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fabulouspotatosister · 5 years ago

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Reset - Part One: Darling

a/n: Whoa, Eleven x Reader fanfiction in the year of our Lord 2020? More likely than you think.

I meant to finish the original version of this fic years ago, and then the Thirteenth Doctor came along and... well, we all know what happened. I was also just going to update the fic with a whole new chapter, but I decided to rewrite the whole thing since I wrote the first draft in 2015. Then I posted it in 2018 on AO3 to see if anyone would read it, and then proceeded to abandon it for two years.

This fic is inspired by the episode "Amy's Choice", and, of course, "What's In a Dream?" by midnighteclipses. It's still one of my favorite DW reader-insert fics out there, and the first one I read a long long time ago. I hope you enjoy this!

Also if this read-more doesn’t work, I’m going to cry.

Word count: 3529

[Part One: You are here!] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five]

“Darling, wake up.”

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, clumsy fingers grabbing at your blanket to pull the fuzzy thing over your eyes. The blankets smell good today. You’ve always used the same detergent, and it’s never failed you. Your brain is protesting, but your mouth hasn’t quite caught up yet, so all you do is mumble into your blanket, your mumbling roughly translating to “Five more minutes, please?”

“Love. Sweetie. Dear. Don’t make me pull out ‘sweetheart’, I know how much you hate it.” You hear a long, dramatic sigh, and you feel a weight sink into the mattress. The weight shifts, and you feel hands splayed out on top of the blanket, threatening to pull it away and rob you of some good, extra sleep. “Please wake up.”

“No,” you whine, vainly hoping that you’ll sink into the blankets and fall asleep before the idea of waking up becomes too tempting. It is getting a little hot... “Leave me alone.”

Another sigh. “You asked for it.”

“No, no -!”

Suddenly, the blanket’s yanked away - you wince at the bright light that filters through the room, and when your vision clears, you see your husband, John.

He smiles at you, and it’s brilliant. His hair is sticking out at ridiculous angles and yet he is still stunning, big beautiful green eyes shining in the light of the rising sun. “Hi,” he breathes out, and all you can think is that you have never felt so lucky in your entire life.

“Hi.” You smile back, and his smile grows wider. “Good morning.”

“Good morning to you too,” he says softly, reaching out to brush your hair from your forehead. “I was starting to wonder if you would ever wake up.”

“Sleep is good.” You raise your eyebrows and push yourself up into a sitting position - John moves to sit closer to you, his hand falling from your temple and into your lap. He wraps his hand around yours. “It’s an escape.”

“What, an escape from me? Am I that insufferable?” John lifts your hand to his mouth, laughing slightly. He presses his lips lightly to the inside of your palm, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He slowly lifts his eyes to meet yours, mischief behind them, and suddenly you’re a schoolgirl with a crush, your heart racing at a simple kiss. “Well?”

Well, that wasn’t fair. “Are you trying something?”

John doesn’t move, but you know he’s hidden his smirk behind your hand - “Is it working?”

“Do you want me to tell you the truth?”

Oh, he’s definitely smirking now. “Of course.”

“You are a big flirt.” You pull your hand away with a laugh. John had always been mischievous, his affection expressed in teasing touches and words. “Is something up? What’s the occasion?”

“The occasion? There’s no occasion,” John says, and then his smile falls. You can see the gears in his head turning as he lifts his gaze to the sky, his lips open slightly in thought - and then, like nothing, he smiles again. “Although something is up. Close your eyes.”

“What, now?” You giggle, doing as you’re told.

“Yes, now,” John says. You feel him cup your face in his hands, and feel his lips on your forehead, and you catch the faint smell of pancake mix and blueberries amongst his distinctive smell. “I had to hurry before you got grumpy, and so there’s a bit of a mess in the kitchen, I’m really sorry -”

"I don't get grumpy!"

"Right, right…"

You feel him get off the bed and leave the room, his footsteps growing softer as he walks away. Distantly, there’s the clinking of plates and utensils, something being poured into a glass, and something muttered that you’re sure is a swear -

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

You do, and you can barely keep your jaw from falling open - laid out in front of you is a breakfast feast. Pancakes, perfectly stacked pancakes drizzled with just the right amount of syrup, dotted with the color of blueberries, and a steaming cup of coffee right beside it. The room smells amazing now, and you feel amazing. All you can do is stare incredulously at the meal laid out in front of you.

“Surprise!”

You look up at John, your mouth still wide open - he hands you a fork and smiles sheepishly, placing his hands behind his back. Standing in front of you, you finally notice the flour stains on his arms, and the bits of batter on his shirt. Shaking your head, you blink away tears.

“Oh no, don’t cry,” John says, quickly reaching forward to take your face in his hands again. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and you bask in the warmth of his touch - you are so lucky to have someone like him in your life. Forever. “I just wanted to make you breakfast.”

“Yeah, but - this is so nice, I can’t -” You reach up and hold his wrists. “Why?”

“Well, you deserve to have nice things.” John exhales, looking up at the ceiling before pressing his forehead to yours. “Someone as beautiful as you deserves to have nice things.”

“Oh, don’t start,” you complain, but John just laughs and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. You, with your bedhead and your chapped lips and your sleepy face, beautiful. You weren’t really complaining at all. There’s a buzzing noise from the nightstand on the other side of the bed - “Hey, I think that’s your phone.”

“I don’t have a phone,” John says innocently.

“You have a phone, and you have work,” you counter. You realize you’re winning when he lets go of your face and rolls onto the other side of the bed to check his phone.

“I’m going to be late!” you hear him gasp, and you bark out a laugh - John turns to face you, scandalized, his face pale. “This is no time to be laughing at my misery!”

“It’s the perfect time to be laughing at your misery.”

“I’m sorry, I got carried away making breakfast -” John scrambles off the bed, rushing to the closet and pulling out a coat. He switches between the closet and the full-length mirror propped up beside it, running his hands through his hair and adjusting his coat. “Bon appetit! Enjoy your pancakes, sweetheart, I’ve got to -”

“Wait!” you cry out, stopping him in his tracks. “Wait. C’mere, I’m not letting you leave without a hug from me.”

“But of course,” he says, quickly walking to you and leaning down so he can wrap your arms around you. You press kisses to his neck, his jaw, and finally his lips, attacking him with affection as a small “thank you” for the breakfast. It’s the least you can do for your lovely husband, the perfect man that you’ve somehow managed to snag from everyone else. How did you even manage that?

“I won’t keep you,” you whisper, and he pulls away. “Go, you clever boy!”

John beams at you and rushes out of the room - you hear the front door slam not long after. You settle into your pillows and pick at your pancakes; they taste divine, of course, and you sit on your bed silently eating your pancakes while enjoying the sound of distant birdsong. Chewing on a particularly syrupy piece of fluffy pancake you remember that you’ll have to clean up the “mess” John mentioned earlier, and you smile, having a plan already set for the day.

You spring to your feet with a renewed sense of vigor, gathering up your empty plate and mug, and carrying them into the kitchen. You smooth your gloved hands over your apron and get to work washing all the plates left in the sink - and then you frown. You don’t remember when you got dressed, or when you put those gloves on, and what you ate last night. The thought passes quickly before you shake your head and continue scrubbing at an already spotless plate.

You dry off the last of the plates, placing it neatly onto a metal rack before grabbing a broom and sweeping the floor - you’d narrowly avoided choosing carpet as your flooring when you were renovating, before John had swooped in and saved the day by picking out some classic floorboards.

The dust and lint gathers into a pile in the corner, and you lean on your broom, admiring your home.

You were lucky to have bought such a nice house. It wasn’t too big, but had enough space for you to be able to decorate and plan for the future. Very lucky indeed...

There’s a “photo wall” near the kitchen that you like to look at. It’s sparse, but there are a lot of mementos there to remind you of the important things. Among the usual decorative pictures of forests and gardens there are pictures of you and John - pictures of the two of you at your wedding, posing and laughing and drinking with friends. Wasn’t your dress frilly that day? Or was it loose? Wasn’t your hair in a bun? John didn’t wear a bowtie, you think...

You squint at the photos. Your gaze is drawn to one of the wedding pictures, one from the reception where you’re standing with all your bridesmaids. You’re drinking and laughing, holding a champagne flute in your hand, but you can’t make out the bridesmaids faces. They’re fuzzy, and where are their mouths? Their eyes? The photo blurs like the photographer taking it had moved his hand while trying to take the shot.

Your grip on your broom tightens. It feels like years and years ago, and the details escape you now.

You shouldn’t focus on those things. You’re happy here, with John - but maybe you should go find your bridesmaids, it’s been so long since you’ve last seen them. What were their names again? You’re sure Jenny was one... but you don’t know a “Jenny”.

You can feel your nails digging into the broom’s wooden handle now, threatening to leave crescent-shaped marks into its surface. The details escape you, now.

And the details don’t matter.

You sweep quickly, the pile of lint and dust and pieces of wood growing steadily bigger. Soon enough the house will be spotless again, and John will come back from work and you’ll kiss him until you have to clean the house again.

That’s my life, whispers the voice in the back of your head, and you believe it. I am happy. I am content.

“I am happy,” you mutter as you place the broom down, letting in lean against the side of one of the kitchen counters. The pile of dust is gone, you swept it out of the door. You walk towards the living room, the soft surface of the sofa beckoning you to lay on it and just take a nap. Forget about all the racing thoughts in your mind. You said sleep was an escape, and you have to escape now. "I am content."

But your feet take you somewhere else. You lead yourself down the hallways, away from the living room, and now you’re standing in front of a beautifully painted blue door.

You don’t recognize the door, but it’s familiar. Your brain helpfully supplies it as the laundry room, which is always clean and doesn’t need cleaning ever, but you’re drawn to how faded it is. You lift your hand and drag your fingers across its surfaces. You feel old paint and memories behind this door, and you don’t have to open it.

Your fingers inch closer and closer to the doorknob and you don’t need to open it -

The door swings open slowly with a soft creak. It’s pitch-black in there. You feel a soft breeze against your face - you take a small step inside, clinging to the doorway, squinting through the darkness. The darkness almost feels solid, like a barrier, keeping you out.

Or, you think as you spot a flickering flashlight on the floor, it’s keeping something in.

You pick up the flashlight, tapping it a few times until its flickering stops. Your fingers curl around its sleek metal handle. You wave it around, watching it cut through the darkness to reveal -

The flashlight clatters to the ground. Writing. Words, scrawled all over the walls in your handwriting, frenzied rambling trailing from the walls to the ceiling. Don’t forget, try not to forget. Among the crazed writing are drawings, messy sketches of you and John together in places you don’t recognize. Arrows pointing to John labeled “Doctor, Doctor”.

“No, no, no...” You feel weak, you feel wrong. This can’t be real. It’s not real. Where am I? Who am I?

And etched into the wall right in front of you, surrounded by your name: Remember who you are.

You blink, breathing heavily, and you’re outside. The door was never open. The door was never there. You trace your fingers against the wall, and it just feels like a wall. It’s just a wall. A wall with some really nice wallpaper, wallpaper that you picked out not long before the wedding. You agreed on flowers, because they were nice to look at - didn’t you agree on stripes?

You keep blinking. You can still see its silhouette in the split second where your eyes haven’t fully closed yet, and when they’re not fully open.

But there was a door. You could have sworn there was a door there, it led to the laundry room - you feel all over the wall and find the place where the doorknob should be, and you feel something solid but see nothing. What the hell is going on –

…

“Darling, I’m home!”

John’s voice rings out from behind you and you suck in a breath, whipping around to see him come in through the front door. The sun’s already set. Darling. He’s never really called you darling, hasn’t he? You take in a shaky breath, and call back - “Yes, honey?”

John lifts his arms for a hug, grinning brightly and dressed in completely different clothes from when he left. “Where’s my lovely wife?”

My lovely wife, I was never your lovely wife, but you rush into his arms anyway. He stumbles back at the force of your embrace, slowly wrapping his arms around you and patting your hair. This is comfort you’re used to, but not in this context. And now all the things he did this morning seem so different - “Hey - what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m-” Not sure about who I am. John’s hold loosens on you slightly, and he leans away from you to look into your eyes. “I think something’s wrong.”

“Oh, nothing’s wrong, nothing’s ever been wrong,” John says. But everything is wrong - how is he not getting it? “But tell me.”

“The laundry room,” you mumble, even though that place was definitely not the laundry room. John’s eyebrows furrow slightly.

“We’ve never had a laundry room.” He looks over your shoulder at the place that’s just a wall, and frowns. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“But - there was a door there,” you say, wrenching yourself away from John’s arms and walking to the wall. The wallpaper flickers between flowers and stripes. You feel against the wall until you hit something solid, something round. “There’s a door here right now.”

John squints. “I don’t see it.”

“Look,” you stress. You grab his hand and place it on the doorknob, and when you look up the door is back, beautiful and blue and now you know what it reminds you of. “Open the door.”

“Darling, I don’t -”

“Stop calling me darling and open the door, Doctor!” you snap, and John pulls his hand away from the doorknob, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“That’s not my name,” he insists. “You’re not feeling well.”

“I’m feeling very well, thank you very much,” you grumble. Remember who you are. “Please, just open the door. For me.”

John - but also not John - stares at you, his mouth set in a hard line. You recognize that look and you recognize him, who he really is, and he’s not your husband. After a moment, he sighs, places his hand on the doorknob, and twists it, flinging the door open.

The room is illuminated now, all of the scratched writing clear to see - Remember, you have to remember who you are. There are so many more sketches now, and they blur and shift right in front of your eyes. You’re all in places you recognize - Starship UK, ancient Egypt, the planet of the Gargotins. You grab John’s hand and lead him to one of the sketches on the wall.

“I remember this,” John mumbles. He presses his hands to the wall. “This was a dream I had. You and me together at the end of the world.”

“When?” you ask.

“L-last night,” he replies. You grab the front of his shirt and he gasps.

“Then what did we do last night?”

“I don’t remember.”

The whole dream shatters when you find one, tiny, hairline crack in the illusion. There was never a “last night”. “You don’t remember or you don’t know?!”

John opens his mouth to say something, but then he closes it, deep in thought. You can see the gears turning in his head - just like the morning, when nothing was wrong and everything was perfect and he was your husband - but they’re turning too slowly, which isn’t like who he really is. The room starts to darken, the writing that’s brought you back fading away. You’re running out of time.

You grip his shirt tighter and shake him. “You need to remember! Who you really are - it’s got to be locked in your big brain somewhere! You’re not John Smith, you’re not my husband, you’re The Doctor!”

“The - the Doctor…” he stammers, raising his hands to his head, his eyes widening in realization.

“Yes, that’s you! Two thousand years old! An alien! Come on!”

“The Doctor - I am the Doctor!” Suddenly, the Doctor grins and grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug. He laughs, his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you slightly before he lets go. “Oh, it feels good to be me again. Hair - good. Eyes - still got ‘em. Bowtie -” His hand shoots up to his collar. He frowns when he doesn’t feel anything there - “Could be worse.”

“Doctor, where are we?”

“Dunno. I can’t tell if it’s a simulation or an actual set. If it’s a simulation, then it’s not a good one.” The Doctor whirls around, examining the walls. He lifts his hand to place it in his jacket, looking for his sonic - then he groans when he realizes he was never wearing a jacket. “Empty pockets!”

“Oh, again?”

The entire room shakes and you stumble - the voice sounds like it’s coming from everywhere without a clear source, and it also sounds vaguely annoyed. The Doctor quickly grabs your hand and squeezes it tight in silent comfort, and now you wish he hadn’t done all of those things in the morning. You glance at his serious face and silently thank whatever gods are out there that he hasn’t mentioned any of it, at all.

“Marlene. Marlene!”

There’s another voice, timid and shy. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Subjects 11A and 11B have escaped immersion. Again. For the fifth time this cycle. Did you forget to intensify their wipes?”

“No, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”

“They’re awake now, so they’re no use to us. Reset them and -”

“WAIT!” Your plea comes out louder than expected. The Doctor glances at you, and when you meet his gaze, confusion and concern swim in his eyes. “At least tell us what’s going on!”

“Sorry, 11B, but that’s classified information. You should know, you’ve asked me this before.”

“Well, it would do us a world of good if we knew!” the Doctor says loudly. “Who are you?”

“I’ll say it again. Classified information.” There’s a spitting sound, and then another laugh. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Well then make time!” you shout, and the Doctor pulls you closer to him.

“Oh, 11A, or should I say the Doctor. Not so ‘Oncoming Storm’ now, are you? Do you want me to tell you what happens to your poor little companion if you keep going like this? Or do you want a demonstration?”

“What it’s talking about?” You look up at the Doctor. His eyes are trained on the ceiling, and they’re burning with anger.

“I don’t know. Keep quiet,” he mutters. Then, raising his voice again, “We’ll keep trying! We’ll keep trying to get out!”

You hear a deep chuckle. “Then good luck. Reset them.”

A wave of exhaustion passes over you, and through your haze you reach out for the Doctor - you still have to keep him safe -

You’re out before you even hit the floor, the Doctor’s hand still wrapped in yours.

#i havent even really finished it yet #but here it is!!#i hope you guys like it #i had a blast writing this 2015 me is thriving #doctor who #doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh doctor #11th doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #jess writes

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slytherinbangchan · 5 years ago

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‘📶’ Han Jisung One-Shot (Fake Boyfriend AU)

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Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader.

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 9.4k

This is my last post of the year. I hope you all enjoy it!

Happy New Year everyone and I wish you all the best. I’ll be back soon posting some of your requests and updating my aus.

Thank you for following me so far and I’ll keep working as hard as I can to try and make you happy with my writing.

-So you moved into your new apartment not that long ago.

-And all these college guys/girls live in that same building.

-It's a bit busy and noisy sometimes but it's ok.

-In the apartment on your right live two guys called Jisung and Hyunjin.

-You know Hyunjin's name cause honestly, who doesn't? It's weird not to hear someone mentioning him on the hallways.

-And Jisung... Well... This is kinda awkward but lets say his bedroom is right next to yours.

-First time you heard someone moaning out his name you blushed and went back to the living room.

-But now you're kinda used to it.

-Sometimes you even shush them.

-Anyway at the apartment on your left lives some guy called Seungmin and another one called Jeongin. You've knocked there more than once asking for some help with you door since sometimes it likes not to open.

-You think Seungmin is kinda nice and cute.

-Right in front of you live Minho and Felix. Bangchan has invited them over some other time.

-Oh yeah, you have a roommante called Bangchan but most of the time he's out working or hanging out with a guy called Changbin.

-Since you're 'new' in the city you don't know a lot of people yet.

-Only these girls from work who won't shut up about guys/girls and sex and you'd wish you were more interested on that but the truth is you're not.

-Like you work so hard and your anxiety is so high you don't even think about it till they bring it up.

-And you're so tired of them trying to fix you up with someone.

-You've told them to stop trying thousands of times.

-But they won't and today is not precisely your day.

-Your head hurts like hell and you just want to go back to sleep.

-'Would you meet my cousin then?' One of your friends asks.

-'What?'. You sigh as you massage your temples. 'I told you I don't wanna meet anyone'.

-'C'moon'. She whines. 'Why not?'

-'Maybe she has a boyfriend already'. The other one says and something clicks in your brain.

-'Yeah. You know what? I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I do have a boyfriend so please? Stop trying to fix me up with your cousins'. You say as nicely as you can.

-'You should have told us! What's his name?'

-'What?'

-'Your boyfriend silly, what's his name?' She chuckles.

-'Oh... Uhmm, it's... Jisung'.

-You don't know why you said his name. Maybe cause last night someone else wouldn't stop moaning it and it printed into your head.

-Also how come you have to make up a boyfriend so people would stop trying to fix you up after you told them to stop so many times already?

-You're so mad about that fact right now but your head hurts even worse. You just want them to stop no matter how.

-Anyway.

-One of your friends is looking at you so excited. What is with her now?

-'Jisung huh? What about a picture?'

-'Yeah, show us!'

-'Oh... Yeah, maybe tomorrow I don't have pics of him here cause it's a new phone'.

-They look at you like they're not buying it but finally they let go.

-Back into your apartment you take a shower and lie down on your bed with the lights off trying to calm that headache down.

-Then you start hearing some music from one of the apartments.

-You feel like crying.

-You're so tired and you feel like your head is going to explode any minute now.

-So you stand up and go knock on Hyunjin's door.

-Jisung comes out and says hi to you.

-'Hey I'm like dying here could you not play music tonight? Please.'

-'Yeah you don't look so good'. He says.

-'Thanks'. You sigh. 'So could you?'

-He chuckles softly. 'Sure, don't worry'. He pats your head lightly and you blush.

-You go back to your apartment with your face still burning red.

-He didn't need to be cute.

-He behaves and don't play any music though.

-He even tells Hyunjin to be quiet.

-It's amazing how thin those walls are.

-You fall asleep at some point to wake up the next morning to Chan's worried face looking at you.

-'You look horrible' He says.

-'Okay?'

-'No, like seriously. I already made a call telling your boss you're sick'.

-'Oh... Thanks'.

-'You're welcome'. He says smiling a bit. 'I left some breakfast in the kitchen for you ok? I gotta go tho'.

-'Ok. I'm not leaving my bed anyway'.

-He chuckles as he leaves.

-A while later someone knocks at your door and you practically crawl there to open it.

-'Hey, I've bumped into these ladies on the elevator. They were asking for you'.

-You look at Hyunjin who's pointing at your friends from work waiting behind him.

-'Oh, okay. Thanks'.

-'It's nothing. Are you okay though? Jisung told me you weren't feeling so good last night'.

-Just as he says that Jisung opens the door to leave the apartment.

-You can see your friend's eyes fixing on him immediately.

-'Oh, Jisung I was just mentioning you'. Hyunjin says as he chuckles.

-'Ah really, why?'

-'Omg y/n is this your boyfriend?' Your friends ask. 'You said your boyfriend was some Jisung right?'

-Fuck.

-You just mentally facepalmed yourself.

-The guys look at you and you look at them. Your face so red.

-Hyunjin chuckles. 'I'm gonna go inside'. He says. 'Bye ladies'.

-But your friends are too busy waiting for your answer.

-'Uhm...'

-'What's wrong baby?' Jisung asks you. 'Just tell them'. He says as he walks towards you.

-His hand on your waist.

-'Uhm, okay... Yeah this is my boyfriend'.

-They let out some squeals. 'Omg, y/n he's cute'.

-'Yeah I thought he was ugly and that's why you didn't show us his picture'.

-You force a small laugh and suddenly feel so dizzy you almost faint.

-But Jisung holds you and carry you inside getting rid of your friends.

-He puts you to bed too.

-'I'm sorry about that'. You say not being able to open your eyes cause you got so dizzy.

-He chuckles softly. 'It's okay. They seem like a lot'.

-'They are. Always trying to fix me up with someone'. You sigh. 'I said your name when they asked for my so-called boyfriend. I'm sorry'.

-'It's okay, there's more people named like me'.

-'I guess but also I was thinking of you as I said it'.

-'What?' He asks.

-But you're so weak you just fall asleep.

-When you wake up a couple hours later you find a post it with a note on it. 'Text me when you wake up'. There's also a number written down.

-'Hey, it's y/n. I woke up'. You text him.

-'Hey girlfriend😉'.

-'Ahh... Stop it😩'

-'😂 So I'm not your fake boyfriend anymore?'

-'I don't know...'

-'I don't think your friends are just letting go'.

-'😩😩😩 I know'.

-'It's okay. I don't mind being your fake boyfriend'.

-'Really?'

-'Yeah but... You may have to do something for me in return'.

-'Uhm... What is it?'

-'Idk I'll figure it out I guess'.

-'Okay? Lol'.

-'Yeah, oh btw Hyunjin knows we're fake dating but dw he won't tell anyone'.

-'Oh, okay. Fine by me. Anyway I'm gonna go grab some food now I guess so... Bye bye~'

-'Bye😊'

-Suddenly you remember Chan left some food for you outside and you go check but you don't see anything but another post it on the fridge.

-'I'm sorry food is gonna be extra cold but I couldn't just let it outside'.

-That one is from Jisung too.

-You smile to yourself. Never thought he'd be that thoughtful before.

-You get some text from one of your friends asking how you're feeling and then to let her know when you're completely fine cause they want to go out on couples date.

-You sigh as you text Jisung about it.

-Then eat something and lie down on the couch.

-A while later someone knocks on your door again and you whine all the way there.

-You blush as you see Hyunjin leaning on the door's frame. 'Hey'. He says and you try to fix your hair a little.

-'H-Hey...'

-'How are you feeling?'

-'Ah.. Better I guess??'

-'Yeah? Would you come to a little party at our apartment tomorrow then?'

-'A party?'

-He nods. 'You're Jisung's girlfriend now, right?'

-'I thought he told you we're just...'

-'He did'. He says not letting you finish. 'But maybe you want to invite your friends here so we have everything under control'.

-'Oh... I see. Yeah'.

-He chuckles softly and your heart flutters a little. 'Well, see you tomorrow then'.

-You nod as you close the door.

-Why didn't Jisung just texted you that?? You look at your phone.

-Oh. He did.

-Anyway.

-Damn Hyunjin. Why did he had to come and see you like that again?

-Not that you like him or anything he's just too handsome.

-You feel bad looking that ugly in front of him.

-You text your friends about the party.

-Also you think about if you should tell Bangchan or not about the fake-dating thingy.

-He probably would think is weird you're dating Jisung for real after all your complainings about the noise.

-Maybe not. Maybe he doesn't even care about it.

-And you don't want a lot of people to know the truth just in case so...

-He doesn't come back till very late at night anyway and you're already pretty much tucked into bed by then so you won't tell him tonight at least.

-You text Jisung as you hear Bangchan trying to get some food before sleeping.

-'Hey, no girl tonight?'

-'Got a girlfriend now🙄'.

-'Not a real one😂'.

-'People don't know that😂'

-'Oh, so you're a nice guy huh?😏'

-'Of course I am😂'.

-You chuckle softly as you read his texts.

-'How are you feeling? Hyunjin said you look better'. He says.

-'Ah, really? I guess I am feeling better'.

-'You're coming to the party then, right?'

-'Already told my friends and everything'.

-'😂 Nice'.

-'Who throws a party in such small apartment anyway?'

-'Lol well, it's not exactly a party just some friends drinking at home while listening to music'.

-'So... A party?'

-'😂 Ok, maybe a very tiny party'.

-You chuckle again.

-'Ahh sorry, wifi is failing a lot. Guess I'll try to sleep now'.

-'K~ Good night then, girlfriend'.

-'😂😂Night~'

-You sleep for what it feels like an eternity and when you wake up you feel so much better.

-Thank god it's Saturday but then again you have to go to a party and pretend Jisung is your boyfriend.

-Could be fun though, right? Why not?

-It's been a while since you had actual fun with other people.

-So as the day goes by you start to feel like actually trying and put on a dress and some makeup.

-Hair looking good too.

-No one would say you were feeling like dying just yesterday.

-Chan looking at you as he hears your heels on the floor.

-'Hey, you're going to the neighbors?' He asks.

-'Yeah'.

-'To see your boyfriend?'.

-How does he know already?

-'What?'

-'I'm just kidding'. He chuckles. 'I always thought you had a crush on Hyunjin'.

-'What? I don't'. You laugh softly. 'He's just like so handsome I maybe can't stop looking at him but that's it'.

-'I see' He chuckles. 'Ah I heard Felix and some of the other guys are going to that party too'.

-'And you?'

-'Me? Nah. I gotta finish some stuff with Changbin. He'll be here any minute'.

-'Are you dating Changbin?'

-He chuckles as he playfully raises his eyebrows.

-'What does that mean?' You ask as you chuckle.

-Then someone knocks on your door.

-It's your friends and their partners.

-'Hey, it's too early? It is too early right?' One of them asks.

-You laugh. 'Yeah, I don't know. I think there's people there already'. You say. 'Hey Chan can I leave my phone etc... here? Would you open the door for me later?'

-'I'm not promising I will'.

-You roll your eyes at him. 'I'll take the keys'.

-'Love you!' He says as you close the door after you.

-'That's your roommate? He's kinda cute too'. One of your friends says.

-You smile at her words as you knock at the guys door and Jisung opens it.

-'Hey'. You say, caressing his face.

-'Hi girlfriend'. He says, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

-He smells so good.

-And what's with the skinship?

-You don't know when you got so close but?

-Well guess it's all part of the fake-dating thing but in any case you feel really comfortable around him already.

-He puts a drink in your hands as he winks at you.

-Hyunjin is sitting on one of the sofas with Felix and Minho and some girls you don't know.

-Jisung's hand on your waist as you distractedly try to follow the conversation. 'You look good'. He whispers in your ear and you blush lightly.

-'Thanks. You don't look bad yourself'.

-He chuckles. 'Thanks'.

-'Anyway, what is this party about really?' You ask.

-He srughs. 'Anything I guess. We just wanted to meet with some friends and drink'.

-'Well my friends seem happy so I won't complain'.

-He giggles. 'They seem to like the drinks at least'.

-'I think they just get kinda bored with their partners sometimes so they drink'. You joke.

-'Wow, we'll have to break up if we ever get that bored then'. He says and you chuckle.

-'Yeah I promise'.

-Someone knocks on the door. 'Oh, I'll get that'. You say as you hand your drink to Jisung and go get the door.

-'Oh, hi'. Seungmin says.

-'Hey! Didn't know you were coming'.

-'Yeah, same. Didn't expect you here'.

-'Right... I'm kinda dating Jisung now'. You chuckle.

-'Really??' He tilts his head as he looks at you head to toe. 'Thats a pity'.

-You throw a confused look at him but he just go say hi to the rest kinda ignoring you.

-Jisung walks towards you and gives your drink back. 'Do you like Seungmin?'.

-'He's cute'. You say as you sip your drink.

-'I could help you dating him when we break up if you want to'.

-'Really? I don't know I guess I'll be the same amount of anxious then and that's the reason I'm not dating anyone now'.

-'Well, at least you actually like this guy unlike your friend's cousins'. He laughs. ‘Worth trying’.

-You chuckle too. 'Yeah I guess so. I don't know. Let me think about it'.

-The rest of the night goes nicely.

-You sit on Jisung's lap as you all keep chatting and drinking.

-And you get to know him a bit better.

-It's kinda weird how natural actually feels to be on his arms.

-He's just such a warm person.

-You feel safe with him somehow.

-Suddenly you feel his forehead resting against your back and you turn around a little to try and look at him. 'What are you doing?' You ask, chuckling.

-'Sorry I'm so sleepy and drunk'.

-'Go to bed, idiot'.

-'There's too many people here I can't'. He chuckles too.

-'Hmm... Should we go to my apartment then?'

-'What?' He giggles.

-'You just want to sleep right? I know you don't like me like ''that'' '.

-He scoffs but doesn't say a word just pats your thigh a little so you'll stand up.

-You smile at him and hold his hand to leave.

-Hyunjin looks at you two with a confused face as you walk out the door.

-As you walk to you apartment you realize you're a little bit more drunk than you thought.

-Jisung and you chuckle as both of you hardly manage to reach the door without tripping.

-'C'mon open the door already'. Jisung laughs.

-You chuckle. 'I'm tryiiing'.

-Suddenly the door opens and you see Chan standing right in front of you. 'What is happening?' He asks.

-Jisung and you burst off laughing. 'Dad! You did opened the door for me'. You say as you laugh.

-'Omg y/n you're an adult'. Chan laughs.

-'Yeah, so get off my case idiot'.

-'Whatever'. He laughs again.

-'Oh, hey Changbin'. You say as you see him sitting on the couch. He waves at you.

-You enter your room followed by Jisung and clumsily take off your heels and try to unzip your dress.

-'Could you help me with this?' You ask him and he scoffs as he smiles.

-'Sure'. He says as he zips down the dress. 'I didn't know you were like this'. He says.

-'Like what?'

-'I don't know. Not that serious I guess'.

-'Oh... Well, you see, tonight I'm drunk and not having a headache so...'

-'Fair enough'.

-'Oh you didn't bring your pjs'. You say.

-'Ah, it's okay'.

-You put on an oversized shirt as he sits on the bed.

-Then you push him so he'll get under the covers.

-'Take those pants off idiot or you won't be able to sleep'.

-He laughs but does as you say.

-Then you curl up into him.

-'Ugh I'm so drunk the bed is spinning'. He says.

-'Me too'. You snuggle into him a little more. 'Ah, you smell so nice'.

-He smiles. 'Thanks, you too'.

-'Good night Sungie'. You say, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

-'Yeah... Night~'.

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-'So, Jisung huh?'. Bangchan asks as you prepare some tea in the morning. 'You sure are more quiet that the others'.

-'That's probably cause we were just sleeping'.

-'What? Really? Why did you bring him here then?'

-'I don't know... We were tired and there was a lot of people at his apartment so... Anyway we were too drunk to do anything'.

-'Hm... Yeah he looked terrible when he left earlier'.

-'I don't feel so good myself I'm gonna take a shower after my tea'. You say as you sit. Your phone chimes then.

-'I had fun last night. Wanna come by and watch some movies with me and Hyunjin as we suffer from hangover together?😪'

-You smile to yourself as you read his text.

-'😂 Yeah, why not. Let me take a shower first tho'.

-Like half an hour later you're all tucked in a blanket with those two.

-You had never noticed how tall and big in general Hyunjin is till now that you have him right besides you.

-His hair still wet from the shower. It's dripping some water over his own face which he dries with the towel on his neck.

-He leaves for a second to grab some food and you follow him with your eyes.

-'Thought you liked Seungmin'. Jisung says.

-'What?' You blush. 'I do'.

-'Really? You looked so mesmerized as you watched Hyunjin just now'.

-'That's... His hair was soaking I was watching the water drop'.

-'Sure'. He says with a half smile.

-'Huh... Are you jealous, boyfriend?' You say as you elbow him softly.

-He scoffs. 'You wish'.

-'Sounds jealous to me'. You chuckle.

-Hyunjin is back with some snacks.

-He plays the movie and you don't mention the jealous thingy again.

-That doesn't mean you're letting go.

-Even if you think Hyunjin will never ever put his eyes on you, that's not really necessary to prove your point right?

-So after a while you just lean over Hyunjin's side a bit. Jisung notices but he doesn't seem to care.

-'Are you okay?' Hyunjin asks.

-'Sorry my head hurts a bit. Do you mind if I lean on you for a while?' You ask.

-'Ah, sure. As long as you need'. He says.

-You lean your head on his shoulder and kinda hug his arm.

-He's blushing and you can tell he's kinda nervous.

-Cute.

-Jisung scoffs softly from the other side of the couch and you smile to yourself.

-After a little while you feel how something is pulling from one of your arms. Taking it away from the hold you had on Hyunjin's.

-You look at Jisung with a satisfied smile on your face.

-'Shut up'. He says as he laces his fingers with yours.

-You chuckle softly as you rest your head on Hyunjin's shoulder again.

-Your thumb caressing Jisung's hand as he holds yours.

-And you feel some kind of butterflies as you feel the warmth of his hand on your hand.

-When the movie is over you just don't wanna move but you have to.

-'Do you guys wanna watch another movie or.. some... wine? For our hungover?' Hyunjin asks.

-'Wine sounds good'. You and Jisung say almost at the same time.

-Hyunjin scoffs amused at your synchronization and goes find the wine.

-This time there's no talking between you and Jisung. But he's not letting your hand go either till Hyunjin is back with the wine.

-You take the cup Hyunjin poured for you and take a sip.

-They play another movie but nobody is watching.

-You're just chatting and laughing.

-Your legs over Jisung's after the second bottle is gone.

-His hands running up your thigh keeping just the right distance.

-'Ok, ok. Can I ask something tho?' Hyunjin says, but he can't stop chuckling before asking.

-'What is iiit?' You ask as you hit his arm softly.

-'Why Jisung?' He laughs again.

-'Why Jisung what?' You ask.

-'Why did you say Jisung's name to your friends instead of mine?'

-Jisung just chuckles as he waits for an answer too.

-You blush, but you were already blushing cause of the wine. 'Why would you ask me that in front of him?' You say playfully hitting him again.

-What a drunk mess you three are right now.

-'C'mon tell us'. Jisung says. 'I'm curious too'.

-'Ah... It's kinda embarrassing'.

-'Ohh, you like Sungieee'. Hyunjin sings.

-'What? Is not that'. You laugh.

-'Then what is it?' He insist.

-'Ahh stop iiiit. It really is embarrassing to say it outloud'. You chuckle again.

-'Leave her alone Hyunjinnie. I'm sure she'll tell me sometime'.

-'Hm...' He makes a pouty face. 'Well, you said you don't like him... Then kiss me'.

-'What?' Jisung asks.

-You're just laughing at what he just asked.

-'She's pretty and we're drunk. I want a kiss. C'mon is not that serious. We're just playing around'. He says as he chuckles.

-Is really Hwang Hyunjin asking you for a kiss right now?

-Jisung scoffs. 'Whatever you two just kiss if you want'.

-Hyunjin srughs and leans over you to kiss.

-His lips colliding with yours without waiting any longer. And you thought it'd be just a quick peck but he goes for it for real and he's such a good kisser.

-He pulls away and looks at Jisung. 'Omg. She's the best kisser ever Sungie. You should ask for a kiss too'.

-Jisung scoffs. 'I'm going to bed'. He says as he leaves his cup on the table.

-You look at Hyunjin with a worried face but he looks as confused as you.

-'Uhm... Don't worry he'll be okay tomorrow. I'm sure he's just super drunk'.

-You nod and help him clean up a bit. The alcohol in your body making it so difficult to move properly but the happy feeling was long gone.

-What's with Jisung?

-You were all having so much fun.

-He should have just asked you to kiss him too and that's it.

-You go back to your apartment and get into bed.

-You hit the wall behind you in bed cause you're kinda mad at Jisung for leaving like that and you want him to know.

-Then you hear something.

-You stumble as you kneel in bed to lean over the wall so you can hear better.

-Is Jisung calling your name?

-You blush as you recognize his moans through the wall.

-He's calling your name as he whines.

-He knows you can hear him you've joked about it a couple times before.

-You feel the heat on your lower body as his cute whines fill your ears.

-You bite your lips as you doubt for a second then you run over Jisung's apartment.

-Your knocks on his door. So needy.

-He opens the door to find you wearing literally just an oversize shirt on.

-You look down and bite your lips as you notice his boner.

-Your hand palming him over his pants. 'What is this about?'

-He gives you a half smile. 'I don't know. I think I was mad at my girlfriend and then I wasn't anymore'.

-You bite his lower lip. 'Next time ask for your kiss'. Your body so close to his.

-He pulls you even closer and finally kisses you.

-Then you both walk to his room without breaking the kiss.

-You push him on his bed and climb over him.

-Biting him everywhere. Kissing him like no one ever has kissed him before.

-You take his joggers off.

-His hard dick hitting his own body as you do so.

-And you're so wet already.

-Is like you've been waiting to do this for so long even when all this started just two days ago.

-He doesn't waste any time and just grabs a condom from the nightstand.

-And you just ride him.

-So hard.

-There's nothing holding you back.

-And this time you can hear his moans directly in your ears.

-His hands grasping at your butt as he helps you with the pace.

-And you're so into it. So wet for him.

-You can feel your orgasm building already.

-You bite your lips not to moan out loud but he wants to hear you, he wants to be praised.

-'I wanna hear your voice baby'. He says. 'Let me hear your beautiful voice moaning out my name'.

-And he's making you feel so good you wouldn't deny him anything.

-You moan out his name as you reach your high.

-He hisses. His fingers going deeper on your skin as he cums.

-He's drooling. His chest going up and down as he tries to catch up his breath.

-You chuckle as you see his fucked up face and kiss him. 'You're so good Sungie. That was amazing'. You say, making him smile. His fingers running down your hair.

-He kisses you again and then you shift to sit next to him.

-His hand resting on your lower back.

-You sigh after a while. 'Guess I should go back and get some sleep before going to work'.

-'Yeah, cause this isn't a bed. It's a pool and you can't sleep in pools'.

-You chuckle as you stand up. Still a bit dizzy cause the wine.

-'You know I came here only in this shirt right? I don't want to go back to my apartment in the morning like this. The guys are always in the hallways'.

-He chuckles too. 'Right'.

-There's a brief silence where you just look at eachother for a second.

-'Let's watch some movies tomorrow too'. You say.

-'Sure'.

-'Well, I really should go now... Bye then Sungie'. You say as you wave him goodbye.

-'Wait, I want a kiss'. He says as he lightly pokes his lips.

-You chuckle softly but kiss him. 'Sleep well you idiot'.

-'I totally will'.

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-Next morning goes by so quickly.

-You barely slept but at least you're in a good mood.

-Work hours fly.

-Soon you're at your apartment humming some song as you get out the shower.

-'So, Jisung huh?' Bangchan says as you walk to your room. 'I take back the quiet thing. You two were l o u d last night'.

-'I don't know what you're talking about'. You say trying not to blush at his words.

-He chuckles. 'Yeah sure. Hyunjin was so surprised this morning when I run into him that he told me'.

-'Told you what?'

-'He went all like 'dude Jisung told me they were just fake dating but that didn't sound fake at all'.

-'Oh god he did told you'.

-'Yeah, he thought I already knew since we're roomates like them'.

-'Are you mad I didn't tell you? I didn't wanna risk more people knowing'.

-'No, I get it but... Jisung? I guess your friends bought it cause they don't know him'.

-'What do you mean?'

-'Like, c'mon you share a wall with him. He never brings the same girl twice'.

-'So?'

-He sighs. 'You know Seungmin right? He didn't buy it at all and he's telling everyone what he thinks about it'.

-'Whatever, let him say what he wants'.

-'Well if you don't want anyone else to find out maybe you should prepare some kind of break up before this gets any further. Just an idea'. He says. 'Or maybe you could come clean with your work friends'.

-Stupid Bangchan. Why can't he just let you be happy for a while?

-'I'll think about it. But the whole idea was to avoid them to fix me with someone else'. You say.

-'Anyway what was last night about?'

-'I don't know... Guess we were just drunk'.

-'Is that so?'

-'You said yourself he's not the kind of guy to get in serious relationships. Why do I have to think about it that much anyway?'

-'I'm pretty sure you've already thought about it'.

-'Well I haven't. I honestly think he doesn't like me like that. We were joking around about him being jealous but... It can't be. He was probably just horny last night and we get along well that's why he...'

-'He what?'

-You blush as you remember how you heard Jisung through the walls moaning your name last night.

-'Nothing'.

-Chan chuckles. 'Definitively not nothing but ok'.

-You nod still blushing and keep looking for an outfit in your drawers.

-He laughs. 'Ugh, it's so weird seeing you like this. At least promise me you'll let me know if something happens. Good or bad okay?' He says before leaving your room so you can get dressed.

-'I will'.

-Hyunjin opens the door for you today.

-'Hi, you look nice'. He says.

-'Thanks, you too'.

-He chuckles. 'Thanks. Jisung is in the shower. Let's sit'.

-'Oh, okay'.

-You think it's gonna be awkward cause you kissed last night and then he said you're a good kisser etc...

-But it's not.

-He just talks to you like nothing happened.

-'Hey, are you dating Jisung for real now?' He suddenly asks. 'He won't tell me'.

-'Ah...'

-'Hey, you're here already'. Jisung says as he dries his hair with a towel. Rescuing you from Hyunjin's question.

-'Fuck off Jisung'. Hyunjin says as he chuckles. 'We were talking about something'

-'Oh, were you? I didn't notice. But I'm here now so it'll have to wait'.

-Hyunjin sighs. 'I'll go find some popcorn for the movie'.

-Jisung chuckles as he walks towards you. 'Hey'. He says, softly.

-'Hey'. You say, same way.

-'Were you able to get some rest before work?' He asks.

-'Yeah, kinda'.

-'I skipped classes and slept the morning away'. He chuckles.

-'Wow, responsible'. You chuckle too.

-'Ugh are you gonna kiss or something?' Hyunjin asks as he stands before you two.

-'Shut up'. You laugh as you kick him lightly. 'What are you doing with that?' You ask looking at the bottle of wine he's holding.

-'Thought today we could just save time and start drinking early'.

-'Will my liver survive getting to know you two?'

-'It's just wine'. Hyunjin says as he pours some on the glasses.

-You hear the door and Hyunjin goes to see who it is but you can't see from the couch.

-'Hey, it's Seungmin'. Jinnie tells you. You can hear him inviting the other one to stay.

-'Are you drinking wine this early in the day?' He asks as soon as he's in front of you.

-You can't really read Jisung right now and it feels weird not being able to but you decide to just ignore that fact.

-Seungmin sits by your side, taking Hyunjin's place.

-Jinnie pouts knowing he'll have to sit alone in the floor but doesn't say anything.

-'Hey what about if we play a game instead of watching the movie?' Seungmin asks.

-'Not a kissing game'. Jisung complains.

-'You're so boring Jisung, really'. Seungmin says.

-'What? I don't wanna kiss my roommate'.

-'So you'd kiss me?'

-'If I have to...'

-You laugh as you see them arguing about it for a while.

-'I wouldn't mind kissing y/n again'. Hyunjin says interrupting the other two.

-'Again?' Seungmin asks. 'When did you kiss her?'

-'Well, yesterday'.

-'Omg, Hyunjin seriously?' Jisung says.

-'What?? You were there. You knew??'

-'Why would you kiss Jisung's girlfriend? In front of him?' Seungmin asks.

-'Ohhhh....' Hyunjin says realizing the problem with what he said a minute ago.

-You just laugh.

-'What is going on?' He asks again. 'Jisung you don't mind Hyunjin kissing her? Can I kiss her then?'

-Jisung looks at you not knowing what to say.

-'Why would you ask him if you can kiss me?' You ask. 'I'm the one you want to kiss'.

-'Right'. Seungmin says. 'Can I kiss you?'

-This guy.

-'Nope. I've got a boyfriend'. You say, smiling at him.

-'Do you really?'

-'What does that mean?' Jisung asks. 'I'm right here'.

-Seungmin looks at him for a moment and then back at you. 'If you happen to break up with this boyfriend of yours, call me. I'll take you out on a real date'.

-You all look at him in silence cause none of you knows what to say.

-He stands up. 'I'm gonna go. I don't like this movie anyway'. He says, then he leaves.

-'What's with him?' Hyunjin asks as he chuckles. 'y/n you really are stealing every guy's heart around here huh'.

-'What other heart have I stolen?' You laugh and he blushes.

-'Ah, I don't know... I just said that'.

-'Well, Chan told me Seungmin was suspecting about us being fake and that we should break up before my friends find out too. But I don't really think he's gonna do much with something he thinks he knows'. You laugh.

-Jisung sighs and gulps down his wine.

-'Anyway, let's watch the movie'. Hyunjin says.

-This time you curl up into Jisung after a while drinking.

-He softly kisses the top of your head as he caress your shoulder.

-His body so warm and cozy.

-Your head resting on the crook of his neck now.

-You leave a kiss there, fighting yourself with all you have not to bite him or go for his lips.

-And he seems to be having some kind of internal fight too.

-Hyunjin disappears for a moment to go to the bathroom or something. You didn't really heard what he said about it. Then you talk to Jisung.

-'Sorry. I guess I'm being too much right now'. You say as you move away a little.

-'Do you still like Seungmin?' He asks right away.

-You don't know what to say.

-'I guess? He's cute but...'

-'Okay'. He says. 'I'm sorry, come here. I'm still your boyfriend for tonight'. He says as he opens his arms to take you in.

-You don't understand what is going on inside his head but also you're kinda drunk to stop and analyze his words.

-Honestly you can only think about kissing him.

-So you do kiss him once before Hyunjin comes back.

-And he didn't expect it but he's not going to pull away either.

-Hyunjin steps aproaches and you stop to look at Jisung's eyes. Then you leave a couple pecks on his lips.

-'Oh, so you're kissing without me now'. Hyunjin says.

-'Hyunjin just shut up'. Jisung says. Then you all go back to watch the movie and drink the rest of the wine.

-You stop before opening a third bottle.

-You sigh. 'I'm not gonna drink anymore. I have work in the morning'. You say, leaving your cup in the table and going back to Jisung's arms.

-'Yeah, guess I should try to sleep too and actually go to one of my morning classes'. Hyunjin says.

-You chuckle. 'Good idea'.

-'Night then guys'. He says as he takes his cup to his room to finish it there.

-You look up to see Jisung's face so close to yours and he looks down to meet your eyes. 'Don't you have morning classes'. You ask.

-'Maybe'. He says, then he kisses you. 'Don't really feel like going anywhere right now though'.

-You scoff softly and kiss him again.

-One of your legs over his lap now, his hand on your thigh.

-And the last thing you want to do is going back home.

-'Can I stay tonight?' You ask with a soft voice.

-He smiles and pecks your lips. 'You can stay'. He caresses your face. 'Let's go to bed'.

-You follow him to his room. 'Can I borrow a shirt or something to sleep in'.

-'Sure. Take whatever you need from that drawer'. He says pointing to the one besides you.

-You put in a plain black tshirt and get into bed. 'Oh, you're taking off your hoodie? Gimmiee please. It's cold'.

-He chuckles and hands you his hoodie.

-And ah, it smells so good.

-It has Jisung's aroma all over.

-You feel some butterflies as you put it on.

-'You look cute in my clothes'. He says.

-'Thanks. Now come here'. You say opening your arms for him.

-He gets into bed and the kisses start all over again till you're so sleepy.

-'I'm calling in sick tomorrow'. You say. 'I don't want to leave this bed'.

-He puts away a lock of hair from your face. 'Yeah, me too. Let's just sleep forever tomorrow'.

-His husky sleepy voice.

-You fall asleep soon after that.

-And then a couple hours later you wake up suddenly.

-Stupid anxiety.

-You look at your side to find Jisung sleeping so peacefully.

-So you snuggle into him and he hugs you back in his sleep.

-Cute.

-Next time you wake up it's still dark but it won't be for a very long time.

-You try to fall asleep again but then Jisung starts to whine softly.

-You're worried at first but then you see his hand moving to his crotch in his sleep, then you notice his boner.

-You chuckle softly and leave some kisses on his neck and cheek.

-'Jisung sweetie'. You call him. 'Baby wake up'.

-He slowly opens his eyes and looks at you. 'Hey'. He says. His voice SO husky. 'I was dreaming about you just now'.

-You chuckle. 'Yeah? And does that have anything to do with this?' You say as your hand runs to his hard cock.

-He smiles and stretches a little. 'Maybe'.

-You scoff and kiss him softly for a while.

-'I don't think it's going down'. He says between kisses.

-'Yeah I figured'. You say, then you lie in bed and take your underwear off. 'So come here'.

-He lets out a half smile as he makes some room for himself between your legs.

-A tiny soft moan leaving your mouth as he enters you slowly.

-He kisses you before starting moving.

-He hardly stops kissing you actually.

-You're surrounded by his aroma as he fucks you while you wear his own hoodie.

-And his movements are so soft.

-Nothing to do with the other night.

-But you're both just so sleepy.

-The sound of his grunts and little soft noises on your ears.

-You kiss and bite his neck and he hisses.

-And you can't help but to moan softly as he thrust into you.

-Your cheeks blushing knowing everyone is sleeping and there's so much silence.

-Ah.. Hyunjin... Bangchan too... They probably just heard you.

-Jisung smiles as he notices you biting your lips not to moan outloud.

-He shifts the position a bit and now he's hitting your g-spot perfectly.

-'Fuck'. You moan out and you can feel his dick getting harder.

-He lets out a grunt.

-His forehead resting on yours before kissing you briefly.

-The warmth of his body against yours.

-And you like everything he's doing right now so much.

-You're dripping.

-Your hips moving as he pounds into you.

-He quickens the pace and your orgasm starts building.

-You moan his name out showering him with praise.

-And he just loves that.

-You reach your high filling the room with moans and he cums as he watches you melting under him.

-Your phone chimes and after a while you sit up to check on it.

-'Wow, just wow y/n'. That's Chan texting. You laugh as you see his text but kinda blush.

-'Who is it?' Jisung asks.

-'I think we woke Chan up'.

-He chuckles and pulls from your arm so you'd fall on his chest. 'Guess we did huh?' Then he kisses your nose.

-So much lazy kissing after that.

-And you don't want to think too much about it.

-But you can't help doing it.

-Cause it feels just so good lying there just kissing and chatting about every kind of stuff.

-And you don't know how much of this is real or just a part of the fake boyfriend thing that went too far but still just a 'fake' thing.

-It feels so real though.

-Maybe it's just you wishing it being that way.

-Ugh how could you fall into this?

-Your anxiety is laughing at you so hard right now knowing what is coming.

-'Hey, are you okay?' He asks.

-'Huh? Yeah...'

-'You looked so serious just now'. He seems kinda worried.

-'Sorry. I remembered something about work'. You lie.

-'Oh... You have to go?' He sits up.

-'Not really... Do you... Want me to go?' You ask sitting up too.

-'No'.

-'Okay'. You chuckle.

-'Sorry, too serious?' He smiles.

-'Yeah, kinda'. You laugh.

-'Well that's cause I really don't want you to go'. He says coming closer to you. He's waiting for a kiss so you peck his lips.

-'Let's get some breakfast'. He says as he gets out of bed.

-You take a quick shower and meet him again outside to walk to a coffee shop.

-'You sure you're okay just with some coffee and toast?' You ask him.

-'Yeah, it's fine'.

-'Ah, shit I forgot something. Sorry. Wait for me just a minute'. You say as you run upstairs.

-As you come back to Jisung you see him talking to Seungmin but they don't see you.

-'Dude, seriously. Are you dating her for real or not?' He asks.

-Jisung sighs. 'Why are you so interested?'

-'You know exactly why'.

-He scoffs. 'Look, I'm just...'

-'Hey'. You say interrumpting them. 'Sorry for making you wait'.

-'It's okay'. He says.

-'Hi, Seungmin'. You say, then you look back at Jisung. 'Should we get going?'

-'Sure'.

-You hold his hand and start walking again.

-You're shaking so he squeezes your hand lightly and you calm down a little.

-Why didn't you let him finish?

-You had no clue of what he was going to tell Seungmin and still couldn't stand the idea of him saying something remotely close to 'I'm just her fake boyfriend and nothing else'.

-Which by the way it's the only ending to what he was saying that your brain can come up with right now.

-But he wouldn't tell him about your deal like that right?

-He would ask you if it was okay for him to tell Seungmin about it.

-Right?

-'Jisung... What did Seungmin want?' You ask without looking at him.

-'Ah... Nothing he was asking again about us'.

-'What did you tell him?'

-'Jisung?' That's another girl asking. She was inside a store but now she's walking towards you two. 'What the fuck? Who's this?'. She asks.

-'Fuck.. This girl...' He mouths under his breath before she gets there. 'Hey, how have you been?' He asks her.

-'What do you mean? I've been pissed since yesterday'.

-'What?' He looks confused but the girl seems pretty mad.

-'You texted me to meet on the same spot we always met and you didn't appear'.

-'Wait, what? No I didn't'. He looks at you. 'Y/n I didn't. I swear'.

-You let his hand go but don't say anything.

-'Then what is this?' The girl asks showing you both the texts.

-'What the fuck I didn't write those'. He says as he holds the phone to read them better.

-You feel your heart crush. 'I gotta go'. You say as you walk away as fast as you can.

-'y/n wait'. He gives the phone back to the other girl and runs after you. 'y/n I didn't write those I swear'.

-'Leave me alone. I'm so stupid'. You say. Tears falling but you're mad.

-'Don't go just... Please'.

-You stop and turn around to talk to him. 'You know, I think this game of us went too far'.

-'What?' He frowns.

-'We should break up'. More tears falling. 'Then you'll be free to go back to bring girls to your apartment and make them scream your stupid name'.

-He scoffs. 'C'mon...'

-'Is that why you did all this?' You ask him. 'You were needy but couldn't call other girls cause what the others would say about you 'cheating on me' and you thought well, why not? I'll just fuck my fake girlfriend'.

-What

-Are

-You

-Talking about?

-You're the first person to know that's not true at all.

-He looks at you. 'You really think so?' He asks.

-'I...'

-He seems hurt.

-'Fuck you'. He says. Then he walks away.

-And it hurts so much.

-Just seeing him go.

-But you feel betrayed.

-You saw the texts.

-You had your doubts before about what you meant for him and now your insecurities sky rocketed.

-And even if deep down you feel everything that happened between you two was real.

-Right now you're blinded by your insecurities and how much it hurt to see those texts.

-Your phone chimes after you've walked around the block for a while.

-Bet is Chan.

-But you don't want to go back just yet.

-You're not ready for his questions or meeting any of the guys in the hallways.

-You sit on a bench in a park and finally check the text.

-It's Hyunjin.

-'y/n Jisung told me what happened I'm so sorry but it's my fault. Can you come by when you're back and I'll explain please'.

-'I don't want to go back. I'm at the park'.

-A while later Hyunjin is sitting right besides you.

-'I shouldn't have told you where I was'. You say.

-'Look, I know what it looks like and I'd be mad too but listen to me please'. He begs. He really looks guilty. 'I was texting this girl and you know how Jisung and I went to buy our phones together and...'

-'Are you going to tell me you can't tell your phone from Jisung's? How about the lockscreen and the background picture?'

-'Yeah I know but we're always changing those to eachother as a joke'. He lets out a frustrated sigh. 'Look I realize how much this sounds like bullshit but I swear it's true'. He takes out his phone. 'See? This is the girl I was talking to. It's not the same one you met today but their names are the same and I dated this one and Jisung dated the other one'.

-'But...'

-'Yeah, I texted that one thinking it was the one I was originally texting to cause their names are the same and didn't realize it wasn't my phone cause I was so drunk'.

-You look at him in silence for a while.

-'y/n please I swear. If it wasn't really my fault I wouldn't even bother on talking to you. I would just tell Jisung to fuck off for being a dick and then I'd be a dick myself and try to hit on you after you broke up with him so please?'

-You try to keep a serious face but you chuckle at that last part. 'Ok, I believe you'. You say and he sighs relieved. 'Still I said some mean stuff. I don't think he'll forgive me that easily'.

-'I know but you have to talk to him'.

-'Yeah, I know... I'll try... But... He won't care... We were just fake dating anyway'

-He lets out an annoyed grunt. 'Oh god, I swear you two are the same amount of stupid. I'm leaving'.

-'Sorry'.

-Hyunjin sighs once more and stands up. 'It’s okay. See you later I hope'. He says and you nod as he leaves.

-You're planning to go back home at some point but you just can't leave that bench.

-Your chest hurts with anxiety.

-You really fucked up huh?

-Jisung must hate you for real.

-You texted him you were sorry a while ago and he left you on read.

-The morning goes by and you're still there.

-There's no need to eat right now since you feel like shit and your stomach is just a ball of anxiety.

-You go for a tiny walk in the park and spend some time in a coffee shop but then you're back on that bench.

-Before you can notice it's already night and still you haven't been able to leave that park.

-Then it starts to pour and you scoff as you laugh at yourself.

-Do you even deserve that rain?

-Knowing how much you love it.

-You look up and let the raindrops fall all over you as you close your eyes.

-And it feels somehow healing.

-Even if people look at you as they run away from the rain.

-They may think you're crazy.

-Your phone has been chiming for a while but you're too afraid to check.

-Your hair all drenched after some minutes under that rain.

-But now with your eyes closed and the sound of the raindrops it's the only time in the whole day you're feeling some kind of peace.

-Suddenly you stop feeling the rain in your skin and hear the sound of it hitting an umbrella over your head instead.

-You open your eyes slowly to see a guy's figure in front of you.

-Then slowly look up to see his face.

-You feel your eyes filling with tears as you see Chan's worried look.

-'Channie'. You hug him as you break into tears inconsolably. 'I fucked up'.

-He pats your back. 'It's okay, let's go home'. He says as he holds your hand so you'd walk with him.

-You're still so afraid to go back and see Jisung around.

-But Bangchan makes you feel safer as he talks to you.

-You are about to finally leave the park when you see a guy waiting under an umbrella.

-You stop for a moment before keep walking and he raises the umbrella a bit so you can see his face.

-Bangchan scoffs softly. 'If you were going to come anyway why didn't you tell me?' He asks him. 'I would have stayed home'.

-'It was a last minute decision'. He says.

-Your heart has stopped for a moment.

-Bangchan sighs. 'Anyway. I'm leaving then. Is that okay?' He asks you and you nod.

-You can feel the rain in your skin again as he walks away.

-Your legs don't want to move anyway.

-Jisung closes his umbrella and looks up.

-'W-what are you doing?' You ask.

-'Just experimenting rain your way'.

-'But... You'll get sick'.

-'And you won't?' He asks.

-'I won't. I never get colds or the flu'.

-'That's weird'. He says.

-'Okay, can you just...' You walk towards him trying to make him use his umbrella again.

-He holds one of your wrists so you'd stop.

-You look up to meet his eyes. 'Ok, I'm sorry. Be sick then'.

-He scoffs. 'I won't'.

-'You will but whatever'.

-'Ok, can we just... I didn't came here to fight you'.

-'I'm not fighting you I'm just worried cause you look so weak. I bet you have a fever the minute you're back at hom...'

-He's kissing you.

-His hands on your waist pulling you closer and your arms over his shoulders.

-You have tears falling down your cheeks again but who could tell with all that rain?

-'I'm sorry'. You say as you pull away.

-He shush you. 'I know. And I'm sorry too, okay? I was so hurt at your words but Hyunjin and Bangchan helped me understand better how you were feeling'.

-'Did you have some kind of meeting while I was away?'

-'Kinda. Chris was really worried about you not answering your phone so he came to our apartment to ask if we knew where you were'.

-'Wow, embarrassing. He really is like my dad huh?'

-He chuckles. 'Yeah, guess he is. He told me I should be the one to come get you but I wasn't sure if you'd want me to so I stayed'.

-'But you came'.

-'Well yeah I stayed for like a minute and then I run here'. He says and you scoff softly.

-Then you kiss him and he smiles.

-'So... Can we date for real now? Please'. He asks as he chuckles. 'Before I kill Seungmin at least'.

-You chuckle too. 'You've been wanting to kill him lately?'

-'Please. I fell for you as soon as you walked in my apartment the day of the party and got to know you for real. Of course I've been wanting to fight Seungmin since then'.

-'Idiot'. You say then you kiss him.

-'You know, I actually love when you call me an idiot cause I can perfectly tell you don't mean it at all'.

-He holds your hand and you both start walking home.

-'I mean it a little'. You say.

-'Nah you don't. You know I'm a genius'.

-'My genius boyfriend who would get a fever just to prove a point'.

-He laughs. 'Shut up. You'd do the same'.

-'Right. Ah so genius Sungie. You know me so well'. You say. 'My genius'. You repeat dramatically.

-'Ew, shut up. You ruined it'. He says then he chuckles.

-You laugh too. 'Sorry. Let's get home already and take a shower to get rid of the cold'. You say.

-'Hm, that sounds really nice. Ok, wanna race there?'

-You start running instead of giving him an answer and he laughs and start running too.

-As you reach the doorway to the building you're breathless and so happy.

-He gets there seconds later.

-You pull from his hoodie and kiss him.

-He picks you up against the wall to keep kissing.

-The rain still falling over you.

-Then the doorman comes out the building. 'Just go inside you're practically home already, idiots'.

-You both laugh and walk inside. 'Sorry'.

-He sneezes as soon as he's on the elevator and you laugh.

-'I knew it'. You say. 'You're sick'.

-'I'm not, shut up'.

-You both leave tiny puddles as you walk with your drenched clothes.

-'Let's go to mine'. He says. 'Hyunjin is at Seungmin's'.

-As you get to his apartment he starts sneezing again.

-'Ah seriously. You got sick'.

-'I'm okay'. He says.

-'Take off those clothes already omg'.

-You get in the shower with him and he looks so dizzy.

-What an idiot. It's just as you said earlier. As soon as he stepped into the building he got sick.

-He kisses you. His hands all over your body.

-But you stop him.

-'Sungie you got a fever we have to get you into bed as soon as possible'.

-He whines and you kiss him. 'I'll cuddle you'. You say.

-He doesn't insist much more cause honestly he really feels sick and just wants you to take care of him even if he won’t admit it.

-You help him get into his pjs and take a shirt for yourself.

-'Aren't you wearing any underwear?' He asks as you tuck him into bed.

-You chuckle softly. 'Yeah, I left those at home Sungie'.

-'Ahh you're killing me. Come here. You said you'd cuddle me'.

-'And I will but let me hang our clothes first so it'll dry okay?'

-'Okay...' He pouts and you leave a peck on his lips.

-You struggle a little to find where to hang your clothes.

-When you're finally back Jisung is asleep.

-You look at him as you smile. Then you sit next to him in bed.

-He shifts to look at you and pulls from you so you'd lie with him.

-His eyes shut and his face is so close to yours.

-You caress his face softly and he opens his eyes a bit to look at you.

-'You okay?' You ask with a soft voice.

-'I love you'. He says and your heart stops for a moment. 'I know it's early to say it but I do'.

-You smile softly. 'I love you'. You kiss him. 'I don't care how early it is. I just feel that way too'.

Fin.

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Oppa Knows Best | Part 4

Word Count: 7.8k Genre: Smut, Angst Summary: If there is anything a lot of people can agree on when it comes to college, it’s that college is about much more than just education; it’s a whole transformative experience. The person you were before college is not the same person you will be after college, and no one knows the truth of that statement quite like you do. You just didn’t expect to change so much so fast. Chapter Plot: Something about his question rings alarm bells in your mind, and you lash out. “Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t need someone to take care of me anymore? That I want to be my own person now?” Jaehyun laughs in disbelief, “I’m the one who got you this far, and now that you’re here you want to dump me to the side and pretend like you don’t need me?” Warnings: This story contains a very unbalanced power dynamic between the two main characters that is unhealthy and shouldn’t be tolerated irl. If someone treats you this way irl please run. This is a fictional story and the plot is basically just a vehicle for the smut. Contains slutshaming and controlling behavior. Also the dirty talk is painfully corny and pornolike so be warned lol. Oppa kink if it wasn’t obvious. foot job (no licking dw), thigh job, humping? lol The previous parts and the rest of my masterlist are in my bio suck my dick tumblr

It’s funny how something that you’ve wanted for so long could turn out to be so catastrophic for you, but that seems to be the running theme of your life. A year ago, you wanted nothing more than to be the sole object of Jaehyun’s attention, but now that you are, you’re finding it to be just so fucking exhausting. You don’t want to sound ungrateful; knowing your luck, a higher being could be listening to you right now and decide to deprive you of Jaehyun all together for not appreciating this nightmarish version of your dreams that he/she/it has bequeathed upon you. As it stands though, Jaehyung was no longer recoiling from you like he used to, not one bit. Now, he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself. He is always touching or kissing you. His stamina was insane and his sexual appetite insatiable. You were beginning to understand why he slept around so much in the first place and why the girls on campus hated you for taking him out of the game. Granted, no one knew for a fact that you two were fucking, and officially you were just really close friends—almost siblings—but that didn’t stop people from (correctly) speculating that you were sleeping together, not when Jaehyun was hovering around you all the time and scaring off any male from getting within a mile of you. Half the student body believed he was just being a protective older brother, deceived by his sweetness and inoffensive charm, while the other half was convinced he wanted you for himself, claiming that no mere friend would act so protectively no matter how close the friendship was. So which of these was the truth? Fuck if you knew. As had become routine for you now, you’re awakened by a pair of large hands feeling up your body. You don’t have to turn around to know whose morning wood was currently pressed snugly between your asscheeks that are bare under the over-sized shirt of his that you wore to bed. Opening your eyes just a sliver to check the time, you groan, “Oppa, it’s six in the morning. Not now, please.” “But I have a class at seven.” He fusses childishly and covers your neck in kisses, his hands groping your breasts clumsily.

“Well, I don’t. You can fuck me all you want when you come back.” You try to push his hands off but he climbs over you and presses you against the mattress with his body. “But I need you now.” “We just fucked last night, oppa. I’m still a little sore.” You turn your head to the side, trying to escape his kisses. As you move, you feel some of his cum from the night before leak down your inner thigh, further reminding you of how used up you felt at the moment. “Please I’ll do all the work.” His hand goes between your legs, but as soon as his fingers come into contact with your pussy, you flinch from the overstimulation. “It hurts.” He immediately withdraws his hand and slumps over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and murmuring a quiet ‘sorry’. He stays like that for a few seconds, softly peppering kisses on your neck and collarbone before he sighs and pulls away. “Wait,” You stop him from leaving. Chewing on your bottom lip, you regard his painful looking hard-on, the tip red and engorged, and decide to take some pity on him. “You can fuck me, but no penetration.” He look at you funny, “What does that even mean?” Without saying a word, you close your legs, pressing your thighs tightly together then pulling them towards your chest. You support your thighs with your hands, keeping your legs suspended in the air. Jaehyun’s eyes widen a little bit and he looks at you hesitantly, “You want me to fuck your thighs?” “If you don’t want to, I can just go back to sleep.” Before you can even lower your legs, he grabs your waist and yanks you towards him so that your ass was flush against his pelvis. “I’ll take it.” He spits in his palm then brings it down to wet his dick so it wouldn’t get chafed in between your thighs. When he’s done, he pulls your thighs apart just a little to fit his dick between them before closing them again around him. He starts moving his hips, and you watch as his dick disappears between the flesh of your thighs when he pulls back, only to push through them, swollen and angry, when he thrusts forward. You stare in fascination as he keeps fucking your thighs, feeling a little stir in your core at the sight. So you’re a little annoyed when he stops. Grunting unhappily, he pulls away from you, and you yelp as you feel his hand at your pussy, fingers pressing against your entrance. “Oppa, I said no penetration.” “I just need some of your sweet juices, angel.” He coaxes and pushes his fingers in. Your pussy quivers around his fingers, the feeling a little painful but he was being very gentle as he pumps his fingers inside you and you couldn’t deny that it felt good too. As he gets you more and more aroused, your slick coats his fingers. Soon, you lose your grip on your thighs and they fall open as you opt to clutch the bedsheets instead. Jaehyun presses a hand to your inner thigh, keeping it in place while also rubbing his thumb against your sensitive skin, soothing you as he continues to pump his fingers inside your pussy and smirks down at you. “Are you sure you don’t want my dick, angel?” Huffing, you hit his chest with your fist lightly, “No, you sly asshole.” He laughs, pulling his fingers out, and you find yourself biting down on a disappointed whine. “Ok, ok.” After slicking his dick with your arousal, he pulls your thighs together and starts fucking them again, moaning appreciatively at the newfound ease, “Ah, much better.” Hooking one arm under your knees to hold your legs up, he uses the other to push up your shirt all the way up to your chin, exposing you to him completely. He bites his lip as he cups your breasts in his large hand, playing with them. When your nipples harden under his ministrations, you feel his cock jump between your thighs. “You really got a thing for boobs, don’t you oppa?” You try to tease him, but he thwarts your attempt with ease, shutting you up. “I’ve got a thing for you, angel.” He was doing it again. He was looking at you like you’re the only thing he can see and he’d be fine if you were the last thing he ever saw. “You’re so pretty, baby. My sweet little angel.” It petrified you and you didn’t know why, making your survival instincts kick in, screaming at you to protect yourself, to get away from him, but why? Why do you need to protect yourself from Jaehyun? He’d never hurt you. He loves you... “Hurry up, oppa. I wanna go back to sleep.” You grunt, trying to sound as off-putting as possible and it works. Jaehyun’s head shoots up to look at you, grimacing, “Way to get a guy going, babe. It’s so sexy how uninterested you are.” His words spark up your defensiveness, and your fear latches on to it, making it fester. He got you into this situation in the first place. You were sleeping in peace when he decided to wake you up and fuck with your mind. “If you don’t like it, you can jerk yourself off in the bathroom.” “I’m basically jerking myself off right now anyway.” He grumbles, but before you can snap back at him, he digs his fingers into your thighs and fucks you harshly. Gone are all the sweet words and revering looks; now he was using your body as nothing but a tool to reach his orgasm, which doesn’t take long. It’s childish to be mad at him for doing so when you’re the one who told him he can and made it clear to him that you didn’t want his gentleness, but you were mad anyway. And hurt. Making a meaningless grab at having the upper hand, you push him away from you right when you know he’s just moments away from cumming. He growls in frustration, scratching your thighs with his fingernails as he attempts to get between them again, but you press you feet against his abdomen, keeping him at bay. “Why? I was so close!” “I know but I don’t want you to cum on me.” You say flippantly. Jaehyun scrunches his face and cries out in frustration. Catching you by surprise, he grabs your foot and pushes it down towards his painful cock. He presses against it firmly and rubbing himself on the sole of your foot. You can’t utter a word of objection because the sight of him grinding desperately against your foot, trying to build up his orgasm again, triggers something in your brain. Suddenly, you get struck by a disturbing image, a near-exact replica of this moment, of Jaehyun sitting in front of you, your foot in his lap as his hands wrap around your ankle and his hips buck up into your foot. The sharp maturity that came with age like a distant memory on his face, replaced instead with the soft angles and pudginess of adolescence that had left his face years ago and now only resided in old images. His expression was pleading and helpless like it was now… and apologetic? You see the younger Jaehyun mouthing apologies to you over and over again while your face remains set in stone, implacability carved into it. You emerge out of the phantom memory when Jaehyun cums, his warm seed branding your skin as it spurts on your foot. Spent, Jaehyun collapses over you, his arms braced on either side of you and his face mere inches from yours. Just like that, you’re submerged in the dark pool of disembodied memories again. Another image appears before your eyes, seemingly from that same night, again an almost mirror-image to the present; you’re trapped under his body like you are now, but his expression was vastly different, not only from the present but from the previous image. He no longer looked sorry. No, he was pissed off, yelling at you about something as you struggled underneath him and tried to push him away. To escape him or his words, you didn’t know. “___, ____,” Jaehyun shouts at you, and you flinch, realizing you were looking at present Jaehyun again as he stared at you worriedly. “Are you ok? You zoned out.” “Um, yeah, I’m fine.” You frown, feeling disoriented. What the fuck just happened? What were those images? Were they memories? Dreams? A mere product of your uneasiness at his behavior? “Did I hurt you?” Dread was palpable in his voice. You shake your head earnestly, wanting to dispel his fears. “No. no!” “Then what happened?” He looks at you like a puppy that got accidently kicked and now needed reassurance. But you didn’t know how to do that. You couldn’t even come up with an explanation for yourself so how were you supposed to give him one? Trying to deflect his question, you ask, “Didn’t you say you had a class at seven?” “Yes but this is more important than some class.” “There is no this, oppa. I’m fine. I’m just sleepy.” You try to be as firm as possible, needing him to leave so you can sort out your thoughts. “Go to your class.” “I can’t just leave you—“ “Actually, I’d rather you did.” You shoot him down. That wounds him even further but his protectiveness was making your anxiety build up. You felt trapped underneath him, his presence closing in on you from all around and triggering claustrophobia in you. “Just…” You rake your fingers through your hair and inhale deeply, taking in a big gulp of air to stop the feeling of suffocation but to no avail. “Just let me breathe, ok?” That did it. His eyes immediately glisten and when he tries to speak, his voice breaks. Clearing his throat, he tries again, “Ok, but if you need me—“ “You’re just a call away. Yes, I know.” You complete monotonously, already turning on your side and tugging the blanket from under him, forcing him to get off the bed so you could pull it over yourself. You feel him linger in the room for a moment longer before he grabs something from the closet, probably a fresh change of clothes, and leaves the room. Your ears hone in on his movements inside the small dorm, trying to divine from them what he was most likely doing. When you head the shower running, you know he’s in the bathroom. When you hear kitchen utensils moving around, you know he’s making himself coffee. After that, he’s quiet for some time and you start feeling anxious, worried he’d come back to check on you, but thankfully you hear his footsteps again, before the front door opens and closes, signaling that you were finally alone. Throwing the blanket off your body, you listen for any indication that he’s still in the dorm, but you hear nothing but silence. Silence. It was such an unusual thing, for you anyway. Something you felt like you hadn’t experienced in years. Was it usually this loud? You don’t remember hearing this pervasive buzzing before, but now you couldn’t unhear it. It kept getting louder and louder until you felt like it was coming from inside your own skull. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to push out the pummeling noise and there, on the inside of your lids, you see those images again, so clear as if they were tattooed on your skin. Immediately, you dive into them, try to trace them back to where they came from, but it was like they were severed from everything, a pitch black pool existing in a vacuum of its own. You couldn’t even connect the two images together even though Jaehyun’s clothes, a white shirt and dress pants, told you they were from the same night. All you saw was Jaehyun, one moment sat on a chair looking apologetic and guilty then the next moment he was hovering over you pissed off and looking like he was hell-bent on something. Try as you might, you couldn’t find the missing link between those two images. The fact that you couldn’t place those images into a bigger picture—or even figure out if they were real memories or a mere fabrication of your mind terrified you. You had no clue why Jaehyun had looked so guilty in the first place and what he got so mad for. Could it be that those forgotten memories were the source of your newfound unease around him? No, no, don’t go down that road. You’re not even sure that these images are real. You can’t even call them memories. You’re not going to validate some baseless feeling with equally baseless images and make yourself withdraw further from Jaehyun. God, your head hurt so bad. The only person who could put your mind at ease and answer your questions was Jaehyun, but then again, did you actually want to know the truth? If they were real memories then there must be a good reason why Jaehyun never discussed them with you before. So either they aren’t real or something so terrible happened that night that he chose to never talk about it again. Both those options didn’t make the idea of confronting him about it any more appealing. To hell with those images, you wish to banish them back to where they came from. Lately, you’ve been having enough problems with Jaehyun as it is; you didn’t need long forgotten pains to worsen things for you when they’ve already been going from bad to worse. “Ugh, fuck it.” You groan, looking at the clock and seeing that it’s already ten thirty. Now sporting a major headache, you realize that there was no use trying to go back to sleep now. Your end-term exams were approaching anyway and you needed to catch up on your studying. So with a heavy sigh, you drag yourself off the bed and get ready to start your day. •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• If your day started off badly then it certainly wasn’t looking up now. The coffee you made yourself tasted like the watered down piss of a coffee addict, and when you got to the library to study, you found it jam-packed with students. Massaging your temples tiredly, you contemplate whether you should try to go back to bed, but a quick glance at time tells you that Jaehyun would be out of his lecture soon and he’d no doubt come looking for you in order to talk about what happened this morning. You had no desire to face him; an overbearing and pushy Jaehyun was the last thing you needed right now. Deciding that you could use some space and a change of scenery, you step outside campus in search of a decent coffee shop you could settle down in and sip on some palatable coffee while you hopefully got some studying done. You send a quick text to Jaehyun to let him know of your plans so he wouldn’t worry too much before you put your phone on silent, intending to give yourself a forced timeout from him. You walk around the city for a bit, going down random streets, just observing the little things you never took the time to notice before, like the peculiar juxtaposition of modern and old architecture or the sudden change in ambiance you feel when you leave the main streets and head down small alleyways. It was strangely calming—taking note of every little detail you come across like the number of stories each building had or how worn or new the bricks looked. Filling your mind with these details pushed the bad thoughts out, at least for the time being, and allowed you to finally breathe again. It was in one of those alleyways that you find a quaint little coffee shop to settle down in. Heading up to the counter, the boy behind it smiles brightly at you, his pearly whites almost blinding you while his cheery voice drilled into your skull. “Good afternoon, what would the beautiful lady like today?” Oh, great, he’s a flirter. You roll your eyes, already feeling the precious small amount of peace you’d gathered on the way here getting consumed by the excitable boy, but unlike him, the place looked so serene that you think it might just be worth it to bear with him for a little while so you can stay. “I’ll have a macchiato, double shot.” You reply curtly, looking to shut him down but he doesn’t miss a step and says, smile firmly in place, “Do you want sugar with that or are you already sweet enough?” You take in a deep breath before exploding in his face, “Listen kid, I have end-terms coming up, I’m sporting a major headache, and I just suffered through a sudden recollection of something that could potentially threaten my relationship with the most important person in my life. I don’t have time for your bullshit. Just take my money and give me my damn coffee.” You regret the words as soon as they were out of your mouth. Seeing his single raised eyebrow and the challenging look on his face, you realize you fucked up. “You’re gonna spit in my coffee now, aren’t you?” You pout at him pitifully and he chuckles, “Normally, I totally would, but you look pretty hot when you’re angry so I’ll give you a pass.” “Ugh, spit in my coffee I don’t care, just please stop with the cringe or I might throw up.” You groan but he just laughs again. Cocking your head to the side, you observe him in the act. He had a peculiar laugh, the sound coming out controlled—a almost fake—but his eyes twinkled and his smile grew impossibly wide to show off his perfect white teeth in a way that made him look like he was shooting a damn toothpaste commercial. You hate to admit it but he actually looked kind of adorable. The boy tells you the price, smile still ever-present on his face, and you snap you out of your reverie. You hurriedly pay and leave the counter, getting away from the annoying, albeit strangely endearing boy. Throughout your stay, Jaemin—as you’ve come to know his name—frequented your table, dropping a quick pickup line each time before leaving, taking advantage of the slow traffic at the coffee shop at this hour. You get used to him surprisingly fast; even though he was super flirty, you quickly catch on that he’s just playing it for the laughs, each time dropping a line more absurd than the last, trying to get a smile out of you. He was a very intuitive boy. You notice that he only came by when you were stuck in your studies or were getting distracted by your bad thoughts. He would say his lines, adjusting the dose of grease he injected into them based on your reactions until you would crack a smile and then, satisfied with a job well done, he would nod to himself and go back behind the counter. In the quiet coffee shop, with Jaemin’s delicious coffee, absurd one-liners, and calming smile, you manage to get into a relatively quiet state of mind and actually get some work done. Before you knew it, it was already seven pm. Suddenly feeling apprehensive, you pull out your phone to see dozens of messages and missed calls for a worried Jaehyun. Seeing the sudden change in your demeanor, Jaemin approaches you again and instead of a joke pickup line, he asks if you’re alright. “Uh, yeah, perfect.” You smile but Jaemin looks doubtful. You pack up your stuff quickly, wondering what you were going to say to Jaehyun once you got back to the dorm. “Are you sure that everything’s ok? You look kinda pale.” “Yup, it’s all good.” You smile tightly. Jaemin remains unconvinced but he doesn’t push it further, choosing instead to return your smile and says, “Ok, take care, ___, and I hope you come back soon.” •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• You do go back, almost every day actually. The little coffee shop and the annoying boy with the gorgeous smile quickly becoming like a sanctuary to you—a place where you could leave the rest of your life out by the door with all its good and bad. Unlike Jaehyun who has accompanied you every moment of your life and had his own fully realized notions and feelings about you, Jaemin knew next to nothing about your life prior to you walking into his little coffee shop, and you were free to be whoever you wanted to be with him. Sooner than you would’ve liked, your exams were over and you technically didn’t have any reason to keep going to his coffee shop this often, but you did anyway, pretending like you still needed to study just so you could see him for a little longer. There was just something so familiarly alluring about him that kept you coming back. A cup of coffee is set down in front of you. You look up at the boy with a raised eyebrow, “I didn’t order this.” “I know. It’s on the house.” “This is like the third drink on the house today. I think the house might get fired soon at this rate.” “No way, the owner of this place owes me a favor.” He laughs and you join him, knowing that the owner was, in fact, his own mother, and the worst he ever got from her regarding his flirting via free coffee are a slap on the wrist and whatever choice of embarrassing story about him she feels like sharing with you that day. “I think you’re trying to give me a heart attack.” You say, even as you press the cup to your lips and take a sip, moaning happily at the delicious taste. He really made the best damn coffee you’ve ever had the pleasure of drinking. “Nah, I’ll leave that to my devastatingly good looks.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, smirking confidently and you snort, a little bit of coffee coming up your nose and making you choke. Still you continue laughing through the pain, making Jaemin pout adorably. “You’re mean, noona.” He whines but then his expression changes back to a cocky smirk and he presses his palms on the table in front of you, leaning down so his face is close to yours and says, “Plus, I know for a fact that your exams finished a week ago. You ain’t slick, noona.” “What?” You exclaim, your entire face burning in embarrassment. “How did you know?” “The college you’re attending is the one I’m planning to apply to, and I happened to go there a couple of days ago for a tour. That’s when I found out everyone was already done with their end-terms. Face it, noona, my coffee isn’t the only thing you’re addicted to here, is it?” “Why, you little punk!” You shout, trying to mask your embarrassment with indignation. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to campus anyway? I could’ve shown you around myself.” “Hmm, wouldn’t you have liked that?” He insinuates disgustingly, and you stand up, slamming your hands on the table and play-threatening to leave his gross ass unless he apologizes. Which he does immediately, whimpering like a kicked puppy. “Noona, I’m just kidding. You know that. Unless…” He laughs at your outraged expression, “Ok, ok, I’ll stop. For now.” “Anyways, it was kind of an impromptu visit so I didn’t have a chance to tell you. Plus, I don’t even have your number.” He hints, trying to be subtle but his eyes were practically brimming with hope. “Jaemin, was this just an elaborate plan to get me to give you my number?” You raise an eyebrow at him and he gives you his best innocent look. “Maybe... did it work?” “Maybe,” You smile cheekily, knowing that it wasn’t a ploy or anything but you still give him your number anyway. When he has it saved, he does a little celebratory dance and a song. “I got noona’s number. I got noona’s number.” You roll your eyes at him, “It’s just a number, Jaemin. It’s not like you got a date.” “Not yet.” He interjects, “But I’m confident in my charms.” “I’m not going to date a high school kid.” “I graduate in a few months, though.” “Yeah, whatever.” You say, trying to hide your unease. Jaemin’s enthusiasm was so endearing that you didn’t have the heart to tell him there was no point trying to pursue you. Your heart already belongs to someone else. •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• Jaemin’s peculiar familiarity continued to dwell in the back of your mind but you couldn’t quite place it. Until today. You were hanging out with him at the coffee shop like usual when a girl walks in wearing short shorts and a low cut top. Jaemin leaves your side to go to take her order, flirting with her just like he does with every cute girl or boy that come in, and she eagerly flirts back. She was obviously really into him, playing with her hair while she’s talking to him and leaning down to give him a better view of her rack. Jaemin though, ever the gentleman, keeps his eyes firmly on her own. When he hands her her coffee to go, she slips him a piece of paper and winks at him, telling him to call her. You snort and roll your eyes, watching him come back to you all smiley and shit. “Did you really have to make me watch that?” “What, are you jealous, noona?” He smirks, “I told you if you don’t date me, another person is going to come in and snatch me up. I’m a hot commodity, you know?” “Please, don’t refer to yourself as a commodity. And I’m not jealous,” You grumble, totally jealous. “I just can’t believe how slutty that girl was being. Doesn’t she have any self respect?” “What, how was she being slutty?” His face immediately turns serious, all playfulness disappearing. This was the first time Jaemin has ever remotely looked like he was judging you, and it made you suddenly unsure of yourself. Shrugging slowly, you mutter, “You know, she was all over you.” “I’m the one who flirted with her first. Plus what’s so wrong about her showing her interest in me? I do that with you all the time.” “Yeah but you’re…” You trail off, feeling very uncomfortable and hoping he’d catch your drift so you wouldn’t have to say it. But he just stares at you blankly and waits for you to explain. “You’re—you’re a guy.” You fret when you see his reaction. He looked stunned, and you quickly try to explain yourself but only end up making it worse. “Don’t look at me like that! You know it’s different for guys and girls. Only a dumb person would claim otherwise. The way she was acting—she was making herself a prey. Guys would see her as easy and take advantage of her.” “I don’t even know what to say. I never would’ve thought you felt this way. I’m shocked, noona. This way of thinking, of judging someone you don’t even know… it’s gross.” Jaemin looked so goddamn disappointed at you, like he didn’t want to believe what he’d just heard. “Is this what you really think?” That stops you in your tracks. Is it? It’s what Jaehyun thinks. It’s what Jaehyun wants you to think, but do you? “I don’t know.” You reply in a small voice, suddenly overcome with the urge to cry. “Hey, hey, stop it.” Jaemin’s cups your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears you hadn’t realized were already falling. “It’s ok.” “No, it’s not.” You sob, shaking your head, horrified at what has become of you. You didn’t use to be like this. Jaehyun has changed you without you even realizing it. Even though Jaemin doesn’t understand why you’re crying, he cradles you in his arms and rocks you back and forth, cooing and stroking your hair so you’d calm down. “It’s ok. It’s ok.” He repeats over and over again until you stop crying. When you do, he pulls away, still stroking your hair and asks, “What happened?” You see it now, why he seemed so familiar; he was Jaehyun, a younger, gentler, more accepting version of Jaehyun. Maybe it was their different upbringing; Jaemin having grown up in the big city with a loving, complete family while Jaehyun grew up practically orphaned in a small, conservative town. Maybe if Jaehyun had what Jaemin has he would’ve turned out very differently. Maybe he could’ve been Jaemin in another life. And for that you pity him, and yourself. “I feel like a horrible human being.” You confess, not trusting your own thoughts anymore. “You’re not horrible. You’re just misguided, and I think I know why.” You see his jaw clench. It was still so weird seeing the normally gentle boy so angry. But you can tell that he’s someone who is fearsome to behold if anyone threatened the safety of his loved ones, and that’s what Jaemin thinks Jaehyun is doing to you. You didn’t really get into many details with him about Jaehyun because of this exact reason. You’d sensed from the start that the boy didn’t look favorably on the older man and his view only got worse the more he knew about him until you had to stop mentioning him altogether so you wouldn’t upset Jaemin or have to deal with him giving you a lecture about how Jaehyun was bad for you. It wasn’t just childish jealousy either. He seemed to genuinely dislike him. You tried to steer clear from bringing the subject of Jaehyun up as much as possible, which was a daunting task considering how big of a part he played in your life, but you couldn’t handle the sour look that came over Jaemin’s face whenever you mentioned him or the scathing remarks he had to say about him and his behavior. Jaemin was one of those people who were convinced that Jaehyun was in love with you, except he didn’t call it love. He called it obsession, maybe ownership. He said that Jaehyun believed you were his and that he should have the ultimate say over anything pertaining to you. You wanted to defend Jaehyun but you couldn’t, not when you’ve been secretly suspecting the same thing for a while now. It was an internal struggle for you. One the one hand, Jaemin’s words made a lot of sense and on the other, you didn’t want to accept them. You didn’t want to listen to him and have him ruin Jaehyun’s image in your eyes. You felt like an idolater being forced to watch their god’s likeness getting torn down before their eyes. Jaemin... he just didn’t understand. As for Jaehyun, he wasn’t even aware of Jaemin’s existence. You had given it much thought and ended up deciding against telling him about the boy, fearing that he’d get mad and somehow get you to stop seeing him one way or the other. No, you decided that an embellished version of the truth would work much better, and that first day, on the way back home from Jaemin’s coffee shop, you made up some bullshit excuse to explain your strange behavior that morning. When he asked where you’d disappeared to all day, you told him that you had gone out to study in a coffee shop outside of campus and just lost track of the time. When, on your next trips, he would ask if he could join you, you always told him that you needed the quality time alone. Surprisingly that worked. It worked so well in fact that the reason Jaehyun wasn’t questioning you more was because he secretly knew all about Jaemin. There were some hints here and there that supported your little conspiracy theory, like how when you’d come back from hanging out with Jaemin, Jaehyun would be all over you, gushing about how much he missed you and asking you if you’ve been good for him. You didn’t know if it was real or if you were just imagining the slight edge to his voice, but you ignore it, convincing yourself that you were being paranoid. But then occasionally, he would also look you deep in the eyes and tell you that he loves you and trusts you, and that would flare up your paranoia all over again. •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• For some time you live in blissful denial, intentionally ignoring Jaemin’s warnings about your ‘dysfunctional�� relationship with Jaehyun, and turning a blind eye to Jaehyun’s increasingly erratic behavior as he flips between being loving and resentful seemingly at random, giving you whiplash. You ignored it all. Until you couldn’t anymore. You were casually talking to Jaemin about how much you’ve always wanted to get a pixie haircut but that whenever you mentioned it to Jaehyun, he would adamantly refuse, telling you that he loved your long hair and wanted you to keep it. You hadn’t meant to start anything by it. It just naturally came out when you saw a girl with a really cute pixie cut and wanted to gush to Jaemin about it. He, of course, wasn’t impressed by what Jaehyun had said and told you that if you wanted to get a pixie haircut then you should damn well be able to get a pixie haircut. “Until when are you going to keep obeying everything that guy tells you? When will you start making your own decisions? You’re a grown woman, noona. You’re the master of your own fate. Your life is yours and you need to grab it by the balls.” Jaemin proclaims grandly, but despite the humorous tone—for your sake more than anything—you can tell that he was serious. For once, you take his words to heart, figuring out that a haircut isn’t such a big deal and that Jaehyun would easily get over it. Wrong. Seeing yourself in the mirror with your hair shorter than it has even been since you popped out of your mother’s vagina, you had felt in control of yourself for the first time in your life. Maybe you were assigning too much importance to such a trivial matter such as hair, but this is the first time in your life that you’ve taken a decision on your own without Jaehyun. Yes, it was Jaemin’s encouragement that got you to finally do this and he was with you the whole time for emotional support and to laugh his ass off at you as you cried and mourned over every fallen strand of hair, but it was ultimately your own decision and you’ve never felt prouder of yourself. But the euphoria and freedom that buzzed around you the whole way back to the dorm left you as soon as you stepped foot inside and came face to face with a disproportionately angry Jaehyun. “What the fuck did you do?!” “So I take it you don’t like it?” You really didn’t mean to be so flippant with him but Jaemin’s words were getting to your head, making you see how ridiculous it is that Jaehyun cared so much about hair, your hair. “Is this a fucking joke to you?” “No, but it’s not serious either. It’s just hair, oppa, and I like it.” “It’s just hair.” He laughs sardonically, reacting so dramatically that you think he’s going to launch into a monologue about the rich history of hair and how important it is to human expression, but instead he catches you out of left field with a sucker punch. “Is he the one who told you to do this?” “Who’s he?” Your stomach drops to your feet, he couldn’t possibly mean… “Him! Your fucking barista boy.” Chills cover your body as you’re hit with the realization that you were right. How long has he known about Jaemin? Is even your safe place not safe from him? “W-what? How do you know about Jaemin? Did you follow me again?” He snorts like it was the most obvious thing in the world and it was your own fault for thinking otherwise. “Of course, I did. I had to keep an eye on you! To keep you safe!” “Safe?” You repeat, your world spinning around you. “To keep me safe, oppa, or to make sure I’m not disobeying you? And for your information, no, Jaemin didn’t tell me to do anything. He doesn’t try to control me like you do. He respects me and treats me like an adult.” “That’s because he’s a fucking baby. Is he even in high school yet?” You bristle at his mockery. “He’s a senior. Not that that’s any of your business anyway.” “Who you’re whoring around with is damn well my business.” “Fuck you, Jaehyun.” You bite in contempt, feeling disgusted with him rather than with yourself for a change. All the guilt and disappointment you had felt that day you needlessly attacked the girl in the coffee shop because of his indoctrination was now turning into anger at him. “I’m not whoring around with anyone. He’s my friend. Is that a concept so hard for your sick brain to understand? That I can have friends and not have them wanting to bone me the first chance they get?” “Yeah, right. Is that what he tells you? That he just wants to braid your hair and sing you to sleep? He’s a guy, ___.” “So what? Guys aren’t predators, and girls aren’t fucking prey. Just because there are bad guys out there doesn’t mean that I have to be afraid of them all. If I view myself as a victim then I’ve already lost!” You say with conviction, feeling like you actually believe in your words for the first time in a long time. “You know what, it doesn’t matter anyway. Even if he wanted to have sex with me, who says I don’t want him to?” “___, we talked about this.” Jaehyun grits through his teeth. “You said I could have sex with someone if I’m dating them.” “I said if you’re in a long term committed relationship, not just having gone on a couple of stupid dates. Besides, you’re going to date him? Have you lost your mind?” “What’s wrong with him?” Despite you never actually having seriously considered dating Jaemin, you get extremely defensive. Jaemin is such a sweet boy, so warm and lovely and kind. His heart was big and soft and so, so vulnerable. You would do anything in your power to protect it and him. You couldn’t tolerate hearing a single bad thing about him from Jaehyun. “He’s a child. Will your dates consist of making him lunch and walking him to school?” “Stop being ignorant on purpose. He’s only two years younger than me. Next year he’ll be in college too.” “That makes him three years younger than me. He’s a boy. Do you think he can take care of you like I do?” Something about his question rings alarm bells in your mind, and you lash out. “Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t need someone to take care of me anymore? That I want to be my own person now?” Jaehyun laughs in disbelief, “I’m the one who got you this far, and now that you’re here you want to dump me to the side and pretend like you don’t need me?” “Why are you making this so hard, oppa? I did not and will never forget all you’ve done for me. I owe you my life. You’ve kept it safe all this time but it’s time for you to hand it over to me and let me make my own choices.” “You know I can’t do that. I need to make sure you’re with someone who deserves and appreciates you and he’s not that person.” “And you are?” You accuse, watching the color drain from his face. You tried to be patient. You tried to be understanding. You tried to explain to him that you needed your life to be yours, but he wasn’t interested in listening to you. “You know, it’s funny. I suspected for a while now that your protectiveness over me veered more into possessiveness than actual care. You just can’t bear the thought of having all your hard work go to someone else. You were not planning on ever letting me go, were you?” You were regurgitating Jaemin’s words at this point, but maybe he was onto something. You’re tired of convincing yourself that you were simply over thinking things, that it was natural for the man who took care of you all your life and loved you so much to not be satisfied with anything short of the best for you. You were tired of telling yourself that he couldn’t possibly be wanting to keep you away from men all together, that it was all in your head… but now you didn’t think it was such an outrageous notion anymore. “N-no, I’m just trying to keep my little girl safe.” His chokes, staring at the ground. You don’t stop to consider how disconcerting it is that all fight has left his body in an instant when he was ready to bite your head off a second ago. You were too angry to care at this point. “No, Jaehyun, you really don’t. I’m not your little fucking girl anymore. I’m not your anything. You’re just a glorified dildo for me to use until I find someone I actually love. You made sure of that.” That was a low blow, you’ll admit but his words struck a nerve. You would’ve given anything to be his girl, to truly be his girl and to love him and be with him in all possible ways, but you’re not, you never was. My little girl. What a fucking joke. “You’re a fucking bitch, you know that?” He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t try to grab you. He just looks at you, disappointed and forlorn and absolutely heartbroken. It makes you wish you could go back in time a couple of seconds and get struck by lightning before you could utter those cruel words. In this moment, you were willing to do anything to stop him from looking at you like you ripped his heart out and stomped on it. That’s when you knew you still loved him. Despite everything, you still do. God, how did things get this bad? It seemed like just yesterday that you two were each other’s biggest allies, now it was like you couldn’t even trust each other, and for what? Maybe you needed a break, some space so you could clear your minds and remember just why you’ve been together all this time. Yeah, you think that would be good for you. But when you try to suggest that to Jaehyun, he completely flips out. “No, no breaks! We don’t need a break. The year I was here without you was hell. I don’t want to even think about being separated from you again.” He was being so intense, it freaked you out a bit. “Calm down, oppa. I only meant for a couple of weeks. I’m not leaving you. I just think we could both use a bit of space.” “I’m calm.” He practically shrieks, and you flinch back. Seeing that, he tries to calm himself down, pacing around the room for a bit before sitting down. His right leg that keeps jumping shows that he wasn’t any calmer though. He takes a deep breath and repeats again slowly, “We don’t need a break.” “Oppa—“ “We don’t.” He deadpans, “I can fix this. You wanna date your barista boy? You can date him. You have my blessings.” “This isn’t about Jaemin.” You protest, but he interrupts you. “You want me to back off a little, I get it. I’ll give you your space. I’ll stop being so overbearing. It’s going to take some time, getting used to forcing myself to not check on you all the time but I’ll do it. Just please,” He gets up and comes towards you, wrapping you in his arms like you were a fragile little bird. “Don’t leave me.” Jaemin’s voice rings in the back of your mind, warning you to keep your head up and not get swept under with Jaehyun. But you couldn’t bear to see the love of your life suffering like this, knowing you have his lifeline in your hands and just letting him drown. “Ok, oppa.” •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• A/N: Next chapter will be in Jaehyun’s POV so we can finally get to see what the hell he is thinking, but for the time being I’d LOVE to hear your thoughts and theories and just generally what you think about the story so far :))

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NSFW: ”Fabian”/Jackson Pritchard/Reader

Words: ~10k Fandom: Devil’s Gate but don’t worry about it Rating: Explicit Title: Easter Sunday

so this is a smut fic i wrote mostly for @miloventimillas, Fabian is made up dw about it this is a mess

The Sunday mornings in Jackson’s home tended to start much the same; he wakes you from bed, you both shower; you put on a dress, he puts on a suit; he heads outside to his truck after locking up the house, and you followed, sitting obediently in the passenger seat to be taken to church.

This morning, however, the emotion in the home was different; a different intensity, a new tension. As you wrapped Jackson’s tie around his neck, preparing to tie it for him in front of the bathroom mirror, you watched him feverishly check his watch every few seconds.

“He’s late,” he jabbed, lifting his chin to make way for your hands, “Shoulda figured that.”

The black silken fabric of the tie wisped past and between your fingers as you began to tie it in a knot.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

With your hand close to his throat, you felt and heard a grumble from his throat as you pulled his tie taught against his neck.

“You c’n be sure all y’like. But I ain’t.”

You turned toward the bathroom mirror to make your final adjustments to Jackson’s suit. The position of every button, the cuffs, the evenness of his tie; each part of him received your special attention. You pulled his tie down to meet his belt, and picked a couple stray pieces of lint from his bright white dress shirt. Jackson stroked his beard in the mirror, laying down a few stray hairs on his freshly trimmed jaw, but the abrupt sound of knocking turned you both toward the bathroom door.

“Looks like he made it after all,” Jackson teased, looking back toward the mirror, “I’ll finish up ‘n here. You go’n downstairs an’ greet ‘im. Get acquainted. See if y’ like ‘im any better th’n I do.”

With Jackson staring intently into the mirror, brows furrowed as he stroked his beard and laid down several thick, dark strands of hair on his head, you turned toward the bathroom door to exit. Descending the stairs toward the front door, several more knocks filled the home, as did several startled barks from Earl.

When you opened the door, you saw a man with a similar stature to Jackson, his face clean shaven, his hair long and neatly combed over. You were distracted by his bright and glinting gold watch, reflecting rays of morning light, before you noticed the rest of his outfit. A white button up outlined in black, short sleeved, leaving his lightly tanned arms exposed; with them, a pair of black dress pants, down the side of which were a black pinstripe. The man stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, a smirk crawling across his face when he saw you open the door.

“You don’t look much like my brother, thank god,” he said, looking you over, “You must be the ‘helper’ he was talkin’ t’ me about.”

“You could call it that. You must be Noah?”

You heard him scoff and bite the inside of his cheek, lifting his hand from his pocket to wipe his face.

“Figures my brother decided t’ tell you that name. That is my name, but it’s not what I go by. I prefer Fabian, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh,” you said, stepping aside to swing the door open wider, “Well, Fabian, please come in. Jackson’s still upstairs getting ready.”

Fabian stepped inside, looking around at his surroundings, dragging his fingers over the kitchen table and dining chairs. He looked at the walls, at the pictures and plaques, and peered into the living room at the walls and furniture.

“Jesus. Didn’t realize how bad Jackson needed someone t’ help him clean until now. The place actually looks nice now. I might have t’ pick you up and whisk you away t’ help me out.”

You laughed and straightened out your dress, to which Fabian shared a momentary chuckle. He slowly licked his lips as you responded.

“Thank you. I try to do my best around here.”

“If this is your best, then your best is perfect, sweetie. It really is. And so’s that dress.”

Fabian motioned his finger toward your dress, all white and flowing to your knees. The dress itself was thinly strapped, with a V cut deep enough to expose the gold cross on your chest. To cover your arms, you wore a light pink cardigan, soft and elegant to match with the holiday.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Fabian.”

“Of course. Tell me, somethin’, though.”

Fabian leaned his elbow against a dining chair, scanning you up and down again.

“How’s a girl as beautiful as yourself end up in the middle of nowhere with someone like my brother?”

You cocked your head to the side, laughing gently at his comment.

“Where should I be instead? With someone like you?”

“If you ask me,” said Fabian, taking a few steps closer toward you, “I think we’d get along just fine—”

“Noah, that you down here makin’ all that noise?”

Interrupting Fabian’s approach, you heard the evenly timed thuds of Jackson’s shoes against the stairs and on the floor as he stepped toward the kitchen. Fabian straightened his posture as you moved aside, leaving the brothers to look each other in the eye, silently and intensely as they shook hands.

“I thought I remembered telling you I prefer to go by Fabian, Jackson.”

“Y’ mentioned it, sure,” Jackson said, letting go of Fabian’s hand, “But y’know you’ll always be my little brother Noah t’ me.”

You could see Fabian roll his eyes and nod, and simultaneously felt Jackson’s arm snake around your waist. He squeezed your hips lightly and looked down at you.

“Y’ about ready t’ go, darlin’? I don’t wanna be late.”

Before responding, you glanced up at Fabian, whose eyes were fixated on Jackson’s hand on your waist. He looked up at you, with a cocked eyebrow, to which you abruptly looked away to look at Jackson.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready to go when you are.”

With that, Jackson walked ahead of you toward the front door, and you grabbed your purse from the kitchen table. You looked up at Fabian, who smirked and twirled his keys around his finger. He motioned his hand toward the door and made a shallow bow.

“After you, please.”

Following behind Jackson, you walked out of the front door, hearing Fabian’s steps close behind you. As everyone stepped from the porch and onto the sandy dirt of the yard, you heard Fabian’s voice from behind you.

“You know, I was thinkin’,” he proclaimed, walking up behind you and placing his hand on the small of your back, “Maybe the young lady and I could ride together this mornin’. You know, t’ get to know each other.”

Jackson turned, his keys jingling in his hand as he squeezed them. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he cocked his head to the side.

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

“Maybe. But maybe not. Just let me drive the young lady to church. We’re all goin’ to the same place anyways. And I like to get to know the people I hang around.”

Jackson’s top lip flared up for an instant before he shook his head, turning to walk back toward his truck on the other side of the house.

“Fine. Take ‘er, Noah. Just don’t be late.”

“Yes, because it’s so hard to keep up on a straightaway road. I’m in awe of your driving skills, Jackson.”

Jackson didn’t respond, but even as the physical distance between the brothers grew, the presence of their tension could still be felt. Fabian placed his hand on your shoulder as he walked toward his car, leading you to the passenger side and opening the door to allow you inside. You sat down and buckled your own seat belt, watching as Fabian sat and did the same. His key clicked in the ignition and the engine hummed quietly, much more gently than the loud angry roaring that often came from Jackson’s truck. The car itself was pristine, the outside a glimmering silver, and the interior a deep black leather. Being in close quarters with Fabian now, you could smell him, his fresh clothes and the scent of expensive cologne, which you’d not smelled for the while you’d been in town. With each of his gentle movements, to turn the key, switch gears, move his foot to the gas or the brake, a waft of his scent caressed your nose.

“Your cologne smells nice.”

Fabian glanced over to you and smiled, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting against his car door as he waited for Jackson’s truck to pull ahead.

“Thank you, sweetheart. That’s sweet of you to say.”

As Jackson’s truck pulled off down the road, Fabian followed, a fair distance behind.

“So,” he started, breaking what had been several moments of silence, “Can I ask sort of a personal question?”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“How long have you been religious? You always been that way, or did you find it later in life? Did Jackson introduce you to it?”

You shifted, somewhat uncomfortably in your seat at the question. You thought back to your first night and everything that had happened since; the sermons, the lessons, the sex, the guilt, piled on with more sermons in a vicious cycle. You thought back farther still, to your life before coming into town, before you formulated an answer.

“My family was religious. You could say I grew up in it. Grew up used to it. I was sorta tired of it when I came into town, honestly. I loved letting loose, doing my own thing all the time. But I guess you could say Jackson pulled me back into it. Religion, I mean. I don’t mind it, really.”

“D’you really believe in all of it, though? Or do you do it ‘cause it’s his lifestyle?”

He paused, sensing some of your discomfort, and added,

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not big into religion myself. I grew up in it, same as Jackson. Just realized it wasn’t for me. I won’t judge you, darlin’.”

You thought on the question for a moment before saying anything. You looked down at your nails, picking at them, trying to find the words. Or trying to find the truth. Knowing well what Jackson’s reaction would be if you didn’t choose your words carefully, you questioned Fabian.

“If I’m honest, can you not tell Jackson what I say?”

“Whatever you say stays with me,” he said, glancing away from the road and at you. He smiled, his eyes gazing again at the open road and the dirt and sand that surrounded it. “I don’t want you to lose your job on account of me. I’m just curious.”

You sigh, adjusting your cardigan and playing with one of the corners.

“I believe some of it,” you started, pausing again. You looked ahead on the road, seeing the tail end of Jackson’s truck. You looked back down toward your lap.

“I don’t think having faith is a bad thing. But sometimes it’s too much. I understand having a lifestyle, but sometimes it’s too restricting. I don’t wanna feel like everything I do or say or want is gonna land me in hell for an eternity.”

Fabian nodded, his eyes still fixated on the road ahead. He rubbed his lips and jaw with his free hand before speaking again.

“Does that mean you still have a li’l bit of a wild streak in you?”

You laughed and tugged your dress, which had begun to ride up your thighs, down closer toward your knees.

“I guess you could say that.”

Fabian smirked slightly and leaned back in his seat, his thighs spread apart, with one hand guiding the wheel. You looked him over, starting toward his knees and moving up his leg, to his lap, up to his chest. When your eyes met his, you saw his eyes, meeting directly with your own. You smiled nervously but quickly looked away, back toward the road.

“Does Mrs. ‘I-Love-God-But-Only-For-My-Job’ like what she sees?”

Your lips curled inward and you chuckled lightly.

“You’re handsome. Your brother is, too. I won’t deny that.”

“How handsome? ‘Cause I know I’m more handsome than some church goin’ farm boy.”

“You’re both handsome. But to answer your question, very. Very handsome.”

Licking his lips, Fabian pressed further.

“Mmm. Okay. Can I ask another question? More personal?”

You glossed your eyes over the land for a moment.

“Sure.”

“Have you ever fucked him? Jackson, I mean.”

You cleared your throat to voice your surprise at the question itself. You bit the inside of your cheek and twisted your mouth to consider it for a moment, then answered him.

“If you must know,” you sighed, “Yeah. Yes, we’ve slept together before. But definitely don’t tell him I said that, either.”

Fabian gripped the steering wheel and raised his eyebrows, a tickled laugh filling the car. He rubbed his jaw, still chuckling over his words in his response.

“Oh, wow,” he started, laughing a little under his breath as he adjusted his hand on the steering wheel. “I knew my brother could be a little bit of a rebel, but damn. A full-on hypocrite nowadays, huh? Jesus.”

The car ride continued with curious conversation from Fabian. He asked about your life, both before Jackson and now, your likes, your dislikes, how you enjoyed life on the farm. He danced around the topic of yourself and Jackson, of how you’d met and what you considered the relationship to be; before he could ask too much, however, you saw the town within eye distance, and soon enough, you’d made it to the church.

The parking lot was full with cars; at least as full as a small town like this could get. Jackson’s car pulled into a space close to the front door, while Fabian opted to park in the back. He turned off his car, exiting and walking to your passenger side door to let you out. He offered his arm for you to hold on to as you both walked around towards the front of the church. As you bent the corner, passing two large trash cans, you saw Jackson come into view, slamming his truck door shut and shoving his keys into his pocket. He turned to see you both at the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement.

“So, you two did make it on time,” he said, adjusting his tie. “I’m almost shocked.”

Fabian rolled his eyes, the three of you walking toward the front door, with Fabian leading.

“If anything’s gonna shock you, it’s gonna be some broken part in that bucket of bolts you call a truck.”

Fabian swung the church door open and filed in, turning immediately toward an unoccupied backmost pew to sit. He guided you to sit closest to the wall, while he sat between yourself and Jackson. He crossed his legs, resting his arm behind you on the pew.

Service began, and all throughout, you could smell Fabian’s cologne, and his subtle aftershave. The pastor of the church, Mr. Dover, and his wife, along with several other speakers preached in short bursts, each with their own presentation for Easter. Most spoke about the resurrection, some spoke of self-growth and still others lead youth presentations. At the latter, you could hear Fabian talk under his breath.

“Why do kids need to get involved in this?”

Jackson shot him glances whenever he caught a line of defiance, but soon, Mrs. Dover stepped up to the podium after a particularly rehearsed (“indoctrinated”, Fabian had called it) song about Christ’s resurrection to speak.

“Now,” she said, leaning into the podium’s microphone, “We have a final sermon, to be led by Mr. Jackson Pritchard.”

The crowd erupted with claps, as it often did when Jackson’s name was called for a sermon. Jackson was well respected, and his father well-known; everyone tended to listen to his sermons with reverence. Fabian, however, clapped half-heartedly, almost mockingly, as Jackson left the pew, walking toward the front of the church.

“This should be great,” he jeered. “Absolutely great. I wonder if he’ll talk about pre-marital sex sending people to hell while he’s up there.”

You nudged Fabian with your elbow and heard him laugh at himself, and promptly thereafter heard the echoing of the microphone being adjusted between Jackson’s fingers before he spoke.

“How’s everybody doin’ on this beautiful Sunday mornin’?”

The crowed jubilantly responded back with “goods” and “greats”, along with a defiant “we can chat about it” from Fabian, earning him another nudge from you.

Jackson began his sermon, asking the audience to flip to scripture pages and read along with him, before going on to build his speech. With the sound of Jackson’s voice filling your ears, you felt a hand rising up your leg, past your knee, and towards your thigh. You looked down to see Fabian’s hand gripping your thigh, his fingers beginning to slide between the warm space between them.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, church girl.”

You said nothing and simply smiled, looking up towards the podium at Jackson. With his hand swinging into the air and his face emoting every several seconds, the crowd was completely transfixed on Jackson. He was a gifted speaker, no doubt; which left time and opportunity for Fabian to slide his hand higher up your thigh. His fingers teased the hem of your panty line, and he leaned over, his mouth brushing against your ear with each movement of his lips.

“Take off the cardigan.”

You obliged, slipping your pink cardigan off of your arms. As it slipped off of your body, Fabian adjusted it in front of you, laying it in your lap to cover the movement of his hand under your dress. He shifted in his seat to get closer to you, but kept his legs crossed to block the view of unwanted eyes.

His fingers began to push and pull at the fabric of your panties before creeping into them from above. His and your eyes maintained fixed on Jackson, who still preached, increasingly involved now, at the podium. His fingers teased below your waistline before he slid his fingers between your lips. His middle finger lapped up your wetness, and moved back up toward your clit, rubbing it in wet circles. Tension grew in your throat from the pressure of suppressed moans. With one hand, you gripped Fabian’s arm, stroking it with your thumb to keep your hands occupied, distracting yourself from the urge to make noise.

Fabian’s hands worked rhythmically, stretching down between your lips to feel your wetness before they reliably slid back upwards, rubbing one side of your clit, then the other, then rubbing in circles before a dip back down between your lips.

Intensity began to build in your stomach, which Fabian felt with your grip on his arm beginning to tighten. You glanced around the room for assurance that no one was looking, and were relieved at the sight of the church still steadily focused on Jackson’s impassioned sermon. Fabian looked up toward the podium with a self-satisfied smile.

“Fucking clueless,” you could hear him say under his breath. “Absolutely fucking clueless.”

The intensity in your stomach only grew as your stomach twisted itself into knots; a combination of nervousness and the imminence of an oncoming orgasm. Jackson’s speech grew louder, and your grip on Fabian tighter the closer you crept towards release.

“Were it not for the sacrifice of our Christ Jesus,” you could hear Jackson say, “Our sins would never be forgiven. We’d all be wallowing in our sins, in our own transgressions. Drowning in them. Can I get an ‘Amen’?”

The crowed echoed back his “Amen”, and Fabian laughed momentarily as his pace around your clit quickened.

“Sins. Fuckin’ tell me about it.”

He dipped his finger once more between your lips, the slick fluid coating your clit as he rubbed quickly and steadily against your clit. Your face felt flush and warm, the tightness in your throat began to hurt. Fabian could feel your nails begin to dig into the skin of his arms, but he continued, eyes still defiantly fixed on Jackson, proudly staring through him as he made Jackson’s-little-servant-girl cum.

Your thighs squeezed around his hand and your teeth clenched together, your body seconds away from orgasm. You closed your eyes and felt a rush of warm blood course through your body, the urge to cum replaced by an intense throbbing between your thighs. Fabian continued to rub his fingers against your soaking wet lips, but slowed his pace to draw out your pleasure.

“Open your eyes,” he said, leaning in your direction. “Don’t look obvious.”

You open your eyes and cleared your throat to release some of the stress that holding in your moans had brought. Your orgasm now subsiding, and Fabian’s fingers ever-slowing, you let go of his arm as his fingers lap between your lips once more, coating them in thick, sticky wetness before he pulled his hand from below your dress.

Fabian licked his fingers, your taste coating the middle of his tongue. He did so slowly, savoring the warm liquid, before he pulled a small package of sanitary wipes from his pocket. He licked his lips, fully satisfied with your taste, and used a wipe to clean his hands before placing the package back into his pocket. From the same pocket, he pulled out a tin of Altoids, which he opened and offered to you. You pulled your dress down and regained your composure, taking one before he took one himself, and put the tin back into his pocket.

Service continued without a hitch, with Jackson finishing his sermon, loud and powerful, to be met with adjulation and tongue-speaking and “Amens” from the crowd. As service wrapped up and people began to file out of the doors, Fabian unwrapped the sanitary wipe he’d crumpled in his hand. On the wall behind both of you, a gold cross hung, seemingly unmoved or untouched for years. Fabian took the wipe, damp with the scent of both yourself and him, and wiped down the crust of a few inconsequential flecks of dust. Some passersby nodded in his direction, ignorant to Fabian’s actual intentions, and only seeing a kind member of the church cleaning off precious memorabilia. Jackson stepped down from the podium, talking to several people eager to thank him for the service. Fabian, proud as ever, continued to wipe down the cross with the soiled wipe until Jackson was able to walk away from the center stage, and to the back of the church, where you both stood.

“I never took you as th’ type t’ wipe down a cross,” Jackson said, his head tilted to peer over at Fabian’s handiwork, “’specially not outta th’ kindness of your heart.”

“Well,” Fabian said, crumpling the wipe again in his hand, “I guess your preaching skills got me in the mood this mornin’. Could you take this and throw it out for me? I would, but I ain’t been here in a while. I don’t know where the trash cans are.”

Jackson opened his palm, wherein Fabian dropped the wipe. Jackson walked away, out of the door and out of earshot before Fabian snorted and laughed, covering his face with his hand. Everyone had exited the church but the Dovers, who had gone into the back of the church to begin cleaning and sorting things away.

“Holy fucking shit,” he struggled out, still laughing, “This is the best fucking day of my life. I swear to God, out of all my days on Earth, this is the best one.”

“A day for me to get caught if if you don’t stop fucking around,” you whispered harshly. Fabian shook his head and rubbed your back reassuringly.

“He won’t realize a damn thing, darlin’,” he said. “This’ll stay between you and I. Trust me.”

Fabian nudged his hand forward towards the front door, which you both exited before he closed the door behind both of you. At the side of the church you could see Jackson, lifting the lid to a trash can and dropping the wipe inside. When he looked up to see yourself and Fabian, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm.

“Seein’ as you got to drive the young lady to church, I’d appreciate it if I drove her back home.”

Fabian, with widened eyes, pointed toward Jackson’s truck.

“In that?” he jeered. “You wonder why you and I were so different with girls back in the day. You wanna drive a girl in that death trap. And your skin is always dry, cracking, and covered in dirt.”

“She’s been in it plenty of times. ‘Cause she works with me. You’d’a figured that out if your skull wasn’t so thick.”

“I’m sorry, big strong Mr. Jackson Pritchard the preaching farmer, but what happened to that message of love and forgiveness you were talkin’ about in that sermon?”

Jackson closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, sighing out of his nose before opening his eyes again.

“I apologize, Noah—”

“Fabian.”

Jackson cleared his throat.

“I apologize. Now if we could please—”

Fabian held up his hand.

“I’m sorry, Jackson, but I don’t think I heard you say my name. Do it at least once today. I know you can find it in your good Christian heart.”

“Fabian—”

A grin spread across Fabian’s face.

“I will drive her back home, and we c’n all have lunch and dinner at my house. I’d enjoy your company.”

Fabian nodded and pulled his keys out of his pocket, swinging them by the key ring around his finger.

“Alright. Sounds good to me. I’m ready to get outta here before God-fearing children start huntin’ for eggs while recitin’ scriptures, anyway. I’ll meet y’all there.”

With that, Fabian turned toward the back of the church to walk to his car, while yourself and Jackson stepped to his truck at the front. Stepping inside and slamming the door shut, you felt the truck bounce gently on its wheels, giving into the weight of Jackson taking his seat. Jackson backed out of his spot and pulled off onto the road, with Fabian following behind soon thereafter.

The two of you sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Jackson’s hand gripping the steering wheel, his silver ring wrapped around his right ring finger, rays of sunlight dancing over the top.

“So,” he started, shifting in his seat, “Did’ya like it? My sermon, I mean.”

You thought back over the sermon you’d heard, but only remembered in patches. Resurrection, something, forgiveness, someone, something else, sins wiped clean, so on and so forth. The incident with Fabian had left your memory of the sermon in a blur.

“It was good,” you responded, adjusting your cardigan in your lap, “Very beautiful. Really moving.”

“Thank you, darlin. I appreciate that. I really do.”

Another few moments of pause fell between the two of you.

“Did y’ get hot in the church? With all th’ people in there? I noticed y’ took of y’r li’l sweater.”

You gripped on to your cardigan, adjusting it in your lap much as you had in church earlier. You remembered the sensation of Fabian’s hand between your legs, and the sensation of your nails digging into his forearm.

“I did, actually. Especially when you started speaking. I feel like everybody’s temperature rose.”

Jackson laughed and leaned back in his seat, switching his hand grip on the wheel. His left hand now steered, while his right hand rested on his thigh.

“Then I guess I did somethin’ right, didn’t I? I’ll take it as a win.”

Another pause.

“If you don’t mind my askin’, what d’ya think of Noah, anyways? ‘R Fabian, ‘r whatever he prefers t’ go by nowadays.”

“I think he’s sweet,” you said, pulling your dress down toward your knees. You could still feel an uncomfortable wetness in your panties from earlier, and crossed your legs to avoid the sensation. “Very much a gentleman. Aside from the looks, you aren’t very much alike.”

“Nah, an’ we never were. Not really. He c’n be a little too rich f’r my blood nowadays. We bumped heads a lot. Still do. Y’ could probably tell.”

Thinking back to your car conversation with Fabian, you decided to press further.

“He said you had a little bit of a rebellious streak. Way back when.”

Jackson rubbed his jaw and scratched his beard, again adjusting his posture in his seat.

“Yeah. I guess y’ could say that. I did some things I ain’t proud of. Probably some things I don’t remember no more. But our paths diverged a long time ago. If I was a li’l rebellious, he was a lot rebellious. Our daddy got onto both of us f’r it, an’ Noah wound up leavin’ home after a while t’ get away from it all. I stayed, though. S’ now I got the farm an’ th’ house, an’ the preachin’ thing. An’ he got… well, he ain’t preachin’, that’s f’r sure. An’ he got whatever it is boys from the city with nice cars an’ nice clothes tend t’ get.”

After a while longer of conversation, yourself, Jackson, and Fabian had all arrived back home. Jackson pulled in around the back of the house, while Fabian pulled in at the front. Stepping into the house, you were all greeted by Earl, whose paws thudded against the kitchen floor with his jumping.

“How old is Earl now? Younger than you? Even in dog years?”

Jackson knelt down to stroke Earl’s head and adjust his collar.

“I dunno. ‘Bout as old as you act? Seven or so.”

With yourself and the brothers beginning to wind down now, you prepared for the rest of the day. Jackson had asked you to cook both lunch and dinner for everyone, and you did, with help from both brothers. Lunch was modest, with fish, rice, and vegetables (Fabian didn’t share Jackson’s love for red meats), while dinner was more substantial. Ham, mashed potatoes, corn, rolls, mac and cheese, and a cherry pie; the table was full with an array of Easter dinner foods. Fabian took pleasure in helping you, stirring pots for you, kneading dough with you, all the while sneaking light touches against your arm and back under Jackson’s nose. When dinner was ready, and all the plates made, the three of you sat at the table. Just as soon as you all sat, Fabian picked up his fork in his hand, aiming it directly toward a piece of ham. You held is hand back, to which he cocked his eyebrow up at you.

“Grace first.”

Jackson smiled, holding out his hands to hold both yours and Fabian’s in prayer.

“Very good catch, darlin’. She’s right. I always say grace in my house.”

Fabian put his fork down and sighed, putting one hand in Jackson’s palm, and gripping your hand with the other.

“Right. I forgot you think that the food we just cooked with our own two hands will be poisoned and inedible if we don’t say words first.”

“Watch your mouth, please, Noah.”

Under his breath, you heard Fabian remark, “It’s Fabian, but alright, Jason Pritchard,” to which you pursed your lips to bar laughter.

With you gripping both Jackson’s and Fabian’s hands, you all bowed your heads, as Jackson led the prayer. Throughout the prayer, you could hear Fabian commenting just loud enough for you to hear as you sat beside him, but not quite loud enough for Jackson to notice, or care.

“Heavenly father, an’ Lord, His son—”

“Right. Forgot there were two of ‘em.”

“We thank you—”

“Jeremiah Pritchard thanks you.”

“F’r this meal you have blessed us with t’night.”

“Did we not just slave over the fucking stove?”

“T’night, we recognize the Resurrection of you, our Lord Jesus Christ—”

“How many names does one man need?”

“An’ the sacrifice you made t’ cleanse us of our sins.”

“Like that wipe from earlier?”

You squeezed his hand to nudge him to stop, but he continued.

“May your word heal even those who have strayed from the path, O’ Merciful Lord—”

“Me. That one was about me.”

“An’ may we continue t’ reap your blessin’s for life eternal.”

“Seems like a long time t’ listen to a ghost.”

“Amen.”

Yourself and Fabian repeated back Jackson’s “Amen” and began to eat. Both Fabian and Jackson complimented the meal, and dinner continued without conflict. After the meal, with nightfall having approached and arrived, you turned your attention toward the sink. With a sink piled with dirty dishes and everyone full and satisfied, Jackson pulled off his tie and rolled up his shirt sleeves, walking toward the kitchen sink.

“Little lady an’ I c’n work on the dishes here. Y’ c’n use the shower if y’ like, or head on home. Not sure what you planned on doin’ t’night.”

Fabian stepped ahead of Jackson and next to you at the sink, beginning to rummage around for dish soap.

“Oh, no, Jackson,” he said, wetting a sponge with soap and warm water, “Please. Allow me. I’m your guest. I c’n do your dishes.”

“You ain’t gotta do that, Fabian.”

“As much as I appreciate you using my name for once, please. I insist.”

Jackson sighed and untuck his dress shirt, beginning to unbutton it from the top.

“Alright. Go ahead. I’ll be in the shower if y’all need me.”

“To help wash dishes?”

“Y’know what I mean.”

Jacked turned and ascended the stairs, and Fabian watched as he reached the top, entered the bathroom, and closed the door, out of view.

With the reassuring “click” of the bathroom door locking, Fabian stepped behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist, then your hips, then your thighs. You felt his light kisses on your back, neck, and shoulders as you washed dishes. You stopped to enjoy the sensation, feeling Fabian’s hand slide around in front to lift your dress, his hand sliding down into your panties to feel between your legs. His fingers were met with a familiar slick wetness from earlier.

“Damn, still wet? My brother must not be givin’ you anything worthwhile if you’re gettin’ like this for me.”

With one hand in your panties, his other moved up toward your chest, squeezing your tits in his hand as his tongue slid up the side of your neck. He kissed up your jawline, and pecked your cheek before moving his mouth over yours for a kiss. His tongue wrapped around yours as his fingers steadily rubbed between your legs. After a few moments, Fabian released the kiss and pulled your hips back toward him. You could feel him hard against your ass and thighs as he pressed his hips forward.

“How d’you feel about quickies?”

“I enjoy them.”

“How long do his showers usually take?”

“Around twenty minutes.”

“Alright. Consider this round two, then. Go ahead and do the dishes. Don’t mind me.”

Fabian looked over at the kitchen clock to note the time, then grabbed either side of your hips and knelt down. You almost immediately feel his arm breath against your thighs, and soon thereafter his warm, wet tongue between your lips. His thumb continued to trace wet circles around your clit as his licked you out, his tongue wandering now and again up to your taint, and your ass, before swirling back down to your lips and clit. You heard a couple of swallows as he took in the taste of you, and he squeezed your thighs each time, satisfied, but still hungry for more. After a few minutes, he slowed his pace and kissed your pussy lips, then the back of your thighs, and stood.

The metal of his belt buckle clicked and jangled as he unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down just below his underwear. You felt the head of his cock begin to stroke up and down the lips of your pussy, getting wet before Fabian pressed his hips forward, sliding himself into you. You moaned and gripped the kitchen counter with one hand and squeezed your sponge in the other. Fabian kissed your shoulder blades and caressed your hips.

“Sshhh. Don’t want Mr. Old McDonald finding out you’re getting something worthwhile on his farm, do you?”

As you leaned over the sink, continuing to scrub dishes, Fabian slowly bucked his hips forward and back, sliding in and out of you while he reached a hand between your thighs to play with your clit. Gradually, he picked up pace, looking up at the bathroom door every few minutes, his hear attuned to the sound of shower water pounding against the tub upstairs. A moan escaped his mouth as he felt your tight, wet walls squeezing around him the faster her went. You looked ahead at the wall behind the kitchen sink, and read the plaque that read:

“Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you; even as the green herb have I given you all things. Genesis: 9:3.”

Fabian followed your gaze and read the plaque, laughing behind you as he slid his hand up your back.

“I’d say I’m givin’ you a lotta things right about now. The meat thing is a li’l on the nose though, don’t y’ think?”

His pace was fast now, with the close of Jackson’s shower nearing closer now, ten minutes away. The faster he went, and the more you felt his wet fingers circling around your clit, the more you feel an acutely sensitive feeling inside of you with each stroke of his length. After a minute of his fast paced thrusting, you feel a hot gush of fluid between your legs as you squirt, with the liquid dripping down your legs and spraying onto the floor, and onto Fabian.

Fabian pulled out to allow the rest of the liquid to gush out of you, patting his cock against your lips, letting his cock drip soaking wet.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he said, with a momentary laugh between his words, “How bad did you need that?”

Giving you a moment to catch your breath, and pressing his lips against the dip in your back, Fabian slid his cock back inside of you, and replaced his fingers between your thighs to rub your clit. He used the wetness as lube, slicking it against your clit as he favored each side, edging you toward climax. He’d lifted his button up shirt, and you could feel the warmth of his stomach and the stiffness of his abs against your back as he continued to thrust. A familiar swell of pleasure began to build between your legs, as it had in the church, your body hot and seconds away from release.

In your hands you squeezed a plate so hard you thought it might break, and between your legs was an intense throbbing between Fabian’s fingers as you came, his cock still steadily sliding in and out of you. You heard him moan in satisfaction and slow his pace, enjoying the new wetness between your legs, feeling your pleasure and aching for his touch.

“Does Jackson do that for you?”

Breathless, you simply shook your head.

“Figured he didn’t.”

He continued to fuck you from behind, both of his hands squeezing your hips as he picked up his pace. Five minutes left.

With each minute passing, Fabian’s moans grew louder. He began to stifle them, trapping the moans in his throat and grunting, and exhaling sharply through his nose. Continuing to thrust, you felt his grip tighten and his breathing become more labored as he came closer to climax.

Two minutes out from the time Jackson would typically finish his shower, you felt Fabian pull out.

“Get on your knees. On your knees for me, sweetheart.”

You listened, getting on your knees and holding your mouth open expectantly. Fabian tilted your head back with his hand and stroked himself with the other, his own head thrown back, eyes closed. With a final moan, his warm, thick cum shot out from his cock and onto your tongue and lips, in several long, powerful spurts. You held your mouth open for him for several seconds before swallowing, then licking and sucking the head and shaft of his cock, tasting yourself, licking your own juices off of him, and sucking out every last drop. You lifted his shaft to kiss and lick his balls, met with groaning laughter from Fabian. You stood and wiped your mouth, while Fabian zipped and buckled his pants, then reaching into his pants pocket for the tin of Altoids. He offered another to you, which you took gladly as you finished up the dishes.

Fabian stood at your side, helping dry the dishes that you’d cleaned, as you both heard the bathroom door click and swing open. From the door exited Jackson, none the wiser, who turned toward his bedroom to get dressed for the night. Several minutes passed before he descended the stairs, black tank top and black pajama pants, to inspect the kitchen. He looked over the progress on the dishes, then at the floor, where his eye was drawn to a puddle beneath your feet.

“Fabian can’t even wash a dish without makin’ a mess, huh?”

Fabian looked down between your legs, raising his eyebrows and nodding.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. I did do that.”

Jackson laughed to himself, and you nudged Fabian, who was proud as ever. With dishes nearly done, you watched as Jackson walked over to his liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and another of red wine, and setting them both on the table. Fabian looked behind himself to see the bottles, and Jackson, who was unscrewing the cap on the whiskey.

“This is what we’re doing on Easter Sundays now?”

“I feel like windin’ down for the night. So I’m gonna wind down. The wine’s f’r you, if you want some.”

With the dishes now done, Fabian looked over the table and sighed.

“Where do you keep your wine glasses in this mess of a house?”

Jackson pointed Fabian toward the kitchen cabinet wherein he kept his wine glasses, and the two sat at the table to drink casually over casual conversation. Fabian stayed mostly on his phone, while Jackson drank and fiddled with his harmonica, playing several seconds worth of song a couple times. Fabian had drunk two and a half glasses of wine, while Jackson had thrown back more than a few glasses of whiskey over ice. Cutting through what had been a small while of silence, Jackson spoke.

“So,” he said, throwing back the rest of what was in his glass, “You headin’ home t’night? Or do I need to make a bed?”

Fabian glared at him, tapping on the base of the wine glass.

“You know, despite our family history, I’m not dumb enough to drive home after almost three glasses of wine.”

“It was just a question.”

“A dumb question. Yes, Joshua, I’d like to stay the night and not kill two people, four horses, and fifteen chickens on the road.”

Fabian stood, pushing his chair out from underneath him and walking towards the staircase.

“I’m gonna lay down,” he called back. “In the room that must not be named. Hopefully God doesn’t strike me down in here.”

Jackson watched as Fabian went up the stairs, turning right towards the bedroom that had remained empty since you arrived. He listened for the click of the door shutting, much as Fabian had when the roles were reversed, then looked over at you. His eyes wandered up and down your legs and chest as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. He spread his legs apart and patted his thigh.

“C’mere. Sit.”

You walked over to Jackson, acquiescing to his whim and sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arm around your waist as he drank again, his breath thick with the scent of whiskey. He spread your thighs apart, making sure your panties, still wet from the activities of earlier today, sat directly on his thigh. He waited, patiently, for the sensation of a wet spot against his skin. His free hand grabbed his glass of whiskey, downing the remainder of it, then grabbing and stroking his crotch as you sat obediently on his lap.

Abruptly, Jackson stood and picked you up in his arms, your legs now wrapped around his waist. He stepped up the stairs in silence, turning to his bedroom door, closing and locking it behind him. He laid you back first on the bed and crawled on top of you, his whiskey stained lips and breath leaving trails on your neck and chest where he left kisses and bites. He pinned your arms above your head, lifting your dress up towards your stomach.

He paused, then, suddenly, standing upright and staring down at you as he lifted his tank top up and over his head, then pulled his pants down to the floor, and his underwear along with them. You could see plainly that he was hard as he took a couple of steps back, giving you room to slide off of the bed and get on your knees.

You cupped his balls with one hand, and lifted him into your mouth with your tongue. As his cock slid towards the back of your throat. You looked up to see his head thrown backward, his throat bobbing as he moaned and grunted at the motion of your tongue. Between sucks, you took him out of our mouth to kiss and lick his shaft, delicately swirl your tongue around his head, and suck his balls. He moaned at each transition, and moaned louder each time the head of his cock sit the back of your throat as you took him back in.

Your drool and spit bubbles ran down the shaft of his cock, some dripping farther still down to his balls, and some others dripping down to the floor. Several minutes passed you by without notice, and Jackson held your chin to keep your head at bay, moaning at a final lap of your tongue against the underside of his head.

He crawled into bed and laid on his back, motioning his fingers for you to come over. As you crawled on your hands and knees into bed, Jackson snuck his hand up your dress to grab the hem of your panties and pull them downward, down your thighs, calves, and finally off of your feet and onto the floor.

Jackson lifted your dress and held it in a fist in his hand to keep it out of the way as you straddled him, positioning him against your lips and beginning to sit down slowly. As more and more of him inched its way inside of you, Jackson let out a long, drawn out, grunt-like moan, letting himself enjoy the sensation of how tight and wet you were.

“You c’n make noise this time if y’ like”, Jackson breathed out through a moan. “I don’t mind.”

You rested your hands on Jackson’s chest, which was bobbing up and down from his heavy breathing, and began to ride him. You moaned, and Jackson stared up at you, mouth ajar, breathlessly moaning every few strokes. Jackson put his hand behind your neck and pulled your head down toward him. Your noses touched, then your lips, and thereafter you felt Jackson’s tongue inside of your mouth as he kissed you, your hips continuing to buck and grind, back and forth, side to side as you rode him. He moaned into your mouth, still kissing you, his mouth thick with the taste of whiskey, his body light with the scent of soap and cologne.

He released the kiss, allowing you to sit up and continue riding. As you sat up, your cross necklace dropped and dangled from your chest, hanging directly over Jackson’s face. He stared at it, then up at you, your hands still gripping his sides, his cock sliding in and out of you to the rhythm you’d set. He looked around at his bedroom walls, at the plaques and crosses, and then again at the cross necklace, and abruptly sat up, pulling out and pushing you off to the side as he sat up against his headboard.

“I’m sorry,” he said, putting his head in his hands. “I really am. I shouldn’t’ve done this.”

You adjusted your dress as you sat on the bed next to him.

“You sure?”

Jackson sat on the bed, bare and naked, illuminated only by the faint moonlight outside. He glanced at you, but looked away quickly in guilt as he cleared his throat.

“Yeah. Yeah, you can go’n ahead an’ go to bed if y’ want. I won’t bother you any more t’night.”

Picking up your panties from the floor, you unlocked Jackson’s bedroom door and left, closing it behind you. You heard it lock as you stepped into the hallway and turned towards the stairs. Before you could get to the first step, however, the bedroom door on the opposite side of the hall opened, from which you could see Fabian’s head. He stuck out his hand, motioning for you to come in, and after looking back at Jackson’s bedroom door, you did.

“Did you just fuck him?”

“Are you kidding me? This is what you called me in for?”

Fabian looked at the panties you had gripped in your hand and cocked his head to the side.

“You fucked him.”

You sighed defeatedly.

“Yes. I mean, sort of. We didn’t finish.”

“He can’t get it up?”

“No, smartass. He got guilty and stopped.”

A snort of laughter left Fabian’s nose before he covered his mouth to prevent any more sounds from escaping. He laughed silently to himself, almost doubled over in laughter, and took what felt like hours to regain his composure.

“Okay. Okay, wow. God must’a took over. Hallelujah. No pussy on Easter Sunday.”

You shook your head, and Fabian continued.

“Well. Alright. That means you still need to get off, right?”

You smirked up at him, but said nothing.

“I can finish you off, if you want. I’d be happy to, actually.”

Fabian’s hands lifted your dress, and pulled it up over your head. He dropped it to the floor, then wrapped his hand behind your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You began unbuttoning his shirt, starting from the bottom and working your way up the top, slipping it off of his shoulders once it was completely undone. You grazed your fingers against his stomach, your fingers rolling against the hills of his abs as he moved his kisses down to your neck. You unbuckled his pants, but before you could unzip them, Fabian lifted you by the waist, allowing you to wrap your legs around him as he carried you to the bed.

Laying you down, he unclasped and removed your bra, throwing it aside, and allowing his hands to explore your now naked body. He cupped one breast with his hand, and put his mouth on the other, swirling his tongue, slowly and gently, around your nipple. He moved his mouth down, leaving a trail of spit as he moved down to kiss your stomach, and down still to your waistline. He knelt on the floor and spread your legs apart, rubbing between your lips with his thumb.

“How does the farmer usually do this for you? Fast? Slow?”

“He doesn’t do it, usually. Not often.”

Fabian’s eyes rolled as he positioned his mouth closer to your lips and clit.

“’Course not. Fuckin’ idiot. Or a coward. Or both.”

Before he put his mouth on you, he spoke up one more time.

“Don’t worry, then. I know how to treat a lady as beautiful as yourself.”

With those final words, you felt Fabian’s tongue snake up slowly from your whole, up between your lips, and then to your clit, where his tongue lapped up and down against the front of your clit, before gradually moving to one side, and then the other. As he licked and sucked, you felt a finger slide inside of you, moving and twisting as slowly and carefully as Fabian’s tongue. He looked up at you, his eyes greenish-brown, and his long, dark hair falling in strands on his forehead. He continued, painfully slowly, and you gripped a fistful of his hair between your fingers. With the sensation of you tugging at his hair, Fabian slipped a second finger inside of you, his tongue moving in circles and teasing semicircles around your clit. You moaned, to which Fabian moaned in response, the vibration of his moan hitting your clit directly.

You swayed your hips and arched your back as he continued, his pace only picking up momentarily. You came close to orgasm a couple of times, and each time, Fabian would pause to lick between your lips, your wetness coating his tongue. He’d wait for your body’s excitement to decline before he worked his way back up to your clit, his pace slowed to draw out the time it took for you to come close to orgasm again.

The third time, Fabian watched as your back arched and your hips bucked into him, bringing your pussy closer and deeper into his mouth. He quickened the pace of his finger fucking, but slowed the movement of his tongue, making your moan sound almost like a cry as he teased you closer and closer to climax. You squeezed his head with your thighs as you came, your back arched, his tongue still swirling around and sucking on your clit as it throbbed in his mouth. He continued to lick through your orgasm, and kept going until you tugged at his hair to bring his head up, your body nearly jumping out of its skin, your clit sensitive to even the slightest wisp of warm breath from his mouth. Fabian licked his lips, then kissed between your legs, resting his head on your thigh.

“I was gonna go some more. D’you need me to stop?”

You let go of his hair and nodded.

“Okay. D’you still wanna fuck, or are you settled for the night?”

Your head was still laid back on the bed, but you nodded, and spoke breathlessly.

“Please fuck me.”

Fabian smirked, picking you up off of the bed and carrying you toward the mural of Christ that hung on the wall. He laid you down on the floor beneath it, on your side, beneath the collage of crosses. After removing his pants and underwear, both of you now bare, he laid down behind you and lifted one of your legs, positioning himself between your lips.

“I dunno about you,” he said, pressing his hips forward, “But I always wondered what it’d be like t’ give God himself a show.”

His stomach warm and solid against your back, you felt Fabian’s cock move past your lips and inside of you. One of his hands was beneath you, clutching your breast, while the other kept your weak, shaky leg hoisted in the air. He pulled you closer, resting his head in the crook of your neck and moaning next to your ear. With every few thrusts, he let a puff of air out of his mouth, hot and damp against your skin, stained with the scent of red wine. His pace was slow and gentle, allowing you to recover from your climax minutes prior.

He got pleasure from the disrespect, the defiance of fucking you beneath a painting of Christ himself, but yearned for more. He continued for several minutes on his side, but gradually slowed his pace until he stopped, pulling out and getting up on his knees. He gripped your hips and guided you semi-upright, on your hands and knees. You were both facing forward now, looking directly at the bedroom’s makeshift altar, staring directly into the eyes of a picture of Christ.

“D’you think He likes it so far? Maybe we can ask Jackson. See if God’s favorite puppet knows.”

Fabian again pushed himself inside of you, eliciting a moan from you both. He spanked your ass and thighs, throwing his head back and groaning.

“I swear, Jackson is so fucking ungrateful,” he said, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck. “You are so fucking perfect.”

You groaned as Fabian’s pace quickened, his cock hitting against your G-spot in rapid succession. You bent forward, your face now touching the floor, your ass still pointing up into the air as Fabian continued his strokes. Nails scratching against the hardwood of the floor, you felt a familiar warmth begin to grow inside of you, promptly followed by a gush of fluid from between your legs, coating Fabian’s abs and thighs, along with your own.

“Now there’s a good girl,” he said, laughing to himself. “Jackson really didn’t give you mucha anything for you to be doin’ all this, did he?”

He gently wrapped his fingers around your neck and lifted your head up to see the mural of Christ. His head was circled with a crown of thorns, from which blood dripped down his head. Fabian wiped his fingers against his stomach, and then on the floor, capturing the fluid on his hands, and wiped it on the painting, tracing everywhere the blood was. On the painting, you could see your wetness dripping down, mimicking the streams of blood on the painting itself. Behind you, heard satisfied laughter from Fabian.

“There. Look. Now it’s better than the boring ass original.”

Fabian kept your head gently held upright with his hand, while the other guided your hips back and forth against his length. Several minutes passed before he lifted your head further, forcing you up on your knees, your back now laid flat against his chest. He continued to pump, his fingers delicately encircling your throat, his mouth trailing kisses along your back and shoulder. You heard him swear under his breath again and again, “Fuck,” “Oh my fucking god,” “Jesus fucking Christ,” quietly into your ear between held-back moans. He slowed his pace momentarily to speak.

“Where do you want me to cum, pretty girl?”

His head was in the crook of your neck now, your moans vibrating against his mouth as his lips grazed over your throat.

“Inside,” is all you could manage between moans.

Fabian’s groans and growls grew more intense the closer he came to climax. His grip around your throat tightened, and he nibbled on your ear, tugging with the lobe between his teeth.

You felt his warm breath against your ear as he breathed out a final moan, feeling a sudden warmth between your legs. You felt his throbbing inside of you, and the gentle movement of his hips pressing against you through his orgasm. As the intensity subsided, Fabian stayed inside of you, kissing up your neck and jaw, then kissing your lips before letting go of your neck. He pulled out slowly, his cum beginning to drip out of you and onto the floor. He reached behind himself, for his pants, and reached into one of the pockets to pull out his pack of sanitary wipes. He pulled out several, using them to wipe the floor clean. He set all of them aside to throw away, except for the last one. He looked at it momentarily, after wiping a few remaining spots of cum from the floor, and stuck it on the mural of Christ, in the middle of his forehead.

“Amen,” he said, with a cocky grin, “And happy fuckin’ Easter.”

#bri's writing

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 7 years ago

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October rec n°3: Looking Glass

Looking Glass, chiaroscuroverse & fleur de neuf.

Number of chapters: 5/5.

Language: English.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance.

Rating:

EXPLICIT

Subjet: Doctor Who.

Pairing: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler.

Synopsis: Rose is given an aphrodisiac drug at a club, and only the Doctor can help her. In the process, they discover what’s been right there all along.

Links: Archive of our own || Tumblr (chiaroscuroverse) || Teaspoon.

My opinion

Introduction:

I've known since the first chapter that I would rec this fic. It has been completed this week so this Sunday is all about Nine/Rose again. Most of you know the love chiaroscuroverse and fleurdeneuf have for Nine and for the Nine/Rose ship, so you must also know this fic is a masterpiece.

About the story:

The prompts given to us by the different teams on Tumblr are the opportunity to write some interesting things we maybe wouldn't have thought of on our own. This starts a bit like Hypnagogic Panic, but it's far from being the same. We have Rose and Jack in a club, Rose being friendly and running into troubles with some alien trying to influence her, to make her develop a sexual attraction for him, but it appears to be inefficient. At least, for the insisting Londred.

Everything gets complicated when they get back to the TARDIS. Rose hasn't been affected by whatever Londred did to her because she wasn't interested in him at all. But the little trick is acting... with a little delay. On the real person Rose is interested in. And if she clearly knows about her feelings for her dear Doctor, she also knows that it might not be mutual. So, she chooses the best way out she can find: she runs away from the Doctor and keeps him away from her.

But the situation is unbearable for the poor Rose who can't deal with the intense and painful arousal she is experiencing, the desperate craving of touching the Doctor and make love to him. The tension quickly climbs through the words of the two authors and we feel as desperate as Rose who can't control herself and we can't wait for the Doctor to come and fix the situation. After he pays a friendly visit to Londred. Rose is vulnerable and can't find any relief, the Doctor feels guilty for not being there to protect his precious human.

If Rose is vulnerable, we get to see a complete powerless, naked, exposed Doctor. And it's beautiful. The usually tough guy hiding behind his shell is letting down all his walls and defences and shows himself the way he really is underneath all of it. The two authors totally reach the peak of their talent to magnificently offer us a sight of the Doctor we have never seen. It's outstanding, and we sink into his raw soul with no way back. And good thing: we don't want our sinking to end. But all good things have a end unfortunately.

In conclusion:

If Looking Glass reveals the sexual hunger Rose is experiencing for the Doctor, if the smut fills most of the chapters, this is not the most important in this fiction. Besides the sexual tension and obvious sex scenes, this is the way the characters strip to show what they really feel and how they truly are. They are naked, and not only physically. It's well-written, it's wonderful, and we can only want more. The raw souls of the Doctor and Rose create a beautiful mix we can never get tired of. @chiaroscuroverse & @fleurdeneuf: Thank you for this amazing masterpiece.

Favorite excerpt::

Beware of the spoilers beyond this line.

“Can I tell you a story? You usually like my stories so much you fall asleep before I get to the end.” She smiled and blinked away tears. “Dunno if that’ll work today.” “Don’t sell yourself short. Champion sleeper, you. ‘S a wonder we ever get anywhere.” His light tone was a touch too deliberate, and she could feel the worry underneath. He paused again. “Listen, Rose, I can guess how you must be feeling and I’m so, so very sorry. That I wasn’t there--” “Experienced the wonders of love potions yourself? In your dancing days?” It came out a little more bitter sounding than she meant. “Not that I recall right off, but to tell the truth, there’s quite a few days of my life that have vanished, especially right before the war. Had my memory cleared more’n a few times. By me or someone else.” He gave a short chuckle. “Sometimes have to protect me from my own self--one hazard of being a time traveler.” She reminded herself she should really tell him to go. The brick wall of her resolve crumbled with every word he spoke, and she could hardly concentrate on what he was saying, with the timbre of his voice rolling up and down her spine. The devil on her shoulder spoke again, told her she was being ridiculous. He could never send her home no matter what happened. Just ask him. Say: help me, Doctor. He was probably touch-starved anyway, the way he took her hand at every opportunity, and the way she’d feel him slightly shiver when she brushed against him while he sat on her bed next to her, on top of the covers, telling her about Ice Warriors or some other civilization much farther from home. It could never be the same for him as for her, but she could be something more to him. Maybe he’d--

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“That’s when the last thing I ever expected happened. I had to go save the Earth, again, and I had a nice trap set, and there I found….you, Rose Tyler. Wandered off into an alien invasion, typical.” “Oi,” she objected, but lightly, heartbeat picking up speed. “What I said about my memories always bein’ there for the taking, well, if I want to I can brighten and stay in that moment I took your hand and told you to run, the moment you turned and met my eyes. When I got so shaken I decided to make a small change to ensure I’d get out of that basement, though it meant I’d have to work harder to find the Nestene base. And if it meant I might have to find you again, for the sake of the Earth, of course, guess I would.” “Y-you wanted to find me again?” She was annoyed at her voice going wobbly. “Kept thinking I’d shake it off--shake you off--and be ready to move on again. But a funny thing happened along the way. It started to be fun again.” “Fun?” “Savin’ the world. Suddenly, there’s you--pulling me inside your flat, wrestlin’ an arm with me, and swinging on a chain to save me. An’ it was fun. Could search my memories and figure out when I’d last had a laugh, but I don’t think I want to know the answer.” “Doctor…” “Nevermind about that. My point is that when I was sure my life was over, it unexpectedly began again. You came with me. And what I want more than anything is for you to stay.” “Oh.” A small seed rooted in her mind: what if, what if ? “I wanna stay. With you. But I think I know why you’re telling me this now, when I’ve got nano-whatsits in my bloodstream making me...like this.” “I’m telling you this now because you might be feeling exposed. And you shouldn’t feel alone. Just because of what happened. I want you to see me too.” “You want to help me. Because you care about me and I helped you. I understand.” “Not yet you don’t. Yes, that’s true, but that’s not all.” Tears fell to her knees, and she lifted her head. “You’ve figured it out, haven’t you? Why I didn’t want you here. So there’s no point in hiding anymore. I don’t even want to hide from you. It’s--I don’t wanna do something foolish and never be able to show my face again.” “That’s not going to happen. I understand what you’re dealing with. It’s not your fault and there’s nothing that will make me think different about you.” His gentle voice made her want to burrow into it. “I’m going to ask you again to open the door. Can you meet me halfway and look at me? Please, Rose, see me how I see you.” She nodded to herself. Okay. S’ok. You can handle this. She wiped her eyes with her free hand. “All right. But I want you to stay over there. And you’re gonna have to open it yourself.” “Okay. Here goes.” The door slowly swung inward. He’d never been so beautiful. The Doctor was sat on his coat, one cheek slightly pink like he’d been resting it on the door. His maroon jumper wasn’t the same one he was wearing before, because every detail of his appearance when she stepped through the TARDIS doors was like an afterimage on the back of her eyelids. He pushed the door all the way to the wall and met her eyes as he crawled over the threshold, face as open as she’d ever seen it, but it fell as he noticed her arm.

N/A: I'm trying to rec a DW fic every sunday on my Instagram. I'll most likely post them all here (if they're Nine/Rose fictions), or on Pinstriped suit and Converses (for Ten/Rose or Tentoo/Rose fictions), or Two hearts and a screwdriver (for the other Doctors and pairings).

If there's a story you'd like me to read and review/rec, you can send it to me through my ask box. I mainly read Doctor/Rose fictions, but I won't say no to a Whouffaldi one.

#doctor who #ninth doctor #rose tyler #nine x rose #doctor x rose #Christopher Eccleston #Billie Piper #Sunday rec

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 6 years ago

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Regenerate Nine Day: The Unforgiven

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 13/?.

Pairings: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler.

Synopsis: "There were a lot of legends about that forest, and one of them was saying that it was inhabited by a wolf whose fur was as dark as a night without stars, whose eyes were as blue as the clearest sky. That wolf was the keeper of the forest and was keeping everyone out of it. Its howl to the moon was as beautiful as sorrowful when it resounded in the silence of the night."

A/N: Today is Regenerate Nine Day (9/9) and so I've decided to repost all the one-shots I've written about the Ninth Doctor, whether they are DW verse or not to celebrate this fantastic Doctor. The first shot to be post is a rewriting of Journey's end.

“A hero is somebody who is selfless, who is generous in spirit, who just tries to give back as much as possible and help people. A hero to me is someone who saves people and who really cares.” - Debi Mazar.

THE UNFORGIVEN:

Once upon a time, there was a young woman whose name was Rose Tyler. She was small, but she was strong. She was clever, and she was the nicest person on Earth. She was a volunteer in a lot of charity organisations to help the most penniless people around. She was living in a small village, close to a huge forest, and she was the most beautiful woman on Earth. Her mother was crazy about her, and all the boys wanted her to take them as her boyfriend. Whenever she was asked by a suitor, she just smiled and went on her way. She didn’t feel ready to have a boyfriend, and even if she was flattered with those demands and compliments, she refused to be anything more than just a friend to them. One of them, a guy she had known since forever called Mickey Smith, offered her a wonderful red hood she was wearing all the time when she had to go out. She was given the name of Little Red Riding Hood. One day, her mother did some cooking for the penniless people Rose was taking care of and put it into plastic boxes. Rose was in charge of bringing them to another village while it was still pretty hot, but the shortest way to reach that village was to cross the forest. There were a lot of legends about that forest, and one of them was saying that it was inhabited by a wolf whose fur was as dark as a night without stars, whose eyes were as blue as the clearest sky. That wolf was the keeper of the forest and was keeping everyone out of it. Its howl to the moon was as beautiful as sorrowful when it resounded in the silence of the night. Some people were saying that this wolf used to be a human being centuries ago who had been cursed after he committed the worst crime a human could commit: the murder of another human being. Rose didn’t believe any of those stories so she wasn’t scared at the idea of crossing the forest. She put all the boxes in her backpack, put her red hood on and kissed her mother goodbye after she told her to be careful. Rose simply smiled, promised to be careful in the forest and left the small flat. She quickly walked to the forest and walked through it quietly. She wandered through the woods, following the ground trail. The forest was quiet and beautiful with its flowers and vegetation and huge trees. There was something magical in the air, and the birds were singing a nice song. However, the more she was sinking into the forest, the more silent it became. The birds were stopping their sing and it was darker as if the light of the sun couldn’t get through the thick foliage of the trees. Rose kept walking, maybe a bit quicker than earlier. The atmosphere was becoming oppressive. Rose didn’t notice it at first. She was following the ground trail, softly humming to herself, reading the directions on the signs. She frowned when there was no sign anymore. It meant that she was lost in the middle of that forest. She kept following the trail. There wasn’t any fork or crossroad so it was easy but if she met one, she wouldn’t know what direction she should take. It wasn’t really important at the moment. She heard a crack and turned around. That’s when she noticed that the forest was very silent, abnormally silent, and that she was alone. There was no one around. Her heart started racing, thinking that the legends might be true in the end. Maybe there was a wolf somewhere, and that wolf was maybe looking at her right now. Maybe was he waiting for the good moment to jump out of his hidden spot and eat her up. That silence and the fact that Rose felt like she was observed started making her feel uncomfortable. She walked faster, almost running to get out of that forest quickly, but she tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. She scratched her hands in the fall. She shook her head lightly to get rid of the dizziness of the fall and sat up. She froze when she heard a growl, and when she looked up, she found herself facing the wolf of the legend. It was as beautiful as the legend was saying, but they were quite far from the truth. No word could describe the beauty of this wild creature. Rose was fascinated by its fur that seemed as silky as shiny. Its eyes were indeed the blue of the clearest sky and sparks of gold were shining into them. It was huge for a wolf, almost as big as she was tall, and its slimy chops were very, very close of her face. She could even see its nose moving lightly as it smelled her. Rose reacted pretty quickly. She jumped on her feet and started running the other way. She didn’t dare looking if it was chasing her and just ran as fast as she could. She didn’t look where she was going. She was just focused on the fact that she had to run away as fast as she could before the wolf could lay paws on her. She realised too late that was running on a hill. She lost her balance on the top of it and fell on its other side. She rolled down the hill, getting cut by rocks, scratched by branches, and ended up in a small basin. She was covered in fallen leaves and the fall had left her even more dizzy. Her heart was beating so fast it was being painful, and she was out of breath because of the running and fall. She had to get up and keep running. She had to get out of that forest quickly, but she couldn’t move and her eyelids were so heavy… She fainted knowing that if the wolf found her, it would be her end.

“Miss? Miss, do you hear me?” Rose slowly opened her eyes when she heard someone calling for her, when she felt someone shaking her lightly. It took her a few seconds to remember what had happened. The walk through the woods, the wolf, the fall. She sat up immediately, suddenly aware of where she was, and looked around. No wolf. Just a man. A hunter according to the clothes he was wearing and the gun in his back. She hadn’t been unconscious for too long. It was still the day. Probably just a few minutes. “The wolf…” she mumbled. “I didn’t see any wolf, miss.” She was surprised that the wolf hadn’t followed her when she ran away. Maybe it had sensed that she was just afraid. Maybe he had decided to spare her. It had a look of cleverness when she was facing it, and the legends were saying it had been human before. They were right on the wolf part, it was real; so why couldn’t they be right on the fact it had been a human once? And maybe that was it had spared her. “I saw you running and then, you rolled down that hill. I came to help you.” “Thanks.” “What are you doing here all alone, miss? If you don’t mind me asking.” “I was walking to the village after the forest. I’m a volunteer. I’m bringing free meals to the penniless.” She grabbed her backpack and opened it. She almost sighed in relief when she saw that all the boxes were still hermetically closed. None of them had been opened in her fall. The food was a bit shaken but it was still good. She zipped it back and got up. “I have a car. It’s not far. I’m gonna drive you. It’s wiser.” Rose nodded. She dusted her clothes and followed the hunter. He helped her to climb the hill. It was surprisingly high and it was unbelievable that she hadn’t broken some bones in her fall. She would just have a few bruises in addition to the cuts. “I’m Rose. Rose Tyler.” “Henry. Henry Van Statten. I’m hunting in this forest. There usually isn’t anyone in that part.” “What are you hunting in that forest, Mr Van Statten?” “Rabbits, guinea fowls, game. I sell them on the marketplace of the village you’re going to. Local products.” “You’ve never met a wolf while you were hunting?” “You’re talking a lot about that wolf, miss.” “It was quite impressive.” “The wolf of the legends?” “Itself.” “I’ve been hunting it for years but I never saw him. It’s a chance you’re still alive. Lots of people can’t say the same.” “Maybe.” That adventure was still intriguing her and she wondered why the wolf hadn’t chased her down in the forest. Why had he spared her when people were saying he slaughtered hundreds before? Did she have anything special that made it decide to leave her alive? “Stop.” Rose came out of her thoughts when Henry told her to stop. She noticed that he was tensed and that he had his gun in his hands. Something had drawn his attention and it wasn’t some small game. It was something bigger, something more dangerous. “It looks like today’s the day I’ll meet the wolf.” There was a hint of excitement and of something else in his voice. Rose couldn’t tell what it was, but she felt a shiver running down her spine at the sound of it, and the look Henry gave her didn’t help her to relax. The wolf was still around. Maybe it was looking for her, ignoring what was gonna happen to him if it ever got closer. Henry pushed Rose against a tree and hid behind it with her. “It’s prowling,” murmured Van Statten. “I can hear it. It’s looking for something. We gotta be really careful from now on.” They didn’t move from their hidden spot for a few minutes. Rose had the feeling that the only thing breaking the silence was her breath and the sound of her heartbeats as they were faster because of the fear. She now could hear the wolf too. It was close. She could hear its paws on the ground, its groans. Henry took up a position and looked through the gun sights, looking for the wolf. Rose looked over his shoulder. They stayed still for a moment before the wolf finally came in sight. Henry stroked the trigger, ready to fire soon as he would have a good angle. “What are you doing?” Rose asked, whispering so low she was afraid he hadn’t heard her. “Shooting it. That beast is responsible for multiple slaughters. It can’t be left alive.” Rose knew he was right. She knew that dangerous animals were always killed, but she didn’t agree with it. That wolf had something special she could feel it. Deep down, she knew that she couldn’t let Van Statten kill the wolf. She had to prevent him from firing. “There. Just a little bit farther on the right.” He was focused. His finger was about to press the trigger when he finally got the angle but when he did, Rose managed to divert the gun. Van Statten cursed, but there was a distinct whimper of pain. The wolf had been touched. Bullet injury to the left thigh. “What the hell are you doing?!” “You can’t kill it!” “It’s a beast!” “It didn’t kill me!” The wolf was trying to get up but kept slumping back on the ground with whimpers of pain that were breaking Rose’s heart. She came out of her hiding place and walked quickly to the wolf despite what Van Statten was telling her. She knelt down close to the huge beast and put a trembling hand on his fur. The wolf weakly growled at her but she didn’t step back. It slumped back to the ground and Rose looked at its wound. It was ugly, and really painful because the wolf was still whimpering. Rose gently stroked its fur. “Shh. It was just an accident. We’re gonna help you. I promise.” The wolf only cried because of the pain and Rose felt a strange buzzing in her head. She shook her head lightly to make it disappear. She looked at Van Statten who hadn’t moved from his spot. He was watching her as she was talking to the wolf. He was pretty amazed that it hadn’t tried to attack her, that it was actually so calm. “Come and help! It’s not gonna hurt you!” ‘He’s been hunting me for years. He wants my death.’ The voice came out of nowhere and Rose looked around, unsure of who was talking. It wasn’t Van Statten. That wasn’t his voice. Plus, he was walking towards her, pretty much angry about what she had done to his target, a target she now wanted to save. She looked back at the wolf. Her hand was still on its back. Its fur was really soft. “Is that you?” ‘Maybe it’s time for me to die after all.’ “No. No, of course not. You’re not gonna die.” ‘You hear me?’ The wolf raised its head to look at Rose. Surprise was whirling into its eyes. That was the first time in centuries that someone ever heard him, that someone ever showed him gentleness. That girl was special. She had been scared earlier, and yet, there she was. “Yeah, I do hear you, and it’s okay. You’ll be just fine.” “It should be dead.” “But it won’t die because we will help it.” “Why would I help a beast?” “Because it’s a human in the first place!” “That legend is bullshit.” Van Statten gave a small kick into the bleeding injured leg of the wolf muttering that they should let it die and a loud whimper of pain escaped from the wolf’s mouth. Rose felt the pain as if it was hers, and winced slightly. It was as if the wolf was connected to her mind so she could hear its thoughts and feel its pain. She looked back at Van Statten. “It’s in pain, Henry. I can feel it. It just wants to live its life peacefully.” “How can you know that?” “It’s talking to me.” “It’s talking to you?” “Yes.” Rose looked back at the wolf, lightly stroking its fur to help him to relax while she was arguing with Henry Van Statten. She didn’t notice the spark that suddenly appeared in his eyes, spark that made him change his mind. He picked up the wolf the best he could, ignoring his whimpers of pain and its weak attempts to get away from that dangerous man. “My pick-up isn’t very far anymore now. Come on. There’s a shelter for wild animals. Let’s drive it there. They will help him.” “Thank you.” Now that Rose wasn’t touching it anymore, the connection between her and the wolf was broken. She followed Van Statten to his pick-up and got into it while he was dropping the wolf off on the back of the car. He then drove to the refuge and the wolf was taken in charge there – according to Van Statten words at least. He took Rose to the village she needed to go to and went back to his business. Rose walked to the area where the penniless people were all gathered. Most of the charity organisations were already there. She gave the boxes full of food to the person responsible of the food stand and accepted to stay and help for the food distribution. Her mind was elsewhere though. She kept thinking about the wolf, about that strange connection they had both shared for a few minutes, and how it had been able to communicate with her. She remembered Van Statten’s will of killing it, and wondered if it had been a good idea to leave the wolf alone with such a threat. He had seemed pretty eager to help the wolf after she had told him that it could talk. The thought tormented her all day and she decided to go back to the shelter and make sure the wolf was fine. She needed to be sure of it before going back home. As soon as she was free from her duty, she refused people’s help to go back home, people saying it would be dangerous to cross the woods while it was getting late and dark, and just rushed to the forest to find the shelter again. She realised that it was just a small wooden house that was half falling down. It was really dark and there was no one around. She decided to come in. She called out for someone but no one answered, and there wasn’t any electricity in that house. A trap. That’s all it had been. Henry Van Statten had just made her believe that he was dropping the wolf to a shelter when he was abandoning him in such a dilapidated place. She cursed and used the light of her phone to see something. No one could live in there. It was impossible, but she had the feeling that the wolf was there. She looked around and finally found a hatchway in the ground. She looked around her and listened closely. Nothing and no one around. She lifted up the hatchway. No sound came from the basement and it was very dark. Not even the smallest ray of light. Maybe she could just go down and see if the wolf was there. She couldn’t go back before she knew if it was safe and fine. “Are you in there?” Her voice was barely a whisper but wolves had a really good hearing so it wouldn’t have any difficulties to hear her if it was there. She waited for a possible answer. Maybe it was sleeping, or knocked out? Or maybe it wasn’t there? Maybe it was dead? She refused that option though. She refused to think that the beautiful wolf could be dead. A small whimper came to her ears. Hope immediately filled her mind and she started going down the ladder, using the light of her phone to know where she was going. She closed the hatchway behind her so no one would get suspicions that she was in there. She followed the whimpers – the wolf obviously had recognised her and was calling her – and finally managed to reach a small and very cold room. She shivered when she came in. She found some candles and matches and lighted them up. The room soon was enlightened with a soft orangey glow and Rose could see that she was into some sort of bare cell. Walls and ground were made of brutalism, and it was so cold here. Rose turned around and her heart broke when she saw the wolf laying on the ground, heavily enchained. His leg had been taken care of, it was wrapped into a bloody bandage. The wolf didn’t move when she sat down close to him and placed her hand over its side. She felt the buzzing in her head again, and a feeling of safety and relief filled her mind. They weren’t her feelings, they were the wolf’s ones and she was surprised of its reaction to her. At least, it wasn’t gonna be aggressive. It relaxed to her small strokes and closed its eyes. It was exhausted and in pain, but it felt better now that she was here. It knew that Rose wouldn’t hurt him, that he could get some rest while she was here. “Can you hear me?” ‘Yes.’ “So, the legends were true?” ‘All legends have some truth in it.’ “You were human?” ‘I still am. I’ve just been cursed.’ “When was it?” ‘I can’t remember exactly. There was a war. My only fault was to take up arms and to lead the opposition and protect my family from the enemies. It was us or them. I decided to go against them. I won, but I had to kill a lot of people to keep my family and my entire village safe.’ There was remorse and pain in its words. Rose was listening quietly to his story. His accent and his way of talking were telling her that it hadn’t been a war of this century, and there had been too many wars in the History for her to guess which one it was. ‘When I came home, my family barely recognised me because I was covered with the blood of our enemies, and they said I now had the look of a killer. They’ve rejected me, thrown me out of the house. The inhabitants of the village chased me down with torches and forks. I had to hide in the forest.’ He swallowed. ‘A witch found me, and when I told her my story, she said that I was unforgivable. She turned me into a wolf and told me that people would see me my true nature this way. She added that I would forever feel the thirst of blood, feel the need of slaughtering people, and that no one would ever love the monster I was.’ “But that’s unfair. You just wanted to protect your family. You were the bravest man of the whole lot.” ‘That’s not what they thought back then.’ “The legend said you were the unforgiven. Forever stuck into a wolf’s body for your crime.” ‘I was condemned to a life of solitude, to always remember what I’ve done, to always feel the guilt and pain. I was condemned to be hunted by men just like I’ve hunted them before. And no one ever showed me mercy.’ “They said you slaughtered hundreds of lives… But you’ve spared mine.” ‘I never attacked anyone. Never. Not once since I’m in that body.’ “The real monsters are not always the ones we think.” She could feel that it was weak and tired and yet, it stayed awake and kept talking to her. She didn’t know why it was telling her its story, why she felt so much trust coming from it. ‘I never meant to scare you earlier. I just wanted to make you go away before Van Statten found you. He’s a terrible guy. He locked me down here and took care of my leg. I don’t know what he’s going to do to me.’ “I have to get you out of here quickly, before he comes back.” ‘It’s already too late.’ Its enhanced hearing had heard the motor of the car. Van Statten was back, and he was gonna be there in a matter of minutes. He couldn’t find Rose. She had to hide. The wolf didn’t want her to get into troubles for trying to help him, but she was stubborn and refused to go. Whatever he had in mind, they would face it together. And she couldn’t run away, Van Statten was already in the basement. “I should have known you would come back for that beast.” “I wonder who’s the true beast in the story.” She didn’t move. Neither did the wolf. It was so heavily shackled that he wouldn’t have been able to move anyway. A heavy ring of metal was closed around its neck and its paws were all chained. It had no chance of going out of here. Van Statten had made sure of that. “I gotta thank you though. That beast kept running away from me for years. You came around, and I had the chance to finally capture it.” “What for? Now that you have him, what are you going to do with him?” “Nothing for now. I’m much more interested in your person.” He eyed her up. His gaze stopped a few times over the curves of her breasts and the curves of her bum. She could only imagine what he had in mind right now. The wolf growled and Van Statten just laughed. The beast was powerless against him. A spark of disgusting lust sparkled in his eyes and before anyone could make a move, he grabbed Rose and pinned her to the closest wall. He buried his face in her neck while his hands were firmly holding her against the wall. She struggled, making it difficult for him to do anything. The wolf kept growling at him. It refused to be a witness of such a scene. He wouldn’t let that monster hurt the girl with the red hood. It struggled against his own shackles and tried to forget the pain to get up. It took him several minutes before he could manage to get on its four legs. It was trembling, but it could do it, for the girl that showed him so much gentleness. Since it was bigger than a normal wolf, it could reach Van Statten more easily. It pulled on its chains the best he could and lunged forward. With a lot of efforts, he managed to bite Van Statten’s calf before he could do any harm to Rose. Van Statten screamed loudly and kicked the wolf who slumped back on the floor whimpering because of the pain. A discharge of a Taser gun shook its body and left him unable to move while its body was agitated with small convulsions. “Don’t touch him!” Rose took advantage of the distraction to punch him in the face and to kick his groin. Van Statten collapsed to the ground, knocked out, and Rose knelt back down close to the wolf. It didn’t seem alright. It would die if she left him here. She started looking for the keys of the chains in Van Statten’s pockets. The room was suddenly enlightened by a bright blue light who disappeared as fast as it appeared. Rose turned around to see from where it had come from and frowned. The wolf wasn’t there anymore. The silhouette of a tall and thin man had replaced it. He was hunched up in the ground, tangled in the chains that were still holding him. He was completely naked and Rose blushed at that sight. She turned her head away and kept looking for the key. She heard the man moving, trying to remember how a human body was working, and finally found the keys. She tried not to stare at his naked body but she couldn’t help but notice the goose bumps on his skin and how badly he was trembling. She couldn’t tell if it was just the cold, or the fear of being back to a human being in a century he didn’t know anything about. She got rid of all the chains and helped him to get up. The wound was still there, and it was bleeding but they had no time to take care of this now. They had to run away from here before Van Statten woke up. Rose grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him out of the room. After centuries in the body of a wolf, the man had a lot of difficulties to walk on his two legs, and the fact that one of them was wounded didn’t help, but he didn’t complain and followed Rose the best he could. Climbing the ladder was a real difficulty but he managed to reach the top of it. Only to collapse on the ground because of the pain. His first reaction was to curl up and try to get himself warm, which wasn’t easy now that he didn’t have fur anymore. It felt so weird to be back into a human body and he was having a lot of difficulties to get used to it again. Rose looked at him as he was shaking from the cold and the shock of the sudden change. She ran outside the small house and found what she was looking for: the pick-up. She opened the door and stole a blanket. She brought it back into the house and covered the man’s body with it for him to get warm quicker. She helped him to get up once again and helped him to walk to the car. She had stolen Van Statten’s keys. She made the man sit on the passenger seat and buckled him up. He curled up under the blanket and looked around him. He didn’t know what a car was or how it was working and got scared when she started the car. She put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay. It’s a modern means of transport. It’s quicker than horses, but it’s not dangerous. I swear. I’m driving you to my home. My mom and I are gonna take care of you.” She locked the doors though to be sure he wouldn’t have the idea of jumping outside the car while she was driving. She drove out of the forest, turning on the heat so he wouldn’t be so cold anymore. He remained curled up on the seat looking at all the strange things around him. “You saved me.” His voice was croaked, and the words were hard to pronounce. He hadn’t used his mouth in centuries. It was weird, really weird but he was too busy looking around him to get a proper look on his body. “I did.” “You broke the curse.” “I did nothing, really.” “You saw past my killer nature, and stood up for me. You broke the curse.” “Good thing I was there then.” “But I don’t belong this century. I-I don’t have anyone left. No family, no friends.” “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you alone in this. I’ll help you.” “Thanks.” Now, she just had to find a really good explanation to give her mother when she would be back home. She was late and she was with a totally naked guy that clearly wasn’t from the century. Well, Jackie wasn’t gonna care about the century because he was a naked man and because he was close to her only daughter. “You know the tale of the Little Red Riding Hood?” “My mom was telling it to me when I was younger. A friend of mine gave me the red hood and people started calling me that way.” She smiled at him. “It’s not a bad nickname.” “You are wiser than the original Little Red Riding Hood.” “Because I saved the wolf?” “You saw the real monster, and didn’t let him do any harm. Little Red Riding Hood got her grandmother to be eaten and she was eaten up too in the end.” “That’s not the end my mom was telling me.” “The real fairy tales aren’t for kids.” But he was right though. The original story, the one Charles Perrault had written in January 1697, ended in a tragic way and the moral of the story was that cute little girls always were eaten up by the wolf because they were getting fooled by its words. They didn’t see where the true danger was, but Rose hadn’t been one of those stupid little girls. She had seen the danger and come back to help the true victim of the story before it was too late. And the man who lived in the body of a wolf for centuries would never be able to thank her enough for breaking his curse.

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In the next shot:

That was how she first had ended up into the TARDIS, how she had fought her first alien – the Nestene Consciousness right under the London Eye – and she had been surprised to realise that there was more to life than she could have ever imagined, and that was why she had accepted to follow him when he had asked her if she wanted to see all of time and space, if she wanted to travel with the weird man he was. She hadn’t hesitated in jumping into the adventurous life, and leaving the boring one behind her. The Doctor was a man really interesting – desperately trying to look impressive though – and she wanted to see the marvels of the universe he had been talking about to her with her own eyes. And she had seen more than she could ever tell. Their last adventure had almost ended in a bad way and she could see that the Doctor was still a bit shaken from his encounter with the not-anymore-survivor of the Dalek race.

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