sighed before heading to the other part of the interrogation room, where the man was. He had everything from a notorious drug dealer. He looked elsewhere, swinging a little back and forth, a typical symptom of a slight lack of drugs.

“Devon. What a surprise. It’s...the fifth time maybe from the beginning of the month? You try to beat a record?” said Wilhelm, sitting in front of the man.

“Shut up Wilhelm.” Responds Devon.

“Oh. Usually, you are more... aggressive with me from the start. Sometimes I don't even have time to sit down that I'm already on the verge of breaking your mouth. What happens to you, are you sick?”

“Go straight to the point, dirty cop asshole, why am I here? I have not sold any drugs today. And I made no one shit.”

“Ah, there I find my Devon.” replied Wilhelm before showing the picture Danny took. “Surely you're aware that Horace McKellan is dead huh? You surely also know that Hoggins threatened him 3 days before his death. Well, this little picture was taken a few days before the threats. You're very photogenic tell me, I love your profile face.”

“What’s the report?” asks coldly Devon.

“I want to know what you were talking about with Hoggins on the day of this photo. And I advise you not to play asshole with me. Because if I ever find the slightest trace of your passage at McKellan's house, it’s life imprisonment that you will take as a sentence. I am sure that your mother will be heartbroken.”

“Leave my mom f***ing alone!”

“So tell me everything you know! And I assure you that we will try to arrange your sentence according to your participation in this crime.”

Devon looks at the photo, slightly biting his tongue before blowing and facing Wilhelm.

“Hoggins was furious on the phone. He asked me to come and see him that day. He thought that his associate had betrayed him in relation to this scandal to save himself the balls. He wanted... He wanted to hire me to take care of him. He said to me, and I quote: This bastard is going to fuck everything up! He MUST disappear! and YOU will take care of it. He was willing to pay me $2,000,000 for it. I refused. ” he explains.

“With such a price you refused to kill? You will understand that I find it hard to believe.” said Wilhelm looking at Danny on the other side of the tinted glass.

“You may think what you want from me Wilhelm, drugged, failed, waste of society, but I'm not a f***ing killer. I left, telling him that I couldn’t kill a man who did nothing to me. He told me nothing. And 6 days later I learn that McKellan is dead. I told myself that he had finally found a guy crazy enough to do the job.”

Danny carefully noted everything Devon was saying, holding back from smiling. That's exactly what he needed to hear. And this will make the rest of his plan even more delectable. Hoggins is good for prison... unless Danny kills him before. Which, of course, is going to be the case in 2 weeks. Your name is going to be cursed over several generations Hoggins, you're screwed.

“He contacted you again after that?” asks Wilhelm.

“No. I didn't hear from him... until recently. He contacted me because he wanted to offer me another job. But when I arrived, he was irritated.” responds Devon.

“Why?”

“Two journalists from the Roseville Gazette, including one whose name was...how did he tell me already? Olsen, I think, came to interview him in relation to all this.”

Danny suddenly raised his head. Devon was therefore the famous important appointment that Hoggins had and that pushed him to shorten the interview. Why strangely it didn't shock him?

“What did he say?” Continues Wilhelm.

“At first, when I got him on the phone, he wanted us to discuss the drug business. But when I arrived, he got upset because this Olsen had provoked him on a bunch of stuff. I told him that it was the journalists, that it was normal for them to do this kind of practice. But he was so irritated that he didn't even hear that. What he made him shit the most was that this guy, Olsen, was dating a girl that Hoggins called "his bird of paradise". That it was out of the question for a "parasite" like Olsen to put his dirty paws on her. He told me that the girl in question was the boss of Nebula, the café that opened recently.”

Danny's blood only made one turn. Being called parasite, he didn’t care completely. But this dirty big pig, dares to consider you as HIS property? It's too much. You are only HIS and His ALONE.

“He told you something else?” Wilhelm said.

“He wanted me to go and scare this girl to leave Olsen. Nothing very nasty in itself. But here too I refused. I just want to do my business quietly, that's all.”

Wilhelm nod and leave the room to discuss with the other officers. Danny had stood back, pretending to reread his notes. With rage in his stomach, he thought of only one thing; Kill Hoggins. And it could happen faster than he had anticipated.

If Hoggins wants to play this game, if Hoggins is looking for war... He found it.

Unfortunately for him, he attacks the wrong person.

And he’s gonna pay for it.

***

(And it’s done! Summer Vacation is coming and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as you can! In this period of pandemic which unfortunately forced us to deprive ourselves of some things such as outings with friends and others, it’s time for all of us to enjoy this summer while remaining alert, hoping that it is finally over. I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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Broken Melody - Part Eight

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven,

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 7k+

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, 18+

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: Emma spends the day with her sisters and Lena before heading back to the tour the next day.

I obviously needed to write more before the angst started. But... This is officially and I mean OFFICIALLY the last part before the angst hit.

So enjoy and get ready.

As always B!D is named.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @thewitchandtheassassin, @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz

“What do you think she’d like?” Emma hears Alex’s voice whisper behind her.

“Why don’t we just order everything?” Kara whispers in front of her.

“Cause unlike Emma we don’t have hundreds of thousands of dollars.” Alex chuckles quietly making Kara grumble.

But Emma frowns slightly, realising this was not the position she fell asleep when she sang to Kara during the storm.

“Em?” Kara whispers causing Emma to slowly open her eyes.

“M’ning.” Emma smiles sleepily at her blonde sister.

Kara grins back at her. “Morning sleepy head.” She leans over and kisses her baby sister’s forehead making Emma hum happily.

“Peanut? Do you want American style pancakes or crepes?” Alex rests her head on Emma’s shoulder while looking at her phone as she orders their food.

“Crêpe.” Emma yawns.

“Ha! See! I told you Emma would want a crepe!” Kara laughs loudly and Alex pokes her tongue out at her.

“Hmmm, they taste so yummy.” Emma stretches and kisses Alex’s cheek. “Morning.”

The redhead smiles and kisses Emma’s cheek back. “Good morning.”

“Urgh, I don’t wanna get up.” Emma leans back into Alex and pouts. Emma is always more groggy the morning after a gig. Especially when she crosses a few time zones and stays up with her sisters until the early hours of the morning.

“Then don’t.” Kara shrugs and carefully flops into Emma’s arms.

“We can eat here.” Alex finishes the order and wraps her arms around her baby sister.

“How much do I owe?” Emma asks as she plays with Alex’s red hair.

“You owe nothing.” Alex says determined to not allow Emma to pay for the meal. But knowing Emma, she will find a way to slip money into Alex and Kara’s clothes at some point. Or leave it around their apartments.

“It’s our treat.” Kara boops Emma’s nose causing the blonde to scrunch her nose up. “Especially with the triumph of the tour!”

“Thank you.” Emma smiles at her sister.

“Been meaning to ask you.” Alex draws Emma’s attention to her, leaning her head back so she can partly see the redhead. “I saw a few camera’s yesterday, what’s that about?”

“Ah yea, they are recording each show and hopefully at the end we can put it all together.” Emma explains and her sister’s nod. “And do a behind the scenes thing. Kind of like our final farewell to the fans.” Emma finishes sadly. She was excited about her solo career but for years all she has known is life with the band. Maybe it won't be that different or it will be completely different. One thing Emma does know is that she doesn't work well with change.

“Hey.” Alex says softly, feeling the waves of unease roll off the blonde. “It will all be okay. We’re in this with you.”

Kara reaches around and holds Emma’s hand. “El Mayarah.”

“El Mayarah.” Alex repeats and smiles.

“El Mayarah.” Emma says softly as her eyes glisten. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two.” She smiles down at Kara and rests her head against Alex’s cheek.

A knock on Kara’s door has the Superhero quickly look round but she didn’t want to interrupt the moment.

“Go Kar, it’s fine.” Emma chuckles, releasing her sister and wiping the tears from her eyes. Sighing happily in Alex’s arms.

Kara zooms to the door and zooms back with the bags of food. Alex places a kiss on Emma’s head before letting her go and sitting up. Emma whines and pouts slightly.

“Come on Peanut, you can’t eat like that!”

“I know…” Emma grumbles and sits up against Kara’s headboard. She watches bemused as Kara dishes out the food. “I forgot what a Danver’s brunch looked like!”

“The best kind!” Kara smiles brightly at her and hands the heavy plate over.

“Preach.” Alex laughs and reaches for her plate.

The sister’s dig in, laughing and chatting.

“Hmm, speaking of which.” Alex starts before shoving some more food in her mouth. Emma rolls her eyes at Kara and waits patiently for Alex to finish her mouthful. “What are your plans with Lena later?”

“Oo yea! What do you have planned?” Kara asks excitedly.

“Nothing really.” Emma looks out one of Kara’s windows. “As it’s nice I may suggest a walk in the park, maybe get some ice cream.” Emma shrugs. “Honestly I’d be happy to do anything with Lena as long as we’re together.”

“Awww!” Kara says warmly.

“Sickening.” Alex shakes her head and Kara throws a cuddly toy at her. Emma and Kara both laugh when it hits her right in the face. Alex retaliates and throws it right back.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Emma holds her plate and fork up. “Precious food in the vicinity!”

Both Alex and Kara stick their tongues out at each other before settling back down.

Emma chuckles and shakes her head at her sisters. “So, what have you two planned for later?”

“Nothing really, eat, work, eat, relax, eat, sleep, get up, eat, work, then see you tomorrow for lunch.” Kara lists off.

“Sounds like a great day planned.” Emma grins at Kara and looks at Alex.

“Much of the same thing.” Alex shrugs.

“Are you seeing Kelly?” Emma tilts her head slightly as she takes a bite of her crêpe.

“No, she’s got important meetings today.” Alex says sadly and Kara gives her looks of support.

Emma narrows her eyes, sensing something off with the red head. “Are things okay between you?”

“Yea.” Alex says too quickly.

“Alex.” Emma sits up straighter.

“We’re fine. Just-” Alex huffs. “Things have just been a bit rough lately.”

Emma immediately lowers her plate and fork. Her stomach drops at the guilt of not noticing Alex’s turmoil. “Alex…”

“No, I’m okay. You’ve been busy and stressed and it’s not a big deal.” Alex rattles off but her shoulder sag and tears fill her eyes. Which she unsuccessfully tries to hide.

Emma places her plate on Kara’s bedside table and grabs Alex’s which Kara takes. Emma lifts Alex onto her lap and holds her sister close, which causes Alex to sob.

Emma looks over at Kara who watches them sadly. She closes her eyes as the guilt floods through her. Even though she keeps in regular contact with her sisters, the fact she hadn’t known Alex was struggling is tearing her apart. “It’s okay, let it out.” Emma whispers into Alex’s ear as she rocks her gently. Kara places the plates somewhere safe and shuffles over to her sisters. She wraps her arms around the both of them and sighs sadly.

Eventually Alex’s sobs die down and she lifts her head from Emma’s shoulder. Kara moves beside Emma so they are sat in a triangle.

“Sorry, I got you all wet.” She says while rubbing the tears from her face.

“Yea, well I needed a shower.” Emma jokes while rubbing Alex’s back. Kara and Alex laugh and Kara reaches out to wipe a few tears Alex had missed. Emma takes a deep breath as she watches them. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you.”

Alex’s head snaps to Emma so quickly that Emma is worried the redhead got whiplash. “What you talking about?!”

“I haven’t been here to support you.” Emma looks deep into her sister’s eyes to press her point. “But I’m never, ever, EVER, too busy or stressed for you. Okay?”

Alex nods slightly and Emma hates how vulnerable she looks.

“Please Alex, if you need to talk to me just text me and I’ll contact you as soon as I can. I mean it.”

Alex gives her a watery smile “I know.”

“El Mayarah.” Emma says firmly. “We are stronger together.” She looks over at Kara and holds her hand. “All three of us.”

The sisters spend time talking more about what Alex can do to save her relationship. But Alex quietly admits that the relationship probably can’t be saved. Emma hates seeing how defeated Alex looks, knowing how long it took the eldest Danvers to get over Maggie. Emma has a sneaky suspicion that Alex still hasn’t gotten over the detective.

As Alex goes to use the shower the sister’s move into the living area. Emma takes the plates over to the kitchen and looks over at Kara sitting on the sofa. Emma slowly approaches, chewing her lip. “Kara?”

Kara looks up with a smile as bright as the sun. “Yea little one?”

Emma tilts her head and flops down on the sofa. “I thought we got rid of that nickname?”

“You’ll always be little one to me Em.”

Emma smiles weakly and places a pillow in her lap. She plays with a loose thread until looking up at the other blonde. “How are you? Really?”

“I’m fi-”

Emma interrupts her with a raised eyebrow which makes Kara look down at her hands.

“I’ve been better. Been on a few dates but with work and, other things-” Kara trails off and shrugs.

Emma watches Kara closely. ‘And the worst sister award goes too!’ Emma thinks sarcastically. She’s already planning things she can do with her sister’s once the tour is over in a few months time.

Emma reaches out and holds her sister’s hand. “And what I said to Alex, the same goes for you. Contact me whenever you need me okay?” Kara looks up, her blue eyes glisten and Emma cups her face. “Kara I mean it. Heck fly out to me if you have too. You both mean the world to me.” Kara smiles and wraps her arms around Emma, holding her close.

“Shower’s free.” Alex says a few minutes later as she goes into Kara’s room to change. Looking over at her hugging sisters and a small smile spreads across her lips.

“You wanna go in next?” Emma asks softly. Not really wanting Kara or her to move.

“No you go.” Kara lets go of Emma and sits back on the sofa. Picking up her phone and starts scrolling.

It doesn’t take long for Emma to shower and change into the clothes Kara brought over from her apartment. Blue skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt, black converses and Emma puts on her trusty red leather jacket. She hears music coming from the living area and when she exits Kara’s bedroom she smiles at Alex and Kara dancing. Grabbing her phone she starts a video and points it at her laughing sisters.

Kara looks over at her. “Emma! Come on!” She beckons her sister over. Emma smiles and places her phone on top of the tv to capture her dancing with her sister’s. Their laughter and happiness shining through.

-- -- --

The sister’s walk over to L-Corp. Enjoying the clear blue sky and each other’s company as they chat about the rest of the tour. Kara and Alex quietly figure out when they can next come to a gig. At one point Emma links arms with both her sisters, Kara smiles and Alex squeezes Emma’s arm. They walk insync along the pavement. When they are half way on the walk Alex’s phone rings causing the sisters to halt.

“Danvers.” Alex answers the call. Her face becomes hard and Emma recognises Alex morphing into the Director of the DEO. “Okay, we’ll head in now.” Ending the call Alex takes a breath and nods her head towards an alleyway. The sisters quickly walk towards it. “There’s been a disturbance at an old Cadmus facility.” Alex looks at Kara. “Can you fly me over to the DEO so I can get suited up? We are going to meet the others there.”

“Sure.” Kara nods and turns to her baby sister. “It was so good spending time with you!” She hugs Emma close and squeezes enough that she won’t hurt her sister.

“Yea we should do it again sometime.” Emma says sarcastically causing Kara to laugh loudly. Emma holds Kara a bit longer than normal. Hating the fact her sister’s are heading into danger. Again. “Love you.”

“Love you too little one.” Kara says gently.

Finally she breaks away and turns to Alex. Pulling her into a tight hug. “Please stay safe.”

“Of course we will peanut.” Alex says softly. Knowing she shouldn’t promise something that she can’t control. Knowing that on missions, anything can happen. Especially when Cadmus is involved.

“Love you. Let me know when it’s over.” Emma repeats and squeezes her sister.

“We will and I love you too.” Alex smiles and squeezes back.

Emma steps away from the redhead and sees Supergirl has taken Kara’s place. Emma gives her sisters a smile before Supergirl picks Alex up and shoots off into the air.

When Emma can no longer see her sisters she takes a deep breath and heads out of the alleyway. Emma continues her walk towards L-Corp, putting her ear buds in and listening to music. A few people gawk at her or wave and she smiles and waves back. No one stops her this time, not that Emma minds being stopped by fans.

When she approaches the L-Corp building she is immediately ushered through by the heavy security. She smiles and nods her head at L-Corp employees while entering the elevator. She presses the button for the top floor while taking out her ear buds.

Butterflies start fluttering around Emma’s stomach as the elevator ascends, knowing she’ll be seeing the woman she loves soon. Her mind is still in a state of shock at how Lena Luthor, the badass CEO who Emma is in awe of, who Emma felt lucky calling her best friend, could have the same feelings of love for her. Emma Danvers, who barely passed high school as her talents didn’t lie in academic work but in music. Who didn’t go to college, much to the displeasure of her Mom, but immediately joined the band which changed her life.

Her phone pings and she looks down at it. Opening the message quickly when she sees it’s from Alex.

Alex: Was a false alarm. Back at work and Kara heading to Catco.

Emma breathes a sigh of relief and sends a message back. The elevator doors slide open on the top floor and Emma tries not to sprint out of them.

“Good afternoon Ms Danvers.” Jess smiles at her as she approaches.

“Hey Jess!” Emma returns the assistant's smile and pauses in front of the desk. “So, how long have we known each other?”

Taken aback Jess blinks at the blonde.

“A while yeah?” Emma tilts her head, still smiling and Jess nods. “Okay, so please call me Emma. Ms Danvers just doesn’t sound right and makes me feel old.”

“Right… Sorry Ms- I mean, Emma.” Jess smiles again.

“Lena free?” Emma asks, knowing she can’t just waltz in.

“Yes she’s finished her meetings for today, you can go through.”

“Awesome!” Emma turns and walks towards Lena’s office door. She pauses for a split second and then lifts her hand up to knock.

“Come in.” Lena’s muffled voice calls out.

Emma enters and her heart leaps at the sight of her girlfriend. She closes the door behind her and leans against it. Just watching as Lena continues to work. A smile spreads across Emma’s face.

Lena lifts her head and as their eyes connect, they feel like their breath has been taken away.

“Hi.” Emma says shyly.

“Hi.” A smile like Emma’s spreads across Lena’s face. She watches as Emma struts over to her and sits on the desk. Emma leans down and kisses Lena’s lips in a passionate kiss. When they break away Lena blinks and looks down at her work. “Sorry-” Lena looks back up at her girlfriend. “I’ll be done in a moment, I just need to write these last few notes.”

“No worries.” Emma removes her backpack and leather jacket. Placeing it behind a chair facing Lena’s desk. She sits and scrolls through her phone while partly watching her girlfriend work. Soon a memory filters through her mind.

“Tell me what you want love.” Emma says seductively as she watches Lena squirm through her computer. She’s tempted to crank up the remote to full power but she also wants to prolong Lena’s release.

“I-I want you to, urgh, get on your knees and, and, eat me out, fuck! Under my desk.” Lena gasps out her fantasy as her hips buck as she rubs her clit.

Emma moans at the thought and files the request away for when she’s next in Lena’s office.

Emma licks her lips and is immediately turned on. She squeezes her legs and decides to wait until Lena is finished with her work. The wait gets Emma more and more excited.

When Lena closes her tablet and starts gathering up the papers around her she doesn’t notice Emma standing. Or how the blonde sways her hips while making her way around the desk.

Emma smirks when she notices how Lena is still in work mode and hasn’t lifted her head. Emma leans down and kisses an area of Lena’s neck, behind her ear, that she knows drives the raven haired beauty crazy. Lena gasps out and moves her neck so Emma has better access.

“Remember that fantasy you told me recently?” Emma whispers seductively before continuing her kisses.

“Yes.” Lena moans as she closes her eyes and tightly grabs the handles of her office chair.

Emma pulls away. “Well, how bout we make that a reality?” Lena opens her eyes and watches as Emma kneels under the desk. She shifts in her chair as Emma runs her hands up and down her thighs. Lena reaches down and presses a button that locks her office door. Not wanting any interruptions.

Emma slowly pushes Lena’s pencil skirt up and pulls Lena towards her so she’s on the edge of the chair. Causing Lena’s breath to hitch, arousal surging through her. Which intensifies as Emma plants kisses up and down her thighs. Emma smirks when she feels her girlfriend tremble.

“Em?” Lena asks hesitantly, stopping Emma’s movements.

“Yea?” Emma responds, worried she’d overstepped.

“I want to see you.” Lena rolls her chair back slightly and Emma shuffles forward but is still partly hidden by the desk. Lena opens her legs wider, pulling her pencil skirt above her ass. And Emma is greeted with the sight of a pantless Lena.

Emma grins and raises an eyebrow at the CEO and who bites the corner of her lip. Watching her intently. Keeping the eye contact Emma leans forward and slowly licks her tongue up Lena’s folds. Causing Lena’s mouth to drop open and gasps in a light moan. Emma grins slightly and stops just before she gets to the clit and repeats from the bottom of the labia again.

“Em… Please.” Lena breathes out as she tries to widen her legs further. Lifting her right leg onto the desk, papers be damned and her left legs over Emma’s shoulder. The shift causes Lena’s chair to roll slightly but Emma stops it as she holds on.

Emma presses her face more into Lena and licks the clit. Causing the CEO to slam her head back against her chair and a deep moan reverberates around the office. Lena reaches out, running her fingers through Emma’s hair and keeping a hold of her head.

Emma continues to kiss and lick Lena’s pussy and clit. Savouring the wetness building as Lena’s hips start moving with Emma’s tongue.

“Fuck, Emma. Don’t stop.” Lena moans out. This spurs Emma on even more. She applies more pressure and quickens her pace. This causes Lena to moan even more and she pushes Emma’s head further into her. Soon Emma feels Lena’s body tensing and her hips grinding even harder against Emma’s mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lena yells, closing her eyes as Emma keeps licking at her release. Lena spasms a few times before collapsing back into her chair. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath and gently caresses Emma’s head.

Emma laps up Lena’s cum and lifts her head. Resting it on hand as she leans against the office chair. She watches her girlfriend come down from her high. Taking every detail of Lena’s coloured cheeks on her pale skin. Green, dilated eyes open and connect with Emma’s.

“Hi.” Emma smirks, knowing she isn’t done with her girlfriend.

“Hi.” Lena breathes out and goes to lean forward to kiss Emma. But she freezes when Emma dips her head again and kisses Lena’s dripping pussy. Humming at the taste and the build up of cum there.

Emma licks her way up to Lena’s clit again and the CEO’s hips jolt as she’s still sensitive from her recent orgasm. Lena’s moans fill the air and her hands go back to Emma’s head, caressing and holding it in place.

Emma sucks and kisses the clit as she gently rubs a finger through Lena’s folds. Covering it with the slick wetness there. She looks up at Lena in permission and her girlfriend nods while biting her lip. But Lena is soon calling out Emma’s name when the blonde pushes two fingers into Lena’s pussy. Pulling out slightly before slipping in further.

“Fuck! So good! Emma!” Lena repeatedly chants as Emma continues thrusting into her, finding her g-spot and licking her clit.

Soon Emma feels Lena’s pussy muscles tighten on her fingers and Lena’s whole body tenses. Her hips jolt forward and her back arches, lifting her off the chair.

“FUCK!” Lena screams totally lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm.

When Emma can remove her fingers she lowers her head, sucking and licking the sweet, sticky cum from Lena’s pussy.

Totally spent, Lena collapses against her office chair. “Em.” Lena gasps trying to catch her breath by breathing deeply. Emma looks up and smiles. She pulls away, running a finger on her chin covered in Lena’s juices.

The raven haired beauty watches as Emma licks her fingers and she groans at the sight. A fire ignites inside her. Shakily she pushes the, now very wet, office chair back and removes her legs from the desk and Emma.

“Lee?” Emma asks while grinning.

But her girlfriend doesn’t answer. Instead she stands and pulls Emma up with her. She quickly slams her lips onto Emma’s and moans at the taste of herself. Lena tugs Emma further into herself and quickly turns them around. Pushing Emma against the window and deepening the kiss.

Emma moans and her need heightens even further. Lena seems to sense this and wedges her thigh in between Emma’s leg. The blonde moans even louder into the kiss and starts grinding against her girlfriend.

“Lee!” Emma yells as she holds tighter onto Lena’s shoulders. Her head hits the window behind her and she chants Lena’s name over and over.

“That’s it Em-ma.” Lena’s husky voice whispers in Emma’s ear causing her pace to become frantic with need. Her underwear was already soaked and ruined. The friction causing Emma to get to her release quickly.

“I’m coming!” Emma yells as her hips buck wildly as she grinds even harder into Lena’s thigh. Emma gasps and quivers as the orgasm rocks through her.

Lena observes Emma with a smirk, making sure Emma doesn’t fall. When the blonde starts to slow her pace the raven haired beauty leans by Emma’s ear. “Do you know another fantasy I have?”

Emma shakes her head as she still grinds against Lena, hoping for another sweet release..

“What was that? I need to hear you Em.” Lena orders.

“No. What, oh Rao, what is your, fuck! Other fantasy?” Emma gasps out.

“To fuck you on my desk.”

Emma’s brain short circuits and her grinding halts. Lena smirks and lifts Emma’s face to hers. “Would you like that?”

Emma nods.

“I need to hear you say it.” Lena kisses around Emma’s face and reaches out. Moving Emma’s hips against her thigh.

“Please.” Emma groans.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me on your desk!” Emma cries out.

Lena kisses Emma and immediately the blonde deepens the kiss. Lena spins them around and moves towards the desk. Papers fall to the floor as Emma falls against it. Lena hitches her up further onto it and rests between her legs. She breaks the kiss and her hand hovers over Emma’s jean button. “May I?”

“Yes.” Emma gasps out in anticipation.

Lena quickly unbuttons Emma’s jeans and pulls the tight jeans down so she has the access she needs.

“Do you know what else I fantasise about?” Lena gently rubs her fingers over Emma’s drench underwear.

“Hmmm, what?”

“People being able to see us but not being able to say anything due to the NDA they were made to sign.” Lena quickens her pace and bites her lips. “God Emma you're so wet.” Not waiting another moment she pulls the underwear down, Emma lifting her ass to help. Lena then leans down and buries her head between her girlfriends legs. Humming at the taste of Emma's juices.

Emma is already over sensitive and jumps when she feels Lena’s tongue lick her folds.

“Lee!” Emma yells as she slams her head back on the desk.

Lena gently moves Emma’s outer labia and licks at the juices already seeping from Emma’s pusy. Causing Emma’s hips to buck and her back to arch.

“Lee! So good!” Emma moans, placing a hand on top of Lena’s hand and head.

Lena moves up to Emma’s clit, sucking and kissing it gently before applying more and more pressure. Emma’s deep moans filling the office like Lena’s did earlier. It was truly music to Lena’s ears.

Emma’s hips buck more and more until finally her thighs clamp around Lena’s head. Deafening the CEO briefly as Emma rides the waves of her orgasm. When Emma is able to loosen them Lena looks up at Emma and grins. Slowly she stands and leans over her girlfriend. She kisses Emma’s neck, whispering loving words and her hands roam Emma’s thighs. Getting closer and closer to Emma’s pussy. She finally trails her fingers along Emma’s folds, gathering up the juices there.

“Lee.” Emma’s voice sounds strained.

Lena stops kissing her neck and looks at the blonde. “Yea?”

“Fuck me! Please?” Emma whines, making Lena chuckle.

“Well, as you asked so nicely.”

Any resort coming from Emma dies when Lena inserts two fingers into her pussy. Emma groans and holds on tight to Lena’s shoulders.

“You like that love?” Lena asks seductively as she watches Emma’s writhe under her.

“Yes! Fuck! Lena! So good!” Emma moans as her pussy responds to Lena’s fingers. Tightening and relaxing with each movement. Lena adds another finger, using her hips to thrust deeper into Emma. Causing the desk to sway and creak. She kisses and sucks Emma’s neck again, making the blonde’s moans escalate further.

“Lee! Don’t stop!” Emma yells, her hips matching with Lena’s. Her girlfriend reaches down and starts rubbing Emma’s clit.

“Fuck! Lee! Fuck!”

Soon Emma’s hips jerks as her walls tighten around Lena’s fingers and the build up of pressure finally releases.

“Lee! I’m coming!” Emma groans loudly and Lena watches her girlfriend come undone. Emma’s back arches off the desk and she tenses as all her nerve endings light up. She almost forgets to breathe.

Collapsing back to the desk Emma lays in a blissful daze. The raven haired beauty smirks and removes her fingers, licking Emma’s sweet, sticky release from them.

Lena kisses Emma’s lips before moving away into her office bathroom. She runs a washcloth under warm water and rings it out. After cleaning herself up she grabs another two washcloths, wets one and heads to her girlfriend. Lena pulls the rest of Emma’s skinny jeans off, not wanting to get them anymore wet. She starts cleaning and drying the blonde’s thighs and pussy.

Once Emma is more with it she leans on her elbows and her heart melts as she watches Lena take care of her. When Lena finishes Emma grabs her wrist, stopping her from heading back into the bathroom.

“Hi.” Emma grins, sitting up fully and pulling her girlfriend towards her.

“Hi.” Lena smiles back and wraps her arms around Emma’s neck.

They kiss which slowly gets more and more heated until Lena stops them.

“As much as I’d love for this to continue.” Lena quickly kisses Emma’s lips. “I think we should move this somewhere else?”

“Hmm okay.” Emma kisses Lena again. “Mine or yours?”

“Let’s go to yours.” Lena rests her forehead against Emma’s.

“But your apartment is closer.” Emma looks deeply into Lena’s green eyes.

“True, but, as much as I love having sex with you. I also want to spend time with you.” Lena kisses Emma lightly before pulling back. “Why don’t we get some ice cream.” Lena kisses Emma again. “Enjoy the day and-” Another kiss. “See what happens?”

Emma chuckles and bites her lips at Lena’s sultry tone. “Sounds like a plan.” Lena smiles at her before heading back towards the bathroom. Emma gets off the desk and picks up her clothes. Looking at the state of her underwear. “Oh er… Lee?” Lena pokes her head around the door. “Do you have any underwear I can borrow?”

-- -- --

The girlfriends soon get themselves in order, Emma in a pair of Lena’s dry underwear and they leave Lena’s office.

“Have a good day Ms. Luthor, Emma.” Jess smiles at them brightly and Emma’s face becomes beet red when she realises Jess will have heard them.

“You too Jess, don’t work too hard!” Lena jokes as she walks to the elevator and presses the button. Her smile fades when she sees the horror on Emma’s face. “Em?”

“She… Jess, would have heard us?” The doors slide open and Emma rushes in. Holding her head in her hands.

“Oh love.” Lena chuckles pressing the buttons for the lobby and turns to her motifided girlfriend. She slowly leans into Emma’s ear. “My office is sound proof.” She pulls away and smirks at Emma’s relieved face. Taking Emma’s hand Lena holds it tight. The doors open and then walk in sync out of L-Corp and towards Emma’s penthouse apartment. They grab ice cream cones along the way, Emma’s cone being a lot bigger than Lena’s, and wander through the park. Taking their time and enjoying the spring sunshine.

“Hmm Lee! You gotta try this!” Emma holds out her cone and points at the mint choc chip. They stop and Lena slowly licks at the ice cream and moans, causing Emma to bite her lip. “Of course you would do that.” Emma narrows her eyes. An idea enters her head and she quickly presses her ice cream to Lena’s nose.

“Emma?!” Lena yelps and her eyes go wide. Emma laughs and takes a step back while still holding Lena’s hand. “Oh you’ve done it now!”

“Lee! Now think about this.” Emma implores her girlfriend but ends up with a load of ice cream shoved in her face.

The two squeal and laugh as they end up smearing more ice cream on their faces. They laugh so much they fall into each other and soon tears stream down their faces. Emma wheezes and collapses onto a bench with Lena. Taking her back pack off and placing it between her legs. She rubs her eyes and smiles at her girlfriend beside her. Lena smiles lovingly back before wiping the ice cream off her and Emma’s face with a napkin.

“You know I was saving that for later.” Emma says sarcastically.

“I do apologise.” Lena chuckles before resting her head on Emma’s shoulder.

They continue to eat their ice creams and watch the world go by. Emma is fascinated as the wind gently blows through a tree, causing the blossoms to slowly fall to the floor.

“So, what did you do at sister night?” Lena asks while finishing her cone.

Emma sighs. “We got food and mainly talked.”

Lena frowns and lifts her head up to see Emma properly. “What’s the sigh for?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” Emma asks and Lena nods. “Alex and Kelly aren’t doing well and I’m worried about Kara.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Lena says sincerely, this news about Alex did surprise her. She thought Alex and Kelly were a great couple, but, like with anything, the outside can show a different story to what's going on inside. “And what are you worried about.”

“I just… With both of them they’ve both not told me how they are really feeling. I mean I message them and we facetime-” Emma sighs deeply. “But they didn’t want to stress me out while I’m on tour. Which is such a kick to the gut. I thought they knew I’d drop anything for them, you know?”

“Yea, but I can see where they are coming from. A lot of people depend on you Emma.” Lena thinks about the many other people that work on the tour. The sound and lighting technicians, the stage hands that get the stage set up and the truck and coach drivers.

Emma scoffs. “A lot more depend on them. They’re real life heroes. Saving people's lives daily and I-I just sing and play my guitar or piano.” Emma says while rubbing her forehead. Lena reaches out and turns Emma’s face towards her, looking deep into Emma’s hazel green eyes.

“Now, I know you have received tons of fan mail stating you saved someone's life. That they didn’t end it because of your songs.” Lena swallows, knowing herself how Emma’s music has been there for her. “You’ve given them hope, a light in their darkness. To me, that’s pretty heroic.” Lena says passionately and Emma’s eyes glisten as she takes in her girlfriend’s words.

“Thank you.” Emma says gratefully and kisses Lena.

“You’re welcome.” Lena holds Emma’s hand and squeezes. “Ready to continue?”

“Yep!” Emma wipes under her eyes and stands putting her backpack on while pulling Lena up to her feet. They hold hands and walk to Emma’s apartment, stopping at a store on the way to pick up essentials. With Emma going back on tour tomorrow night they are making a healthy meal. Lena even insisted they buy chicken for Emma to eat. Knowing the blonde needs her protein and not taking Emma’s no for an answer.

-- -- --

When Emma opens her apartment door she smiles at being home. Remembering how her sister’s helped her find an apartment and how all three of them fell in love with it as soon as they walked in.

The pair place the shopping bags on the kitchen island and change into comfortable clothes. They head back into the kitchen and get to work. They move around the space effortlessly and Emma twirls Lena a few times with the music that's playing. Making Lena burst out laughing and smiling as she kisses Emma.

They eat at the table and talk about Lena’s up and coming projects. As always Emma is blown away by Lena’s ideas and passion.

“How’s the project going where you, like, heal people quickly?” Emma blushes at not remembering the details fully.

“It’s going.” Lena rolls her eyes slightly. “I mean something so ground breaking you’d think there’d be a lot more interest.” Lena takes a sip of her wine. “Unfortunately there isn’t.”

Emma shakes her head. “But you are continuing with it?”

“Of course.” Lena says quickly. “It may even help with my plans to help cure cancer.”

“Like Edison.” Emma takes a bite of her meal, watching as Lena tilts her head at her. Emma swallows her food and continues. “I mean in the way it took him over three thousand tries until he successfully developed the lightbulb. For you it may take loads of tries, but, I know you’ll get there.” The smile Lena gives melts Emma and she smiles back.

“Thank you.” Lena reaches out and holds Emma’s hand.

“You’re welcome. I can be your personal cheerleader! Along with many others!”

“Not that many.” Lena rolls her eyes and takes another sip of her wine.

“Hey! Lena, look at me.” Emma waits until green eyes connect with hers. “You have many who love you.” Emma squeezes Lena’s hand. “Remember, it’s not the quantity but the quality. The Superfriends and I have your back.”

Lena gives her a small smile and they continue eating. Intertwining their fingers and sitting in comfortable silence. When they finish Emma picks up the plates and takes them over to the dishwasher to load them. But she doesn't, instead figuring she can do it tomorrow.

Turning round she sees that Lena is watching her intently. Sending a spike of excitement through her.

“So, I wanted to show you something.” Emma asks shyly. “If that’s okay? You don’t have to. I mean we can do something else-”

Lena gets up and cuts off Emma’s rambling with a gentle finger on her lip. “I’m fine with whatever we do love. What is it you want to show me?”

“Go make yourself comfortable on the sofa.” Emma nods to them across the apartment. Lena raises an eyebrow and grabs her wine, Emma’s drink and the bottle. Lena sits and Emma goes to grab her backpack she dumped by the door. Walking back she unzips it and pulls her MacBook Pro out.

“So… Erm… As you know the record company wants me to release an alarm soon after the tour…” Emma sits next to Lena and opens her Mac. A picture of the Superfriends at Christmas appears and they both smile at it. Emma unlocks the computer with her touch ID and opens her album folder. She syncs her speakers with her mac so the sound quality is better. “Well… I’ve been recording while on tour and somehow got over forty songs.” Emma laughs as Lena’s high brows shoot up. “But we’ve narrowed it down to these twenty five. Which is still too many!” Emma takes a nervous breath. “Are you okay to listen to them and give me your opinion? You can say no!” Emma says too quickly.

Lena blinks at her but then smiles. “Of course I want to listen! I’m touched you want to share this with me.”

“Well, you are the most important thing in my life.” Emma says softly. Her finger hovers over the play button, but she sits back grabbing a cushion and hugging it close. “I can’t do it! You have too!”

Lena chuckles and presses play. She sits back and listens. When the song ends Emma reaches out to stop the next song from playing.

“That song was so good!” Lena says excitedly, beaming at her girlfriend. “Will that be the opening song in the album?”

“I honestly don’t know. I mean it’s always good to open with an upbeat song. But there’s still twenty four songs to go.”

Emma starts the next song and settles back into the sofa. She watches her girlfriend nervously. Reading the slight changes in her facial expressions, the tapping of her foot or sway of her head and what they could mean. After each song they discuss the song further, Lena giving a detailed analysis of what she liked or didn’t like.

But before Emma plays the last song she closes the Mac. Causing Lena to look at her confused.

“I want to sing the last song to you.” Emma says softly. Lena nods and Emma pulls her to her feet. Emma leads the raven-haired beauty to her wooden upright piano. She grabs a chair for Lena to sit on. Lifting the lid Emma settles on the piano bench. Taking a deep breath she starts the first chord.

That summer sky burnin' in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire It's buried in my soul like California gold You found the light in me that I couldn't find

Emma thinks back to the summer and the time of the beach with the Superfriends. How beautiful Lena looked. How Lena, her best friend, became the love of her life. How she has changed Emma for the better, even in the early days of their friendship and was always there to support her.

Emma’s emotions start to get to her and the next few lines come out in more of a croak.

So when I'm all choked up But I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts

Rao yes it hurts so much whenever Emma has to say goodbye to Lena. The last kisses and longing looks as they walk away from each other feels like Emma’s heart is ripped in two every time.

When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way

Lena watches Emma with tears in her eyes. The passion the blonde is given each note takes her breath away. The fact she’s singing about her sets her heart ablaze.

Emma continues the song. Giving it her all and getting lost in the music and the words.

After the last chorus she looks over at her girlfriend. Emma smiles softly at the emotion on Lena’s face. The few tears that have slipped from her green eyes.

When you look at me And the whole world fades I'll always remember us this way

As the last chords fade away they sit in silence. Emma bites her lip in worry and straddles the piano bench.

“Lee? You o-” Emma can’t continue as Lena’s lips are against her own.

Lena kisses Emma deeply and climbs onto the blonde’s lap. She starts grinding into Emma who hums happily. Lena gasps in surprise when Emma lifts her up as she stands. Lena quickly wraps her legs around Emma’s middle as the blonde carries her to the bedroom.

Emma carefully lays Lena on the bed and hovers over her, breaking the kiss.

“So you liked the song then?” Emma asks cheekily.

Lena scoffs, pulling her girlfriend on top of her and kissing her passionately. When they need air they break the kiss and Lena cups Emma’s face. “I love it and I love you.”

“I love you too.” Emma says as she looks deep into Lena’s green eyes. “Lee, you have no idea how much I love you.”

The rest of the night is filled with their moans of pleasure until the early hours of the morning.

(Part Nine)

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lookingforhobi · 3 years

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TOUR (Part Two)

Summary: It was just a tour with your friends to explore Seoul. But life gave you Namjoon. Yes, Kim Namjoon, the leader of a world-renowned group BTS.

Author’s Note: This is originally planned as ONE-SHOT but some comments were asking for it. Long overdue because life happens but here it is finally! Please don’t reupload or make YT content without my permission. This is purely imagination.

Click the link for the part one on my Youtube channel

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

au/genre/warning: too much heartbreak; mentions of self-harm, mental health issues; pregnancy warning, unprotected sex; aggressive

Word Count: 12.9k

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Your hands are shaking as you shuffle through the set of keys to your new apartment. This has been the biggest leap of faith you ever did so far. Well, aside from your craziness and dating Kim Namjoon! But you try your best not to think of him and remember the promise you made yourself not to reconnect with him anymore. You are here because finally you’ve gotten the offer in the University to teach- a dream that happened before you started knowing Kim Namjoon better, not just as idol but the real Kim Namjoon. You sighed when you finally open the door and immediately shut it behind you. It feels different and home sickness starts to creep in. The last time to set foot to this country was with your friends, with the goal just exploring what the place has to offer, but Seoul gave you Joon. “Here you go again with Namjoon, Y/N,” you sighed to yourself. Sometimes you wish you are in different world, in parallel universe. Maybe there, things would’ve worked out. Or maybe in another life, you’d be in the same world and life would be better. “Suck it up!” you told yourself. You can’t live in what ifs and what not’s. You’re here, now. That is what matters.

You picked up your phone and dialled your Mom’s number. Living away from home, with no friends around, in a place where your what ifs are, are kind of tough. You swallowed hard when your mom picked up. She was supportive of your dreams, but when she learned you’re going to Seoul she got worried. She knew about you and Namjoon, though confused what is the real reason of the breakup, she knew you’re in for another heartbreak once your ways intersect again.

“My sunshine, how are you? How’s the apartment? How’s your flight? Have you eaten yet?” your mom worried as ever. “I’m good, Mom. Apartment’s nice, but I haven’t unpacked yet. I just got here. The flight? Urgh, I slept before the plane takes off so…” You laughed. “that’s good. Do you have food there? At least eat something before resting. You can unpack later" You smiled at her remarks, you’re going to miss her sweet nagging and the way she babysits you sometimes. “Mom, I’m a grown-up woman. A strong independent woman. Okay? Don’t worry. I got this handled like a queen!” you chuckled. “Like me,” she added. The call run for what it feels like forever, as you talk about your goals and schedules and anything, you started unpacking your stuff. Placing the family photos carefully and making sure your apartment feels like home one way or another. You smiled seeing your friends’ photos. It was the greatest adventure that winter. It was unexpected, the events were unplanned, it left a big impact of your life..and to think about it, it is one of the reasons you decided to pursue your dreams. Partly, Namjoon pushing and keeps on bugging you to, but mainly because this is where you dreamt of settling way long before you knew BTS exist. Your fascination to South Korea, the culture, tradition, and history of the place made you fall in love, added the amount of KDramas you grew up with- being Goong on top of the list because of the historic and cultural twist of that rom-com.

“Rom Com,” you laughed to yourself. The word that got Namjoon puzzled the first time you talked about favourites. He made a lot of funny poetic thing out of those words, clearly making a big deal of flexing his brainy ass! You smiled to the memories of your dating journey. But as soon as you realised, bitterness and sadness took over again. It has been 3 years since the breakup, and you can’t still take it out of your system. You blamed yourself for being a weakling, a coward. Overly dramatic and pathetic. Well, that is what other fans told you when they found out he’s dating someone. Great thing is BigHit got to intervene before people starts digging into HER that makes Namjoon’s heart flutter and inspired. Writing the song HER in record-breaking time. You can’t bear to hear it now without crying your eyes out for days. It teared you out completely, leading to issues that needs professional help. He didn’t know about that, of course you would never say it. You ended the relationship without further explanation. You dropped it like it doesn’t matter anyway. “It was just a fling.” That was what you said. But you know clearly it was not.

Of course, it’s hard dating an idol. The moment you stepped into the airport when you left after your Seoul getaway, you knew it won’t work. You cling on to the promise that he’d make time to visit you secretly, or make sure you can come to their concerts if your schedule permits. But as life gave you Namjoon in an unexpected time, fate decided to give you the bitter reality. He missed your calls, he forgot your birthday, he’d text once a month. You tried to understand all of that. He clearly has dreams to chase, and you can’t expect him to be with you-especially with their growing popularity. All the concerts, and pressure of producing new tracks, is too much for him…and you came along. Another added stress to what is already on his shoulders. He pleaded to make it work, but you knew it won’t. The biggest part-lack of human touch. You crave for it. You needed it. You needed to be reassured, and you consider touch as your love language. And it is very impossible for two people living miles apart. Heck, worlds apart! At first, you find ways. But virtually, is nothing compared to what you’ve shared back then. The amazing touch, sounds you never knew existed, his deep voice moaning your name… You shake your head once more. “Not gonna happen again. 3 years, Y/N. He moved on. You broke the poor man’s heart because you’re weak. So let him go. Let go!” you say that every day, like a mantra that keeps you going through the whole day.

You opened your SNS to check up on your friends and update them of everything. They are already planning of visiting you. Unlike with them, they did not break Yoongi and Jimin’s hearts. They made it clear after that triple date not to get involved emotionally. They knew better, you did not listen to them, hence they named you “the hard-headed, heart-breaker”. You love their honesty though, and the way they put up with all your drama and crying and making sure you’re attending therapies. It’s not that you’ve attempted to end your life though, you just didn’t find any more reasons to do the things you used to love. You started drifting away from everyone else, shutting doors even to your mom, your blank stares , and the forgotten ways to find happiness. They were the first to notice you drifting away from life. They initiated therapy sessions, made sure you were never alone but still maintaining your independence, and still respecting your privacy and preferences. They are your lifeline. And without them here, it is a tough journey. But you know, you were never alone really. You found your ways of dealing and living with it, you know the pre-warning signs. You grew stronger through it all.

By the end of the day, your apartment is tidied up, all your stuff are organised, and you felt yourself starving. You decided to have a walk around the neighbourhood, looking for essential spots around the area. You found your way towards one convenience store, and that is when it hits you. Looking straight ahead, his face is plastered everywhere- even on drinks! You wish you could just have amnesia and forget you ever met. If you could just start over, you would not let a strange man jumped into your taxi from the airport. You sighed as you try to ignore his grin from the coffee canister. You picked Hoseok instead. Their group has gotten huge that if you meet people from the outer space, they will certainly know about them, too. The idea made you smile, and as crazy as it sounds. But that what Namjoon has always manifested- their message transcends to everyone. Not just being popular but creating an impact that could change one or two lives. Yet he clearly cannot see how one group touched millions of people, and continue touching and attracting positivity to every homes. You are so proud of what they have become. Not that you have personal history together, but because before you’re HER, you’re an ARMY first. You look back to the moments when you have been struggling and how the group manage to lift you up. Ironically, the leader became one of the reasons for your confusion and heartaches for the last 3 years. If there’s an advice you can give to your younger self- DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH AN IDOL.

Weeks by, and little by little you get to adopt and create a system of how you’re going to survive this new beginning. You have also met some friends which are so lovely, even some from your country. Luckily, when Hallyu wave is the topic, you can manage to explain the true reason of you coming to South Korea- which is their rich cultures and amazing landscapes. You’ve also visited the places on your bucket list with the guide of your friends, particularly Felix. He has been very accommodating and welcoming and would give you amazing trivia about the places. You spend a lot of time together and sometimes he’d pick you up at work. He’s a nice guy, and you’re starting to like him but you know you’re not ready for anything yet. You made that clear the first time you talked about relationship, but not revealing the identity of the reason.

Days rolled to weeks, turned to months and before you know it it’s been almost a year since you’ve moved. You have been thriving and surviving, managing to build a wall between you and all BTS-related stuff. It has been quite a struggle because they are everywhere but you were able to filter the Namjoon you dated, pretend he’s a different guy from the BTS leader. Because from what you’ve learned, he is really different from RM. Namjoon is real, RM is just a tiny speck of Namjoon.

Fate must’ve been really bored one day you went to a coffee shop after work. It was an unexpected get together with your friends when a familiar face appeared. Your heart begins to race, you feel blood draining from your face, and you hold your breath. “Seems like you’ve seen a ghost” said Ligia. You can’t speak, you just stared at Manager Sejin and Namjoon entering the café. “You said you’re not into KPop?” asked Jenna. You can’t find answers, you can’t think. All you want is to bask in Namjoon’s ethereal presence. He still has that effect on you. The photos from everywhere is nothing compared to the actual Namjoon. Photographers don’t do justice no matter how they try. The man’s beyond aesthetic. His hair, that silver hair you always compliment…and did he hit the gym? He clearly did, his shoulders… his chest…oh that veiny arms who used to wrapped around your waist. That chest you used to sleep on. You’re longing for his touch…. You sit there staring at him, not minding all the questions and commotion from your friends. Not until…

“Y/N?” His voice, his heavenly voice, waking you up from your frozen state. “Oh my. You’re here? Here, here?” he walks towards you and all hell lose. You looked at your friends and strangers looking blankly at you two. Manager Sejin manages to warn anyone not to take photos, bodyguards started coming in. But you, everything seems to be moving slowly. “Ba---” he was about to say it, as if it’s the most natural thing to say. “Nam—Namjoon. H-hi" you finally found your voice, shaky and whispered, but still manageable. You didn’t know how but your friends seemed to be nowhere. It’s just you and Namjoon now, even Manager Sejin seems to have left. “Why? How? When?” he asked. Not sure how to answer, you just shook your head. “I’m sorry. I can’t, I… I don’t know how to explain.. not now, Joonie" you whispered. He smiled but you know he’s confused as well. You stood there for what it feels like eternity. You longed to touch him, you wish you could. But reality is creeping in. If you do it, it’ll ruin your Namjoon. It’ll ruin him and the guys. You cannot afford to do that. You kept your composure and bowed, attempting to walk away. Because any second, you’d burst crying and it’ll be no turning back. Your friends will start asking questions, social media will be filled of your photos, articles will be put up, heck Dispatch has its own ways of finding even your whole information. No, you must leave now!

“Can I at least call you?” he suddenly whispered. “I deserve answers, Y/N" he begged. You looked at him, he’s devastated as well. Was he struggling for the past years too? Trying hard to hide his true emotions, putting up a show for the whole world to know he’s doing great? You nodded. “Same info", you replied. “Thank you. It’s great to see you" he bowed, too formal, too stiff. He walked away first from the back door as Sejin walked past you. You bowed to both at them as they make their way out. When they’re gone, the store reopened but you chose to go home immediately leaving your friends with all their questions and worried looks.

You turned everything off- phone, SNS, laptop…anything that could connect you to the outside world. Right now, you just wanted to be alone. Soak in your own tears and begin hating yourself again. He was few feet away, so near…yet so far. You pinched yourself to make sure you can still feel anything except the emotional pain. Any pain, anything that could divert you from the thoughts of what if’s. “fuck it!” was all you can say while opening another bottle of beer. Sometimes you question how you get so lucky that Namjoon knows your existence. Yet cursed because every move means you could destroy him. “I just wanted a normal life! Date a normal guy! Hold his hand in public! Kiss him in front of the crowd!” You started shouting, over and over until you get exhausted. Curse.

You’re woken up by loud knocking. You checked the clock and it’s 4am, you only had 30 minutes of rest and whoever this is means it’s urgent by how heavy the knocks are. You remembered turning off all your connections, your friends must have been so worried. You peeked at the door, a tall guy’s silhouette stands there. “The fuck you want? Who are you??!!” you yelled. Beer breath coming out and you’re starting to get really dizzy. “open up Y/N" he whispered. “Namjoon? How the fuck did he managed to find me? You asked yourself. “Sorry, wrong house" you answered. “You can’t fool me. Let me in, please. It’s freezing" he begged. “Fuck Namjoon, it’s 4am what the hell are you thinking?” you asked him as you opened your door. You have enough beer in your system to act brave as you face the inevitable questioning. His scent was the first you caught. And God knows how much you missed that scent. 4 years since you’ve last smell that, and it brings back all memories. But now is not the time to think about those memories. “You’ve been drinking?” he has a hint of annoyance in his voice. You chuckled “duh!”. He sighed and sit himself down. “Why are you not answering?” now he seems concerned. “Disconnected outside world" you managed to reply as you tried your best to walk straight. “Jeez, Y/N! You’re wasted. This is not clearly the time" he remarked. “Yes, Kim Namjoon. This is not our time! There will never be our time!” you hissed in anger. He froze by your reply, hurt perhaps, and you started sobbing yet again. “In another lifetime, perhaps" you cried before everything turned black.

You woke up with the worst hangover headache. Everything feels heavy, and the sunlight is not helping at all. You groaned as you roll over your bed and noticed your clothes on the floor. Sudden gush of shock rush through your system as you try your hardest to recall the events from yesterday. NAMJOON! You immediately looked for signs of Kim Namjoon in your room. Aside from clothes on the floor, you’re also wearing new set of pyjamas. “Oh no no no no no no!” you prayed nothing happened between you. It will be a disaster, and you can’t let it ruin your lives again. You quickly run towards the kitchen and notice that the bottles of beer are now neatly packed by the kitchen counter, the living room tidy and not a single evidence of mess. “Joonie?” you asked. But no answer. You can’t be dreaming. No matter how drunk you were last night, you know he was here. He was, and the note on the table confirmed it.

Took the liberty to cook you breakfast. Also have medicines for headache. Lemonade on the fridge. Answer my messages/calls.

-NJ

You asked yourself how can he act as if nothing happened? Like you didn’t break his heart and tore him to pieces? Are you that irrelevant? Worth forgiving without even asking for one? How can he move on so easily? You did this, and your suffering for it but he acts cool and pretends to be okay. You pushed the food aside and went on to get the lemonade, which another note was attached.

Food first before medicine.

You rolled your eyes. And sighed as you open your phone. Messages came flooding through. From friends, your mom, voice mails, and notifications. But above everything, an unknown number with lots of missed call logs. You debated whether to call back that number, as if you don’t have a hint of who owned this number. Like on Cue, the number begins calling you. You were startled and almost dropped your phone. Your heart racing and skipping a beat at the same time.

“Hello?” you greeted.

“Finally!” Namjoon groaned.

“Why?” you asked plainly. “Nothing. Just making sure you’re up and eating.”

“Yes, I saw the notes. Thanks" you sighed. Then followed by silence.

“I have to go. But I'll call you again" he said, and ended the call.

What’s new? You mumbled to yourself. It was like that. It started with calls like that. He was always busy, you get it. You let him be, talk to you whenever he can. You never asked directly or demanded anything from him. His free time means writing new tracks, and talking to you at the same time. You were okay with it. His voice calms you down and brings comfort. He would send surprise gifts, too, with the help of Abi and Maigne.

You decided to call your friends.

“Whattt??? He went to your apartment? What was he thinking???” Maigne freaked out. “I don’t know, I didn’t get the chance to ask.” You answered. “Y/N! You didn’t…..did you?” Abi asked with questioning look. “No!.... I don’t know! I woke up with different set of clothes” you looked down, trying to recall everything but to no avail. “You…aiissshhh!!! I don’t know. How are you though?” Maigne asked, concern taking over. You shrugged because honestly, you don’t know. “Is there…is there any news? You know, SNS?” you waited patiently as both of them tried hard not to spill the tea. “Hmm. Nothing so far. Clear from dispatch. Comeback goals…, few buzzed about Namjoon and mystery girl at a coffee shop.. nothing much.” Abi said, as she scrolls absent-mindedly through her feeds. “Yeah, same", added Maigne. They were busy scrolling that they did not catch your reaction from the last statement. “Coffee shop". “What?” they asked in unison. “That was me" you swallow painfully. “Why would you leave that detail???” Maigne asked. “I was pre-occupied with him barging in my apartment. But yeah, that is how we met.” And you filled them with all the details you can remember. They are confused as well, and have different opinions on how to deal with Namjoon. “We’ll be filing our vacation leave soon. Hang in there, okay?” Abi reassured and you smiled as you ended the video call. You didn’t bother calling your Mom about Namjoon, she’ll just worry and you know she’s had enough of you getting your heartbreak.

You let go and ignored the urge to text him again. Besides, you learned that they’re preparing for their comeback. What you need to prepare is how to answer your new friends. Of course you can’t tell the truth. “I attended couple of album signing and other events for BTS. They have very sharp memories,” you lied. They didn’t bugged you again, as it has become a norm for the fans to attend public events. Days pass and you decided to focus on your work instead of basking around the idea of Namjoon, or reaching out to him. But then you receive a message from him:

Namjoon: Can we meet?

You: Outside? IDK Namjoon. It’s all over SNS

Namjoon: I’ll pick you up. The guys wanted to see you, too.

You: Is that even a good idea?

Namjoon: They missed you

You: Should we be talking first? I don’t want them to get the idea that I’m coming back

Namjoon: ok

You know it hurt him, just as much as it hurts you. But it is for the better. They might get the wrong impression of you coming back to Namjoon’s life just because you’re here now. They might protect you, they can protect you. They have been always supportive of you and Namjoon. But the main concern here is- will you be able to protect them especially Namjoon? You’ve put him in so much stress and heartbreak already, you can’t let that happen again as much as you missed him. His image is more important than anything. It’s the best you can do.

You: you can come here. We can talk here.

You were fixing your dinner when you heard someone knocking. You are not expecting anyone, except Namjoon. You furrowed your brows, it can’t be… But when you opened the door, it is him.

“Hi. Wasn’t expecting you. I thought we’d schedule or something,” you stuttered. “Oh, did I catch you in a bad time?” he hesitated. “No, no. I just thought you’re busy. Come in,” you try your best to calm your nerves. Seeing him here, miraculously you’re sober this time, makes you want to cling yourself around his arms. Feel him, touch him. It took all your might not to do that. “I’m preparing dinner. Do you wanna…join?” you can’t hide the awkwardness, but he smiled. The most reassuring smile. “Sure,” he attempts to stand up but you signalled him not to. It’s like you’re both testing waters, trying to hold back everything. “So, how are you?”, he asked while looking at the photos on the table. You scoffed “Surviving”. He nodded and smiled a little. “You?” you asked. “Album prep’s going on nicely.” “No, Joon. Namjoon. You.” You insisted. “I like it when you call me that. And yeah, I guess I am trying to survive, too” Then silence followed. You know it’s time to talk about what happened, but you don’t want to ruin dinner. Stalling, you’re good at it. Prolonging your agony perhaps but at least you’re buying a little more time to look at him. The man who was once you called home. “Dinner’s ready. Wine?” you want to kick yourself for offering alcohol when you want to talk about serious stuff. He nodded, showing his dimples. Your favourite…one of your favourite parts of him.

Dinner was fine but awkward. He tried to lighten up the mood by talking about the new album, the past concerts, the craziness of the guys, and how they get full schedule for the whole year. You are very proud of them, how they handle everything together all at once. “How are you, Y/N?” he suddenly asked. “I told you, surviving.” You replied. He nodded. “Listen..” you inhaled deeply. He sighed; he knows it’s THE TALK you’re going to have. “I’m sorry for bailing out.” You dropped your gaze on the floor, not wanting to see how devastated he is. “I should’ve tried harder. I should’ve... I should’ve fought harder. But I just couldn’t. I had to let go,” your tears begin to pool in your eyes. Your vision becomes blurry. He didn’t move. He didn’t say anything. So, you continued, “You were the nicest guy- RM or Namjoon. And I just can’t be with you. I can’t ruin you, Joon. I won’t forgive myself if that happens. I can’t defend you. I can’t…” “please, stop” he sighed. “It’s not on you, Y/N. I was too busy I forgot about you, your needs. My promises” he sighed. “I knew it won’t work. But at least we tried?” you whispered, sobbing. “We did,” he whispered too, voice starts to crack.

Months past, you focused yourself and everything into work that you never had any chance of thinking about what happened during that night. It was all dramatic but freeing. You stopped questioning everything and decided to move forward instead of dwelling in the past. He is doing well, too. You started to follow them on SNS again, started watching their new MVs and interviews. You smile once in a while, and ironically, their new songs comfort you. You were back being ARMY. Whatever happened in the past is far behind your control and concern right now. Besides, you are an ARMY first. You also started going to the places you once visited with Namjoon. Your favourite place to unwind and de-stress is the restaurant near Han River where you went on a dinner date. It was awkward at first, memories came flushing. But every time you set foot, it becomes your comfort zone. Plus the view is really relaxing and heavenly. One hell night, you were rushing to get away from all the stress of work, you drive all the way there only to be told that the whole place is reserved for VIP visitors. To your dismay, you sighed and stayed outside for a little while. While you were about to go home, someone called your name. “Y/N? Is that you?” You turned around and you were immediately enveloped into his hug. “Oh my! It is you! Wow!” Jimin giggled. “Jimin! Hi. Um, what…you’re here?” you asked in panicked. “Yes, the boys are inside. Come!” he pulled you. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Chim.” You said shyly. “Oh don’t worry with Namjoon. He’s cool, he’s moved on. We know.” Your heart pains by his remark. “Yeah. But… I don’t know.” You hesitated. “Just drop and say hi then I’ll let you be. I promise. We just missed you having around.” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and who would not fall for that trick? Especially coming from sweet Jimin! You sighed and you let him lead you inside. “Look who I found outside!” Jimin screamed. They all looked at you, mouth wide open. You can’t bear look at them but you turned your gaze to Namjoon. “Y/N?” he stood up and walk towards you. “H-hi. I was about to go home. You guys enjoy the night.” You bowed to them and walk away, but Namjoon caught your arm. “No, no. Stay for a while. Join us. Right guys?” he asked them and they all nodded. You caught Yoongi’s eyes and he looks at you with angry look. You move your gaze to the floor, trying to contain your tears. “Yeah, Y/N. Join us” he said plainly. You know Namjoon felt the intensity of Yoongi’s words, too, but he shook it off. You smiled a little, unsure about Yoongi’s reaction. “So, Y/N. What have you been up to? Are you staying for good? Or you gonna run again?” he asked bitterly. “Hyung. Let’s not.. please drop it” Namjoon interrupted. The guys fell silent. You inhaled sharply, you were put in a hot seat, might as well give them what they want to hear. To hell with all the inhibitions and pretentions. “Look, I messed up, big time,” you started. “Y/N, we’re good. You don’t have to explain. We’ve already talked” he whispered. “No, Joon. We talked, but they didn’t hear me. They also need to know. What happened was not just between you and I. They were affected, too. I know.” You sighed. “I messed up. You’ve been so protective of me, of us. You did everything to keep my identity away from spying eyes. You protected me in a way I can’t protect you. I… I felt useless, I felt like a hindrance. I can’t come near you because I’m too afraid to be exposed. I can’t let myself ruin your career.” You swallowed hard before continuing.. “Namjoon went through a lot, I know how it feels because I got my heart broken too, you know. But you were there to console him, you have full schedule to at least help him get off his mind from me. I have nothing. I always had you to comfort me, but when it all happen, I can’t even listen to a single song nor can’t bear to say your name. You were my comfort, and I broke you. It’s selfish. I’m sorry. I will leave you be.” You started crying hard. Not giving a fuck of what you look like in front of everyone. You let your heart out, you’re

standing there vulnerable and looking pathetic but you don’t care anymore. You wanted to scream, you wanted to say you still care but you didn’t. You didn’t want to hurt them again especially Namjoon. “You know we are ready to risk everything just to see Namjoon happy again. He was doing well. Now, you’re here again? Why?” Yoongi asked without any emotions. “They offered me a job here. I know I should’ve rejected it. It’s dumb. But don’t worry, I will not get in your way.” You answered back. “That’s not what I meant, Y/N” Yoongi softens. He looked at you and to Namjoon. “Is there a tinge of hope when you accepted the offer, that Namjoon is part of why you accepted it?” he asked. You looked at Namjoon and started sobbing again. Because yes, you knew Seoul is home. You knew he was here. You didn’t expect nor look for him, but you let fate decide. You readied yourself of the possibility of bumping into him. Namjoon was about to hug you but you stepped back. “I can’t do this. Not again. I’m sorry” you bowed and run as fast as you could. Away from them. You opened up another wound, you did this. But you also felt relief for having the chance to explain to the guys why you did what you did. It’s for the best. Hopefully.

“So, since you’ve fully admitted to be an ARMY, can we please please please attend their concerts?”, begged Ligia when they announced the concert details few months after the storm within you had settled. “Concerts? You mean not just one day?” you asked bewildered. “YES! I’ve been saving up and finally getting enough money to go worldwide!!” she exclaimed proudly. You shook your head, “I don’t know. I have to look at my schedule first.” She screamed with excitement. “No promises!” you replied laughing. You fixed your schedule the next day you went to work, great thing concerts are scheduled during weekends. The ticket selling was nerve-wracking though! All your friends-ARMY or NOT, help you buy VIP tickets for both days. But Ligia seemed to be wanting more so with her constant nagging, you both applied for soundcheck for both days as well. And life gave you what you’ve wished for- both days with soundcheck privilege. “You’re one lucky, bitch!” she screamed when you told her you got them, unluckily for her she was not chosen. “Well, it was your idea!” you laughed, “I’ll sneak a photo or video for you” you tried to console her. “Namjoon,” she replied. All of a sudden, you gasp. “What??? I said I like Namjoon. Have photos or videos of him doing Bapsae please!” she begged. The memories of your first night came rushing on you. He was indeed great in that movement. You blushed as you tried to contain the giddy feeling taking over you. “Sure,” you managed to answer with cracking voice.

The day of the concert and you and Ligia were too excited and messy all at the same time. Her enthusiasm got over you as well as you both giggle with the posters you made and the outfit you’ve chosen for each other. You were planning something comfortable but Ligia won’t drop the lace and harness the boys were wearing during the previous concerts and concepts. “I’m not sure about this. We’ll be standing, screaming, dancing and crying in these tight outfits for 2 hours!” you screamed. “As long I catch Namjoon’s glimpse, I don’t fucking care!’” she screamed harder. Namjoon, looking at other girls with these outfit. Bitterness takes over. You sighed and let go. You’re not in any position to complain. He’s heavenly, and his dark gaze would turn anyone into feelings not known even to themselves. You shake your head to dismiss another thought of him. The que is outrageous as expected! But one thing that is amazing- ARMY strangers turn into friends the moment you’re in the que. They are all friendly and giddy and for a moment you know you’re part of something big, a family, a universe. And for what it feels like forever you are glad you’re alive in this lifetime witnessing history made by BTS. Ligia decided to come early even if she’s not part of the soundcheck, she wanted to meet all the ARMYs and started distributing gift and tokens to her new found family. You smiled and waved at her when it’s time to enter the soundcheck area. Adrenalin pumping all over your system, like it’s your first time seeing them. You smiled, trying to recall the happy memories you personally experience around the guys. One by one, the guys showed up. Hyping ARMYs and the crowd goes wild. You were screaming as well, and then he saw you. Out of all the crowd, his eyes dart on you. He looked at you from head to toe, and back to your face. You suddenly stopped and bit your lips. The boys were busy saying something to ARMY but here you are locking gaze with their leader. You saw him mouth WOW while looking at you- in a black tight leather mini skirt, mesh stockings. Red lace bralette topped with black leather jacket, choker and harness all over your body. You were cursing Ligia for making you wear such outfit but seeing Namjoon’s reaction made you feel glad. He liked it, clearly. Then Hoseok went to him and bumped him, signalling they’re about to start the soundcheck. Hoseok saw you as well and waved at you with wide eyes and silly smile. Only then you heard ARMYs screaming and you’re taken back to your senses. You pinched yourself and tried not to be too obvious with what’s happening in your body every time Namjoon looks at you. He’s sending butterflies, making your heart beat faster, taking your breath away. You remembered your promise to Ligia and took the risk of getting your phone out. It is prohibited though, but you don’t care anymore. You’re doing this not just for Ligia but for memories of what is happening to you, to him, right here. Like he knows what you are doing he went near to your area, winked sending all the ARMY screaming. Then for a moment, they rested and talked. Hoseok laughed and looked at you and all the members nodded. Jimin went to talk to the producers and Yoongi talked, “Okay this is not in the setlist but guess what?” and on cue, Bapsae played! “Shit” was all you can say as they disperse taking their own places in the stage. And a tease as he is, he chose in front of you. Your eyes widened and he showed his smirk, and you swore as you almost dropped your phone. He was at it- hard and wild. Making you sweat, swallow, squirm and trying to compose yourself. You reminded yourself once again of the reasons why you both decided to stop trying. You were fine, but damn Namjoon teasing you like this. You can feel the heat on your cheeks as he dances in front of you, locking gaze subtlety. He’s enjoying this, and whatever it is you are teasing him as well biting your lips and parting them with a sigh. He laughed and shook his head when the song ended. “WOOOOOOWWW! Amazing! See you later ARMYs!!!” screamed Jungkook. And that marks the

end of soundcheck. Before they went back, he glanced at you one more. You smiled.

You were out and showing the video to Ligia when suddenly you received a text. You quickly grabbed your phone away from her just in time the pop-up notification shows.

Namjoon: Wow. Lace and leather huh?

You: Ligia made me wear it.

Namjoon: Suits you well, Y/N.

You: Stop. I’m not going for the soundcheck tomorrow anymore!

Namjoon: you got 2 days? Just my luck

You: Rest.

Namjoon: See you later.

You furrowed your brows to his last reply but dismissed it anyway. “Who was that? You’re blushing!”, exclaimed Ligia. “No one.” You quickly deleted the messages and hand her your phone, “You want to finish the video or what?” She giddily takes it and melts in her own world.

After the concert, you felt as if you’re drained. Every time a concert ends, it’s like it brings you to a state of separation anxiety where you don’t know what else to do except re-live every moment. It goes like that all the time. You hang in there till the next time you get to hype with them, and longing starts to creep in. They were beyond amazing tonight, setting standards for concerts to the highest. Ligia was so happy and can’t stop talking about them, now confused more than ever between who her real bias is. “So, who’s your bias? I was too focused and I lost count how many times I swerve lanes tonight!” she exclaimed on your way to your apartment. “I don’t have one,” you answered honestly. “They all hit you in different ways, you know? So I threw that bias list and hype up to whoever that gives me the most feels in different situations.” She nodded. “So glad I was able to see them live. We’re lucky” she remarked. Yes, you are. And to your luck, you noticed a car parked outside your building. Great thing Ligia lives on the other building so you went separate ways. “See you tomorrow! And be sure to wear the outfit we’ve chosen or else..!” she bids as she runs to her building. Your eyes started to linger on the car parked. You don’t want to get your hopes up but who would park there with an unreleased Hyundai Palisade?

You dismissed the thought and continue walking towards your door.

Namjoon: 2 minutes

You ignored the message and decided to reply later as you settled in your couch to rest. But your rest was disturbed at exactly 2 minutes. When you opened the door, Namjoon entered quickly, looking back if someone saw him. “Shit, took you so long to go home,” he remarked. “Are you insane? Why are you here, Namjoon! Fuck, there are people outside! You’re trying to get Dispatch expose you, huh?” He laughed and sighed, basking in the sight of you and your concert outfit. Suddenly you became aware of what you have done to him. “No. Hey, this is fun. But Namjoon, we talked about this.” You tried to calm yourself but your voice is failing you, cracking because of how intense he looks at you. “Why did you go to the concert?” he asked. “I’m an ARMY and I missed seeing you perform.” He chuckled. “I- I mean all of you. Pft, not you alone! You know.. you and the boys, and..” you are shaking under his gaze. “Yeah, and why dressed like that? You know you’re attending soundcheck and it’s not crowded” he whispered. You swear his low, dark voice, would be your death. “Ligia’s fault.” “Hmm” he replied and walk closer to you. You tried to walk back, you really need to walk away. This is going to be messy and you made mental note of how this would ruin you and his career. You know better, you have to. But your body froze, your heart beats fast, your breath shallow in anticipation. The butterflies went swirling and your heart just keeps on failing you. You blame your hormones for being too wild tonight, for letting it take over the moment your eyes lock during soundcheck. The intense gaze while dancing, the memories of you having wild sex that winter. The urge, painful urge of longing for his touch. The feelings are all too overwhelming. He feels it, too. That is why he is here, risking everything just to see you. It’s not lust, it’s not just mere body craving. It’s the longing you both have been trying to contain. You both tried ignoring it when he went for closure. You know how much he strained himself not to touch you, kiss you. But tonight, all of the what if’s and risks are slowly fading. You crave for him. God knows how much you miss caressing his silky hair, kissing his soft velvety lips, playfully poking his dimples. Seems like he can read your mind, he sighed. “Y/N,” he whispered and touch his forehead to yours. “what are you doing to me?” “Joonie, I think…” you can’t finish your sentence. You just want to grab him and kiss him like it’s your last day on earth. “Baby, I want you back” he whispered, longing voice, almost begging. “I need you, Y/N. I need my yellow. When you left, I struggled a lot. I am good at hiding, but this time, seeing you here. I am willing to take the risk. Please, come back” he hugged you tight you can feel his heart beating fast. “Namjoon, we’ve talked about this. It’s a big risk for you and the whole group” you cannot deny the fact that you wanted him, too. You wanted him and willing to do whatever it takes, but what if you ruin his image? The group worked hard to where they are now. You can’t just take it away from them just because you are deeply in love with their leader. “We are all adults, we are humans. We are not perfect just as the society wants us to be. We need love, too” he whispered. You melted, like a butter your heart melts away. Who are you to deprive the love Namjoon deserves? Who are you to take his yellow away? You are coward, and you’re making him look pathetic to be begging for you. “Baby, I want to. You know how much I love you. But what if…” he didn’t let you finish. You admitted that you’re still in love with him through these years is enough for him. He slowly dip his face towards you, inch by inch you can clearly see him brightening, gaining his own beam of light. He loves you, you love him.

Whatever it takes, you throw all your worries away. You kissed him. You let your love and adoration to Kim Namjoon take over. The kiss was surprisingly slow, no rush despite the years of being apart. You take it all in, passion and pure ecstasy. His lips as soft as ever, his hands caress your back delicately as if afraid this is not real. It’s like your hand has a mind of its own, you caress his soft silver hair. His hands travels from your back to your waist and before you know it, he’s carrying you to the couch. You sit on his lap, aware of all that is happening inside his trousers and the heat building up between you. You need to feel him, you want him so bad you deepened the kiss. His tongue gently asking for permission, and you let him in. Soft moans and gasps are all you can hear in the silent living room. Before you could go any further, you break it. “Why?” he whispered. “You still have concert for tomorrow, Baby. And as much as I want you to spend the night here, I do. God, I really do. But I want to-“ “Let’s take things slow” he finished. He smiled sincerely and kiss you again, more passionate than ever. You nodded and he pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh how much I miss you, Y/N. I don’t want to let go.” He chuckled. “Me, too. So much that it hurts. But for now, you are RM. And as RM, you have to be at your 101% tomorrow. Today, you’ve been so rough and full of energy. I don’t want to have that energy all to myself tonight.” You teased. “But what about your outfit? I wanna ruin it, rip it off. Replace that choker with my hands” he whispered. “I love that. But not today” you teased back. He grunted but brings you into a tight hug. “So this means, you’re mine. Right?” he asked. “Silly! I am always yours, Kim Namjoon. Always.” You kissed him once more, savouring the feeling of being enveloped into the arms of your man once more. You were enjoying the comfiest hug when his phone buzzed. He answered but still holding you close. “Yes. I’m here at Y/N’s apartment. Shut up! No, I’m going back later. Let me fucking enjoy my girlfriend, Hoseok! STOP CALLING ME!” he laughed as he ended the call. “What was that?” you asked. “He keeps on asking if I’m coming home tonight or if I want to meet them at the stadium tomorrow instead” he chuckled. “Hoseok and his cuteness!” you giggled. “They missed you, you know. They saw you today, and they keep on bugging me to bring you there” he looked at you, asking for permission. “I missed them, too. But we’ll work it out. After what happened to Yoongi, I don’t know if I’m even welcome anymore,” you admitted. “Hey. Babe, it’s fine. When you left that night, we had discussions. They fully understand now. He even asked about you today. He saw you, too” he explained. “And…?” you bit your lips, bracing for a heart-break. “He wants to make up. So please come with me after the concert tomorrow?” he showed his dimples, acting cutely. “What if someone sees me?” you are worried and questions are starting to pile up again. “We got it covered, just like the old times. Besides, we’re adults. We’re all going to date one day, it just so happens that I got you first” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes on him, setting your head on his broad chest. “You’ve gotten big” you teased. “Wait till I show you. Now?” he whispered. “Not today” you laughed.

Your next concert outfit was the complete opposite of yesterday. You choose to wear BT21 pyjamas, complete with headband and other accessories. Since Ligia is wearing Koya, you chose to wear Chimmy. When Namjoon saw you at the soundcheck, he can’t stop laughing and even pointed it to Jimin, to which he almost rolls on the floor with too much laughing. It was fun seeing them doing the things they love, and seeing Namjoon so happy today. Others also noticed it by the amount of SNS updates of how he was looking so fine today and his dimples deeper than ever. To your surprise, they change some of the song line up for day 2. They added Outro: Her. You have mixed emotions over that song. The song he has written for you in under 20 minutes. You were on the phone then, and suddenly he interrupted you. “Wait, baby. I have something… stay on the line” The next thing you know, he was singing. His vocals that soothe you, and the sweet humming while he tries to put it all together. When it was complete, he let you hear it. “You’re the first to hear this demo. My HER” he said excitedly. “Also, your tear?” you asked sweetly. He chuckled, “yeah, my start and end”.

And now, hearing it after the breakup and now reconciliation, it hits you. All to different places but most importantly in your heart. He is so sincere and innocent and pure, and your heart swells with pride. Kim Namjoon, the philosopher, all yours. You look at him while he’s singing on the stage and it seems like he’s looking for someone- YOU. You were in barricade, so you are very near the stage. You screamed so loud even Ligia was startled. “KIM NAMJOON! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU!” And just like that, he saw you. He beamed and went to you, continue singing. To others, it may seem normal as the boys usually do that-even to the point of taking videos of themselves using ARMYs phone. But to you, it’s different, it is special. He sit, looking at you while singing. You stood there, calmly crying while Ligia’s looking at you then Namjoon then back to you, while her eyes wide open and mouth dropping. It hits her. She knew. But you don’t care anymore. You only cared about Namjoon. Your universe. When the song ended, they did their ending spiel. One by one they thank ARMY for two amazing nights and promising to see ARMYs again. They are set for world tour and you brace yourself for another rollercoaster ride.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” Ligia shouted after the concert ended. “What was what?” you pretended to know nothing. “The fuck! Tell me the truth! How’d you know Namjoon? First the coffee shop, then random texts, and now HER?” Ligia interrogated. “You have to stop reading fanfictions! Jeez!” you tried to shake it off by laughing at her reaction. “Oh don’t give me that shit, Y/N! Truth, now” she demanded. “Look, I am so tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?” you smiled reassuringly. “You were flirting with him on the stage! And..” she gasp. “What?” You look at where Ligia is looking. “Babe,” Namjoon called you, walking towards you. “What is happening. I’m going to pass out! You… he..” she can’t finish her sentence. “What in the world, Namjoon?” you scolded him in front of your frozen friend. “It’s taking too long. I had to steal you away from…?” Namjoon looked at Ligia. “L-Ligia” she answered like she’s under a spell. “That’s enough drooling over my man, Ligia” you jokingly warned. “What the fuck, you traitor! He’s my bias!” she said jokingly but internally screaming. “What about you two get in the car before dispatch comes here?” Namjoon whispered. You pulled Ligia with you, who is clearly still in shocked. You were both greeted by the security, no other BTS members. They must have been too tired or having after party. “Where to?” asked one bodyguard. “The restaurant near Han River please” Namjoon replied, enveloping you into tight hug and kissing you on your forehead. Ligia shriek by Namjoon’s gesture. “So.. you two? If you don’t mind me asking?” interrogated Ligia. The security answered, “All information about personal life of BTS members must be kept in private. Should there be breached with the member’s personal life, please know that you are held liable and may be called to address in the court.” “Holy shit. That strict huh?” Ligia replied. You and Namjoon chuckled, and the body guard cleared his throat. “You’re in this mess, girl. Sorry” you laughed. “I still have a lot of questions though” she insisted. You shook your head and smiled. “Shit, I should’ve went straight to my apartment!” she sighed. “I trust you. But by this time, Bighit might have your information. Shhh. So” you joked around. “For fucking real? I don’t want my visa to be revoked over this relationship.” She laughed. “We’re kidding. And yes, Y/N is my girlfriend” Namjoon answered. “Lucky you! I might start crying now” she replied, literally teary-eyed. “Hey, I’m not gonna take your bias-RM, away. Kim Namjoon is mine, RM is for all ARMY” you replied. He tightened his hug around you, “I think I’m the lucky one.” He kissed you in the forehead once again.

The dinner went well, with Ligia talking and asking about how cool being the biggest boy band right now, the groups plan for the future, and keeps praising them and thanking them for all the music and inspiration they give to everyone. Namjoon feeds her with details about the preparation from the concerts while subtly keeping his hands tightly wrapped around your waist. He doesn’t want to be rude but you know he wants to rest now. When Ligia run out of things to say, she finally retreats. “so, how am I going home now?” she chuckled. “We’ll drop you off your apartment.” Replied the bodyguard. “What about you, Y/N?” she asked. “Oh she’s coming with me.” Namjoon replied casually. Her eyes wide and smirked, “oh..” You shake your head with her reaction. “Seems like you both are ready to bed, wearing pyjamas at concerts.” Namjoon chuckled.

After dropping Ligia, you went to your apartment to get some stuff. You decided to visit the boys and celebrate with them before they go to intense rehearsals for their upcoming world tour. They’re going to the US for couple of months and you have decided to stay rather than go with them, besides work needs you here and you haven’t had time to file your leave. You’re okay with it. You have manage more than a year without seeing each other, what is months compared to it. At least now, you know he’s just literally around the corner when they’re back home.

The boys greeted you one by one. They are as welcoming as ever, and unlike the previous encounter at the restaurant, Yoongi came in hugging you and ruffling your hair. “Welcome home, Y/N” he said. “Oh Yoongi, I missed you. Sorry about-“ he didn’t let you finish. “Let’s forget about it. It’s done. We’ll start anew!” He pulled you in and you settled beside Namjoon as they set up their table for after party. “Oh shit, we have VLive schedule! We promised ARMY!” reminded Jin. “Oh okay, no worries. I’ll leave you guys alone. Will just roam around Namjoon’s room” you said goodbye to them and settle in his room, opening your Vlive as if you’re not in the same house with them. When they started the live feed, you noticed your bag near Namjoon. “Shit!!! ARMY eyes!” you immediately texted him informing about the bag. He stood up and clumsily took your bag away. Comments came rushing on VLive asking about the bag and Jin trying to find a perfect excuse. “I am fond of bags” Hoseok saved him. “You want to see what’s inside my bag? Maybe I’ll do that on the next VLive.” He added. Namjoon came running inside, giving you your bag. “I’m sorry” you lowered your gaze. “Hey, it’s all good, Baby. Just an excuse to kiss you, I’ve been dying to kiss you!” He kissed you passionately until you hear the boys shouting for Namjoon. He immediately ran out, hair dishevelled and Taehyung almost choke laughing. “Hyung, your hair. A mess! You must’ve-” the boys cut him out and he realized he almost spilled the tea. They all laughed and being silly talking about everything they love about ARMY, the concert, and how excited they are for the upcoming world tour. They promised to go on live during their breaks and will go home as soon as it’s over. “We know you will be waiting for us, we will come back as soon as possible!” Namjoon promised. “In an instant, yeah hyung?” teased Taehyung once more, sending Namjoon blushing, and his eyes nowhere to be found. “Gosh, these guys” you laughed.

After the VLive ended, you went out and joined them to their after-party. He couldn’t take his hands off of you, drawing circles on your lower back. They are already getting drunk- Hoseok turning into tomato red, Seokjin louder than ever, Yoongi being savage but turns out he is really funny, Jimin can’t barely open his eyes from too much laughing, Jungkook dozing off, Taehyung started to sing every song on their new album, and your man whispering how excited he is to be finally introducing you to his family. You almost choke at his plan. Meeting his family is a big deal especially in their culture. You can’t just bring someone without being sure of your future with her. “You’re probably just drunk. Come on, let’s go!” you tried to pull him up but his stronger. He pulled you on his lap and start kissing you. “So this is what were witnessing every day?” Taehyung remarked. “Hmm mmm” Namjoon replied, mouth still exploring yours. “AISSHHH! Get a room!” Yoongi shouted. “That’s hot!” remarked Hoseok. “Oh my god! Stop! I’m getting turned on!” joked Jimin. You laughed and tried to push Namjoon away but he deepened the kiss. “Show off! Just clean up after your mess. Not a single drop in the our common area!” Seokjin exclaimed. “Baby-stop” you managed to finally free yourself from Namjoon. He laughed and you can now clearly see the expressions of the members. They have their phone on both of you, probably taking photos and videos for blackmailing. “Stop it, you guys!” you said embarrassed. You covered your face and they all laughed. “We’re just happy you are finally here, Y/N. Really. Namjoon’s glowing again. And he’s writing tracks more than ever” Hoseok commented. “I’m never leaving. I’m here to stay” you reassured them. “You’re gonna live here? Great! But I’m serious about the rule- if you’re going to do it in all common areas, please clean up” Seokjin commented. “No! Just learn how to knock in my room and even my studio, especially you Jimin and Jungkook” Namjoon replied. They both nodded, and the night ended with more laughter and more beer.

You woke up with a very bad headache and it took you minutes to make up where you are. Too many KAWS figures, bonsai plants, paintings… “Namjoon?” you immediately called out his name but he’s nowhere to be found. You went out and the boys greeted you, the living room smells like pancake and the maknaes running around chasing after the last banana milk that Jimin is holding. “Where’s Joonie?” you asked Jin while helping him prepare the table for breakfast. “RKive I think” he replied. You went there and smile at the sight of your man. Brows furrowed, lips plumped, he’s clearly in the zone of making another track he didn’t even noticed you walked in. “Baby, do you want to have your breakfast here?” you politely asked, trying not to disturbed him. “Oh, sorry I didn’t notice you, babe. Good morning, sunshine!” he enveloped you into tight hug and kissed your forehead. “What are you up to?” you asked, noticing the emptied coffee cups on his desk. “Working on new tracks. There are so much to do, I don’t want to miss the ideas that came rushing this morning” he pulled you into his lap and wrapped your arms around your waist. “Breakfast first, please? I don’t want you get sick especially you’re going away” you pouted. “Hmm, what about dessert first?” he whispered. You furrowed your brows, not sure if you have the same meaning of dessert. “What dessert?” you innocently asked. He pointed at his groin, which you notice a big tent. “Oh, need help with that?” you replied playfully. He winked and in an instant you pulled yourself up from his lap, turned his chair around and dropped on your knees. “Fuck,” he chuckled while quickly letting his fleece shorts drop. You are still amaze by the sight of Namjoon’s huge dick despite having to ride it many times before. The years without him, you haven’t forgot this amazing view and you’d relive it a million times. But right here, right now, you can’t help but be thankful of following your heart rather than living in what if’s. “Are you just gonna stare at it?” he chuckled. “You’re a god.” You managed to reply before slowly running your tongue along his shaft. You could hear his deep moans. He grabbed your hair to have better view of how you beautifully you suck his dick. You take it all in, tasting his sweet-salty precum. You circled you tongue on his tip, gently running from side to side, trying your best to please your man. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so fucking hot!” he managed to say in between his gripped teeth. Jaw clenching, and clearly trying not to go deeper to hurt you, you gathered all the courage and deep swallowed him whole until you can feel it at the back of your throat. His eyes were wide and he tightened his grip on your head “Shit baby! You’ve been a practicing?” he has a tinge of annoyance in his voice. You’re taken back to that night when you first had sex, it was still new to you. “hmm” you replied, sending the vibrations to every inch of his thick manhood. You let go for a second to catch your breath. “No, sir. It was you, only you!” And that’s the truth. No matter how intense your longing for him or any human touch, you’ve never bed a guy even after your break up. You can’t think of sucking other dicks except Namjoon’s. “Such a good girl,” he managed to reply before you started sucking him again. Namjoon’s moan is all you can ever hear in his studio and you start bobbing your head faster, determined to make him cum in your mouth. “Shit baby. I’m cumming… fuck.. Y/N ahh” he filled your mouth with his warm, heavenly juice. You looked at him and swallowed, making sure no drip on the carpet. You suck him clean! “Fuck that is so freaking hot!” he exclaimed while guiding you back to his lap. “Your turn, baby” he whispered. You bit your lips and gently shook your head. “What? Why? I want to make you feel good.” He pleaded. “Tonight, my love. You have full access” you teased and bit his earlobe. He groaned and laughed, pulling you closer to him.

You went out after Jin keeps on knocking, telling the food is getting cold. They were all shocked and started laughing when you emerge. “What the hell are you laughing at?” Namjoon answered. “You realized your door was not closed yeah?” Hoseok exclaimed, chuckling. You buried your self in Namjoon’s back in embarrassment, prayed that a UFO is real and that they’ll suck you up any second now. “Shit sorry” chuckled Namjoon. “Pft, it’s alright. It’s not like Hoseok has been silent during sex, too” Taehyung respond. “Hoseok?” you looked at his innocent smile. “Shut up, Taehyung. It was a one-night stand!” he yelled back laughing. You shake your head over their mischievousness, somewhat it comforts you. They are adults, indeed. And they need skin ship, too, like everyone else. Sometimes, seeing them playfully talk about adult stuff and just being their own selves inside their house makes me feel like they have another persona. Being an idol must’ve been tiring, especially they started too young, and society has been very keen to each move they make. You settled down and joined them for breakfast, thinking about how lucky you are to be spending these days with them.

World tour preparation was tiring, even for you. You decided to go home that night but Namjoon asked you to come back. “I really wanted to make up to you, spend the days here before we go for the tour. Please, baby?” he whispered with his cute little puppy eyes. You can’t help but say yes to his cuteness. He giggled like a playful kid before calling the security to drive you up in your apartment and pick few clothes and stuff. On your way back, you decided to buy the boys some ice cream cake and banana milk. It’s a small gesture as a thank you gift for welcoming you again in their home and being so supportive of you and Namjoon. Jimin yelp in joy when he saw the ice cream cake, and Jungkook immediately take the banana milk, carefully labelling each for the members. Jin continues to impress you with his cooking skills, making you feel embarrass for not cooking deliciously as he does. “Aish, Y/N! You will learn through the years. Even if you and Namjoon get married, you will still be with us so I can teach you all the cooking skills!” he said proudly. You blushed at the thought of you and Namjoon and marriage, but it’s too early to tell. You’re still starting over, testing waters,, though you are quite sure you can see him in your future. You noticed him missing again, while the guys are gathered up for a movie marathon. And then suddenly, Vlive notified you that BTS is live. You opened the notification and you see him showing off his new collections in his studio. You smiled proudly as he talks about the future plans of BTS and the new tracks he’s working on. Somewhere though, in the middle of his VLive he showed a pair of baby shoes. He said it’s for his collection, accessory of some sort. The tiny brown baby shoes! “Wooopppss, someone’s planning for the future.” Laughed Taehyung. “Oh my, you’re pregnant Y/N????” asked Jimin. “NO! no no no no no! Oh my god no!” you said blushing. “You can tell us. Are we going to be fathers?” insisted Hoseok. “No….I don’t know. No!” you said laughing. It is impossible, you haven’t had sex yet. But of course, you can’t say that to them, a little privacy is precious especially living with them. You immediately sent him a message:

You: Kim Namjoon, are you out of your fucking mind? The boys are grilling me now asking if THEY ARE GOING TO BE FATHERS?! WTH does that even mean?

You saw him on Vlive reading something and he laughed. You are not sure if he’s reading vlive comments or he’s reading your message. Either way, you have forgiven him for such silliness, especially seeing him how he brightens up when he showed the baby shoes. One day, someday, Joonie you promised yourself. When the VLive ended, you stared at him trying to look mad. He laughed and scooped you from your sit, twirling you around before sitting and putting you on his lap. You saw Taehyung grinning as if thinking of mischievous things. “So, baby shoes huh?” he started. “Taehyung, stop. I am not pregnant” you laughed. “Well, not for now.” He replied making you shake your head. “When that time comes, we will let you know, Tae” Namjoon reassured, “But for now, Y/N are going to bed. Might as well you guys too. Long day ahead tomorrow. Meeting with Bang PDnim and the tour team.” He added. The guys all had mischievous smiles as they say their goodnights to you.

“Urgh today’s tiring, and I missed you!” he whined. “I was just out to get my stuff, you missed me already? What will happen to you when you’re in tour?” you asked. “Come with me?” His question came as a surprise. “Baby you know I can’t do that. People will start to wonder.”

“But what if Bighit hires you?” he insisted. “As what? Translator? You already know English. You’ve been doing it since then.” You laughed at the idea of being their translator. “No, no, baby. You’re needed. I’ll talk to Bang and-“you didn’t let him finish. You put one finger on his mouth to make him drop the topic. “Baby, I’m okay with my work now. And if you ask Bang PDnim, he might refuse. Code of conduct, all the policies..you know.” You sighed. “But you’re my girlfriend before they hire you, so technically we didn’t breach employee policies?” His being a smart-ass on this one, he has a point though. “I would love to stay by your side all the time, but it will look like a huge favour and special treatment especially I am your girlfriend” you insisted. “Just please try?” he kissed your forehead. He’s not going to drop this of until you sighed and nodded. He smiled sweetly and kissed you. It was a sweet, passionate kiss at first but the moment you hold unto his neck, you can feel the heat throughout your body. It’s been too long, way too long, that you’ve been wanting to feel him. You cannot hold on any longer so you deepened the kiss. You heard him let out a moan, a cue that he wants what you want as well. Tongues teasing, lip-biting. His hands roamed around your body, tightened his grip on your waist and gently laid you on the bed. “Lock the door!” you reminded him. He jumped as quickly, almost tripping which made you giggle at his clumsiness, and in less than 5 seconds he’s back on top of you. “Oh finally! All mine!” he whispered, almost ripping his shirt as he struggled to get off. You can feel your core getting hot, with every kiss and touch. He bites your lips teasingly, making you moan. You deepened the kiss getting as aggressive as he is. He found your sweet spot on your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks as he goes down to the curves of your breast. He removes your dress in one swift motion, leaving you in your lace bra and panties. His gaze turning dark as he roams his eyes through your breast down to your core. “So fucking gorgeous! And all mine!” he whispered as he licks your cleavage making you tighten your grip on his hair. “and fucking taste good, too" he added. You prepared for this night, wearing a front-lock red brassiere that screams fuck me daddy. “Strip for me", he commanded. “Hmm, all bossy are we?” you teased. “Do it or you’re not gonna have any of this" he grinned while removing his boxers. His dick hard, reddish, and ready. You bit your lips and stood up. “Don’t make a move, don’t dare touch yourself “ you commanded. Two can play this game, you thought. He grinned and positioned himself on the bed frame. You slowly pull one strap, so slow he groaned. You are basically eye-fucking him, if there’s even a thing. To his surprise, you started slow dancing as you unlock your bra. Throwing it in front of him. You can hear him groaning and trying hard not to touch himself with your own little show. “Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to slide my cock on that” he growled. “hmmm I’d love that. Can’t wait to feel the friction here…” you touched your nipples and slowly caress your breast. You glide your hands on your stomach, “and here, too. Your hot mouth sucking, biting…” You slowly, soooo slowly, shake your hips to get out of your lace underwear, “your tongue, fingers, and your hard cock here" you were about to touch your self but he grabbed you, spinning you around, dropping you on the mattress. You moaned by his aggressiveness and eagerness. “Oh Baby, can’t wait to fuck you hard, you’ll be sore for days!” he whispered as he playfully bite your nipple. “oh shit, Joon!” you moaned. You can feel your core dripping. You needed some friction. You started grinding getting ready to take whatever Namjoon’s going to offer. “Look at you so needy" he suck your breast so hard you know it’ll leave marks and bruises the next day. You tried pulling him, scratching his porcelain skin. “Baby, pleasssee" you beg. “Say it. What do you want, Princess?” he grinned. “touch me! Fuck Namjoon. Or…or thighs! Friction. Now!” you

almost scream. He chuckled and pulled you, making you sit on one of his thigh. “You asked for thigh. Thigh is all you get" You take it, whatever that could satisfy your longing. You grind, not minding the mess and juice scattered on his precious well-tone thigh. “fuck, I can feel your wetness! You’re wild!” he chuckled. “shut up, suck me" you guided his head on your neck. You want him to leave marks all over your body, a mark that signs you’re his and he’s yours. And he did. You moaned by the intensity of each bite, but it’s not enough. “fuck me, baby. Hard" You’re almost begging. “thought you’d never ask" he replied.

He guides you and you slowly sink into his long, thick, hot rod. Your wetness helping you both settle, adjusting to each other. “shit your tight. And wet..god Y/N” he moaned. With each grunt and moan and sucking he does, it gives you more courage to be rough at him, too. You started circling your hips, and he let’s you do as you please. He tightens his grips into your waist and pumps you until you both find your rhythm. “baby, I'm cumming" you bite his shoulder to muffle your own moan. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. You’re a hot mess and fuck I love you so much!” he continued going deeper and deeper until you reach your high. “Turn around, hold here" he guides your hands to the bed frame and lifts your butt, slapping it before sinking in real deep. “fuck Namjoon!” you yelped with the sudden sting, but it feels you nice you have to ask again. He circled his hips, hard and deep, one hand on your waist and the other in your boob. Too much sensation, overwhelming and with every thrust you can hear the bed frame creaking. You had to try not to scream with each thrust, so you suck on Namjoon's finger instead, biting it at the process but he didn’t care. He’s too focus riding you and making sure you hear his praises about you and moaning your name. “baby, where do you---" you didn’t let him finish his question, you tightened your walls around him making him moan louder “inside!” you replied. You reach your high at the same time, moaning each other’s name. He gently pressed and massage your navel as you come to stop, making you feel good as you both calm down. “Wow baby!” he chuckled as you both collapse to the bed. He flips you over and kissed your forehead, then your lips. As sweetly, passionately, and heavenly. “I love you, Y/N” he whispered on your lips. “I love you, my Namjoon" you replied, making him blush.

“I missed fucking you that hard,” he chuckled, as you both catch your breaths. “We have all the time, baby!” you responded, enveloped in his arms. “But… how are we going to explain the ripped sheets?” you added. “We might need to stock up linens here from now on,” he replied.

After cleaning up, he went out to look for fresh linens. Luckily, the guys are all asleep now, more like you prayed they’re really asleep now, realizing how hard and loud he made you cum. “Baby, please consider joining us in our tour? Even just this leg? I can’t bear a day without you..not again?” he whispered when you’re both settling to sleep. “I promise. I’ll take a vacation leave and if it’s approved, I’ll come. Don’t get your hopes up just yet. I’m not going to drop my work; I’ll just try being your translator for this leg.” He made a cute face, the one that his dimples are showing, eyes closed, and then getting shy right after. Your heart melts every time he does that and wonder how lucky you are to have him in your life. Yes, you are never going to let go. Not anymore. He deserves the world, he deserves someone who he can share the real Namjoon with, someone who will be his shoulder through ups and downs. Someone who can accept all the flaws and cons of dating someone like him. You are ready to fight for him, against all odds. You are ready to give your life to Kim Namjoon.

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Author's note: Planned to end it here but I guess I'll be making Part Three soon 😂🤷‍♀️

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