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hey gang, do we all agree that ten's massive ego and god complex (or rather those traits being especially prominent in his regeneration) were a direct result of what happened in Parting of the Ways?
"marlena what the fuck do you mean" okay well think about it; ninth doctor. fresh off the time war. thinks himself unlovable, unworthy of love. just did a double genocide, including against his own people. he's returning to his old ways of lallygagging around helping humans in a more-than-desperate attempt to repress his feelings and try to mimic the person he was before the war. he's so vulnerable.
enter rose tyler. to him? she's the most amazing person in the universe. he loves her, full stop. she makes him feel like maybe he's still capable of love, but does he really trust her love for him? after all, she doesn't really know him, does she?
all that comes to a head when rose tyler becomes the bad wolf. in that moment, she sees everything. everything everything. the doctor's past, and the doctor's future. every horrible thing they did and will do.
and in that moment, with all this truth streaming constantly into her brain, most amazing person in the universe rose tyler looks at him and goes "i want to save you. you are worth saving."
bro no fucking shit ten has a motherfucking god complex, jesus christ i would too!!!
now personally i think nine would have rationalized it and been relatively Normal 'bout all that noise had he survived onwards, but unfortunately he didn't, and so when the doctor's subconscious and the universe were holding hands deciding what their new little guy should be like... well, we're already making him just for her, and she loves him.
rose tyler loves me. she loved me even when she knew me.
i'm just saying, that "Bad Wolf chose to save me" to "the laws of time are mine to command" pipeline is a straight vertical drop only a few feet long.
#there's also an argument to be made about the time vortex being responsible for his death#and how that might have contributed too#yeah sorry the inpenatrable waves of time lived inside your boyfriend and killed him#yeah and it kinda fucked up his regenerarion#so sorry girl your boyfriend's new life is tainted with the pull of ultimate power over one's domain#this won't actually mean much to you since your boyfriend will split in two#and the one you'll get to keep is too busy having a human brain and being warborn#but this will have horrible consequences for him after he turns six#and will emotionally devastate just about every other person he crosses paths with#but hey that's alright; remember that drunk guy who foretold good tidings on new year's?#yeah that was your boyfriend. he went back to see you as he was dying from the results of his god complex.#he came back to be with the reason he did everythingâ the reason he wasâ one last time#okay i'm making myself cry right now i gotta chill#running my mouth#doctor who#nuwho#tenth doctor#10th doctor#ninth doctor#9th doctor#the doctor#rose tyler
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#day six death and dying over here due to kidney stones#pain meds really give u false sense of security briefly but overall difficult to concentrate on anything#cos when they run out they really fuckin run out level 8-10 pain#and the first hour after taking another dose is mostly waiting for the pain relief to kick in again#hour two maybe into three feeling like a normal person again wow i can exist normally#then it starts runnning out again and it goes from like 3 to 9 real quick#really trying to make the full 4 hours between the tylenol and ibuprofen so that the range between doses of the same are well past 6 hours#on top of still having to work 11.5 hour days and getting yelled at by customers and having them wish ill heakth upon you#and i still got 2 full days before my surgery wed morning#having a real fuckin struggle#ursa speaks#i knwk they prescribed me the oxy if i really need it but i really dont want to have to take it#really wish theyd done the scan when i first went jn to the ER the week before instead of being like#well we ruled out a UTI so it's probably a kidney stone ok go home now bye#then week later when i get whammoblammod by crippling pain theyre like ok now that we know its a 10mm stone we should schedule u with a uro#arg arg arg 5000 im just ranting bye#ohhhh youre a bit young for kidney stones says the urologist#ok tell that to my bitch ass kidney
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am I mistaking you for someone else or are you the one who made Giran Kotaro's dad once?
Haha no yeah that was me, that's a fun au born of a typo but committing to the bit was worth it as it ends up meaning Giran raises his grandchildren and leads to the Todobeards plotline
#step one: mistype 'giran' when you meant 'gran'#step two: realize this is a more fun version of 'Nana realizes her husband is a villain and fakes his death and hides their son' than the#version of other aus I've seen using afo#step three: ok so then it's a battle as giran is trying to hunt down the kid because you know whatâ Nana faking his death was fairâ but she#didn't have to get the kid involved as Nana then later Gran and other ocs borrowed from apprenticeverse try to keep him hidden#until at last kotaro (idiot) is an adult and rechanges his name to Shimura leading Giran realizing he needs to hide him now from AfO#step four: ???#step five: Hana and Tenko raised as brokers#step six: Hana falls for Fuyumi but they can't risk openly dating so Tenko is volunteered as Fuyumi's beard#and of course Fuyumi's boyfriend can't stay in her room overnight but the boyfriend's sister can sure why not#the boyfriend can stay with touya or natsuo if he doesn't want a guest bedroom whatever Enji barely even looks at those sons#also as Hana learns more about the todo family drama she gets worried about Fuyumi realizing what she is because she doesn't want to betray#her and doesn't intend to sell any of that info#but then she keeps learning more and can't help but wonder if passing on that info to someone else would be the right thing to do?? but who#Tenko is no help because if Hana asks him what he'd do he just shrugs and says if he needs an alibi for murderingâ sayâ a top ten hero#he'll let her know#and yes Giran IS smoking even more now from the stress of the grandkids shenanigans#'they're the reason i went so grey so early '#anon#pocket talks to people
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I know Penguin's an unreliable narrator but I gotta say,,, the audacity of including Bane in a room full of batvictim villains who joker got together to figure out who Batman was,,,lol,,,lmao even
#rascal reads comics#Bane figured that shit out in like a week it's kind of his Whole Deal lmao#this reboot is wild istg Secret Six Bane wasn't lying DC really did forget Who He Is#also this story about him being interviewed in prison before he went to the cavidad obscuro as a teenager -- sir#sir he was sent there as a CHILD that's the point he was cut off from literally all socialization during the time when it is most important#he didn't see or speak to or hear another human being between the ages of eight and nineteen it's why he's so weird with people#this reboot is removing all the details that made bane who he is alskdj#And he's already huge as a teenager ? he only built himself up like that because of the vision he had of himself when he was comatose#yknow - - the coma he fell into as a child who couldn't defend himself from the man he would wake up and murder as a child#and he wasn't send to the cavidad obscuro because of the murder -- he was sent there because he was a little boy who broke into the cell#of a grown-ass man with wHAT APPEARS TO BE A SCREWDRIVER -- and then MURDERED HIM WITH THE SCREWDRIVER#They found him following a trail of blood -- Bane was drenched in said blood and sitting grinning on his own bed . He was a CHILD.#doing those things AS A CHILD is why the warden called him 'a bane to all things holy' -- that's how he got his name#no one would be shocked that a huge teenager murdering a fellow inmate he wouldn't be sent to the obscuro for that#that was a religious âreflectionâ cell built by the monastery#He was sent there for being a devil child#Bane is a legend there because they put an Eight Year Old Boy with no survival skills into a death cell and he survived it#You remove the weight of it when you make him older -- he was in protective custody with his mother bro he spent ONE NIGHT in population#And it was after everyone else was locked up!! He interacted with two inmates!#Bane got sent to cell hell because he spent a total of maybe an hour total interacting with two inmates before he violently killed one#And then told the warden that he was speaking to the his dead mother in his dreams#Bane is a tragic character but bitch he was a Spooky Scary Demon Child first#Don't you dare erase my horrible hell baby DC that child was TERRIFYING
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https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead
Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Miâkmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.
âIâm sure it terrified people,â said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.
And itâs why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.
Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that âdidnât seem to be right.â Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldnât understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.
âThey were unrecognizable they were so dirty,â Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.
Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and âhairyâ group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.
âLater ⌠these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,â he said. âThey were seen carrying human meat.â
Even Eberâs translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.
By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.
âIâve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit â Iâve heard the sounds they make, but Iâve never seen them with my own eyes,â said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.
The figuresâ skin was cold but it was not âcold as a fish,â concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.
âThey were beings but not Inuit,â he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.
The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.
But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and â despite their obvious starvation â they refused to eat.
The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.
When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.
Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.
Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or âIndiansâ â the group determined that staying too long around these âstrange peopleâ with iron knives could get them all killed.
âThat night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,â Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.
But the true horror of the encounter wouldnât be revealed until several months later.
The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.
The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.
#being so English you die of racism#because youd rather eat each other than a seal#or try to signal to the friendly locals that you need help#many such cases#UNIRONICALLY#the terror#the franklin expedition#dorothy eber#then they infected all these people with European disease of course#the national post is a chud rag so this is an unexpectedly good article for them
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birds of a feather . ŰŤ ęŁŕ§ .
{olympic figure skater!satoru gojo x olympic figure skater f!reader}
summary: you and satoru have known each other since childhood, two little birds navigating through life together as you shared one dream in commonâ to win gold at the olympics, you both a figure skating pair as you moved and performed and fell in love as the years went by, both balancing off a trembling tight rope and holding on to keep each other in place, a silent agreement that if you indulged and fell into the depths of the truth of what you were, youâd run the risk of losing your careers and each other, yours and satoruâs biggest fears. but youâre growing, and itâs getting harder to hold back⌠especially for satoruâ that trembling tight rope on the verge of snapping in two.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, childhood best friends to lovers trope, cursing, DIABOLICAL ANGST BUT WITH HAPPY ENDING I PROMISE!, mentions of death and loss, mentions of injury and blood, FLUUUFFF, satoru loves loves loves you, SMUUUTT, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it yâall), creampie, pussy eating, dom satoru, pussy drunk satoru, DIRTY TALK, pet names, figure skating, the olympics, true love <3
word count: 22.3k (I KNOW PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASEâ)
authors note: YYYOOOUUU GUUUYYSSS THIS ONE IS MY BABBBYYY AND IM CRYING NOW WRITING THIS LMFAOAOAO. i hope you all love it seriously i GLADLY worked day and night writing this and iâd do it all over again just to see yâall happy :) THANK YOU for your support it is UNREAL, and like always, I LOOVEEE YOUUU MWAAHHH <333
you first met satoru when you were six at the skating rink.
he was only a year older than you, both of your mothers coincidentally signing you up for the same youth ice skating lessons for beginners, meeting and chatting it up seeing as you and satoru were the youngest in age out of the rest of the parents there and their children, you both automatically put together by your coach and separated from the older kids to do warm ups.
and even though the age difference was only a year, satoru at first treated you like a little helpless tiny thing who needed assistance in everythingâ the cute pink ribbons in your hair doing you an injustice and further implementing the image of a little girl who had no clue of what was going on around her, thinking you were cutesy and he was determined to be your little knight in shining armor when the time came.
until he saw you skate.
what satoru didnât know, was that you were a prodigyâ related to one of the most famous ice skaters in olympic ice skating history, akira, as her talent was blessedly passed down to you through your fruitful system and the lucky processes of geneticsâ chosen as you barely even had to be taught, you catching everything right away by the coach without any sort of slip and fall⌠unlike satoru who was clumsily struggling to even glide through the ice without wobbling.
and little satoru was astonished by you and your talent, his first impression of you drastically changing by the end of the first lesson as he shakily slid across the ice over to where you were, patiently doing little turns on the ice while you waited for your mother to finish up talking to another lady (it was satoruâs mother).
âhi!â he had greeted you, a huge goofy smile on his face as you slowed down and looked at him, returning a shy smile of your own.
âhi.â
âiâm satoru!â he extended a hand, eyes shooting wide as he suddenly lost his balance and slipped forward, on the brink of face planting on the ice as his hands quickly flailed out and gripped the edge of the rink to save himself.
you giggled, tiny hands reaching and holding his arm steady as he tried to regain his balance.
âare you okay?â your shy voice asked, and he grinned through his wobbling.
âyeah! iâm okay! donât worry!â
but he still couldnât stabilize himself.
âmaybe we should sit on the bench?â you suggested sweetly. âso you donât fallâŚâ
âokay!â
you gripped him as hard as you could (which really wasnât a lot for a six year old) and slowly moved with him on the ice, supporting him until you were both out of the rink and seated on the bleachers.
âwhatâs your name?â he chirped, his hands clutching on the edge of the bench as he leaned forward and looked at you kindly, legs swinging.
âyây/n.â
ânice!â he cheesed, looking at you. âi saw you skate. youâre really good!â
âtâthank you.â you mumbled, shy and alarmed that a boy was talking to you.
âwhen did you start skating?â
you looked at him confusedly. âum.. today?â
his eyes bulged.
âhah?! today?!â
you jumped at his outburst, cheeks pink as you quickly nodded.
âwowww!âŚâ he gushed with stars in his eyes. âthatâs great! i saw you doing turns and things. i can barely move on the ice⌠itâs slippery.â
âwellââ you peeked up at him shyly. âmyâmy aunt taught me some stuff⌠but not a lot.â
âyou have someone in your family that skates?â he asked excitedly with huge blue eyes. âhow cool! hopefully i can catch up to you and at least moveâŚâ
âthatâs okay...â you smiled. âi know you will.â
âreally?!â he gushed again before leaning back, nodding his head cutely. âif you think so, then i know so!â
and you giggled at him, your timid wall slowly crumbling down at his bubbly and kind personality as he was a chatterbox and talked to you about anything that had to do with olympic ice skatingâ him knowing so much about it and nearly screaming his head off and panicking when he found out that your aunt was none other than akira, now knowing exactly why you were so good at skating in the first place.
satoru looked up to you. so much so that it was comicalâ seeking your approval over the following years during lessons and not even listening to the damn coach himself as he listened more to you, wanting you to teach him how to do bunny hops or backward crossovers and giving a big fat attitude to anyone else who tried to coach him, whining and snoring away until you and your little bows skated over to him to teach him.
and because of that you spent a lot of time with satoru in and out of lessons, even more than you ever spent with your own friends at school as you clung to him at all timesâ him cheering and encouraging you on when you were shy in certain situations, and you teaching him everything you could about skating and bringing him little bags of strawberry gummy puffs since he had the biggest sweet tooth you had ever seen, you both cemented and stubbornly attached to the hip with neither wanting to let go.
and when your motherâs planned a little playdate at the local outdoor ice skating rink on a chilly december dayâ an enormous christmas tree sitting tall and glorious by the rink with twinkling star-shaped fairy lights and jingle bells surrounding the plaza, you and satoru spinning each other around and dancing and giggling over the murmur of classic christmas songs, they saw the potential⌠an idea sparking in their heads amongst their cooing and picture taking.
you and satoru were both originally put into the ice skating world to train and be independent professional skaters, olympic athletes to be more specific when the time came.
but that concept quickly changed the second you met.
nowâ you and satoru were an olympic ice skating pair, the subject materializing when your motherâs pulled you out from those simple ice skating lessons (you both already way past getting the basics down since your skill combined with you teaching satoru had you both surpassing the class) and paying for a professional couples figure skating coach to get you guys started now and early.
and the both of you were over the moon, especially satoru, as he absolutely adored you and begged his mother literally every fucking day if he could go over to your house or over to the ice skating rink with you to dance, you doing the same and the two of you crying and wailing on the floor whenever times wouldnât work out and plans fell through, your motherâs having to give in and drag you to each otherâs houses so you would both stop crying.
when akira found out you were officially figure skating, she nearly drove into the side of a building speeding over to your house from being out of the country for so long competing.
âis it true?!â she burst through the doors, your mother rolling her eyes after being startled half to death over her bizarre behavior. âis my little niece gonna be a figure skater like me?!â
you gasped excitedly upon seeing her, getting up from your spot on the rug and running over to akiraâs open arms, leaving your coloring book and crayons behind as she swung you around.
âshe started when she was six you know thatâŚâ your mother grumbled, folding various kitchen towels.
âbut you just told me now that sheâs not independent!â akira countered, setting you down and holding you out at arms length, eyes wide and eager. ââbut partner figure skating! like me!â
she shook you. âwhere is he?! your partner! is he here? is he your age? is he nice?â
you perked up and looked over to the kitchen. âoh mommy! satoru should come and meetââ
âhis name is satoru? oh my goodness how cuteeee!â she cooed, pinching your cheeks. âis he handsome? do you like him? do you have a crush on himââ
your little cheeks blazed as your mother threw a kitchen towel at her.
âsheâs eight aki! jesus christ.â
âlove has no limits.â akira wiggled a finger, and you giggled.
your mother called satoruâs place soon after, his mother excitedly conversing over the other line about how the akira was finally back in town and how satoru was gonna lose his mind once he saw herâ you knowing he was the biggest fan and sometimes told you facts during lessons that you didnât even know about your own aunt.
and when they finally did arrive, satoru was stiffâ frozen in place with tight arms at his sides by the living room as his alarmed big blue eyes looked at akira with a sickly pale face, you snickering behind him.
âhi satoru!â akira greeted, leaning down with her hands on her knees to look at him at eye level. âitâs nice to meet you! y/n tells me you like my skating?â
âuâuhuh.â he responded dumbly, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, knowing satoru would cry and whine about it later if he heard you.
âthatâs great! iâm happy you skate too⌠and with my niece i should say!â she spoke kindly, ruffling his snowy colored hair up and standing upright, placing her hands on her hips and looking like a straight freaking superhero in satoruâs eyes. âyou wanna compete in the olympics?â
âuh huh.â
a laughing breath hurled from your throat and your cheeks puffed up like a squirrel, clasped hands still over your mouth and face going red from how hard you were trying to keep it in.
âthatâs what i like to hear.â she smiled, a shiny impressive one as satoru still stood there in a stuck daze.
âwork hard okay? the both of you. so you can catch up to me someday, yeah?â
your hands slowly fell from your mouth then, eyes filled with admiration and determination as you both eagerly nodded, looking at each other hopefully.
âyou thinkââ satoru stammered, looking at akira. âyou think we can⌠win three gold medals like you?â
âoh absolutely!â she shrugged. âi donât doubt it at all.â
you and satoru gushed, glittering little eyes as you stared up cutely at akira, her giving you both a silly grin.
âhow long have they been doing partner work?â she asked your mother suddenly, watching the way you and satoru chattered then excitedly about the actual possibility of competing for the olympics someday.
âmmm, i wanna say for about a year and a half? maybe two?â she looked over at satoruâs mother, who nodded in agreement. âtheyâre with a coupleâs figure skating coach right now.â
akira hummed and shifted her gaze back down between the two of you.
âiâm training them from now on.â
both mothers froze, eyes wide as they stared at her.
you and satoru hadnât even realized what she said, still caught up in your little bubble of the olympics and metals and competitions until your mother caught your attention.
âdid you hear?â
you shook your head. âhear what!â
âakira wants to coach you and satoru.â
his jaw dropped and he nearly passed out on the floor, you quickly grabbing his shoulders as he reeled over.
âareâ are you sure?â your mother continued, looking at her sister now. âarenât you busy? i thought you were only here for the weekend.â
she waved her off. âi need a break from skating for a little⌠at least until the next olympics.â
akira turned to you then and smiled warmly. âand i wanna coach my little niece and her new buddy! if thatâs okay?â
âyesyesyesyes!ââ
both you and satoru bounced up and down and cheered, arms up as you tackled and hung off of akira like a jungle gym, her laughing and smiling big at your enthusiasm.
akira was the most important figure in your life, right next to satoru as she became a mother figure to the both of you as well as your mentor.
and training with her was not easyâ your age not an excuse at all whatsoever in her eyes to not learn proper figure skating moves and technique, saying it would only serve you right in the end if you started adapting your bodies to it now rather than later.
and like most things, akira was right. but even though practices were grueling and tough to the point where you had to drag satoru across the ice to get up, she always tried to make them fun in the endâ cracking jokes and teaching you guys silly little tricks that you could do with each other on the ice that she figured out over her years of skating with her partner, taking you both out for ice cream frequently after and telling you of her travels competing around the world, the people sheâd met, and the titles sheâd wonâ all things that were you and satoruâs ultimate dream as you listened eagerly.
by the time you were twelve and satoru was thirteen, it was obvious you guys were meant to be olympic athletes together.
âyou need to pick your leg a little further up on the spin, toru.â
he stuck his tongue out. âsays who.â
âsays me.â you poked his cheek. âand iâm pretty sure aki told you before she left too.â
âyes maâam!â he nodded, gliding a bit further away from you on the ice before picking his momentum up and reaching you, him bending his knees and wrapping his arms around your torso as you both went into fast spins, one leg extended for the both of you as your arms gripped over his shouldersâ practicing the routine akira had given you for your upcoming competition.
âyeah like that!â you smiled, spins gradually slowing down and satoru coming back up from his bend until you both stood still on the ice. âgood job toru!â
he grinned and ruffled your hair. âthanks!â
âmhm!â you responded, turning and skating away to the edge of the rink to hide the blush that was rising in your cheeks.
âwhat?!â he whined. âwhere are you going? do i stink?â
âno!â you laughed, shaking your head. âjust the usual sweat and B.O.â
âaw no!â he quickly skated to the edge of the rink and out before flying for his duffel bag. âi hate being a man i hate puberty this is ridiculousââ
âiâm kidding im kidding!â you called from across the ice, cackling when he stopped and whipped his head over, glaring at you. âyouâre fine toruâ not stinky.â
âwell youâre stinky for putting me in distress how about that?â he huffed, an eventual smile playing at his lips as he put down his duffel bag and went inside the rink again.
akira was currently on her way to compete at the olympics for her fourth gold medal in partner figure skating, you and satoru having no doubt in your minds that she was going to absolutely clear everyone else there and get it, as sheâs never gotten silver or bronze or anything lower than that.
âwhen do we fly to see aki again?â satoru called from across the ice, gliding to and fro in figure eights. âdonât say tomorrow morning because i havenât started packing yet heh⌠oops.â
you giggled. âit is tomorrow morning, dummy.â
âno!â he stopped and shoved his hands in his hair. âi havenât even started planning my outfits! oh i was gonna take so many pictures what am i supposed to do nowââ
you laughed loudly and skated back over to him, hands wrung behind your back as you looked at him cheekily. âyouâre silly toru. outfits for what? literally just show up.â
âitâs not everyday we leave the country y/n!â he whined. âi wanted to sport my best and look cool, dang it.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and lifted your hand, patting his head.
âiâll show up in pajamas and you show up in yours, and weâll call it a day. hm?â
he grinned.
âmatching? or seperate? and what color? plaid?â
âtoru!â
he laughed and skated past you, nudging your shoulder with his in the process. âiâm just messing with youuu, matching obviously!â
satoru came back around, reached up and straightened the ribbons in your hair, little white bows sitting pretty as a blush rose to his cheeks when he was done.
âwanna run it three more times and call it?â he suggested. âi wanna make sure i get what you told me down before we go.â
you smiled and quickly nodded, taking satoruâs extended hand and skating together to first position.
watching akira win gold in person for the first time in your life was an experience youâll never forget.
and she did it fucking beautifully.
with every precise move, with every articulate angle you and satoru screamed and yelled like crazy people in front of the rink while waving around your countries tiny flags, cheering with fat tears rolling down your faces when she successfully landed each time, holding each other so tight with mushed up cheeks throughout her routine with her partner and still in anxiousness when the time came for revealing final scores.
no one could skate like her. absolutely no one as she speedily glided across the ice and spun, prepped herself for the hardest most impressive turns you had ever seen in your life, and performed a quadruple axel rotation in the air all on her ownâ things that have always earned her the highest scores for three successive olympic years.
and four nowâ because when akira and her partner stepped up on that podium, you and satoru had to basically be yanked back by your mothers with the way you both tried to jump over the edge of the rink to her, her standing there like a beacon of light on the first place podium, a gold medal hung rightfully around her neck with flowers in her arms as she smiled so so big and happily, her eyes not once leaving you and satoru.
eventually when the ceremony was over, amongst all of the buzz and the crowd roaring and picture takingâ akira quickly skated over to the two of you and leaned on the edge of the rink.
âakiiii!â you both wailed and flung your arms around her neck, her giggling and hugging you both back as best as she possibly could despite the mass amount of bouquets in her hands.
âdid i do okay?!â she yelled over the noise.
you both pulled back and looked at her like she was insane.
âdid you do okay?!â you gawked.
âakiâ you won a fucking gold medal!â satoru yelled.
âHAH!â she laughed loudly. âdonât say that word in front of your mommy satoru sheâll chop my head off and kill me!â
you both giggled uncontrollably.
akira leaned her head in then and you and satoru followed through, all three foreheads resting against each others.
âlisten to me for a second.â she started. âyou guys are birds of a feather, okay? you need to stick together and fly together as one.â
she let you both go and dropped the bouquets she was holding on the icy floor before placing a hand on yours and satoruâs outer cheeks, bringing you in. âdonât fight. donât separate. donât leave each other. you need to keep each other and what you have safe.â
you both quickly nodded, tears funnily gathering at the corners of your eyes at what she was saying, and she smiled.
âyes partner figure skating is about chemistry and technicality, but itâs about love⌠and sometimes just that. without genuine love, nothing will click.â she let your cheeks go and grabbed her shiny gold medal, holding it up. âthis will be yours. i promise you.â
akira put down her medal, wiping both yours and satoruâs wet cheeks. âbirds of a feather. stick together. keep each other safe. do you understand?â
the two of you sniffled and nodded.
âand i need to stop cussing in front of you guys during practices, donât i?!â she smiled warmly, and you and satoru shook your heads frantically.
âno keep doing it!ââ
âitâs funny please!ââ
ever since akira told you that, it became you and satoruâs thing.
before and after every competition, with every hello and every goodbye at the beginning and end of the day, throughout the hours randomly whenever you both felt like it, youâd lock pinkies and reiterate âbirds of a featherâ before kissing your thumbs and locking your promise in placeâ another one of the many other ways youâd show that you loved each other.
but whether it was platonically or romantically remained unknown until you both hit high school.
perhaps it had always been romantically⌠that you werenât exactly sure of. but the way you and satoru had been treating each other since you were literally the age of six, made the technicalities of what it was blurry and a little confusingâ for you couldnât even remember when it was that you started loving satoru.
maybe it was that very first day when he skated over to you, wobbly and clumsy with a cheesy smile.
and as if it wasnât already confusing enough of what the two of you were, the way you acted made it ten times worse.
but youâd been that way since foreverâ embracing each other a little longer than you should, innocently kissing each others cheeks and heads and hands, calling each other pet names and being each otherâs dates to every single school danceâ
but it was all harmless. not a single bad thought behind it and doing it like a reflex.
it was like you both were line balancing across the thinnest tight rope known to mankindâ flimsy and unsteady, always on the verge of toppling over and falling completely into the darkening depths of the truth of what you were, but catching each other just before you did to regain balance back on the rope.
neither of you said it, but if you and satoru ever dared to be anything more than friends, and if something were to happen where you had to break upâ youâd lose your first love, your best friend, and your entire career all in one.
the consequences were too drasticâ you both knew that.
and you didnât want to break your promise⌠so you acted blind to it.
by the time you were seventeen and satoru was eighteen, akira started training you for the international skating union competition to earn a spot for the olympics.
wellâ she actually started when you were about fourteen, but as the years progressed, her coaching and critiques got increasingly more difficult and nitpicky as well as the moves she taught you, wanting you both to build endurance to it and perfect it so that by the time you reached the age requirement for the olympicsâ it would be easier to train for it and be formidable competitors against the other pairs.
you and satoru wanted to be olympians more than anything else in your lives, and akira knew just how important this was for the both of youâ making it her absolute mission to help accomplish solely that as she saw herself through the two of you.
your dreams were just like hers, and she respected and nurtured the fact with everything that she had.
âup! aaand up! and take herâ throwâ land oh shitââ
just as you had landed a semi complex throw jump, you lost balance and landed right on your ass, sliding across the ice on your side.
it was rare when you fell, and you absolutely despised when you did.
âfuck!â satoru quickly skated over to you and knelt down. âare you okay?!â
âwhy canât i land that man?â you whined, covering your eyes.
akira smoothly traveled over to you both.
âitâs okay! we just learned it today sweets likeâ right now⌠youâll have it down in the next five minutes.â satoru smiled softly, carefully helping you up on your skates and checking you over.
âdonât overly punish yourself, y/n.â akira reached and pinched your cheek. âi love that youâve always been so serious about your technique, but you have to leave room for error my love or else youâll choke yourself out.â
satoru ran a soothing hand along your back and you smiled cutely up at him, his heart jittering so much from it that he had to quickly retract his arm.
you nodded, always taking satoruâs and akiraâs words seriously like inscriptions to a stone wall. âokay!â
he grinned and kissed the side of your head before taking your hand and leading you to first position like always.
akira smirked.
âare you guys together yet!â she blurted from across the ice and you both choked as she skated over.
âare weâ are weââ you stammered.
âwhat?â she breathed out, placing her hands on her hips. âare you at least in love?â
satoruâs blue eyes bulged open with a furious pink tint to both of your cheeks.
âaki!â you whined, embarrassed. âstop itââ
âhave you guys at least gone on one date?â
satoru pouted. âno.â
âiâmââ you played with your fingers. âiâm going on one todayââ
âyouâre what?!â he whipped his head in your direction, eyebrows furrowed.
âyeahâŚâ you looked at him. âiâve never gone on one and some guy at school asked me so iâ i just thoughtââ
you thought itâd do you some good, since the one you wanted you couldnât really have.
âare you actually..?â satoru trailed off, an unfamiliar strike of something in his chest making him a little upset.
but he knew damn well what it was.
âbutââ akira stared at you wide eyed, pointing at satoru. âbut itâsâ itâs supposed to beââ
âaki!â satoru quickly grabbed her arm and lowered it, eyes snapping to you next. âis it that one guy you told me about? from your english class?â
âuh huh.â you fidgeted. âhe asked me again and i felt bad saying no so iâ said yesâŚâ
satoru swallowed, nodding.
âoh you big dummies!â akira groaned. âweâll talk about this later or else iâm gonna go into fucking cardiac arrest from frustrationââ
she skated off to the edge of the rink and out, leaning on it from the outside with her head dramatically hung.
you both got into starting position, but you faltered when you noticed satoru was oddly quiet and stiff.
ââŚtoru?â
he blinked down at you. âhuh?â
âyou okay?â
âoh!â yeah.â he smiled weakly. âiâm fine baby.â
âyou sureââ
âwhat time is your date?â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek. âitâs a bit after this... i told him to just give me time to shower and get ready.â
âif he canât accept you stinky then heâs not for you.â he shook his head in distaste. âheâs already failing in my eyes sweets absolutely flunking. maybe you should cancel it? yeah i say cancel itââ
you laughed, heart in your throat as your eyes gleamed up at him. âi can barely accept you stinky so i wouldnât blame himââ
âhey!â he placed an exaggerated hand on his chest. âitâs not my fault i literally put my heart and soul out on the ice just for you to skate all over meââ
you gasped offendedly. âi donât skate all over youââ
âdo too!â
âdo not!â
âdo toââ
âyou guys!â akira called. âyou know i love it when you guys love on each other it makes me so happy and envision your wedding but right now we have to grind!â
you both froze up and snapped your heads in her direction with red faces, whining.
âaakkiii!ââ
you practiced what you had of the routine a couple of more times, a few new moves and jumps added after each run until akira called it a day upon noticing you and satoru were practically sweating your asses off and messing up several times out of exhaustion.
âgood job today you guys!â she smiled, patting you both on your shoulders. âi feel like the next time we meet weâll have the choreography down... from there we just need to perfect it and you should be good for the next competish, okay?â
you both nodded and thanked her, sweet smiles on your faces as she reached up and pinched a side of both your cheeks.
âmy little babies.â she cooed. âoh how youâve grown! you guys were so little when we started now satoru is huge man jesus christââ
she lifted her hand and reached up to measure satoruâs height from his forehead, her passing it over the top of her head and eyes widening at the huge gap.
he laughed and puffed up his chest. âi got big and strong too aki see?â he flexed an arm. âsee? eh?â
âthat you did!â she laughed brightly, ruffling up his hair. âthe strongest.â
you giggled and skated over to the edge of the rink to pack up, internally panicking a little that you guys went overtime and it was almost time for your date.
âsatoru..â akira whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure you werenât listening. âwhatâs going on? you still havenât asked her out? i thought you said you were gonna do it.â
âno..â he mumbled. âbut we canât. and she knows that too soâ so what am i supposed to doââ
she gawked. âdo you not see whatâs happening?! sheâs gonna go on a date with someone else! off with this stupid fear you guys have already seriously.â
âwe caanâtt aki.â he pushed sadly. âitâs too risky.â
âbut itâs not though!â she threw her arms out. âyou guys have known each other since practically birth i feel like if it wasnât meant to be you wouldâve separated by now!â
satoru gnawed at his bottom lip in thought, eyes trained to the way your bows moved in your hair as you swung your duffel bag over yourself, smiling softly once he realized you had kindly packed his things for him too as you sat on the bench and waited for him to take you home.
akira sighed.
âitâs not my place to tell you guys what to do⌠but love has no limits. you know that.â
he nodded, smiling weakly at her as they skated out of the rink and prepared to lock up, akira hugging you both goodbye with a family kiss to your cheeks and you separating ways with her for the day, but not before her reminding you guys of practice tomorrow and that she loved you over her shoulder.
satoru was dreading you going on your date as he droveâ the both of you normally talking about random things like always but his mind unable to stray from the fact that you were actually giving some random dingbat a chance.
it was rare when either of you would talk to or date other people, never even as your heads have always been so focused on figure skating and competitions⌠but also on each otherâ taking care and loving one another that you never needed anybody else since you were everything to satoru and satoru to you, and you were both confident that absolutely no one could ever step up to that level.
so why were you going on a date?
but he shouldnât be like this. he knew that. there was a silent agreement between the two of you to never fall off that thin tight rope and keep each other balanced. and you were allowed to see and date whoever you wantedâ something that he probably should do as well to try and get over the fact that youâd never really be his.
satoru pulled up to your driveway and shifted his gear into park.
âthank you toru!â you smiled sweetly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
âyouâre welcome.â he murmured. âcan iâ can i come in with you? and hang while you get ready?â
you quirked a brow. âi thought thatâs what we were already doing silly.â
âokay well invite me woman!â you both got out of the car and walked up the steps to your front door. âyou canât just assume. what if i was busy? what if i also had a date? hm?â
you gave him a sly grin as you twisted in your keys to unlock the door. âdo you?â
â⌠no.â
you giggled and pushed open the door, the both of you immediately clasping your hands over your mouths to keep your laughs in at the sight of your mother sprawled out on the couch dead asleep with drool coming out of her mouth, the tv softly playing in the background as you quietly shut the door, went up the stairs and into your room.
satoru sat on your desk chair lazily while you quickly hopped in the shower to get ready for your stupid date, staring at the framed photographs on your nightstand that all consisted of you and him over the years, smiling softly at his favoriteâ a picture of the two of you when you were babies, cheek to cheek with huge smiles at the park as you held ice cream cones in each of your hands, satoru more than sure akira was the one who took that picture.
the sound of your door clicking shut pulled him from his thoughts as you walked in, drying your pretty hair with your little fuzzy towel and throwing it in the hamper once you were done.
âoh! i was gonna show you! i got these ribbons the other dayââ you got down on your knees and looked under your bed, sticking a hand in and pulling out a white box as you picked it up and shuffled with your knees closer to satoruâ sitting back on your ankles.
ââi was running out of ribbon so i got these!â you held up the box and satoru took it, examining the various pastel colors with warm eyes. âsome of them are polka dotted and i thought that was cute.â
âit is sweets!â he agreed.
satoru loved the ribbons in your hair, and youâd always wear them without fail because you knew just how much he did.
âi wanna start wearing bows too.â he wiggled his eyebrows, and you giggled.
âare you saying you wanna steal my brand toru?â you picked up a blue roll of ribbon from the box, a color that matched satoruâs eyes. âthought you were an honest man?â
he gasped. âi am an honest man! is it not obvious enough when i help you with your math homework? when i sacrifice my dignity and text you answers during your tests?â
you giggled and unrolled a strand of ribbon. ânot when you eat all of my sweets that you actively dig through my room forââ
âbut theyâre always the strawberry gummy puffs!â he whined. âthey make me a slut.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and stood, grabbing your little scissors and snipping off a piece of blue ribbon from the roll, stepping in front of satoru and leaning.
âwatcha doing?â he asked, placing his hands on your waist.
âiâm putting a little bow in your hair before i leave!â
he hummed. âdonât think itâll look as good on me as they do on you.â
you blushed, taking little pieces of white hair from the top of his head and wrapping the ribbon around, tying it the same way youâve been doing for yourself since you were the age of nine.
you took a step back once you were finished and laughed. âyou look cute toru!â
he raised a silly brow. âdo i still look big and strong?â
âbig and strong and prettyââ
âplease donât go.â
you stilled.
âwhat?â
satoru looked down, his bangs hiding his gorgeous eyes as he did.
âon your date.â he mumbled. âdonât go.â
you placed your hands softly on his shoulders, and his hold tightened a little around your waist.
âwhy?â
âbecause like i said if he doesnât accept you stinky then he canât have you when you smell like vanillaââ
âtoru...â you spoke sternly, softly. âwhy not?â
you didnât know why you were pushing it so much⌠maybe you were trying to see if you could get it out of himâ if he had the will to actually say it unlike youâŚ
and you hoped to god he would say it.
he slowly lifted his head and propped his chin up on your tummy, a sour expression on his face as he puckered his lips to the side like a little fish.
âdunnoâŚâ he muttered, his gaze flickering to yours and a sense of guilt swarming his chest at the uneasy look you had, his face relaxing as he sighed.
âsorry.â he smiled sheepishly, pulling back and letting go of your waist. âiâm kidding you have every right toââ
âmânot going.â you mumbled as you slid your hands away, looking down and playing with your fingers.
âhuh?â he furrowed his brows. âno baby go you should goââ
âi donât want to.â
you never did in the first place. you had foolishly thought that letting someone else in like this would be good for you and help you establish some sort of⌠barrier with satoru so you werenât always suffering so fucking much.
but you were absolutely stupid for that.
all youâve ever wanted was satoru, and doing something to pull you away from the type of relationship you had with him (whether platonic or romantic you had no freaking clue), was not only hurting you, but hurting him.
you didnât need anyone else, truly. all you needed was satoru and his silly smile and dramatic anticsâ to spend time with just him and skate and eat dinner together after practices every night while watching horror movies, laughing so much over his screams that your stomach hurt while he whined about how you were making fun of him.
thatâs all you needed⌠just satoru.
regardless if there was something more in question.
âyou donât want to?â he repeated softly. âwhy?â
âyou know why, toruâŚâ
you had said it so softly he barely caught it, but he did, his breath hitching in his throat.
that was the closest you two had ever gotten to acknowledging it.
you both were silent for a moment, the soft murmur of your tv downstairs filling the void as you looked at each other, tense and waiting for either of you to say something⌠anything.
but it was like the gravity of the foreseeable consequences settled onto your shoulders, and the pair of you could only sadly smile.
satoru stuck his pinky finger out towards you then.
âbirds of a feather?â he murmured.
you breathed out a little through your nose and looped your pinky with his, nodding.
âbirds of a feather.â
he kissed his thumb and you did the same before locking the promise.
for the rest of the night, you and satoru watched a bunch of shitty unknown movies to try and see who would break and laugh firstâ you feeling bad that you had to cancel so last minute on that guy from your english class, but not regretting it at all as you watched satoru scarf down two slices of pizza in one sitting and nearly throw up, you almost falling off the bed from laughing so much and him having to catch you midway down and pull you back up, saying that he was your hero and therefore you should give him your last stash of strawberry gummy puffs as a reward.
it was nearly two am when you and satoru finally settled down, both sprawled over each other on the bed as you stared up at the ceiling and talked about literally anything that came to your mindsâ stubbornly fighting off sleep for whatever unknown reason in the dark.
âyou know this is akiâs last olympics right?â you spoke softly, your arm propped up as you watched the way satoru played with your fingers.
âyeah..â he replied. âi donât really know how to feel about that.â
âme neither.â you shook your head. âbut she said it came at a perfect time because sheâd been wanting to retire for a while.â
and now it was yours and satoruâs turn to try and fill the legacy she had built.
he hummed, delicately interlacing your fingers together as the outline of it through the darkness made you blush and smile, the nooks between his digits blessedly made entirely just for you as your fingers slotted perfectly in each spot every time.
and satoru silently vowed for the millionth time in his life that he would always be your hero and keep you safe, a promise that was already tied into your birds of a feather contract, but needing to repeat it to himself anyways while he listened to the sound of your voice talk about your excitement for the upcoming olympics.
and my god were you excited, the both of youâ looking forward to seeing akira gracefully take home her fifth fucking gold medal like she always did with no repercussions, seeing her fans and the mass amounts of support she got every year with bouquets and teddy bears and picture taking, but also looking forward to spending even more time with herâ for not just practices⌠but for forever, even more than you already did now as you two were greedy and just loved akira.
you were looking forward to forever, the three of you.
until akiraâs accident.
âoh my god iâm gonna throw upââ
satoru hurled over just as you both stepped onto the bleachers at the olympic arena, you laughing and placing supporting hands on his shoulders as you followed your mother and satoruâs to your designated place by the front.
âtoru i told you youâd make yourself sick if you didnât leave that damn dessert table alone.â
âthere were cinnamon rolls baby. cinnamon rolls how on earth could i possibly just walk by a platter of cinnamon rollsââ
âokay!â you giggled, carefully leading him to sit down and ruffling his hair once you settled. âi get it! you love cinnamon rolls.â
ânot as much as i love youââ
âyuck!â you stuck your tongue out and pushed him away by his cheek, him laughing loudly as he shooed your arm away and grinned.
âtoruâ this is the last time weâre gonna be sitting here in the bleachers watching aki.â you mentioned. âisnât that fucking nuts?â
ânow iâm gonna cry and throw up.â
âno!â you giggled and nudged his shoulder. âthen youâll make me cry.â
he smiled and leaned over to plant a quick kiss to your cheek, reaching up and fixing the bows in your hair before looking straight ahead, his sparkling blue eyes staring at the rink.
the crowd roared suddenly and a mix of big and tiny flags of several individual countries waved in the air as you and satoru jumped and screamed when akira glided out with her skates and glittery dress, a huge dazzling smile on her face as she waved at the crowd, her eyes scanning around quickly before they finally landed on you and satoru.
as if she wasnât already smiling enough, it grew bigger at the sight of you both practically over the fucking rink calling her name, her blowing you both a kiss and connecting her hands together to form a little bird, fluttering it up funnily and making you laugh before spinning around and going to starting position with her partner.
âoh sheâs gonna wipe again.â satoru breathed out. âwipe absolute buttcheeks.â
you cackled as you both watched her routineâ incredibly fast paced and technical, filled with spins and throw jumps and lifts as she made it known that it was her last year and wanted to leave with a mark, you and satoru absolutely mesmerized by the choreography as a dramatic symphony of a classical piece drummed through your ears by the speakers.
each move was executed beautifully, you and satoru at the edge of your damn seats as akiraâs partner lifted her by the arms to settle over his shoulders into a split formationâ halfway through the routine already.
âmaybe we could do a move like that for when we compete!â you suggested over the music. âi feel like technically it couldââ
a hand flew over your mouth as you watched akira topple and slam to the ground upon coming down from her split lift, the spinning blade of her partner slicing through her abdomen as her head nastily collided with the iceâ the crowd screaming in terror.
âoh my god!ââ your chest moved frantically and you and satoru looked at each other, horrified faces as you watched the backside of her limp body on the ground surrounded by paramedics, her partner hovering over her in complete and absolute distress.
and there was so much blood.
blood that pooled all around her figure and stained her shimmering dress, blood that wouldnât stop fucking spreading as a stretcher finally made it out on the ice.
âbaby.â satoruâs voice shook. âwhy isnât aki moving.â
âiâ i donât knowââ
âaki!â
you both snapped out of your shocked daze and screamed over the rink and jumped, shoes slipping against the ice as the two of you tried to reach her through your panicked tears and calls, security speeding through and pulling you both back as you watched the paramedics lift her frail body onto the stretcher and away from the rink.
âthatâsââ you sucked in a sharp sob. âthatâs my aunt please let us goââ
âyou need to stay out of the rinkââ
âfuck you!â
satoru shoved security away and grabbed your arm, wishing you had your skates on as you both practically crawled over to where akira was being carried out, not giving a single shit about the way your mothers yelling demanded you back as security had to literally pull you and satoru by the ankles, further and further away from the scene and away from akira until the only thing left was her pool of sickly crimson blood in front of you, you and satoru wailing.
akira died at the hospital later that night.
the collision of her head against the ice brought such blunt force trauma that it caused irreversible brain damage, and with the amount of blood that she was already losing from the laceration of the bladeâ those elements combined didnât give her a single fighting chance at survival, her fate sealed from the moment her body hit the ground.
it was completely unexpected⌠an incident like that had never happened in not just olympic partner figure skating, but figure skating competitions as a wholeâ the severity of the situation so grave that the complex move akira and her partner performed that led to her death was banned from the olympics moving forward.
and you and satoru were fucking ruined.
ruined and crying and clutching over her arms and hands at her hospital bedside, it scaringly cold and stiff and not her usual warmth at all as you couldnât accept that this was your reality, that akira had left you both all alone after not only her initial familial love that youâd gotten since birth, but after nearly a decade of giggles and skating, her picking you both up from school and cussing up a storm because it made you and satoru laugh as kids, buying you ice cream and taking you out for beach days because she said the sun was good for your skin, harassing you and taking a million pictures of the two of you as she uttered over and over again that love had no limitsâ your dream of forever with her cruelly severed over the sport you all loved most.
yours and satoruâs mentor, friend, your fucking mother figureâ was gone.
your aunt was gone. your own blood.
the entirety of that bullshit situation sort of settled into your minds by the time her funeral cameâ painfully holding back tears as your family members gave their speeches and final wishes before the lowering of her casket, you and satoru not saying a single word throughout the entire thing until it was just you and him standing in front of her grave siteâ your mothers waiting for you in their cars.
you both chose not to give speeches. you couldnât.
âtoru.â you sniffled, drowning in your tears as satoru strained to keep his back, lips pulled into a thin line.
âyes pretty.â
âthis is so fucked.â
satoru breathed out a weak laugh and let a couple of tears slip down his cheeks, wiping them with the sleeve of his black suit as he grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, squeezing it.
âdiabolically fucked.â he responded.
there really wasnât much you could say at that moment in time, the two of you staring at the carvings on her tombstone as the wind softly blew over the petals of her flowers and letters, the day cloudy and cold and just fucked as you silently choked back sobs and whimpers, satoru lamely trying his best to stay strong for youâ be your hero as he pulled you into his chest and squeezed you with everything that he had, nose buried in your hair as his tears fell and dampened a few strands.
âbirds of a feather, toru.â you spoke softly, both of your frames shaking as the saying itself came from none other than akira.
he firmly nodded, lifting his head and kissing your cheek twice hard before looking at you.
âbirds of a feather sweets.â his red teary eyes made your heart ache. âyou canât leave me too, okay?â
you scoffed and wiped your eyes, a sad smile on your face. âi could never⌠you know that.â
it didnât really get easier from there, as everything in your lives reminded you of akira.
and though your mother was grieving the loss of her sister, she wanted to be left alone, and the only person that really understood the level of mourning you were on was satoruâ him always there in the blink of an eye when you would call him in the middle of the night crying your eyes out while he held you, or when broken sobs wrecked through satoruâs trembling body as he cried into your chest while you held him and vice versa, endless amounts of âi miss herâsâ and âbring her backâsâ as you took turns depending on the day rolling on the floor unable to physically breathe over the loss as you tried to anchor each other back to normalcy, wondering how the world could be so cruel and continue spinning when youâd just lost half of your hearts.
but it did. it continued to spin and turn and carry on as you and satoru day by day tried to patch over what happened, be there for each other and heal each other as you graduated high school and caught up with satoru in college, still together and still in your stupid limbo of âis there something moreâ except worse, and still inseparable three years later after akiraâs passing.
it didnât hurt any less, but the days definitely got easier⌠some harder than others as the time you spent with her became cherished distant memories, feeling eternally grateful for the way she raised and took care of you, for the work she had done, and for the legacy she had built for figure skating olympians around the world.
and because akira was so good and taught you both just as so, satoru and you had a little name of your own as youâve been sweeping competitions since the age of thirteen, ninety eight percent unbeatable and competitive as other pairs always knew who you were the minute you stepped onto the ice, eager and curious to see if you would make it into the olympics when the time came just like your mentor had done.
some deemed it cheatingâ unfair due to the fact that you had a four-time gold medalist olympian training you since childhood, but that assumption quickly diminished after her passing when you both continued to wipe competitions and take trophies home purely based on your talent.
and you both agreed to continue your careers without a coach, a decision that didnât even need to be thought twice overâ and you were twenty and satoru twenty one when the time drew near to try for the olympics.
finally.
âmy legs are gonna fall off and my balls are gonna droop to the icy floor if you donât give me a kiss right now.â
âtoru!â you giggled loudly, pushing his face away as he puckered up his lips and made obnoxious kissy noises, pulling you in by the waist. âtoru focus weâre on a time crunchââ
âtime crunch where?â he whined, stomping his blade down on the ice. âweâve been at it for so long already iâm cold iâm thirsty and i think we should go to that cute christmas festival patch thing you told me aboouuttt!â
âright now?â you asked. âi donât know toru⌠i had a set goal for us tonight and if we donât get itââ
âoh you damn perfectionist.â he scowled, letting you go and quickly skating to starting position. âfine.â
you gave him a knowing smile and skated over to his dramatic sulking figure, kissing his cheek softly and wringing your arms around his neck, pulling him in.
âletâs run it three more times and then we can go to the festival, okay?â
he jumped up like a little kid, eyes hyper and wild. âreally? honestly? truly?â
you nodded, gleaming up at him.
âis this a prank?â
âjesus toru youâre making me think iâm keeping you hostage here with how excited you areââ
âyiiippeeeee!ââ he grabbed your upper thighs and lifted you before spinning on the ice, the both of you laughing as he roughly turned until he gradually came to a stop, big goofy smiles on your faces as he did so.
satoru loosened his hold as you slowly slid down against his body, faces close and lovesick as his half lidded eyes looked at you, lips stinging to plant directly over yours after so many years of hopeless pining and avoidance, still refusing to acknowledge the situation, but it glaringly obvious at this point.
âwhat?â you whispered, your eyes fixed on his lips as your blades touched the ice again.
he softly shook his head, blue eyes greedily drinking in your pretty face as he retracted a hand from your waist and brushed his palm over your hair adoringly, hand raising to cup your cheek gently.
was he about to�
you swallowed, hands gripping his black t-shirt as you waited⌠anxious, hoping that he would do what you thought he was about to do.
but satoru squeezed his eyes shut in a grimace and quickly kissed the corner of your mouth before turning his back to you and skating to starting positionâ leaving you incredibly dumbfounded and disappointed.
satoruâs skin felt like it was on fucking fire as he looked at your stunning doe eyes blinking at him from across the rink, heart pulsing uncontrollably as you slowly skated to him and got into position, neither of you uttering a word about it as you ran the choreography three more times like you had agreed on.
you and satoru have had plenty of moments like that⌠but lately?
itâs been borderline dangerous with how close youâve gotten to breaking your unspoken rule.
by the end of practice you and satoru excitedly packed up for the christmas festival, more or less stumbling out of the doors of the rink and locking up before throwing your things in satoruâs car and speeding off to the main plaza, cheesy dorky smiles on your faces as you babbled on about all of the things you were gonna do once you got there.
âthe sâmores stand! the sâmores stand!â satoru whipped his head comically back and forth between you and the snowy road. âwe have to go there and get five nothing less and maybe moreââ
âwait! i wanna get some of that hot chocolate we got last year!â you quickly reached and gripped his shoulder. âthe one with the chocolate bits in it! and the whipped cream! and the drizzleââ
âoh fuck yeah how could i forget?â satoru made a turn, the shining glimmering lights of the festival and christmas trees coming into view and riling you both up in pure exhilaration. âi gulped down like four cups of those and then threw up in a bush.â
you laughed loudly and shook your head. âi forgot about thaaaattt! toru you always shove shit in your mouth and throw up we have got to work on thatââ
âno we donât!â he cheesed, reaching over and patting over your hairâ the smooth ribbon of your thin bows sliding underneath his palm. âi love sweets even if they hurt me. what doesnât kill you makes you stronger. where there is no struggle there is no strengthââ
âthe only strength i see is a man hunched over puking his guts out.â
âhey!â he pouted, pulling into the lot before parking and turning off the ignition, the both of you hopping out of the car and locking it as you walked towards the main entrance. âand iâll do it again so what.â
you giggled and interlocked your fingers with satoruâs. âsilly silly.â
the festival was livelyâ huge decorated christmas trees everywhere you went as twinkling fairy lights adorned every corner and direction of the lots premises, several open stands that continuously wafted chocolate and cinnamon and vanilla throughout the entire night that had satoru practically floating through the air following the scent, kids giggling and running around as the soft familiar tunes of christmas music hummed in the background.
âwhat do you want for christmas, sweets?â satoru asked while chowing down a giant sâmore.
âa kiss!â you quipped, giving him a cute silly look as you blew a bit of air over your steaming hot chocolate.
he stopped chewing.
âreally?â satoru spoke with his mouthful. âi can literally give that to you right now câmereââ
âno toru!â your cheeks buzzed a vibrant pink, completely flustered. âyouâre supposed to say a big fat no!â
ânow why the fuck would i do that...â he grumbled, shoulders slumping from disappointment as he took another big bite of his dessert.
you giggled, looking at him apologetically before standing on your tippy toes and licking a bit of melted chocolate from the corner of his mouth.
and he blinked at you, dumb and still as his cheeks copied the same exact shade as yours.
my god.
you were about to turn him into a freak.
âokay now you have to kiss me.â
âwhy?!â you laughed. âyou had chocolate on your face! i was helping you out.â
âyeah right you little minx.â he scarfed down the last bit of his sâmore and threw his little paper tray in the trash can behind him, putting his hands together and shaking off excess crumbs. âthatâs actually the most torturous thing you have ever done to me.â
âdramatic!â you exclaimed, laughs escaping you and increasing as you watched satoruâs flustered face pout and glare at you.
you breathed in deeply and settled down, standing up straight as you took a tiny sip of your hot chocolate and smiled. ânow i feel bad.â
âyou should.â
âcan you forgive me?â
ânot unless you kiss me.â
âtoru!â
âwhat?!â he pushed. âbaby itâs only fair! really! just once and thatâs it. a harmless peck nothing more we arenât doing anything crazier.â
you gnawed at your bottom lip in thought.
technically he was right⌠it was just one little peck, entirely harmless and cute and wouldnât have you both falling off of that thin tight rope you guys were still balancing off of.
this would only shake it a little⌠but then youâd be fine! right?
you were too far gone in the considerations of his proposal as you looked at his absolutely breathtaking blue eyes and face, somehow looking even more angelic as his pinky cold cheeks and nose and scarf covered neck did nothing but make you fall deeper in love with him than you already were.
how someone could look as good as satoru was beyond you.
âjustââ you peered up at him. âjust one peck okay?â
his eyes widened.
holy shit.
âyes!â he breathed out. âyes yes just one.â
âtoru.â you spoke sternly. âiâm serious.â
he frantically nodded, arms already snaking around your waist and bringing you in.
you both couldnât believe it.
you were about to have your very first kiss.
the two of you leaned in thenâ softly, timidly, afraid as satoruâs chocolate breath fanned against your nostrils and filled your lungs, lips coming closer and closer until they met in a simple, solid, tiny harmless peck.
satoru felt like his veins were about to pop and explode at the feeling of your delicate soft lips finally on his, the feeling actually fucking unreal as his fingertips went numb and his body tingled all over.
but it quickly became clear that it was not just one harmless peck.
because when it was supposed to be the time for you both to pull away, you and satoru only opened your mouths and kissed deeperâ eyelids blissfully closed as your lips smacked so slowly and tenderly, the two of you actively relishing in the moment and just drinking each otherâs mouths in as they moved and shifted, deep breaths through your noses as you daze-fully made out with the faint fuzzy sound of jingle bells and christmas music growing increasingly distant.
you tasted so sweet. just like heâd imagined.
but the moment came to and end when you both snapped your eyelids open in realization and released lips, pupils frantic and wide as you searched each otherâs eyes for any sign of anger since you both had slipped up and did way more than just a peck.
but there was nothing. obviously there was nothing like that as your shoulders relaxed simultaneously and bashful smiles crossed your faces.
âyou taste like chocolate.â he grinned.
you bit your bottom lip in a smile. âso do you.â
âtwins.â
âuh huh.â
âi love you.â
you stilled.
youâve told each other that thousands of times for years, since childhood.
youâve always said you loved each other and have both known it was laced with those unspoken feelings you had, and you accepted that for as long as you could remember.
but somehow⌠in someway⌠it just felt different this time around. profound. more serious.
âi love you.â you responded.
satoru smiled softly and leaned his forehead against yours, basking in each others authentic infatuation for a moment before pulling away.
âcan i get another sâmoreââ
âno!â
satoru ended up getting his second sâmore, and you surprisingly ended up partaking in satoru activities and downed three fucking cups of that hot chocolate you loved so much, your tummy full and about to literally burst, but not really giving a shit as you and him were having so much freaking funâ buying little christmas trinkets from the santa shop and building tiny snowmen in the snowy play area filled with a bunch of kids (satoru literally making a tiny dick for one of the snowman and you immediately destroying it and wacking him), even skating in the rink but purely just for enjoyment and not a single thought of what you do professionally crossing your minds.
you stayed there until it was nearly closing time, money absolutely spent from all the things you bought, but your souls happy and warm as you happily walked to the car so satoru could take you home.
on the drive there, you showcased all of the trinkets you both had bought, a particular one catching your eye that you remembered you hadnât shown satoru yet.
âoh! i got this oneââ you dug your hand in the white plastic bag and pulled out a little snow angel, beautiful and glossy as the angels face blushed and smiled. âat the santa shop!â
âitâs cute baby!â he smiled. âfor you?â
you shook your head. âi got it for aki. for the next time we visit her.â
his heart softened, nodding.
you and satoru tried your best to visit her grave as often as you possibly could, sometimes nearing four times a week to pay your respects and chat with her for a little while, filling her in a bit on your lives to bring back the feeling of what it was like to just talk to her in any way you could, like you had the fortune of doing once before.
âit kinda looks like her.. doesnât it?â he questioned, pointing to the figure.
âit does right!â you expressed. âthatâs why i got it⌠it reminded me of her.â
âsheâll love it.â he grinned, gently running the pad of his finger against your cold cheek before turning his attention back to the road.
you and satoru didnât mention the kiss again as you were funnily still in shock over it, but the butterflies in your stomachs and the sole memory of it did more than enough as you climbed into bed with an already snoring satoru, him sleeping over for the night (when was he not) as you nudged your way under his arm and cuddled yourself in his chest, his slumbered state pulling you in like muscle memory.
you both only had two more practices left before the international skating union competition. once there, you and satoru had to land a spot in the top three chosen by the national olympic committee to earn an official spot in competing for the olympics, a task that was already vigorous and exhausting and nerve wracking, but one you both were more than ready for.
general admittance to competing in the olympics was essentially fourteen years in the making, one that wouldnât have been possible in the first place if it wasnât for akira.
âi think we should add a spin to this lasso lift.â you suggested, you and satoru taking a break from running the routine and standing by the bleachers during practiceâ watching a recently recorded take of your choreography to point out mistakes that flew under your radars.
âa spin?â he asked. âhow sweets.â
âso when you lasso me around into the liftââ you rewinded the video and pointed. âsince youâre holding me up over your head and weâre balancing with our hands, i say you maybe push me up to kind of likeâ propel me to do a triple rotation spin back down.â
âand then from there i catch you?â
âyeah!â you nodded. âand weâre traveling across the ice.â
satoru pursed his lips. âthatâs kind of hard⌠you sure?â
âweâve done worse toru.â you laughed. âi feel like this would give us more points.â
âoh it definitely would.â he nodded. âokay baby.â
âyay!â you cheered. âletâs practice the lift and propel on the mats first because if not iâm gonna eat shit.â
satoru laughed and sat down on the bleachers with you, quickly taking off his skates before standing and kneeling in front of you, untying your laces and slipping your skates off for you as you cutely smiled, him feeling like your little hero and knight in shining armor even if it was for something so minuscule.
he loved doing things for you.
in the middle of you and satoru practicing the move on the mats, your mother came in through the front doors of the ice rink.
âhi!â she greeted, holding up two wide rectangular boxes. âyour costumes came in!â
âoh thank god!â you breathed out, satoru setting you down on your feet before you both ran to see. âi thought they werenât gonna come in on time!â
âare they cool?!â satoru tumbled out. âdo they scream please let me in the olympics?!â
you snorted and shoved his shoulder playfully as you unwrapped your boxes, your eyes shining in delight at the sight of your rhinestoned pale baby blue dress, a shade you purposefully picked out as it matched the color of satoruâs eyesâ you lifting it with your fingertips from the box and gushing.
you turned it around and held it up against your frame as satoru pulled his top outâ a white, tight long sleeved low cut v-neck button up that you already knew was gonna hug his yummy biceps so good, the thought of it making you bite the inside of your cheek as he checked over his black slacks.
your mother clasped her hands together, holding it to her mouth as her eyes gleamed over the two of you.
âi canât believe itâs happening now.â she spoke softly, you and satoru diverting your attention to her and smiling. âfor so long it was always just a distant thing you know? but now itâs here. actually.â
âfuck i know right.â you responded.
âlanguage, y/n.â
âbut iâm twenty!â you whined, pouting as satoru snickered behind you.
your mother rolled her eyes and cupped yours and satoruâs chins under her hands.
âgood luck next week, alright? i know you guys will sweep.â she pushed. âmake aki proud.â
the smiles on your faces grew, nodding as she squeezed your chins and released.
âoh! satoruââ your mother picked up her jacket and swung her purse over her shoulder. âyour mom wonât be home for the night her trip got extended until tomorrow⌠you can sleep over at our house if you want so youâre not over there alone? or y/n can stay with you?â
âoh okay!â he spoke kindly. âthank you for letting me know!â
she smiled and nodded, hugging you both goodbye before leaving the rink.
your head whipped in his direction.
âtoru if i sleep over at your house we can watch horror movies and actually scream as loud as we want without worrying about waking anybody up.â
his eyes bulged open. âoh my god youâre right! dibs i get to chooseââ
âfuck!ââ
by the end of practice you and satoru mastered the addition you added into the lasso lift, performing it beautifully on the ice over and over again until it was like simple reflex, calling it a day after a while and packing your things up to drive to satoruâs house.
you both took turns stepping in the shower to get rid of the sticky sweat that lingered on your skin, changing into comfy pajamas after as you tiredly settled in satoruâs big comfy bedâ him flicking through his selection of horror movies and debating which one to pick.
âdo you wanna watch something gory or just horror.â
âgory!â you perked up. âi need to work on not being so queasy.â
âbut you seem fine when i throw up?â
âthatâs because iâm used to it.â you laughed, head resting on his shoulder as he picked a movie and threw his remote somewhere across the bed, his arm coming to wrap around your tummy and pull you in.
it wasnât like the selection mattered anyways, because fifteen minutes into the movie you were already falling asleep, hand resting on satoruâs torso as he continued to watch itâ for some reason still wide awake even after skating for hours.
your sleepy sudden movements from your hand made him weirdly stiffen and relax every single time, your brows furrowing at the feeling and eyes fluttering open when he wouldnât stop doing it.
âtoru⌠are you still ticklish?â you mumbled sleepily.
he stiffened again.
âno.â he answered softly. âwhy..?â
you lazily grinned.
âyouuu suureee?â
terror struck him as he sensed exactly what the fuck you were about to do.
âplease spare me please spare meââ
you jumped on him and tickled his entire upper body, satoru laughing and gasping as he smacked your hands away and twisted and turned, his strong grip making it hard for you to tickle him at one point as you stubbornly swung a leg over his waist and settled over his lap, attacking him while he yelped and screamed.
âbaby!â he gasped. âbaby please! have some mercy is this how much i mean to you?!â
you giggled and finally stopped, hands retracting as you settled them on your hips. âthatâs what you get for lying to me.â
âi was lying for my safety.â
âuh huh.â
you both grinned, satoruâs eyes occasionally flickering down to you straddling his lap with your pretty plushy thighs and blushing, trying to keep his gaze on yours to refrain himself from doing something a little too mental and weird.
but it was too fucking late, because it took no time at all for the blood to rush to his pathetic dick and harden.
surprisingly though, you were the one that was mentalâ the feeling of his cock against your clit undeniable as the uncomfortable shifts of satoruâs waist only stimulated it against your little nub and made you bite down hard on your bottom lip, shaky breaths leaving your mouth as it was getting harder and harder for you to restrain yourself from satoruâs godlike existence.
and your body was just not listening as you timidly rolled your hips over his crotchâ your short shorts criminally thin as you felt just how big satoruâs length was, mouth watering as your palms timidly settled over his chest for stability, grinding on his cock harder.
satoruâs eyes were blown out as he watched you do something soâ so lewd, his mind wandering if you were fully and properly there as something like this was absolutely breaking your unspoken rule, and you were more strict about it than he was.
but he didnât want you to stop. god no.
at this point, you and satoru were off that metaphorical tight rope and hanging on by two handsâ having both failed at keeping each other balanced as you rolled and rolled your hips deliciously on his dick, his chest quickly rising and falling at the feeling of your warm pussy over his groin and at the sight of you using him to get yourself off.
your little needy mewls made his hands tremble as he threw his head back on the pillow, eyes pathetically fucked out over something so simple.
âfuck me..â satoru groaned, hands coming up to rub over his face as his hips lifted to meet your grinding.
him doing that broke you out of your haze and you stiffened, satoru taking his hands away from his face with pinched brows at the sudden halt.
what happened?
âokay!â you laughed nervously, an alarmed expression as you swung your leg off of his lap and scrambled under the covers, pulling it completely over you as you shamefully looked anywhere and everywhere but satoru.
but he was out of it.
undoubtedly out of it now that you did what you did⌠wanting more, wanting all of you as he snatched the covers off of your frame and you squeaking as a result.
âwhyâd you stop.â he whispered, thumb raising to trace your bottom lip.
âi donâtâ i donât know what youâre talking aboutââ
âyes you doââ
âabsolutely notââ
âi want you.â he cut you off. âi want you bad and i know you want me too so letâs justâ letâs just do this once, okay? once please just to see what itâs like and itâll never happen again.â
your eyes remained wide as you looked at his desperate frantic ones, his hands already kneading at your waist and thighs.
he was entrancing you into his proposal again, exactly the same way as when you both kissed for the first time at the festival as he leaned down and nibbled at your jaw, slotting himself in between your legs.
âdoâ do what?â
âfuck.â he mumbled, rolling his hips down on your pussy rough and you gasping at the sensation of his big cock against your clit again.
you whimpered as he rutted into you, hands flying to squeeze his biceps as his wet mouth moved down to your neck, licking and gnawing as he waited for your response.
âbut isnât thatââ you stifled a moan. âisnât that too far toru?ââ
âplease baby please.â he picked his head up and looked at you. âjust once i swear once so we see what itâs like and get it out of our systems and never do it again. i promise.â
he needs to kiss you right fucking now.
your eyes fluttered closed as he continued to hump you, licking your lips as you weakly tried to look into his eyes.
âyou swear?â you breathed out. âswear it just once and thatâs itââ
âi swear i swear i swearââ
âokay then fuck me toru pleaseââ
satoru nearly cried as he ripped himself away from you to frantically pull off his shirt and pants, him slapping your hands away when you tried to take off your own clothes as he wanted to do it himselfâ lifting your shirt over your head and downright tearing your shorts in half as he flung them down and across the room, your little pink bra and panties set actually turning him into a complete mess as he hovered back over you and shoved his tongue in your mouth.
you still tasted just as sweet as he remembered.
âbeen dreaming ofââ mmpfâ âkissing you since you let me, sweets.â
âyeah?â your lips moved sloppily with his as you snuck a hand in your panties and dipped your fingers in your pussy, collecting your arousal. âyou missed me toru?â
âuh huh.â he breathed hotly against your lips, hand coming to slide underneath your bra to cup your bare tit. âevery fucking night iâd jerk my dick dry thinking about it.â
his words made your clit twitch as you pushed him off your lips.
âopen your mouth.â
satoru did as told without a peep and opened it with his tongue out, your hands coming out from your panties as you reached up and slipped your fingers in his mouth, his lips closing in and sucking everything you had to give him as he salvaged up your arousal.
âfuckââ he released your fingers. âis this from your pussy baby?â
âmhm.â you moaned.
your arousal was even sweeter.
âmy godââ he grabbed your wrist and licked a long stripe up your palm. âyou dirty fucking thing mâgonna have to taste for myself and see.â
you gasped. âwhat?â
satoru sat up and pulled your wet panties down your legs, biting down on his tongue hard at the sight of your angelic bare cunt before him, slick and shiny and pretty as you unclasped your bra and spread your legs for himâ eager and ready and not a single other thought in your brain besides the one that was screaming for satoru to stick his dick inside you.
âtoruuuu!â you whined. âquit staring and fuck me.â
his cock pulsed.
âpatience sweets, i wanna taste you first.â
you expected satoru to just lower himself down and shove his head in between your thighs, but you were dead fucking wrong as he stood, grabbed your waist and yanked you high up, sitting you on his shoulders as you squealed and gripped his hair.
âwait toru isnât this uncomfortable iââ
he scoffed. âfuck no. iâve been lifting you my whole life baby this is nothing.â
your speech lodged itself in your throat as you felt his tongue lap at your folds and clit, slobbering and filthy as he ate and scarfed you down just like his usual daily sweets, you by far his absolute favorite as he slurped your little pussy up and made you squeal and moan.
satoru walked over to the wall and leaned you up against it, taking your thighs off of his shoulders and placing his hands underneath as he propped you up and spread your legs wider, your jaw dropping at his slimy tongue flicking and him slabbering his mouth side to side rapidly until your legs shook and you saw stars.
âtoruââ
he grunted, tongue prodding at your hole and you jumping.
âi thinkâ i think iâm gonna cum and iââ pant âi donât wannaââ
satoru separated his mouth from your pussy with a squelch and looked up, smiling big.
âtoo bad!â
âbutââ
he spit on your cunt and you gasped.
âi said too bad.â
he dipped back in and fully devoured you as you mewled, messier as he slushed his tongue all over and youâd never experienced something like this, something that felt so fucking good as you started cumming all over his face in record speed regardless of how hard you were trying to hold back.
âyummy.â
he let go and you dropped down as he quickly caught you, turning and throwing you on his bed as he climbed over youâ wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking as he kissed and swallowed your lips up again.
âyou want me to make love to you or fuck you?â he slopped against your mouth before pulling back, yours and his eyes fluttering open to look at each other.
your legs were still shaking by the eat out he gave you seconds before, finding it hard to get your words together as his handsome deluded face stared at you.
âiâ umââ
he placed his lips next to your ear.
âyou want me to fuck you like my wife or fuck you like a little slut? or both?â
âboth toru pleaseââ
he grinned, coming back up as he parted your legs further open and lined his leaky tip with your hole.
âi can do both!â
satoru pushed himself in and you choked, hands clasping over your mouth as you felt him bully his big cock through and leave you a blabbering crying mess under himâ his chest heaving at the warmth and softness and stickiness of your cute gummy walls, his years of imagining and theorizing how youâd feel wrapped around his dick all completely debunking themselves at the real feeling as you whimpered and clenched your hole.
âjesus christââ he shivered, swallowing thickly as his trembling fingers settled on your waist, him slowly reeling his hips back before pumping in. âyouâreâ youâre warm.â
you dropped your hands and wiped your cheeks as you hiccuped, the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your walls incandescently euphoric as you embarrassingly already felt yourself wanting to cum again when he had just stuck his dick inside of youâ you wanting to ride out this moment for a bit longer and not finish so quickly like you had done on his mouth.
âam i being too mean pretty?â he huffed, thrusts now quick and curt as he gripped your bouncing tits and pinched your perking nipples, the sight of your little tears shamefully turning him on.
you frantically shook your head and tried to clear your brain. ânâno!ââ
âgood.â he smiled, a little crazed as he let go of your boobs, placed his hands on the backside of your thighs and pushed your knees up to your chest, picking up speed as you squealed and whimpered, utterly taken aback by how rough satoru was being considering the fact that he was such a goofy and kind and loving person on the daily.
oh⌠what years worth of pent up sexual frustration can do to a man.
satoru whined as you milked his dick, wheezing as he hammered his hips up and slapped against your skin, your body jolting and bouncing uncontrollably as his bed squeaked loud and obnoxiously.
thank god his mother wasnât home.
âiâve wanted this iâve wanted this iâve wanted thisââ satoru babbled, his critical thinking out the fucking window as he just tumbled out totally random but honest confessions as your ears eagerly drank up every word and made your hole tighten.
âyeah?â pant âfâfor how long baby?â
âfor so longââ he whined loudly, fucking you faster as your mouth hung open and you gripped his wrists for support. âyouâre everything iâve ever wâwantedââ
âiâ iâve only ever wanted you toruâ fuck! youâre big.â you moaned, loving the way a huge deranged smile spread across his face as his hips pistoned into you and his hands pinned you down.
âcum on my dick baby please cum on my dick i want it i want itââ
your toes curled and you squealed, vision flashing white as you let out a high pitched scream at the intense buzzing feeling, your bodies hot and sticky and wet as satoru leaned over and shoved his lips in your ear.
âcan iâ can i cum inside?â he choked through gritted teeth as he came close to spilling his seed. âplease i wanna cum insideââ
âbut mânot on the pillââ
âplease please baby i beg youââ hah! âi donât wanna cum anywhere elseââ
your eyes fluttered shut at his words and you quickly nodded, his hand cupping your face as he thrusted in one last time and pumped his cum entirely inside you without an ounce of hesitation for the consequences, his horny mind actually crazed and solidifying that there was no fucking way in hell he was gonna accept just friends from this point forward.
what a stupid thought.
âmmmâŚâ you slowly moved your hips a little, feeling his cum all inside your ravished walls as you licked your lips. âyour cum feels hot toru.â
not even warm, hot as it slushed and moved inside you with every movement you made, some of it dribbling and coating your outer folds as you bit your bottom lip into a smile and craned your head up to his neck, nibbling and giving satoru tiny kitten licks as he trembled and struggled to stay afloat and not give out his upper arm strengthâ trying to prevent himself from squishing you.
satoru pressed a soft tender kiss to your cheek then before sitting up and delicately sliding his dick out, running a soothing hand over your tummy as he did so and giving you a lazy smile.
he suddenly raised his pinky to you.
âbirds of a feather?â he murmured, other hand running from your stomach over to your thighs now as he just lovingly felt you up, you smiling with rosy cheeks as you linked your little pinky with his.
âbirds of a feather.â
you both kissed your thumbs and locked your promise, deciding then that you should probably shower once more before getting into bed to officially sleepâ but deciding to shower together as you softly and steamily made out under the misty hot running water, body and mind relaxed as you just swallowed in the ambience of each other, you both not only holding on to your metaphorical tight rope with one hand now, but it actually on the verge of snapping as a whole and sending you both free falling.
and for the next couple of days, you and satoru were feral.
years and years of doing fucking nothing with pure restraint and fantasizing did a number on you both as any chance you got you were making out on your bed, his bed, and even in satoruâs car after your lecturesâ your hand teasingly going lower and lower until youâd shove a hand in his pants to pull his dick out and pump, your body leaning across the console and mouth going down to bob and suck as he moaned and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail to guide you and your pretty bows and fuck your mouth just to hear the sounds of you choking, eyes from time to time frantically looking around to see if no one was around as you blowed him.
and you did that basically all of the time for the next three days until the final practice just before the international skating union competition, satoru physically unable to leave you alone and unscathed as he constantly pinned you down to eat your pussy or suckle on your soft tits, his hand tightly clasped over your mouth in your room when your moans would get too loud as he fingered you, his long fingers squelching and abusing your cunt until you were finishing all over his hands again and again.
but you two having actual sex didnât happen again apart from that nightâ satoru a man of his word since he promised you would only do it once⌠unfortunately. but that didnât mean you couldnât do other things, right?
except by the final practice, satoru was absolutely fucked off at the fact that neither of you had brought up the potentiality of being more than just friends, especially after doing all of those lewd acts.
he was so sick of it.
and so were you, quite frankly, but instead of being completely over it like satoru, you were afraid⌠afraid of what could happen and the possibility of losing him if you both indulged, if you let yourselves put your freaking careers on the line.
and satoru was the one person you couldnât bear to lose. not ever.
âwe look good sweets!â satoru cheesed, rotating around in the ice rinks dressing room mirrors as you had your costumes on for dress rehearsal and refinements, both of you glittering and shiny and looking like a professional ice skating pair as you examined yourself, readjusting your straps and hugging your torso.
âcold.â you shivered. âmaybe i shouldâve had it as a long sleeve⌠shit.â
he laughed and placed his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down quickly to create frictional heat as you smiled at him gratefully. ânah, itâs cute like this! youâll warm up once we run it a few times on the ice.â
you nodded, the both of you walking out of the dressing room and to the rink, skillfully putting on your skates before pushing yourself on the ice and gliding across.
âcan you show me the uhââ satoru looked to the side in thought once he was on the ice in front of you. âthe part where we skate in unison and have our arms up in an L? itâs in the chorus of our musicââ
âoh!â you nodded and skated a bit away from him to demonstrate.
âi just wanna see if my form matches yours and we look clean.â he smiled. âand then show me the triple axel after that.â
you gave him a cute thumbs up and pushed yourself off, gliding gracefully and smoothly across the ice as satoru was supposed to be watching you to try and fix his form, but finding himself transfixed once again by the way you seamlessly skated with no sense of struggling effortâ arms poised and flowy as your dress moved and fluttered with every twist and turn until you gradually propelled yourself up into the triple axel and landed correctly without a slip or wobble.
the level of difficulty and technicality you skated reminded him of akiraâ but your style, your movement, and the way you carried yourself was entirely your own.
you made figure skating look beautiful.
you were beautiful.
you slowed down on the ice and skated over to satoru.
âwere you able to see? did you match me?ââ
âyou skate just like her.â satoru spoke softly, and you faltered.
he didnât need to clarify who he was talking about, as you always knew.
âyouâre just saying that.â you pursed your lips to keep yourself from smiling, or crying, you didnât know.
but a compliment like that meant the absolute world to you.
âiâm not.â he shrugged, skating over to you and taking your hands as he glided with you to starting position. âyou always have baby. and i know thatâs what youâve always wanted. iâm sorry i donât say it enough.â
your eyes softened. âtoru thatâs not something to be sorry about at allâŚâ
satoru was so kind.
you both skated together and ran the choreography a couple of times, spinning simultaneously and satoru lifting you again and again throughout the routine and still performing your lasso spinning lift successfully, arms around his shoulders and faces close as the wind whipped through both of your costumes and hair from traveling across the ice at such a speed before coming to a sudden choreographed halt at the end of your number.
you had slid down satoruâs body to plant your blades back on the ice when he had enough.
âplease stick your tongue in my mouth.â
you choked on your spit and slapped a hand over your mouth.
âtoru no! absolutely not we canât anymore okayââ
âwhat are we.â
you froze.
âhuh?â
âwhat are we.â he repeated, eyes dead locked on yours and hard. âare we together? are we not? are we friends? what are weââ
âweâreâ weâre friends toruââ
âoh fuck no.â he let you go and created a little bit of space between you. âdonât give me that shit weâre not friends.â
âwâwell we canâtââ
âiâm your man.â he stated firmly. âiâm your man iâve been your man for years and iâm tired of avoiding this sweets! it sucks!â
âweâre putting everything at risk if we do toru we canât!â
âiâm your man.â
âno youâre notââ
he cut you off. âyour mouth has been on my dick. weâve had sex. weâve kissed weâve made out weâve told each other i love you if that doesnât tell you that weâre together then what the actual fuck?!â
âoh my god toru i know i know!â you groaned, hugging yourself as you anxiously looked at him. âwhat happens if we break up? huh? what do we do?â
he shook his head. âwe wonât.â
âyou donât know that.â you laughed bitterly. âif that happens we lose each other satoru understand that. we break birds of a feather, we ruin our careers, and we ruin us.â
âfirst of allââ he started. âour birds of a feather promise is to stick together, keep each other safe, and not seperate or fight, is it not?â
âitâ it isââ
âso do you really think if we continue to keep each other in this fuck ass limbo of friends that we arenât already breaking that?â he threw his arms out in emphasis. âwe have never been just friends. iâve known you for fourteen fucking years and we have never been just that.â
you blinked back tears.
âi promise you babyââ he slid closer to you and cupped your cheeks. âthat we wonât leave each other. i will fight and try every single damn day to make sure that that shit never happens even though i already know it wonât because youâve been made for me since birth and we havenât separated since weâve met.â
satoru wiped your cheeks. âbut i also promise you, that if we continue as just friends, we will break. weâre gonna string each other along so fucking much that weâre gonna go absolutely insane and drive each other away. that is for certain.â
âbutâ skatingââ
âi donât give an ever living fuck.â he spat funnily and you laughed through your tears. âskating is nothing without you. all the trophies and medallions and the god damn olympics itself with that gold medal is nothing without you. i would give that shit up in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you in my life in exchange.â
âand i would do the same for you toru!â you sobbed, his arms immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you in as you sniffled and hiccuped into his chest, him kissing the side of your head repeatedly and soothing a hand down your back.
âdonât cry pretty i didnât meant to make you cry...â he mumbled, cheek mushed up against your head as your shoulders shook, a huge disgusting pit of guilt in his stomach. âfine itâs okay we can be just friends for a bit longer please donât cryââ
âno!â you sputtered, pushing him back a little to face him. âi donât wanna be just friends anymore either toru⌠it hurts me so much.â
âit does?â he asked softly and you nodded.
âit hurts me too.â
satoru wiped your remaining tears again and fixed the little bows in your hair, a soft liberated smile on his face as he reached down to cup your cheeks and bring your perfect lips to his, kissing you lovingly as the both of you felt like you could finally rest and stop ridiculously hiding your love in the shadows after so many years.
the thin tight rope that you had both been toppling over and rebalancing and holding onto to keep the other from falling, had finally snapped in two, and you and satoru were now in the darkest depths of the truth of what you both were.
except it wasnât dark at all.
it was light and airy and heavenly, and you wondered why you had been so afraid when there was nothing to be afraid of in the first place, since the one you were falling with was satoru.
silly.
he pulled apart and looked at you, his striking blue eyes and white fluffy hair especially beautiful.
âtomorrowââ he began. âweâre gonna absolutely destroy everyone else there and land a spot in the top three, and then after iâm gonna take you out on a nice dinner and buy every single fucking dessert off the menu, and then iâm gonna ask you to be my girlfriend. okay baby?â
you giggled then, the brightest rosy cheeks on display from the both of you as you eagerly nodded and threw your arms around his neck.
and tomorrow could not come soon enough, because not only were you looking forward to making your dreams a reality and competing against other figure skating pairs from around the world and the olympics itself, but also the thought of officially being satoruâs after years of wishing on little stars and day dreaming about what that would be like for hours on end.
until the moment was here. happening.
the indoor arena was electric and rowdy the minute the competition commenced, you and satoru in absolute awe of the energetic atmosphere as many individuals in the crowd waved their banners or screamed their loved ones names, an ambience very similar to the olympics as you both watched pair after pair perform their hardwork and dedication on the ice, goosebumps on your skin as you fidgeted and jittered.
out of twenty of your countries competing pairs, only three of you would be chosen for the olympics.
and you hoped to god you and satoru would be chosen.
âweâre almost up baby.â satoru patted your head, sitting on a bench in your designated area. âi think itâs two more pairs then itâs us.â
you nodded, nerves closing up your throat as your eyes darted over the rink.
satoru frowned.
âhey.â he placed a hand on your thigh, suddenly wanting to rip your nylon tights off so you could actually feel his skin on yours. âyou nervous sweets?â
you nodded again, and he gave you a silly grin.
âdonât be! youâre literally akira the second. weâll be fine!â
you laughed lightly and leaned your head on his shoulder.
âand even if we donât land a spot, thatâs fine too.â he kissed your head. âitâs our first year anyways⌠weâll know the game for next time and weâll try harder.â
you picked your head up and smiled at him, his words settling your nerves just as soon as the last remaining pair took their places on stage, yours and satoruâs turn right after.
what you didnât know, was that satoru was just as nervous as you.
but he knew you needed a rock and someone to comfort youâ wanting to swoop in like a little hero and save you again⌠so he kept it hidden.
âfuck i almost forgot!â satoru jumped up and dug into his duffel bag, pulling out a roll of pale baby blue ribbon that matched your dress exactly. âyou told me you didnât have ribbon that matched your costume so i went and tried to look.â
he held it out for you cutely on his palm.
âdoes this one match?â
you picked up the roll, astonished and mushy inside that satoru actually went out of his way to find this specific ribbon color for you because you had expressed how unhappy you were with the darker shade you had, your eyes looking up at him in complete adoration.
âoh my goodnessâ thank you toru!â
you quickly undid the bows in your hair and slipped off the former ribbon, digging through your duffel bag for scissors and cutting off pieces from the new ribbon before looping them through your hair and tying, not needing a mirror since youâve done it for as long as you could remember.
satoruâs cheeks went pink as he looked at your new pretty bows.
âdoes they look okay?â
âbeautiful.â he responded, pecking your lips before taking your hand and leading you to the entrance of the rink.
âokayââ you breathed out. âthis is it.â
âwhat kind of food do you think theyâll have at the dinner place we pickedââ
âtoru!â you giggled. ânot now!â
he smiled sheepishly at you before leaning his forehead against yours.
you stuck your pinky out.
âbirds of a feather?â
satoru grinned and looped his pinky with yours.
âbirds of a feather baby.â
you both kissed your thumbs and once again, locked your promise.
the announcer over the speakers iterated your names and your country as you and satoru glided across the ice poised and graceful with your arms up, waving at the crowd and giving your mothers a special frantic wave before moving to starting position, unknowing of the way several other pairs and the judges themselves murmured about your reputation and your association with akira.
and you hoped she was watching over you both now. somewhere.
the music begun, contemporary and lyrical as you and satoru slid across the rink, already impressive and entertaining as you performed moves and lifts right off the bat, the sounds of your blades scraping against the ice oddly keeping you in time with your choreography as the number went on.
and you and satoru were feeding off of each other, the chemistry undeniable to a strangers eye that had no idea of your story as you conveyed passion through your expressions, each technical movement bleeding with the fact that you both had been olympic level trained since the age of fourteen and fifteen.
you were halfway through your routine now, the lasso lift coming up next as satoru harbored in his strength so he could properly propel you into that newly added spin.
you skated around him and he lifted you up into the air, the crowd cheering and excited at your beautiful remarkable forms.
except satoruâs hands were slippery.
why?
nerves. he quickly deemed it nerves as he had no time to deliberate since it was almost time to propel you up into the spin, his mind already racing over the fact that the slip in his hands was hindering his strength to keep you up there, and he worried that if he pushed you up, it wouldnât be enough and youâd come tumbling downâ hurting yourself.
but satoru had zero time to decide again as he went with protocol and pushed you up as hard as he possibly could and prayed you would go into your triple axel spin successfully and that heâd catch you.
but the minute that he did, the force yanked him back and his skates flew up in front of him, you falling down and your thigh hitting something sharp before you both went slamming to the groundâ sliding apart from each other on the ice.
the crowd screamed and gasped in terror, sounds you were all too familiar with to what you heard three years ago filling both your fuzzy minds as satoru struggled to get back up, his head turning slowly around to see if you were okay and just sore like himâ
until he saw your limp body on your side, your back to him with blood slowly pooling out on the ice and staining your pretty blue dress.
satoru scrambled up and skated straightaway in a panic to you before sliding on his knees as he reached you, turning you over and paling as he saw you were unresponsive and out fucking cold.
âbaby?â he shook you. âheyâ babyââ
nothing.
why werenât you answering him? why werenât you awake?
his brain flashed images of akiraâs body the day that she died, suffocating deja vu as the way you looked when he saw you like that on your side was a carbon copy of her from three years ago, his chest picking up speed as you continued to lay limp even after he shook you desperately numerous times like a madman.
and why was there so much blood?
blood that looked sickly bright red against the white ice, blood that stained his sleeves and shirt and hands as he held you up and supported your head, and blood that wouldnât stop fucking oozing out of your leg as he trembled.
âheyâ hey can you hear me?â satoru tapped your cheek rapidly, shaking you gently again with horrified eyes and still not getting a response.
âfuck! why is this happening this isnât supposed to happenââ
how could he be your hero? how could he stop the blood and wake you up? how could heâ how could he fix this how could he take it all back how could he fix thisâ
âno no no baby pleaseââ he sobbed. ânot like aki baby not like her manââ
he shook you again, your head lolling to the side as ifâ as if you wereâ
no.
âbabyâ birds of a feather right? birds of a feather we have to stick together you canâtâ you canât leave right?â he cried, chest heaving and vision blurry and you just felt so cold.
âyouâre not leaving youâre not leaving me please not like aki please godââ he cradled you up to his chest in his arms and rocked. âyou canât leave me youâre all i know and i donât wanna know anything else please babyââ
satoruâs frantic repeated heartbroken wailing echoed throughout the arena as the crowd erupted and moved around in hysteria, him still rocking you in his arms as he turned his head with terrified bloodshot eyes to look at both of your mothers, yours hunched over in a fit of screams and cries as his had her hands in her hair in utter disbelief and tears.
âfuck what do i do!â he sobbed, legs shakily standing as he slipped one arm under your back and the other under your knees, picking your limp body up as he saw a huge group of paramedics run over to him on the ice as he carried you over.
âhelpââ hic! âhâhelp me pleaseââ
why couldnât satoru be your hero when it mattered most?
several of them lowered the stretcher and took you from him, laying your lifeless self on it before hoisting you up and swiftly carrying you away, all of it horrifyingly and painfully similar to akiraâs inevitable death.
were you gone?
satoru looked down and saw your baby blue ribbons on the ice, wet and stained with blood, once perfect bows in your pretty hair when he had you awake and breathing.
were you breathing? had you hit your head?
he couldnât remember.
he couldnât remember anything but your unresponsiveness, the way your skin was colder than the ice itself as he picked up your ribbons and looked at them in his handsâ and the way your blood stretched over for what looked like miles and was still there.
in front of him. taunting him.
was the world so cruel as to take you too?
it wouldnât. it couldnât.
youâd never done anything wrong. youâd never treated anybody indifferently as you were sweet and beautiful and talented, always in servitude of othersâ in servitude of him as you taught him how to ice skate when you didnât need to at six years old, you already kind and gentle at that young age when you couldâve easily shooed him away like a little bug and told him to fuck off.
and throughout your life too, as he was well aware he was an annoying dramatic piece of shit that whined and cried and ate your stashes of sweets all of the timeâ but you always just giggling and looking at him with adoration in your eyes, with your cheeky smile, with the little ribbon bows in your hair he loved so fucking much.
oh how he wished he didnât always take your sweets at that moment. how he wished he wasnât always an annoying blockhead and made you mad at times with his persistent personality and neediness as he stood there frozen in the rink staring at your bloodâ dark now and dull, wishing it was him instead of you.
you were knocked out for five days at the hospital.
you and satoru also didnât make it into the top three at the international skating union competition.
you shouldâve, as your score was already higher than any other pair there and only halfway through the routine tooâ but thatâs precisely why you got knocked out.
if you had finished your number, you wouldâve landed in the top three, but it ending halfway cut off the opportunity for accumulating more points, and eventually another pair surpassed your halfway score by two points.
but satoru didnât give a shit. fuck the olympics and fuck the international skating union while your body laid still on the hospital bed for hours on end, him refusing to leave your side as he sat there and stared off into space with nothing in his head but hatred for himself as it was his fault that this happened and his blade that sliced youâ eyes red and sunken and tired and refusing to eat or drink.
you had hit your head on the ice, but thankfully the trauma wasnât anywhere near the severity of akiraâs, it only inducing a strong concussion and sending you flying out of consciousness upon impact.
but it was the loss of blood that was the problem.
you had lost so much, too much of it.
it made you weak and frail and unable to do much and satoru worried that thatâs what was going to take away your fighting chance of survival.
âyou should go home satoruâŚâ your mother sighed, standing by the door of your hospital room, her own eyes red and swollen.
he shook his head no silently.
âsheâll still be here⌠you need to eat something or sleep please. you look awful.â
satoru smiled weakly and shook his head again.
âmâfine.â
your mother pursed her lips to the side and she sighed again, nodding.
âiâll come by early in the morning, alright?â
he hummed, giving her a tiny wave as she left and closed the door behind her.
satoru had brought a roll of pink ribbon from your little white box in your room, unrolling the pieces he chose and lifting his hands, taking the ends of your hair and trying to tie little thin bows the way you always did, but huffing softly in irritation when they just looked like shit.
he undid the one he was working on and settled for feeling the material of the ribbon between his thumbs instead.
satoru brought you bouquets everyday too.
sometimes three at a time as he continuously swapped out old flowers and replaced them with new ones, changed their water and poured fresh quantities into each vase to keep them alive, and often picked some more from the hospital garden when he went down to get some fresh air for a minuteâ the least he could do for nearly killing you.
and satoru had a lot of time to think while he waited for you to wake upâ bitter and resentful at the world for letting him sit there healthy while you were out, so much so that he started thinking stupid shit like how he wished you wouldâve forgotten him and dismissed his yapping dreams about ice skating when you met so you wouldâve been an independent skater instead, so you then wouldnât have gotten hurt by his idiocy and you wouldnât be laying in a hospital bed like you were now.
or swapped places. him instead of you so he could beat up the fucks that took akira away and beat up zeus orâ or aphrodite or whoever the fuck that was responsible for keeping him from you so he could come back to you⌠unsure if you were doing the same thing as he stared at your resting face.
you shouldâve just left him behind.
but he was sleeping when you woke.
arms propped up and crossed next to you on the hospital bed, his cheek mushed up on them and face to the side as you blinked your eyes open and was straight up confused, not a single memory of the incident flitting through your mind⌠until it did.
and it hit you bad.
your mind reeled with a pounding headache, tears prickling your eyes at the events that plagued through your mindâ a part of you knowing there was absolutely no way you and satoru made top three and gutted about it, feeling shaken from the memory alone of you falling and hitting the ice.. but grateful.
grateful to be alive, for you knew akira wasnât as lucky.
was it because of her that you had lived? had she pulled some strings to change your fate?
your eyes trailed down to a sleeping peaceful satoru, your gaze softening at how tired and broken he looked, bags dark and purple as he snored away next to you, your hand lifting and delicately settling over his fluffy white hair as you smiled that he was here next to youâ caressing.
satoru shot up wide awake then as you jumped and retracted your hand, the both of you alarmed and frantic.
âbaby?â he grabbed your hand and felt around it, feeling warmth for once as he stood up straight and shoved back one of the sleeves of his hoodie.
âyouâre awake? are you actually?ââ he pinched his arm hard over and over and you giggled.
you giggledâ the sound filling his ears and lifting an undeniable dark ton off of his shoulders as he relaxed, tears automatically brimming his eyes.
âi thought i fucking killed you sweets.â his voice shook, arms gently coming around you and pulling you into an embrace.
âkilled me?â you frowned. âtoru what are you talking aboutââ
âoh god you have amnesiaââ
âno!â you laughed. âwhat do you mean by almost killed me? you didnât do anything.â
âi did everything.â he spoke flatly. âi fucked up that lasso lift. i pushed you up too hard and we fell. i cut you with my blade i made you bleedââ
âtoru that was an accident.â you pulled back and your chest hurt over the devastated look on his face, wiping his tears and kissing his nose. ârememberâ akiâs partner felt just like this and we had to tell him too it was an accident. you canât control something like that. at all. itâs just unfortunate circumstance.â
âi know but i still feel likeââ he wiped his eyes and swallowed. âi still feel like i couldâve done something different. it shouldâve been me and not you and i shouldâveââ
âtoru donât even donât think about things like that.â you shook your head. âthere wasnât anything you couldâve done, baby. and thatâs okay.â
you gently scooched over on the bed and patted the spot next to yours, satoru immediately climbing and settling in, clinging on to you as he placed his head on your chest with his arm firm but careful around your waist, suddenly feeling how exhausted he actually was from the days he spent restless.
you couldnât have imagined the pain satoru mustâve gone through waiting for you to wake up. you didnât know how he even fucking managed as you wouldâve been torn into bits and pieces not knowing if he was going to live or not, looking at his limp bloody body the way he had to look at yours and it reminding you of the event that brought you both the most trauma and grief.
you couldnât believe you almost went out the same way.
satoru confirmed your thoughts later and filled you in on the results of the international skating union competition, rubbing salt into the wound a little more upon learning that you landed fourth, nearly there as you couldnât help but cry a bit in your hospital bed when he told you that you couldâve had a spot, satoru hugging you and reassuring you that youâd both have your shot at it in the next four years.
your family was relieved that you were awake, tons of people piling in and giving you sweets and food that satoru hungrily eyed and gawked over, you laughing and passing him the ones he particularly enjoyed most as you conversed with your relatives.
and recovery was thankfully easyâ doctors orders being just you taking it light and being careful not to bonk your head against anything, as well as taking care of the laceration on your legâ changing the bandage frequently every morning and night, satoru insisting he help you with that and with many other things that you needed as he tried to make up for what he still thought was his fault.
two weeks had gone by of just rest and peace and no figure skating, thinking you and satoru deserved this break, but also secretly petrified of stepping on the ice again after what had happenedâ neither of you wanting to hurt the other as you avoided the topic of training for the meantime at all costs.
âmaybe we should work at a water park.â you suggested one day, the two of you seated on a park bench through the chilly mid january air as you shared a plate of chocolate drizzled strawberries you got from some nice lady and her fruit stand. âbe lifeguards!â
âoh hell no!â he spoke with his mouthful before swallowing, readjusting the black round sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. âyou think iâm gonna be fine with watching random old men savoring after my wife in her little red bikini while iâm off saving some drowning kid? oh no thank you. let the kid drown.â
âtoru!â you laughed, smacking his shoulder. âokay then what else?â
âjanitors.â
you shrugged. âi like to clean. sometimes.â
âand your entire body is covered in those jumpsuits no stinky old men looking atââ
satoruâs phone buzzed against his jeans and he paused and pulled it out as you giggled, him barely glancing at the caller i.d before answering.
âhello?â
you mindlessly carried on plopping strawberries in your mouth and chewing.
âthis is heâŚ. oh hello! yes! how are you?â
you eyed satoru quizzically at his sudden formal change in tone, his eyes glued to the cement below.
âuh huh⌠really? oâokay! no yes for sure! thank you so much for the opportunity!â
opportunity?
you slowed your chewing and nudged his shoulder gently, wanting him to give you some kind of sign as to who it was on the other line.
âokay, weâll keep in touch! thank you again!â
satoru slowly removed his phone away from his ear as the other line went dead, staring at his screen and you curiously leaning over only to see his call history log, a random number at the top.
âholy fuck.â
âwhat?!â you leaned in closer and tried to catch his eyes with yours, his shocked wide gaze slowly flittering to your face.
âthat was the national olympic committee.â
you froze.
âshut the fuck up.â you covered your mouth. âtoru what did they say what did they sayââ
âone of the pairs that made it in the top three got disqualified.â he spat out quickly, shooting up and digging his fingers into his hair as he walked back and forth slowly in disbelief, spinning to face you. âiâ i donât know why i didnât ask but we got bumped up.â
silence.
âweââ your chest rose and fell erratically, eyes darting around as satoru knelt down and grabbed your hands.
âbaby we made it.â he tightened his grip. âweâre competing in the olympicsââ
you squealed and jumped up and down and pulled satoru in, the both of you comically bouncing off the walls as you wailed and cried and blabbered on about how you couldnât believe it and how a chance like this was even given to you, satoru lifting you and spinning you around but stopping and freaking out and apologizing profusely over your injured leg, you shaking your head and laughing, kissing him in return.
âwe canât avoid skating toru.â you spoke once you and him had settled down. âitâs literally what brought us together⌠and what brought us to aki. and even from you spinning me around like that it reminded me how much i missed skating with you.â
âi feel the same sweets.â he smiled, big and bright and handsome as he leaned over and kissed your rosy cheek. âi miss lifting you up and catching a glimpse of your ass underneath yourââ
âtoru!â
even though you and satoru were finally on board and accepting of bringing skating back into your lives, it wasnât to say at all that the fear itself went away when you tried to do lifts or spins in the air with each otherâ apprehensive and scared as you practiced on the mats way more than necessary before moving choreography to the ice, satoru multiple times chickening out and needing a moment as he was petrified of hurting you again, and you glued in place at the thought of falling and slamming on the ground when you had just survived mostly unscathed.
but this wasnât the time to be afraid over that anymore, and if akira were here, you both knew sheâd smack you upside the heads and tell you to move⌠to get on the ice and do the sport you both loved and cherished most.
to finalize your dream and make it a reality.
and throughout the month that you and satoru spent before the commencement of the olympics, you trained like never beforeâ no excuses as you worked tirelessly day and night with sweat literally dripping from your faces until every single goal was met and beyond, until every single throw from satoru was perfected and until every axel from you was delivered.
sometime during this month too, satoru finally got to take you out on that romantic candle lit dinner like he promised and asked you to be his girlfriend, him giddy and grinning the whole time and literally spoiling the moment as he meant to give you a chocolate dessert plate that said âwill you be mineâ in chocolate syrupy letters, but accidentally eating it and smearing the words when he confused your plate with his, smacking his forehead repeatedly on the dining table as the silverware clatteredâ muttering about how dark it was and how he couldnât fucking see, but you laughing so fucking much and clutching your stomach that your makeup smudged up at the corner of your eyes.
satoru was reminded again how much he loved you that day, because anyone else wouldâve gotten tremendously annoyed and called him an idiot, but youâŚ
you just giggled. giggled and hiccuped like always while he stared at you softly.
the love you and satoru shared stretched far beyond the concepts of what a platonic and romantic relationship was.
the love you and satoru shared was sacrifice. genuine sacrifice and yearn and absolute unadulterated love as you both without another thought would drop your careers for each other, would swap places if it meant the other would be safe from harmâs way, and would endure years of swallowing and pushing back feelings if it meant just keeping one another in your lives forever.
because thatâs what birds of a feather was for to begin with.
a promise to stick together. a promise to keep each other safe.
a concept so pure and devoted that it translated onto the ice like no other pair when it came time for the olympics.
âyou ready sweets?â satoru breathed out as you both stood in front of each other by the outside of the rink with interlaced fingers, shaking each otherâs jitters out. âno matter what happens, weâve already come so far and done so much, okay? weâve done what we needed to do.â
âmhm!â you quickly nodded, satoru leaning down before you both rested your foreheads against each otherâs with massive smiles on your faces, thunderous cheers echoing throughout the giant arena totally drowned out in your ears as you stared into satoruâs sparkling blue eyes.
âmake aki proud.â you repeated softly, and he nodded, you hoping once again she was watching over you both.
you both stuck your pinkies out at the same time and looped them together.
âbirds of a feather?â satoru beamed.
âbirds of a feather.â
and you kissed your thumbs before sealing your promise.
you both watched the pair that you were going right after perform their routine, beautiful and difficult as you gnawed at your bottom lip in distress.
âtoruâŚâ
âyeah baby?â
âsome of these pairs are crazy goodâŚâ you spoke over the music. âiâd honestly be happy with getting in the top twenty i donât know if we canââ
satoru scoffed and shook his head, a sly smile as he looked over the rink with his arms crossed.
ânah, weâd win.â
and just like akira had done in her final olympic yearâ in her final moments, you and satoru made it known that it was your debut, that you had been hungry and desperate for this moment since the ages of six and seven, that youâd been raised and trained by a four-time olympic gold medalist for a decade as you executed the most technical and intricate moves and turns, you and satoru moving as one on the ice and identical as he took your hands and glided on the ice with you, raw emotion in your expressions that read love so clearly that it was impossible to miss.
with each lift, with each time satoru took you in his arms and spun, and with each time he simply held you close and tenderly to his chest as his blades scrapped across the ice with your pretty bows in his viewâ were all reminders for the two of you that partner figure skating was nothing without satoru and nothing without you.
the privilege of having another way to convey just how much you loved each other through the language of artistic expression and skates and ice, through the feel of each otherâs skin, was one you nurtured and looked after and loved as the wind whipped through you and satoru due to the speed of your skates, performing quadruple axels like nothing while dropping the jaws of other figure skating pairs.
and because of this fact alone, how you both truly appreciated each otherâs entities and had the indescribable power to correlate that into competitive sportâ
was the reason why you and satoru won gold that day.
you and him, on your knees, gripping and hugging one another so hard and crying tears of joy as you both had come so far and gone through so much to get to where you were now, your dream now a complete and total reality as you stepped up onto that podium during the medal award ceremony just like akira had doneâ representing your country excellently with a big fat gold medal hung over your necks and a big fat kiss from satoru as he lip locked with you up there, flashings of cameras and bouquets and teddy bears scattered all throughout the ice in dismay.
âi love you!â satoru yelled to you over the roaring as you waved at the crowd, your mothers crying and blowing their noses and taking pictures from the edge of the rink as you and satoru cackled and pointed at them.
âi love you, toru!â
âno like seriously!â he put his waving hand down. âi wouldnât be here if it wasnât for you. thank you for recognizing that i have love and dreams too baby and for not forgetting about me even when iâve been the most annoying dipshit of your life.â
âyouâve never been that to me my god toru! where is this coming from?â he hopped off the podium once you two were given the all clear and he held a helping hand out for you to take, you doing so and carefully stepping down.
âreeaally?â he cheesed, cheeky and silly as his big pearly white smile made your cheeks flush. âso you love me then?â
âi literally would not be with you if i didnâtââ
âhooray!â he cheered, throwing his arms up as flower petals flew from his bouquets and around. âmy girlfriend loves me! and weâre gonna have rough passionate olympian sex in our hotel roomââ
âtoru!ââ
the love you and satoru shared wasnât something silly like âi like you, you like me.â
it was call me when you get home.
have you eaten yet?
here, let me help you.
whatever you need.
yours and satoruâs souls were exactly the sameâ blended, intertwined, and stubbornly knotted together as no amount of tug and pull could unravel you both apart, satoru finding over the years that loving you was like muscle memory from the moment he met you, his nerves and reflexes gravitating him towards you on the ice that first time even when he knew there was a huge chance of him slipping and falling, but not being afraid of it at all as long as he just got to you, convinced he knew you in another life as you just felt so familiar the moment he saw your pretty little face.
and youâre so glad that he did get to you⌠that he stayed with you.
fourteen years of ice cream trips and sleepovers and horror movies from the moment you were teeny tiny babies to adults, experiencing the hardships of your teenage years of loss and grief, to then adulthood and college as you had the privilege of learning to navigate it with another being that was just like you, two little birds with no sense of direction other than to each other.
and it was all thanks to one woman and one woman alone.
âi honestly believe that if she was there, she wouldâve brought one of those confetti poppers with dye in it and set it off.â you commented, you and satoru sitting on the grass at her grave site as you leaned your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours, having literally just come off the plane from being at the olympicsâ your countries olympic button up thick jackets adorning your figures as your gold medals gleamed radiantly against the sun.
âi wish she was there.â satoru hummed, and you nodded softly in agreement.
âme too⌠but iâm sure she was! as a little birdie.â
he chuckled, finding your hand and interlacing your fingers as you stared at her tombstone like youâd done so many times before already⌠except this time it was bittersweet, you having accomplished what the three of you had strived so hard for at last.
âi miss her.â you murmured. âi miss her cussing.â
your eyes flickered down to her peace offerings, the little snow angel trinket you had gotten her still pretty and glossy and her as it sat happily on her stone platform.
satoru picked his head up and kissed the top of your head, propping his chin up on it.
âi miss her too baby.â he responded softly. âeveryday.â
âbutâ i canât thank her enough for giving us the bullets to fire with for skating.. yâknow..â you ran the pad of your index finger along her tombstone, rough and scratchy as you traced little hearts along the edges.
âand she brought us closer together, did she not?â satoru pointed out.
she did.
a woman who was clumsy and loud and erratic with the biggest potty mouth you had ever heard that was passed down to you and satoru in the blink of an eye⌠but man did she know what love was as she taught it to you and reminded you both of exactly what it was each and every day.
you and satoru had accepted the fact that your hearts would never be whole again, for akira had taken half of them elsewhere and into the depths of the unknown.
but you were okay with that. completely and utterly okay with that.
for love had no limits.
you wanted her to keep it, as you and satoru stitched the remaining halves of your hearts together to create a new whole, as there was no one else you both would rather have that part of you with them forever besides akira.
and yours and satoruâs stitched up hearts grew increasingly bigger and fonder even after a couple of years later, even after winning three more olympic gold medals, you and him back at the same place in front of akiraâs grave like always, sitting and laughing and chattingâ but with two little baby toddlers that were half of you and half of satoru as they blubbered on about âmama akiâ and her trophies, a delicate twinkling ring on your finger and a golden band around satoruâs as your little family had a picnic over her final resting place.
âpapa!â your son exclaimed, satoru immediately turning his attention to him in the midst of scarfing down a turkey sandwich.
âyes my offspring?â
you playfully glared at your husband.
âwhy do your eyes look scarier in the day?â
âHAH!â you slapped a hand over your mouth to hush your cackling, satoruâs face absolutely taken aback and offended.
âthey do!â your daughter giggled. âthey do! they do!ââ
âbaby do something!â satoru whined, shoulders slumping as he threw his head back. âiâm being bullied by five year oldâs!â
you giggled and kissed his cheek, his pout quickly turning into a soft little grin as his face flushed pink.
âbut your papaâs eyes are pretty you guys! and they match yours!â
âmmmâ nope! scary!â
your two twin toddlers giggled uncontrollably as they thought being mean to their dad was the funniest thing in the world, you laughing with them as satoru flopped back dramatically and completely laid down on the grass with his eyes looking straight up at the bright sky.
âsâokay.â he spoke flatly. âif even my pretty little wife thinks my suffering is funny iâll just burn my eyes to a crispââ
âtoru!â you slapped his knee. âtoo graphic in front of the kiddies.â
âbut my suffering!ââ
âmommy mommy!â your daughter tugged at your sleeve and pointed to the top of akiraâs tombstone, a cute perfect white and brown bird perched up on the edge and peering curiously at the four of you, the creature not alarmed whatsoever of your childrenâs sudden movements as they scrambled to get closer to it.
satoru propped himself up with an elbow and stared before you both locked eyes, knowing growing smiles on your faces as he fully sat upâ leaning and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting it linger.
aki.
and it was like you and satoru were reminded again of your promise that you still told each other every day.
a promise that consisted of your years together⌠of your love, of your undying fervor of sticking together, of your need of keeping each other safeâŚ
of birds of a feather.
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know someone who enjoys horror stories? share this one! it's true!
hahahahahahahahahaha aarrggghhhhhhhhhh 3,000,000 deaths due to COVID-19 last year. Globally. Three million. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. The reason people are still worried about COVID is because it has a way of quietly fucking up your body. And the risk is cumulative.
I'm going to say that again: the risk is cumulative.
It's not just that a lot of people get bad long-term effects from it. One in seven or so? Enough that it's kind of the Russian Roulette of diseases. It's also that the more times you get it, the higher that risk becomes. Like if each time you survived Russian Roulette, the empty chamber was removed from the gun entirely. The worst part is that, psychologically, we have the absolute opposite reaction. If we survive something with no ill effects, we assume it's pretty safe. It is really, really hard to override that sense of, "Ok, well, I got it and now I probably have a lot of immunity and also it wasn't that bad." It is not a respiratory disease. Airborne, yes. Respiratory disease, no: not a cold, not a flu, not RSV.
Like measles (or maybe chickenpox?), it starts with respiratory symptoms. And then it moves to other parts of your body. It seems to target the lungs, the digestive system, the heart, and the brain the most.
It also hits the immune system really hard - a lot of people are suddenly more susceptible to completely unrelated viruses. People get brain fog, migraines, forget things they used to know.
(I really, really hate that it can cross the blood-brain barrier. NOTHING SHOULD EVER CROSS THE BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER IT IS THERE FOR A REASON.) Anecdotal examples of this shit are horrifying. I've seen people talk about coworkers who've had COVID five or more times, and now their work... just often doesn't make sense? They send emails that say things like, "Sorry, I didn't mean Los Angeles, I meant Los Angeles."
Or they insist they've never heard of some project that they were actually in charge of a year or two before.
Or their work is just kind of falling apart, and they don't seem to be aware of it.
People talk about how they don't want to get the person in trouble, so their team just works around it. Or they describe neighbors and relatives who had COVID repeatedly, were nearly hospitalized, talked about how incredibly sick they felt at the time... and now swear they've only had it once and it wasn't bad, they barely even noticed it.
(As someone who lived with severe dissociation for most of my life, this is a genuinely terrifying idea to me. I've already spent my whole life being like, "but what if I told them that already? but what if I did do that? what if that did happen to me and I just don't remember?") One of its known effects in the brain is to increase impulsivity and risk-taking, which is real fucking convenient honestly. What a fantastic fucking mutation. So happy for it on that one. Yes, please make it seem less important to wear a mask and get vaccinated. I'm not screaming internally at all now.
I saw a tweet from someone last year whose family hadn't had COVID yet, who were still masking in public, including school.
She said that her son was no kind of an athlete. Solidly bottom middle of the pack in gym.
And suddenly, this year, he was absolutely blowing past all the other kids who had to run the mile. He wasn't running any faster. His times weren't fantastic or anything. It's just that the rest of the kids were worse than him now. For some reason. I think about that a lot. (Like my incredibly active six-year-old getting a cold, and suddenly developing post-viral asthma that looked like pneumonia.
He went back to school the day before yesterday, after being home for a month and using preventative inhalers for almost week.
He told me that it was GREAT - except that he couldn't run as much at recess, because he immediately got really tired. Like how I went outside with him to do some yard work and felt like my body couldn't figure out how to increase breathing and heart rate.
I wasn't physically out of breath, but I felt like I was out of breath. That COVID feeling people describe, of "I'm not getting enough air." Except that I didn't have that problem when I had COVID.) Some people don't observe any long (or medium) term side effects after they have it.
But researchers have found viral reservoirs of COVID-19 in everyone they've studied who had it.
It just seems to hang out, dormant, for... well, longer than we've had an opportunity to observe it, so far.
(I definitely watched that literal horror movie. I think that's an entire genre. The alien dormant under ice in the Arctic.)
(oh hey I don't like that either!!!!!!!!!) All of which is to explain why we should still care about avoiding it, and how it manages to still cause excess deaths. Measuring excess deaths has been a standard tool in public health for a long time.
We know how many people usually die from all different causes, every year. So we can tell if, for example, deaths from heart disease have gone way up in the past three years, and look for reasons. Those are excess deaths: deaths that, four years ago, would not have happened. During the pandemic, excess death rates have been a really important tool. For all sorts of reasons. Like, sometimes people die from COVID without ever getting tested, and the official cause is listed as something else because nobody knows they had COVID. But also, people are dying from cardiovascular illness much younger now.
People are having strokes and heart attacks younger, and more often, than they did before the pandemic started. COVID causes a lot of problems. And some of those problems kill people. And some of them make it easier for other things to kill us. Lung damage from COVID leading to lungs collapsing, or to pneumonia, or to a pulmonary embolism, for example. The Economist built a machine-learning model with a 95% confidence interval that gauges excess death statistics around the world, to tell them what the true toll of the ongoing COVID pandemic has been so far.
Total excess deaths globally in 2023: Three million.
3,000,000.
Official COVID-19 deaths globally so far: Seven million. 7,000,000. Total excess deaths during COVID so far: Thirty-five point two million. 35,200,000.
Five times as many.
That's bad. I don't like that at all. I'm glad last year was less than a tenth of that. I'm not particularly confident about that continuing, though, because last year we started a period of really high COVID transmission. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. Here's their data, and charts you can play with, and links to detailed information on how they did all of this:
Here's a non-paywalled link to it:
https://archive.vn/2024.01.26-012536/https://www.economist.com/graphic-detail/coronavirus-excess-deaths-estimates
Oh: here's a link to where you can buy comfy, effective N95 masks in all sizes:
Those ones are about a buck each after shipping - about $30 for a box of 30. They also have sample packs for a dollar, so you can try a couple of different sizes and styles.
You can wear an N95 mask for about 40 total hours before the effectiveness really drops, so that's like a dollar for a week of wear.
They're also family-owned and have cat-shaped masks and I really love them. These ones are cuter and in a much wider range of colors, prints, and styles, but they're also more expensive; they range from $1.80 to $3 for a mask. ($18-$30 for a box of ten.)
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Don't Go Disappearing On Me Again
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: Jason's lost too much to lose you, too. (We stan healthy communication in this house)
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Ow.
You've never worked Friday nights before at the restaurant, and you never want to again. And you'd thought Saturday mornings were bad.
But one of your favorite coworkers had called you in a panic early this morning, begging you to take her shift, because her lab group's department at GCU was going out to bowling and it would be a great networking opportunity. You were the last person she called, but everyone else before you had declined because they were either scheduled or determined to avoid the shitshow.
And because you were weak, you gave in and said you would cover her Friday night shift as long as she covered your Friday morning shift.
So you two swapped shifts, and you went into your library internship in the morning instead of the evening. It wasn't a particularly hard job, but end-of-week returns had you dashing all over the three floors, so your feet already hurt before you walked into the restaurant.
Right before coming in, you'd texted Jason that you'd gotten held up, and it was a good thing you did, because you haven't had a single break to look at your phone the whole shift. He likely wasn't even awake yetâlast night's patrol had been tough on the both of you, him because he came home half beaten to death, and you because you'd had a heart attack waking up in the middle of the night to your bloody boyfriend passing out on top of you in bed. But you usually got home around six from the library, and it was looking like you wouldn't be back until ten at the earliest, so you wanted to let him know. It was going on hour seven after starting at two p.m., when the restaurant switched from its brunch to dinner menu. Personally, you think two p.m. is obscenely early to eat dinner, but apparently rich people loved eating at weird hours, because you had had nonstop tables the entire night.
But the good thing is that the restaurant closes at nine, so youâre almost there. After your last three tables eat and leave, all you have to do is clean your section, close your checks, and clock out.
In the kitchen, you lean against the fridge, rubbing your hips and knees. Youâre a little too young to feel so creaky after seven hours on your feet. After all, Jason works all night, doing athletic feats you could never dream of.
You can't really complain, though. You'd gotten lucky with your tables; they'd all tipped well. Maybe you could even add a little bit to your savings account instead of shoving every paycheck right at your student loans, which just keep growing, no matter how much you pay.
âOh, no,â says Charlotte, one of the other veteran servers at the restaurant. Sheâs staring at the camera feed display, which is tuned to a livestream of the restaurantâs entranceway. âDonât you dare seat me now, Ashley, I swear to God.â
âWhat time is it?â your head jerks up. âWeâre about to close, right? Is someone looking for a table?â
âYeah,â she says, pointing to the screen. âThe hottest man in the world just walked in our front door.â
You just hum, not bothering to look in favor of pulling out your phone. You know for a fact that the hottest man in the world is actually at home in your bed right now. âThe kitchenâs stopped receiving tickets. No way Ashley seats someone right now.â The screen doesn't light up when you click the power button. Well, shit. It's dead.
âI canât tell what heâs saying.â Charlotte squints at the screen. âHeâs, like, huge. Does Ashley look a little scared to you?â
Youâre out of the kitchen without even looking at the screen. You speedmarch right past your tables, ignoring one manâs halfhearted attempts to flag you down for more ketchup. A righteous fire is boiling in your gut. Youâve been here long enough that the managers wonât fire you for telling off any customers that harass the younger workers that are more scared to stand up for yourself.
Your mouth is already open, ready to spew forth the beginning of your tirade, when you recognize the man in front of Ashley at the host stand.
Dressed in gray sweats and a dark T-shirt, slouching slightly, he looks even worse than when you kissed his forehead goodbye that morning. The bruise on Jason's face has properly colored now, purple and blue along his jawline. His hair looks a little flat, like he's been wearing his helmet, which is strange.
Jason's eyes snap onto you the second you appear, and you falter at the intensity there. Something has happened, but you're not sure what.
"Hey," you say, a little hesitant. "What's up?"
Ashley exhales with relief. "So you do know him."
"Yeah," you say without breaking eye contact with Jason, who's staring at you with the same expression you think a wolf would wear when stalking a hare. "He's my boyfriend."
You expect Jason to tell you that someone was in an accident. Someone's in the hospital. Something terrible happened to your apartment while you were gone.
He says none of those things. Instead, Jason says, "I didn't know you picked up a Friday shift."
Ashley's face goes blank.
"I told you I would be home late."
âNo,â he corrects. âYou texted me that you were being held up.â
âYeah, at work.â
âAnd then you disappeared.â Jasonâs jaw clenched. âDid you know that a bank was held up this afternoon? Your bank?â
âOh, shit,â your hand flies up to cover your mouth. âMy phone died, I donât know when. You couldnât check my location and see I was here?â
He just shakes his head, stiff and wordless.
âHey, Y/N.â Itâs your manager approaching the host stand now, customer service smile on and eyes taking in Jasonâs appearance. âWhatâs going on up here?â
âHey, Steve,â you say. âSorry, this is my boyfriend JasonâJay, this is my manager, Steveââ
Jason gets the hint and smiles close-lipped, reaching to shake Steveâs hand.
âMy phone died so he came to see if I needed a ride home.â
âAs soon as your tables leave and your sectionâs clean, youâre good to go. Oh, and you have to roll silverware.â
âItâll be at least another hour,â you say apologetically to Jason.
âOkay.â His eyes keep boring into you like heâs trying to send you a telepathic message. Heâs mad, you get it, but it makes you a little mad, too. Youâre a grown adult. Yeah, the miscommunication was your fault, and itâs fine for him to be worried, but he looks close to Red Hood levels of anger, which is totally unwarranted for this situation. âIs it cool if I wait at the bar for you, then?â
âOf course!â Steve answers for you. "Our bartender, Lacy, will be happy to serve you while you wait." He checks his watch. "Until last call, that is."
"He didn't scare you, did he?" you ask Ashley as soon as Steve leaves. You smile at Jason, trying to tease him, but his expression doesn't twitch. "He looks mean, but I promise he's a big ol' softie."
Jason just grunts, but on his way to the bar, he doesn't forget to drop a kiss to your forehead. It warms you from the inside out.
As soon as he's gone, Ashley blurts out, "What happened to his face?"
"Motorcycle accident," you fib. "Oh, my table's calling me."
You rush over to take care of the poor man's ketchupâhe's been waiting almost five whole minutesâand check out another party. The back of your neck prickles as you do. Every time you glance at the bar, Jason's green eyes are locked on your every move. It flusters you so much that when your table leaves, they say thanks, and you respond with, "Good morning!"
"What?"
"Thanks, you too!"
You run back to the kitchen, and everyone immediately starts interrogating you about your 'huge hunky boyfriend' (Charlotte's words, not yours).
By some miracle, all your tables clear out by closing time, and youâre out by 9:20. There are still a couple people at the bar, but Jasonâs up immediately to walk out with you, leaving his water glass on the counter.
He doesnât say anything, though you can feel his eyes on you whenever you arenât looking. You wonât fight in public, so you follow his lead and stay quiet.
He drove your car to pick you up, and even though heâs obviously mad, he holds the passenger door open for you before getting into the driverâs seat.
The drive home is silent. He parks in the spot for your shared apartment, then immediately, quietly, asks, âWhyâd you pick up a shift without telling me?â
"It was super last-minute," you say. He's still facing forward, so you do the same, eyeing his profile out of the corner of your eyes. "Like, it happened this morning. I thought you were sleeping, so I didn't want to blow up your phone with texts. I thought you'd just check my location and see where I was when you woke up."
Jason's hand clenches on the center console. "I woke up and I was terrified."
"I'm sorryâ"
"And the bank, and your wording, and your phone was offâ"
"I know," you say, putting your hand over his fist. He unclenches immediately to lace his fingers with yours. "I'll make sure I tell you next time."
Jason takes a deep breath in, then lets it out. In a rush, he finally turns to face you and says, "I don't mean to be controlling."
You blink. "I don't think you're being controlling."
"You don't?" Jason frowns. "Then why were you so mad when I walked into your work?"
"Mad? I'm not madâyou're mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you, what are you talking about?"
"You've been glaring this whole time! And you didn't say a word this entire car ride."
"Because I thought you were angry. I wanted to give you space."
"Okay, wait, wait, wait." You hold up a hand. "Let me get this straight. You're not mad at me?"
"No," he says earnestly. "I was worried and scared, but you're an adult. You don't have to ask for permission if you want to pick up a shift at work." He makes a face like the thought disgusts him.
"Okay," you say. "Okay, well if you're not mad at me, I'm not mad at you, either."
"Then why did you look so pissed when I walked in?"
You press your lips together to keep from smiling. "Well, we have cameras that show us up front while we're in the kitchen, right? One of my coworkers was watching and said 'the hottest man in the world' walked in and I didn't look because I thought the hottest guy in the world was still asleep in my bedâ"
Jason covers his face with his hands. You can't stop your smile now, and you pull them away so you can look at said handsome face. "And I didn't even look because I'm such a loyal, awesome partnerâ"
"You are pretty awesome," he agrees, trying to sound serious, but he's grinning like an idiot, too. His cheeks are flushed pink.
"I know I am. But then Charlotte said that the hostess, Ashley, looked a little intimidated by him, so I walked out to see if she needed help."
"Aw," Jason says. He lowers his chin to look at you from underneath his lashes, pretty as a picture. "Were you going to give me a stern talking-to?"
"I can still give you one," you offer.
"Maybe later."
He's still grinning, and you're still grinning, so the both of you are grinning at each other like idiots in the car.
You want to kiss him, and he's your boyfriend. You're allowed to do that whenever the two of you want, so you take Jason by the chin and pull his mouth to yours.
Jason sighs against you, and it's like all the tension in his body melts away. One hand comes up to cradle your jaw, the other on the back of your head.
You break away to murmur, "Are you patrolling tonight?" He's still so beaten up.
"No," he whispers, voice low and gravelly in a way that has butterflies whipping around like a tornado in your stomach.
"Good. Wanna go up and be the hottest patient in the world while I look at your wounds?"
"Only if you're the hottest nurse in the world."
"Oh, but then who will be the hottest chef in the world who makes dinner?"
"The hot chef is on vacation right now," Jason joked. "But I can be a really hot food-orderer. What takeout are you in the mood for?"
"You're the injured one. What do you want?"
"I want whatever you want."
You narrow your eyes in a glare. "Well, I want whatever you want."
"You gotta make a decision," he says, already on his phone. "You're the hottest decision-maker in the world, I'm the hottest food-orderer."
"Chinese?"
"You got it."
Right before he dials the number, you grab him and kiss him again. When you pull back, he chases after your lips. It's so tempting that you give him another firm peck before you pat his chest once.
Jason blinks twice, looking dazed. "What was that for?"
You shrug. "I just wanted to kiss the hottest man in the world."
"Oh, my God." He groans and covers his face again, but you can see his red ears. "You're never gonna let that go?"
"Mmm." You pretend to consider it. "No."
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DISAPPROVAL, t. owens
word count | 1.6k
pairings | tyler owens x fem!storm chaser!reader
summary | in which javi disapproves of his sisterâs relationship
warnings | contains spoilers for the movie!! mentions of death, tornadoes, and panic attacks. brother-sister fighting, slight angst. one use of ây/nâ. not proofread. lowercase intended.Â
a/n | i literally canât stop thinking about this movie. tyler owens x javiâs sister has me in a choke hold
you had never been the type to run from your fears, not now and definitely not five years ago. you used to storm chase with kate carter and your brother, javi, as well as three other of your friends. the six of you, led by kate, had come together to see if it was really possible to reduce the intensity of a tornado. you knew that the experiment would be dangerous, but it had never fully occurred to you that you or anyone else could die. that was a mistake you swore you would never make again.Â
five years had passed and you still were waking up, sweating and shaking from the horrid night where you lost three of your closest friends. you shakily tore the covers from your body, walking quietly to the bathroom so as to not wake the sleeping body still in bed. you closed the door to the bathroom before turning on the light. you turned the sink on, splashing water on your face as a sigh escaped your mouth. you gripped the sides of the sink, attempting to center yourself. âfuck.â
âbabe, you in there?â you jumped when tyler knocked on the door, your breathing quickening once more. âbabe?â tyler turned the door knob, pushing it up to see you slowly sliding down the wall as you began to hyperventilate. he rushed to your side, which wasn't far in the cramped bathroom. he helped you to the floor, sitting in front of you. âhey, hey, let's just sit down. just breathe with me, okay?â you nodded, following tyler in his exaggerated breathing, feeling as your heart rate began to slow down. âyouâre okay, youâre safe.â you nodded, finally noticing the tears streaming down your face.
âsorry, ty, i didnât mean to wake you.â you apologized through sniffles, wiping at your nose.Â
âyou didnât wake me. plus, i just wanted to make sure you were okay.â you still felt guilty about it, about him constantly dealing with your nightmares and panic attacks. you felt guilty that you still pushed yourself to storm chase even though you are terrified of losing the ones you love most. you knew you shouldnât push that guilt or fear away, but there was another part of you that just wanted to help people. âwhy donât we go get some breakfast?â tyler helped you to your feet, the two of you trudging over to the diner across from the motel.Â
breakfast had been mostly silent, tyler trying to start a conversation but you were too stuck in your head. your knee anxiously bounced as you realized you would be heading to oklahoma, and that you were more than likely to run into your brother javi. you had talked to javi a lot over the phone, but it had been at least a year since you had last seen him in person. heâd been begging you for a few weeks now to leave tyler and the wranglers behind and to join his crew and help with a new tornado scanning system. you knew javi just wanted to help people, but the people funding his projects did not have the same interests at heart. âyou ready?â you looked, not hardly having touched your food, accepting tylerâs extended hand. âbooneâs getting pretty antsy about leavinâ. dudeâs been blowing up my phone for like the last thirty minutes.â you giggled when tyler showed you his phone with nearly fifty texts from boone.
âiâm surprised heâs even up, let alone ready to hit the road.â tyler tossed an arm over your shoulders, placing a delicate kiss on your temple as you walked back to the motel.
âyeah, well, best not to keep the man waiting.â tyler went to grab your stuff from the motel room before checking out, leaving you to rig up the gps.Â
âboone! you ridinâ with us?â you shouted over to boone who was talking with dexter, dani, and lily. âweâve got a seat open for you as well, ben.â you smiled to the journalist, who thought you to be the only sane one of the group. ben smiled at you, his body language showing he was clearly uneasy. âdonât worry, the ride to oklahoma shouldnât be too bad.â
âit's not that ride that iâm worried about.â before you could question him, boone hopped in beside him, tyler entering the driverâs seat not a moment later.Â
âletâs ride!â boone whooped, tyler tearing out of the parking lot. you couldnât seem to find it in yourself to be hyped up like your boyfriend and friend, too anxious about seeing your brother. he had already disapproved of you riding with the wranglers, you couldnât imagine how heâd react when he found out you were dating tyler owens of all people.
at some point during the ride, you had fallen asleep only to be startled awake by boone, camera in hand as he yelled out the truck. âsorry, babe.â tyler quietly apologized to you, squeezing your hand. you squinted out the window, your stomach dropping at the sight of javi and kate, stood side by side. all the shouting and cheering seemed to be muted when your eyes locked with javiâs. even though you were nervous, the sight of your big brother brought a soft smile to your face.Â
tyler put the truck in park, the crowd surrounding them. you pushed the door open, hopping down as tyler got the crowd chanting. boone was walking around, filming, while dani, lily, and dexter began to sell the merchandise. you stood off to the side, watching tyler do his thing, a smile gracing your lips. you looked around, catching kateâs eye, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her friend. she walked over to you, engulfing you in a hug before you had time to say anything. âkate! i wasnât expecting to see you here!â you laughed, gripping kate tightly.Â
âi didnât realize you were still chasing, i thought you would at least be riding with javi.â you tensed slightly at your brotherâs name, pulling back from kateâs arms.Â
âuh, yeah, iâve just decided to ride with the wranglers this season.â your tenseness didnât go unnoticed by kate, but before she could ask you anything your attention was brought to your brother waltzing over. âjavi!â your nerves dissipated when javi threw his arms around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
âiâve missed you, sis.â you let out a sigh, trying not to let the tears well in your eyes.
âiâve missed you too, javi.â you pulled back, now seeing your crew watching you. the crowd had mostly left, and the sight of you hugging a man that wasnât tyler had them concerned. âwhy donât you come meet my crew?â you knew javi had no interest in meeting your crew, but you wanted him to see they werenât just daredevils with a need for a thrill. âhey, guys, i want you to meet my brother, javi, and my good friend, kate!â everyone but boone and tyler had come to meet them. âjavi, kate, meet dexter, lily, and dani! oh, and ben! heâs a london journalist writing a piece on american storm chasing.â you pointed to each member, getting soft âhellosâ and ânice to meet yousâ.Â
ânice to meet you guys!â kate smiled, javi not saying anything. you felt a pang in your heart when javi didnât seem to take the people you considered to be some of your closest friends.Â
âwell, who do we have here?â you turned to see tyler and boone walking toward you, a large smile breaking out on your face. âyou must be javi, and⌠kate, right?â kate nodded, shaking tylerâs hand.
âkate, javi, this is boone, and this is tyler owens.â tyler walked to your side, slinging an arm loosely around your shoulder while boone waved, going to put the camera back into the truck. ânice to meet you both.â he tipped his hat to the two. you watched javi closely, he practically had steam coming out his ears at the sight of tylerâs arms around your shoulder. javi had always been overprotective, and you wished he would realize you can hold your own. âweâre headinâ out in a few, âkay?â you nodded, tyler pressing a kiss to your temple before jogging over to boone. you looked back to javi who was red in the face, and kate who was clearly shocked.
âjaviââ you started, javi pulling you to a quiet spot away from everyone else.
âreally? tyler owens?â he spat out tylerâs name like it was venom. âcâmon y/n, heâs an idiot who drives into tornadoes! he doesnât give a shit about anyone, especially those affected by said tornadoes!â tears welled in your eyes, anger bottling up.Â
âoh, and you do? javi! your investors donât give any shits about these people! they only care about the money! and you, youâre helping them by getting this data!â you wiped at the tears that spilled over, âwe help people, javi! we sell the merch to pay for the supplies, and the revenue we make off the streams and videos go to families in need. we just donât show that part on the internet.â it seemed to dawn on javi that you would have never ridden with the wranglers for as long as you had if you werenât helping people. âtyler treats me well, and maybe youâd have seen that if you weren't so busy making assumptions about him.â you spat at him before turning on your heel, walking toward the truck, actively ignoring javiâs shouting.Â
âyou okay?â tyler asked, noticing your rosy cheeks. âwant me to beat his ass?â you glared at him, a smile tugging at your lips. tyler was mostly all bark and no bite.
âno, he just needs time.â you reached up, kissing tyler before taking his hand in yours and walking back to the truck. javi watched as tyler opened your door and helped you in, watching tyler stare lovingly at you. and javi knew that he had fucked up.
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LIAR, LIAR!
PAIRING â kim mingyu x fem!reader
â AND THE DANCE FLOOR IS FILLING UP WITH BLOOD, BUT OH LORD, YOUâVE NEVER BEEN SO IN LOVE! â
WORD COUNT â 17k
SYNOPSIS â in a dramatic turn of events, a rich businessman is found dead in his lavish estate, and the authorities believe it was no accident. as the detectives dig deeper, they ultimately end up with two key suspects: you, the businessmanâs very own daughter, and your sworn enemy, kim mingyu. as the time progresses, tensions rise and secrets spill â and the truth has the power to either bring you closer together or tear you apart.
TAGS â murder mystery, rich rivals to partners in crime to lovers, whole lotta plot, explicit sexual content, somewhat graphic depictions of death, everyone and everything is dysfunctionalâ˘, mentions of suicide, unrealistic circumstances, moral compass is nowhere to be found, angst, medium long hair!gyu bc self-indulgence, tsundere-ish reader again guys sorry i love her so bad, mentions of parental neglect, this ended up so long help
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NOTE â one of my favorite episodes of going seventeen remains bad clue 2020, i loved mingyuâs role in it and i could totally see him portraying darker/morally grey characters and rock tf out of it so. i wrote this solely based on that idea. the music recs above are also really nice to get into the vibe! enjoyyyy :D
[ ONE ] â§Ë ¡ .â â
[ JUMP TO PART TWO ]
i. ASK ME THE TRUTH AND IâLL TELL YOU A LIE
the interrogation room is unnecessarily bright, the noise of the water dispenser in the corner and the flickering led light above you running through your ears. the chair youâre seated on is uncomfortable, though itâs nothing compared to the tension you feel as the man in front of you treats you like youâre guilty of something.
âon september 2nd, around six oâclock, your father reportedly got unwell, so he left his office early, choosing to do the rest of his paperwork at home. according to the information we got from the gps tracker in his car, he went straight home, took no detours. he arrived at your family estate thirty minutes later. then at eight oâclock, the police receives a call from you, saying your father hung himself.â
you stare at the the inspector â whose name you did not bother remembering â before waving with your hand. âiâm aware. iâve heard the recap of events many times at this point. this isnât the first time iâm being interrogated, surprisingly enough.â
with a puzzled look, he raises his brow at you. âyou donât think you should be a suspect?â
âno, i donât.â
âat the time of the incident, you were home, as well as two members of the staff. since the staff were on their dinner break and you were apparently in your room, itâs hard to say what exactly happened, since there were no witnesses.â
âdo you mind me asking why you think itâs murder and not just a suicide?â
heâs intrigued by the way you discuss the topic so casually. âyour father was an important man. wouldnât you want to know who killed him if that were the case?â
âsure. iâd thank them.â you smile at him, the hatred for your father shining through. âbelieve me, inspector â my father was a miserable man who surrounded himself with miserable people. i wasnât there by choice.â
âdid he treat you badly, then?â he continues, trying to pry any information out of you.
all you can do is sigh. âi was his daughter in blood and name only. nothing more.â
with your demeanor softening into something sadder, the inspectorâs tone changes into something different. âaside from you, and the staff, of course, we do have another suspect who we think could have something to do with your fatherâs death.â
that sparks your interest. âwho?â
the inspector grabs his small pile of documents to pull a printed photo out of it, putting it before you. you visibly frown, because the person on the photo is someone youâre unfortunately awfully familiar with.
âkim mingyu is a suspect? seriously?â you ask, completely in shock. ironically, heâs the last person youâd suspect in a scenario like the one you currently find yourself in.
âwhat can you tell me about him?â
leaning back in your chair, you list a few things. âheâs a year younger than me. we went to the same high school, same university, have some of the same friends. though all of that is relatively common in our social circle.â
âanything else?â
keeping the insults to yourself for now, you press your lips together. âour parents are good friends. well, were, now that my fatherâs gone. mingyu and i hate eachother to the bone, though.â
âany particular reason why?â
âiâm not sure where it started⌠thereâs just something off about him. itâs always been there. heâsâbeyond arrogant. always showing off his looks, his wealth, his charm, his intelligence. everything. he insults me, i insult him. we simply donât get along, never have. nothing you havenât seen before, iâm sure.â
the inspector raises his brow. âi think you may have left something out.â
âsuch as?â
his hand moves into the blue folder sitting on the table, taking another photo out of it, holding it up before you. âyour father was often spotted with him. at events, business meetings â you name it. matter of fact, your father seemed to be accompanied by kim mingyu more than anyone else. which is interesting, considering you are his only child.â
your gaze turns sour, voice softer yet more hateful than before. âdonât tell me this is the reason iâm a suspect.â
âletâs just say it doesnât make you look good.â
âyou really believe i murdered my own father in cold blood because he cared more about kim mingyu than he ever did about me? thatâs pathetic and ridiculous.â
âyou wouldnât be the first. itâs a plausible story.â
scoffing at the accusation, you shake your head. âweâre done here. the moment you have an actual lead, iâll talk, but not like this. iâm still here grieving and youâre accusing me of being the culprit.â you get up in anger, taking your bag with you before slamming the door shut, not bothering to listen to what the man is trying to tell you to make you stay.
this whole shit-train started two weeks ago. your father was found dead in your childhood home, hung by a rope around his neck. instead of calling it a death by suicide, the police apparently have enough reason to suspect it was a homicide.
youâve been questioned several times in the past few weeks, but thereâs been a gradual shift in the behavior of the inspector and his handimen â theyâre treating you like a suspect now.
which you are, for whatever reason. they have yet to come up with any actual evidence.
your contact in the police force mentioned to you that youâre not just any suspect â youâre one of the two main suspects.
and that is unsettling, especially when you discovered who else is.
as you go down the hall, you suddenly lock eyes with kim mingyu himself, whoâs leaning against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his trousers. a few strands of hair hover by his cheeks, framing his strong features.
âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â you ask in a rather hostile manner, the scowl on your face deepening.
his lips part before he starts explaining. âthey wanted to talk to me. again.â
âhavenât you heard the rumors, gyu?â you mockingly use the nickname, taking a step closer to him, âtheyâre saying thereâs a possibility you killed him.â
your arch-nemesis looks back at you with a furrowed brow. âthatâs ridiculous.â
âis it? you were always with him⌠itâs perhaps the only thing that makes sense in all of this.â
he seems offended youâd even insinuate something like that. âitâs really the other way around, though. youâre the one who hated him. i had nothing against the man.â
itâs true that you and your father didnât exactly get along, especially the past few years, to put it lightly. you always considered him to be greedy, cold and unforgiving, and you certainly didnât cry the moment they told you he had passed away.
âno, we all know how much you liked him,â you hardly make an effort to hide your disdain, âbut they must not believe that, considering youâre just as much of a suspect as i am.â
he clenches his jaw. âiâm not guilty.â
âneither am i.â you state. like always, thereâs a tangible coldness to your voice, which he finds soothing, for whatever reason.
itâs quiet for a moment as youâre both unsure of what to say next, a rarity between you.
a few years ago, your father mentioned you and mingyu could make a good pair.
you proceeded to laugh in his face.
mingyu is a constant reminder of what you could be, and thatâs the last thing you need in your life.
âif i find out youâre somehow involved in thisââ
instead of immediately refuting the statement, he narrows his eyes at you. âthen what?â
you realize you need to be careful with your words here â you canât throw around threats to kill people as the top suspect in a murder investigation. âiâll make sure you pay for it. they might buy your little golden-boy act, but i sure as shit donât. i never have.â
a smirk subtly tugs at his lips as he leans more down, eyes flicking lower before they meet yours again. âiâd be careful with my words if i were you,â he firmly tells you, his lashes fluttering, âthereâs always someone watching.â
only now do you take notice of how close youâre standing to him, and you look behind you, seeing the inspector that just interrogated you observing you and mingyu from a distance.
so you push yourself away from him, giving him a last glare before walking away.
mingyu only moves from his spot once youâre gone from his field of view, greeting the inspector with a kind smile.
ii. THE HATRED WE BEAR
you find yourself staring at your fatherâs tombstone with a numb face and the wind breezing through your hair. your makeup is slightly smudged under your eyes from the tears you shed just an hour before, while you were giving the public a final speech regarding his passing.
the funeral was long â too long.
at a certain point, once the whole thing was done and everyone left, you decided to take a quiet moment for yourself in the graveyard to let everything sink in.
you made the mistake of thinking youâd left alone.
a voice youâre too familiar with speaks up behind you. âiâm sorry for your loss.â
of course itâs kim mingyu out of all people whoâs still here, sneaking up on you.
you donât have the energy to make a snarky comment this time. âiâd ask why youâre still here, but itâs a question i already know the answer to.â
he still offers you his answer. âiâm here to check up on you.â
well, that takes you by surprise. âwhy?â
âyou lost the one parent you had left. i donât want you to be alone.â
something about that sentence fuels a sudden anger in you. heâs got some fucking nerve, saying that to you. âmaybe you shouldâve considered that a couple years ago. you know, before you decided to become my dadâs little protege.â
even as a little girl, your bond with your father was a shitty one. your mother passed when you were young, so you barely have any memories left of her.
in an attempt to win his love and affection, you always did everything your father asked of you, yet your efforts were hardly acknowledged. you found him to be a harsh and cruel man, but surely with you being his daughter, his only child, he mustâve cared for you. or so you always told yourself.
something about your yearning for his approval and support changed for the worse when mingyuâs mother became a prominent business partner to your father, about nine years ago. it made him spend more time with the kim family, and you have no idea how or why it happened, but mingyu became like a son for him.
you saw how well your dad treated him, and you cried for a long, long time as you compared it to his neglect towards you. for every pat on mingyuâs back, you got scolded for not being good enough. whenever he got praised, you got discarded. itâs no miracle that you came to be the way that you are. detached, perceptive, appearing to be just as unfeeling as the man who raised you.
you hated your father. with all your heart.
but you grew to hate kim mingyu more.
so to hear him say that he doesnât want you to be alone â that takes the goddamn cake.
he lowers his head at your words. âit wasnât like that.â
âright. of course it wasnât.â your voice is painfully spiteful.
âi wouldnât have done it if i knew it was at your expense. iâm sorry.â
heâs trying to be nice to you, not understanding yet that itâs actually doing more damage, making you angrier. âthe last thing i want is your fucking pity.â
âthen what do you want?â
ânothing you can give me.â itâs a subtle final warning coming from you, because youâre actually about to explode at him. âjust leave me be.â
âplease, just... i wanna help you.â
like a ticking time bomb, you suddenly hit your limit. finally, you turn around, facing him, and itâs only then that he truly sees how upset you are, like a storm suddenly changing its direction, and heâs in the way.
âhelp me? youâd help me by getting the fuck out of my face. you wanna know what i want, mingyu? i want to know what in godâs name everyone loves so much about you, what it is that made my father shut me out completely and replace me with you. he gave you more love than he ever gave me. just looking at you makes me sick. what the fuck did he see in you that he didnât see in me?â you ask, unable to stop yourself from pouring your emotions out to the guy in front of you. âwhy did he hate me so much? even in death, he favors you over me. he left you... everything. a final âfuck youâ to his own child. and for what? for you?â
the fact that you got word from your fatherâs lawyer that your father chose to leave everything he had to mingyu instead of you was like the straw that broke the camelâs back.
throughout your life, you always did what was expected of you. you were the perfect daughter.
and for what?
the fact that your father grew to hate you and love this asshole so much that he left you not a single penny to your name â that is your tipping point.
and mingyu just wordlessly allows you to continue ranting, almost as if he deserves it.
âwhat the fuck is so special about you, huh? because i donât get it. sure, youâve got a nice face and youâre a smart guy, but i donât believe you actually give a shit about others. i bet you came here today to rub my dadâs inheritance in my face â you fucking pretentious douchebag.â
âiâm sorry. i never meantââ he stumbles, nearly falling over as he backs away while you keep stepping forward, feeling surprisingly small in front of you, in spite of his tall frame.
âi donât give a shit if this is what you intended to happen or not! iâm all alone.â you show your sadness right between the anger and hostility, vulnerable in front of him. âno family like everyone else, no money, no house, nothing. abandoned by the one person i had left.â
he looks at you as if youâve just slapped him across the face. heâs never even shown you a hint of vulnerability â nor have you for that matter â so why is he showing it now?
youâre too deep into your breakdown to think rationally about it. âyou took literally everything that i had. and iâll never forgive you for that.â
âplease, let meâlet me fix it.â he chokes out, as overwhelmed by your strong emotions as you are yourself.
the harshness of your words makes him feel like heâs crumbling in your presence. âtalk to me like you care about me one more goddamn time, and iâll make you regret ever meeting me in the first place.â
in all the years that youâve known him, you donât think youâve ever seen him flinch â you doubt any of your words have ever hurt him.
until this moment, it seems. but why is he even hurt? you donât care about him and he doesnât care about you. itâs always been that way, and you have a hard time believing itâll ever change.
the moment you walk away from him with a sharp pain in your chest, pushing him to the side by his shoulder, heâs left behind in a shocked and bewildered state, neither of you aware that a pair of curious eyes witnessed the whole exchange.
iii. ULTERIOR MOTIVES
âthe full inheritance of your father has been transferred over to you.â
the cup of tea you were raising stills with your hand. your eyes narrow at your lawyer as youâre seated in the garden of your fatherâs estate. âwhatâhow? why? it wasnât passed down to me.â
âno, but the person it was passed down to can always make the decision to pass it on. and he did â surprisingly with no strings attached,â he tells you, putting the document from the notary in front of you, âi had it all double-checked. everythingâs there, the documents signed by kim mingyu himself.â
just hearing the name makes you grimace, putting you off your tea. âand thereâs absolutely nothing he wants from me?â
ânothing was mentioned, no. he did, however, leave you a note.â
âwhat does it say?â
your lawyer raises his brow as he reads it, handing it to you instead of reading it out loud, which makes you give him a puzzled look before casting your eyes downwards to the piece of paper.
tomorrow, 4:30, my apartment. all you have to do is sign the papers. i look forward to the day youâll make me regret meeting you.
âthat asshole.â you mutter to yourself, not loud enough for your lawyer to hear it, but heâs certainly got an idea of how you feel about the whole situation.
âyou do, of course, always have the option to reject the inheritance, but i would highly recommend not to. frankly, in all of my years of experience in this field, iâve never felt a bigger need to encourage a client to take a deal.â
once youâve picked up the documents and skimmed over the words, you look back at him. âand if i did accept it, it wouldnât contain any possible implications for me in the long term?â
ânone. it is... fairly remarkable heâs willing to give you the full inheritance for nothing in return, even if he and his family are known for their wealth. but it wouldnât be a significant loss for him, considering the capital he already has to his name.â the man explains, not needing to spell it out for you.
you put down your cup. âknowing him, iâm not so sure he doesnât want anything. i suppose iâll have to talk to him about it myself, tomorrow.â
your lawyer highly encourages you to do so, leaving you to spend the rest of the day wondering what he could possibly want from you.
and so the following day, at 4:30 sharp, you step into his apartment â penthouse is the more fitting term. youâll admit, though, that heâs got style.
itâs dead silent in his place, save for the metronome in the background and the slow brew of his coffee machine. heâs wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with black trousers as he approaches you. âglad you could make it. coffee?â
âwhy are you willing to give me the inheritance?â you ask directly, not feeling up for the unnecessary chitchat. youâve always hated small talk. âif it was just a set-up, iâm leaving.â
he doesnât seem to be even the slightest bit surprised by your forwardness. âiâm willing to give it to you because a) i donât need it, and b) i donât want it. i think itâs ridiculous your dad set up his will like this.â
âwell, that makes two of us.â you fake a polite smile, clearly very sarcastically, putting your hand on your hip. âyou asked me to come sign the papers, but i have yet to see them.â
mingyu smiles a little at you. of course youâd skip straight to business â you never were a girl of many words. he walks over to a cupboard and takes a sealed folder with the documents out of a drawer, handing it to you.
when you attempt to take the folder from him, he swiftly retracts his hand like the asshole he is. âitâs not completely free, though.â
you pinch the bridge of your nose. âof course. i shouldâve known better than to believe you were willing to do something out of the kindness of your own heart.â
he just keeps going as if he didnât hear you, very much used to the little quips you throw at him by now. âdonât worry, i think you can manage this very small task for me.â
âjust tell me what you want alreadyââ
âmy familyâs hosting a gala next week, on friday. iâd like you to be my date.â
youâre baffled. this is what he wants in return for the inheritance worth millions of dollars? to have you on his arm for a single night?
oh, hell no. youâre not falling for it.
âwhy? you wanna publicly humiliate me or something?â you question, a deep frown settled in your forehead.
he huffs, annoyed that youâd think that low of him. âi know weâve always hated eachother, but, maybe, during a hard time⌠it would be nice to have one relaxed night. and yeah, i wouldnât mind doing that with a pretty girl to keep me company. what do you say? deal?â
not once in all the years youâve known him has he ever called you pretty.
âfine. but donât think about pulling any stunts.â
âwouldnât dare.â his smile sits somewhere beween teasing and serious when he finally hands you the papers.
you sit down and briefly scan the documents, not signing them right away to have them checked by your lawyer first. âif everything in this is according to the plan, youâll have them signed by tomorrow morning.â
âokay. see you friday.â he winks at you, escorting you to his front door, a subtle grin on his face that gives off the impression heâs planning something, and you can only imagine what it might be.
there is one good thing about having to spend time in his family home, though â and thatâs to search his rooms to find anything that might implicate him having something to do with your fatherâs murder.
since thereâs still a culprit to be named.
with your own agenda in mind, you walk out of his apartment, searching for the name of your stylist in your contacts.
youâre going to need a dress, after all.
iv. A PROPOSAL
with a stern look on your face, you look at the entrance of the gala from the tinted window of your car. itâs all bright lights and colorful decorations, candles, flowers â the kim family is well known for their luxurious and memorable parties. youâve attended plenty of them. while you and mingyu may not get along, his sister and mother are genuine sweethearts, some of the kindest and most welcoming people you know.
if only you could say the same for the asshole youâre about to spend the evening with.
after checking your makeup in the pocket-sized mirror for a final time, your driver opens your door so you can step out of the car, which leaves you on your own in front of the stairs.
mingyu originally mentioned he wanted to pick you up at your home like the gentleman he very much claims to be, but you very quickly shut the idea down and told him youâd just meet him at his familyâs mansion.
so here you are.
attending a gala only a month after your fatherâs funeral must seem like an⌠interesting choice, to say the least. the people you come across express their condolences and ask if youâre doing well â you wonder if the sentiment is real or not â and you tell them youâre here because it serves well as a distraction.
youâve become an excellent liar over the years.
as youâre standing at the top of the stairs, leaning on the railing, you observe the people on the dance floor below. those who arenât dancing are chattering, the noises of clinking glasses and laughter filling your ears.
most of the time, youâre able to somewhat enjoy this life. but the truth is that it can be as exhausting as it is glamorous.
but with your last living parent gone, you do feel a sense of freedom, even if it is lonely at times.
not like you didnât feel lonely when he was still alive.
you didnât love him or care for your father. you cared for the hope that someday he would change. that he would show you he did care for you, even a little bit.
but that day never came.
he was primarily an investor, so at least you havenât been burdened with having to take over a business or anything like it. having no siblings either, you feel like you should take this opportunity to start fresh; focus on building your own career and use your fatherâs money for things heâd never approve of.
suddenly, you spot your date in the midst of the crowd, breaking you out of your train of thoughts. his half-long hair looks pretty on him, you have to admit, the few strands in front of his face paired with the tailored, navy suit giving him the appearance of a model.
heâs currently talking to an older woman who clearly seems to adore him, the smile he puts up making her give him a gentle, loving squeeze on his upper arms. like always, no one is able to read the bitterness you feel as your face remains neutral.
growing up in your restricted social circle of the countryâs wealthiest families, your group of peers wasnât extremely big. you all went to the same primary school, same private high school. mingyu was always one of if not the most popular kid at school. an effortless ace at every fucking thing. everyone loved him, be it your peers or their parents.
you wouldnât say you werenât popular. quite the opposite, actually. your best friend was the queen bee of the school, as she was always striving to be the best in everything. top of the class, highest achievements, a true perfectionist at heart. bold, definitely a bit judgemental and classist too, but once sheâs your friend, sheâs the sweetest girl in the world. she did like to dabble in some drama with others if it came onto her path.
and you were the opposite. you preferred to steer clear of any drama, much preferring to watch it unfold from the sidelines â as you usually just didnât care enough to interfere with it â and you were never quite as talkative as your best friend.
the sentences leaving your mouth are always quick, direct, sharp and without stutter. youâre masterful at small talk, even though you hate it. you know how to play people like a fiddle. your father made you use your manipulation skills to good use rather frequently.
many consider you cold and calculated.
which is true, of course. but you still have a heart, even if it barely beats.
the outburst you gave mingyu after your fatherâs funeral mustâve come as a shock to him. no one has ever seen you in such a vulnerable and weak state, and out of all the people who couldâve seen it, it naturally had to be him â and that makes you uncomfortable.
once heâs finished his conversation, he looks in front of him, then up at the balcony â and he locks eyes with you.
you give him a look of acknowledgment, but thatâs it. he doesnât seem to mind, though, still shining as brightly as ever, making his way up the stairs as fast as he can. âiâm sorry i wasnât at the entrance to greet you, i didnât think youâd be here so soon.â
âitâs fine.â
he glances up and down, admiring the dress you chose. âyou look gorgeous.â
the deeply dark green dress with its boat neckline, long and fitted sleeves and intricate gold embroidery makes you look elegant. with the dress itself already being quite the statement piece, you chose to pair it with dainty earrings, your hair half-up and curled.
âthank you.â you donât bother saying anything about his appearance. he must be used to it at this point.
âcan i get you something to drink?â
you test the waters by throwing in a joke. âwhat, planning on poisoning me?â
his eyes flicker for a moment, stricken by something you canât quite place, which makes you blink at him. his flirtatious and charming self returns within a mere second, and he proceeds to snicker at your joke. âi could, but whereâd be the fun in that?â
rolling your eyes at him, you take his arm once heâs offered it, keeping in mind youâre doing this for the inheritance.
the time goes by quicker than expected. he introduces you to some of the people heâs close with, tells you stories youâve never heard before, even asks you about yours.
a few of his friends come by as well, surprised to see you by mingyuâs side. most people your age here know that you and him have never quite gotten along, to put it lightly.
when they subtly ask about it, mingyu tells them he insisted you came to distract yourself from the death of your father, and that you could probably use a party.
it raises more question marks as to what his motive is for asking you to be here tonight. what is he gaining from this? he hasnât humiliated you yet. if anything, heâs only spoken of you highly, save for the little snark he keeps between the two of you.
itâs strange. really strange.
after a while, once all the guests have been drinking a bit, you decide to set your own plan in motion. this might be your only chance to snoop around here, as you doubt youâll find yourself in here again anytime soon.
youâre literally invited in his home â youâd be a fool not to check his room.
unfortunately, just as you try to disappear from the crowd, mingyu extends his hand to you. âdance with me?â
just as youâre about to refuse him, you remember that this is the one night you have to be nice to him, all so he can give you the inheritance that was meant to be yours in the first place.
with a small sigh, you slide your hand in his, at which he grins triumphantly.
before you know it, youâre in the middle of the room together, and he has his one hand on your lower back, the other hand intertwined with yours. heâs smooth with his moves, you have to admit.
the question has already left your mouth when you process it. âwhy am i here? iâm sure thereâs a reason i needed to be your date tonight.â
mingyu cocks his head at you. âi think youâve had to endure a lot the past couple weeks. the incident, the interrogations, the press, the shit with the inheritance â iâm impressed you havenât lost your mind yet.â
âhow do you know i havenât?â you ask, and he twirls you around, his hands feeling like theyâre burning on your skin. âwasnât my breakdown after the funeral enough to prove you otherwise?â
âwell, looking back, i shouldâve probably left you alone in that moment. but i did think about what you said, and you can correct me if iâm wrong, but i feel like your father and our ties to him were what made us hate eachother so much. now that heâs gone, maybe we can⌠i donât know. tolerate one another.â
you make sure to hide your confusion from him. does he really not see it? sure, the main reason youâve always despised mingyu was because of his relationship with your father, but you werenât exactly best friends before that either.
even putting it like that would still make it the understatement of the year.
if he actually pictures the two of you becoming friends, though, heâs lost it.
unsure of what to tell him, you give him a shitty excuse to escape the conversation. âiâm just gonna use the ladiesâ room, if you donât mind.â you let mingyu know, and he nods at you in acknowledgement, caught off guard by you leaving so suddenly.
so you walk off, the voices of the people and the music in the hall fading into the background as you trail off.
now that youâre alone, you can finally go check his room.
itâs harder to navigate the mansion than you thought. hallways that all look similar, god knows how many rooms â you hope you wonât get lost here.
one of your best friends is good friends with mingyuâs sister, and so she knows the place like the back of her hand. when you asked her for the layout of the place, she did think it strange, but you told her she had nothing to worry about.
mingyuâs bedroom and study are supposedly on the third floor of the east wing, and the party takes place in the west wing.
so thatâs just fucking great.
your best friend did warn you that he most often keeps his doors locked whenever visitors are present, so to ensure you could get in, you snatched the key from his pocket when he was dancing with you earlier.
it almost makes you chuckle when you think about how easy it was.
when youâve finally arrived at what seems to be the door to mingyuâs room, you double-check the environment around you to see whether anyoneâs following you, and when it appears to be safe, you shove the key into the lock, twisting it.
you exhale when realizing itâs the right key.
entering the room, you quickly shut it behind you, taking in the sight.
itâs raining outside, which you take notice of through the large windows. several paintings adorn the walls â you didnât know he was a lover of art â as well as some photos of him with his family.
the room is surprisingly tidy, his clothes all neatly folded on the wooden planks in his closet and the drawers underneath. the few books he has sitting on top of the cupboard are gathering dust â you suppose he doesnât like to read all that much.
of course he doesnât.
his king-sized bed seems soft and comfortable, and the room smells of the cologne and perfume he always wears.
you blink a few times, realizing youâre dwelling too much on details that are not a priority right now.
which is enough to snap you awake, a rush of adrenaline moving through your veins as you look for anything interesting. files, documents, notebooks â anything.
you find his agenda in a drawer of his desk. with slightly trembling fingers, you move the pages back to the date of your fatherâs death, as well as the days before that.
as youâre caught up with doing so, you momentarily forget the first rule of breaking into a forbidden space: never turn your back to a door when you should be watching it.
âyou know, iâm starting to think you agreeing to be my date came with ulterior motives on your side.â you suddenly hear mingyuâs voice behind you, at which you turn around, looking a bit too guilty for comfort.
your voice almost gets caught up in your throat, but you keep your composure. âif it makes you feel any better, i didnât plan this.â
âitâs alright.â he responds, closing the door behind him smoothly, as if he doesnât want you to see it. âyou still think i had something to do with your fatherâs death, donât you?â
âiâm not sure. i donât see why you would, now that youâve given me the inheritance. what other motive could you have?â
all mingyu does is clench his jaw at the rhetorical question. then he snaps out of it, his eyes trailing to the desk youâre currently leaning on. he takes a few steps closer to you, and you raise a brow, waiting in anticipation what heâll do.
his face is suddenly very close to yours, and youâre almost convinced heâs leaning in to touch you when he reaches for the drawer behind you instead. âwell, as a matter of fact, i did have something to show you.â
that surprises you.
âyour father always carried a little red notebook with him. itâs the only part of the inheritance i didnât give you, solely because i wanted to show you myself. thereâs a few strange scribblings in it, with locations and numbers, and look at thisââ he opens it up in front of you, pointing at the paper with his index finger, âapparently he felt like he was being followed just days before he died. maybe the police is right and he did get murdered.â
âyeah, i already figured he probably pissed off the wrong guy.â when he looks at you hopefully, you shrug. âwhat?â
âwe should check it out, right? find out who killed him.â
you immediately shake your head at his suggestion. âno.â
mingyuâs whole body language changes, genuine confusion overtaking his features. âwhat do you mean, no?â
âhe was caught up in all kinds of shit, things i never wanted to be a part of. thatâs no different now that heâs six feet under.â
âare you not the slightest bit curious who killed him?â
âfrankly, no, iâm not. iâd say whoever is guilty did me a favor.â
despite your valid point, he persists. âokay, then how about this â what if this person would come after you for whatever reason? donât you want to know who youâre dealing with?â
you narrow your eyes at him. âwhy do you care so much, mingyu? iâm sure this is something you could manage on your own.â
the sudden question surprises him, so he shrugs. âmaybe iâm not sure why. but i do. and you know i did care for him.â
âwhy donât you just let the police handle it?â
âbecause they donât know this world â and we have access to places, people they wouldnât even know where to find or how to deal with. have you talked to the detectives? theyâre amateurs.â he answers, pausing before taking a step closer to you. âheâs dead either way, doing a small bit of research might be interesting. who knows what you might find.â
âand you wanna do this with me of all people because...?â
he rolls his eyes at the question. âyou were the only other person directly affected by it. câmon, am i really so bad that you canât even deal with me for a little while?â
the fact that you just give him a deadpan stare tells him all he needs to know.
it makes you bite your lip. you donât feel like doing this at all, certainly not with mingyu of all people, but he appears to be ready to do this with or without you.
besides, you do feel up for a little adventure.
âfine, iâll bite. hypothetically, what if i were interested in finding out who killed him?â
the young man in front of you tilts his head. âthen iâd suggest we work together and do some digging.â
pursing your lips, you watch his pleased expression when he notices youâre actually considering it. âwhy do i feel like iâm gonna regret this?â
âmaybe you will. maybe you wonât. we can go right back to hating eachother after this, but for now, weâll be partners. deal?â
your eyes linger on the hand heâs stretched out to you, and even as youâre hesitant to take it, he doesnât take his eyes off you.
with a sigh, you shake his hand. âokay. deal.â
v. PARTNERS IN CRIME
âfor someone so organized, he sure as hell has a lot of unnecessary shit lying around here.â mingyu mutters, searching through the drawers of the cupboard.
you scoff in agreement. âtell me about it.â
the two of you are rummaging through your fatherâs study in your home in an attempt to find anything interesting as to what he mightâve been up to the past few years.
so far, youâve had zero luck with it.
you already figured thereâd probably be nothing of interest here, but mingyu insisted, said it would be stupid not to. so here you are.
âyou know, iâm pretty sure my dad wouldnât be as stupid as to just leave traces of his criminal affiliations lying around in his study.â
mingyu shrugs while simultaneously looking into a drawer. âyou never know.â
âhe was an asshole, but he was a smart one.â you mumble to yourself as you go through the little notebook mingyu just handed you a few minutes ago.
he watches you with curiosity. âcan i ask you something?â
without looking up at him, you give him a rather direct response. âiâm sure youâll ask me regardless of my answer to that question.â
ever so indifferent, he thinks. if anything, one thing about you he is actually fond of is your unfiltered attitude. more people should be like that. âyou said youâd never forgive me for what i did to you."
hearing those words makes you look up at him. youâre surprised heâs taking an approach this straightforward with you. âi know what i said.â
âis there nothing i can do to at least make things more civil between us?â
god, youâre sick of him already.
instead of outright telling him you hate him more than anyone else you know, you cross your arms over your chest and fire a question right back at him. âwhy do you want things to be different between us? donât tell me youâre losing sleep over it, now.â
mingyu pauses a moment before he answers you. âi thought about the things you said, when you were upset with me, and i realized iâve made your life harder without having intended to do so. and yeah, i am losing sleep over it.â
while he does appear earnest, you donât exactly trust him, so all you do is shrug your shoulders.
he wants to say something right when his phone rings. once he picks up, you figure it must be something business-related, judging by the tone of his voice and formal language.
an apology directed at you leaves his mouth as soon as heâs hit the red button on his screen. âiâm sorry. an important business meeting was moved and i promised my mom iâd be there.â
youâve met mingyuâs mother a few times, at events. sheâs the ceo of a very prominent hotel business. many of the highest ranked hotels around the world are under her care, and she clearly knows what sheâs doing, since her business has been thriving for many years at this point. you remember it was her who took over as ceo after mingyuâs father passed in a car accident when he was younger.
âthen you better get going.â you tell him, your face not pulling a single muscle. you hope he didnât think you were going to ask him to stay.
he nods at your words, taking the jacket with his initials embroidered in the tag and slinging it over his arm. âyeah. iâll call you.â he says, going out the doorway, yet your voice makes him halt in his tracks.
âmingyu.â you say his name to him, an unfamiliar feeling on your tongue, and he turns to look back at you.
he awaits your words, catching the subtle warning in your eyes as you refer back to the question of his you had yet to answer.
âwe may be working together now â call us associates, or even partners in crime â but once this is over, weâll go right back to strangers. letâs just keep this⌠somewhat professional.â
you find he can be surprisingly hard to read from time to time, for a guy who wears his heart on his sleeve. after blankly staring at you for a few seconds, processing the words, he just offers you a little smile and a gentle response. âokay.â
and he walks off, only leaving you more intrigued than before.
for two days, itâs complete radio silence from mingyu. all he asked you over text was if youâd been able to find anything in the study, to which you replied with a simple no. he didnât say anything else.
you sincerely thought this whole investigation of yours wasnât actually gonna lead to anything, that it was useless â until now.
itâs eleven oâclock, dark outside, the metronome ticking in the background of your living room as your eyes are glued to the screen of your laptop.
you just got a notification from the bank that someone made a significant withdrawal from one of your fatherâs bank accounts, one that still needs to be signed over to your name.
question is, who the fuck has access to your fatherâs bank account besides you?
no one. supposedly.
staring at mingyuâs contact in your phone, you twist your lips, unsure of whether to call him about this or not.
going against your gut, you press on his phone number and wait for him to answer the call.
nothing.
for good measure, you call him a second time. same result.
then it hits you. you spoke to wonwoo last night â he mentioned something about him and mingyu going out together this evening.
wonwoo, thankfully, does pick up his phone. âhey. whatâs up?â
âhey. are you with mingyu right now?â
âyeah, why?â
âwhere are you?â
âuhââ he stutters out an address in the middle of the city, clearly confused by the urgency in your voice. âwhatâs going on? what do you need mingyu for?â
âwell, itâs hard to explain. anyway, iâm coming over.â
âheâs kind ofââ
you quickly interrupt him by hanging up. taking your wallet and car keys, you head out. the address wonwooâs given you is located in the club scene downtown, and you make it there in no-time with the navigation on your phone.
parking your car across the block, you get out and check your phone, heading to wherever wonwoo and mingyu currently are. you usually tend to go for the clubs at the other side of the city, as the vibe feels a little different here, but youâve been around the neighborhood a couple times, so itâs not entirely unfamiliar to you.
when you arrive at the club, you catch the sight of your friend leaning against the stone wall outside.
jeon wonwoo, all handsome in his expensive jacket and sleek shoes, looks surprised when he notices you of all people coming up to him, even though you told him you were coming. his voice is soft when he greets you. âhey. you gonna tell me what exactly youâre doing here?â
shrugging your shoulders, you put your hands in the pockets of your black coat. âyou said you were here with mingyu. i gotta talk to him.â
âright now?â
taking note of his baffled reaction, you tilt your head to the side. âyes, right now. i donât care if heâs occupied.â
wonwoo brings a cigarette to his lips, pushing the pair of dark-rimmed glasses higher up his nose. âwhatâs going on with you and him, anyway? i thought you hated each other.â
âwe still do.â
âwell, somethingâs changed.â
âbelieve me, wonwoo, i donât like him any more than he likes me.â
all he does is narrow his dark eyes at you.
just when you want to open the backdoor to the club, wonwoo stops you. âyou do know what kind of establishment this place is, right?â
frowning at him, you open the door just the slightest bit to check whatever heâs getting at, and once you catch sight of the pink and red lights, sensual music and metal poles attached to the ceiling, you momentarily close the door again.
right. this must be one of those clubs that are hidden from the prying eyes of non-customers, to give the illusion thereâs nothing going on behind these walls, giving the rich clients some privacy in their activities.
you roll your eyes. âwhen you said you were going to the club, i didnât think you meant a strip club.â
âi was about to tell you when you hung up on me.â
âso why are you out here and not in there with him?â
âbecause i wanted to smoke and he felt like heading into a more secluded space. with company, no doubt.â
oh, this is gonna be fun. since kim mingyu pretty much ruined your life, the very least you can do in return is ruin his night. you briefly chuckle to yourself. âalright. well, have fun smoking.â
âyouâre still going in?â he calls after you, and all you can do is scoff.
âyou think i care whether kim mingyuâs gonna have a good time or not?â
âforget i asked.â he responds, the hint of a smile tugging at his facial features. âiâll wait here âtil you get back.â
you shoot him a knowing smirk before stepping into the club. remaining in the background, you scan the area to see if thereâs a glimpse of him somewhere.
at the other side of the bar, a man seems to be on watch in front of a separate hallway, so you figure thatâs where the jackpot is.
not bothering to look back at the bartender, whose gaze trails after you, you head over to where you need to be, which is where youâre stopped in your path, as expected.
âthese are occupied private rooms, maâam.â a bouncer tells you.
âlook, sir, iâŚâ you begin, coming up with some bullshit excuse to get past him, âiâm pretty sure i saw my boyfriend just go in here with a dancer. all i want is a confirmation, iâm not looking to start drama.â
before the man can respond, you wordlessly hold up a small stack of hundred dollar bills between your index and middle finger, waiting for him to take the bribe.
works like a charm wherever you go.
his demeanor changes once he sees the money. âwhatâs he look like?â
âtall, dark medium-long hair, brown eyes, pretty handsome â though thatâs probably subjective.â you shrug, adding a little fake smile to it. you can get far in life with a little charm and money.
the few generic features seem to be enough for the bouncer to know who youâre talking about. he takes the money from your hand, pointing his finger at one of the more secluded rooms in the back.
âgo for room number six.â he says, stepping to the side so you can pass him.
thanking him, you head into the back, the heels of your ankle boots clicking against the floor.
the rooms have their matching numbers on neon signs above them. your eyes curiously take in everything they see, but all rooms grant the people in them privacy with the use of frosted glass.
once youâve made it to the room with the number six on the sign, you take a breath while your hand rests on the handle.
you enter the room soundlessly. the broad space is dimly lit with its soft lights, a mixture of yellow, pink and red almost convincing you that this place is a mere fever dream.
mingyu is seated on the velvet red couch, his legs spread with a girl in skimpy lingerie dancing between them.
yet his eyes are on you.
with his head tilted down, he looks up at you from beneath his lowered brows, peering right past the bare hips of the girl as if sheâs not dancing in front of him at all.
you catch a hint of intrigue in his features. he reaches inside his pocket to hand a small stack of money to the dancer in the exact same way you did with the bouncer only a minute before, and the girl leaves you to your privacy.
âhello to you, too.â he says, not bothering to move a single muscle as he remains on the soft couch.
ânext time, answer your damn phone.â you scold him, staring him down with the coldest glare you can muster, and mingyuâs not sure why, but he relishes in it. it doesnât happen often that someone treats him like this.
âi was occupied.â he casually answers, his hand running through his dark locks.
âwell, not anymore.â you grin, handing him your phone to show the photo of the bank transcripts. âapparently, my dead father just took fifty grand out of his account.â
mingyu furrows his brows at the screen. âwhere?â
âall the way at the other side of the city. question is, who else has access to his account, aside from me?â
âwe should go and check the footage.â he says, shrugging his shoulders, and he finally gets up, towering over you again. âi know someone whoâs with the municipal authorities, iâll make the call.â
âright now?â you ask, referring to how deep into the night it is, at which he raises his brow.
âyes, right now. this is the best clue weâve come across so far. donât you agree?â
âi do. i just thought you cared more about, yâknow, being occupied.â you emphasise the last words with a waving hand, gesturing to the girl that was previously dancing on him, and his flirtatious nature comes right back to him as if it never left.
âwhy? wanna give me a show before we leave?â he smirks, getting closer, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of you, to see whatâs lurking underneath your closed-off persona.
fine. both of you can play this game, you think to yourself. âwhat, are the girls here not enough to get you off?â
âis that a yes?â
âwhy would you want a lap dance from a girl you canât stand? i may not like you, mingyu, but i didnât think youâd stoop so low to go after any woman with a pulse.â
âi feel flattered,â he smiles, eyes trailing down to your exposed collarbones, finding it ridiculously hot in here, âand i donât particularly like you, either, but we both know youâre gorgeous. besides, iâve seen you dance at chanâs club. you looked good.â
his honesty almost stuns you in your place. you didnât think he held that kind of physical attraction towards you, yet it makes you feel good â because you think heâs fucking hot, too.
such a shame that heâs an asshole.
but still, thereâs no time to dwell on his words. you have a reputation to uphold and a murder to solve, after all.
so you lean in, whispering your decision. âin your dreams.â
jesus, mingyu thinks, do you even remotely know how much sex appeal you have? it makes him beyond impulsive. âdid you know studies have shown that sleeping with someone you canât stand is arguably the best thing ever?â
you sarcastically reply to him with the exact same tone. âdid you know youâd be so much more bearable if you just kept your mouth shut?â
âwhat? itâs part of my charm.â is all he says in return, snickering a little over your response, and you merely roll your eyes.
âweâve got a different idea of charm, then.â
âokay, fair enough.â he shrugs, still maintaining the minimal distance between your bodies. âso what do you find charming? iâm dying to know, really.â
âi like men who donât feel the need to pay for a womanâs touch.â the reply comes fast and sharp as a blade. âi hope you pay them generously, since they have to put up with you out of all people.â
âshe didnât touch me, though. itâs a strip club, not a brothel.â
âhow noble of you.â you humorlessly chuckle at him, attitude turning more playful.
âmhm.â mingyu nods his head, the rest of his words sounding lower and suave. âtell me more. câmon, iâm curious. i gotta know my partnerâs preferences, right?â
the look you give your current partner is something. you decide to indulge him this once, face inching closer to his, just to keep things interesting. âi want someone who wonât hold me back. someone who will accept me for who i am â uninhibited.â
thereâs something you canât quite place flashing behind his eyes. itâs close to intrigue, but more intense, and you donât think youâve ever seen it in anyone elseâs eyes before.
âgood to know.â he breathes out, as if your words stole his breath, and you come to the realization that maybe, thereâs more to kim mingyu than you thought.
now that he seems to be pretty much speechless, you raise your shoulders. âso, are we heading out or should i tell the dancer to come back in?â
he stutters out a reply, and you find it funny how his attitude is constantly going back and forth between a flustered mess and the most confident guy in the room.
once youâve returned to the backdoor where you got in, you see wonwoo is still outside, his cigarette put out on the ashtray beside him.
âyou leaving?â wonwoo asks, waiting for either of you to answer.
âyeah. duty calls.â mingyu replies while putting his jacket on.
for what itâs worth, wonwoo is actually a dear friend of yours, and one of the few people you show physical affection to, so you give him a kiss on the cheek before walking off. âcatch you later, okay?â
he nods, catching mingyu curiously watching the exchange, and when you walk off with him, wonwoo notices him put his hand on your lower back, which you proceed to swat away.
a mere twenty minutes later, you and mingyu are seated in your car in an empty parking lot, looking at a screen displaying street security footage of the bank where the withdrawal was made earlier tonight.
mingyuâs friend seungkwan, who works for the authorities, sent you the footage, and as youâre looking it over, heâs on the phone explaining his observations. âhe was wearing a mask and a cap, so we couldnât recognize him. the car he drove has a license plate that doesnât match, so likely stolen. he drove from a nearby parking garage to the bank, withdrew the cash, got back in the car and then parked it right here, about six blocks further, in the business district.â
the building the car is parked across is one youâd recognize any time of day. itâs where your fatherâs main office is â or was â one of the places he never allowed you to get into, or anyone for that matter. it was the only place where he got the peace and quiet he wanted.
you turn your head to glance at mingyu, giving him a knowing look. âthatâs where my fatherâs main office is.â
âyou think the guyâs gonna try to break in?â
âif he got his hands on the passcodes and proceeds to wait before the building he always worked in, then yeah, i do.â
you nod in agreement, because he makes a fair point. mingyu looks at the worried expression on your face and decides youâve gathered enough information now.
he thanks seungkwan and tells him bye before hanging up, then turning his focus to you. âwhoever that guy is, if heâs planning on breaking in, we gotta beat him to it.â
âyou wanna break into an office on the seventh floor located in a building that neither of us are allowed into? they wonât even let us pass the front desk. i know because iâve tried.â
he shakes his head. âtrust me â weâll find a way in. iâve got an idea, but itâs not gonna be easy.â
vi. WEâRE NOT SO DIFFERENT, YOU AND I
the following days are spent analyzing and memorizing blueprints, tracking the people entering and exiting the building and checking security in the hope of finding some kind of loophole in the system.
trying to get in through the front door is too risky, so youâve opted for the roof instead, because thereâs several buildings so closeby that you can get into either of the buildings next to it and reach it from there. youâll get in with a classic heist movie tactic you pray works in real life as well.
ventilation shafts.
so now, youâre both in dark and practical clothing to attempt breaking in. because your plan is mediocre at best.
as you watch from the rooftop of a currently unoccupied office building nearby with a binocular, you face-palm yourself the moment you notice the security set-up is different than anticipated with the blueprints, meaning the ventilation shafts are most likely not accessible. âwell, fuck.â
âwhatâs wrong?â
you hand the binocular to mingyu, and he mimics your previous actions, huffing in annoyance when he sees it too. âshit. what do we do now?â
ânothing.â
âwhat?â
âour plan was already risky enough, but now that we pretty much donât even have a way in, weâd be stupid to try. we only have a fifteen-minute window before a security guard comes up the roof again.â
âthatâs plenty.â
âit would be, for like â a swat team. weâre amateurs. at this, anyway.â
âspeak for yourself.â
âoh, iâm sorry, have you done anything remotely on this scale before?â
âwell⌠no.â
pinching the bridge of your nose, you roll your eyes to yourself. âwe shouldâve brought wonwoo.â
mingyu is quick to respond with a sarcastic comment. âand tell him what, exactly? âhey, we need your help breaking into one of the best-guarded buildings in the city so we can snoop around and try to find a clue leading to a killerâ?â
âwell, i donât know if youâve noticed, gyu, but we quite literally have no other options.â
âwe could always try the front door. youâre still his daughter, they might let you in.â
âi really hope that wasnât an actual suggestion, because if it was, it would highly diminish the idea i have of your intelligence.â
âis this your way of telling me you think iâm smart?â
âwell, currently, i think youâre being an idiot, so no.â you retort, stealing the binocular out of his hand again. âgod, iâm starting to respect criminals. this shit is difficult to navigate around.â
mingyu chuckles as he adjusts the black baseball cap on his head. âthere has to be another way. maybe we couldââ
ââget in through an open window.â you interrupt, handing the device over to him. âyou see the glass window in the roof of his office? it looks like itâs ajar.â
once he sees it too, he tilts his head. âitâs almost too easy. itâd have to open manually, otherwise weâre screwed.â
you can only shrug. âitâs only a modern interior on the inside, the building itself is older, so the odds might be on our side. besides, itâs worth a shot, right?â
âcanât argue with that.â he agrees, checking the other buildings around to figure out the best approach.
you watch him as heâs distracted. heâs fully going for the whole partners-in-crime thing youâve got going on with him, yet a part of you is still unsure what his motives might be.
but for now, youâll just focus on the task at hand.
every fifteen minutes, a security guard comes up to the roof, checks everything, stays for a minute or two and leaves again. youâve been keeping track of it. as soon as the one currently on duty closes the door to the staircase behind him, heading back down, you both start a silent timer on your watches, getting to work.
one thing you discover doing said task is that jumping from roof to roof is really not as easy as they make it seem in the movies. if anything, itâs pretty scary, even if they are relatively close to eachother.
the jump from the last building to the one you need to be on top of has the biggest gap, and mingyu takes a solid leap, landing ever so gracefully.
you shuffle your feet for a moment, making the mistake of looking down. mingyu notices your hesitation and tries to encourage you the best he can. âit looks scary, but itâs a relatively easy jump. i swear. thatâs gotta mean something coming from a person with a fear of heights.â
clenching your fists, you try to steady your breathing. âdonât you lie to me, kim.â
thereâs something strangely charming about you using his last name whenever youâre scolding him. âcâmon. iâve always thought you were fearless. youâre not gonna diminish the idea i have of you, right?â
curse him for using your words against you like that.
clenching your fists, you bite your lip, the worst case scenario going through your head over and over.
âjust go back a couple steps. steady your breathing, and then you run. okay?â
you donât respond to his words but do as he says anyways. the jump isnât even that far, youâre just afraid of tripping.
but you wonât go out embarrassing yourself in front of kim mingyu. your pride is too strong for that.
so you take a deep breath and make a run for it, jumping over the gap and landing on top of the other roof, far away from the edge. mingyu laughs triumphantly. âgood job.â
âthanks.â you smile as he helps you up to your feet, and you dust off your jacket, proud of yourself for going through with it.
the two of you walk over to the glass window, and you kneel down, inspecting the lock. thank fuck â itâs so simple that all you have to do is click it open. youâre guessing they probably thought the security walking around was enough.
with your hands covered in gloves, you wiggle them through the gap and crack it open, after which mingyu takes the lead. he lets himself drop into the office silently, looking up at you as a gesture for you to follow him.
you attempt to do the same as him, but you figure he must have strong arm muscles, because youâre barely able to hold yourself up the way he can. he notices your struggle and moves to stand underneath you.
âjust let go. iâll catch you.â
âare you sure?â
he nods, his arms up as if heâs waiting for you to jump right into them. âyeah, yeah. i got you.â
not entirely convinced, you try to drop onto the floor in a way you can still hold yourself up, but mingyu proves himself true to his word when he catches you as easily as drawing his next breath. he looks you in the eye while he has you in his arms, his senses feeling heightened as your clothed skin touches with his.
then you tap on his shoulder, and he lets go of you.
the office is bigger than anticipated. the moonlight from outside is bright enough for you to not need a flashlight, so thatâs beneficial.
mingyu is awfully quick on his feet for someone as tall and bulky as him. heâs quiet in every step he takes, which is useful in a situation like this.
while he begins to look through a bunch of drawers, you open cabinet after cabinet, going through some documents that donât really contain anything interesting.
you turn to look at the desk and the painting on the wall behind it. itâs nothing spectacular â your father never had much of an appreciation for art, so you find it strange heâd even have it up here.
out of sheer curiosity, you try to check if thereâs a secret stash behind the painting like in those crime movies.
you have to refrain from laughing when your eyes fall onto the safe in the wall. âhey. gyu.â
he turns around, his entire demeanor changing when he sees what youâve found. âyouâre kidding.â
the safe has a surprisingly easy system. it has four dials, so you need a code with four numbers to get access to whateverâs inside. you change the dials to your birth year for fun, but naturally, it doesnât work. hell, mingyuâs birth year might have a better shot.
while you try out every combination you can think of, mingyu gets the little notebook out of his pocket â the one that was part of your fatherâs inheritance. he flips to one of the last pages. âtry 9-3-6-8.â
going with his suggestion, you rotate the dials until they have the right numbers, and you hear a click. blinking a few times, you turn the small crank wheel beside the dials and open the safe.
thereâs not much inside in terms of quantity, but the things that are in there are no joke.
two gold ingots, a stack of files and a loaded handgun with a silencer attached to it.
âwhat the fuck was he up to?â mingyu asks rhetorically, inspecting the pistol with care, and you shrug, grabbing the files to put them into the bag you took with you.
âi donât know, but we should hurry up. we can look at whatever all this is later. clockâs ticking.â
he figures you make a good point, so you hold out your bag, and he puts all of the safeâs contents into it.
youâre both scared to death when you suddenly hear voices coming from the other side of the door. you immediately zip up your bag and close the safe back up, putting the painting right back in front of it.
footsteps come approaching your direction, and you realize you donât have enough time to get back out of the office without being caught red-handed, so youâll have to find a place to hide.
just as youâre about to go sit underneath the desk, mingyu doesnât hesitate to grab you by your hand and pull you against his body, both of you hiding in the small gap between the bookcase and the wall, which is right next to the door.
you almost jump in your place when the door is opened by a security guard, and mingyu puts his hand over your mouth to make sure the guard doesnât hear you.
thankfully, youâre hidden right behind the door now that itâs opened, but your heart is fucking pounding as your chest is pressed against mingyuâs, and all you can focus on is him.
heâs suffocatingly close to you.
the situation forces you to look at him so closely â like never before. your attention trails down from his dark eyes to the litte mole on the bottom of his nose, the shape of his lips, and the glimpse you catch of the silver chain adorning his collarbones.
itâs the first time you see how big of a man he is. heâs been working out a lot in the past few years, with considerable results â standing this close to him highlights the contrast between his frame and yours.
the footsteps leave the office not long after, and the door closes. youâre finally able to breathe properly when he releases his palm from your mouth, and you inhale and exhale deeply.
âyou alright?â
âyeah. that was just â scary.â you respond, cracking a little smile.
he nods, neither of you really moving in your places yet. âyou can let go of me, yâknow.â mingyu whispers, sounding entirely unconvincing, and you frown before looking to your hand thatâs apparently been clutching his jacket this whole time.
âoh, yeah. sorry.â
âitâs okay.â he assures you, pointing to the ceiling. âwe should probably head back.â
you agree and sling the bag over your shoulders, on your back. he gets onto the desk first so he can climb out the same window you used to get in, and once heâs gotten up the roof again, he extends his hand to you so he can pull you up.
it doesnât go smoothly. heâs a little clumsy, but he manages, so you take a breather once youâve made it out of the office with him. you close the window in the exact position it was before you opened it, and you make it to the safety of the rooftop where you started just twenty minutes ago.
as you quickly go down the stairs of the abandoned building to reach the ground floor, he laughs triumphantly. âholy fucking shit. i canât believe we actually pulled that off.â
you smile at him with adrenaline still rushing through you, heart still pounding in your chest when you realize what you just did.
and honestly, you donât think youâve ever felt that⌠alive.
a mere fifteen minutes later, youâre seated in a half-empty diner with him. heâs across from you in the booth, elbows on the table as he fiddles with his fingers.
while he looks around the place, you take the files you found in the safe out of your bag so you can look them over.
as your eyes fall onto the first page, you frown.
mingyu notices your gaze. âwhatâs wrong?â
you switch to the other file folders before scoffing to yourself, realization hitting you. âyou gotta be fucking kidding me. theyâre tabs he kept on the people around him. the staff at home, his driver... even me. and you. well, looks like he didnât trust you completely.â
before he can even reply to the subtle dig, you slide the folder with his name on it across the table, and he opens it up, noticing a huge chunk of information on him neatly stashed away in separate documents. thereâs even candids there that mustâve been made by a private investigator.
âi knew he was paranoid, but this takes the cake.â you mutter, and you throw the folders back into your bag, and mingyu hands you his so you can take it as well.
âwell, this sucks.â he sighs. âthose files arenât of much use, so now weâre back to square one.â
you tilt your head. âthatâs not entirely true. we might be able to check where the gun came from, or whose name itâs registered under.â
mingyu hums, lifting the cup to his mouth, whispering a compliment, not really expecting for you to hear it. âsmart girl.â
with your bag zipped up and everything off the table again, itâs quiet between you and mingyu for a moment.
âgod, iâm starving.â he says as you wait for your food to arrive, and where heâs slightly fidgeting in his place, you sit completely still, looking at him with a frown. once he catches your gaze, he raises a brow at you. âwhat?â
âdo you do this often?â
âeating in a cheap diner?â
âtrespassing. breaking in. illegal activities. whatever you wanna call it.â
he shrugs. âoccasionally. keeps life interesting, yâknow?â
the casualness in his attitude makes you scoff. âsure.â
âyou donât agree?â
âi didnât say that.â
âno, but then again, you donât really say much at all.â he says bluntly. he doesnât mean it as an offensive statement in the slightest, but it wouldâve probably sounded better if worded differently.
for a moment, he thinks his impulsivity mustâve upset you, seeing as you remain silent for a moment.
then you laugh at him. the sound is completely new to him, yet strangely soothing to his ears.
âyouâre bold, iâll give you that.â you snicker before taking a sip of your coke. âbut i assume you donât have an issue with people who are on the quieter side, since youâre besties with wonwoo and all.â
mingyu mimics your facial expressions. âyeah, i prefer being around quieter people more. but i didnâtâit came out wrong. i meant, you donât really, like... show who you are. if that makes sense. even back when we were in high school, you were like a mystery. you still are, to me.â
âis this what this whole partnering-up thing is about? you wanting to unravel the mystery about me? because if it is, iâll give you credit for the creativity.â
mingyu tilts his head. âwell, itâs a little more nuanced than that.â
âif you wanted to get to know me, why didnât you try years ago?â
âhave you met you?â
you roll your eyes. he smirks at you, enjoying your company quite a lot, anticipating whatever it is youâll say in response.
âyou wanna know something, mingyu?â
âyeah.â
âyouâre telling me iâm the mysterious one, but iâd say thatâs you.â
his playfulness falters a bit, and he shows his confusion instead. âme?â
âmhm. youâre popular, good-looking, charming, all of that â and i think youâve got layers to yourself that no one even knows about. characteristics no one would ever dare imagine when they think of you.â
his breath hitches in his throat. âwhy do you think that?â
twisting your lips into a pout, you put your drink back down on the table. âwouldnât be any fun if i outright told you, would it?â
mingyu narrows his eyes at you. you just shrug, as if to tell him heâll figure it out, if heâs smart enough.
and he welcomes the challenge.
âokay.â he smiles, biting his lip when he leans back in his seat. âbut, hypothetically â what if youâre wrong about me? what if i donât have those layers youâre talking about?â
you eye him up and down, remaining quiet with your arms crossed over your chest. youâve always had that attitude. like you know more than everyone else, as if youâre the smartest person in the room. usually, you are. and yet youâre never smug about it, unless someone challenges you to be â youâre always calm, cool, collected. stoic. the fact that wonwoo of all people called you an ice princess years ago says enough.
âiâd be sorely disappointed.â
âso you have high expectations of me?â
âin a way, perhaps. though youâll have to work a little harder to impress me.â
âtonight wasnât enough?â
âit was a start. we still loathe eachother, remember?â
âright. iâll keep that in mind for next time.â
sure, you and kim mingyu hate one another, but he still makes you smile the most anyone has in ages, and you make him feel more alive than anyone else has.
vii. FRIENDS CLOSE, ENEMIES CLOSER
âiâve got bad news.â you say, tapping your nails on the coffee table in your living room as you have mingyu on speaker.
âokay. do tell.â
âthe gun isnât registered, so we pretty much only have the files as evidence.â
âyeah. i doubt your father put those files together himself, since they seem like the work of a professional. we might be smart to seek out the private investigator who gave him the intel.â
you know he hears you sigh at the other end of the line, and your response hardly sound convincing. âyeah, i guess.â
âwhatâs wrong?â
itâs quiet for a moment. you speak up with a tension rumbling in your chest. âmaybe we should just quit, gyu. i donât feel like what weâre doing is actually going anywhere. we still donât have a proper lead.â
then itâs his turn to remain silent, and you swear you can hear his breath shudder. âweâll get there. it just... takes some time.â
âyou sound a little too sure of that.â
âi just think itâd be a waste to not continue after the stunt we pulled last week.â
âwhatâre we gonna be doing next? breaking into the national bank?â
âsomething tells me youâd find that exciting.â
well, shit. have you become so transparent that kim mingyu of all people can tell the truth about you?
âmaybe i would.â you grumble like a child admitting defeat.
the sound of his laughter echoes through the phone. it subconsciously brings a small smile to your face.
âlook, i have a meeting âtil five. i can come by after to brainstorm about things, pick up some food on the way. are you free tonight?â
âyeah. text me when youâre on the way here.â
âyes, maâam.â he jests, saying heâs got to go before hanging up. it leaves you to stare at your phone for a minute. a past version of yourself would never believe it if you said mingyu would ever get close to you in the way he has over the past two months. itâs been a strange time. itâs come to the point youâre pretty sure you donât even hate him as much as you used to.
maybe you donât even hate him at all anymore. maybe.
but something about admitting that to yourself feels scary, so you put your thoughts elsewhere while secretly looking forward to having him come over again.
itâs a quarter past five when he sends you a message, letting you know heâs picked up the food and on the way to your house, and a mere twenty minutes later, you and him are seated in the lounge on the first floor as he tells you about his day â all while shoving a dumpling into his mouth.
what interrupts you, however, is the noise of your doorbell. mingyu frowns instantly, and you mimic his expression, because you werenât expecting any more company. âwhoâs that?â
âno idea.â you shrug, so you get up from your seat, jogging down the stairs with mingyu following you, simultaneously chewing the food in his mouth.
checking the screen beside the door thatâs connected to the doorbell, you notice a familiar face standing outside.
âisnât he the main detective on the investigation?â mingyu asks rhetorically, his body language changing to something more stiff. âwhat is he doing here?â
âgood question. i certainly didnât invite him, but the guy at the front gate probably told him i was home. fuck â you have to hide.â
âhide? why?â
because the detective thinks you still hate mingyu, so seeing him here would make your story hardly plausible. âbecause he canât see you, obviously. get upstairs and stay there. iâll distract him.âÂ
âare you sure?â
âyeah, so go!â you push him back with your hands on his chest, and he seems hesitant to leave you by yourself, but he eventually jogs up the stairs again to get out of sight.
the inspector smiles only as a formality. you do the same. you havenât spoken to him since you indirectly accused him of being an asshole, a while before your fatherâs funeral.
âgood evening. i hope i havenât come at a bad time. may i come in?â
âi have to take a business call soon, actually, so another time would beââ
âi wonât be long. i assume youâd like to have an update on the investigation?â
well, fuck. heâs got you there, so youâre forced to let him in, but you donât let him wonder and gesture for him to sit down in the living room, on the couch. you move to take the seat directly across from him to ensure his focus is on you, instead of on the huge staircase behind him.
âam i still at the top of your list?â you ask. when the man tries to find the right words to respond, you scoff, filling in the blanks. of course you still are. âbut you have no evidence.âÂ
âitâs not about evidence â moreso the lack thereof. iâm stuck with two people who each have a solid motive, an alibi thatâs far from foolproof, and an important tie to the victim. you cannot deny that.âÂ
âis this another interrogation? because this is all off-record.â
ânot an interrogation. i was just wondering something â back when i spoke to you last, before your fatherâs funeral, i asked what you could tell me about kim mingyu, your fatherâs former associate.â hearing him say his name makes you anxious, yet you pull every possible muscle to hide it. âyou spoke of him as if he were the devil himself. you clearly hated him, perhaps more than you hated your father.â
âand?â
he pulls something from the inside of his jacket, and you discover theyâre a few candids, photos taken of you with mingyu while out in the city. well, thatâs just fucking great. youâre gonna have to make use of your top-notch acting skills here.
âiâm sure you wouldnât mind me asking why youâre suddenly seeing someone you claim to hate as much as you do.â
the blankness of your face dissolves as you adapt a more playful and sassy persona. âyou came all the way to my home for this? a few photos?â
âa few photos of my two main suspects together for a reason i cannot think of, yes.â
âyou canât think of a single thing? really? no offense, but i was under the impression you were at least a little clever.â
the man stares at you as if heâs trying to solve a puzzle. that can only mean one thing â heâs falling for your act.
what an idiot.
you lean forward in your place, the dry smile remaining on your face. âi fucked him. several times, actually.â
he narrows his eyes at your statement. âi thought you told me you hated him.â
âoh, i do. but a good hate-fuck is the best way to release some frustration. you should try it sometime.â the sound of your voice is monotonous as you utter the words in one go.
âiâll keep it in mind.â he sarcastically responds with a fake smile, and you copy his body language, pleased to see youâve made him somewhat uncomfortable.
he clearly wants to change the subject, but you donât feel like continuing this conversation any longer. âif youâll excuse me, i really have more pressing matters, so i trust you can see yourself out.â
the inspector huffs a bit, but he knows better than to overstay his welcome. he wordlessly allows you to let you walk him to the door before turning around. âi hope you know who youâre dealing with. not everyone is who they say they are.â
leaving you confused, he looks at you a moment, proceeding to walk out your front door, after which you close it. did he know more than he was willing to let on? what a strange visit.
when you finally decide to turn around, you see mingyu standing in the middle of the stairs, looking a little baffled, at which you roll your eyes.
âwhy would you tell him that?â
âwould you have preferred it if i told him the truth?â
âwould that be so bad?â
you scoff, passing him on the staircase. âsee, this is what i mean when i say youâre not as smart as you think you are.â
mingyu follows you back up to the lounge. âiâm just saying â maybe itâd make us look less suspicious.â
âitâd do the opposite, gyu. trust me.â
âokay. fine. but out of all the things you couldâve said, why that?â
âwell, it made him uncomfortable, making it easier to get him to leave early. and, well⌠you know what you look like.â
the last sentence really grabs his attention.
âwhat i look like?â he repeats, knowing damn well what youâre getting at, but heâs eager to hear you spell it out for him.
âwell, youâre somewhat good-looking. itâs one of your few strong points, actually.â
âso you think iâm hot?â
âdidnât quite say that.â
âno, but you implied it.â
ânot really. you may be conventionally handsome, gyu, but attraction is a whole different thing.â
âoh, câmon. admit it. iâm willing to, soâŚâ
âdo i need to remind you i said weâd keep things professional? which you agreed to.â
âgod, youâre so tough.â
âpart of my charm. maybe thatâs why you like me so much.â
âi never said i liked you.â
âno, you didnât have to.â you scoff, laughing at him, and mingyu feels the corners of his lips curling up â because youâre right.
then, as you plop down on the seats in the lounge again, you sigh as you look at the papers scattered across the table.
âyou know, itâs been weeks, and we still havenât got the slightest clue whoâs the killer,â you frown, fingers resting on your collarbone, âand if iâm being honest, i doubt we ever will.â
mingyu briefly narrows his eyes at you, proceeding to take his laptop out of his bag. you watch curiously when he silently types away at his keyboard, then turning the device around and clicking on the play button.
suddenly you hear your own voice, and the words â you said those during the interrogations. how the hell did he get his hands on those recordings?
he seems to be able to read your mind. âiâve got a contact in the force. he sent me the sorted files of everyone who was interrogated. we should probably listen to them, right? after all, we know more about the situation than the detectives.â
blinking a few times, you shrug and nod in agreement, so he increases the volume and presses the button again.
the following two and a half hours are spent listening to the recordings and taking notes of important things. youâre only halfway through them, but doing this the whole time really sucks you dry of energy.
at a certain point, you press the pause button and get up from your seat, moving to the liquor cabinet a few meters away. âyou like a good whiskey, right?â
âyeah. howâd you know?â
âi observe and listen. that, and i heard you say it to wonwoo one time.â
he chuckles at your words, watching you take the bottle with two glasses and set it down on the table.
once youâve poured the liquid into the glass, he takes what you offer him and down it in one go, after which you give him a judgemental stare. âseriously?â
âsorry. had a rough day.â
your gaze softens, and you pour him a second glass as he holds it out. âwhy?â
âi just⌠havenât been feeling great lately. not really sure why.â
well, thatâs interesting. âyour conscience eating away at you?â
his eyes widen an uncharacteristical amount, and your face is blank for a few moments until you crack a smile. he laughs it off, squeezing his hands together, which you take notice of.
âguess you could say that. no, i donât know. my sisterâs been stressed and she wonât tell me why, which is odd âcause she always comes to me â and my motherâs been overworking herself, and iâm worried for her.â
pursing your lips together, you cast your eyes down for a moment.
for some reason, you feel a sense of repulsiveness whenever mingyu speaks of his family like that. as if itâs a reminder of what you didnât have.
but you donât show it.
âsounds tough.â you reply, not intending to sound distant â you just find it difficult to know what to say.
what you fail to recognize is that mingyu sees it. he sees your struggle and the emotions you think are so deeply hidden underneath the surface. they actually are, to be honest, but heâs come to know you and with that the way you hold yourself. and heâs suddenly able to read you better.
youâre made of sharp edges only â broken glass on all sides.
he takes another sip of his drink. you down yours in one go.
âcan i ask you something?â
âsure.â
mingyuâs eyes curiously follow your every move, the alcohol in his system making him bolder. âhow are you holding up?â
âme? âm fine. why do you ask?â
âi think mostly âcause iâve asked you a lot of questions, but not that one.â
the words make you silent for a moment, and you let out a knowing sigh when you realize what heâs getting at. âi told you i was glad he died, gyu.â
âi know. but even if you are, you can still find it difficult to deal with.â
you inhale and exhale slowly, leaning back against the wall for a moment, staring into nothing. âiâm not sad that heâs gone. i never will be. but thereâs things i wanted to ask him.â
when you donât continue, he asks you to. âwhat things?â
âthings about my youth, my mother⌠hell, maybe even about you.â you shrug, chuckling for a brief moment, but the sound is gone as soon as it came. âbut i think, mostly, iâd ask if he saw himself in me.â
mingyu is intrigued by your answer. âwhy would you wanna know that?â
you shrug, your tiredness contributing to you opening up. âbecause maybe iâd hear the answer i want to hear, and not the one i currently have. my worst nightmare has always been to turn into him.â
âyou wonât be like him.â he tries to tell you, but you shake your head.
âi already am. i hated him to the bone, and yet i act like him, sound like him, handle things like him â because he taught me everything i know. at the end of the day, i am my fatherâs daughter. thereâs no changing that.â
âyouâre not a bad person. he was.â
âhow would you know? he was nice to you. stand-offish, probably, but nice.â
âyou donât think i had an idea of what kind of person he was? i cared for him, but i knew he could be harsh. i caught some bits and pieces when he⌠yelled at you after our high school graduation.â
you have an almost visceral reaction as he mentions the incident. your father had yelled at you after the graduation, because the best student of your class got a prize on the big podium, and it wasnât you. and that as a result made your father angry, because being in the top five wasnât enough â because it shouldâve been you.
it was always supposed to be you.
âwhy did you even want to be around him at all? if you knew how much of an asshole he was all this time.â
mingyu stares at the wall for a few seconds when he thinks about it. âhe came into my life when i needed it the most. but looking back, i feel guilty. i shouldnât have cared for someone like that.â
âlike what?â
âsomeone that cruel. he didnât deserve to be loved or cared for, not in any way.â
âcan only good people be loved?â you ask in return, and he seems positively surprised at your question.
âyouâd find love for a bad person?â
âmingyu.â you say his name in a brief chuckle, and it steals his breath away. âdo you think you have that much of a choice over who we love? we donât. thatâs what makes it so complicated.â
he seems to grow increasingly stressed with each thing you say, much to your surprise. âbut would you want to love someone like that?â
looking away from him for a moment, you think his words over. âif that person was good to me, and had the same values⌠yeah, i would. trust me, the few people i care about are no saints, and yet iâd go to hell and back for them.â
âam i on that list too?â
you meet his eyes, and his expression is so beautifully genuine, full of raw emotion youâve never seen him show before. itâs then that it finally hits you â kim mingyu actually cares about you.
the worst thing is that you just might care about him, too.
so you gently smile at him with a light shrug of your shoulders. âmaybe.â
he reciprocates it, his brown eyes blown wide as he gazes at you. âiâm glad. youâre on my list too, yâknow.â
âam i?â you tease, and he nods cheerfully, happy to have verbalized his appreciation for you. âwell, i didnât really see it coming, thatâs for sure.â
your words bring mingyuâs thoughts back to the death of your father, the rift you accused him of causing between the two of you. a wave of guilt comes flooding in once more.
âlook, i⌠i know you may not believe me, but i genuinely feel sorry for what happened. for taking something from you. despite the things i saw and heard, i really was too stupid to see that your dad treated you as badly as he did.â
staring him right in the eye, you donât fail to catch the earnestness in them. âitâs alright. youâre not half as much to blame as iâve tried to make myself believe you were.â
the words intrigue him. âhow come?â
swallowing the lump in your throat, you press your lips together. âbecause he didnât care about me. he never did. maybe he was different before my mother died, maybe he wasnât. i wouldnât know.â
mingyu tries to hold his ground as he watches you get emotional. he remains quiet in his spot next to you.
âcan i tell you something?â your voice is hesitant and almost inaudible, like a child whoâs trying to tell their parent they did something wrong.
when he silently nods, you continue.
âyou wanted to know why i hated you, right? well, i...â you pause in an attempt to find the right words, âi felt invisible to my father. like i didnât matter â i was treated like nothing more than a tool to improve his businesses. but you... he treated you like a son. like a person. and i spent years trying to figure out what i did wrong and you did right, and i just... i didnât get it. i still donât. but whatever it was, i was jealous that you had it and i didnât. and everyone loved you and praised you, be it our friends or their parents. everyone in our social circle. from my point of view, no one had ever uttered a single bad word about you, and then when my father began to take a liking towards you as well... i just hated you. you were my perfect scapegoat.â
the guilt on his face is clear as day. when he parts his lips, you already know he wants to apologize again, but you shake your head, speaking up first.
because you donât hate him anymore.
âmingyu, there was nothing for you to take away from me to begin with. long before you were even present in his life, he didnât care for me either.â with the corners of your lips turned down, you continue. âi did everything he asked. perfect grades, perfect manners, perfect social life. but he didnât care. itâs not often i say people have no heart, but he just⌠he just didnât have one. for his job, perhaps, for his business partners â but not for anyone outside of his work. i just didnât think that would go for his own child, too.â
you reach for your forehead, trying to take his attention away from your face, running your hand through your hair while blinking your tears away. why are you telling him all this?
but it just feels so good to finally get it all out.
âyou did the best you could.â he tells you, and you nod with watery eyes.
âi did. and somehow, none of it mattered.â
when the first heavy sob leaves you, you try to hold it back, not wanting him to see you break down.
he doesnât let you. he moves to sit next to you and takes you into his arms, and for the first time in however long, you let yourself break. the tears are your acknowledgement of the pain it has caused you over the years, the damage that will never quite heal and always follow you wherever you go.
youâre not sure why youâre falling apart this easily. you hardly ever cry anymore, perhaps a few times a year, and you usually feel strong enough to hold it all back when youâre in front of others, but this time â this time, you just canât.
âitâs alright, sweetheart. itâs okay. youâre alright. heâs gone now.â he whispers into your ear as comfort. âbut youâre not alone. not anymore.â
his heart shatters when he internally makes the comparison between the loving family he grew up in and the lonely, broken family you could hardly call home.
âwhy wasnât i enough? why didnât he like me?â you mutter to yourself, having lost control as you cry into mingyuâs neck, clinging onto his body as your chest aches.
âbecause he couldnât. he didnât have it in him to care for anyone. that says more about him than it does about you.â he responds, gently stroking your hair, even pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
and for the first time in a long time, you feel⌠cared for. like you truly matter to someone.
something that feels scary, perhaps even strange, but good.
mingyuâs big arms cage you into his hold, a comforting feeling. to be honest, you wish you could stay with him like this for the whole night. maybe even longer than that.
he rubs your back, feeling the pain in your chest as if it were his own. heâd take all of it if he could. you were damaged in a way that no one deserves, and seeing how much it still affects you and most likely will in the long term, that tears him apart.
the heavy ache in your chest subsides, yet you still cling onto him. you feel the most at ease youâve ever been with anyone.
âthank you.â you mumble, giving him a tight hug with you wrapping your arms around him âtill heâs almost suffocating. âi needed that.â
âanytime.â
you eventually finally come down from your breakdown, body slightly twitching as the last tears silently roll down your cheeks.
with your head in his lap, you lay on your side, closing your eyes for a while as the pain in your chest slowly subsides. heâs still rubbing at your clothed skin, and youâre curious if heâs aware it does wonders for calming you down.
âiâm sorry for yelling at you, gyu. after the funeral.â you speak up, voice still raspy. âi was wrong about you.â
mingyu feels his throat tighten up. âitâs okay. i was wrong about you, too. we have more in common than i initially thought we did.â
you wipe your tears away and move to sit upright, finally feeling confident enough to look him in the eye again. âlike what?â
both of you are tired. everything thatâs happened the past weeks has definitely been causing some sleepless nights for both of you, and with all the alcohol and emotions running high, youâre both feeling a tad drowsy.
he runs a hand through his dark locks. âthis part of society â i think itâs exhausting, a lot of the time. full of noise, small talk thatâs supposed to hide how cold half these people are, social pressure, all of that. but here, at home, itâs quiet. maybe a little too quiet. the thing is, i have my friends and family that i care about more than anyone else, but i still feel⌠hollow. like iâm missing something.â
you nod at him. âyou can be surrounded by people and still feel lonely.â
âyeah.â he sighs. âdo you feel it too?â
âwell, i may not have a family, but i have my friends. and they mean so much to me, and i can talk to them if i need to, but⌠yeah. i feel it too.â
he wonders if you feel the same connection that heâs feeling right now. heâs drawn to you like a damn magnet.
mingyu already knows heâs a goner when he gently puts his hand on your cheek. he feels electrified by your presence, your voice, even the way you look at him.
he needs you.
âmaybe we can be lonely together.â
his words are enough for your breath to hitch in your throat. you doubt youâve ever wanted to have someone as much as you do now.
and so you cross a line you never thought you would and press your lips to his, desperately needing his touch.
the kiss is harsh but slow, as if youâre aching to taste eachother. his hand makes its way to the back of your head, the other on your back to pull you closer to him.
his heart might as well be lurching out of his chest. god, he feels that excitement and nervousness as if he were his teenage self sharing a first kiss with his crush â yet whatever feeling is clouding his mind is something darker and deeper, something that transcends what he can describe with words.
he kisses you like his life depends on it. once youâve both pulled back to get some air, looking the other straight in the eye, itâs like youâre silently admitting that the relationship you share is more than just being partners.
itâs something that comes alarmingly close to love.
the moment is harshly interrupted when his phone rings. he blinks a few times before rolling his eyes at the timing, as heâs still half on top of you.
you can do nothing but wait underneath him as he takes the call, and when he closes his eyes and releases a sigh, you know itâs not positive.
âalright, thank you.â he says before hanging up, turning his focus to you. âthe alarm at my apartment in the city was triggered. i gotta check it out, iâm sorry.â
âitâs fine.â you mutter out, suddenly unsure of how to talk to him now that youâve crossed the line that you have.
but mingyu is much more straightforward. his gaze is warm and intense as it finds your eyes, and he wants nothing more than to stay here with you. so he shows you that.
just when your lips are about to touch again, he smirks, gently holding your chin. âiâll be back for this.â
with those words, he catches his breath and gets up from the couch, after which he jogs down the stairs, and half a minute later, you hear the front doors open and close.
the sound allows you to release the breath youâve been holding.
what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
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Night After Night
Established relationship au
Pairing: Fuckboy bf! Jungkook x Reader
MINORS DNI
Genre: lovers to exes to exes to lovers, Mostly crack, fluff, and smut but a little bit of angst because I'm a bitch.
Words : 17.6k
Summary: "Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is".... You broke up with your boyfriend because he couldn't let go of his fuckboy antiques now he's gonna win you back whatever it takes.
Warnings: Toxic relationships, Jungkook is the biggest red flag but we love him, SMUT [ ITS FILTHYYY, FINGERING, ORAL SEX (Both receiving), PENETRATIVE SEX ( Vaginal), UNPROTECTED SEX (Don't be stupid like Jungkook, please)].
A/n: This is unedited, no proof reading done.
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For the thousandth time this evening, you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you witnessed your boyfriend, once again, openly flirting with another girl in your presence. It wasn't as if he was unaware of your presence, and he wasn't doing it secretly behind your back either. He knew very well that you were right there, and the irony was that he was supposed to fetch you a drink when he stumbled upon a pair of boobs on the way.
'Baby, it will be fun,' he had said when he insisted on taking you to this party. Yet now, you found yourself sitting awkwardly on a filthy couch, uncomfortably witnessing two guys passionately making out while your so-called boyfriend indulged in flirting with the brunette, who had her hands all over his biceps. You could bet a million dollars that he was flexing them right now.
When you first met Jungkook in your college, he had the title of the biggest fuckboy of the campus and a snap score of 3 million, yes 3 million and if that's not the biggest red flag then what is? But despite the fuckboy behaviour he was a decent person. After trying (and succeeding) to get in your pants at the frat party you first met, he asked you out on a date. And of course you said yes. He gave you the full date experience, in fact it was one of the best dates you had in a while.
He took you to the movies and was respectful, keeping his hands to himself throughout the outing. During the date, he took care of you, ensuring you were well-fed and enjoyed yourself. Afterward, he even made the extra effort to drive you home in his own car, instead of that death ride he usually brings to college. He was so determined to show you that it wasn't just about sex that he didn't even insist on kissing you at your door, it was you who dragged him inside by his collar to fuck you senseless.
Jungkook surprised you, everyone else and himself when he asked you to be his girlfriend only after three dates. And he was really really sweet so you said yes. To show you how devoted he was to you and how he only had eyes for you he didn't even look at other girls let alone flirt with. But that only lasted for two months. Yes, once a fuckboy always a fuckboy. Although Jungkook remained faithful and never slept with anyone else or outright cheated on you, he still indulged in flirting and entertaining any other woman he found even remotely attractive.
Initially, you tried to dismiss it as harmless flirting, but as time went on, the situation became increasingly unbearable. The only thing preventing you from ending the relationship was the fact that he genuinely loved you. Jungkook proclaimed his love for you just three months into the relationship, whereas it took you more than six months to reciprocate those feelings.
You knew Jungkook loved you because he never failed to show you. God, the extremities that boy has gone to show you how much he loves you. One time he ran 12 miles to get to you because you sprained your ankle and was in the hospital and his car was stuck in traffic. Later he ended up fainting from exertion and you found yourself taking care of him instead. It was still really sweet gesture from him.
Once Jungkook managed to free himself from the other girl's company and arrived with a big smile and your favorite beer in hand, you promptly got up and headed towards the front door, leaving your boyfriend behind in confusion.
"Where are you going?" Jungkook asked, following you outside.
"Home." You were already ordering an uber.
"We are leaving already?"
"No, Jungkook. I am leaving already."
"But why? We were having fun."
"Again, no. You were having fun, I was just asked by two guys if I wanted to have a threesome."
"What guys?" Oh the hypocrisy.
"That's not the point JK," you finally snapped, turning to confront your boyfriend. "You're the one who dragged me to this pathetic party, and instead of being there with me, you spent 20 minutes flirting with some random chick."
"Baby, you know that was harmless."
"Again with that FUCKING EXCUSE."
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry, ok? You know I only have eyes for you. I don't even remember her name."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better? I'm leaving."
"Let me take you home, ok?"
"I already booked a ride."
"No, those things are dangerous at night. I'm not letting you leave in a cab," he insisted, without waiting for your reply he led you to the parking lot where his Harley was parked. Without any further protests, you let him firmly place your helmet on your head. Within just a month of dating, Jungkook had already arranged customised helmets for both of you as a couple. Though it might have seemed a bit tacky to some, it was his way of expressing a significant commitment, almost like a symbol of marriage in his eyes.
The ride was silent. Only him rubbing your thighs once in a while. You had time to think the whole ride. Contemplate every situation till now that has led up to this moment. Every time that he had flirted with other women and made you feel like shit, invisible. Every time he says 'oh but baby, at the end of the day I come back to you.' You have decided. You were done feeling like shit.
As the motorcycle came to a halt, you realized he had brought you to his place instead of your own. While you hadn't officially moved in together, it felt like you practically had, given the amount of time you spent there and the belongings you had at his place. The fact that he took you there didn't even surprise you; it was a place that felt like 'home' to both of you.
"Jungkook why'd you take me to your place. I said take me home."
"This is home, baby." He said helping you off his bike and taking off both of your helmets. "Let's just go upstairs and talk this out, then I'll make you cum and we'll go to sleep."
The short elevator ride to the upstairs apartment felt much longer, with neither of you uttering a word. As you entered and took off your jackets, you let out a sigh. The impending conversation was something you had been dreading, but you knew there was no other option; it had to be done. The atmosphere was heavy with tension as you prepared to address the issues that had been bothering you.
"Jungkook."
"Baby." He mocked your tone.
"Sit down." You pointed at the couch.
"Is this an intervention?" He asked with a grin.
"Just sit." He followed your order and stared at you with those big doe eyes that stopped you from breaking up with him until now. "I love this POV. Your tits look amazing."
"Jungkook, be serious."
"Why, do you keep calling me Jungkook. It's Koo and Baby for you."
Ignoring the comment you continued with your speech.
"Jungkook... I, I don't think this is working anymore." You said.
"What is not working? Baby, we're fine."
"No we're not. I've been waiting for you to grow out of this...fuckboy phase but it's been three years, Jungkook and you still haven't changed. It's even worse now."
"Come on, is this about Ally?"
"So you do remember her name."
"Does it matter? It was just some harmless flirting, I swear. I even told her I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, I'm so flattered," you retorted, the sarcasm evident in your voice, which seemed to annoy him slightly. Your frustration and displeasure were clear, as you couldn't overlook the impact of his behavior on your feelings.
"Look, what am I supposed to do? Stop talking to women? Is that what you want?"
"Oh my god, do you not see?" you exclaimed, your emotions pouring out. "You entertain them and flirt with them, and it makes me feel terrible, Jungkook. I'm your girlfriend, yet you don't even bother to introduce me to these women. And you call it harmless flirting? What about this?" You pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket, confronting him with evidence of his actions.
"I had no idea she slipped it in my pocket."
"I saw you take it from her."
"But I was not going to call. I swear, baby. You know I would never. I only took that so-"
"So what? So she would wait around the whole night for you to call? That's even worse."
"Babe, look. I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want me to do. I made a mistake and I won't do it again, I promise. I swear on it."
"You don't have to. You can call her if you want to. We are done here," you declared firmly, your decision made. His eyes widened in response to your decisive words, realizing the gravity of the situation.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm breaking up with you, Jungkook. It's just not working for me anymore. I'm so tired of your behavior," you expressed with a heavy heart. He was now on his knees before you, tears welling up in his eyes but not yet streaming down his cheeks. Despite the pain, you knew that ending the relationship was the best decision for your well-being and emotional health.
"No no, baby, no. We are not breaking up."
"No. Jungkook we're done."
"No."
"What do you mean no? This is not how it works."
"I'll be better, ok? I promise. Please don't break up with me. I can't live without you. Please. I'll do anything you want. I'll prove it to you." The tears were falling down now. And as much as it hurt to watch him cry you were going to stand firm on your decision. "Let me make it up to you, baby. Please." When his shaking lips made contact with yours you couldn't push him away. One last time wouldn't hurt right? Maybe you'll give him this one last time. God knows he needed this. You needed this.
So you let him. Didn't stop him when he picked you up and took you to yo- his bedroom, Laid you down on his bed, undressed you. You didn't stop him when he kissed down your body, brought you to your high with his mouth. You let him love you one last time.
******
Breaking up with Jungkook had been difficult, and it's been a week since then. The impact of the breakup weighed heavily on you as well, despite your decision being the right one. You cared deeply for him, though maybe not to the same extreme extent as he did for you, it seemed his love for you bordered on being overly intense and possibly unhealthy.
The breakup had also left you feeling deeply saddened and missing him greatly. However, the impact on Jungkook was even more profound, and describing it as devastating would be an understatement. The next day, as you began getting ready to leave, you noticed Jungkook gazing at you with a lost and vulnerable expression, like a bewildered bunny. It was heartbreaking to witness, and you had to gently remind him that you had broken up with him the night before. The pain of the breakup was evident in his eyes, and it made the situation even more challenging for both of you.
"But, baby we had sex."
"Sex doesn't fix everything, Jungkook. I'm still breaking up with you. It was goodbye sex."
Jungkook was frantic when he realised you were serious about the breakup. Begged you to stay but you had already made up your mind.
Seeing the overwhelming number of missed calls and text messages from your ex-boyfriend, you let out a sigh. Despite the breakup, he was persistently trying to reach out to you, with all the messages saying almost the same thing. While you believed that blocking someone was immature and didn't want to stoop to that level, his relentless badgering was becoming too much to handle. If he continued this behavior, you might eventually have no choice but to block him on your contacts and social media platforms.
As your phone blared for the 58th time, your coworkers shot glares in your direction, clearly annoyed by the constant interruptions. Feeling apologetic, you flashed them a smile and finally picked up the phone.
"I swear to god, Jungkook. I will block you if you don't stop calling me."
"Baby-"
"No, Jungkook. No baby. We broke up remember?"
"You broke up with me, I never accepted it. You're still my baby."
"Jungkook I'm serious. Stop calling me. I will block you."
"You won't."
"Try me."
"Come outside?"
"What? Kook, I'm not home."
"I know. I'm outside your office. They won't let me in."
"Yes I told them not to. What are you doing here? Jungkook you have a job too, you know that right?"
"I know. But it's not important right now."
"Not important right now? That's your only source of income." You reminded him, resting your forehead on your hand.
"I don't care. What will I do with the money if you're not with me?"
"Pay your bills?"
"Come outside. I wanna see you."
"I can't. I already had my lunch break. Look, Jungkook, just go back home, ok? Don't do this to yourself. I'm hanging up. Don't call me again or I will block you." You ended the call without waiting for a reply, and the calls finally stopped, but the messages persisted. Deciding it was necessary for your peace of mind, you muted his contact to temporarily shield yourself from the continuous messages.
It was 4 hours later you were exiting the office building with your coworkers when one of them pointed something out.
"Is that Jungkook?" Sherry said and you turned your attention to where she was pointing, and to your surprise, there was Jungkook sitting on one of the benches just outside the building. He stood up with a hopeful smile and waved at you as you approached. His unexpected appearance caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions at seeing him again after the breakup.
"You guys go. I'll talk to him."
As your coworkers questioned if you were okay, you gave a simple nod to reassure them. However, you couldn't hide the glare in your eyes as Jungkook approached you. The mix of emotions inside you was evident, but you tried your best to maintain composure in front of your colleagues.
"What are you still doing here, Kook?"
"Well you told me not to call you again and your guard wouldn't let me in so I had no other option."
"Yes you did. You had the option to go home."
"But I wanted to see you." Oh god it was frustrating. You are not even surprised that he's acting like a child. He has always been like this, nagging and pestering until you give him what he wants. You are actually more surprised by the fact that he waited a whole week before showing up at your workplace.
"So what you just wait here for 4 hours?"
"No .. 8 hours. I've been here since morning."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
"No. Ask your guards. We are friends now." You closed your eyes to calm yourself.
You spoke with concern in your voice, realizing that Jungkook's actions were not healthy for him. "Jungkook, this is not healthy⌠Why are you doing this to yourself?" you asked, genuinely worried about the toll the breakup was taking on him. You understood that he was struggling with the situation, but his continuous attempts to contact you were not helping anybody.
"Baby, I'll do anything to prove to you that I want you back."
You expressed firmly, "That's not going to change anything. We are not getting back together." You reiterated your stance, hoping he would come to accept it and eventually find a way to move forward.
"You're saying that now."
"No. My answer is not going to change." He looked unconvinced. "At least tell me you ate something?" a small smile crept across your face as you heard his stomach loudly grumble in response to your question. You decided to set aside your differences momentarily and focus on making sure he was okay in the present moment.
"You still care about me?" Of course you still cared about him. You didn't break up with him because you don't love him anymore, you broke up because he was an asshole and you realised he was never going to change. And you have to keep reminding yourself that. He's never going to change.
"Where's your bike?"
"I didn't bring it. I don't like riding without you holding me."
"Did you bring your car at least?"
"I walked."
"You walked?"
"I figured that when you come back to me, we'd have to deal with the hassle of taking both of our cars back home and riding separately, which I didn't want to go through. So, I decided to walk instead."
"You're unbelievable." He just smiled at you as if it was a compliment. All you wanted was to go home, miss him to death and cry yourself to sleep while holding his old shirt. Was it too much to ask?
His stomach grumbled again. As if asking you to feed him. Jungkook knew he was not only torturing himself but you as well. Was this his strategy? Annoy you back in his arms?
"Fine. Let's go?"
"Are you taking me home?"
"No. I'm taking you to eat something."
"Then you're taking me home so I can fuck some sense into you and we can get past this?"
"You know what? I'm leaving. Die starving."
"No I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please feed me."
Despite your current feelings of frustration and hurt towards Jungkook, you chose to bring him to your home that night. It wasn't for any romantic reasons or to give in to his demands. Instead, you prepared a home-cooked meal for him, knowing that he likely hadn't been eating well, surviving on ramen, cereal, and a whole lot of alcohol. And you couldn't let him go to sleep hungry, so you set aside your emotions and cared for him, making sure he had a satisfying and enjoyable meal.
*******
"You know you can't take him back right? He's very toxic for you."
On that Sunday evening, you and your best friend, Jimin, had a movie night planned to lift your spirits. The hot topic of discussion was none other than Jeon Jungkook. Unlike the rest of your friends from college who always cheered for your relationship with Jungkook, Jimin was the only one who never rooted for you two. He had always expressed his concerns about Jungkook, labeling him as toxic, and reminding you that you deserved better. Back in college, you used to get upset with him, feeling he was always negative. Ironically, as time passed, you realized that Jimin was the only one who consistently stuck by your side, while your other friends became distant.
"I know I know. But you should have seen his face, Jimin. I felt like I kicked a puppy."
"So you just took him back to your place?"
"Only to feed him, I kicked him out after, I swear."
"Really?" Jimin asked, keenly observing the guilty expression on your face. He had an uncanny ability to detect when you were lying, almost like a human lie detector. You knew you couldn't hide anything from him, and in this moment, you couldn't escape his discerning gaze.
"Ok, fine, He did stay longer than I initially said," you admitted, knowing that Jimin could see through your attempt to hide the whole truth. His raised eyebrow made it clear that he was onto you. You confessed, knowing you couldn't keep anything from your perceptive friend. "We might have had sex on the kitchen counter... And the couch... And my bedroom. But I swear that's it. I'm not lying, I kicked him out and told him it was a mistake right after. Didn't even wait till morning."
The way Jimin said your name almost made you hide out of shame. "You can't retaliate. What happened to 'we are never getting back together'? Taylor Swift will be very disappointed in you."
"I know. I know, it was wrong. It was just a moment of weakness. I swear to god it won't happen again."
Feeling guilty and conflicted after Jungkook left, you realized he might have misunderstood, thinking there was still a chance but you were still determined to not give him another one. You knew you shouldn't have done what you did that night but God did it feel good. You knew for a fact that Jungkook had already ruined you sexually for any other men or your hands or even your vibrator. You tried doing it three times after breaking up with him but not once could you bring yourself to orgasm. You just gave up after the third time, just accepted the fact that you're not going to have an orgasm ever again. People live without having orgasms right?
That is why, when Jungkook stood so close to you last night, your body seemed to betray your intentions, and you found it hard to resist him. The lingering emotions and history between you both created a pull that was difficult to ignore.
As you cleaned up the kitchen after feeding Jungkook, you hoped he would leave soon. Knowing his tendencies, you knew he would try to sneak into your bed if you went to sleep while he was still there. So, you waited for the right moment to gather enough courage to kick him out. However, Jungkook had different plans in mind. Sneaking up behind you, he cornered you against the kitchen island, catching you by surprise. The close proximity left you heavy breathed and questioning your own decision.
In the heat of the moment, everything felt like a blur, and you couldn't recall who initiated the first move or who kissed whom first. It all happened so quickly. One second he was thanking you for the dinner, and the next, he was kissing you passionately, pulling you into the moment so deeply that you momentarily forgot about the complexities of your situation. You only remember how you were so desperate that neither of you even bothered undressing completely before he thrusted deep into you on that kitchen counter. You only remember cumming as he carried you to the couch and you rode him there. You only remember him slowly laying you down on your bed and making love to you.
"You're right, Jimin. I need to be stronger. I can't let him get to me like this. You know what? Next time, I'm not even going to look at his way if he shows up."
"Yes, that's the spirit. Ignore him like all those times he ignored you while flirting with that girl from the boba place." The expression of your face immediately turned sour after hearing his words. "I'm sorry. Too soon?" You only nodded in response.
"I can't believe I kept giving him chances after chances for so long. I should've listened to you in the first place; guys like Jungkook never change," you admitted, feeling regretful for not heeding Jimin's advice earlier. Reflecting on the past, you realized that you had been hopeful that Jungkook would change, but now you understood that some people's behaviors remain consistent despite the chances they are given.
"It's still not too late." As if on cue, there were a series of knocks on your front door, and you knew all too well who it was. The familiarity of Jungkook's knocking left you feeling a mix of emotions. Gosh, was it pathetic that you could tell Jungkook from the way he knocks? "Did you order something?" Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the look on your face.
"No. It's Jungkook."
"How do you know."
"I know." The knocks grew more impatient.
"Should we not open the door?"
"No. Let's ignore him." You said turning up the volume of your tv.
"Baby, did you change the locks? My key's not working." Instead of asking Jungkook to give back your keys you had settled for the less agonizing option and got your locks changed.
"Let's just pretend that we're not home," you suggested to your best friend. Hoping to avoid any confrontation, you both waited until the knocks finally stopped after what seemed like five minutes. Relieved, you thought your plan had worked, and you both resumed watching the movie. Unbeknownst to you, your ex-boyfriend had other plans and was determined to come inside some other way if you didn't let him in.
Jungkook had never been one to give up easily, whether it was in sports, academics, or winning back his girlfriend. He was determined to do whatever it took to have you back in his arms. Realizing his mistakes, he was now ready to redeem himself. Jungkook had heard about grand romantic gestures that people used to prove their love, and he was determined to do the same for you. Some people run through airports to stop the love of their life, while others write a hundred letters to confess their love. In Jungkook's case, he was willing to risk his life and climb seven floors to reach you, showing the depth of his determination to make things right.
Both you and Jimin were startled as the silence was broken by loud knocks on your bedroom window. The sudden sound startled both you and Jimin as you looked at each other thinking the other might have the answer.
"Is that-?" Jimin couldn't even finish his sentence before you swiftly got up and ran towards your bedroom. It was indeed Jungkook hanging outside your bedroom window.
"Oh my god, Jungkook, are you fucking kidding me?" You quickly opened the windows, concerned that he might fall and get seriously hurt. Jimin followed you to your bedroom and raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. You were screaming at Jungkook while he tried to explain himself, hanging from the window.
"This is what I've always been talking about," you continued in frustration, "You always act like a fucking child, doing ridiculous things to get your way. It's just ridiculous. You can't always get whatever you want by pulling stunts like this. You could seriously get injured, you seem to have no regard for yourself or anyone else. I'm so fuc-"
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"
"None of your business. I want to talk to my girlfriend."
"Ex girlfriend."
"I said none of your business."
"Seriously, what the hell are you doing?" This time it was you asking, exasperated, as Jungkook continued to hang from the flimsy pipe outside your window. The precarious situation he put himself in only added to your frustration and concern.
"You weren't opening the door, what was I supposed to do?"
"NOT CLIMB UP THE FUCKING WALL LIKE A CREEP?"
"Can I please come in now? I don't think I can hold on to this pipe much longer." You and Jimin quickly helped the boy inside.
"Chim, can you please wait outside? I need to talk to him," you requested, and Jimin obliged, but not before warning Jungkook not to try anything or he would kick his ass. Jimin might have been smaller than your ex in size but damn that man can fight. With Jimin gone, you turned your attention back to Jungkook, ready to confront him about his reckless behavior and demand some answers.
"Care to explain yourself?"
"Baby, I miss you. So fucking much. You have no idea."
"This is insane. You have to know you're crossing a line, Jungkook. Not only are you acting like a fucking child, you're also putting your own life in danger."
"I know, I know I'm acting crazy. But how else do I show you how much you mean to me."
"Jungkook, if I meant to you that much you wouldn't make me feel like a shit in the first place."
"And I am sorry about that. I promise to be better, I wouldn't look at another woman ever again."
"Do you realize how many times we've had this conversation? It's too many, Jungkook," you expressed, "You always say the same things, but then you repeat the same mistakes all over again. I can't keep going back to you; it's just not healthy for either of us," you firmly stated, making it clear that you were determined to break this cycle and move on from the relationship.
"Baby, pl-" he walked closer to you only for you to back away.
"And you need to stop acting like this. You can't always act on impulse, you could've seriously hurt yourself."
"It's nothing. It's not that high anyway."
"It's seven floors."
"Actually, 8. I miscalculated, and well, you might wanna avoid Mrs. Katz for a while," Jungkook admitted with a hint of amusement in his voice. Despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn't help but laugh a little at his confession. Oh how much he had missed your laugh, he has always told you that you have the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard and to go without hearing it for more than a week? It's just torture.
"You have to leave."
"At least let-"
"No. Jungkook please, I can't do this. Not right now. You have to go," you said running your hands through your hair. "I miss you too, I really do. You have to understand that this is hard for me as well. And you doing all these things is not making anything easier. So please, for me, just leave." A single drop of tear fell down your left eye, you didn't have it in you anymore to back away as he walked toward you.
"Fine, I'll go now. But I won't stop," he declared, stopping right in front of you. "I won't stop until you realize that you're the one that I want. I won't stop until I convince you that you're the one for me, and I love you more than anything in this world. I'm not giving up on you, on us, baby. I don't care how long it takes, I'll beg you every day if I have to, but I won't stop until you come back to me."
His words were sincere, and you could see the determination in his eyes. A part of you desperately wanted to give in, to feel his embrace again, but you were also afraid. Afraid of going through the same cycle, afraid of getting hurt again. The conflict between your heart and mind was tearing you apart as you stood there, facing the man you still loved, but uncertain of what to do next.
He leaned closer, and you instinctively closed your eyes, expecting a kiss, but instead, you felt a light brush of his lips against your forehead. His touch was gentle, his thumbs wiping away your tears, and his lips seemingly kissing the tension away. He stayed like that for a few seconds, leaving you with mixed emotions as he showered you with affection. And with that, he left, not sparing a glance at the man in your living room. As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the love you still held for him and the need to protect yourself from potential heartache.
Like a good friend, Park Jimin didn't ask you any questions. He simply held you close, providing a comforting embrace as you sniffed against his chest all night.
*******
It's been almost a week since that conversation you had with Jungkook in your bedroom, and it's now apparent that you have a stalker. He's been following you around like a lost puppy for the better part of the week. At first, it was annoying, and you had frequent arguments with him about his behavior. But as the days passed, you've grown somewhat accustomed to his presence. Now, you mostly ignore him as he follows you around the city, giving him only the occasional side-eye before continuing with your daily routine.
Jungkook's constant presence has become both annoying and puzzling. You're not sure how he manages to track your every move or who leaked your information to him, but he seems to be everywhere. If you were riding the subway he was there sitting across you, if you were in a bar with your friends he was there scaring away all the guys that approached you, even when you were on office lunches he was sitting two tables away smiling at you. If it was anyone else it would have been creepy and you would hand them to the police but with Jungkook, sure it was annoying but also... Cute?
Sometimes he approaches you to say something or brings you flowers, while other times he simply waves at you from a distance or quietly observes you while you talk to your friends at a restaurant, much like he is doing now.
"Not to alarm you or anything but there's a really really hot but kinda creepy guy has been following us for 20 minutes now, I'm guessing more but I have only noticed him for 20," Mia was new in the city and in your office, she was also one of your only colleagues who has never seen Jungkook or didn't know who he was. Today you have taken Mia out for lunch and to show her around the city like she so politely asked you a few days ago.
"Don't look right now, but he's standing across the street, and he's looking right at you," Mia whispered, her tone laced with concern. "Should we lead him to the police station?"
Her words of concern brought a chuckle from you, which seemed to confuse Mia. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on you, as Jungkook's persistent presence had become a bizarre and somewhat amusing part of your daily life. While Mia saw him as a potential threat, you couldn't help but find his actions, however creepy they might be, somewhat endearing. You assured Mia that you could handle the situation and that there was no need to involve the police.
You turned around to see Jungkook holding a roughly wrapped bundle of sunflowers and waving at you as soon as your eyes met. Of course you didn't bother to wave back.
"Don't worry, he's... he's harmless."
"Do you know that guy?"
"Yeah... Well it wouldn't sound very good if I say it. He's my ex boyfriend."
"Oh my god. Is he stalking you? Shouldn't you report him or something?"
"Oh no, no. Like I said, Jungkook is very harmless. To others⌠Very harmful for himself, though," you added with a mix of concern and amusement as Jungkook clumsily ran to cross the street, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a car in the process.
As you and Mia continued walking, she looked back and forth between you and Jungkook, clearly unsure of how to react in this unusual situation. You could understand her confusion, as dealing with Jungkook's persistent presence was not something you had ever expected to be a part of your daily routine.
Jungkook finally spoke up when he got closer, saying, "I know you saw me."
"Then you must know that I'm ignoring you."
"You look gorgeous." The simple compliment caused a blush to creep up from your neck, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in response to Jungkook's words.
"I know."
"Babe, talk to me. Then I won't bother you the whole day. I promise." Jungkook's plea made you stop in your tracks, and even the girl beside you seemed surprised by your response, as you decided to give him a moment to talk.
"Fine. Talk," you said, crossing your arms over your chest, clearly signaling your skepticism but still willing to hear him out.
"Uhhh..." Jungkook hesitated, caught off guard by your willingness to listen. He struggled to find the right words, unsure of what to say beyond the usual apologies and expressions of missing you.
"These are for you." He said offering you the sunflowers. "You love them."
"You remember that?" It was surprising honestly, you weren't expecting Jungkook to remember some minute detail you mentioned in the passing.
What's more surprising is that Jungkook's eyes not once has drifted to the girl standing awkwardly beside you. To simply say that Mia was beautiful would be the understatement of the century. She was one of the most gorgeous women you've ever laid eyes on and had the body of a goddess. Honestly she made you doubt your sexuality for a second so the fact that Jungkook didn't even spare a glance at her was really surprising. Probably because he knows you'd be watching him like a hawk if he did but still, it's progress right?
"I do."
"By the way, this is Mia. My new colleague. Mia, this is Jungkook, my boyfrie...ex-boyfriend," you corrected yourself, catching Jungkook's reaction as his face seemed to brighten momentarily at your slip.
"I would say nice to meet you if you weren't being creepy and stalking us."
"He wasn't stalking us," you said, feeling a sudden urge to defend Jungkook, even though you were trying to keep your distance from him. "Stalking is a form of harassment, and I do not feel even slightly harassed by this man. He knows me and he wanted to talk to me, so he followed me here. You have no right to call him a stalker." Both Jungkook and Mia seemed taken aback by your strong defense of him.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know-"
"It's okay. Actually, there's the restaurant. I already made a reservation under my name. You should go in; I'll catch up with you in a sec," you said and Mia gave you a polite smile before walking towards the restaurant. As she left, you turned back to Jungkook and noticed his gaze fixed on you. There was no ogling of her ass as she walked away. Progress, you thought to yourself.
"What are you smiling at?"
"I love you." He said giving you those lovestruck puppy eyes.
"Shut up."
"You really do look gorgeous today," Jungkook said, and you couldn't help but look down at your simple outfitâa plain beige shirt and brown work pants. He thinks you look gorgeous in this boring ass outfit? You didn't think there was anything special about it. "You really do," he insisted. "I'm not just saying it to kiss up to you."
"What do you wanted to talk about?" you asked, brushing off his compliment and getting back to the point.
"You left some stuff at the apartment. They seem important. If you want I can bring them back to your place... or you can come by. Anytime." Your heart did drop a little. He wants you to pick your stuff up from his apartment? What happened to I'll try as long as it takes? Sure you're planning on getting those back anyway but hearing him say that... hurts a little.
"I can come pick them up. If you're around tonight. I'll also bring your key, I still have it." Why did saying it felt so official?
"Yeah cool..."
*******
Oh god it was so not cool. Jungkook was freaking the fuck out. The reality was sinking in, and it was not cool at all. You were going to pick up your stuff, and it felt like the official end was approaching. Until now, it felt like a temporary fight, where he could apologize and you'd come back to him. But now, it felt like a real breakup, and it was hitting him hard.
"Why the fuck did I have to say that? WHY THE FUCK? I'm such a fucking tool. I could have said anything, literally anything and what did I say? Pick your stuff up from my apartment. Why the fuck didn't I just get hit by that damn car instead?"
"Kook, calm down."
"What the fuck you mean calm down? She's gonna be here in two hours or something and she's gonna take the last pieces of her from this apartment and my miserable life and then she's gonna move on while I'll probably die alone because I can't ever love anybody as much as I love her." By the end of his rant all three of his hyungs were looking at him with mouth hung open.
"Bro, you've got issues."
"You think?" Jungkook sarcastically asked as he paused his pacing around the living room for a moment. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok, Jungkook's best friends, were gathered around him in the living room as the youngest ranted to them for an hour. Jungkook had called them as soon as he got back to his apartment, seeking their help to salvage the remaining pieces of his love life. True to their friendship, they all showed up within an hour. However, so far, none of them had been even slightly helpful, and Jungkook was now two bottles of wine down.
"Here's an idea," Hoseok offered. "Don't open the door when she comes here, she's gonna think you invited her and forgot, hence she can't take her stuff." All three men looked at Hoseok.
"Yes, Kook. And punch her dog while you're at it." Namjoon scoffed.
"At least I'm giving some advice. You guys are useless."
"Yes, Hobi hyung. And I appreciate that. But she already has a key she's just gonna get in and take her stuff and leave."
Yoongi finally broke his silence, offering his perspective. "You know what, JK? If she can't already see the efforts, maybe she's not worth it. You already spent a week following her around like a puppy, and she doesn't have the decency to acknowledge your efforts?" His words held a hint of frustration, clearly disappointed in your lack of response to Jungkook's attempts to win you back.
"She has every right to be mad at me. I was a horrible boyfriend. A week is nothing, even if it takes a year I'm still gonna try to do everything I can. And what efforts? All I've done is stalk her around, probably even made her uncomfortable."
"I agree with Yoongi, Jungkook. Maybe it's a sign that you should consider moving on," Namjoon gently suggested, feeling sympathy for his young friend. He had never seen Jungkook so frustrated and heartbroken before; usually, he has always been the life of the party, bringing joy to everyone around him. Witnessing him like this was truly disheartening.
"No, you guys don't understand. I love her. You know why I was always carefree about the future? Because I always knew it was her, I don't care what I do or what I am as long as its with her. She's it for me and I want her by my side for my whole life. I want to be hers more than I want to be anything. I want children, I want a dog, I want a marriage, I want everything with her and if she's not in the future I don't know what I am anymore. I don't know who I am without her." Jungkook's monologue has left everyone speechless and in awe.
"Dude you wanna get married? I never pegged you to be the one to get married?"
"Not right away but in the future, yes. Only if it's to her tho. I don't want anyone else."
"Wow... Never thought Jeon Jungkook would have children in his future." Yoongi knew him the longest and all through his fuckboy phase so it was hardest to digest for Yoongi.
"Well not anymore. The mother of my children wants a divorce."
"Did you say all that to her?" asked Namjoon.
"What?"
"That little speech you just gave? Does she know all that?"
"No... I guess we never got to talk about all those things. I realised all this after the break up anyway."
"Then tell her. Tell her everything you just said, exactly how you said it."
It was easier said than done. You arrived with a knock on his door an hour after the boys left. An hour which Jungkook spent cleaning every surface of his apartment so you wouldn't notice how pathetic his life has gotten after you left.
Upon seeing you walk into his apartment, Jungkook's mouth went dry. He couldn't help but notice how effortlessly beautiful you looked, even in the simplest of outfits. He still has no idea how you manage to look so beautiful in the dullest outfits ever. Your dress modestly covered your legs, and your top had a conservative neckline, not even a hint of cleavage was seen yet you still managed to radiate a captivating charm.
You were also wearing little to no makeup. He did not want to be one of those boyfriends who bragged about their girlfriends looking pretty without makeup but if it was a compitition he'd win. If situations was different he would have made a joke about you going to the church but he stops himself.
"You want some wine?" Jungkook asked.
"Sure. Did you clean the place?"
"Uh...oh yeah. Just a little." He replied pouring wine in two glasses and brought them out to you. You had to mentally remind yourself that this wasn't a romantic date; you were just here to pick up your belongings. Being back in his apartment after such a long time stirred up mixed emotions, and you couldn't help but feel your heart racing.
You took a sip of the wine, only to find it tasted terrible, and you immediately spit it out, making a disgusted face.
"Oh my god, is this the wine we tried making at home?"
"Yes."
"It's awful," you said, both of you bursting into laughter. "Oh my god, why do you still have this? Throw it out, it's literally trash."
"Nah⌠I like it sometimes⌠it goes well with that cheese you tried making," he said with a playful grin, recalling a failed culinary experiment from your past. The two of you shared a knowing look, the memories of your shared moments flooding back.
"Noooo that's disgusting... I can't believe you still eat that." You continued laughing. Ok focus, you're not here to have fun.
"Only sometimes... when I miss you." He said and your laughs stopped. "Baby I-"
"So? Where is all my thing?" You ask, completely ignoring the nickname.
"I'm sorry I didn't pack anything." Because I don't want to let you go. "Some of your clothes are still in the laundry room. We can start there." You headed to the compact laundry room, which was conveniently connected to his bathroom. Jungkook trailed behind you in silence as you began sifting through the sizable laundry baskets, searching for your clothes among the various items.
The atmosphere was a mix of awkwardness and nostalgia. Memories of the times you spent together flooded your mind as you touched the familiar fabrics. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand and not get lost in emotions that might cloud your judgment.
"Koo, you mixed up the dirty and clean basket again," you said, using the old nickname almost instinctively. Jungkook's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but notice the fondness in your voice as you gently pointed out his little mistake.
"Did I?"
"Yeah. Blue one is for the dirty laundry, and the white one is for the washed clothes. You mixed them all up, and now you'll have to wash 'em again," you said, teasingly holding up a definitely used Calvin Klein underwear from the clean laundry basket. It felt oddly domestic, and a sense of nostalgia washed over you. Part of you wanted to spend a little more time just doing this with him, the way you used to when you were together.
"Did you try washing my clothes?" You asked picking up your white, well now pink t shirt with your hands.
"I wanted to do something nice."
"That's sweet of you, but there's a reason I told you not to do the laundries. I do the laundries and you doâŚ" You paused, catching yourself before you continued talking as if you were still a couple. It was a slip, and you needed to remind yourself of the reality. You were here to pack your clothes and leave, not to discuss how to divide chores between couples.
"Well you're not here anymore. So I do the laundries and I do the dishes."
"Right... I'll seperate my clothes and then pack them." As you started sorting through the clothes, memories flooded back when your hands grabbed a certain grey t-shirt. Tears welled up in your eyes, that t-shirt held significant meaning in your relationship. It was the first time you stayed at Jungkook's place, and he had given you that t-shirt to wear. You loved it so fucking much that you still wore it often. It represented a sweet and intimate moment between the two of you. Despite the emotions it stirred, you simply placed the t-shirt in his pile of clothes.
"What are you doing? That's your t shirt." He picked it up to put it back in your pile.
"No, it's yours."
"Yes but I gave it to you because you love it."
"Well we're not a couple anymore so I'm giving it back. How are we supposed to move on if-"
"Why are you so fixated on that?"
"On what?"
"On moving on." This was the first time after the break up you were seeing a glimmer of anger in Jungkook's eyes as he walked around the counter to come to your side.
"Well we have to move on, don't we? We can't keep living in the past."
"It's not the past yet. I still love you and you still love me. And don't you fucking say that you don't. Because you do."
"Well it doesn't matter. Love is not enough to work a relationship, Jungkook. We are not compatible."
"And who decided that? You? You suddenly know everything about compatibility?"
"Can't you see? We are fucking fighting over a fucking t shirt."
"No it's not about a t-shirt, we are fighting over the fact that you're giving up on our 3 years relationship so easily like it meant nothing to you."
"Easily? Do you think any of this is easy for me, Jungkook? Do you think I just want to fucking break your heart because I just want to give up? Do you have any idea how much courage it took for me to fucking walk into this apartment just to walk out for your life?"
"Well you could have fooled me. It sure as hell look like you don't give a flying fuck about us right now?"
"I don't give a fuck? How dare you say that? I have given the most fucks about this relationship out of the two of us." Your voices raised in intensity as you found yourselves in close proximity, chests nearly touching, and only a few inches of space between your faces. Despite the heated argument, you couldn't help but notice how his chest was heaving from all the emotions, and how strikingly handsome he looked tonight.
Jungkook was so angry that he had no idea what he was saying anymore. He was just venting his frustration and shouting whatever came to mind in the heat of the moment. But your mind had drifted away from deciphering his words. Instead, you found yourself fixated on his lips, the way the little freckle moved up and down with his lips, and how his hands gestured frantically as he tried to make his point. The intensity of the moment seemed to fade away, and you were lost in the small details that had once been so familiar to you.
"You know what? You're such a hypocrite. You've nagged me all this time for not making efforts, and now you don't even acknowledge any of them. Do you have any idea how cruel you are-?" Unlike last time, this time you remember who made the first move. You took him by surprise, grabbing his gray hoodie to pull him closer. It was you who pulled him down and pressed his lips against your own. The kiss was intense, filled with a mixture of frustration, love, and longing. In that moment, all the pent-up emotions seemed to find release, and you found yourself melting into each other's embrace, at least for a brief moment.
Jungkook doesn't know what the hell took over you, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. No. It only took him a mere second to acknowledge the situation, but once he did, his arms were already around your waist, pulling you closer than physically possible. The intensity of the moment, the rush of emotions, it all felt overwhelming and right at the same time. The world seemed to fade away as you both embraced, holding on tightly to each other as if afraid to let go. It was a moment of surrender, a moment of pure vulnerability, and for that moment, everything else ceased to exist.
The silent laundry room filled up with the sound of lips smacking each other. And both of you trying to breath between your kisses. Kissing Jungkook has always been a treat in itself, you have had your fair share of lovers before Jungkook but none of them had ever kissed you like he did. Kissing with them was always sort of a task that you would have to go through until both of your clothes were off but not with him. With him kissing itself was such an amazing experience, you could and you had spent hours just kissing those lips, that's how good of a kisser Jungkook was.
Jungkook didn't only kiss with his lips; he kissed with his whole body. His hands explored every inch of your skin that was available to him. One hand was tracing the curve of your hips while the other moved up your back, sending shivers down your spine. The gentle squeeze of his hand on your ass elicited soft moans from you, and you felt your body responding to his touch in all the ways it used to when you were together. The physical connection between you two was undeniable, and it was as if no time had passed since your last intimate encounter.
Without breaking your kisses for a second, Jungkook swiftly picked you up and placed you on the counter, not caring that the laundry baskets fell to the floor. The kisses became more desperate and fervent, his tongue demanding authority inside your mouth. It was as if all the pent-up emotions and desires from the past week were being unleashed in this passionate moment, and neither of you could resist the pull of each other's lips and bodies.
"Wait, wait," You pulled away, panting with droopy eyes from the intensity of the moment. Your small hands gently pushed against his chest when he tried to lean in again. "What are we doing?" you asked, seeking clarity amidst the intoxicating rush of emotions and desire.
"I think, I think we are making out."
"No I mean... I'm not here to do this. This is not right."
"Who cares?" Jungkook shrugged, capturing your lips in another kiss. One much shorter than the previous.
"I do."
"Do you want this?"
"I do...but-" you were cut off by his plump lips.
"Let's talk about it later then... I miss you."
"I miss you too," you whispered, giving in to the overwhelming emotions and desires that filled the air between you both. With those words, you granted Jungkook the permission he needed to take things further. In that moment, you embraced the vulnerability of being human, unable to resist the pull of his charm and the way his body ignited your own.
His hands eagerly roamed along your back, searching for the zipper that must be hidden somewhere on the dress. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your breath hitched as you felt his fingers deftly find the zipper's pull. The anticipation of what was to come next filled the air, and time seemed to slow down as he slowly, teasingly, pulled the zipper down.
"How was the meeting with the reverend?" He finally made the joke he had been dying to say all evening, making you smack his chest slightly
"Shut up. I thought if I didn't look hot, I'd make it easy on you." you playfully responded, justifying your choice of the dark green dress that covered most of your body.
"Are you kidding me? You can never not look hot. You are feeding my sexy liberarian fantasies." Ignoring his comment you started unzipping his gray hoodie revealing the white wife beater underneath.
"Meals you can skip, gym you can't?" You commented admiring the muscles adorning his shoulders chest and biceps. You shivered when his hand suddenly reached under your dress to caress your bare thighs. Close to your core which you were sure was practically drenched now.
"Can I take this off?" All you could do was nod in response and he ripped your dress off of you in mere seconds. "Gosh, baby, you're so beautiful." Jungkook whispered looking at your mismatched pair of cotton underwear. "Look at you... dripping already. You got this wet just with my kisses?" You shook your head in agreement as he gaped at your clothed pussy. A very noticeable and big patch of wetness covering your panties right at the centre. "I missed playing with your pussy so much. Did it miss me too, Baby?" Once again all you could do was nod when his fingers slowly started tracing shape on your clit. "Words, sweetheart."
"Yes... it missed you. Please do something, Koo." The way you mewled out the words sent blood rushing towards his already hard cock. That was all the encouragement he needed to push your panties to the side. His face lit up at the sight of your dewy folds. Slick dripping between the slit.
"What do you want first?"
"Fingers. I want your fingers." Jungkook quickly moved to take off his rings but you stopped him. "Fuck me with them." Jungkook almost came at your words, you never told him before that you liked getting off with his rings.
"You like the cold metal?" You couldn't answer the question as he started playing with the bundle of nerves, pinching it occasionally. All your words turned into whimpers. "Look your pussy baby. Begging of my fingers." He smirked before slowly entering your folds with his middle fingers.
"Ah... baby." You shakily reach out with your hand to bring his face near your chest. He seemed to understand the assignment as he quickly started nibbling at the skin of your breast, pulling down the cups to release your nipples which were now hard like pebbles.
Jungkook had a way of eliciting reactions from you as if it were the first time every time, despite having experienced it countless times over the past three years. It amazed you how he could still have such an impact on you after all this time.
"I missed having your tits on my face." Jungkook murmured before quickly taking one in his mouth. You moaned out incoherent words when his ring finger joined his middle finger inside your cunt. Thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hands found solace in Jungkook's hair as he continued leaving kisses all across your chest.
You let out a tiny whimper in protest when his fingers pulled out from you. He brought them up to his lips and gave them a suck, eyes looking deeply in your half closed once.
"Shhh don't worry, baby. I just want more access." You understood what he meant when he pulled you up easily with one hand to take off your panties and throwing it somewhere in the laundry room. "You know, you taste just as sweet as day one." He picked up some of your slick on his fingers and brought them closer to your lips. "Taste baby, taste how devine you are." You took his fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean. Jungkook's cock was now as hard as a rock. He quickly took one of your hands and guided them to his clothed boner in order to get some relief. Like muscle memory your your hands quickly started working on his crotch. Squeezing it just the right amount.
"Wanna suck your cock." You quickly said.
"Later. Let me have this cunt for now." He quickly bent down on his knees to swipe his tongue up your slit pulling out a sudden loud moan from you. "Yes baby. Keep screaming." He said before leaning forward and getting to work, lapping at your juices like a dog dying from thirst.
His two long fingers went back inside your seeping hole as his tongue started flicking your clit. His free hand grabbed your thigh and put it on his shoulder. You were halfway hanging from the counter and practically sitting on Jungkook's face. Jungkook on the other hand was in his heaven right now. Imagine two of the most favourite things to mankind, ass and pussy and then imagine being buried in them, Jungkook thought if he died right now right here, it would be the best death.
Your hips started moving in circular motion as you ground your pussy against his face. Hands tugging at his raven locks. His nose occasionally bumped against your clit. You looked down at the scene in front of you, Jungkook's eyes looking up at you and his mouth ate away at your pussy. The look of his face trapped between your thighs was so filthy that you almost came from it only.
His tongue had now replaced your fingers in poking and prodding inside your walls. His hand came around your hips to rub at your clit.
Jungkook loved eating your pussy and it showed. The way his eyes closed in pleasure only by bringing you close to your orgasm. He was a very selfless lover, he found pleasure in pleasing you and he could spend days licking your juices and playing with your pussy. Right now his goal was to make you cum, if you squirt then it would be a bonus.
"I'm close, Koo. Lick my clit please." And like the always obedient lover, he did. Fingers parting your pussy lips and tongue getting back to licking the bundle of nerves, lips wrapping around it to give it a suck now and then. The sounds you were making were pornographic to say the least. You were sure you sounded like one of those girls making high pitched noises in the porn videos but you couldn't help it. Jungkook made you behave like a whore and you loved it. You loved screaming his name and you loved making these obscene sounds, and Jungkook loved it even more.
"Koo, I'm cumming." You cried out. He started licking even faster at your words, helping you reach the high faster. His heart jumped with joy when he saw the juices coming out of you. He did it, he made you squirt. Your legs quivered around him as you came down from his high. He didn't stop there. He licked you until you were clean and drank every single droplet of your arousal. You were shaking from the orgasm and the oversensitivity you felt in your pussy.
With one last kiss to the hood of your clit Jungkook came up and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss. You were determined to pleasure him like he did you. Shaking hands fidgeting with his clothes as you tugged at his lip ring with your teeth.
"Slow down baby." He helped you take of his wife beater.
"Can't. Want your cock." You were once again drunk on arousal. Your hands worked as quick as they could after that earth shattering orgasm to pull out his cock from his sweatpants. Mouth watering at the sight once it finally did.
Jungkook had the most beautiful and delicious cock you have ever seen. It was long and thick with just the perfect mushroom tip, which was now swollen and red and leaking from precum. The veins in his cock were imitating the veins on his arms, ready to pop any minute. Your thumb already started doing its job by spreading the precum all over his tip.
The groan he let out as your hand played with his cock was very loud. Almost as if giving you a warning.
"Is baby a cockslut?" He asked, reaching out to trace your lips with his tumba. The same thumb that was rubbing your clit only a minute ago.
"Only for you."
"Yes. Only mine."
"Wanna suck your cock." You pleaded once again.
"Go ahead, babygirl. Do whatever you want." You took that as permission to sink down on your knees and come face to face with his throbbing penis which was begging for your attention. Your hands stroked him slowly up and down and tongue came out to tease the top. "Don't tease, baby." You giggles once he used his heavy tip slap you slightly.
You looked up at him, making the most innocent face as you collected some spit in your mouth and then spit on his cock to lather it up with some slick. You slowly took the warm tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it like a lollipop.
"Just like that, babe." Jungkook sighed out and his words arrange you to take him in inch by inch until he was in your throat. One of your hands came up to play with his balls. His moans were now louder working as your inspiration to please him more. You loved the way he said your name. Moaned your name like you were some goddess that he was praying to.
Your head started bobbing up and down as you took him in and out of your mouth. Tongue continuously playing with the warm slit on tip of his cock.
"Fuck my mouth." You said once you took him out completely.
"You sure?" You only responded with a nod and that was all the answer that he needed to grab the back of your head and start thrusting in your mouth. You angled your teeth in a way you knew he loved. In a way that they grazed his shaft enough to feel but not enough to hurt. His tip was bumping at the back of your throat as one of your hand kept playing with his balls.
He pulled out of your mouth too soon to your liking and you gave him a questioning look.
"I'll cum if we kept going. I wanna cum in your pussy." Jungkook did not take one more second to pull you up and bend you against the counter. Fingers once again playing with your entrence to make sure you were wet enough to enter. "Look at you. You are wet again already, baby. Such a fucking whore." Although his words might have offended you naturally but right now they just added to your arousal. "My little whore wants to get fucked?" His hands digging in the flesh of your ass, slapping it to make it jiggle.
"Yes, Kookie. Please, fuck me." You begged, splayed out on your front on the cold counter. His cock was running along your pussy, poking in your slit but not really entering. "Stop teasing me you, asshole." You screamed earning a chuckle from the man behind you.
"This is what you get for being so mean to me." The loud smack that came at the flesh of your ass was very unexpected. "Tell me you forgive me and I'll fuck you." He bargained.
"No." Another smack making you yelp out from pleasure and pain. Your cunt once again was dripping from your arousal and this asshole was doing absolutely nothing about it. Wasn't he turned on too?
"Say or I won't fuck you."
"You're an asshole"
"That's not the answer."
"Fine. I forgive you. Just fuck me, please." Jungkook laughed at the way you begged.
"See. It wasn't that hard." He finally sink into you. A synchronised moan escaped the both of you once he was completely inside. "So warm and tight, baby. The best pussy ever."
"Jungkook, faster." You moaned and he obliged instantly. Your ass jiggling as he started snapping into you in a fast rhythm. His cock was hitting you in all the right places, he had found your g-spot instantly. One of his hands sneaked to the front to rub your clit as the other pulled you back and held you against his chest.
You hiked one of your legs up on the counter to get better angle and feel all of him in all the right places. Jungkook kept grunting in your ear, letting out words of encouragement, telling you how good you were holding up and how wonderful your pussy was.
Your breast bounced up and down as he pulled out of you and pushed in with equal force. His fingers kept rubbing and flicking your clit side to side and soon you were close to your climax.
"Jungkook I'm close."
"Hold it."
"Can't," you were cut off by your own moan at another hit against your g spot. "Can't hold it for long."
"Just for a little, baby. I'm close too." His hand turns your jaw sideways to capture your lips, drinking all of your moans. Just a few thrusts of his later he was almost there. "On the count of 3, ok baby?" You nodded against his lips.
"One." He slapped your clit, earning a loud moan from you.
"Two." His hand tucked and pinched at your nipples.
"Three." With one final thrust the both of you came down from your climax with a loud scream.
"Oh god I love you. I love you so much baby." Jungkook said as his seeds filled your pussy up to the brim.
*******
"What are you doing?" Jungkook looked at you confusingly as you pulled on your clothes 15 minutes after having sex with him. Although he did clean you up there was still some of his cum inside you right now.
"I can't go out naked."
"Why do you have to go out?"
"Because I don't live here? We are still broken up, Jungkook." Your words hit him like a ton of bricks.
"What? But we... we just had sex... you said you forgave me."
"Don't act like you never said anything to get whatever you want." You said looking for your panties. "Where the fuck are my panties?"
"What do you m- did you just say that to have sex with me?" He said as you looked for another pair of panties in the laundry basket. "I feel so used right now."
"Don't be dramatic."
"But baby... I thought we made up. Please don't leave now."
"Jungkook... You want to win me back? Do it without sex. The sex was amazing but I'm sorry it did not solve anything. I still feel the same and you still haven't gave me any assurance."
"So we're still broken up?"
"Yes. I'll pickup my things some other time. I'm leaving." He sighed knowing there was no point in arguing. You were nothing if not stubborn.
"At least let me drop you off. It's getting late."
"It's ok. I called Taehyung when you were in the bathroom. He's already outside probably." You said, checking the time in you wrist watch.
"Fucking Taehyung." Jungkook muttered under his breath.
"Bye, Jungkook. Don't torture yourself, please."
*******
"Oh the walk of shame." Taehyung teased you when you walked out of a certain apartment building to his awaiting car.
"Shut up, Tae. If I wanted to be judged, I'd have called Jimin." Taehyung was your other best friend, and although you hadn't known each other for long, he quickly warmed his way into your heart. Ironically, you met Taehyung through Jungkook; he was Namjoon's cousin. However, now he was closer to you and Jimin than he was to Jungkook. You first met Taehyung at a club where Jungkook had dragged you with his office friends. Despite hitting on you initially, he politely backed off when you declined, and you both ended up spending the rest of the night talking and bonding over feeling neglected by the people who dragged you to the club.
"He's going to have field day with this." Taehyung chuckled as he drove away from the building.
"That's why we're not telling him."
"Fine by me, if you think you can lie to him."
"Oh god. What did I do?"
"Look, babe. I don't know what to say, you clearly still love him and he's clearly still obsessed with you. You are only torturing yourself by trying to stay away from him."
"I just... It's not enough you know. I know he loves me, more than anything but if I get back with him who's to say a week later he just won't go back to his usual self? I'm just scared Taehyung, I just don't want to get hurt. I don't want to be one of those women in the future who just sits at home and waits for her husband while he's out their flirting with a waitress or something."
"I just hope you'd stop hurting. Nothing else." He gave you a sympathetic smile and held your hand for the whole drive.
*******
Life can be cruel, and it seemed like the universe wasn't on your side. You want something so much and when you'd finally have it, you don't want it anymore. You had wanted space from Jungkook and asked for it repeatedly, but now that he had given you that space for the past six days, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was missing from your life. It was as if a big piece of your heart was absent, and you found yourself longing for his presence once again.
Six days had passed since you left Jungkook's place in Taehyung's car, and during that time, he hadn't reached out to you even once. There were no phone calls, no text messages, and no unexpected appearances at random places. It felt strange and unfamiliar not having him actively pursuing you, and it only added to the confusion and uncertainty swirling in your mind.
Every time you made a turn or entered a cafe, a part of you half-expected Jungkook to be there, waving at you with that familiar, endearing smile on his face. But each time, you found yourself disappointed as there was no sign of him. The absence of his constant presence was both a relief and a pang of longing, leaving you torn between wanting to move on and wanting him to come back into your life.
Wasn't this what you wanted? For him to stop obsessing over you and move on with his life? However, now that he had seemingly taken a step back, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. A part of you wanted him to fight for you, to prove that he was willing to change and make things work. Another part of you longed for his familiar presence and the comfort that came with it.
"Did you hear any of the words I just said?" Mia asked you and you gave her a guilty smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little preoccupied today."
"Is this about Jungkook again?"
"I'm so sorry... I think this is a very bad idea. I really don't want to disrespect your friend." When Mia suggested the double date with her boyfriend and their friend a few days ago you were very skeptical about it. You didn't want to get into anything right now with the mess that your head was but after discussing it with Jimin and Taehyung, they convinced you that you should go, to take your mind off of things for a bit. Double dates are nothing serious, it was just a way to lighten up your mood. Although now you were regretting the whole ordeal. You shouldn't have come here. Not only was your mood very sour but it was also very evident on your face.
"Oh no. You wouldn't. Trust me. Actually the thing is Chris is going through a bad breakup as well and Jisung and I thought you could, you know help each other out or something."
"That's very sweet of you, Mia. But you sure I wouldn't ruin the whole thing?"
"Oh don't worry at all. And even if it does not go well nothing will be ruined between us. We'll laugh about it later." You gave her a grateful smile when she rubbed your hands.
A few seconds later, the bell of the restaurant rang, and two very attractive men walked in. As the woman beside you stood up, you realized that they were your dates. Mia quickly introduced you to her boyfriend Jisung and your date Chris. You were relieved that Chris wasn't at least horrible looking, and you hoped you could get through this one date.
"Wow, they did not mention how beautiful you are," Chris said as he shook your hand and took the seat in front of you. You couldn't help but wonder how many times he used this line, but then you reminded yourself that not every guy is a player. For all you know, Chris could be a very sweet guy who was genuinely complimenting you.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you," you replied with a polite smile. "You don't look so bad yourself."
As the conversation flowed, you found yourself getting more comfortable around Chris. He was easy to talk to, which helped lighten your mood. But despite being a genuinely sweet guy, you couldn't help but compare Chris to Jungkook. Whether it was the way he spoke, sat, or even called for the waiter, Chris lacked the same level of confidence that Jungkook possessed. Even on your first date, Jungkook had a way of making you feel like you had known him forever.
You observed that Chris couldn't hold a candle to Jungkook when it came to a sense of humor. While Jungkook was effortlessly funny, Chris tended to build up to a joke too much, and it often fell flat, leaving you with no choice but to give him pity laughs.
You had to consciously remind yourself to stop comparing this man to your ex boyfriend. Chris might not be as funny, or confident, or curious, or smart, or handsome, or cute, or witty, or energetic, or adventurous, or a good wine orderer as Jungkook but he was still a decent person. Perhaps, if you gave him a chance, things could potentially go well. It was essential to keep an open mind and not let your past experiences cloud your judgment.
The mention of your name from the man in front of you snapped you out of your train of thoughts. "So, tell me something about yourself," he said, and you suddenly realized that all three pairs of eyes were expectantly on you. Not knowing exactly what to say, you started talking about your work. With Jungkook, this was never an issue; conversation always flowed effortlessly, even in the early stages of your relationship.
"Oh⌠um well, I recently got promoted to a junior copywriter in our advertising company," you replied, giving him a small smile.
"No none of the boring work stuff. Tell me about yourself. What are your interests?" he asked, and you were slightly surprised by his directness. Didn't Mia mention he was going through a breakup as well? Must have been one happy breakup if he was still so cheerful.
"I... I like horror movies."
"Oh, I can't stand horror movies," Chris replied. Jungkook, on the other hand, loved horror movies. Every weekend, the two of you would go watch horror films or shows and then mock the scary scenes together. He adored seeing you jump at the jump scares and relished the opportunity to hold you close in his arms to "console" you.
"Then what kind of movies do you like?"
"I'm more into non-fiction and political cinema, and occasionally documentaries," he said. His response didn't exactly excite you, and you wondered if he was just trying to impress you or if his taste in movies was genuinely that dull. If it was the former he was doing a very bad job.
"Prude," Mia's boyfriend, Jisung, let out a cough, and it actually made you laugh, realizing it might be the first time you've genuinely laughed during this date. Normally, Jungkook would have already⌠No, no more thinking about Jungkook.
"I think it's adorable that Chris gets his jollies from 'our planet'." You laughed again, finding some amusement in the conversation. This date might end up being a little more bearable after all.
Finding an opening, you slipped into a conversation with Mia and Jisung instead of focusing solely on Chris. You couldn't help but awe at how adorable of a couple Mia and Jisung were. They recently celebrated their 1-year anniversary. Jisung was much younger but despite the age difference, they seemed so happy and in love. They reminded you so much of you and Jungkook. While Jungkook might not have been younger than you, he was definitely the more mischievous and playful one in the relationship, while you tended to be more responsible and level-headed.
"Do you happen to know the guy sitting behind you? Because he has been glaring at me like I just stole his kids and traded them for wool," Chris said, catching Mia's attention first. She turned around, and you followed suit, curious to see who was giving Chris such a fierce look.
To your surprise, it was none other than Jeon Jungkook sitting at the table behind you, and he wasn't alone. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon were with him. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his, and a myriad of emotions surged through you, but one was the most overwhelming of them all. Guilt.
Regret washed over you as you realized the impact your decision to go on this date had on Jungkook. His hurt expression tugged at your heartstrings, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for putting yourself in this situation. It was clear that this double date was a mistake, and you were left grappling with your emotions and the consequences of your choices.
Feeling overwhelmed and needing a moment alone, you excused yourself from the table without waiting for any response from the others. You rushed through the restaurant, trying to find a washroom where you could collect your thoughts and emotions. The encounter with Jungkook had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had intentionally come here like he did that past week or if it was just actually a coincidence.
"So we're dating other people now?" He sounded hurt when he stepped in behind you in the restroom.
"Kook, this is not what it looks like."
"I'm not mad. I'm just surprised."
"You're not?"
"Maybe a little."
"Where were you for the past six days?" You turned the question on him.
"So I disappear for a week and you start dating someone else. Thought it would take at least 30 days to move on from a 3 year relationship." His remark was bitter but you knew where he came from.
"Kook, it's not what it looks like," you said, stepping closer to him, feeling the need to explain yourself even though you knew you didn't owe him anything. After all, you were not together anymore, and it had been almost three weeks since the breakup.
"By the way I didn't disappear because I was giving up on us. I was just trying to give you some space. Our friends forced me to give you some space," He said "I wouldn't have if I knew..."
"Jungkook,"
"What's his name?"
"Don't do this to yourself."
"What does he do? I mean we can still be friends right? I know it-" you cut of his words by pressing your lips against his in a very soft kiss.
"Koo, you presence was not so insignificant in my life that I'd forget you in a week." Your words brought a hint of smile on his lips. He let out a sigh in relief.
"Oh thank God, I thought I lost you to that leprechaun."
"Hey," you scolded him. "I swear to god if you pick a fight with him on the way out, I'll whoop your ass."
"That would be so hot." There he was. Your precious Jungkook.
"But we're still not back together." The smile left his face as soon as it came. "Kook... I'm still not yours but... Make me. I'm willing to give you another chance but... You have to assure me that it will be worth it. Win me back and I'm yours."
"I will, baby. I'll show you how devoted I am." With one last kiss on your lips he left the restroom.
As Jungkook left the restroom with a newfound sense of hope and determination, you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he was ready to face the challenge of winning you back with all his heart.
As you returned to the table, Mia and Chris looked at you curiously. "Is everything okay?" Mia asked with concern.
You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just had a little chat."
Chris raised an eyebrow playfully. "A little chat, huh? Well, I hope it was a good one."
You glanced back at the restroom door, feeling a mix of emotions inside you. "Yeah, it was," you replied, your heart a little lighter than before.
*******
And the cycle began anew on the following day. The affectionate text messages resumed, starting from the sweet 'good morning' greetings to heartfelt 'I love you's. You received a bouquet of a 100 sunflowers on your desk with a note that only read 'because roses are cliche'. He sent boba at your office because you hated coffee and he sent you sushi's from your favourite restaurant.
It was like a cycle. Once again he was following you around the city but this time you didn't roll your eyes at him, didn't cuss him out or ask him to leave you alone. You even heard from Jimin and Taehyung that Jungkook deleted his Snapchat and Instagram. Jimin was the most shocked one at the news. 'Oh my god is Jungkook actually trying to redeem himself?'
You laughed as Jungkook ran after your subway because he was a minute too late and couldn't get in as it left the station. But like the lovely ex-girlfriend you were you decided to get off on the next station to wait for him. And like you expected 10 minutes later a you saw Jungkook running down the stairs, eyes looking for you. Quickly running up to you when he found you.
"Did you run here?" He didn't answer you but only because he was too busy catching his breath.
"There are trains only two minutes apart."
"I...I know that" He said between catching his breath. "But that... would not... have been very romantic."
"And what if I didn't get off at this station."
"I would run to your office."
"You're crazy."
"Only for you."
One more week goes by with Jungkook showing you in every way how much you mean to him. You were finally starting to get the assurance and security that you have always craved for your relationship. You were finally starting to see the depths of Jungkook's devotion. The smile on your face now was just a constant. And there were only two reasons for it, Jungkook and thoughts of Jungkook.
"So, how's everything going with your crazy stalker ex?" One night Jimin playfully commented when you him and Taehyung were spending it at your place.
"Don't call him crazy."
"Fine. How's your completely sane stalker ex?" You only roll your eyes but soon started smiling widely. "Oh my god guys... He's the sweetest. I don't think I've seen him putting this much efforts in to anything like ever."
"Yeah, Namjoon says he's so whipped for you that it's disgusting." Taehyung's comment makes you blush. "So? When are you getting back together with him."
"I don't know. I mean I know. But, I don't know, should I initiate it? Should I wait for him to ask me again? Should I ask him to ask me again?"
"Don't think too much about it. If you wanna be with him, be with him." Taehyung being the ever level headed one said.
"I say make him work some more. That man had you going crazy for three years, the least jail time he deserves is three months." Jimin said sipping on his margarita.
"Don't listen to, Jimin. In fact call him right now."
"No, don't call him right now. This is our night. Don't be a simp."
"Did you guys bet against me and Jungkook?" You asked looking between both of your friends who looked like deers caught in a headlight. "Who else?"
"Just Jimin and I... and Namjoon and Yoongi and Hoseok." You gasped dramatically at your unbelievable friends.
"If either of you win, I want my cut."
The next day you were surprised to not see the usual series of morning texts that you get from Jungkook. There were no flowers outside your doorstep or your desk. Nobody sent you boba or lunch and you could say that you were having a very Jungkook less day today. The lack of your cute stalker ex has taken a toll on your mood and you found yourself becoming increasingly snappy and cranky with others, unable to shake off the disappointment and longing for his attention. This made you realise how much accustomed you have become to Jungkook.
You looked longingly at your phone but there was nothing, still no text, no calls. You could always be the mature one and call him to see what was the matter but a part of you hesitated, not wanting to appear too eager or like you were desperately missing him. After all, he had been the one pursuing you, and you didn't want to reverse those roles.
Soon it was time to get off from work, and with a series of goodbyes and good evenings you quickly left your office, You couldn't help but wonder if Jungkook would be waiting for you outside, just like he used to do. However, as you stepped out, there was no sign of him, and the reality sank in that he wasn't there. Still holding onto a glimmer of hope, you decided to wait for a little while, thinking he might show up a bit late. You stood there, keeping an eye out for any sign of him, and time seemed to slow down. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and you were torn between staying and leaving.
Soon the guard to the building adviced you to leave saying that their was a big storm on the way. You quickly looked up the weather forecast to realise that he was right indeed. You looked up at the sky to see the angry black clouds had started to gather around.
Searching for his contact you finally decided to give him a call. You were seriously getting worried about Jungkook now. As the call went straight to voicemail, your worry for Jungkook intensified.
Deciding it was the only choice, you headed towards Jungkook's place instead of your own, opting for a cab over the subway to reach him quickly.
Your excitement soared when your phone finally rang after a long day of silence. But, it quickly turned to disappointment as you noticed an unknown number instead of the one you had been eagerly waiting for. Despite the uncertainty, you chose to answer the call, just in case it was something important.
The voice asking for you on the other side was definitely unknown.
"Yes this is she." You replied.
"I'm speaking from Hope Memorial Hospital. You are listed as an emergency contact for a Jeon Jungkook. He has been involved in a motorcycle crash, and it's a very serious accident. We urgently need a guardian. Are you able to assist, or could you direct us to someone else?" The voice on the other end was serious and panicked, but you found it hard to accept the gravity of the situation. Your heart pounded in your chest, and tears streamed down your face, hoping that it wasn't as critical as it sounded.
"No, it's okay. I'll be there in... 10 minutes," you replied, your voice shaky but determined. You swiftly instructed the cab driver to change the route, urging him to go faster as you anxiously bit your nails in anticipation.
During the ride, you tried to stay strong and reassure yourself that it might not be as critical as you feared. Your mind couldn't help but drift to the worst-case scenario. What if he was already... No, no, no, you couldn't bear to think that way. You pushed those thoughts aside, trying to stay positive and hopeful as you rushed towards the hospital.
The driver observed you with sympathy as you quietly wept in the back seat. Regret filled your heart as you realized you should have called him. You blamed yourself, thinking that it was all your fault, and if anything happened to him, it would be on you.
As the car came to a stop, you hastily tossed all the remaining cash at the driver and rushed inside the hospital. Your must have looked frantic as you ran around, sobbing and calling out Jungkook's name. Thankfully, a compassionate nurse came to your aid and calmly checked the hospital charts for the name you managed to utter amidst your sobs.
"Come with me, dear. He's in the ER," you swiftly followed the nurse to a bustling room. As the nurse drew back the curtain, you braced yourself for the worstâexpecting to see Jungkook badly injured, bleeding, or worse. However, what you did not anticipate was finding Jungkook sitting there, looking.... perfectly fine?
You stared at the man sitting there, feeling a mix of confusion and relief. He was laughing at something the blond girl standing beside him had said. It was unexpected, given the seriousness of the call you received earlier. You couldn't help but wonder if there had been a mistake or if he had recovered miraculously.
"Baby, you came." His eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, there was not even a single scratch on Jeon Jungkook, maybe beside the scratched leather jacket. Now not to get you wrong, you were very happy that he was okay. You were just very confused. What was happening? You had stopped sobbing breathlessly but the tears were still flowing.
"I don't understand... Somebody called, they said... That something happened and it was serious." You tried explaining.
"I did get into a crash but it was nothing. They thought it was internal bleeding but that wasn't the case either. That's why I was here all afternoon, doing tests an all. But now I'm fine."
"Then why did they say that?"
"It was just a prank. I'm sorry it was Sua's Idea." He said pointing at the blond girl standing there. Your blood was boiling so fucking much that you didn't even care asking who this bitch even was let alone what she was doing with your boyfriend.
"A prank? You think this is funny?" Jungkook finally grasped the seriousness of the situation when he saw the mortified look on your face, realizing the impact of the prank. Your makeup was ruined from all the crying, and you looked exhausted.
"Baby, calm down it was just a joke." His hands came forward but you slapped it away.
"Do not Fucking touch me." You glared at him. "Do you seriously think that was funny? I almost had a heart attack, Jungkook. Do you know how fucking scared I was?" Jungkook didn't like when your voice did that. He could handle you yelling, screaming, and even calling him names, but seeing you speak with that dead serious look on your face was something he couldn't bear. It made him feel like he wanted to disappear. Jungkook wanted to jump off a cliff.
"You know what? I can't believe I even thought about giving you another chance. We are seriously done this time." You didn't even look back as you walked away as Jungkook struggled to get that IV out of his hand and run after you.
"Baby, stop I'm sorry. It was Sua's Idea, I swear."
The thunderstorm had finally hit your city with full blast. It was raining cats and dogs. In the midst of it all, everyone ran to sought shelter. However, that didn't stop you from sprinting out of the hospital. The storm didn't concern you; what mattered most was that you couldn't even bare the thought of being near Jeon Jungkook at that moment.
As you dwelled on everything that had happened, your anger intensified. You felt a surge of anger directed at Jungkook, the thunderstorm, and that stupid blond woman who played the prank. But, the strongest force of anger was aimed at yourself, for even thinking that he can take anything seriously. Why did you even bother believing he could change? He was and will always be a man-child.
"Babe, it's really dangerous outside."
"THEN STOP FOLLOWING ME."
"I'm not leaving you alone," he insisted, stepping out into the heavy rain to follow you. As you walked, you had no clear destination or plan in mind. All you knew was that you were so angry with Jeon Jungkook that you couldn't bear to look at his face.
After just a few minutes of walking in the worst thunderstorm you've experienced in years, you came to the realization that this was a reckless idea. Your emotions had driven you to act impulsively, and now you saw the potential danger not only for yourself but for the idiot following you as well. While you knew Jungkook seemed to have little to no regard for his own life and safety, you cared about him.
Recognizing the need to be level-headed and responsible, you decided to find shelter, a place where both of you could wait out the thunderstorm safely. You understood that even in moments of anger, you needed to prioritize the safety of both of you. You began searching for a suitable place where you could find refuge from the harsh weather.
Ignoring the constant pleas from the man behind to listen to him, you led him to a nearby subway station. The station provided shelter from the heavy rain and the strong winds that accompanied the thunderstorm. Inside, the noise of the rain was muffled, creating a more peaceful atmosphere.
"Babe, I'm so sorry, please talk to me," seeing your silence he continued "I messed up, and I'm really sorry. I should have never gone along with that prank."
"Yes you shouldn't have." you snapped making him jump a little. Taking a deep breath to calm your anger and clear your thoughts, you finally addressed the question that had been gnawing at you. "Who was that woman anyway?"
"Just some girl, she was in the bed beside mine and we got to talking but I swear to god, I did not flirt with her once. When I told her about you she came up with the prank and I should not have gone along with it. I'm sorry."
"I just feel that you can't take anything seriously. It's like everything is a joke to you. How do I know that you'll take me seriously? That you'll take this relationship seriously?"
"No... I know I've been a little childish," watching you raise an eyebrow he corrected himself "A lot childish. But I swear, babe. This is the most serious thing in my life. I've made many mistakes in the past but I swear I'll start redeeming everything. I'll prove how serious I am about us. You are everything for me, baby. Everything. You're it for me. I want to spend my whole life with you, __." The way he said your name sent shivers down your body. The way he looked at your eyes eased your mind a little. "I want to have a future with you. I want to marry you, I want to have a home with you, I want to grow old with you, that's how serious I am. I love you more than anything in this entire world and I'll prove it to you." You only realised that you were crying when he wiped a year from your eyes.
"You mean it?"
"Every word."
"Fine then. Let's go." You held out your and he quickly grabbed it. When you dragged him out of the subway station you realised that the storm had stopped. The universe was on your side for once.
Jungkook did not utter another word the whole way that you led him to your house. The silence was thick when you closed the door behind you. He still didn't know what it meant for you both, your silence did not give him any answer and he was scared to ask.
"I swear to god, Jeon Jungkook" You finally began after the painful silence and his heart skipped a beat in anticipation. "If I see you entertaining another women ever again, I'm walking out of your life. And this time it would be for good. I will not come back no matter how much you beg me to." It took him a couple seconds to take in your words.
"Does that mean-"
"Yes. I'm giving you another chance. But you mess it up and I'm dumping your ass." The next thing you know Jungkook is showering your whole face in kisses and he finally let go of the tears. Crying happily as he held you close.
"Thank you, baby. Thank you so much. I will not disappoint you, I promise."
"I hope so too." The both of you stood in the middle of your living room, soaking into each other's warmth.
"Now let me fuck you right." He said, making you yelp as he picked you up all of a sudden and rushed toward your bedroom. Your kisses soon turned heated and desperate. Both of you panting as he started taking off your wet clothes.
You were wet in more ways than one. His kisses traveled down your face along with each piece of garment he removed from you. Lips not sparing a single inch of skin as he spent the whole night showing you how much he loves you.
The next morning your wakeup call was none other than Jungkook's tongue swiping away at your center. You woke up with a gasp when the sun was yet to come out. You glanced down to find the mop of raven hair between your thighs.
"Oh god, koo yes." You moaned out loud when his plump lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking. His hands pushing down on your hips, keeping them from arching up on the bed.
His tongue swiped up from your opening as your juices trickled down to your posterior hole. It was too early for your head to comprehend whatever was happening. Your finger started tugging on his curls when he pulled you close to your orgasm. Agressively lapping at your pussy. The pleasure you felt was tremendous. Too much to handle.
Jungkook ate you out like he had rent to pay and this was his job. His tongue playing with you as you came down from your high screaming his name louder than ever. After pulling two more orgasms from you in the next 15 minutes Jungkook was finally satisfied and he kissed up his way to your lips.
"Jungkook, we had sex like, 7 times last night. It wasn't enough?" You giggled when you felt his hard boner pressing against your ass.
"It's never enough with you. Seven times is nothing, baby," he said as he slowly entered you, pulling out a moan from your lips. "I wanna fuck you seven days a week." He added between his lazy thrusts. "Every hour." He lands a gentle kiss on your lips. "Every minute." Fingers intertwining with your own. "Every second."
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Hii I am making a Spencer Reid x citizen! F reader. They have been dating for a really long time but for a while reader has been dealing with a stalker, suddenly the stalker becomes much more violent and maybe even kidnaps her if we want to get real cray cray. Just lots of protective reid and angst to comfort!!
don't lose your head | S.R.
a stalker uses your work as a tudor history professor to follow your every move, so you go to the only place you can think of for help - the BAU
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: professor!reader, fiance!spencer, erotomaniac stalker, lots of tudor history facts, kidnapping, decapitation, happy ending, s11 (post-maeve), guns, death, spencer feels a lot of guilt, unhelpful police, exhaustion, nausea, dry heaving word count: 3.71k a/n: yall if i wanted to make this into a series would you read it đ i had so much fun writing this!!! and yes the title is a reference to six! thank you sooo much for requesting!!
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You told Spencer after the fourth note. While the first two had been near your office door â harmless enough to have been brushed off as a student prank, the third note had been left on your desk. When someone had gotten into your locked office to leave you an intense love letter, you knew you were out of your depth.
After years of hearing stories about the BAU needing to battle the chain of command, you thought the best thing to do was to first go to the campus police. You were a professor, so the natural assumption was that theyâd look into it.
They didnât even take a report. No one listened to you.
From the campus police, you went into the city police, then the county, and by the time you marched into DC Metro, you hadnât slept in a day. Spencer was in Utah on a case, and you didnât have anywhere else to go. Once DC Metro told you there was nothing they could do without an open investigation or further evidence, you went back to your apartment.
The fourth note was there waiting for you, covering the camera that you kept on your front door.
Since you had the first three notes already in your bag, you plucked the newest one from where it was stationed on the front door and stuffed it in with the others before making the trip down to Quantico.
You had no idea when the team would be back, but the security guards at the front desk recognized you from the times youâd come to pick Spencer up or bring him lunch and they let you up anyway.
There were no notifications on your phone from Spencer letting you know that they were flying home, but the only place you felt safe was in their headquarters. The idea of going to see Penelope crossed your mind, but as a profiler-adjacent, sheâd likely see right through you. You never dropped by, especially not when Spencer was away.
Settling yourself at his desk, you pulled an empty manila folder from a drawer, placed the notes neatly inside, and left it on Spencerâs desk before sitting in his chair and waiting for something to happen.
âHey, Reid,â you heard a familiar voice from behind you. Slowly, you spun the chair around and looked at the team as they filtered in the glass doors.
Confused, Spencer tilted his head at you, clearly wondering why you were staking out the bullpen as he approached you. As he got closer, he observed the bags under your eyes, bloodshot from your lack of sleep over the last few days, âWhatâs wrong?â
Chewing on the inside of your lip, you clutched the folder like your life depended on it â for all you knew, it did. Your eyes followed Spencer as he knelt in front of you, accepting the folder when you handed it to him, âI think Iâm in trouble,â you whispered, voice raspy from lack of use.
Your fiancĂŠ flipped through the pages, reading each of them a few times while you garnered attention from other members of the BAU. Tara, Derek, and JJ all crowded around Spencerâs desk, curious on your surprise appearance.
âIâŚâ you faltered as you tried to explain what felt inexplicable. âThe first one was folded over the doorknob of my office, the second one was slid beneath the door to my office, the third one was left on my desk, and the fourth one,â you glanced nervously at Spencer, âit was on the apartment door.â
Spencerâs eyebrows furrowed, âapartment door? Our apartment door?â As he questioned you, he stood up, leaving you with four federal agents staring down at you.
Despondently, you nodded, steepling your fingers in your lap and letting your shoulders droop.
âIâll go get Hotch,â JJ said, nodding at everyone else to confirm her intentions before turning around, making her way up the steps to Hotchâs office.
From there, you ended up in the roundtable room. Tara had personally brought the letters for the lab to be checked for prints, and the techs had sent Garcia scans that were now projected on the screen. Each member of the team had them up on tablets, but you and Spencer knew the words by heart.
Shaking her head, Tara looked up at everyone, âI mean, who writes like this anymore? âBut if you please to do the office of a true loyal mistress and friend, and to give yourself up body and heart to me, who will be, and have been, your most loyal servant,â she shrugged, continuing to look over the letters.
âTheyâre love letters,â you explained, tugging the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your palms before crossing your arms in front of your stomach. âThe words arenât original, theyâre all passages from the love letters of Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn.â
Pointing to something on her screen, JJ frowned, âAnd what does his greeting mean? He always starts with âmy rose without a thornâ.â
Nodding dejectedly, you focused your eyes on the now-empty manila folder on the table in front of you. âThat was what Henry VIII called Catherine Howard, she was his youngest wife. Itâs widely accepted among scholars that she was around seventeen when they got married, but others say she couldâve been as young as fifteen,â you answered, wondering if more details would help the investigation.
âSo, we have Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard, which wives were those?â Rossi asked, looking around the table for someone who knew the answer.
In the middle of scrawling something on an evidence board, Spencer answered quickly, âTwo and five.â
Folding your hands in your lap, you scoured your memory for anything that could be helpful. When Hotch asked if those numbers meant everything to you, you just shook your head. âIs there any significance to the two wives he chose being Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard?â
Your lips parted in surprise as the blood drained from your face, âThey were the two wives who were beheaded.â
An eerie silence fell over the room, interrupted only by a chime from Penelopeâs laptop, her shoulders slumped forward in abject disappointment, âThe lab didnât find anything on the letters. No prints, no hair⌠nothing, but uhâŚâ her voice trailed off as she looked up at Hotch, it was almost like she was seeking permission.
Each member of the BAU looked at each other with the same concerned expression on their faces. âWhat do you all know that I donât?â
âTwo bodies turned up last week in the greater DC area,â Morgan was the brave soul who spoke up, âthey were both missing their heads, and they were both college professors.â
Goosebumps spread over your entire body, a chill of fear causing the tip of your nose to feel cold, âOh, IâŚâ you fumbled over your words, standing up from your chair and rushing to leave the roundtable, nearly throwing yourself out of the bullpen on your way to the womenâs restroom.
Entering one of the stalls, you haphazardly gathered your hair at the back of your head and you dry heaved into the toilet. You dropped to your knees as nothing came out.
A knock at the door barely garnered your attention, you didnât even bother responding as Spencer was already entering the stall, âOh, honey.â
That was it, you sat back on your heels as tears welled in your eyes, looking up at Spencer as he sat down next to you. Immediately, you turned your body to face him and leaned forward.
Welcomingly, Spencer grabbed you, firmly wrapping his arms around your torso as he pulled you into his lap, âI have you. Iâm right here.â His voice was gentle, no more than a whisper as he kept a firm pressure around your body, âYouâre safe with me,â he reassured you, using one hand to keep you upright and the other to rub your back as you cried.
Your face was buried in the crook of his neck as you wept, the sensation of fear ran through your body like electricity, and you felt content for the first time in days in the safety of Spencerâs arms. âI- I just teach. Iâm n- not built for this,â you cried, words slightly muffled by his shoulder.
You were a history professor, teaching a course on the six wives of Henry VIII, this was never even in the realm of things you considered when putting together your syllabus.
Taking a shaky breath, you pulled away from Spencer, and he reached behind you for a wad of toilet paper to dry your face. âSpence,â you said, though it came out as more of a whimper.
âWhenâs the last time you slept?â He asked, cupping both of your cheeks in his hands while he studied your exhausted expression.
Shrugging, you shuffled off of him, dropping the wad of toilet paper in the bowl and flushing it, âA day? Two?â You werenât entirely sure what day it currently was, the events of the last few had caused everything to sort of blend together.
Spencer nodded in understanding, âOkay,â he responded, slipping his phone out of his pocket before typing something out, âWhy donât you go lie down in Morganâs office for a little while? He wonât mind.â
You blinked a few final tears from your eyes before affirming, âYeah, uh. I need to grab something from my car.â
âOkay, are you parked in the garage? Iâll go down with you,â he offered, getting up and lending you a hand up, mumbling about the state of the bathroom floor as he did so.
After washing your hands, the two of you made your way through the hall and to the elevator before Garcia called out for Reid, âHotch needs you for something, he said itâs urgent.â
Glancing back at you, he pursed his lips before selecting a lower-level special agent to go with you to the parking garage. âBe right back,â you told him as you stepped onto the elevator.
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Once he was finished with Hotch, Spencer made his way back down the hallway, expecting to find yourself settling in Morganâs office only to find it empty. Turning back in the hallway, he nearly bulldozed into Morgan and JJ, âHey, whatâs the rush?â
âHave either of you seen Y/N?â He asked, trying not to let panic rise in his voice, but there had been ample time for you to get to the parking garage and back. You shouldâve been back by now.
The two of them shared a look, âUh, no, I havenât seen her since she left the roundtable room. Is she alright?â JJ asked, blue eyes filled with concern.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Spencer hit the number one on speed dial â your number â and brought the phone to his ear before rushing to the elevator and moving to the side as JJ and Morgan piled in with him. Frantically pushing the button for the parking level, he cursed as the phone went to voicemail.
âReid, what is it?â Morgan asked as the elevator started moving down.
Redialing your number, Spencer muttered to himself, hoping youâd pick up, âI sent her down with an agent. Hotch needed my apartment key so that Tara and Rossi could go look for anything.â
As the steel doors opened, the three of them drew their firearms, each of them taking a different direction when Spencer realized he didnât even know where you had parked your car. âWe have an agent down,â Morgan called out, calling Garcia and putting the phone on speaker. âBaby girl, we need medical and crime scene techs down to the lower-level parking garage,â he said into the phone.
âSpencer,â JJ called out, garnering his attention as he made his way through the garage to where JJ and Morgan were now stood, Morgan was applying pressure on Agent Franksâ wound, and JJ was looking at a car.
The passenger door to your car was open, and the vehicle was chiming as an alert to get you to close the door. As he stepped forward, something glimmered at the edge of his vision. Crouching down, he picked up your engagement ring from the cement, âHeâs got her,â he said, a wave of dĂŠjĂ vu nearly toppling him over.
Impatiently waiting for the elevator to take him back up to the sixth floor, Spencer trudged to the roundtable room, desperate for another look at the evidence board. The dates of each letter that you had received, the content of each letter, and the reason for all of this didnât make any sense to him.
It had to be an erotomaniac, it was the only thing that made sense. You were an object of someoneâs desires, and their delusion had to have become so strong that they took you.
Quietly, someone stepped into the roundtable room behind him, âWhat are you thinking about?â
Imminent death. Statistics of harm and death in cases involving erotomanic kidnappings. âSynchronicity,â he answered simply, entertaining JJâs conversation as he continued to study the letters. The love letters were at the core of it all, so the answer needed to be written in there. Everything that had come to you was almost an exact copy of words written by Henry VIII.
âAh, thatâs Jung, right?â JJ asked, her voice was kind, and she was using the same tone she used when doing cognitive interviews with victims. He didnât have time for her pity, they were on a clock.
Sighing, Spencer picked his dry-erase marker back up and scrawled on the board, âItâs a concept that he introduced, yes. Itâs meant to describe the occurrence of events which seem like theyâre significantly related but thereâs no discernable causation.â
JJ nodded understandingly, taking a spot next to him and looking at the notes, âAnd what occurrence of events are we thinking about right now?â
âI suppose more than anything, Iâm wondering if thereâs an action that I took in the past that somehow caused me to find myself in this situation twice,â he answered, circling the word âthe place chosen by yourselfâ on the evidence board.
Humming, JJ turned to face him, âDoes Y/N know?â
Pressing his lips together in a thin, white line, he nodded tightly, âI told her years ago, when we had first started dating, actually. I never thoughtâŚâ his voice trailed off as he set down the marker, âShe came to me, JJ. She came here to be safe, and he grabbed her from the parking garage.â
âYou sent her down there with an agent, you thought you were doing the right thing,â JJ tried to comfort him.
Scoffing dismissively, he stepped back and took a seat in one of the chairs, âI canât stop thinking about if it wouldâve made a difference. If her asking me for help would have fixed anything, or if it would have ended the same way.â
Taking a seat near him, JJ paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words, before responding, âWe canât really afford to think like that though, in our line of work.â
Spencer scoffed, âNo, we canât. Especially not now, but the timing of it is weird. Itâs been almost exactly four years, and nowâŚâ his voice trailed off as his eye caught on something on the paper. âThe timing is off,â he muttered, picking up the first letter you had received.
âWhat is it, Spence?â JJ asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.
Shaking his head, he read the letter again, âThis letter, itâs from the first letter Henry VIII wrote to Anne Boleyn, but in this version, he says heâs been waiting for months to be with her, but they waited seven years to be together because they were waiting for his marriage to Catherine of Aragon to be annulled.â
Still confused, JJ leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, âOkay, what does that mean.â
âWe ruled out a student because the crimes didnât read as mature, but what if itâs a different kind of student?â He proposed, standing up from the chair abruptly and starting to write on the board.
Rolling her chair closer to the board, she shrugged, âIâm not sure Iâm following.â
Holding up a single finger, Spencer wrote a name down on the board, âY/N has a grad student TA, heâs been working toward his PhD for seven years. Heâs been her TA for three months â that lines up with the timeline in the letters.â
âOkay,â JJ said, starting to follow along, she waved at the team members in the bullpen to get their attention before hitting the call button on the conference phone. âPenelope, what do you have on a Geoffrey Williamson? Heâs a TA in Y/Nâs class.â
There was typing on the other line before a sound of disgust came from the technical analyst, âHe is a different kind of smarmy, it looks like he transferred programs two years ago to Y/Nâs university after he⌠oh. It looks like he bounced from foster home to foster home as a kid, his parents never fully gave up their rights but couldnât follow through on their case plan. He was unsuccessful in his last dissertation defense three months ago,â she continued clacking on her keyboard, âafter which his mentor teacher dropped him and the school gave him one more semester before pulling his funding. He asked Y/N to be his new mentor teacher and it looks like she turned him down -very nicely, might I add.â
Scoffing, Morgan crossed his arms in front of his chest, âThat sounds like a stressor and a trigger if Iâve ever heard one.
âGarcia,â Hotch spoke into the phone, âDo you have a location for Williamson?â
There was more typing as Spencer could feel his carotid pounding in his throat, âIt looks like he lives in student housing, but⌠he recently inherited an old factory after his biological father passed away two weeks ago.â
Nodding, Hotch looked around the table, âSend us the address, and forward it to Rossi and Lewis too.â
âDone, go get her,â Penelope urged into the phone before hanging up.
He slipped your engagement ring into his pocket before adjusting the strap on his Kevlar, thrumming with nervous energy as Morgan coordinated with SWAT, waiting outside of the old textile factory as the tactical team organized themselves in front of the BAU.
Spencer and JJ took the left side, Rossi and Tara took the right, and Morgan and Hotch went through the main doors.
âNo!â Your voice broke out through the steel corridors of the factory, immediately followed by a yelp.
There was an awful noise then, like metal scraping against itself, âFucking say it!â An unfamiliar male voice broke out in a holler.
Steeling himself, Spencer had to hold himself back from rushing into the room where your voice was coming from, each one of your sobs was like another strike at his resolve. âGood Christian people,â he heard you say, your voice was strained, âI am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to- to-â Your voice broke off into a heap of wails.
âWhat is she saying?â JJ whispered, waiting for SWAT to clear the corridor.
All of the blood had drained from Spencerâs face, âSheâs reciting Anne Boleynâs execution speech, from right before she was beheaded.â
JJ nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation â they needed to get in there, and they needed to do it quickly. SWAT waved them over, and the two of them filtered through the open doorway. The space was dimly illuminated by candles, but the only thing Spencer could focus on was your head, bowed toward the ground as you watched the ground. Above you, Geoffrey was holding a sword, ready to cut your head off.
âGeoffrey Williamson, FBI!â JJ called out, announcing themselves to the UnSub before he could get any further in his convoluted execution, âPut the sword down! Let Y/N go.â
Spencer clocked the UnSubâs grip tightening on the sword as he zeroed in on you, âI canât! She has to pay for this! She has to finish the speech.â
He opened his mouth to speak, but as you raised your head slightly, he found himself silenced by your gaze. Roll, he mouthed the words to you, hoping Williamson was too focused on JJ to notice what he was trying to tell you.
âAnd by the law I am judged to die,â you continued the speech, your voice wavering.
Taking a deep breath, Spencer watched as the UnSub raised the sword despite JJâs instructions to set it on the ground, âY/N, stop talking!â
Releasing another sob, you finished the execution speech, âAnd therefore I will speak nothing against it.â
As soon as the last word was out of your mouth, Williamson brought the sword down, and as it swung, two things happened. JJ pulled the trigger on her firearm, killing the UnSub, and you rolled out of the way, the chains that bound your hands and feet clanging on the ground as you did so.
Holstering his weapon, Spencer ran over to you, dropping to his knees in front of you, âItâs done. Itâs over,â he tried to reassure you, but you had begun struggling against your restraints as Spencer tried to settle you down, âStop, itâs me, baby. Baby, itâs me,â he said desperately.
Once you had maneuvered yourself into a sitting position, you looked at Spencer with big, watery eyes before completely breaking down. âI just wanted it to end,â you babbled as your face crumpled.
âI know, honey,â he said, reaching out to pull you close as JJ contacted the rest of the team, asking for a chain cutter to get your restraints off of you as they werenât able to find the keys on the body. âHeâs gone, youâre safe,â he urged, holding you tightly.
You werenât seriously injured, but there were enough bumps and bruises to make Spencer insist on a trip to the hospital. Until the EMTs could make it to you, he was fine with holding you on the floor of the factory. Keeping you close. Keeping you safe with him.
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Unfinished Business
Pairing:Â Spencer Reid x Serial Killer!Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~2.5k
Warnings:Â talk of beating/raping women and children (implicit, just mention), near drowning/death, car crash
Summary:Â Youâre the most wanted woman in the country, and the BAU finally has you in its grasp. You hunt and kill truly evil people but it doesnât seem to matter to the authorities if the victims are rapists, killers, and abusers. Youâre doing this country a favor and youâre not finished. It doesnât matter if youâre caught or not. Youâre going to find a way to continue your work.
Square Filled:Â criminal au (2022) for @spencerreidbingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
If the damn clock wasnât bolted to the wall, you would have ripped it from the plaster and shattered it to pieces. Youâre not supposed to be here. Youâre supposed to be at home snuggling with your dog who you presume is missing you. Your sister knows to take him in if she doesnât hear from you within twenty-four hours so you have no doubt he will be taken care of.
Instead, youâre sitting handcuffed to a table in the BAU.
Youâve been on the FBIâs Top 10 Most Wanted for three years now for your notorious work in slicing up men and women who deserve it. Every single one of your victims was far from innocent, but the FBI doesnât care if youâve been cleaning house. All they care about is the fact you have hundreds of victims under your belt.
Youâve been killing since you were a child because your father got you into it. It started with random strangers on the highway (he was a truck driver and would pick them up). Heâd get them talking and if he so much got an inkling that they were less than innocent, heâd kill them. He taught you to wear gloves, clothes that donât fit you, shoes that were slightly too big for you, to always have a wig on, talk with an accent, and never trust anyone.
He was never caught and died almost a decade ago. Now youâre left to continue his work.
Men who rape. Men who kill for fun. Men who abuse. Women who abuse. Women who kidnap. Theyâre all fair game. Youâre ridding the world of evil one person at a time.
The reason youâre sitting here and not at home drinking wine is that you decided it was best to work with someone to take down a small group of abusers. The group was small, maybe five or six men, but they went out and assaulted women at night and left them for dead. This other person who you shall not name knew your father and reached out to you. He wanted to work with you in bringing the group down and you trusted him enough to agree.
Your first mistake.
Your second is when you gave him the task of finding an easy way out in case something went wrong. Something did. There was another man in the house who called 911. Your âfriendâ got away. You got caught. When the FBI realized who they caught, you knew you wouldnât be getting out of this alive. There have been two dozen confirmed victims of yours but you know that number is well into the three hundreds by now.
Youâve saved a bunch of men, women, and children from getting abused and hurt, and there isnât a thing youâd change if you could do it all over again.
Youâve been sitting in this godforsaken room for nearly twenty minutes. Maybe thatâs their tactic. Maybe they want you to slowly go insane so youâll confess to more crimes. You were born at night, not last night. At best, youâll get three consecutive life sentences. There is no way youâre going to ever see freedom⌠that is if you were completely alone in this. There is a reason why your father was never caught. He has friends on the inside that you can turn to, so you know youâll be okay if you get sent to jail.
You tap the metal table with a perfectly manicured nail when the door opens and a black man walks in with a thick file in his hands. Damn, heâs not the one you were hoping would come in. The one who apprehended you was white, and he had the most beautiful brown eyes. Lean but not too skinny. Curly hair. Such beautiful features.
The man sits across from you and lays out pictures of men youâve killed over the years. They are unsolved cases but the FBI doesnât know that youâre responsible for them. You keep your eyes on the man as he lays out six photos of men.
âWhere are they?â
âWhat, no introduction? No, âHowâs it going?â I donât get any of that?â
âMy name is Agent Morgan, and youâre going to tell me where you buried their bodies.â
âBold of you to assume I killed them.â
Agent Morgan takes out six more photos and lays them underneath the menâs portraits. Each of the new photos is of their crime scenes. You left a lot of blood behind but none of it is yours.
âDo you know what a signature is?â You donât answer. âYou like to leave behind a name written in your victimâs blood.â In each of the photos, you can see the name you wrote on their walls or mirrors. âFemme Fatale. No one else does that but you. So, Iâll ask again, where did you bury their bodies?â
âMmm. Ask me again. This time, add âpleaseâ,â you smirk.
âThis is not a game, Y/N. Tell me where they are and maybe we can work out a deal.â
âIâm already seeing three consecutive life sentences for the murders youâve already pinned on me. Unless your deal is me walking out of this building without so much as a scratch on my record, Iâm not telling you shit.â
Agent Morgan nods and gathers the photos. Heâs done. He knows heâs not going to get anything out of you right now. He opens the door to leave but you stop him before he can.
âWhen youâre ready to come back, bring in the cute one. I have a thing for brown eyes and curly hair.â
Agent Morgan all but slams the door on his way out. Itâs an hour before someone comes back to you, and this time, itâs who you want.
âAh, there he is,â you grin and sit up straighter.
âSo, Iâm the cute one?â
âYes.â
âMy name is Dr. Spencer Reid.â
âOoh, a doctor. Iâm impressed. You look so young.â
Spencer opens a file and takes out pictures, different than the ones Agent Morgan showed you. Theyâre of your apartment, more specifically, the room you have hidden underneath your stairs. You have a basement in the house but the stairs to it are located underneath your staircase going to the second floor. The door is only accessed when you pull up the last step of the staircase. You had that installed when you bought the house so that your extracurricular activities can remain a secret.
Inside the basement are records of the men and women youâve killed, where youâve put their bodies, future victims on your list, and people you are suspicious of. You hate that they found that, but it doesnât matter. You have many houses across the country and even one in Europe that all have the exact same information. If your father taught you anything, itâs to keep backups and backups of your backups.
The only difference is that every safehouse has a different list of different men and women. There are a lot of evil people on this Earth, and youâve only worked in one country. Imagine what youâd find in Europe.
âWe know youâve killed more than two dozen. It looks like hundreds.â
âWhat else do you know?â
âI know that youâre smart--smarter than youâd have us believe. I know that you like to work alone. With a rap sheet like yours, you canât trust anyone. Itâs the reason you got caught. The one time you trusted another person, they let you down.â
âSo, youâre not just pretty, youâre smart, too.â
âYou can deny it all you want, but the facts are right here.â
âIâm not denying any of it. I killed them. All of them. You know where their bodies are. You donât need a confession out of me which makes me think you wanted to see me.â You grin and lean forward as much as you can. âIsnât that right, Spencer? You just wanted to talk to me.â
âIâm going to make sure you donât see the outside of a prison for the rest of your life,â he whispers.
âI like it when you talk dirty to me,â you smirk and lean back.
âWe will be transporting you to a high-facility prison before sunrise.â
âAs long as youâre in the car with me.â Spencer doesnât say anything and cleans up the photos from the table. Like with Agent Morgan, you donât let him leave just yet. âIâm not a bad person, Dr. Reid.â
âAccording to your basement, youâve killed over three hundred people.â
âRichard Sigler was raping his six-year-old daughter. Her own mother didnât believe her when she told her about it. Benjamin Cross has beaten and raped ten women over the course of a month. He was about to add an eleventh victim when I caught up to him. Alexis Greene aided her husband in kidnapping three children. I was with my sisterâs kids when she tried it with me. She never got to a fourth.â You rest your elbows on the table. âI never hurt innocent people.â
Spencer doesnât say anything and leaves the room. Itâs another two hours before youâre placed in the back of a car with Spencer behind the wheel. Luck must be on your side because you two are alone.
âWhat, no one else is going to join us?â
âThey didnât need to. Itâs a short drive.â
âLucky me,â you grin. âSo, since Iâll probably never have a genuine conversation with anyone else, tell me about yourself.â Spencer doesnât answer. âLet me guess, youâre a reserved know-it-all. Secret romancer? Kinky in bed?â
âShut up,â Spencer sighs.
âAh, so youâre kinky, huh? What are you into? Personally, I love being tied up. Choking is a big one.â
âLike Iâm going to tell you what Iâm into.â
âYou donât have to. I can read people pretty easily. Youâre an open book.â
Spencer tries to focus on the road but itâs snowing pretty hard. He didnât know there would be a snowstorm soon. He thought heâd be able to drop you off and return to the BAU before it hit. He turns the windshield wipers on but it doesnât do much for the snow pouring down.
âMaybe we should pull over. Get nice and cozy in here,â you chuckle.
âAnd give you a chance to escape? No way.â
âI have cuffs on, Spencer. Youâre the one in control. Thatâs one of your kinks, right? Being in control.â
âOkay, right now, I need you to shut up.â
You do only because the car is shaking. There must be black ice on the road, and Spencer is trying his best not to skid too much. Spencer doesnât look nervous but you can tell by his labored breathing and the slight perspiration on his forehead that heâs nervous as hell. The only reason you are, too, is because there is a giant lake to the right of you, and youâve seen too many movies where cars skid on black ice and end up in lakes.
âSpencer, maybe you should pull over,â you say seriously.
âDonât tell me how to drive.â
The streetlights barely give Spencer enough light to see the road in front of him, and the snow piles onto the windshield faster than the wipers can remove it. Spencer jerks the wheel to the right to avoid a pothole when the car is caught on a sheet of black ice. The car spins in circles before plunging into the freezing cold waters of the lake. Spencerâs head slams into the steering wheel and is knocked out immediately. Water rapidly fills the car, too fast for your liking. You take off your seatbelt and squat onto the seat so you can slide your cuffed wrists underneath your feet. Youâre very flexible for someone your age, and youâre thanking your sister for pushing you to do yoga.
You hop into the front seat and ram your elbow into the passenger window. When all you get is a bruised bone, you know you have to try something else before all of your oxygen is taken from you. After all youâve done, youâre going to let something like this take you out. The water has reached your chest now, and you open the glove compartment for something hard to break the window.
This is a copâs car, so they have the tools needed to break open windows. You grab the small tool and slam it into the window. It shatters immediately, and you quickly swim out of the window into the dark lake. Youâre about to swim to the surface when you look back at Spencer. You canât leave him there. Heâs going to drown. Heâs innocent.
You donât hurt innocents.
You swim to the other side of the car and use the same tool on his window. You reach in and grab him only to realize that he still has his seatbelt on. The tool you have is also good for cutting seatbelts, so you slice his lap belt and pull him out of the car. Itâs hard since youâre handcuffed but you have to get him out of the lake.
Your lungs burn from not having enough oxygen, and black spots start to form in your vision. No matter what, you have to get to the surface before you pass out. Just when you think youâre going to suck in a lungful of water, you break through the surface. You struggle to keep both your head and Spencerâs above water but you manage to swim to the edge of the lake. You push Spencer onto the ground and heave yourself next to him.
Shit, youâre freezing. You reach into his pockets and see if there is a key for your handcuffs. Again, luck must be on your side because there is. You unlock the cuffs and place one of them around Spencerâs wrists and the other to the very thin light pole next to him. You canât have him following you. You look at Spencerâs face to see him paler than before with blue lips.
âSpencer!â
You lean over him, place your lips over his, and blow into his mouth. You pull back and start doing three chest compressions. You repeat the process five times before Spencer coughs up a bunch of water.
âOh, thank God,â you sigh. âYouâre alive.â
âWhat happened? How did youâŚ?â
âSorry, babe. I gotta go before they realize youâre missing.â
Spencer jerks his body only to realize heâs handcuffed to the light pole. You grin and hold up the key to the cuffs. You toss them over to him but theyâre just shy of his feet. If he stretches hard enough, heâll reach them but only after he gets his strength back.
âNo, get back here right now or Iâll--â
âYouâll what? Arrest me?â You take a few steps before turning back to him. âDonât take this personally. I have a list to complete. Oh, soft lips by the way. If things were different⌠As much as I like you, I really hope I donât see you again.â
Spencer sits helplessly and watches you parade off into the night. He doesnât know if heâll ever see you again but heâll try like hell to make sure he does.
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# LIKE CLOCKWORK
pairing: paige bueckers x teammate!reader
word count: 1532
warnings: arguing, offensive cursing?
summary: in a heated game, your girlfriend doesn't hesitate to step up and defend you.
â from lani: i rlly hate this and its like corny imo but idk..oh also i have nothing against usc or any of their players i just needed someone to cause drama sorry guys!
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THE WHOLE GAME was a mess, in all honesty. the aggression. the determination. the refâs bullshit calls. there were too many factors that contributed to the general tensity of the game.
in the midst of the march madness tournament, uconn ended up going against usc, a school that was set up to have a ârivalryâ with the huskies due to the similarity between their star freshman, juju watkins, and your own all-american girlfriend, paige bueckers.
however, the crowd was focused on a different pair tonight: you and kayla williams. you had heard of the girl prior to the game and acknowledged that she was a good player on both ends of the court, so you prepared yourself for her efforts.
before tonight, you had absolutely nothing against her. you respected her and her dedication to the sport, even complimenting her once in an interview. but for some reason, the trojan had been all up in your personal space the entire game. some may call it good defense but she was simply doing way too much in your eyes.
there had been multiple accounts where she illegally restricted your movement as you went to make a shot, yet the refs let it be. the entire ordeal pissed you and your own teammates off, but specifically your girlfriend.
you could tell paige was getting annoyed at the way kayla was acting, even when the ball wasnât in play. her eyes were trained on the opponent every now and then to make sure that she wouldnât try anything. but she practically death stared her.
itâs not that you couldnât handle yourself, because everyone knew damn well that you could, it was the fact that the intensity of kaylaâs physical pressure over you was honestly concerning. still, you continued to focus on the game.
it was currently two minutes left in the fourth quarter and uconn held the lead 82-76. with a six-point deficit and a freshman sharp shooter for usc, the score was too close for your team's comfort.
your coach had advised the team to stay off of social media to avoid letting their opinions get to your heads, but you still knew what was happening. people were calling you out for being too emotional on court after an incident with a player on duke in the previous round.
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it was almost the end of the third quarter and uconn was up byâŚa lot. the duke players were not happy at all.
you were running across the floor, crossing between the two duke players guarding you. for some reason they were set on the fact that you were their biggest threat, so as they double-teamed you, you had to push harder against their defense.
your teammate kk arnold passes you the ball over the pile of bodies trying to guard you as you catch it with your hands extended in the air. quickly, you adjust your stance as you shield the ball away from dukeâs grasps.
you dribble the ball forward before stepping back out behind the three-point line and faking a pass to paige to get the guards off of you. with the small time frame and physical space you had, you quickly jump and shoot the ball into the net, resulting in a beautiful swish as another three points are added to the board.
you also draw a foul since one of the duke girls grabbed at your leg mid-jump shot. you throw up three fingers in the air and smile as your teammates pat your back and dap you up.Â
before you were set to get one free throw, you huddled up with the rest of the girls to discuss your next plays. you were focused on what paige was explaining, but you couldnât help overhearing the loud discussion in the huddle next to you.
âgod, sheâs not even that good. the only reason sheâs here is because her dad is on the coaching staff.â
âexactly, sheâs just a bitch with connections, all her shots are sloppy.â
you lift your head from your own huddle to make sure youâre hearing them correctly. âhey, what was that? whatâd you say?â you ask them.
ânothinâ bitch, just mind your business,â one of the girls says with a pointed glare.
âsorry?â youâre now fully turned around to face her, but you try to maintain your composure so as to not get a tech.
âwoah hey chill,â paige says as she swiftly places her hands on your waist to pull you away from the scene, âyou gotta ignore them, y/n, we canât have you getting a tech. donât let them get to you.â
her eyes are locked on yours as her large hands are still grasping your jersey loosely. you nod wordlessly with your jaw clenched.
âlike clockwork?â she asks you, fist extended.Â
you smirk at her proposal and bump your hand against hers, âlike clockwork.â
it was a phrase you two often used on the court, just the two of you. whenever either of you said it, it was an unspoken promise to have each otherâs backs and power through the game no matter what.
it was a signal to show your opponents your unbeatable connection that left everyone speechless and scrambling for their words. so, like clockwork, you two were beasts on the court after initiating the promise.
you were angry to say the least. you were tired of the treatment not only from other players, but also from the media. everyone had instructed you to block it all out and take your emotions out on the ball and net. so thatâs what you did.Â
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and thatâs what you continued to do. you drove your shots, defended well, and refused to back down. you were pumped up by the adrenaline running through your veins, but after you managed to drain another three-pointer, one split-second interaction sent a different emotion to course through you.
âtry-hard bitch,â you hear as you are shoved forward. turning around, you are faced with, of course, kayla williams.
before you could respond, you see paige stepping in front of you protectively and getting up in her face. you see her place a strong forearm against kaylaâs chest to push her off of you.
âyo, you need to back the fuck off,â she demands as she lessens the space between her and the trojan to intimidate her. paige had about five inches of height on the girl, so she was glaring down at her with looks that could kill.
she was tired of all the bullshit you were getting, tired of them pushing you around. so, naturally, she had to do something about it.
but unfortunately, the refs caught the heated interaction, immediately blowing their whistles to give both paige and kayla technical fouls for unsportsman-like conduct.
paige freezes the second she hears the refsâ call before walking away from you and kayla frustratedly. you stalk after her, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed at her sudden outburst.
âpaige, what the hell was that? what happened to not letting them get to us?â you ask as she plops down into a chair on the sidelines, head in her hands. she shakes her head, not responding to you, âpaige??â
âiâm sick of their shit, y/n,â she says after taking a deep breath and lifting her head to look at you, âtheyâve been acting like this the whole game. i tried to hold back but this one is on them.â
âi know theyâve been acting up, but that doesnât mean you step in and get a technical!â you practically yell at her. everyoneâs emotions were complicated at the moment, and you were letting yours get the better of you, âyou canât do that paige!â
âbut iâd do it again!â she yells back, standing up to be face-to-face with you, âfor you, iâd do it again because guess what? you donât deserve this shit. iâm perfectly fine with getting a tech because they were speaking on your name. i wasnât gonna let that slide.â
there was less than a foot of distance between you two. both of your chests were heaving as you got into a bit of a screaming match. the refs were still replaying and discussing the recent altercation, trying to determine the intensity and consequences warranted.
âfuck, paige,â you sigh as you run a hand over your face, âyou canât put your career on the line like that for me. i wonât be the reason your future is ruined.â
âwhat are you not understanding, y/n? i donât care about all that right now. all i care about is you. are you telling me that you wouldnât do the same for me?â
your expression is straight as you remain silent, knowing damn well that you would go to hell and back for this girl.
"thatâs what i thought. so please donât give me anymore shit for this and go win this game.â
after a few seconds of intense eye contact and you processing her words, you mirror her priceless smirk.
âyouâre impossible,â you breathe out and shake your head before making your way back to the court, but not before paige lands a quick slap to your ass.
âlike clockwork, ma, like clockwork!â she yells at you with a smile.
â leilani signing off ! đ
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hate the way you smile
pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, comedy, e2l + childhood enemies??
w/c: 4.7k
summary: from the second you met theodore nott you knew that your life would be torturous and that the boy would never leave you alone but maybe forever isn't so bad with theodore nott.
warnings: none just a lot of bickering
a/n: omg this one is a bit long but i finished it!
From the moment that you met Theodore Nott at the bright age of five you knew you would hate him forever. Maybe it was the way he would sneer at you with distaste or the way he would mock you for being a big crybaby whenever he took your toys. All you knew was that you simply loathed his presence.
Your families had been friends and they had initially thought that you and Theo would get along since you were both the same age. What they didnât expect was the young boy to rip the heads of your dolls and proceed to mock you for crying your heart out. Yet even with all of your constant bickering your families still met up every holiday, bringing the demon child with them to torment your life.
Since that day your childhood was filled with cruel laughter and the mischievous eyes that would watch wherever you went. At age seven, Theodore Nott found it appropriate to fill your bathtub with toads causing you to shriek out in terror when you opened the bathroom door, and him, to run away with glee at your horrified face. At age nine, he thought it wouldâve been funny to surprise you by dumping a bucket load of pumpkin juice all over you and he cackled at your expected screams of anger. What he didnât expect was for you to retaliate by smashing a tray of cauldron cakes into his face.Â
Needless to say the war between you two started way back then and it had continued, the only difference being that now you both were more mature and civilised and there was no room for childish pranks.
âSuck my cock you mangled prat, I hope you trip and fall to your death you insignificant shit goblin!âÂ
At least so you thought.
You made a move and lunged for Theodore Nottâs throat as anger flared in your eyes. No one paid mind to the scene that was unfolding before them afterall it was a common occurrence for the last six years.Â
âYou enchanted my hair green!â You shrieked as you shook the brunette violently. âAre you out of your mind Nott? I thought we agreed we wouldnât mess with each otherâs appearances, what happened to that?âÂ
Theodore simply smirked and you felt your fury bubble inside you. He tilted his head to the right and acted as if he was actually pondering your question. If you could you would have been breathing flames as you felt yourself grow more livid as every second went by.Â
âHmmâŚI like your hair L/n, really suits the whole vibe youâre going for, don't you think bella?â Theo flashed you a wicked grin as he reached out to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers. You slapped his hand away.
âAnd what vibe am I going for Nott? Please enlighten me since you apparently are the one making decisions for me.â
You shouldâve just walked away. You really shouldâve just cursed him out and gone to Madam Pomfrey for some sort of remedy instead of staying and entertaining whatever shit-faced idea he had come up with. The moment you saw the smug smirk that spread across his face and the dangerous twinkle in his eyes you knew he was going to spew some absolute bullshit. And you were right.
âWell obviously itâs a statement declaring that youâre mine, why else would you dye your hair to match my house?â The Slythering feigned disbelief, clutching his hands to his chest innocently. âBut Salazar, I didnât know you would be so bold about your feelings towards me bella.â
You felt heat rise and settle on your cheeks as you tried to come up with a colourful comeback to wipe the stupid smirk off his face but the words die in your throat. It was against your will but you could feel your face growing hotter as he continued to stare at you with that flirty glint in his eyes. Your brain spluttered to a stop and you scrambled desperately for something to say.
âFuck you Nott.â You seethed before storming away with your hands balled into fists. You could hear the whispers of students and you could feel their stares as you stomped to the infirmary, determined to find some way to get your hair back to normal.Â
Theodore Nott was the biggest pain in the arse you knew and he had never stopped being one. You still remembered when you had received your letter to Hogwarts and he had scoffed at the sight asking why Hogwarts would want a half-wit like you. Needless to say your parents werenât surprised at the cries that erupted a second later from both you and him.
Throughout your years the two of you had become known for the obvious tension and pure hatred you harboured for each other though it did seem to lean on your side a bit more than it did to his. It had been the same for the first three years, bickering, pranks and whatnot. Then fourth year came and the scrawny boy you once knew had magically grown much taller and his face had lost a lot of the baby fat it once had. All at once Theodore Nott became one of the most sought after boys in Hogwarts and it only made you loathe him more. It made his ego triple in size and it made him much more flirty towards everyone but you seemed to be his number one target. All you wanted to do was to take your wand and puncture that bloated head of his.
Though his appearance changed he still was the boy you knew since you were a child and whenever he smiled you could see the same boyish grin he had way back when he was five. He had always been the same but now he just had a much more pretty face to disguise the fact he was a blithering idiot.
Theo watched as you stormed off, his smile never once leaving his face. He loved to mess with you purely to see the visceral anger that radiated off you every single time. The way you would try to stare him down but the action proved useless as he was much taller allowing him to simply look down smugly. It amused him to see how your reactions never changed.Â
Ever since you were five you held the same expressions: whenever you were mildly irritated by him you would chew on your bottom lip, whenever you were pissed your eyes would double in size and youâd look like a fire-breathing dragon, and whenever he made you upset you would stare blankly without a word. Heâd only ever made you truly upset once and when seeing your face he knew he would never do it again because even if the two of you bickered and fought he would never hurt you.
âSometimes I think youâre secretly dating because you should see the way youâre daydreaming hopelessly while staring at L/nâs retreating figure Nott, you look like a bloody imbecile.â Draco slapped Theoâs back startling him out of his own thoughts. He scoffed after realising what his friend was implying.
âOh Salazarâs balls I think Iâm going to regurgitate my breakfast. Youâve gone insane if you even think for a second thereâs a chance I fancy that creature.â
Laughter erupted from his friends and they continued to mock and tease him obviously not being mature enough to handle the situation with grace.
âI would rather shag the giant squid than date L/n and Iâm sure the feeling is mutual.â
Mattheo hummed to himself and smirked. He placed his arm on Theoâs shoulder. âWell then can I ask her out? Sheâs real hot and I think sheâd be interested.â
âL/n might be stupid Riddle but she wouldnât ever go out with you or even give you the time of day. So donât even think about doing it.â And with that he left and his friends exchanged knowing glances before bursting into another fit of laughter at their friendâs own obliviousness.
//
This was so not your day.Â
Never in your life had you forgotten to hand in homework yet one silly slip up had cost you to spend your free afternoon in detention. It wasnât your fault you had mixed up the dates on when the transfiguration homework was due.Â
You begrudgingly opened the classroom doors, finding a seat to sit down for the next hour. At least you were able to catch up on some other classes while you were in detention otherwise you thought you wouldâve gone mad. You looked around the classroom save for Professor McGonagall who had already greeted you when you walked in there was no one else there.Â
It hadnât even been a minute when the doors burst open to reveal a very tall and very smug Slytherin.
âMr Nott, glad for you to join us, find a seat please.â
Theo's grin faltered as his eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of confusion dancing across his features before it was swiftly replaced by his trademark smirk. He made his way toward you, closing the distance until there were mere centimetres separating you from him.
âNow L/n, Nott, I have important business to tend to so I assume the both of you are mature enough to sit through this detention. I hope that I donât hear about any incidents when I am gone.â
It was as if your nightmare had all of a sudden come to life as you watched McGonagall leave the classroom. You tried to protest but it fell upon deaf ears as the professor had already left the room, leaving you stuck with your nemesis.
You whipped your head to face the brunette, irritation flashing in your eyes. Why had he chosen to sit next to you when there were plenty of other seats available? The classroom was far from crowded, yet here he was, invading your personal space with his mere presence
âWhy are you sitting next to me Nott?â
âWhy canât I? Do you happen to own every seat in this classroom?â He teased. âI didnât think you did, so Iâm going to sit where I want.â
You grumbled under your breath at his stubbornness, getting up to pack your things. âFine, but then Iâm moving.â
Before you could make your move, Theo reached out and grabbed your arm. âHey slow down, I have a perfect seat right here.â Your irritation flared at his audacity, and you shot him a scathing glare as he gestured to his lap with a smug smirk. âWhy donât you-â
âNott, if you seriously propose that I sit in your lap I will hex you to oblivion.â
âOkay!â Theo held his hands up in mock surrender, his expression feigning innocence as he cocked his head to the side, the smirk never once leaving his face. âStay here, I wonât bother you, I swear.â
You eyed him cautiously, your scepticism evident. You weighed the options before you reluctantly sat back down. âFine.â
A quiet hush befell the classroom and all that could be heard was the scratching of quills on parchment. That is until you were interrupted by a persistent poking sensation that disrupted your concentration, each jab of the quill more annoying than the last. You clenched your jaw as you tried to ignore Theo but you knew he wouldnât stop until you gave him attention and there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of reacting. So he continued to poke and poke and poke.Â
His incessant poking finally pushed you over the edge, prompting a sharp hiss of irritation from your lips. "What?" You snapped, unable to contain your frustration any longer.
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
If there was a competition for incompetence Theodore Nott would sure have won first place.
âDetention obviously.â
âOh you know what I meant, why are you in detention? Did you do something stupid? Wait, you do that all the time I forgot.â You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to roll them right out of your skull. "Tell me, bella," He continued, his voice laced with faux innocence. "I don't bite."
âForgot my homework.â You reluctantly mumbled under your breath, feeling all too claustrophobic at how close he was to you. âNot that big of a deal.â
âOh but it is.â
âWhat does that even mean, Nott?â Your eyes narrowed. Theoâs face twisted into a playful smirk and he was so close that you could practically hear his heart beating.
He chuckled, undeterred by your hostility. "But it's not like you to forget your homework," He teased, leaning in closer. "There must be something distracting you. Perhaps... thoughts of me?"
As if on instinct your hands reached out to push the unbearable boy away from you and you immediately got up at his incredulous words. You saw the way laughter bubbled and slipped from his lips, mocking you which only added more fuel to the evergrowing fire.
"In your dreams, Nott," You retorted, your voice laced with venom as you rose from your seat, your movements quick and determined. "I would sooner volunteer for a Dementor's kiss than waste a single thought on you."
Theoâs smirk only widened and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual," He quipped, his voice dripping with amusement as he rested his chin on his palms, his gaze never wavering from yours.
You huffed out an angry breath before picking your stuff up and stalking to the opposite end of the classroom. Luckily, he didnât follow and you were left in peace for the rest of the detention.
//
It had been a week and a half since your detention yet Theodore Nott hadnât approached you once since. In fact, you hadnât seen him around school a lot, not that you were paying attention of course. It was just weird. Usually his face would pop up in front of you multiple times a day yet he was nowhere to be found. You had even lingered around the Slytherin table at lunch to see if he would show up but he never did.Â
There was this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Even though you did despise Theo you had known him since he was a kid and he never was one to skip lessons much less disappear for over a week. Even his Slytherin friends didnât know where he went.
That is until today. The moment you had walked into the dungeons ready for your Potions lesson you spotted him. There was a part of you that hoped you would see him today, after all he was your Potions partner. But there was something wrong. His face looked gaunt, pale, sapped of life and his eyes were merely blank as he sat unmoving. His usual demeanour was replaced with one of hollow emptiness.
âWhere have you been Nott?â No response. You frowned as you looked at him, he seemed to not even hear you. âNott? Have you suddenly become deaf?â
âItâs none of your business.â He snapped voice obviously laced with malice as the words cut through the air. The sharpness of his tone caught you off guard, a twinge of hurt gnawing at the edges of your consciousness despite the fact you both had said worse to each other.
You chose to ignore the fact that Theo was obviously in a sour mood and sat down beside him, unpacking your things. There was nothing special about the lesson, nothing that you needed to particularly pay attention to. Not that you did since you were too focused on trying to figure out what was wrong with your partner. Theo didnât look okay, not in the slightest. He seemed exhausted and his sluggish movements proved you correct as he diced the various ingredients.Â
You were in the middle of stirring the cauldron when Theo dropped a dandelion root in the mixture causing it to bubble and spit. The concoction spilled onto your hand and you shrieked at the sudden burning sensation that seemed to consume your hand in flames. The sensation is unbearable, a sharp, burning agony that seems to penetrate deep into your very bones. By now the whole class had stopped to look at you not fully registering what had happened. You turned to Theo, tears threatening to fall from your eyes at the pain but he stood there frozen, an expression you couldnât decipher on his face.
âTheo-â
"Fucking hell, L/n." He spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Would it kill you to not be such a clumsy moron? You could've hurt me as well. How can you even call yourself a witch?"
His words were sharp and spiteful. Through the many years of knowing Theodore Nott he had never blamed you for something he did. He might have been an incorrigible prick but he would still apologise if he had ever hurt you genuinely. But as you looked at him you couldnât recognise the cold harsh look he gave you and you bit back your tears. You wouldnât cry in front of him.Â
Despite the fact your hand was in pain you felt something tighten around your chest and it made the air around you feel thick as if you couldnât breathe. You stood up angrily, opening your mouth to snap back but your vision starts to fade, black spots invade your senses and that was the last thing you remember before you tumbled to the floor.
You woke up a few hours later as you felt the sun shine on your face. You blinked, disorientated, as you tried to get used to your surroundings. The familiar walls of the infirmary materialised and you felt some ease at knowing where you were. Confusion still gnawed at your mind as you struggled to piece together what had happened. How had you ended up in the infirmary? And why did everything feel so hazy, as if viewed through a foggy lens?Â
Your gaze drifted to your hand, the source of the searing pain. And there, wrapped in a pristine white bandage, lay the answer to at least one of your questions. The memory flooded back in fragments, disjointed and incomplete.
Theo's careless mistake, the scalding mixture splattering across your skin, the sharp cry of pain that had torn through the air, all of it came rushing back with startling clarity.
âMiss L/n youâre awake!â Madam Pomfreyâs voice cut through your thoughts and you saw the woman make her way towards you hurriedly. âThat was a terrible burn you had, lucky I had some burn-healing paste on me otherwise you would have had an ugly scar.â
You were still a bit dazed, trying to piece together how you even managed to make your way here. You distinctively remembered collapsing to the floor but that was where your memory stopped and it refused to give you any more.
âSorry Madam Pomfrey but do you know how I got here? I really canât seem to remember.â
âOh dear.â The nurse frowned at your condition. âMr Nott brought you here. Heâs been here the whole afternoon. He's only just popped to dinner. I'm sure heâll be back. Merlin, the boy did look worried.â
You resisted the urge to scoff at her words. Theodore Nott, worried. Not a chance. He probably only brought you here because Slughorn insisted, and he couldn't risk getting on the professor's bad side. No, you highly doubted he cared about what had happened to you.
The memory of his harsh words repeated in your head like an echo that refused to go away, a reminder of his indifference to your situation. And yet, despite your efforts to brush it off, a bitter laugh escaped your lips. Why were you even upset? After all, the two of you were experts at hurling mean insults at each other. It was practically a pastime.Â
Rather you should have been mad at the fact he was the one who caused you to get this injury anyway. If it wasnât for his stupid mistake you wouldnât be in this predicament. Then again, you remembered his movements, how his usual nimble fingers were fumbling the ingredients, how he stared at the pages of his book as though they were in a foreign language. Something wasnât right.
âYouâre awake.â
The words startled you and you spotted the Slytherin boy approaching your bed as his face held the same blank expression as before. He sat down beside you and your eyes narrowed. You shuffled away, not wanting to be near him.
âIâm sorry.â He murmured quietly and the words caught you off guard. âThese past few days just havenât been the best and-â
âThatâs your excuse?â You bristled at his pathetic apology, hoping that you had misheard what he had said. âYou mess up our potion resulting in me getting hurt and then hurl insults my way trying to blame me for what happened. And you think simply saying âIâm sorryâ is enough? Using the excuse of having a few bad days as your way out?â
He stayed silent allowing you to continue.
âTheodore Nott, you always were an idiot.â You spat, the words tinged with disappointment. âBut I never expected you to be such a heartless prick.â
As the final syllable fell from your lips, a heavy silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the shallow rise and fall of your breath. You held Theoâs gaze and as you studied him you noticed something you had failed to notice before. The dark circles that marred the skin beneath his eyes, the redness that rimmed their edges. The weariness that had been etched into his features.Â
âI went home.â He finally said, breaking the silence with his words. âFather sent a letter saying it was urgent, that I needed to return home at once.â
You felt yourself deflate and your gaze softened. Theo and his father had never been on the best terms and ever since his mother died they drifted apart even more. Suddenly his attitude made sense and you felt the guilt seep into your senses.
âTurns out his urgent matter was that he found himself another potential wife. Some poor woman to endure his torture and he wanted to happily announce it to his son. He burnt all of my motherâs belongings and if I hadnât stopped him he wouldâve gotten rid of her grave as well.â Theo scoffed bitterly and you saw the way he was trying to stop the tears from falling. âThat bastard calls himself my father but not once in his life has he ever cared about me.â
A heavy silence enveloped the both of you as you sat not uttering a word. You knew that he had always struggled with the strained relationship with his family. The death of his mother had resulted in Theo being distraught for weeks as he relived the nightmare whenever he closed his eyes.Â
âIâm not going back there. Iâm never setting foot in that house ever again.â
You placed your hand on his shoulder as you tried to offer some sort of comfort. His eyes locked with yours and you saw how his tears glistened as they fell silently. You felt ropes tighten around your heart and you squeezed his shoulder gently. It had been a long time since you saw Theodore Nott cry. It was a rare sight but that was what made it that much more painful.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât know.â You whispered. âI honestlyâŚIâm so sorry Theo. He really doesnât deserve a son like you. Youâre incredible, you know that? You might be irritating and loud and downright infuriating at times but he doesnât deserve you because youâre amazing Theodore Nott. And, Merlin, if Iâm saying that then it must mean a lot because we both know my word is golden.â
You offered him a small smile and your heart warms when you see one tug at his lips too. He looked away for a second and you saw his eyes land on your bandaged hand and he winced.
âI really am sorry for messing up our potion. I didnât mean what I said, youâre a brilliant witch Y/n, you always have been. I was just being a prat, Iâm really sorry.â
âItâs fine, itâs honestly nothing bad. My hand will probably already be back to normal, I heal quickly you know.â You paused as your smile faltered and you chose your next words carefully. âIfâŚif you donât want to return to your house, you can always go to someone else's.â
Theo chuckled as he shook his head. âNo one is going to accept me into their house without turning me into my father.â
âI will.âÂ
Silence. Theo looked at you, confusion clear on his face but your gaze was strong and he could tell you had meant what you had said. You felt yourself flush at his stare and you realised your hand was still on his shoulder and you quickly removed it.
âAccept you into my house I mean. My parents love you and you know they havenât been on good terms with your father ever since what happened. We would be more than willing to take you in.â You watched as his face contorted into expressions that you couldnât formulate. âThat is if you promise not to fill my bathtub with toads again.â
Laughter fell from his lips, cascading like a melody. He lifted his hands to wipe away his tears that had been streaking down his face. His eyes no longer held the blank emotionless look but rather a certain warmth that you had missed seeing. Your grin widened upon hearing the sound and you found yourself joining in.
âAt least you look pretty-â
Your words were cut off abruptly as Theo leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a sudden and unexpected kiss. You froze, unable to comprehend what exactly was happening as disbelief rippled through your body. His hands found their way at the back of your neck and you feel his thumb caress your cheek tenderly. You were still in shock when he pulled away and the last few words of the sentence you were about to say tumbled out of your mouth.
â-when you cryâŚâ
You blinked as your mind tried to grapple at what had just happened. Theodore Nott had just kissed you. Theodore Nott, the boy you had despised since you were five, had just kissed you. He kissed you. KissedâŚyou. Immediately, your body erupted into flames and you felt your face flush hot at how close the both of you were.
âYour body temperature has risen extremely quickly.â Theo teased and you felt yourself grow even hotter.
âShut it.â
âLike youâre actually a human radiator.â He continued undeterred by your glare.
âNott if you donât want to lose your head I would advise you to shut up.â
Theo grinned and you felt your heart stutter at the sight. âOh so now Iâm back to being Nott? What happened to Theo?â He said his name in a high pitched croon in an attempt to mock your voice and you smacked the backside of his head which only encouraged his laughter.
âYouâre actually going to be the death of me.â You groaned as you slumped back down the bed, pulling the covers over your face as a feeble attempt to hide yourself from the pretty Slytherin.
Theo poked your arm and you peeked out to find him staring at you with a bright grin on his face.Â
"Don't worry." He reassured you, his voice light and teasing. "I'll make sure to stay by your side forever and ever, like a blood-sucking parasite."
âHow romantic.â You drawled as you rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a facade of annoyance as you retreated under the covers once more.
âArenât I just?âÂ
You ignored Theoâs playful whines for you to let him see your face. Your heart threatened to break out of your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. But even so, you were unable to stop the grin that spread across your face. Maybe, just maybe, forever wouldn't be so bad with Theodore Nott by your side.
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life & death
pairing: agathario x reader
summary/request: the oldest deities, life and death, fall in love with a human but everything falls apart when her child dies. centuries later, you meet your past lovers on the witches' road.
content: angst without a happy ending, mention of death, crying, agatha being angry and hurt.
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You have been around since the start of life and since then, you have only managed to fall in love with two witches.
One of the witches was your complete opposite and not in a personality or aesthetic way, but in a way that she took life whilst you gave life. She was Death and you were Life. You would think that Death and Life would not be able to stand each other, but you craved each other.
For a very, very long time, she and you were each other's only lovers. Until you met Agatha Harkness. It was unbelievable that two of the oldest deities fell in love with a human, but it had happened.
Alas, it fell apart.
You had breathed life into the child growing in Agatha's stomach and all was good. His heartbeat was strong and you could feel his life churning through his body. Then, you felt nothing.
For the first time in existence, Life had fought Death.
It was wrong. It went against the natural order of life and death. But you could not bear to watch Death take away one of your most precious creations.
So, the boy lived for six years.
When Death came back for a second time, you couldn't fight her. It broke both of your hearts to watch Agatha cry and beg.
But even love cannot stop the natural order.
Once he was taken by Death, your relationship with the witches' was killed.
There was deep hatred in Agatha's heart for Life and Death. She hated how you did not keep the life in him and she hated how Death took the life. After that, everyone went their separate ways. The only connection you had with Death was feeling her take the life from your creations.
But centuries later, you met your lovers on The Witches' Road.
A grin was plastered across Rio's face as Agatha clawed at her and screamed in anguish.
"I hate you!" Agatha practically growled.
Rio turned to you with a dramatic surprised look on her face. "Do you hear that, my love? Agatha hates me! That's news I haven't heard before."
You stared at her, unsure of how to reply. Rio had always been the more sarcastic and cruel one, but her sarcasm seemed too cruel.
Agatha grunted, turned away and walked hastily down the Road.
Her coven glanced between the three of you with a look of confusion on their face.
You sighed. This was going to be horrible.
And so it was.
Rio continued to make comments towards Agatha, which only angered her. There were a few times you thought Agatha was going to slap her across the face.
You hadn't said much. Being Life, you preferred to watch people interact. You have done your job by breathing life into them, and now you can watch them use that life to their own liking.
It was as you all sat around a campfire you found yourself talking.
"I have a scar." Rio abruptly spoke.
Agatha laughed. "No, you don't."
Yes, I do." She insisted, glancing over at you and locked eyes. You shifted awkwardly under her gaze.
"A long time ago, Y/n and I had to do something we really didn't want to do, but it was my job and I had to do it."
Agatha stiffened.
"And in the process, we deeply hurt someone who we both love." You continued as you understood who she was talking about.
"And she is my scar," Rio concluded.
You wanted to say more, but Agatha stood and muttered something about needing fresh air. Naturally, Rio and you followed her.
Agatha stood in the middle of a deeper part of the forest. Now, that you were further away from the coven, you could feel how strong her life was and that made you smile.
You brushed your hand against Agatha's arm but she pulled away. "Don't."
"Agatha, you know we couldn't control it."
Wrong words. There were unshed tears in Agatha's eyes and her brow furrowed. You watched as pure anger filled her eyes before sadness washed over.
"Couldn't control it?" Her voice wavered with emotion. "You are Life and she is Death. What the hell do you mean you couldn't control it?"
She dug her finger accusingly into your chest.
Rio grabbed her finger and stepped into her personal space. Agatha tried to pull away but Rio kept a tight grip on her.
"I understand you are angry, but-"
"Angry? Are you fucking serious, right now?" Agatha made a noise of disbelief. "I feel furious, hurt, abandoned, heartbroken, and lost. You both took my boy away from me and expect me to just be angry? You are unbelievable."
You swallowed roughly. You had imagined this exact situation millions of times in your head, but now that it was actually happening, you didn't know how to react.
"Agatha, I loved Nicky dearly and taking his soul was the last thing I wanted to do. I gave you something that has never been given in all existence because I love you and him." Rio spoke calmly and sincerely, completely different from how she spoke sarcastically earlier.
"If you really loved me, you wouldn't have taken his life away." Her eyes flicked over to you. "And if you really loved me, you would've kept feeding him life."
"You're both monsters."
Those words stung. You bit your lip and held back tears from forming in your eyes. You didn't want to cry, not in front of them.
Being Life, you weren't used to being called cruel names. People praised and worshipped you. But being called such a cruel name by a person you loved broke your heart.
Agatha scoffed at the silence and walked back to the coven, leaving Rio and you alone.
Rio didn't seem as bothered by Agatha's words. Being Death, she was constantly called cruel names, therefore, she was used to it.
"It's okay to cry."
"I'm not going to cry." Your voice broke with emotion as you said that.
Rio sighed, pulling you into her embrace. You buried your face in the crook of her neck and you cried softly.
"Why can't she understand that we couldn't stop it?"
"Nobody will ever understand it. Humans think life and death are simple but don't realise how complicated it is."
Rio kissed your neck before pulling your face out of her neck and cupping it lovingly. She wiped your tears away with her thumb and sadly smiled.
It broke her heart that you were upset.
"I miss her." You sniffled. "I miss us."
Rio's brows furrowed and she wiped her own tears away. "I know."
You wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed her softly. Your heart fluttered and you relaxed in her hold. Kissing Rio was one of the most magical feelings.
When you broke apart, you rested your forehead against hers.
"Do you think she will ever forgive us?"
"No, I don't," Rio answered honestly.
You sniffled. Her answer broke you but it was the truth.
No matter what, Agatha would never forgive you for what you did. You will always be considered a monster to her.
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