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mcd!aphmau may be an incredibly good person and a massive pacifist with more wisdom than anger but. i think she should be allowed to tell people to eat shit and fuck off. youâd have to push her pretty far to get her to do it but she should still tell people to eat shit and fuck off. i think sheâs more annoyed with people than she shows
In my mind, MCD!Aphmau and Zane have a very special unique relationship in that Zane is the only person on earth that Aphmau hates more than anything. Like, this is a woman born from the mercy of Christ. And she fucking hates his guts so bad. Heâs done far too much damage to everyone sheâs loved for her to ever see him as more than pure evil. She is a woman of redemption and even i think she would see a Zane redemption arc as utterly impossible to ever achieve. She has a âkill on sightâ policy that ONLY applies to him and NO ONE ELSE. Her and Zane could go back and forth bickering and telling each other âfuck youâ over and over again. Even Shad earns more sympathy and mercy and empathetic understanding from Aphmau than Zane does. Aphmau would sooner befriend The Shadow Lord himself than EVER side with Zane.
And on Zaneâs side of things, Aphmau is special because no one has ever thwarted him as much as her. He absolutely underestimated her at the beginning, thinking sheâs just some random peasant girl in a shitty old town that no oneâs ever heard of. And then she turns out to be his enemy nm. 1. The arch nemesis. I very much picture their dynamic in my head as a constant chess match going on between Zane and Aphmau. Zane is normally the king of chess, he gets everything he wants and the whole world cowers before him, but Aphmau has never cowered before in her life and she is most certainly not going to start now. She doesnât quit. He can back her into a corner, he can take away her loved ones, he can put her in impossible dilemmas and threaten the lives of everyone she cares about with certain doom, all scenarios that would normally crush the average opponent and get them to cave under their own fear and beg him for mercy. But Aphmau doesnât. She keeps fucking going and she never stops, she just canât be held down, no matter what he tries. And in the end, he loses. They end up in the Irene dimension and he loses.
Thereâs something to be said that the High Priest of the Church of Ireneâs worst nemesis is Irene herself. The very woman heâs supposed to worship with utter devotion, but once he actually meets the object of his religious faith, he REFUSES TO. He HATES her. He has met his own God and has decided heâd rather punch her square in the face than pledge himself to her. No one hates Aphmau more than Zane, and no one hates Zane more than Aphmau.
anyway i think she would tell him to fuck off and die all of the time and heâd tell her right back at you bitch
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Ex-husband!Gojo who doesnât understand that the parents (mostly the moms who try to hide behind their giant sunglasses) at Mioâs soccer games talk, and he chooses today to pull you into his lap. Several sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your four-year-old daughter run in the wrong direction across the field because she got distracted by a butterfly.
He doesnât hear what they talk aboutâarenât they divorced? Iâve never seen anyone divorced act like thatâor (worse) when they try to be subtle about their probing into Satoruâs dating life while you stand there with a stilted smile plastered onto your face.Â
(More than likely, heâs listened to every word and doesnât give it the same amount of thought or care as you do.)
âGojo,â you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. âI have my own chair.â
âCan you still call me that if itâs your name too?â
A huff. âGo bother somebody elseââ
âShh,â he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. âYouâre missing the game. Mioâs finally found her way back onto the field again.â
âBut everyoneâs staring at us.â You catch the eye of a mother tearing into a pack of fruit snacks.
âSo? Let them stare.â
Everyone starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her little body ducking between the taller kids.Â
âThatâs my girl!â Gojo shouts over the other parents.   Â
And then Mio kicks the ball intoâÂ
The wrong goal.
âMaybe we should have let her join t-ball,â you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter starts doing not-quite cartwheels in the middle of the field.
Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless now that the weather is warmer.
The plate in your hands has a few scuffs, half of a cartoon characterâs face scrubbed off to oblivion that Mio will have something to say about later. Doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where heâs mowing the lawn because the window is right there, above the sink, to tempt you.
Itâs difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those stupid gray cotton shorts (that you know he picked out with the sole purpose of torturing you) sit dangerously low on his hipsâÂ
He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips. The blood rushing to your brain, that must be what makes you give a sudsy wave and cause heat to creep into your middle.
Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while youâre putting away laundry one afternoon, and unsurprisingly shirtless as he crowds you against the dresser. Front to back. His mouth at your ear.
That steady resolve you pride yourself in crumbles at your feet, and you swallow the tiny, helpless sound working its way up your throat. A slippery thing that slips out. âSatoruâŚâ
âYou know, these little shorts were always my favorite,â he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband.
âWere they?â
âDonât you remember? Couldnât get them out of the way fast enough.â
Your mouth is dry, something playing in a loop in the back of your brain. Early morning, breakfast cooling on the stove, crumbs stuck to your cheek, these shorts dangling off the leg propped up on the counterâ
âWhereâs Mio?â
A kiss to your nape, a knowing smile. âTaking a nap.â
Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed.Â
âSatoru, weâwe canât keep doing thisââ
Your words trail off into a moan when he slaps your clit with the leaky tip of his cock, and wet sounds echo in the room.
âYeah? Go on, baby,â he tells you, slowly splitting you open, stuffing you full, two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly into place like it should be (how itâs always been). âTell me some more why we canât keep doing this.âÂ
You canât, not with how heâs filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he hooks two thick fingers into your mouth because youâre getting too loud, pinning you against the bed with your cheek buried into your pillow, every sound choking into nothing.
You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.
âChrist, look at you,â he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. âFucking look at you. You needed this, didnât you?â
Ex-husband!Gojo who presses what leaks out back inside you with his thumb after he pulls out, wet and sticky circles between your legs until you fall apart again with a soft cry. His thumb is there again, at your entrance, pushing and stopping like a plug, muttering something under his breath that sounds like, âCanât waste it.âÂ
And quieter, âMaybe itâll take.â
(Who knows?
Maybe it will. Worse things have happened.)
Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. Itâs more about the fact that youâve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night.
(How it was probably always going to come back to this.)Â
That your wedding ring doesnât sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isnât tucked away in his wallet. That you donât feel guilty when you think about saying I love you or wishing heâd stay longerâ
âDaddy, you gonna lose,â Mio tells Satoru as Mario Kart appears on the screen.
âWeâll see,â he laughs, tugging on one of her pigtails until sheâs giggling and swatting his hand away.
You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile you share with Satoru over your daughterâs head.
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ââ PAIRING : Damian Wayne x Fem Reader Part 3
ââ HEADCANON : Your relationship with Damian was good. But he decided that it was time for you to meet his family...
ââ NOTES : Reader is Dick's ex. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
Damian sat at the grand dining table, surrounded by his family, each of them indulging in the rare moment of peace that only the Wayne family could afford. Bruce, as always, was silently observing his children while Jason, still in his worn leather jacket, slouched in his chair, seemingly bored by the usual family gathering.
âNext week,â Damian finally said, breaking the silence in his usual cool tone.
Everyone turned their attention to him, and Bruce raised an eyebrow, sensing something was coming.
âIâll be inviting my future wife to dinner,â Damian continued, his voice steady, but with a flicker of something almost smug in his eyes. âSheâll be here next Wednesday.â
The rest of the family went silent for a moment, their gazes flicking to each other. Alfred raised an eyebrow, and Jason blinked in surprise.
"Wait, what?" Jason half-laughed, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're finally letting go of your stupid obsession, huh? You found someone who's not going to make you brood in the corner for hours?"
Damianâs eyes narrowed as his hand clenched around the edge of the table. Jason had been poking fun at him for years, always teasing him about his quiet obsession with you, the one person Damian had never let go of, even after years.
"Iâm not obsessed," Damian muttered, glaring at his older brother. "You wouldn't understand."
Jason smirked. "Yeah, well, color me surprised. I didn't think you'd ever let another woman near you."
Damian only shot him another sharp look before getting up from the table, his cloak swirling behind him as he made his way to you. Jason's comment had struck a nerve, but he wasn't about to let anyone know it. Not yet.
When Damian found you later that evening, he was already planning the next steps in his mission to make you hisâofficially this time. You were in your apartment, tending to the plants you loved, when he knocked on your door. Without waiting for an invitation, he entered, his presence suddenly filling the room.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked, raising an eyebrow, already sensing something was off.
Damianâs lips curled into a small, unreadable smile. âI need to talk to you about something,â he said, crossing the room toward you. âNext week, Iâm having dinner with my family. Youâll be joining us.â
Your eyes narrowed. âIâm not having dinner with your family.â
He raised an eyebrow. âI think you will.â
âDamian,â you practically barked, âNo! I'm not doing this. Iâm Dickâs ex. Thereâs no way Iâm going to walk into your family dinner while heâs sitting there. No way."
Damian remained unfazed, his smile remaining in place, though a glint of amusement appeared in his eyes as he watched you argue.
âYouâre not listening beloved,â he said calmly. He had grown taller than you in the years since, taller than Dick now, a fact he didnât fail to take advantage of. As you continued to protest, he reached forward, gently placing one hand on your waist.
âIâm not asking you. Iâm telling you,â Damian said, his voice soft but firm. His fingers tightened ever so slightly as he pulled you closer, not letting you escape from his grasp.
Your protests faltered when his lips descended on yours. You punched his chest half-heartedly, but it was no useâhe wasnât letting go. Slowly, you gave in, closing your eyes as the kiss deepened.
When he pulled away, his expression softened, though his tone remained authoritative. âYouâre going to wear something pretty,â he murmured, his eyes scanning your face with a look that could melt anyone. âYouâll be beautiful, and youâll do as I say. Understand?â
Your lips parted, still slightly breathless from the kiss, but you were too stubborn to admit it. âYou canât justââ
âYes, I can,â he interrupted. âI will pick the dress. Donât argue with me.â
The day of dinner came, and as much as you wanted to fight Damianâs demands, a small part of you knew you couldnât. You dressed carefully, though the idea of stepping into the Wayne familyâs world again filled you with a strange unease. Still, you found yourself in the dress Damian had pickedâa gorgeous emerald dress that fit you in all the right places.
As you adjusted the zipper, a soft knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Damian entered, looking every bit the heir to the Wayne legacyâsuit sharp, hair perfectly in place, and that confident smirk you were starting to despise⌠and like.
âLet me,â he said softly, stepping behind you. You barely had time to process his words before his hand was at your back, gently pulling the zipper up. You stood still, feeling the heat rise to your face as he leaned closer, pressing his lips to your shoulder. His breath was warm against your skin as he kissed his way up to your neck.
âYou look beautiful beloved,â he murmured, his lips brushing your skin. He turned your face toward him, his gaze softening as he kissed your eyelid. He met your gaze with an unsettling intensity.
He kissed your neck softly, his lips leaving a trail that made your heart flutter in ways you didnât want to admit. âYouâve always been beautiful.â
You blinked, trying to hide the heat in your face, but it was hard when he was so close, his lips barely grazing your skin with every word. âDamian, please,â you whispered, but you werenât sure if you were pleading for him to stop or to keep going.
He pulled back slowly, his eyes tracing your features with a satisfied gleam. âWhen we get there, youâre going to smile and behave. Youâre going to look stunning and make them all understand why I picked you.â
He smirked again, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist. âReady?â he asked, his voice low. You barely had time to nod before he led you out of the apartment, his arm wrapped around your waist, the night unfolding before you.
The atmosphere at Wayne Manor was tense the moment you walked in. EveryoneâAlfred, Bruce, and Jasonâturned to look at you, their expressions a mix of surprise and disbelief. Jasonâs jaw dropped first, his eyes wide with realization.
âWait⌠Y/N?â he blurted out, eyes flicking between you and Damian.
You froze, your gaze meeting Dickâs across the room. His face lit up with a mixture of shock and delight.
His face softened, a surprised grin spreading across his face. âY/N?â he asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. âAre you⌠are you back?â
He looked genuinely happy to see you, like he thought this moment would come eventually. But that happiness quickly faltered when he saw the way Damian was looking at you, a possessive gleam in his eyes.
But Damian, standing behind you, didn't give Dick a chance to finish his sentence. His hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he glared at his older brother.
Damianâs smirk was deadly as he placed his hand possessively on the small of your back, guiding you to your seat. âBack?â Damian repeated with a sneer. âWhat do you mean by that Grayson?â
Dick stiffened, the smile fading from his face. Bruce looked between the two, his eyes narrowing. âWhatâs going on here, Damian?â
Damianâs voice was calm, almost smug as he leaned closer to you, his hand still at your back, possessive but gentle. âWhat is so hard to understand? I said I will bring my girlfriend, didn't I?â
The dinner started off awkwardly. Bruce, sensing the tension, tried to steer the conversation in a neutral direction. But it was clear that the elephant in the room was youâand how Damian had finally, and dramatically, claimed you as his.
Just as everyone was simmering in discomfort, Bruce suddenly broke the silence. âSo⌠are you two planning on getting married anytime soon?â he asked, his tone casual, though there was a sharp edge to it.
You blinked at him. âWhat?â
Damian, without skipping a beat, gripped your hand a little tighter and looked at you with that confident, almost predatory gaze. âYes, in the near future.â
The entire room went silent. Jason nearly choked on his water, while Tim looked like he was processing the chaos. Dickâs face went blank, the surprise evident in his eyes.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â you muttered, your mind racing.
Damian just smiled. âNo. Iâm not.â
And the entire Wayne family? They were left in stunned silence.
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⎠tags ; gn! reader, established relationship, fluff, alcohol.

"Shouto,"
"Hm?"
"You're drunk,"
Your boyfriend leans his head on your shoulder and makes a noise in the back of his throat. "A bit."
More than a bit, you think. In actuality, you don't think you've ever seen him this drunk before. He's okay with alcohol, usually - but tends to stay away from drinking too much. You think the last time you saw him get actually drunk at all, you were both twenty and he was barely tipsy then.
He doesn't like getting drunk, he's told you before. A few times. The lack of control and hazy memories make him just slightly anxious, so he's careful around liquor.
You've been dating for years now, and unless he's living some double-life (a different one than being a hero) - you've never seen him get this wasted. Ever. To everyone else in your surroundings, it probably doesn't look that way.
But you've spent enough time to know him, and he's not like this usually. Nowhere near as absent minded he is now, at least. He hasn't been able to sit still since he downed that last bottle of shochu. He went to go play with Bakugou's cat, Momo and you couldn't find him afterwards. You lost sight of him for about half-an-hour until you finally found him in the living room while everyone else was outside, feeding Momo some treat that squeezes from a tube.
(You still don't know where or how he found where Bakugou kept the treats, but you decide it's better you don't ask. Plausible deniability, or something.)
You're both grown-ups, and you're not one to worry about his liquor intake. Still, though - you're worried. Even if it seems like he's not different to everyone else, you can tell. And it's bothering you.
"Shouto," You call out to him, your hands reaching to pet the back of his neck. He's a head taller than you, and a little heavy. Palms smooth against the prickly ends of his hair - tapered and neat. He presses his cheek to your shoulder. "Shouto, love."
"Oh," He says, suddenly remember where he is. He stands up but doesn't back away far enough to give you space. You're in a far off empty corner. Most people are in the backyard but Shouto wanted some air - so you're crowded against a wooden fence and wall with your boyfriend locking you in out by the entrance. He smells nice, you think - clean with a soft touch of aftershave. You look up at him. "Hi,"
"You're drunk," You repeat, watching him blink rapidly - bleary eyes and the faintest line of a smile whenever he glances at you. He's bent over, staring at you hard. "Is something wrong?"
His expression is the same as always. Unchangingly neutral with a strong and uncharacteristic rosiness to it. Your boyfriend is handsome, alarmingly so. You're aware of it constantly, but this new face knocks the air out of your lungs.
He's... pouting you think. But not fully. His lips aren't drawn together, it's subtle like most expressions on him.
But it's...there. You're not imagining it - the soft furrow of his brow, the press of his lips. His expression grows warmer and it only makes you more confused. He shakes it off, all of a sudden, a micro-expression that fades just as quickly as it appears.
"I'm okay."
"Are you?""
He blinks slowly at that. Concern aside, you can't help but think he's cute like this. His ears are pink enough to stick out against his skin, cold air making them flush even darker.
"I'm okay," He says, then looks at you. He sobers up if only for that moment. "Had something on my mind."
"Something you can't tell me?"
"It's supposed to be a secret," He mumbles. He's really drunk. You realize this late. "So I don't know if I can."
"Mm," You reply. You feel like doting on him suddenly, so you do, petting the back of his neck before hugging him a little. "That's okay."
He follows up with a light groan. You've never heard him complain like that, so you laugh. "But I want to tell you."
"I promise I'll keep your secret at least."
He smiles at you more fully that time.
He pauses for a minute, thinking it over. You don't do or say anything in return. A beat passes of you two standing and swaying with silence where Shout to grabs your hands from in front of you. You think he's being affectionate again, wanting to hold them.
He draws your hands to his pocket though. The angle is awkward, makes you bend your wrist on the inside of coat pocket until you feel something hard and square touch your fingers. It's velvet from the material. A box of some kind.
...A box?
Shouto guides your hand again, this time out. When you pull it out, his palm is over yours. It's a jewellery box. You blink a few times, confused. Shouto hasn't let go of your hand.
"I keep missing the timing," He says, hiccuping. The lack of sobriety more clear than ever from the slight slur in his words. "It's been in my pockets for a while."
Your eyes go wide open. You can feel your own confusion and excitement twist and tangle inside of you, frantic to get a better read on the situation. He smiles down at you, disarmingly and then closes his eyes. His forehead is warm as it touches yours.
"...I thought you didn't want to married. Not really, at least." You whisper.
"Me too," He says, a wetness to his laugh that tugs at your heart . "It was on a whim. I wanted to talk to you about it. But." He frowns a little "It's tough."
You chuckle, a sudden wetness to your voice too. "I bet it was,"
He smiles at you, big and stupid. "I love you," He closes is eyes and presses his forehead to yours more. "Thank you for everything."
"Shouto," You repeat, unsure of what else to say. "What brought this up?"
"Mm," He shrugs, getting sleepier by the minute. "I thought giving you my last name would make you suffer." He admits, soft and unsure. "But taking yours. That felt...okay. Felt nice."
"You're silly."
"Yes," He says, not denying it. "And I love you."
"And you love me." You repeat, a grin splitting your face. Big tears at the corner of your eyes, making your vision sting and your cheeks ache. You look up at him again. "Enough to marry me?"
He seems almost sheepish that time. "If you'll have me."
"Are you sober enough to even remember this?"
His embarrassment makes him blush and laugh again. "My heart is beating so loud I'm a little afraid of it. So yes. I'm sure I'll remember." He admits.
"Let's get married, then." You repeat to him, so achingly happy you think you could die. You wonder when to tell your friends. Bakugou will be pissed you did at his place. "If you'll have me."
He smiles. "I'd like too."
You lean up to press a kiss to his mouth, and Shouto holds you there to kiss you longer than you expect. When you're done kissing, he's smiling.
"Anymore secrets?"
He thinks on it, then hums.
"We should get a cat."

#aristotle.txt#writing tag#todoroki x reader#todoroki fluff#bnha x reader#bnha fluff#this is so corny my god#i want to kiss him#this is gender neutral and very tame#too lazy to add tags
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can you write the batfam going to amity due to *reasons* and alls well until Jason feels like he SHOULDNT go near since itâs Dannyâs Haunt? Like how Crime Alley is âhisâ Haunt? And batfam thinks heâs just being dramatic but uh, yeah he isnât.
"I'm not going in there," Jason repeated, standing on the side of the highway, arms crossed over his chest and a stubborn scowl on his face.
"Jay, please get back in the van," Bruce sighed while the rest of the Waynes stared from their seats. They had originally all gotten off, but when the second eldest had started yelling, Bruce herded everyone back inside, including Dick.
No one knows why Jason was acting like this.
A few minutes earlier, he had napped comfortably in the far back of the large van Bruce had rented. The family had been on a cross-country road trip, where they all piled in together and let the GPA lead them to their final destination- Wayne Mountain Hotsprings. Alfred had the idea to practically kick everyone out of the manor to bond.
Members of their various teams would watch Gotham for the three weeks they would be gone. This week, Kon and Bart texted Tim updates. At first, the Waynes were not entirely up for the trip, but after a few hours of driving, they all enjoyed singing random songs and researching their vacation pick.
They each got to pick one random spot they wanted to stop at one the way- tourist trap or not- and Damian had been excited to go to "America's most haunted town." He had even been able to contact local ghost hunters who were excited to give them a tour. The Waynes would spend the night at the only hotel in the city and leave tomorrow morning.
That was the plan until Jason woke up screaming at the top of his lungs, "Pull over! Pull over! I can't go in there!"
It gave everyone a heart attack. Bruce had nearly driven into the other lane as Jason had been attempting to unbuckle himself and- were it not for Cass's quick reflection- fling himself from the moving vehicle. As soon as they found a safe spot to pull over, Jason leaped from the van and placed himself in front of the Welcome to Amity Park sign
A little up the road, they could see the city's outskirts. The Fentons, the acclaimed ghost hunters, were expecting them in twenty minutes. Damian was getting angsty.
"Can you explain why you can't go into Amity Park?" Bruce questions, stepping closer. "I won't make you go in there. I just need to know what's going on."
"Don't you feel that?" Jason asks, gesturing to the air around them. "It feels unsafe."
"What does?"
"The vibes," Jason said straightly, and Bruce's left eyebrow was spammed. "The vibes are choking."
Bruce takes another step closer, voice lowering into the familiar tone of comforting a scared civilian. "Jay what do you mean by that."
Jason opened his mouth only to snap his head upwards with a scream. "He's here!"
Everyone looked upâor at least those in the van by a windowâonly to see nothing. There was nothing there that could have freaked out Jason so much. The sun, maybe? Gotham wasn't known for its sunlight, and perhaps the fact that he grew up without it made it extra terrifying to the Gothamite.
Jason leaped behind Bruce, hiding like he did as a child. Now that Jay was taller than his father and buckler, it was a strange sight. "I'm sorry! I swear I wasn't going in!"
"Jaylad, what-"
"Ghost detected." The robotic voice of Damian's official ghost-hunting equipment made everyone freeze. The boy had opened the door of the van, escaping Duke's attempted grasp, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the little machine in his hand.
It came from the Fentons' online store, and although it didn't work, Damian enjoyed walking around with it, searching for the paranormal. The rest of the family saw it as an age-appropriate make-believe, sighing in relief when he waved his little box around before deeming the area safe.
As it were, Damian waved the box again, letting the machine hum and bling as it landed on a particular spot in the sky. "Ghost detected. Ghost detected. Ghost located. Ghost is ten feet before you."
"Oh wow," An unknown voice said over the sound of rushing cars on the highway. Damian's eyes widen. "Haven't seen that design of the Fenton Finder in years. First edition, isn't it?"
Damian eyes are practilly sparkling as he puffs out his chest "It is! Are you a ghost?"
"Yeah." Suddently a glowing flouting transparent boy pops into thin air. No sound, no portal, not rush of air. Just one second he's there. He offers Damian a wide warm smile, that somehow makes his glowing green eyes menecing. "I'm Danny Phantom."
He turns his eyes back to Jason as Damian gapes at him. The boy had thought Phantom was a local urban legend. He has been decorating his room with "captured" images of Phantom for years. He turns to Tim, hissing for a pen and his photo binder.
"You." Phantom points at the cowering man. "Feel strange. You're overshadowed, but at the same time, there is no foreign soul in your body. What are you?"
"Um, I'm just here on vacation with my family-oh!" Jason words are cut off as Phantom flings himself at the pair. Before Bruce or Jason can react the ghost has his hands inside of Jason chest, ramaging around like it's a bag. Oddly enough, this makes Jason blush.
"Hmm. Yeah, there is no other ghost here. Are you haunting your own corpse?" Phantom floats upwards to stare into Jason's eyes. "Or are you a Halfa?"
"My own corpse," Jason gasps, but Bruce decides he's not about to let whoever this bothers his son, pushing Phantom back. Only somewhat surprised by the fact he made contact the hero's grunts
"Kindly keep your hands to yourself."
"Sorry," Phantom mutters, flouting back. He fidgets with his glowing white hair while shifting his feet. "I just wanted to be sure he was safe. You may enter."
And with another pop, he's gone.
Damian makes a sad whine in the back of his throat, holding a picture of a blurred image of Phantom and a pen. He flipped through the binder, attempting to find the clearest one while the ghost chatted with his father and brother. "I didn't get an autograph."
"There's always next time," Tim offered, patting the boy back as he led him towards his seat in the van again. You should keep that on your person so if you run into him again, we can get it signed for you quickly."
"Okay"
"Phew," Jason breathed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "That was terrifying. Anyway, we should get going, I don't want to be late for the Fentons."
He ignored Bruce's look, walking back as if he hadn't held them up for nearly forty minutes because the vibes were bad.
Bruce stared as Jason skipped back to the van, feeling very old and single. Maybe he should try calling the blind date Alfred had attempted to set up for him. He needs some support in raising his children. He has too many white hairs as it were.
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Yandere Batfam & Neglected Reader Prt. 3
Finally getting a tiny bit of Bruce's monologue!! And uh oh, looks like you've gotta clock in!

As the car began to move, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of panic. The tension in the air was palpable, and you could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on you. You tried your best to focus on anything but the Waynes, your mind desperately attempting to process what just happened in the parking lot. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. It was then that Damian decided to break the awkward silence.
âFather, what is the meaning of bringing her along with us?â Damian spoke curtly, disdain marring his voice when mentioning you.
As much as you disliked him as well, he had a point. Why the hell are you sitting here with them?
Bruce glanced at Damian. Truth be told, he didn't quite know why. While you were his child, one out of the only two biological children he had, he had never really had the time or care to acknowledge you. You coming into his life abruptly disturbed everything, so he paid you no mind. Heâll admit, it wasn't fair of him to do so, but he had bigger things to worry about. He was tired, and a child that wasn't involved with his night business, who did not understand what his life of vigilantism took out of him, would never understand the sacrifices that he's had to make. It wasn't until seeing you on the football field, happy, talking to your friends and acting in a way he'd never seen you do, he'd begun to realize what he missed.Â
When did you get so tall? He could have sworn you were no taller than his waist. And when did you join the cheerleading team? And who was that girl throwing her arm around you? Who was that boy? Gods, just how much has he missed?Â
But he couldn't say all of that. So instead he just replied, âShe's a part of this family, Damian and she needed a ride back home.â
He could feel Cassandraâs knowing stare, she could read him better than anybody and she knew the inner turmoil brewing in his heart. That's coupled with Stephanieâs smirk and Dickâs predatory grin. Jason grunted in response, clearly not pleased with the arrangement. Lastly, he could see the disbelief on your face, as if you couldn't believe you'd even be considered part of this family. And heâs mostly to blame.Â
He internally sighed. He'd have to work on that. You were his daughter. His. It was his job to keep you safe and happy. It was his job to make sure you felt loved. And right now? He was no better than Jannet and Jack Drake leaving poor Tim to fend for himself. But that would all soon change, starting with himself and his children.
You on the other hand were still reeling from Bruceâs words. âFamilyâ? Is he fucking kidding or what?
Dick, always the one to break the tension with his charm, spoke up next. "Hey, (Y/n), when did you become a cheerleader? I didn't know you were into that sort of stuff." Dick said with that condescending tone.
Your eyes twitched. You did not like his tone.
âThat's none of your business Dick.â You shot back before you could even think.
Everyone looked your way. Whoops, that was your bad.Â
It was Jasons turn to get upset, âWatch your fucking mouth.â He growled, ever possessive over his older brother.
You immediately froze up, offering a quick and quiet apology before retreating into your own head. JasonâJason scared you more than any of the others. You knew about his pit rage, you knew about the bloody and beaten bodies he's left in the wake of his rage. You knew heâd never dream of hurting his family, the pit often aiding in his possessive tendencies over the rest of the bats butâ you weren't family. And you'd hate to be on the receiving end of Jasonâs wrath.
If anyone had continued talking to you, you wouldnât know. The sound around you was muffled like your head was filled with cotton and you could feel yourself shaking. You wanted out. Now. Thankfully, the rest of the ride was mostly quiet. Sure, everyone would occasionally turn their eyes towards you, making you shrink further in on yourself, but you were almost at the manor. The vehicle barely came to a stop before you were throwing yourself out the door and into the manor. You bid Alfred a quick âgoodbyeâ and âthank youâ before bolting up the stairs and into your room.Â
You locked the door, not that anyone would bother coming up to your room, but still it gave you security nonetheless. You stripped and hopped into the shower, the soreness in your body now making itself known. God it was gonna suck tomorrow. Why? Because it was Friday today, that meant tomorrow would be Saturday, and that meant that you'd have to go to work at the ass crack of dawn, 5 am. Plus, you didn't even have your bike, so youâd have to rely on Alfred to take you and bring you back. Great.
So with a heavy heart and heavy limbs, you tucked yourself into bed ready for the worst sleep of your life.Â
You wake up to the grating sound of your iphone alarm, as you groggily get up to brush your teeth, shower and get ready for the long day ahead. Making your way down for a cup of coffee, sleep still in your eyes, you fail to notice the looming figure of Tim Drake already sipping his own coffee. It was dark downstairs and you were still fighting off exhaustion from the day before, so who could blame you for not seeing the corner of the cabinet. Before you knew it, you were hunched over on the floor grabbing your pinkie toe in pain.Â
âFuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurt! Holy shit, kill yourself, kill yourself! Who the fuck puts a cabinet there, oh my god.â You wailed in pain, cursing at the damn cabinet. Youâd blame it on delirium and exhaustion. Honestly, it was an expected crashout.
You laid pathetically on the floor for a couple of more seconds before you heard a monotone, disinterested voice make itself known.
âAre you done now?â Tim says from behind you.
You yelp in surprise, before clumsily scrambling up and turning around. And there he was, sitting at the counter, coffee in hand and an almost (dare you say) amused look on his face. You blanche. Shit, how long has he been sitting there? Oh god, please don't say heâs witnessed the entirety of your embarrassing crashout?Â
And as if reading your mind, he cryptically answers, âYes, I've been here this entire time.â All while sipping his coffee as his calculating eyes scarily bore into your figure.
You don't know what to say, embarrassed out of your mind, so you just apologize.Â
âRightâum, sorry about that. Iâm just tryna get some coffee. I'll be out your way.â You hastily say before turning, tail tucked back towards the coffee pot.Â
You could still feel the weight of Timâs stare on you but you're too tired and embarrassed to care. You pour yourself a big cup of straight up black coffee and proceed to chug it while walking towards the sink. After finishing it, you proceeded to gag for a few seconds, the bitter taste still permeating your mouth. God you hated the taste of black coffee, but youâd do whatever it takes to not fall asleep on the job. You discard your cup into the sink before you decide to find Alfred, it was 4:37 am and you needed to clock in by 5:00 am or else your ass was grass. You conveniently ignore Tim who has watched all of your misfortune happen this morning. He doesn't say anything when you leave the dining/kitchen area, just eerily watches.Â
God, he made you nervous.
Anyways, your quest to find Alfred was short lived as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere, Damian in tow (you could feel the scar on your face burning). Great, was everyone up at this ungodly hour or was it just them two? You avoided the heat of Damianâs glare as you relayed to Alfred your predicament, apologizing profusely since you did ask him last minute. He simply smiled at you, letting you know that âit is never a hindrance when you need something Master (Y/n).â You smiled back in relief, thanking him once more as Alfred got ready to drop you off.
But of course, Damian just had to break the silence.Â
âWhat could you possibly need to do at this hour? Alfred has better things to do other than encouraging your galavanting.â Damian spoke sharply.
You just sighed, âNot that it's any of your business, but I have work.âYou don't offer any more information as your hand unknowingly caresses the scarred tissue on your face.Â
Damianâs eyes draw to your face at the movement, seemingly fixated on the scar he left on you. He doesnât think much of it, but sometimes, something green and dangerous purrs inside of him. Yes, his mark. It was his mark on your face. As much as he hated you, you were his only other blood-sibling no matter how weak and useless you were. He had bested you, and usually would pay you no mind, you knew your place and would typically remain docile. But recently youâve been showing a new abrasive side, one he is not particularly fond of.
Heâd have to talk to father about it.
Silence permeates the air as he doesnt bother to dignify your disrespect with a response. Youâre saved when Alfred comes back with keys, both you and him rushing to whatever vehicle he's pulled out from the large, large selection of coveted cars Bruce owns. Looks like it's a BMW today. You practically throw yourself in, as Alfred speeds away to the cafe you work at. You arrive at work in record speed, bidding Alfred a âgoodbyeâ before rushing to throw your apron on and clock in.Â
Youâre greeted by the one other person working your shift, Matheo. Heâs a sweet boy, very soft-spoken and mostly sticks in the back near the kitchen to bake the pastries while you work the register. Of course he comes and helps with drink orders when it's particularly busy, heâs too kind to leave you to fend for yourself. Regardless, you have a pretty straight forward agreement, which is what spells your doom. It was a regular Saturday shift, with the pilate moms coming in, middle schoolers loitering, and the occasional customer with an attitude. Everything was fine and dandy till three familiar faces walk in.
You were ever the busy body, finishing one last drink before yelling out a quick âIâll help yâall shortly!â, to whoever just walked in. You quickly rush over to the register, not even bothering to look up from the register.
âSorry âbout the wait! Now what can I get you?â You said in your regular customer service voice.
âWell, well, well, turns out you were right Dami, she does work here.â A chillingly familiar voice jests.
You freeze, slowly looking up only to be met with Dick smiling at you. It was not a kind smile, no, there was something dangerous about it. Behind him, you could see the familiar figures of Cassandra and Damian. What the hell are they doing here? God, you should have never mentioned anything to Damian, now you had to deal with this.
âRâright, what can I get you?â You shakily say, putting back on your customer service persona.Â
Dickâs smile grows, his teeth now visible, almost as if he was baring his teeth. Danger. Something inside you screamed.
âIâll just have a vanilla cold brew, extra cold foam. Dami, Cass, what do you want?â Dick grinns.
âTch, I don't want anything from this place.â Damian says, uninterested.
âCass?â Dick asks, looking at her.
She comes up to the register, giving Dick a one-off-glance. Worryingly, her eyes seem to be fixated on you. She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, holding immensely uncomfortable eye contact with you before relaying her order.
âJust a caramel latte.â Cass says, still looking down at you.
You frantically fill in their orders on the register.
âWill that be all?â You ask. You hoped that was all, you didn't want them spending another minute talking to you.
Dick says a quick cheerful ânoâ before you ring them up and get started with the two drinks. It doesn't take too much time before youâre calling out their names to come get their drinks. You hope they leave right after. But of course, nothing goes according to your wishes as they grab their drinks and seat themselves at a table. Great.
The minutes after result in further disaster. After a couple of more customers, a lady comes up to you, face already molded into a scowl with a half empty drink in her hand. Oh great, a âkarenâ.
âHello maâam, how can I help you?â You kindly say.
âYou! I need a refund. Right. Now!â The lady booms, wagging her finger in your face.
âA refund, right, is there a reason youâre requesting a refund?âÂ
âA reason!? You made my drink wrong and I want my money back!â
âPlease correct me if i'm wrong, but I believe you ordered a double mocha cappuccino, correct?â You ask slowly.
âYes, that's what I ordered! Why are you asking me all these questions?!â
âSorry maâam, but that is the drink I gave you. Is there something specifically wrong with the drink?â
âThe drink that you gave me is wrong, you made it wrong! It doesn't taste anything like regular coffee!â
âOh, well sometimes different cafes use different recipes for the same drink, i think maybe that's whyââ
ââWell I don't care! I want a refund!â
You could feel eyes on you as the other patrons start to notice the commotion brewing.
âMaâam, i'm so sorry but i can't give you a refund, youâve already drank half the drink. If you would have let me know sooner, I could've remade it for you, butâI'm sorry maâam I can't give you that refund.â
âAre you serious! Why I never!? It's always bitches like you who try scamming people out of their money!â
âMa'am, I'm really sorry, it's the company policy. I just work hereââ You gently say, trying to calm her down.
ââGo to hell you bitch!â Is all you hear before youâre doused in the face with warm coffee.Â
You just stand there is shock, blinking through the coffee. There's no way that just happened. Theo, comes out having heard the commotion (albeit a little too late), only to be met with the sight of you covered in coffee.
âOh my gosh (Y/n)! I should have come sooner, are you okay?â
âPeachy.â You say, voice audibly watery and cracking.
âI'll take care of everything up here, you go take some time in the back. Clean up or honestly if you don't feel like it, just rest in the backââ
ââIt's okay Theo, IâI just need a couple of minutes. I'm fine.â
He gives you a quizzical stare.
âI'm fine. I promise.â You smile, although you could feel your eyes starting to water.Â
You hastily walk off to the break room and proceed to cry for a good 2 minutes before deciding to start cleaning yourself up. You do your best to get the coffee that's dried into hair out while wiping down your now sicky arms and face. Changing your apron gets rid of most of the mess, but your shirt underneath still has a couple of large patches of coffee. Sighing, you tidy yourself up as much as possible before heading back to the counter, Theo worriedly waiting for you. You just shoot him a thumbs up and let him know that itâs okay for him to retreat back to the kitchen; he lingers for a moment, hesitant to leave you alone, but drudges back regardless.
There are eyes on you. You look up perturbed, only to find Dick, Cass, and Damian still sitting at their table, sharp stares pinned on your figure. They saw all that happen, didn't they? You mentally cringed.Â
Checking your watch, you realize that there are still four more hours left on your shift. Great, that's greatâjust another four more hours, which is technically thirty minutes eight times, which is technically fifteen minutes sixteen timesâand youâve lost it. Jesus you were losing your mind, which was understandable (honestly you're surprised it hasn't happened sooner) during one of the worst shifts of your life.
Itâs fine. You got this. Just four more hours, and you can have your âMental Breakdown Part â
Ąâ˘â.
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MEI i have severe top gun maverick brain rot and all i can think about is reader being the admirals daughter and everyone assumes rooster or hangman is gonna go after her but it turns out sheâs been hooking up with bob for AGES and theyâre all like ??? how did you do that???? bob gets kinda flustered but readers just like idk he was really nice and heâs really good in bed
"Check it out," Phoenix elbows Bob where the man is engrossed in reading the back of the bar napkins Penny had handed them so that they didn't stain her tables again, "There's Mav's daughter. 'Think she's got that Hawaiian shirt on to seduce Rooster?"
Bob's eyes dart to where you're chatting with Penny, his shoulders stiffening as his friends turn to watch you.
"Nah, Rooster doesn't like orange. But those cowboy boots she's got on are probably for Hangman- didn't he say he'd teach her how to square dance?"
Penny reaches over the bar to tug affectionately at one of your braids and Bob tries to no avail to break the conversation.
"Actually, she's-"
"I'd say she was here to meet Fanboy, but she doesn't date losers," Phoenix's eyes are narrowed dangerously, and she hides a smirk against the rim of her bottle.
"Hey! Hangman's a bigger loser than I am!" He protests, but before the taller man can trap him in a headlock, Penny points towards the dagger squad where they're lounged in a corner of the bar, and your eyes shine as you rush over.
"Bob!" You shriek, throwing your arms around his neck and letting your legs bend when he hoists you off of the ground for a hearty hug. His muscles are well hidden beneath his regulation khakis, but he's built for much heavier loads than you, and he lets you hover a few inches off of the ground while he hugs you.
Your face is buried in his neck but you press a kiss against his cheek, catching the bewildered blinking of the rest of his squadron over his shoulder.
"Oh. I forgot you didn't know." You supply, your feet back on the ground as Bob keeps one arm slung loosely around your waist, "Sorry, we- uh, we've been hooking up for a while, it's just... I haven't seen him since you guys got shipped out."
"You've been hooking up with her?" Coyote stares down his nose at Bob who shifts subtly closer to you, nodding once, stiffly in the face of his teammate's scrutiny.
"Damn. And he was good enough in bed to keep you waiting 'til he got back?"
Bob flushes - you feel his skin warm where it's pressed against your own, and you fill the awkward silence.
"Oh, please. I'm sure you've seen it in the locker room; I'd wait a lifetime."
Bob scoffs over your shoulder, now even more flustered, but Phoenix is happy to save the situation.
"Does your dad know?" She tilts her chin towards you, remembering how viscerally uncomfortable their Captain had been whenever someone had suggested you get together with one of his aviators.
"Of course he knows," You laugh, "He's the one that set us up! 'Said Bob had to get his hands on me before Texas over there tried to Hold 'Em."
Bob wraps an arm protectively over your chest, leaning over your shoulder from behind to return a kiss against your own cheek.
Hangman whistles lowly, shaking his head with a dazed look, "Well, shit. I didn't know the offer to hold 'em was on the table, but-shit!"
Bob's face darkens but Rooster levels the toe of his boot with Hangman's lower thigh, striking him at the back of the knee and subsequently spilling beer over his khakis. Hangman grunts as his knees knock against the beer-sticky floor, but he seems to know he deserved what he'd gotten because he doesn't retaliate.
"We'll wrangle him." Rooster promises, "You two go have fun, Bob you gotta quarter for the jukebox?"
"Yes'sir," Bob nods, tugging you towards a lesser populated area- perfect for slow dancing even if the bar isn't, "Let's make up for lost time, honey."
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warnings âş Part 2 for this post. Ye-Jun is insane. This relationship is pure toxicity, pls donât stay with someone like this in real life lol. Translations/songs I used at the end. Homophobia/talk of revenge porn of a minor at the end (itâs not done by Ye-Jun)
plot âş Kim Ye-Jun is back in your life. And he doesnât seem too keen on leaving you anytime soon. While you get insight on how brutal fame can be
kinks âş size difference, hate sex, oral sex, manhandling, marking, biting, choking, dubcon, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, sub/dom undertones
words to know âş maknae (ë§ë´) â youngest. Hyung (í) â a term a younger male with call an older male. Jagiya/Jagi (ě기ěź) â âsweetie/baby.â Knets â Korean Netizens, Korean people on the internet. Dispatch â a Korean blog, known for exposing kpop idols relationships
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You had left Ye-Jun that night.
It was nerve wracking to get dressed silently as you watched him like a hawk. Your heart pounding in your chest. You werenât even sure why you were so fearful. But you managed to leave as quiet as a mouse.
You practically sprinted out of the hotel room as the sun was just rising. Your legs carrying you to the bus before you were driven back to the outskirts of Seoul.
Your feet dragged along the ground as you finally reached your apartment building, wanting to collapse onto your bed for the rest of the day.
âHyungâŚ!â
You froze, finger pressed against the touch pad. The numbers illuminated as they waited for you to press in the passcode. What?
The time was only 8 am. Dohyun was serious about you not coming over until 10 am. Shit, did they really fuck all night?
Another high pitched moan escaped the apartment as you couldnât help but smirk. Young-Jae was the youngest out of him and Dohyun. So that meant the one screaming had to be him.
It was funny. Young-Jae the strict top that wouldnât let you even ask if you could top when you were both fuck buddies. You couldnât even touch or squeeze his ass. The thought of him bottoming wasnât anything you even imagined.
Dohyun was more muscular than him. Though Young-Jae was taller and had been growing some muscular these past few months.
You knew not every top had to be tall and muscular. But you couldnât imagine Dohyun bottoming despite his nicer attitude. But Young-Jae hated the thought of bottoming.
An oddly detailed thought of Dohyun and Young-Jae fighting filled your mind. The idea of them fighting for dominance before Dohyun forced Young-Jae to submit was sexy. You giggled to yourself at the thought before a whine from the apartment interrupted you.
A sane person wouldâve just left and come back.
But you werenât exactly sane.
Besides, everyone in the band has seen each other naked once. Youâve unfortunately seen Won-Shikâs bare ass more times than you count. You would just act shocked and pretend you forgot all about Dohyunâs text from last night.
You typed the passcode onto the touch pad. The familiar hum of the lock twisting before you pushed the door open.
âIâmâ!â
Your jaw dropped at what you saw on the couch.
Lee Young-Jae was a strict top. Because he had Park Dohyun bouncing on his cock.
Park Dohyun was the one moaning âHyungâ?! Was that a kink?! An older man calling the younger man âHyungâ during sex seemed so odd but also oddly sexy. You could only stare for a moment, trying to process what you were seeing right in front of you.
It was hot too so you were enjoying the sight of Dohyunâs ass. Shit, it was fat.
âCho (Name)! Get out!â Young-Jae suddenly yelled, grabbing a couch pillow and throwing it over at you.
You shrieked, managing to dodge. Your eyes went back to Dohyun and Young-Jae. Young-Jae looked mostly smug as he tightened his grip on Dohyunâs waist. Dohyun seemed out of it for the most part, his eyes glossy as he buried his face in Young-Jaeâs neck.
âOkay! Okay⌠Iâm leaving. You better be finished by 10 am!!! Dohyun Hyungie promised I can come back by then.. also you better deep clean the house, pervert.â
Young-Jae ignored you, absentmindedly pointing to the front door. You rolled your eyes and left the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you.
You went to the apartment right next door, Dohyun, Yuki, and Won-Shikâs apartment, and punched in the code.
Curses were at the tip of your tongue as you walked inside. You got ready to announce your arrival when you noticed Yuki on the couch. He looked nervous, a shy smile on his lips. Your eyes trailed down and a groan left your throat.
Junho was giving Yuki a hand job.
âAll of you are perverts!!! Oh my god!! How can you feel safe to do it on the couch?! Perverts!! Iâm going to Won-Shikâs room, because at least he has the decency to rent a hotel room when he wants to fuck someone!!!â
You stormed off to Won-Shikâs room while Junho called your name. Yuki bit his lip as he tried hold in his laugh. The door slammed shut right behind you as you laid down on Won-Shikâs bed.
Perverts!
Junho frowned at the sight of you. He had been worried about you all night. Wanting to check on you, he moved to get up when a hand tightened itself on his hair. He winced and glanced up to see a grin on Yukiâs lips.
âI donât think I gave you permission to stop, Junnie. (Name) can be alone for a few more minutes.â
For fucks sakes.
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âWhereâs your boyfriend, Ye-Jun? Did he leave you again?â
âShut the fuck up, Minji.â
Ye-Jun plopped down onto the couch in the recording studio, sending a glare to Minji who was cackling beside him. The band was recording for an upcoming single. Ye-Jun was late by an hour and had unfortunately woken up to the feeling of an empty bed.
You really knew how to piss him off.
âDonât bully him, Minji. Ye-Jun has a sensitive heart.â Shion said, stepping out of the recording booth. âHeâll go crazy if you remind him his boytoy left him like a one night stand.â
Manager Riwoo sighed. âCan you boys not talk about that type of stuff during recording? Youâre not the only ones in here.â He rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking ready to retire at the ripe age of 30.
Shion shrugged. âItâs just you and the composer. Everyone knows by now how much Ye-Jun has an unhealthy obsession with Cho (Name).â
âItâs not unhealthy.â Ye-Jun muttered.
Minji released another cackle at Ye-Junâs audacity as he walked into the recording booth to record his lines. His laughter could still be heard despite the padded room. Manager Riwoo shook his head and turned his attention over to Minji and the composer.
The couch dipped as Shion plopped down beside Ye-Jun, resting his arm on the others shoulder. Shion was the eldest of the band but had passed on leadership onto Ye-Jun. That didnât mean he wouldnât put Ye-Jun into check whenever he deemed necessary.
Like now.
âI donât care if Cho (Name) has the tightest ass youâve ever fucked. You better keep yourself contained in public.â Shion whispered, leaning in close so only Ye-Jun could hear.
âThose Knets are sharks, waiting for the slight hint of controversy. Control yourself. Be unhinged in private. Donât pull a stunt like that at the music show again, okay?â
Ye-Jun rolled his eyes. âShould I stop commenting on his posts?â
âI would like that but you have a limit on how much you listen to your hyung, donât you?â
A smirk pulled on Ye-Junâs lips as he tilted his head. Shion looked unimpressed as he sighed.
âJust start liking all of their posts. Knets only like the thought of you possibly being gay. The chance that you are actually gay will be a death sentence.â Shion tapped Ye-Junâs shoulder before standing up, grabbing his baseball cap to put on.
âIâm heading out, Riwoo Hyung.â
The door closed behind Shion as Ye-Jun watched him leave. It wasnât like he didnât take Shionâs words to heart. He knew he was right. Fans only liked the thought of an idol being gay. Him being a band member wouldnât mean much when many kpop idol fans merge with regular kband fans.
They were rapid and insane either way. Ye-Jun knew he tested his luck that day when he kissed you on stage.
Even though he wanted youâhe did love his job.
He sighed. Heâd get a headache if he continued to think about this any longer. He pulled out his phone and checked the time.
There was something more important right now.
The fact you thought you could leave him without saying goodbye.
Again.
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âI really am the only straight man here.â Won-Shik moaned, resting his face in his hands as he silently cried to himself. You patted him on back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to comfort him.
Young-Jae still looked smug. âLighten up, Hyung! Maybe youâll find a man you wanna fuck and become gay!â
Won-Shik looked over at Young-Jae with a shocked face. âDonât even say that⌠I can never abandon the touch of a woman! Iâll be a fool to trade that in for a manâs disgusting hands.â
âBisexuality exists. Anyway, Jae-Ah, donât say that. Itâs wrong to force a sexuality onto someone.â Dohyun said, shaking his head.
The band was in your apartment, having a movie night. Well, as much as you guys could anyway. It seemed no one was paying enough attention to even pick out a movie on Netflix.
It had been over a week or so since you had sex with Ye-Jun and he hadnât texted you. You thought maybe he had gotten some sense and left you alone.
Until Roha had texted you yesterday that Ye-Junâs phone got destroyedâhow? You donât knowâand that heâd be getting a new phone in a few days.
You were already dreading the day.
The band had gotten back to normal relatively quickly. Except Young-Jae seemed to think he was hot shit now. Though you knew why. Young-Jae had pined over Dohyun for over four years.
Youâd allow him the month to be a dick and then knock some sense into him after.
Yuki walked over two pizza boxes, placing them on the coffee table in front of the couch. Junho was right behind him, holding some blankets.
âJunho Hyung, thereâs some white stuff on your lips.â Young-Jae suddenly said.
Junho gasped, dropping the blankets as he quickly wiped at his mouth. Young-Jae and Won-Shik immediately bust out laughing while Dohyun sighed in disappointment at their childish behavior.
âDid you suck Yukiâs dick earlier?!â Won-Shik managed to say despite his laughing.
âI hate you guys.â Junho sighed, bending down to pick up the blankets. He walked over and dropped the blankets on Young-Jaeâs head, earning a strangled grunt from the weight of them.
Yuki seemed unbothered by their teasing as he sat down beside you on the couch. He gave you a paper plate and took out two pizza slices for you. You thanked him and began eating, humming in delight.
âHow are you and Kim Ye-Jun? Did you guys talk it out?â He asked, looking over at you.
âMhm⌠he talked at me. I found out about how he thinks.â You muttered, rolling your eyes. âHe called me pathetic but thatâs why he wants me.â
âAh, we have something in common.â
You froze mid bite, looking over at Yuki with a raised eyebrow. Yuki only gave you a wide grin.
âI find Junho pathetic. Itâs why I like him.â
âAh.â Your voice muffled by the pizza as you tried to ignore Yukiâs sudden confession. You knew Yuki could be a bit odd to anyone that wasnât you. The thought that it would affect Junho made you feel a bit nervous. But you knew Junho would rather jump off a bridge than ever tell you about his relationship with Yuki.
He was the one that was trying to hide it anyway. Yuki was an open book. You could ask him if he masturbated today and heâd answer honestly.
Was his relationship with Yuki similar to yours with Ye-Jun?
Well, Yuki still had morals and didnât seem to bad mouth Junho so maybe not totally similar.
You remembered the time your band was on a variety show during your debut. The host had called Junho an idiot with only his muscles being the good thing about him. It was a joke, the host was known for making off putting jokes.
Manager Nayoung had drilled that in you guys before the filming.
That didnât matter to Yuki though. He had cussed out the host. Having to switch to Japanese when he felt that he couldnât properly speak his feelings in Korean.
Anyway that episode was heavily edited and your band wasnât invited to that show again. It was for the best. You were pretty sure Yukiâs rant in Japanese would make the Yakuza whimper.
âWhat do you like about Junho? Is it just that he makes you feel good?â You suddenly asked.
It had slipped out. You didnât want to ask this with the other members right within ear shot as they began to fight over if they should watch a romcom or horror movie. But you couldnât help it.
Ye-Junâs words bothered you.
Yuki hummed. âNo. I like his smile. I like how he puts everyone above himself. Heâs very motherly. He has dumb jokes but is also shy about sharing his feelings. While he does take care of me, I like taking care of him even when he tries to fight it. Heâs just pure. So pure that I want to ruin him. I love him.â
You frowned. What the hell? Why couldnât Ye-Jun talk about you like this? To hear Yuki talk about Junho like this almost made you want to cry.
He felt so⌠loved? Does Ye-Jun even love you?
Has he ever told you that he loved you?
The revelation at the thought made you feel bitter so you quickly tried to push it away. You looked over at Yuki and smirked.
âSo you top Junnie Hyung?â
âMhm, yeah.â Yuki said, unabashedly.
âIs it easy? Heâs larger than you even though youâre both the same height.â
âHe can be pliant. Those muscles are just for show anyway. But I like that heâs bigger than me. Makes it more fun to have him beneath me.â
âCan you both not talk about my sex life like Iâm not here?â Junho suddenly said, sitting down beside Yuki. You blushed, muttering an apology to Junho.
âSorry, Junnie Hyung. I was just curious. I mean, when we had sex you topped me. I wanted to know if you act similar to when you bottom.â
Yuki hummed. âHow did he act when he topped?â
âA gentle giant!â You gleamed. âJunnie Hyung didnât even orgasm that night. He focus solely on me. I felt bad after but he wouldnât let me take care of him after.â
âSeriously, guys.â Junho muttered, a slight blush on his face. âThis is really embarrassing. Can we just watch the movie?â
âCourse, my service top.â Yuki said, snickering as Junho looked away with a grimace.
âWhatâs a service top?â Won-Shik suddenly asked as he sat down on your left.
âStraight people donât have service tops?â You pursed your lips in confusion.
âDonât tell him, (Name)! Only tell him when he fucks his first man.â Young-Jae giggled, wincing when Dohyun pinched him on the neck.
Won-Shik glared at Young-Jae and simply grabbed two slices of pizza. The movie began to play after that. It looked like team horror movie won as I saw the Devil began to play.
You mindlessly ate your pizza before a suddenly thought pierced your brain. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
That night you had lied to Ye-Jun about who you slept with. While you were fuck buddies with Young-Jae during your first year as a trainee. You had fucked two other men after him.
Yang Junho. You didnât want to tell Ye-Jun the truth that night because of how much he seemed to hate him. Deep down you knew Ye-Jun would never hurt youâphysicallyâbut that didnât mean you werenât scared of what heâd do to Junho.
You hoped to god that Ye-Jun never figured that out.
It was someone else that you worried about Ye-Jun finding out about.
Song Noeul.
At first when you thought about it, Ye-Jun probably wouldnât have known who he was. Until when you were going on Ye-Junâs Instagramâyou were boredâthat you saw Noeul in one of his pictures.
Noeul was first a trainee to be an idol before shifting to be an actor instead. And lucky for you, Noeul was in one of the dramas Black Rose made an OST for.
To make matters worse, Song Noeul looked like a friend to Kim Ye-Jun.
And you didnât want to know what would happen if Ye-Jun learned that his âfriendâ fucked you a few years ago.
Yeah, you didnât want anything bad to happen to Noeul. Or worse you, for lying about Junho.
Of course, luck was never known to be on your side, was it?
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It had been a month or so and you had luck on your side. Ye-Jun was too preoccupied with Black Roseâs promotion for their OST to bother you. You practically danced around when he had texted you that he wouldnât be able to visit you for the next few weeks.
Of course that didnât stop him from commenting on your posts. He had started to like the other guys posts but still only commented on yours.
Wasnât too shocking. You and Yuki still were the only ones that posted religiously. Dohyun was a close second.
You were enjoying the two month break the company had given you guys. So of course Yuki took that time to go to back home to Japan, but his parents were nice enough to invite the band to stay two weeks at their home.
So here you wereâenjoying Kyoto, Japan. Yukiâs parents were richer than you had imagined but you wouldnât complain.
You were outside in the parents garden when you decided to take a selfie with the sunset in the background. You kept the caption short and sweet: ě ě đ¤!
@BRseo_minji commented : @BRkim_yejun, your Cho (Name) is saying good night to other men ă
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A frown pulled on your lips. Right. The other Black Rose members also started to bother you. Just your luck.
@BRpark_shion responded : get off your phone and pay attention to the interview please
@BRim_roha commented : when do you come back, (Name)-Ah? I want to see you
@BRhwang_hanbin responded : you have a death wish, Roha Hyung??? Ye-Jun Hyung is gonna kill you ă
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@BRkim_yejun commented : your smile killed me ă
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@BRpark_shion responded : can you have a little shame?
@BRhwang_hanbin responded : this isnât you hyungâŚ
@BRim_roha responded : if only you could put this poetic shit into our lyricsâŚ
@BRseo_minji responded : faâ
âFaâ?â You muttered, wondering what Minji couldâve meant. It took a moment before a certain slur popped up in your mind. A smile threatened to leave your lips. Thatâs not right. You couldnât laugh, you shouldnât laugh.
You decided to read the other comments on your post. Mainly fans saying how cute you were. A few commenting on how cool it was that Black Rose was so close to Love Countdown. Some even saying they wanted a future collab. Like hell youâd want that.
Just as you were about to walk inside, your phone began to ring. You groaned at the caller ID.
Kim Ye-Jun.
You wanted to let it ring but another part of you missed his voice. So you reluctantly answered. The sound of bustling laughter and hushed voices escaped your phone as you could make out Roha saying something before it drowned out. A door slammed shut before it was quiet.
âJagiya?â
Your stomach did an involuntary flip as you bit your lip. âY..Yes, Kim Ye-Jun?â
âKim Ye-Jun? Itâs Junnie Hyung.â Ye-Jun answered. âWhat are you doing?â
âYou lost the privilege for me to call you that.â You said bluntly, feeling a bit brave that he couldnât see you. âIâm just checking out Yuki Hyungâs garden back in Kyoto.â
âIs it just you and him alone?â
You rolled your eyes. âNo, everyone in the band came to visit. I donât know why youâre so possessive, Kim Ye-Jun. Iâm not yours.â
âMhm. Anyway, I wanted to apologize about something.â
Your body froze as your breathing hitched. Apologize? Was he going to apologize for what he did? Was heâ
âSorry I havenât been able to talk to you. I broke my phone when I threw it at Minji a few weeks ago but when I got a new phone I still couldnât check on you because we had to promote our single for the drama. Itâs a romcom I think.â
âOh.â You tried to hide the disappointment. âWait, you threw your phone at Seo Minji? What the hell?â
âYeah. He was talking shit so I made him shut his mouth. But I missed anywayâheâs too fast.â
âBut why your phone?â
âIt was the only thing in my hand. I wouldâve thrown the weights nearby but I wanted something easier to throw.â
âUhm. Youâre talking pretty lightly about attempted murder.â
âI didnât want him to die. It didnât even hit him. Anyway, have you been eating?â
You hummed. âYeah. Uhm. Kim Ye-Jun, do you⌠like me or something? Why are you still after me when itâs been five years? It didnât seem like you liked me all that much back then.â
âLike you? I guess I do. Youâre my wallpaper on my phone. I look back at our photos back in university.â
âYou didnât delete themâŚ?â
âWhy would I? I look bad in them but you look pretty. You always look pretty. Did you delete yours?â
âAh. Yeah⌠I did. I didnât recover them.â
âOh. Well Iâll just send what I have over to you. You should also put our picture as your wallpaper, shows your taken.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âTaken? Yah, Kim Ye-Jun, youâre really funny. Do I not get a choice in being your fuck buddy again?â
âFuck buddy? No, youâre mine. You donât get a choice. You never did.â
A sense of dread creeped up your spine as you stood still, taking in his words. Was.. was he serious?
â(Name), Junho Hyung is calling for you.â A voice startled you as you looked back to see Young-Jae walking over to you.
Young-Jae frowned at the look on your face as he glanced at your phone. He mouthed: whoâs that?
âYang Junho? Heâs there?â
You almost talked back to him. Of fucking course Junho was there. It was originally supposed to be a couple trip for Junho and Yuki anyway until his parents told him to invite the rest of you. Thatâs why Junho and Yuki was staying the month while you all were staying the two weeks.
âKim Ye-Jun?â Young-Jae suddenly said out loud, causing your eyes to widen. He shook his hand and reached out to grab your phone despite your protests. âYah, Kim Ye-Jun, bother him when heâs back in Seoul. Leave him alone when heâs on vacation.â He hung up right after that.
âShit. Man, that Kim Ye-Jun is getting on my nerves. Heâs so clingy. How do you put up with him?â
You shrugged. âI donât think I have a choice.â
âI heard he hates Junho Hyung, why? Does he know that you guys fucked? Wait, does he know that we fucked?â Young-Jae asked, his eyes widening.
âI did tell him about us but he didnât seem to view you as a threat⌠Maybe he noticed you like Dohyun Hyung. But I.. I lied about my relationship with Junho Hyung. I was just a bit scared.â
âYou shouldnât be afraid of someone. Thatâs not normal. Do you want to report him or something?â
You sighed. âIâm not sure. What can I realistically report for him? I donât refuse him when he calls. Yeah I told him to go away but I always end up going back to him.â
âHm.â Young-Jae sighed, shaking his head. âYou need to grow a backbone, (Name)-Ah. Or at the very least, show him that you will have an equal standing in this relationship.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHe pulls all the punches. If you canât find it yourself to leave this toxic swamp youâre swimming in, become as equally as toxic. Punch him back.â
âToxic swamp? Wasnât that a lyric in our song?â
âShut up and take my advice.â
âAlright, Alright. Iâll punch him back.â
Young-Jae rolled his eyes before walking back into the house. You followed close behind. Yuki was on the couch with an irritated Junho. Junho looked to be trying to leave but Yuki had his arms wrapped around his waist.
âYou called me, Junnie Hyung?â You asked, walking over to them.
â(Name)-Ah,â Junho smiled up at you as he continued trying to pull at Yukiâs tight grip. âSorry to bother you. I just wanted to make sure youâre okay. You looked a bit scared on the phone.â
âYou could see me?â
Yuki hummed. âJunho was watching you before I pulled him onto the couch.â
âWow, youâre like my mom, Junnie Hyung.â
âA mom that fucked you.â
âYuki Hyung!â Junho swore, glaring at Yuki who could only laugh. He tugged Junho closer and burrowed his face in his muscular back.
âWho were you talking to, (Name)-Ah? Kim Ye-Jun?â Yuki asked.
âMhm. He was apologizing for not talking to me often.â You muttered.
âBut not for allowing his friends to call you a slut?â Junho rolled his eyes, giving up on his attempt to break free from Yukiâs grip.
You couldnât help but laugh. âHeâd never apologize for that. Not unless I force him to. But then it wouldnât be satisfying.â
âWhoâs Kim Ye-Jun?â Won-Shik walked over to you guys, eating an onigiri. âWhy do I never know what you guys are talking about?â
âBecause youâre straight.â Young-Jae yelled from the kitchen.
âShut the fuck up, Lee Young-Jae!â
âKim Ye-Jun from Black Rose.â Dohyun said, walking over with a plate filled with onigiri that he placed on the coffee table in front of the couch. âHeâs been bothering (Name).â
âOur maknae?â Won-Shikâs expression stilled as he glanced over at you. âShould I kill him?â
âNoâ!â
ââyes!â
You stared over at Junho in shock. Junho gave you a sheepish smile. âIâll make sure Iâm Won-Shikâs alibi so we donât have to continue on as five.â
âYou canât kill him yet.â Was all Dohyun said as the leader, sitting down on the couch. You expected him to oppose such a thing but it seemed he also hated Ye-Jun.
Shit. You couldnât help but feel giddy at how much your band mates loved you.
You thought back to Young-Jaeâs advice. Punch him back. The thought seemed silly because what could you do that would hurt Kim Ye-Jun?
Then you remembered Song Noeul.
You knew what would drive him insane.
You just had to have the guts to pull through with it.
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The two month break flew by fast and it was already May. For the groups comeback, your company decided on a happy and love filled single that felt like running through a field of flowers with your lover.
âDonât you think these lyrics are a bit too sad, (Name)-Ah?â Dohyun looked over at you. You had given him your journal with lyrics you had written to share for the upcoming single.
âIs it? Thatâs what I was thinking when the company gave us the theme.â You scooted the rolling chair over to Dohyun. The both of you were in a composing room. Won-Shik and Yuki had already made the melody and recorded a small demo.
You and Dohyun were the ones that usually made the lyrics. Junho and Young-Jae occasionally wrote lyrics for your more angsty or depressing songs.
Your lyrics would always be sappy and happyâsometimes a bit cringy so Dohyun usually had to tweak them a bit.
âYeah.â Dohyun muttered, looking back down at your journal. âThese are a bit sad.â
How deep is your love?
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I want to ask
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Even if it can't be deeper
ę°ě ě ěěęšě?
Can't it be the same as mine?
âOh.â You muttered, reading over the lyrics you wrote. Dohyun was right, this didnât scream happy love. Your lips pursed into a frown as you flipped to the next page of lyrics you had written in accordance to the demo.
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I hope you don't know
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These feelings
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Even when I'm in love
íźěě¸ ę˛ë§ ę°ě
I feel alone.
âUhm. Why donât we just use your lyrics. I donât think we can use these.â You slammed your journal shut and pulled it away from Dohyun, shoving it back into your backpack.
âAre you okay, (Name)-Ah?â
âYeah. Yeah, Iâll be fine.â
The rest of the session was awkward to say the least. Dohyun seemed fidgety as if he wanted to talk to you but also didnât want to scare you away.
You appreciated your hyung but you also didnât want to admit that Kim Ye-Jun had such an effect on you after all these years.
What did you even like about him?
What was he to you?
âYâknow,â Dohyun suddenly whispered. âFor the Loveâs Fool album, the lyrics I put in there were about Jae.â
You froze, looking over at Dohyun in shock. âHuh? Really?â
âMhm. The third song in the album is basically about Jae. Purely about the guilt I felt for falling in love with him. Seeing him as something more than my dongsaeng.â
âThe third song.. But thatâs the only upbeat song on the album.â
âI know. We can still use your lyrics even if theyâre sad. But I mainly wanted to tell you that you donât have to feel embarrassed about writing lyrics on Kim Ye-Jun. Junhoâs songs are mostly about past relationships anyway.â
âJunho Hyung had past relationships?â
Dohyun grinned. âYour Junho hyung was a little too outgoing back during our trainee days. Though heâd never tell you.â
It was silent for a moment as you watched Dohyun begin to add a few of your lyrics into his own, mixing them around to have a perfect flow and rhythm that matched the composition.
After a moment or so, you decided to try and forget all about your problems by being a menace.
âHyungie, remember when I caught you and Jae Hyung fucking? Why did you look so out of it? If I didnât know Jae Hyung, I wouldâve been worried that he was taking advantage of you.â
Dohyun blushed, his pen dragging against the paper as he began to stutter. It took a moment before he could even say anything.
âSub.. Sub space. I was in sub space. Thatâs all.â
âSub space? Whatâs that?â
âItâs just a mental feeling a submissive can get into during sex. I was a bit scared being in it, Iâve never experienced it before. But itâs not dangerous. Jae knew how to take care of me.â
âNot fair⌠Iâve never experienced that!â You whined, pouting your lips. âDoes it feel good?â
âI guess. It makes me feel safe now.â
You thought back to the sex youâve had these past few years. The feeling that Dohyun had described and the one you had seen with your own eyes seemed foreign. There were a few times you felt tired after sex⌠but thatâs normal.
Dohyun had looked completely out of itâlike he was on another planet. Youâve never had that feeling.
Was it because Dohyun trusted Young-Jae?
A few hours later you and Dohyun left the company building. Dohyun went his separate wayâhaving a dinner with his parents for his dadâs birthday.
You absentmindedly hummed to yourself as you pulled out your phone. Who could you bother for the night? Your finger swiped across the screen as you scrolled through your contacts.
The scroll stopped right on Rohaâs number. He did say to contact him whenever you were back.
Despite being Ye-Junâs friend, you liked Roha separately from him. You could be Rohaâs friend without Ye-Junâs permission! You were a grown adult. So, you called Roha and hoped he was free for some tteokbokki.
âWhy did you want me to lie to Ye-Jun?â
Roha asked, a smug expression on his face as he took a sip of his beer. You grinned sheepishly as you poked at your salad. The two of you were at a small tteokbokki restaurant that you used to visit here often back in your uni days.
âYou donât have to tell Ye-Jun everything. Are you his child?â You set on asking, eyeing Roha nervously.
âNo,â Roha shrugged. âYour relationship to me is separate from Ye-Jun. I never told him the things you told me.â
You perked up at that. âReally..? That meansâŚ?â
âNo, he doesnât know that youâve played the violin since you were in diapers. He never asked so I never told him. If he likes you, heâd want to learn things about you.â
âWow. How are you and Ye-Jun even friends? You seem so different?â
âIf I havenât met Ye-Jun back in elementary school I wouldnât be friends with him.â Roha answered, shoving a tteokbokki in his mouth. âNot everyone can handle him⌠But you seem to be able to.â
âI donât know about that.â You muttered.
âYou havenât reported him or anything. Or filed a complaint. Or done anything to get him to truly back off.â
âYeah⌠ButâŚâ
âItâs okay, (Name). The heart is confusing.â Roha looked up at you. âAre you going to let him continue to have total control over the relationship? Back in university you used to dog walk him with ease.â
âI did?â You questioned, tilting your head in confusion. âHowâŚ?â
âYou technically didnât do much. You acted like yourself. Because in the endâKim Ye-Jun canât handle you being angry at him.â
âHm. Well it doesnât even feel like he likes me. Just that he feels like he owns me.â
âThatâs probably how he thinks. Ye-Jun isnât good with expressing himself. He doesnât write lyrics for our romantic songs. Heâs always had this tendency to think he owns people that he loves.â
âDoes he think he owns you?â
âHe used to. Until I socked him in the face when he tried to forbid me from doing something.â Roha smirked. âThen he learned he had a limit on how much he could âtryâ to control me.â
âDoes he think he owns the other band members?â
âCourse. His family is odd, I think thatâs where he got that idea. His older brother acts the same way. Even their mother.â
You froze at the mention of Ye-Junâs family. He never spoke to you about them. Though you couldnât get too mad about that. It was the same for you never mentioning your parents.
âDoes hisâŚâ?â
ââfamily know you? Yeah. He always sent pictures of you to them. You just never met them because they live in Jeju. If they didnât, you wouldâve been met them.â
âOh. Wait youâre from Jeju Island?â
âYeah. Did I never tell you? Ah, anyway. Was there something you wanted to ask about Ye-Jun? Or did you really want to hang out with me?â
You pouted. âI did want to hang out with youâŚâ
Roha raised an eyebrow.
ââŚBoth. I did have a question about Ye-Jun. Is he close to Song Noeul?â
âSong Noeul? The actor? Yeah they got close when we made the OST for the drama he was in. Now I get to ask a question in return.â
You watched as Roha pulled out his phone and began scrolling to find a picture. Your breathing hitched at the picture he showed you.
It was a picture of you and Noeul. When you were younger, maybe two years ago? Noeul had his arms around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your noses were touching and it looked like you were mid laugh.
No one could try to spin that picture as anything but couple like.
âHowâd youâŚ?â
Roha frowned, turning his phone off. âI got it from someone anonymous. I thought it was photoshopped but itâs real. I havenât shown anyone.â
âDid you ask for it?â
âNo way. I wouldnât try to sabotage you or Song Noeulâs career. Iâm just telling you because I think someone is trying to dim Song Noeulâs career and youâre unfortunately about to be hit in the cross fire.â
You frowned, trying to take in the information.
âThey also sent stuff about me. Just pictures of me smoking. Thatâs about it. Iâm not sure who it could be. Maybe an ex lover of Song Noeul.â
âEx lover?â
âHe couldâve left his old lover when he started to get famous. The lover got jealous and wants to bring him down. Seems the only dirt they can get on him is that he dated a man.â
âWhy donât they use pictures of him with them if they dated?â
âThey donât want to get found out. Especially if they could be a man themselves. Anyway, Iâm just telling you to be careful. They could be following you to see if you interact with Song Noeul again.â
The rest of the dinner felt heavy as you thought about Rohaâs warning. Fuck, forget all about the plan with making Ye-Jun angry. You could be outed by some jealous ex lover!
You got home feeling heavy and scared. Sure, Korea was getting progressive these days. But all you could think about was the korean host who came out as gay and got black listed for years!
Straight kpop idols get taken from groups or slammed to death for dating each other.
Sure your group wasnât too big but you were gaining a sizable fan base. Fuck.
You laid down on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. Should you tell someone? You knew your company wouldnât be angryâManager Nayoung was openly a lesbian and even a few other staff members were gay. There was a gay flag in one of the recording rooms!
Dohyun wouldnât be angry. Won-Shik would find a way to get a murder charge. Yuki would probably also get arrested for murder. Junho would comfort you. Young-Jae would laugh at you before comforting you in his own way.
The soft sputtering of the fan almost lulled into a sleepless slumber when your phone lit up. You reached over and grabbed your phone off the countertop.
It was Ye-Jun.
He just a sent a picture.
An old one.
His hair was a buzz cut. He had no smile on his lips as he stared straight at the camera. You wondered what could be worth sending this when you noticed yourself in the picture.
In the back, you were standing by the door of what you could only assume was a classroom. A wide smile on your face as you looked to be talking to someone that was off frame.
Was this him trying to take a picture of you in secret?
Kim Ye-Jun
âł The first ever picture I took of you.
âł freshman orientation
âł your smile is your best feature
âł ë돴 ěëťě, ě기.
Cheesy.
You laughed, closing your eyes as you placed your phone back on the nightstand. Your throat felt tight as you placed your hands over your eyes. A heavy feeling began to swell in your chest as your lips began to twitch.
Fuck.
You were so emotional.
He was messing with you at this point.
With Young-Jae and Rohaâs talk about taking control, you knew you had to if you didnât have the strength to release Kim Ye-Jun from your heart.
You needed to punch Kim Ye-Jun in the face.
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛â¤ď¸ŕ˝ŕž
âł you thiink jostt becaze everyone knows your nume that you can just forgot me like that
âł you werant anyone spezial before I met you song noeul answwwer me you son of a bitch
âł couldnt get in tuchh with that kim yejun bastaardrd had to go though his frend since when did you hing out with puple like them do they have accentts when they talk theyâre from jeju yea
âł youre facking kim yejun huh or maybe youre stiiill with that shortiiie from that shitty bannds cho (name) I knew you left me for him
âł whats gaing to hupoen is your fault song noeul you culdve just taken me back instud of dumping me like
âł those fens of yours are guna be pessed when they releize thiy fell in love wiz a faggot
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛â¤ď¸ŕ˝ŕž
âGuys, guess who just started following us on Instagram!â Won-Shik bursted into the recording room, ignoring Dohyunâs call for him to calm down. He pulled out his phone and showed you and Young-Jae the Instagram account.
âHuh? Whoâs that? I donât pay attention to actors.â Young-Jae asked.
Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the username.
@Yoursunset
(ěĄë
¸ě) 7.9m followers 289 Following
âYour sunset?â Junho muttered, leaning over to try and get a better look as well.
Won-Shik hummed. âWell yeah, it makes sense. His name means glow of sunset.â
âHis name is Noeul?â Dohyun asked.
Your eyes widened as you took Won-Shikâs phone away from him, ignoring his yell. You swiped at the account and took a look at the pictures. It was him. It really was Song Noeul. He was following the bandâs account!
It shocked you that he was so popular. A year ago he only had a mere 98k followers. His dramas mustâve been getting mainstream attention for him to blow up like that.
His pictures looked to be promoting a new kdrama he was a side character as. A light hearted romcom. After that it was just pictures of him on his day to day life. Until you reached two years ago, he earned a lead role in a crime kdrama.
One of the pictures had him with Black Rose. This mustâve been the OST they made back then.
He even had a few pictures alone with Ye-Jun. of course Ye-Junâs smile looked forced and strained but he did look semi happy near Noeul.
You clicked on Noeulâs recent story to see he was answering questions from fans. And one question asked whats his new favorite album.
Lo and behold he answered with âLoveâs Foolâ plus a link to your bandâs account. The next question was a fan jokingly asking if heâs cheating on Black Rose which he answered with a picture of him and Ye-Jun with an X emoji on Ye-Jinâs face.
The caption said: âEnding relationship with Black Rose, Love Countdown is now my husbandâ
âUh,â Won-Shik coughed, raising an eyebrow at your behavior. âAnyway the reason why I was telling you guys this is because this guy is popular! Look at how much followers he has. He just promoted us on his page. Weâll get so many new fans from him!â
Young-Jae looked over at you. â(Name) knows him.â
The rest of the group looked at you in shock. âHuh?!â They yelled in unison.
Right. Your relationship with Noeul was discrete. Especially when he left for another agency to debut as an actor instead. Only Young-Jae had known and it wasnât because you had told him.
Young-Jae had unfortunately walked in on you having phone sex with Noeul. It was something you tried forgetting.
â(Name)-Ah, you know him?! Are you guys still friends?!â Won-Shik grabbed your face as he squished your cheeks together, making you look up at him. âAre you close? Do you know his MBTI??â
âMBTIâŚ?â Yuki asked, tilting his head.
âCalm down, Won-Shik! (Name)-Ah canât speak with you squishing his face like that.â Dohyun pulled Won-Shik away as you rubbed your cheeks now that they were free.
âUh,â you muttered. âYeah, weâre friends. Well, we were closer back then but I lost contact with him. I think he changed his number and unfortunately I never got it.â
Junho patted you on the back. âMaybe you can try to reconnect? Itâs good to have friends that are outside of us.â
âYeah, use him to get more fans!â Young-Jae grinned.
âDonât listen to Jae.â Dohyun cut in, glaring at Young-Jae. âJunho is right. You need more friends.â
âI have Roha Hyung.â You pouted.
Junho shook his head. âYeah, thatâs a problem. You need friends outside of your band mates and outside of Kim Ye-Junâs best friend.â
âKim Ye-Jun is friends with NoeulâŚâ
âBut you knew Song Noeul first! So technically you have a right to be close to him.â Yuki chimed in.
Won-Shik grinned. âThink of it this way. You get a new friend and some extra connections for our band!â
âStop thinking about money, Won-Shik!â
âHey, money makes the world go round! We gotta get a deal for an OST before our second year anniversary!!!â
You began to tune out Won-Shikâs and Dohyunâs bickering as you glanced down at Noeulâs account.
Maybe it wouldnât hurt. Though the whole thing with someone threatening to out Noeul bothered you. Despite worrying about yourselfâyou worried about Noeul even more.
Now that you knew he was gaining popularity, he had more to lose at being outed.
At the very least⌠You thought it was in your best interest to warn Noeul that someone was threatening to ruin his career.
Now you just had to find a way to get close to him again. Would he even want to speak to you?
The rest of the day was spent in the recording booth. Won-Shik and Dohyun bickering. Young-Jae not so subtly fondling Dohyunâs ass whenever he thought no one was looking. Yuki and Junho snuggled together on the couch as Yuki occasionally bit Junhoâs cheek.
You stayed on the far right of the couchâpondering on ways to creep back into Noeulâs life.
Message him on Instagram? No, his company probably checks his DMs.
Do a post and tag him? Would that be weird?
Go to his agency and ask to meet him? No way.
Ask Ye-Jun for his number? Youâd rather jump off a bridge.
Maybe youâd have to just post and tag him.
Your phone suddenly lights up with a text from Ye-Jun. Speak of the devil.
It was another picture. One of him again. It looked to be taken not even a few days ago. He was dressed in a black harness that was over a skin tight white t-shirt. A black choker. You couldnât see his lower half. But you could see his eye makeup.
Intense was putting it lightly. The eyeshadow was a dark black. His face was lightened up with a bit of white blush. A bit gothic? He still wasnât smiling, of course. Another picture was sent, this time with a message.
âł Our first OST filming
âł Just remembered it
âł Itâs been two years, I think my hair cut looks similar to how it is now
âł should I dye my hair? Whatâs your favorite color?
The picture made you do a double take. It was of him and Noeul. Noeul was dressed in a regular outfit. A black sweater with a hat on. He mustâve been visiting to see the music video happen.
It was a stark contrast. Noeul had a wide smile. His eyes forming into crescent moons as he put up a peace sign. Ye-Jun still looked dead at the camera with not even a hint of a smile.
Seeing Noeul felt different. He matured since you last saw him. He still had those sharp monolid eyes. Shaggy black hair. Soft plump lips.
Ye-Jun and Noeul didnât look too far off from each other now that they were close.
Huh, you really did have a type.
You almost began to text Ye-Jun, asking him about Noeul but decided against it.
You knew a good way to get his attention.
Your eyes flickered back onto the picture. It almost felt like Ye-Jun staring right at you. His eyes were intense. Almost cold.
Were his eyes always this cold?
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The first time you ever met Song Noeul, he was quiet. Unnaturally quiet. So you stuck to him like glue.
Opposites attract. Thatâs what they say.
Even when he decided to become an actor insteadâyou still walked thirty minutes to meet him. It was pure friendship at first.
He was different personality wise from Ye-Jun but somehow had a familiar aura to him. Maybe a version of Ye-Jun you thought you had known.
Noeul was dating someone. Someone that you knew was treating him badly. You had once tried to relate it to your relationship with Ye-Jun until you saw the bruises on Noeulâs face one day.
That person was dangerous. Noeul never told you who it wasânever even told your their gender.
It wasnât until a year later, the day that you had finally been chosen in the final lineup for your companyâs upcoming band that your relationship with Noeul was no longer platonic.
You had ran to him and tackled him into a hug outside of his agency. Your noses touched together as you excitedly told him the good news. It wasnât even a moment later before he kissed you.
Then it just continued from there.
But all good things seem to always end for you. Noeul had gotten his first role as a side character in a kdrama and you got busy with your debut. You both justâŚdrifted apart by pure accident.
A sigh left your lips as the memories began to flood your brain. Song Noeul was just too good to be true. You almost didnât want to bother him. But you tried to tell yourself that he deserved to know about someone attempting to ruin his career.
You looked back, making sure the sunset was in view. You were out at the parkâJunho and Young-Jae wanted to go for a walk so you tagged along. They were both doing some type of weird work out on the public bench as you tried to get a good angle for your picture.
Your lips pulled into a grin as you took multiple pictures. After going through themâyou picked the three that you looked the best in and began to draft a post for Instagram.
The caption read: ěë
, ěŹëŹëś!! ë
¸ěě´ ěěěŁ ?
It was a bit one the nose but you were desperate. If you wanted to talk about the sunset, you wouldâve used âěźëŞ°â instead of Noeul. Only a dumbass wouldnât get your message.
@BRim_roha commented : ah, cuteâI should steal you for myself
@BRhwang_hanbin responded : HYUNG STOP!!! Ye-Jun Hyung will kill you for real!
@BRseo_minji responded : didnât you tell us earlier to stop spamming his comment section?
@BRpark_shion responded : you idiots make it seem like we have nothing better to do. WE ARE STILL DOING PROMOTIONS DUMBASS!!!!
@BRkim_yejun commented : why are you all here before meâŚ.? Anyway, so pretty, Jagi. Why did you use ë
¸ě?
You sighed. Of course those stupid fucks were already spamming your comment section. You scrolled past their conversation as Minji and Hanbin got into an argument.
Your heart felt like it was being clenched by a hand. Squeezed tightly as if you couldnât breathe anymore. Maybe he wouldnât get it. Maybe he didnât even care about you like that and just liked your music?
Maybe he didnât even want to talk to you ever again because heâs living a better life now and how could he possibly want a reminder about his before and andâ
@Yoursunset commented : Yeah, I think Iâm very pretty ă
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You definitely didnât squeal, most definitely not. Young-Jae glanced over at you with an unimpressed look. Junho gave you smile before turning his attention back to his workout.
Perfect. Everything would be set in motion, one step at a time.
The next few weeks you would post something that Noeul would comment on. He made no attempt to try and go any further with that and you were set on keeping it there as well.
This would be enough. It could be enough for you.
It didnât make much sense in your mind.
Ye-Jun was crazy but you liked him. Noeul was seemingly normal and you liked him.
Was it normal to like two men at the same time?
Did you even feel love for Noeul or was it just nostalgia?
You were just confused these days.
And you began to notice an odd uptick in Ye-Junâs behavior. More so the fact he hasnât been talking or texting you.
But everything is going to be fine.
Right?
Yeah⌠You knew deep down it wasnât.
â ëśěíę˛ ë§ëë ęą°ěź ě? â
It was a fine and calming day. Love Countdown was doing the photoshoot for their upcoming single: Spring Day. The theme was fun and more upbeat than the previous comeback.
The photo shoots were always fun for you. Dressing in cool outfits. The funky sets. And even just taking pictures with your hyungs was a blast.
You had just finished up your solo photoshoot when your phone began to rang. It was Ye-Jun. Your body froze as you stared at your phone, slipping on your jacket. It had been a few weeks since heâd call.
It felt like your heart was hammering in your chest as you let it ring. You couldnât answer it. You knew it wouldnât be smart to answer it with staff around you. The call ended and a message was swiftly sent to you.
âł meet me at the hotel. You know which one
He didnât send anything else after that. You didnât respond. Youâd go either way. Fuck, why were you going? But before you knew itâyou were standing at the hotel he took you that day after Manager Nayoungâs birthday party.
There was another text sent to you with the room number once you reached it. Howâd he..?
You didnât question it, going straight to the room. Maybe you can finally do what Young-Jae and Roha told you to do. Punch Kim Ye-Jun.
Your knuckles rasped against the door for only a second when it pulled open. A shocked grunt left your lips as Ye-Jun pulled you inside the room. He slammed the door shut behind himself as you stared at him shock.
Gosh, seeing him after almost five months was a bit surreal. He was clean faced and a bit sweaty, maybe he had ran over here? His hair was messy as he stood up straight. You stopped giving him a glance over and looked him in the eye.
Oh.
He was angry.
âCho (Name)âŚâ
Fuck. Fuck, he was probably going to talk about Junho.
âWhatâs your relationship to Song Noeul? Youâve practically been flirting with him for the last few weeks. What the fuck is that? Heâs my friend, yâknow?â
You couldnât help the slight smirk on your lips. At least Junho was safe. âYour friendâŚ? Ah, right. You think you know me, hm? Well, I know Song Noeul. Longer than you have.â
âLonger than me? How? Iâve known him for over three years now.â
âMhm. Why should I tell you? Can I not have a relationship with Song Noeul? Is he yours? Roha Hyung said that you have an odd tendency to take ownership over people.â
âOwnership?â Ye-Jun laughed. âWhat else did Roha Hyung tell you? Tell you about our kindergarten days? High school days before I went off to the military?â
âNo. Because if I want to learn someone about youâIâll ask you. Because if you like someoneâyouâd want to learn everything about them.â
Ye-Junâs eyes widen and he almost looked shocked before he shook his head. âYou didnât answer my question. Whatâs your relationship to Song Noeul?â
âRemember when you asked me about who I slept with? I told you about a trainee that you wouldnât have known about⌠I was wrongâyou clearly know Noeul-Ah.â
âHeâs not a hyung to you?â
âHe was born the year after mines.â You grinned, enjoying the look of shock on his face. âYouâd know that⌠if you remembered my birthday.â
âYouâre really cocky these days, (Name)-Ah. Itâs cute. Real cute. Itâs almost making me wonder why Iâm still wanting you.â
You glared at him. âThatâs all you can think about. You only want me. Do you⌠Do you even like me? What do you even like about me? How pathetic I am to you?â
Yukiâs words about Junho were flooding back to you. Why were you so after Ye-Jun? Why did you let him crawl into your heart? Why did you even let him come back?
âWhat do you want me to say, (Name)?â
âIâŚThat you love me. That you donât just find me pathetic.. That⌠That thereâs other things you like about me.. yâknow? My personality⌠things I do.â
âLove you?â Ye-Junâs eyebrows farrowed as he stared at you in shock. He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. âWhatâs with this all of sudden? You didnât care that I didnât say it much back then. Why now?â
Your lips pressed into a straight line as you glared at him. âYou donât even say it all. Just.. why do you want me?â
Ye-Jun glanced over at you. âI donât know. I donât know, (Name). When you left me, I felt empty. I donât know what these feelings are but I know that I canât be without you.â
âYeah? Well, I know how to speak about my feelings. And I know when to admit my mistakes.â
âMistakes?â
âMhm. You wonât ever apologize for what you did to me but Iâll apologize to you right now. I lied. I did fuck Yang Junho. No, he fucked me. He fucked me good and I liked everyââ
A strangled gasp left your throat as Ye-Jun grabbed your arm and slammed you against the wall. His lips smashed against yours as you tried pushing him away. But he was stronger, tightening his hold on your arms as he moved to cage you against the wall.
Your hands gripped at his shirt when you realized you had no strength to push him off. His teeth bit at your lip as he pressed his body against yours.
He finally pulled away from the kiss, glaring down at you. âYang Junho, huh?â
A smirk pulled on your lips as you stared up at him. Your lip burned. Fuck, did he cut it open?
âYeah. Yang Junho. Does that piss you off? Make you angry?â
âKeep talking, Cho (Name). It pisses me off even more. But thatâs what you want. To piss me off.â
âMaybe. Does the thought of Yang Junho fucking me into the bed make you angry? Does it make you hate me for abandoning you for someone better?â
Ye-Jun blinked as he took in your words. A slow smirk pulled on his lips as he let out a laugh.
âYeah, it makes me hate you.â
His hands trailed down to your legs and gripped your thighs. He hoisted you up with ease as he carried you over to the bed. You grunted when you were unceremoniously dropped without a warning. Hands gripped your jeans as Ye-Jun pulled off it off.
You reached up and slipped off your shirt, readying to take off your boxers when you heard the sound of fabric tearing.
âKim Ye-Jun! Thatâs the second pair of boxers youâve tore!â
Ye-Jun didnât answer you, his gaze hard as he slipped off his own shirt. You gulped. Maybe you really did make him angry this time. Your gaze followed Ye-Jun as he gripped your waist. He easily turned you over into your stomach, ignoring your yelps.
The sound of skin slapping caused you to shriek, back arching. He really just spanked you. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, slowly spreading you open. Your hands gripped into the bedsheets as you waited in anticipation of what he was going to do.
Teeth sunk into your ass, earning a shuddered gasp from you. Ye-Jun bit and marked at your ass. He left no space of your ass unmarked. Your cock twitched as you slowly grind against the bed, giving yourself some form of relief.
You gasped, hips jittering as you felt a tongue lick around your hole. Ye-Junâs nails dug into your skin as he began to mouth at your hole. The feeling of his tongue threatening to slip inside sent you into a frenzy.
It had to have been because you hadnât had sex in over five months. Didnât help you would sometimes over hear Young-Jae and Dohyun having the time of their lives late at night.
âK..Kim Ye-JunâŚâ You whimpered, gasping as you felt spit coat your rim. âNo lube..?!â
âYou donât deserve lube.â Was all Ye-Jun said before his middle and ring finger teased your outer rim. Your body shivered. Fuck, fuck.
The fingers pressed against your hole before he slammed it inside, earning a cry from you. You subconsciously rose your ass up as Ye-Jun began to finger fuck you. Without lube there was a slight burn. But it only made you more horny.
Ye-Jinâs fingers curled, teasing your wet inner wall as you gasped. A graze against your prostate earned a strangled whimper from you as you bit your tongue. This wasnât a love hotelâyou didnât want to be screaming when it was only 7 pm in the evening.
His fingers repeatedly pressed against your prostate. Rubbing smooth circles around it as you cried and whimpered. Your cock felt heavy. You felt as if you could orgasm now. But then he suddenly stopped.
âNghâŚ?â You whimpered, eyes opening as you tried to look back at Ye-Jun.
âWhat? Donât think you can bat your eyelashes and Iâll do what you say.â Ye-Jun laughed, rudely pushing your head back onto the bed. âDonât look back at me again unless you donât want to cum at all tonight.â
It was silent for a second. Your body began to twitch with anxiety as you could feel your cock losing its erection. What was he trying to do?
A complaint was on the tip of your tongue when a brutal four minutes had passed but you didnât get to say anything. His two fingers thrusted back inside of your puckered hole as you gasped in shock. They immediately zeroed in on your prostateânot holding back a continuous attack.
He rubbed the edge of your prostate before pressing down fully on it. You whined, your hips jerking upwards as he didnât make any movement. Your cock was alive once again, the tip sticky and wet with pre-cum.
You were so close. Almost there.
But he didnât move again. He kept his middle and ring finger resting right on your prostate. Your toes curled as you bucked your hips backwards to try and get him to move. That earned a harsh smack right on your ass.
âI didnât say you could move.â
You whimpered, trying to will your body to stay still. It felt like hours when it was only two minutes before he began to tease your prostate. A thankful groan left your throat as you tried to savor the feeling.
Your cock rubbed against the bedsheets as it coated them with your pre-cum. A babble of nonsense left your lips as you gripped at the sheetsâreaching your orgasm.
Then it stopped just as you reached your peak.
A whiny almost pathetic whimper left your throat as you felt tears water in your eyes. You couldnât take this anymore. Your body began to shake slightly as you tried to calm down even as the tears began to fall.
âHurts?â Ye-Jun suddenly whispered against your ear. You flinched, feeling his body heat against you. Only a whimper left you.
âGood.â He simply said, pulling away.
Your eyes widen as you felt his hand reach underneath your stomach, grasping your aching cock. You almost cried tears of joy as he began to jerk you off, his fingers occasionally rubbing your prostate in tandem. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you couldnât help back your high pitched moans.
âAlmost there, Jagiya. Iâm sure Yang Junho never made you feel like thisâŚâ he suddenly tightened his grip on the tip of your cock, stopping your orgasm. âJust like Iâm sure he isnât as cruel as me.â
âNooooâŚâ You cried out, reaching up to crawl away from Ye-Jun. He only laughed and pulled his hand away, grabbing your hips and pulling you back down to the edge of the bed.
âWhere are you going? I thought you wanted to cum.â
âIâŚnghâŚ..! âAte âuâŚ!â You managed to mutter, your eyes feeling heavy.
âMhm. I hate you too, Jagiya.â He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your shoulder. âIf only you werenât promoting soon. You deserve my mark all over your body. Maybe then youâll realize youâre mine.â
He pulled away from your body, leaving you to cry at the loss. Ye-Jun hummed as he grabbed your waist and flipped you into your back, forcing your head to lay off the edge of the bed. You were face to face with growing bulge. His hand pulled down his zipper, tugging down his boxers, as his cock slipped free.
It was inches from your face, the tip touching your nose. Ye-Jun reached over and wiped at your face. Your face was stained with tears. A smile pulled on his lips as he uncharacteristically gently stroked your cheek before grabbing his cock and pressing it against your lips.
You obeyed with ease, your lips parting as he slowly thrusted his cock into your mouth. He was slowâseemingly nice enough to not just trigger your gag reflex immediately. His hand traced your cheek before trailing down to your throat, rubbing the slight bulge there.
Your cock twitched as your legs clamped together. You wanted to cum so bad but didnât make any attempt to grab your own cock despite it leaking dejectedly on your stomach.
âYouâre pretty with your mouth shut, Jagiya. If you didnât have a pretty voice when singing, I would make sure you could never talk again.â
A pathetic whimper left your throat as you tried to ignore the thought.
His hand gently massaged your throat before he pulled his hips back. You braced yourself, closing your eyes at the feeling of him against your tongue. His tip teased the tip of your tongue before he slammed his hips forward.
The sound of his grunts and your choked gasps filled the room as he fucked your mouth. He wasnât gentle or slow in the slightest, making sure he could go as deep as possibly without triggering your gag reflex. Your toes curled as your body moved from his heavy thrusts.
Your cock was leaking pre-cum all over your tummy as you itched over to quickly jerk yourself off. You needed an orgasm like twenty minutes ago.
âThatâs it. Jerk yourself off.â He said, tightening his grip on your throat. You didnât need to be told twice as you quickly grabbed your cock and began jerking off to the rhythm of his thrusts. Your hips jerked up as your body was taking over by the pleasure.
Ye-Jun smirked as he quickened his pace, widening his stance as he slammed his cock deep inside your throat. You could feel yourself choking just a bitâalmost forgetting to breathe.
âNose. Use your nose.â Ye-Jun suddenly grunted out, noticing your hands frantically gripping at the bed. You felt like an idiot for forgetting to do that but you tried to give yourself a pass at being too taken with the pleasure.
You moved your hand back to your cock and quickly jerked yourself off, ready to finally meet your first orgasm. Ye-Jun seemed close as well judging by his moans. It felt like your body was spasming as your cock finally squirted cum onto your stomach, shooting up to your chest.
Ye-Jun pulled his cock out as you let out a strangled and hoarse scream. Your hips jerked upwards as you continued jerking yourself off during your orgasm. Wet tears streamed down your face as you took a deep breath, trying to calm down as your body shook from the intense sensation.
Your neck hurt so you tried to move to rest properly on the bed but didnât get to move far when Ye-Jun gripped your throat. A shocked gasp left your throat as you looked up at him to see him smirking at you.
âHey, donât be so selfish.â He used his free hand to jerk himself as he pointed his cock right at your face. You could only squirm in his grip, hands reaching up to try and pull his hand off your throat. But it was useless, he was larger than you.
White cum squirted from Ye-Junâs cock, landing right on your face. You quickly shut your eyes as it landed on your lips, cheeks, and nose. Luckily nowhere near your eyes. Ye-Jun rubbed at your throat before pulling away.
His touch was soft. You almost called back for him. But you couldnât speak. This feeling felt different. Like you could just sleep peacefully and wake up refreshed the next day.
Was this⌠the sub space Dohyun mentioned? Did Ye-Jun really make you feel this safe despite everything?
The sound of a zipper pulling up caught your hears as you finally opened your eyes. He was far away. Too far. You had to hold back the childish whimper that threatened to leave you.
ââŚâher you âing..?â You managed to hoarsely mutter.
Ye-Jun tilted his hand at you as he grinned. âYou look good with cum on your face, (Name). Itâs my favorite sight.â He pulled out his phone and took a picture. You didnât even have the mental strength to yell at him for that.
He walked away and you strained to watch him as he slipped on his sneakers. He was leaving? Leaving you like this? You grunted, using your strength to sit up properly on the bed as you stared at him in shock.
âYouâre not..â
âLeaving? Yeah, Iâm leaving.â Ye-Jun said, grabbing his jacket and baseball cap off the hook.
He looked back over at you, his face unreadable.âI hate you, remember? Just like you hate me. Isnât that our relationship? Weâre fuck buddies now.â
With that, he left. You stared at the door in shock as you tried to calm down. What the fuck? Fuck buddies? Your heart felt odd. You felt as if you were having trouble breathing.
What was wrong with you?
You pushed yourself off the bed, kneeling down to grab your jeans as you pulled out your phone. Tears began to fall onto the screen as you shakily pressed the first contact you came across in your messages.
âWonnie HyungâŚ?â You hiccuped. âI need you.â
â ë°ëëĄ ę°ęł ěë ę˛ ę°ěě â
âIâm going to murder him.â
You looked over at Junho as he paced around Won-Shikâs bedroom. Won-Shik was beside you on the bed with an uncharacteristically blank stare. When you had called him he had practically ran to where you were.
The look on his face when you opened the door was something you didnât want to see again.
âSo he was angry at you and then did all that?â Won-Shik suddenly spoke, the first time in the hour he brought you home. You mutely nodded, burrowing yourself into the bedsheets. It was embarrassing to tell your band mate this but you didnât exactly have anyone else.
No way in hell were you going to Roha. Or worse, your parents. You havenât exactly spoken to them in five years.
Junho groaned, rubbing at his head. âWhy is he like this? Does he even like you? He says he was lonely when you left but now that he has you again heâs acting like a fucking fool?â
âIâm a fool for going back to him.â You whispered, sighing to yourself. Junho frowned as he finally sat down on the bed, rubbing your head.
âDonât beat yourself, (Name)-Ah. You just.. You must really like him. Iâm not sure why, but he mustâve been a good person before this all happened.â
âHe was. But Iâm starting to think I love him because heâs the first boyfriend Iâve ever had.â
âCould be that. But even when you were away from himâdid you still think about him?â
âOf course. I always thought about him. Iâm so confused with myself.â
Junho gave you a comforting smile as he moved to lay down with you on the bed. You couldnât help but laugh as he wrapped the blanket around you like a cocoon and hug you to his chest.
Won-Shik hummed, catching your attention. He looked over at you and gave you a tight smile. âIâve thought about what to do and unfortunately they all come up with me getting a murder charge.â
âI can still be your alibi.â Junho said seriously.
âTempting.â
âPlease donât.â You whined, pouting. âI think Iâll get more depressed if heâs gone for good and youâll be locked up in jail.â
âYouâre too nice, (Name)-Ah.â Won-Shik sighed, shaking his head. He pulled out his phone and got up. âI need to tell Dohyun Hyung. Iâll be back.â He left the room, leaving you and Junho alone.
Junho nuzzled your hair before sighing softly. âWhyâd you tell him that we slept together, (Name)-Ah? That was dangerous.â
âHe would never hurt me physically.â
âBut he has no problem hurting you mentally.â
You only closed your eyes, burying your face into the blanket cocoon. You were too mentally tired to think about this right now. Right now, you wanted to the warmth of Junho and your blanket cocoon.
It seemed you fell asleep because you woke up to Young-Jae on the bed with you. He was wrapped around you like an octopus, leg and arm over your body. Soft snores left his throat as you could see drool on his chin. You almost laughed at the sight.
Another body pressed against you as you looked to your left to see Dohyun right beside you, fast asleep. He looked like an angel compared to Young-Jaeâs chaotic form. Dohyunâs arms were cross against his chest as his hair somehow stayed perfectly neat. How could one sleep like that?
A grunt left Young-Jae as he mumbled something before he opened his eye. His eye narrowed in on you as if he was trying to see if you were awake.
ââŚ.?egah?â
âWhat?â You laughed, watching as he sat up, pulling away from you. Young-Jae yawned, stretching his arms out before turning to look down at you.
âHowâd you sleep?â He asked.
âGood. This cocoon is comforting.â
Young-Jae nodded as he rubbed his bed head. He glanced around before humming. âDo you want to talk about it?â
âAbout Kim Ye-Jun?â
âNo. The sub space.â
âSub space? Did I really get into it?â
âIâm guessing. With how Won-Shik described your behavior when he came to get you. Have you ever experienced it before?â
âNo⌠I donât think Kim Ye-Jun knows anything about that type of stuff. Our sex back then was pretty vanilla. Itâs only the two times weâve fucked that heâs been more mean and dominant during sex.â
âSo you guys didnât discuss any boundaries or anything like that?â
âNo. Why would we?â
Young-Jae sighed. âOf course. Well heâs still a dick either way even if you were both naive to what you were doing. Did he really say he hated you?â
You hummed, looking down.
âHeâs insane. He acts so lovey dovey on Instagram but he seems unhinged in person.â
âItâs likeâŚâ You frown, pursing your lips together. âHe has trouble speaking his feelings when weâre face to face. But on text, he acts like how he used to act before we broke up.â
âDo you think⌠he does it on purpose? Or maybe he just doesnât realize?â
âI donât know. I want him to realize how heâs affecting me. First I think heâs acting loving towards me and then he does shit like this.â
âI told you,â Young-Jae smirked. âYouâre going to have to punch him. You gotta let him know he isnât the boss of this relationship if you really wonât leave him. Stop letting him lead the conversations.â
You thought back to what Roha said. How he had to punch some sense into Ye-Jun to tell him how he was being suffocating. Maybe⌠Maybe you did need to stop acting nice.
Kim Ye-Jun would only listen with violence. Because it seemed he never grew up during his high school years.
And if that didnât workâŚ
Youâd have to gain the strength to completely cut Kim Ye-Jun out of your life forever.
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âł ywure intarcating wiz hem agaen i tuld ywu to cemo buck to me
âł thus wel be ywoure fult fagot
âł cho (name) bund wel be reined becaze of ywo
âł kell ywor silf for twryinf to abendon me
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It had been over a week since the whole incident. Ye-Jun had made no attempt to contact you. You kept drafting so many messages on what to send him. Wondering if itâd be better to meet him in person.
You felt like youâd pop a blood vessel if you continued any longer.
So, Won-Shik and Young-Jae took you out to dinner. It was a restaurant youâve never tried so you were excited the entire time. Won-Shik and Young-Jae knew how to get your mind off things with ease.
You felt a pep in your step as you walked behind Young-Jae with Won-Shik beside you. They wanted to take a scenic walk through the park before going home. Won-Shik was showing you something on your phone when Young-Jae suddenly stopped.
âHuh? Something wrong?â You asked, walking up to see what made him pause.
It was Roha, Ye-Jun and another band member of theirs. You couldnât tell who it was until they walked over. Ah, it was Shion. Shionâs eyes narrowed on you as if it was the first time he was ever seeing you. Roha grinned and waved.
Ye-Jun, for the first time in forever, avoided eye contact with you.
You almost thought that it couldnât have been Ye-Jun at all.
âEvening. Iâm Park Shion. I donât think we properly met.â Shion said, holding his hand out. Young-Jae glared at his hand while Won-Shik stepped over and returned his handshake. With Won-Shik being the oldest, he had a duty to protect his maknaes.
âShin Won-Shik. Introduce yourself.â He told you and Young-Jae.
â⌠Lee Young-Jae.â
âCho (Name).â
âIm Roha.â
It was silent before Shion grabbed Ye-Jun by the back of his neck, essentially scuffing him like a cat. Ye-Jun grunted before sending a deadly glare at Shion.
ââŚKim Ye-Jun.â
âI know.â Won-Shik answered, eyeing Ye-Jun up and down. Ye-Jun was 6 foot but was nothing compared to Won-Shikâs 6â3. You had some weirdly tall band mates. It was practically a joke from your company that half of the band shouldâve been volleyball players.
An awkward silence filled the space as the six of you stared at each other. Only Roha seemed amused by everything, a light smirk on his lips as he looked over at you. He chuckled and motioned at Ye-Jun, making a bawling motion with his hands.
Bawling? Kim Ye-Jun bawling? Itâd be a frigid day in hell if that was true.
But Roha wouldnât have any reason to lie to you.
Roha stopped for a moment before he began to mouth something to you.
Geu⌠reul⌠juâŚmeok..eu..ro?
꡸뼟 죟먚ěźëĄ?
Geureul jumeokeuro?
It took a moment before it could register in your mind. Punch him. Roha was telling you to punch him. A grin spread on your lips as you took in Rohaâs advice.
Won-Shik tilted his head as he stared straight at Ye-Jun. âWhy are you bothering my maknae? Are you so lonely that you go after someone you willfully mistreated? Has your personality pushed away everyone that you have to prey on someone who has an unconditional love for you that itâs the cause of their own downfall?â
You watched as he stepped forward, leaning his head down so he could look Ye-Jun straight in the eye. Ye-Junâs lips straightened into a thin line as he stared right back him, eyes narrowing as if he was daring Won-Shik to continue.
That didnât seem to be the right answer as Won-Shik grabbed Ye-Junâs jacket and pulled him close. Roha backed away, an amused smirk on his lips while Shion sighed. He didnât make any effort to help Ye-Jun thoughâhe was shorter than the both of them at 5â9. No way in hell would he risk himself for Ye-Junâs own problem.
âYou talk all that shit to (Name) and Junho but you canât do it to me? Do I scare you, Kim Ye-Jun?â Won-Shik was certainly scaring you. Being tall with a muscular body was just intimidating in general. Pair it with his featuresâhe just looked naturally scary.
It was a thing in the fandom that many of the fans found it hot how scary he could be while cuddly the next.
And right now, you were glad none of the fans ever saw how scary Won-Shik could truly be.
âStop playing with (Name). Because if you truly wanted him like you say, you wouldnât leave him a sobbing mess for us to clean up after you ruined him for your own pleasure.â Won-Shik released his grip on Ye-Jun, shaking his head as he walked away from him.
Young-Jae frowned. âI was hoping youâd punch him.â
Roha laughed. âYeah me too!â
âRoha!â Shion glared at Roha who only laughed, shrugging his shoulders. Ye-Jun rubbed at the collar of his jacket as he straightened it back. He still wouldnât look at you. Somehow that made you angrier than anything heâs done before.
The whole speech you had wanted to give him was long out of your mind at this point. You would probably speak to him another time.
Your feet moved before you could even think. The others watched you, Won-Shik instinctively reaching out to stop you. Ye-Jun finally looked over at you when he noticed you from his peripheral vision. He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him.
â(Name)ââ
A shocked yell left Shion as everyone watched in shock as you slam your fist square inbetween Ye-Junâs eyes. Ye-Junâs balance stumbled as he grunted at the force, about to fall to the ground until Roha grabbed his arms. Roha began laughing, holding Ye-Jun from off the floor.
âI didnât think youâd actually punch him!â Young-Jae yelled, unsure if he should feel proud or shocked.
You whined, shaking your right hand as you brought it up to your face to see your knuckles were bleeding. Fuck, did punching people always hurt like this?
âYouâre so funny, Cho (Name)! I meant it metaphorically but he deserved to be punched!â Roha laughed.
âWait, you never punched..? But you said you socked him in the face?â You cried, wondered how the fuck you were wrong in your interpretation of events.
âPoor wording. I did shove him against a table and he ended up hurting his face from the fall. But this is the best day of my life!â
Shion looked mostly shocked. He glanced down at Ye-Jun. âShit, heâs bleeding. How am I going to explain this to Riwoo Hyung?!â
Roha shrugged. âTell him Ye-Jun fucked around and found out. Letâs go, Iâm tired of holding him up.â
Won-Shik was just staring at you, mouth agape before a wide grin spread on his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up, spinning around despite your yelps for him to put you down.
âCho (Name)!! Who knew you had it in you? Youâre not just a cute maknae, youâre a strong maknae! You mightâve broke his nose!â
Young-Jae walked over to you two and smirked. âLetâs hope he doesnât hate you enough to press charges.â
You and Won-Shik stopped celebrating as realization began to settle in. Ah fuck. You looked over to see Roha and Shion dragging Ye-Jun away. Roha looked back and waved goodbye, giving you a thumbs up.
It was so odd that Ye-Junâs childhood friend would enjoy seeing his friend get beat. Shion didnât even seem too upset. You could see them both struggle a bit, Roha and Shion were slimmer compared to Ye-Junâs stocker build as they dragged him away.
Won-Shik finally placed you on the ground as he lovingly patted your head. âLetâs not tell Dohyun Hyung. Heâd have a heart attack.â
Young-Jae hummed. âYeah, Jagi might pass out and I wonât get to fuck him tonight.â
You and Won-Shik stared at Young-Jae with an unimpressed expression. âGross.â You said in unison.
âWhat?â
The rest of the walk back to the apartment complex was fun. Won-Shik kept complimenting you about the punch while saying you shouldâve went for a different form. It was the reason why you ended up hurting your hand just as bad.
Your right hand was in total pain. Your knuckles bloody. It hurt to flex your hand so you were just keeping it as still as possible until Yuki could dress your wound once you got home. Though it would be a pain to explain what happened to Yuki.
Hopefully heâd be proud of you.
Just as you reached the door to the complex, the sight of someone caused you to froze.
Standing near the building dressed in a white t-shirt and a puffy black jacket with black sweatpants. You almost thought you were going crazy until the person took off their cap and pulled down their mask.
Song Noeul.
He looked prettier in person. His lips pulled into a wide smile. â(Name) Hyung?â His voice like a melody. You always wondered why he quit singing when his voice was so soft and sweet.
âSONG NOEUL?! I love your dramas!!!â Won-Shik yelled, practically vibrating in excitement. Noeul looked shocked at first before smiling at Won-Shik. He bowed his head.
âThank you, Shin Won-Shik.â
âYOU KNOW MY NAME?!? HAHAH!!! Call me Won-Shik Hyung, please!!!!â
âCalm the fuck down, Hyung.â Young-Jae muttered. âHeâs here for (Name), not for you to fanboy all over him.â
Won-Shik quickly schooled his expression, nodding. âYes, of course. Right. Haha. Weâll leave you two alone.â He didnât make an effort to move so Young-Jae grabbed his arm and began to pull him away.
âWait, wait!!! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH NEXT TIME YOU VISIT!!! PLEASE VISIT AGAIN!!! (Name)!!! This your chance!!!â Won-Shik screamed even as Young-Jae pulled him inside the complex.
You blushed in embarrassment, biting your lip as Noeul only laughed. He turned his attention over to you.
âYour Instagram posts are cute.â Noeul said. âI didnât know if I was imagining it the first time but Iâm glad I wasnât. I missed talking to you.â
âWhy.. Why did you lose contact with me?â You whispered.
Noeul frowned. âIâm sorry, Hyung. I didnât want to. But Iâve been⌠Iâve been stalked for a while and my manager told me to change my number. But she didnât allow me to get most of my contacts back that werenât her and my parents. She said I couldnât trust anyone since it was the beginning of my career. Itâs always fragile in the beginning.â
âAre you still being stalked?â
âNot that I know of. Iâm still advised to be careful.â He pulled out his phone and smiled. âBut I wanted to get your number anyway. I wanted my hyung back.â
You stared at his phone before reaching over to grab it, putting in your number. A gummy smile pulled on his lips as he giggled, stepping closer to you.
âIâm taller than you now. You didnât grow at all.â
You pouted. âRude. Is that any way to talk to your hyung?â
âMhm, maybe?â
Noeul and you broke into a fit of giggles. It was nice to see him again. Alive and well. You subconsciously flexed your right hand and groaned. Noeul frowned, leaning in closer as he caught sight of your hand.
âHyungâŚ! What happened? Are you okay?â He gently grasped your hand, bringing it close as he took in the damage. His finger almost threatened to accidentally rub against the wound but he stopped himself just in time.
âAh.. I punched someone.â
âPunch..? Who?!â
âHah, Kim Ye-Jun.â
âKim⌠Kim Ye-Jun?! Black Roseâs Kim Ye-Jun?! What did he do to deserve that?â
âItâs a long story. Iâll tell you another time.â
Noeul frowned but nodded his hand. âOkay. Itâs getting late, I should go back before my manager notices Iâm gone.â
âYou didnât tell her that you left? Song Noeul!â
âItâs okay. Iâm only a twenty minute walk away from here.â
You glared at him, almost wanting to chastise him but decided against it. It almost felt like you never stopped talking to him. Noeul blinked, staring at you for a second before his eyes flickered down to your lips.
âYou hurt your lip too..?â
His finger gently touched the scab on your bottom lip. It was from Ye-Jun. He really had bite your lip open. You watched Noeul as he frowned slightly. His gaze softened.
âYouâre still so accident prone, Hyung.â
You stopped yourself from saying it was from the same man. Instead, you leaned closer into Noeulâs space. His body stiffen for a second and you almost stepped away until he took a stepped forward.
âI should get going.â He whispered.
âMhm. Yeah, I need to get my wound dressed.â
It felt like time stopped as you pressed your body against his. Your eyes fluttered close as you leaned on your toes. You didnât feel anything for a moment and almost believed you were reading too far into things when soft lips pressed against yours.
The kiss was slow. Almost like you both were scared that you were dreaming. Like a peck youâd give your first ever boyfriend. You didnât want to deepen it. The pure feeling you got from Noeul was everything you wanted. No, needed.
You pulled away from the kiss and slowly opened your eyes. Noeul smiled as he rubbed at your cheek. You hadnât even noticed that you were crying. After months of Kim Ye-Jun, a love you wished could be like it was before⌠Song Noeul felt safe.
But you didnât want to use him. You couldnât use him for your own selfish benefit. So you reluctantly pulled away. Noeul didnât stop you, allowing you to slip from his hold.
âSorry⌠I justâŚâ
âItâs okay, Hyung.â Noeul smiled. âYâknow, it reminded me of our first ever kiss. I kissed you that day and you pulled away, apologizing right after.â
âOh, yeahâŚâ
âSo I know that weâll be okay. Iâm donât know what I feel for you, Hyung. Iâm not sure if itâs nostalgia but I want you. Iâve liked you since that winter we met. I think I still like you. I havenât been able to connect with anyone after you.â
âI⌠I feel the same. But I need to explain to you something before we can continue, okay? Just not tonight. Iâm too tired.â You confessed, biting your lip.
Noeul hummed, seemingly understanding. âOkay. Iâll let you go up, Hyung. Talk to you soon.â He slipped on his cap and pulled up his mask, waving goodbye as he walked away. You watched him walk for a moment before going inside when you couldnât see him anymore.
You were in the elevator when you got a text. You pulled out your phone and checked the message.
It was from Noeul.
It was just a pictureâan older one. He looked shy in the picture, mostly looking at you who was holding the phone to do a selfie. Your grin was wide as you held up a peace sign. Noeul was following you as he held a makeshift peace sign that didnât fully extend. It almost looked like he was doing air quotes.
A smile spread across your lips.
It felt nice to finally have someone calming in your life resurface.
Ice to cool you down from the fire that was Kim Ye-Jun.
But of course, you shouldnât have gotten so comfortable.
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Uhm, dude. I donât know if you know this, but Iâm not Song Noeul? You got the wrong number
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Also, youâre fucking insane and canât spell for shit
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â no way ă
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heâs gay??
â shameless to be making out in public
â wtf? Iâve been simping over a gay man??
â gross ă
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â ugh, waste of a man!!
â Iâm not sure why you girls are whining, not like you wouldâve had a chance with him anyway ă
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â isnât he in a recent drama with a kid???
â poor kid ă
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we gotta get him out before he gets the kid
â thereâs literal rapists walking free in the film industry, but sure, homotron 3000 is the problem
â uhm, why is no one weirded out that some of these pictures are taken in the privacy of Song Noeulâs home????!
â is it just me or does it look like he has bruises on his body for a few of these pics?? Dispatch wtf?
â he literally looks underaged in some of these pictures?? Why am I seeing a minors nudes?
â it doesnât matter that itâs pixilated, why are you showing this?! Guys we gotta report the post
â Moon Taeil literally exists and yall seem more angry at a gay man??
â I donât care that he likes sucking dick, at least he can act
â yall are so fucking funny. If Song Noeul dies because of this donât pretend you care about celebrities mental health for a week before forgetting all about him
â fucking gross, he probably makes Black Rose uncomfortable ă
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â heâs dating Love Countdownâs Cho (Name)???
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@Dohyungotafatty (â639 â248)
âł damn, I was wrong. Cho (Name) isnât dating Kim Ye-Jun ă
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@junhoswhore (â1264 â387)
âł uh, isnât this revenge porn?
@yukiiwukki (â2763 â19)
âł the person who sold the info to dispatch seem insane ă
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why do we have to know about an actorâs love life?
@_loveandfear (â635 â127)
âł heâs literally a minor in some of the pictures, dispatch fucking delete these
@jaesflatass (â3872 â498)
âł I forgot homophobia existed ă
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@lovewonshiik (â835 â376)
âł the cute guys are always gay⌠I hope Won-Shik is straight ă
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@Dohyungotafatty (â1972 â287)
âł itâs not like you had a chance ă
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@freakfundashi (â532 â9)
âł It doesnât feel right to make a sex joke right now ă
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I hope Song Noeul is okay
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Roha Hyung
âł donât check online. Donât check your comments, please donât. Take care of yourself.
Wonnie Hyung
âł stay home, (Name). Iâm coming with Manager Nayoung
Dohyunie Hyung
âł Iâm sorry this is happening to you, baby. Donât leave your room. Jae and I are coming over, weâre just stuck in traffic
Jae Hyung
âł it was him right?! Iâm going to fucking kill him
âł this better not have been Kim Ye-Jun I swear to god
Jun Jun Hyung
âł (Name)⌠open the door please. I know you hear me. Please, I need to make sure youâre okay
Ki Ki Hyung
âł donât test me, (Name). I will unscrew the bolts of your door if you donât open it now
Manager Choi Nayoung
âł donât you dare think weâre angry at you, Cho (Name). Iâm sorry you were outed like this. Iâm coming now to check on you. Weâll figure out how to deal with this and find out who sold the information to dispatch.
Kim âSon of a bitchâ Ye-Jun
âł Cho (Name). Stop looking at the comments. I know you are. It might hurt now but know those people arenât even your fans.
âł not even that, why do you care about the feelings of someone youâd never meet? Of someone who would be a coward to say it to you in person?
âł itâs not my place but Noeul isnât answering his phone⌠please check on him. Iâm worried
My sunset
âł Hyung
âł itâs all my fault. I shouldnât have came to see you. I ruined you. Please donât hate me. Please please. Iâll fix it. Iâll handle everything.
âł I just need to confess. Thereâs no point in denying it. Iâm just sorry you will have to learn about this in a public setting
âł Iâll just tell you now. It was my ex boyfriend. But please⌠please donât look at any more of the pictures. I donât.. I donât want you to see me like that.
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Song Noeulâs shocking past; revealed by supposed ex lover!
Plus evidence of Love Countdownâs Cho (Name) and Song Noeulâs budding romance since 20XX!
Your eyes grazed over the post multiple times.
You just couldnât be happy for a second could you? Now you dragged Noeul down with you when he was dealing with something arguably worse.
You could hear Junho and Yuki calling you from outside your door. You almost got up to open the door before Yuki kept his promise when your phone began ringing.
It was your mother.
Hehe, suddenly thereâs a whole story line? This wasnât supposed to be 16k words. If you noticed, Ye-Jun isnât the only love interest anymore, get ready to learn more about Song Noeul in chapter 3 :) Iâm finally giving threesomes a chance. Get used to porn with plot from me lol
Anyway thank @teyvat-writer for the idea for reader to punch Ye-Jun.
Tag list: @the-ultimate-librarian @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life25 @love-kha1 @star-3214 @terapung @flurrina @smellwell @iwishtobeacrow @rhetorical-conscience @mooncarvers-world @tehyunnie @remdayz @ofclyde @tomoeroi @cherry-blossoms-187 @kiiyoooo @glittervame
Translations:
â ë ꡸ëëĄ ë°ěë¤ěŹ, ëě ëë ¤ě´ â â accept me as I am, your fear
ë돴 ěëťě, ě기. â itâs pretty, Jagi
â ě°¨ę°ě´ ë¤ ëě´ ë뼟 ěźěź â â your cold eyes swallow me
â ëśěíę˛ ë§ëë ęą°ěź ě? â â why are you making me anxious?
â ë°ëëĄ ę°ęł ěë ę˛ ę°ěě â â it seems like Iâm moving backwards
Songs used: Monster by EXO, beyOnd by OnlyOneOfâs Nine, and Not Mine by Day6
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Memories of Grandpa Hank
I'm eating a bag of mormon gorp that tastes like gasoline while watching the rain run down the mountain. The taste doesn't even bother me anymore - all homemade gorp tastes like this. It's just a natural consequence of everyone keeping their prepper shit in their garages.Â
My dad's out in the clearing, wandering around with his GPS. He's got some pieces of wire out on top of it to try and make the effective antennae bigger, but it just makes it look like he's dowsing. Another mormon tradition. I ask him if he's close to find water yet, and he looks up at me, little rivers flowing off him, and says yeah - he can feel it.Â
I'm sure he can. I settle under my tree and watch the droplets roll down the needles. Awaiting the final judgement of Judge GPS.Â
A few minutes later, it provides:Â
Turns out my dad forgot to record the location of the car this morning. The GPS remembers where we parked yesterday, but by luck my dad knows how to get from there to our car. Downside is that it's a nine mile walk just to get to yesterday's position, then another five miles to backtrack. That's fourteen miles total.Â
I'm only thirteen.Â
Think you can make it? my dad asks. And it's a kindness that he's worried, but it's not like there's an alternative. What else would I do, sit down in the murk and cross my fingers he finds me again? Ask him to carry me 14 miles?Â
I'll be pretty jelly legged, I say. But yeah. I'll make it.Â
Attaboy, he says. He fishes a bag of poptarts out and offers me one as - I think - a peace offering. A, sorry you're gonna have to walk 14 miles in the rain because I goofed kind of gift.Â
I take a bite and, despite being individually wrapped, it still manages to taste like diesel fumes. We start hiking our incredibly long distance in terrible weather for foolish reasons, and I joke to my dad that the only way to make this day any more mormon would be by pushing handcarts.Â
He laughs. Neither of us laugh again until 11 pm, when we stumble like drunkards into camp. My grandpa has stayed up late to make sure we werenât lost, but he only stays up long enough to see us arrive. We try to eat a dinner of sweet potato stew, but after falling asleep in the middle twice, we agree to just go to bed.Â
I sleep in well past nine and wake up to nobody in camp but my grandpa. My dad left with my sister to keep hunting around 5 am. I know that everyone assumes that their dad is invincible when they're 13, but I'm 28 now and part of me still thinks he's gonna live forever. That God made exactly one perpetual motion machine, and it raised me in the desert.Â
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Around noon my grandpa suggests hunting again. If it was my dad, I'd probably tune him out, but I like my grandpa's style of hunting. My dad hikes and hikes and hikes until the elk get tired and just let him shoot them. My grandpa finds the sleepiest, sunniest, coziest field and takes a nap there, figuring if the elk have any decent taste they'll come there at some point.
Man's got a knack for knowing what elk like - he's right more often than not. I think he might've been an elk in a previous life.Â
I go with him, and much as I hate to admit it, the hike is good for me. I start off walking like a pirate on two peg legs, so stiff I might as well not have knees, but by the end of the mile and a half walk I'm almost normal. We make it to the edge of the clearing, and my grandpa finds a patch of grass taller and softer than the beds inside the trailer, and he curls up to sleep there. I look across the grass and I watch the comings and goings of critters through the field. Sometimes I use the scope to get a magnified view, but I never do so with my hand on the trigger. The thought of accidentally looking a person through that glass is something that sends a chill up my spine.Â
Some deer wander through the glen, but it'd take a fool to mistake one of them for an elk. A few hours later, my grandpa wakes up and asks if I want to wander around a little. It's a lovely day. Rain comes in bursts in Arizona, and the day after is almost always clear as can be. And for a short while, all the desert browns turn green and lush. Hard mosses turn squishy and cacti swell up like fresh baked muffins and for a while you can get why people settled in these god forsaken wastes.Â
So I go with him, and we walk on, me with my gun, him just taking in the forest. He looks so peaceful that I get a little jealous, but it's not until my grandpa stops and looks at me that I even notice it myself. Takes a mirror, sometimes, to know yourself.
Being near my grandpa is always a strange thing for me. He's quiet, and he doesn't talk much, and I don't ever get the feeling that he's particularly emotionally intelligent - but it's like he's interacting with a reality more raw and real than mine. Like I'm watching symbols on a screen and he's counting atoms. And sometimes, just being near him gives me access to that raw matter. Just something about how he is breaks the illusions of the world.
He looks at the gun like a foreign object, like he doesn't recognize it, then he looks at me. He speaks and he doesn't mince words.Â
What would you do if an elk came across the path and you shot it right now? he asks.Â
Well, I'd start cleaning it, I say, and he waves the words away like cobwebs in his face.Â
But would you celebrate? he presses.
And I look at him, and I don't actually see any judgement staring back. He knows the answer, and he's at peace with it. Heâs asking so I can see it too. Heâs being a mirror so I can see my own face.
I think I might actually cry, I admit. And he nods along in agreement before reaching forward to take the gun off my shoulder.Â
Lets just walk today, he says. No chance of killing anything. No worrying about that.Â
Right, I say.Â
He pops the chamber open and tosses me back my bullet. I catch it, and the relief I feel is palpable.Â
Can I change my mind? I ask, and he shrugs.
Whenever you want. Hunt or donât. Itâs not the hunting that Iâm worried about. Itâs seeing you ignore your conscience.
And for a moment, I'm there in the real world with him, and my gloves are off, and reality is a metal cube in my hand: Sharp and cold and heavy.
Or maybe thatâs just the bullet.
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We make it back to camp a bit later than my dad. We get there and heâs waiting for us. If he's tired, he doesn't show it.Â
How'd it go? he asks. My grandpa looks at me, and I don't know how to respond. I don't know how to explain it, and I am scared.Â
Great, he replies. It's a shame Babs only has a doe tag. We saw a five-point out there. Close enough to hit with a football.Â
No, my dad says. If his grin was a half inch wider, both ends of his mouth would meet in the back of his head and everything above his tongue would slide off.
Tell him Babs, grandpa says. And, not for the first time, and especially not the last, I try my hand at spinning a yarn.Â
It's pretty good. But at 13, I still have a lot to learn.
#i've been reading some cormac mccarthy lately and i decided to try my hand at present tense#it was pretty rough but a fun experiment#kind of like writing with my left hand instead of my right#been thinking about my grandpa lately#miss him#wild world out there#babylon-lore
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HAVE YOU DONE IT BEFORE?
HUH YUNJIN X READER
FT. LE SSERAFIM, NEW JEANS MINJI AND AESPA GISELLE
TAGS: VIRGIN, SIZE KINK, MOUTH CUM, CREAMPIE
3K WORDS

College is a different world. Girls celebrate when they take someoneâs virginity. Body counts became a social status. The campus finds out that one of the freshmen in the basketball team is still a virgin. Yunjin, a popular sophomore, takes this as a challenge. On Halloween night, she sought to have your first time.
âHow can I get the basketball teamâs attention?â Yunjin is laying on a bed with her friends, brainstorming what costume they will wear at the Halloween party. âLetâs wear some Jerseys!â Kazuha sits up, surprised herself that she came up with that idea. âThatâs not a costume,â chaewon interrupted. âIt doesnât matter, what jersey will we wear?â Yunjin is excited with the idea.

All heads are turned when Yunjin and her group sets foot in the Halloween party. For this yearâs Halloween. It will be celebrated in one of the frat houses. It is a big house, and selected people can go to a few rooms to have âprivacy.â They donât need to look for the basketball team as they are the loudest and the most chaotic boys on the campus. They are seated in the lounge area of the house surrounded by girls who're also shooting their shots.

âThe fuck?â Yunjin blurted when a girl who was dressed in a punk princess costume bumped into her. Minji, a freshman who looks too young to be in college, apologizes quickly. Sheâs looking around her friends who left her to be with some boys. âWatch where youâre going! Gosh,â Yunjin let it go just because she doesnât want her mood to get ruined.
The girls walk up in front of the players, wanting to get noticed. A senior saw the girls wearing Lakers jerseys. âLakers! Lakers!â The team erupted in a chant. âDo you know the lakers?â Another senior asks the girls. âTell us about them for tonightâ Yunjin rebutted with a smile. Kazuhaâs plan of wearing a basketball jersey just worked. Now all she needs to do is to have private time with the freshman.
Sheâs looking around to find the Freshman as he only saw him in pictures. The freshman is in the corner in between some sophomoreâs players. Yunjinâs eyes widened when she noticed that the freshman was bigger than some players. The freshman has been recruited in the basketball team based on physical aspect alone. You are the back up center of the team as they ought to develop your skill set with his 4 year tenure in college.
You are taller and bigger than anyone your age, thatâs why you grew up being an outcast as everyone feels intimidated by your sheer size. This hinders your social skills, thus being shy around people. Yunjin pauses for a second, thinking if she still will pursue you. She is not a stranger to taking big cocks but your body tells you that you might have the biggest cock she will ever see.
Chaewon notices the brunette girlâs hesitation. âCan you imagine how popular you might get by taking the virginity of the biggest guy on the campus?â The short-haired girl said. She might not be able to walk properly for a few days but the fame she will have is enough for her to continue on her pursuit. âHey, big boy~â Yunjin said to you as she sat on your lap. âDamn you got this boy!â, âdonât let us down big boy!â The basketball team cheered in excitement as one of their freshmen just got a chick for tonight.
âH-hi,â you said awkwardly as Yunjin was sitting on your right thigh. The brunette smiles as she thought it would be easy to get you tonight. âI heard a lot of things about you,â She said while holding the guyâs arms, gently feeling his muscles. You took a big gulp as this is the first time girls advance on you like this. âI heard you were strongâŚâ she continued as her fingers ran all over the guy's arms. âI heard rumors on how strong you are!â Your teammate said. Yunjinâs friends are now in between the players.

But one girl has caught Yunjin's attention, she has long pink hair and is wearing a Spider-Man costume. One of the senior players has his arms around the girl as they are obviously flirting with each other. The girl looks familiar but she doesnât know her name. She has seen her a few times in the hallway before, concluding that the girl is also a sophomore like her.
âLift her up!â Your teammate shouts. âLift her up, lift her up!â The rest of the team chant in unison. You look at Yunjin waiting for a response. She just smiles at you before whispering: âlift me up like a trophy.â The way she said it turns you on. For a brief moment, you forgot how socially awkward you are. You put your hands on her armpit as you lift Yunjin before standing up. Yunjin is surprised at how easy it is for you to lift her. She felt something⌠knowing that you can just toss her around like a rag doll. Pools of fantasies flash on her mind.
The team erupts with the display of your strength. The pink haired girl has been also lifted up in the air by the player sheâs flirting with. Yunjin felt annoyed as she doesnât like sharing the spotlight with another girl. Giselle doesnât care about whatâs happening around her. All she cares about is that getting lifted in the air might be the last straw. She wraps her legs around the basketball player and hugs him into a kiss.
The basketball team and the crowd pause for a moment before the crowds erupt in a roar. They are all shook by the sudden show of affection between the two. The crowd continues to cheer as Giselle has been put on top of the guy's shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. She carries Giselle upstairs to get a room of themselves.
âYou should also get a room!â, âcarry her as well!â Your teammate said excited for you to bag the brunette. Yunjin seeâs this perfect opportunity and took it. âYes! Letâs get to know more about each other upstairs!â She said giggling but her eyes were hinting at something else. This makes you nervous but you don't want to disappoint Yunjin. You pick her up by the waist and legs, carrying him upstairs like a princess.
âHave you done it before?â Yunjin asked as if she didn't know the answer. âD-done what before?â You know what sheâs insinuating but you donât know how to answer her. You can lie and tell that you have an experience but she may sense your inexperience or you can just tell the truth but you thought this will turn her off. âHmm, letâs ask a different question, have you kissed a girl before?â
âY-Yes,â you said feeling guilty. You have been kissed on the lips by your highschool classmate before. âNo no, I feel jealous,â Yunjin pouts, her face looking sad. Yunjin doesnât really care about it, she is just acting jealous to get a reaction from you. Not knowing what to do, you try to explain yourself to her. âCan you kiss me as well?â Yunjin said hoping she can start the action by making out with you.
Agreeing with her, Yunjin sits on top of you again. She puts her two arms around your neck. You canât look her in the eye as you donât know exactly how to kiss a girl. âItâs okay, just close your eyes, let me kiss you,â she assures you. You close your eyes waiting for her lips, she closes the distance between your lips before giving you a peck in the lips. You thought thatâs it and tried to open your eyes but you felt another kiss from her. The kiss lasted longer in your lips, and you felt her tongue trying to go inside your mouth.
Her kiss becomes more passionate and now her tongue is being persistent in entering your mouth. You feel your cock twitch as it gets harder. Yunjin notices this too as she felt your buldge. She smiles as she knows that what sheâs doing is working. She continues to kiss you with now holding your face, she tries to make it as passionate as she can. Sheâs initiating a make out session with you.
Opening your mouth, trying to kiss her back. Her tongue finally enters your mouth as itâs inviting your tongue for a torrid kissing. This is your first time having a make out session, you try to follow her rhythm as you move your tongue but Yunjin just kisses you deeper, having her tongue exploring your mouth. Your kissing has now become a sloppy one. Mouths are wetting as youâre sharing saliva, Yunjin finally pulls back to take a breath.
Yunjin heard a loud bang that came from the opposite room but she didnât mind it. Giselle got pinned against the wall in the other room. âLet me see your cock,â the brunette said. You froze for a moment, you donât want to but you donât want to turn her down as well. Yunjin continues as she didnât receive any disapproval from you. She kneels to pull your pants down to your feet. She got shine on how big it really is.
She is expecting you to have a big cock based on your height and body but your cock is more massive than expected. It has a grit as big as your forearm. Yunjin gulps in nervousness, she is in too deep now to go back. She spits on your cock multiple times before smearing it all over your cock. Sheâs trying to lubricate your cock to make it easy sucking it.
You moan just by her touch, your cock is being touched by a girl for the first time. Yunjin finds it cute that youâre already moaning, she strokes your cock faster to elicit more moans from you, she doesn't get disappointed. The brunette is now looking at the thick tip of your cock, thinking if she can take it. âImagine how popular you will get,â are the words that ring on her mind before putting your cock in her mouth.
With just your tip, Yunjin's mouth is already stretched. Youâre looking at her intensely, this is the first time you've had a blowjob, you donât want to miss any details of it. The girl got motivated by your enthusiasm. She tries to lower her face, to have more of your cock. Sheâs halfway through your shaft but she finally gag. Your huge cock is too much for her mouth. Her cheeks are filled up by the girth of your cock. Your dick could compete with the biggest dicks on porn sites even Yunjin knows that.
She looks back at you with helplessness written on her face. She canât take more of it. She pulls her head up to take a needed break. Tears are forming on her eyes as she coughs. The brunette looks defeated. She worries that if the campus finds out she canât take your cock, she might lose her popular status. She gathers herself, ties her hair up and puts your cock on her mouth again.
Yunjin tries different approaches to swallow your whole cock. First, she tried to go as slow as possible, she wanted to make herself get used to the size of your cock. This doesnât add inches on how much of your cock she can take. Second, she tried to go fast, her head bobbing faster on your cock. With this method, she forced herself to take more than just of your massive cock. This also feels good to you, her tight mouth is sucking you over and over again.
âMhmm! WTF?!â Yunjin was surprised by your sudden release. You donât know how to hold it yet and sheâs sucking you too good. This made the girl pull away. Her mouth is full of your load, some of it drools down on her face. She thought that she should have anticipated that you will cum fast because youâre still inexperienced. Yunjin doesnât want to spit it out, she opens her mouth to show you the amount of cum you released on her, she puts her tongue out to show more of it before finally swallowing it.
âHa Ha, did I suck you that good? Tell everyone I give the best head!â Yunjin hysterically laughs, she might not be able to deepthroat your whole cock, she takes your orgasm as a victory. She strokes your cock again, surprised as you didnât lose any hardness after you just released. Yunjin hands look way too small when holding your massive cock. Even when she holds it with two hands, it will only cover a half of your cock.
The brunette stands up to remove her jeans, she makes sure to turn her back against yours to give you a good view of her ass. She pulls down her underwear, bending down as she lowers it. Yunjin has a well shaped ass. You were surprised that she has a nice ass in her petite build. The girl sits on your lap again. She sits directly on top of your cock, you can feel her wet slit grinding against your cock as Yunjin tries to tease you before taking your virginity.
The girl squats up while reaching your cock, it aligns it to her slit. You already moan as your tip enters her pussy. This made her laugh for a bit, Yunjin tries to hide the fact that sheâs nervous. The girl lowers herself slowly, you can feel her tight slit hugging your cock. Just by taking the tip and some of your shaft, Yunjin struggles to sit deeper as she is already stretched out. The girl doesnât like being in a vulnerable position, she doesnât want you to think that sheâs weak because she canât take your cock.
she lets out a war cry before carelessly sitting deep on your cock. This made the two of you moan loudly. Yunjin is stretched out more than even, she moans in pain as your massive cock is stretching her walls to the fullest. You moan loud as this is the first time you felt your cock being inside of a pussy. Her walls are tight and warm, itâs hugging your cock like it wants you to cum already. Even with her desperate attempt, Yunjin hasn't fully sat on your cock as a whole. She just just sits on it more than how deep she deepthroat you.
The brunette is contented by this, she can just make an excuse that no girl can take your cock as a whole and this is the deepest anyone can get. Yunjin is holding on your chest as she tries to pull herself up. This made the two of you moan again loudly. Yunjin feels her walls are collapsing as your massive cock is going out of her. This sensation feels too good for you. Yunjin doesnât care anymore. She repeatedly sits on your cock. Not caring about how painful it is.
Yunjin looks determined, she looks you directly in the eyes with glimpses of hatred. She hates how massive your cock. Yunjin keeps moaning as she continues to sit on your cock. She removed the Lakers jersey as she felt her body heating up. Yunjin's boobs are in front of you. She has small but well shaped boobs that perfectly compliments her frame. She reached for your two hands to put in her boobs.
She feels your cock twitch as you hold her boobs, Yunjin smirks for a bit, even though she's struggling with your cock. She still has full control of the situation. You grab her boobs, squeezing them gently. Yunjin unlocks her bra and removes it to give you a better view of how perfect her body is. She is a confident woman, she knows that one of her strengths is her sexy petite body. She holds your fingers trying to teach you to pinch and play with her perky boobs.
The brunette whoâs on top of you knows moves faster. It doesnât hurt her as much anymore as she gets used to your girth. She tried to go deeper but her human body really has a limit. Yunjin knows find her rhythm, you are are speechless on how good this feels, paired up the sight of a orange haired chick whoâs fucking herself in your cock while her boobs is on your hands.
The girl felt your cock twitching inside her. âCum inside me, tell everyone that I have the best pussy!â Yunjin says loudly. She picks up her pace and guides your hand to her waist to help her get stabilized. Yunjin moans as this feels good now for her too. Your cock twitches more signaling youâre about to cum. Yunjin sits on your cock as deep as possible. She let out a loud moan as your massive cock stretches her slit more. Loads of your hot cum fill her slits. Yunjin feels your cock released more inside her as you cum as much as the first one.
Yunjin tiredly lay down beside you, her slit looks like a mess, her slit is still stretched wide open as loads of cum keep flowing out of her. She made it, she finally took the most massive cock in the campus. She took the biggest freshmanâs virginity. Yunjin smiles while her eyes are still closed due to how tired she is. She is already basking on this achievement. Yunjin plans to lay down for a while before going back to the party downstairs. She felt that you already stand up
âWait for me,â Yunjin said while still catching her breath. She wants everyone to know that you did it with her. She looks confused as you are now standing on the edge of the bed. The brunetteâs eyes widen when you pull her close to you. Holding her legs up with your both arms. Yunjin looks horrified when you align your cock on her slit.
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FLIGHT 2136: PART 2
paige x azzi
warning: sexual content
word count: 12.8k
A/N: Whewww. This was a little fun but also a little stressful to write. Itâs a little different from what Iâve done. I feel like I wanna make this a few more parts lowkeyđŤŁ. Please let me know what you think and leave live reacts if you can đŤśđźđŤśđź Also I rushed a little so let me know if I made mistakes lol
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3rd Person POV - Thursday
The energy in the gym was steady, the familiar rhythm of shootaround settling everyone into their pregame routines. UConnâs team moved through drills under CDâs watchful eye, the absence of Geno noted but not dwelled upon much. It wasnât unusual for him to step away, and CD kept everything running just as smoothly in his place.
Azzi focused on her shots, the repetition grounding her as she moved from mid-range to three-point territory. The sound of sneakers squeaking and basketballs bouncing filled the air, teammates calling out to each other as they cycled through drills. It felt like any other game day prep. The energy was great, everyone was excited. Then Geno walked in.
Azziâs eyes flicked toward the entrance automatically, expecting to see him stride in alone. Instead, he wasnât alone.
Paige was with him.
Azzi paused mid-shot, the ball bouncing off the rim as her brows pulled together. Across the court, Geno and Paige spoke casually, their body language familiar. They werenât just exchanging pleasantriesâthis was a conversation that carried a purpose.
Next to her, KK caught the shift in Azziâs focus and followed her gaze.
"Why is Paige Bueckers here?" KK asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Azzi turned her head slightly. "You know her?"
KK gave her a look like the question was ridiculous. "You don't?"
Azziâs expression remained blank.
KK scoffed. "Girl, boo. I forgot you donât ever watch the sport we play.â She shook her head before continuing. âPaige was one of the top players in the country in high school. From Minnesota. She couldâve gone anywhere she wanted. UConn wanted her badâbut then she kinda just⌠disappeared. Didnât commit anywhere on signing day.â
Azziâs gaze was still locked on the other side of the court, where Geno and Paige had now settled onto the bench chairs, talking still. Paige was nodding at something Geno said as she stared ahead, seemingly just looking at the opposite wall.
Azzi shifted on her feet, arms crossing slightly. âAnd now sheâs here. With Geno.â
"Right," KK echoed, before smirking. âMaybe sheâs your competition.â
Azzi didnât look away from Paige as she said, âIf anything, sheâs your competition.â
KK turned to her, eyebrows raising high at the comment. âWhat are you talking about?â
Azzi finally glanced at her. âSheâs a point guard.â
KK gave her a look, silently asking how she knew that.
Azzi just shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips, as if she was saying, Donât worry about it.
KK scoffed but didnât press further, turning back to the drill as their turn approached. Azzi followed suit, refocusing on her shot, but the energy in the gym had shifted.
The rest of the team, while going through the motions, kept stealing glances toward the other side of the court. Even CD, usually unshakable in her focus, seemed slightly aware of the presence of Geno and Paige, though she didnât acknowledge it outright.
Azzi stole one last glance toward the two of them. Paige was leaning forward slightly now, elbows resting on her knees, nodding along to whatever Geno was saying. There was something about her demeanorâpoised but entirely at easeâthat kept Azziâs attention longer than she intended.
âYo, Azzi pay attention,â Ice called, bouncing the ball toward her.
Azzi caught it smoothly, exhaling through her nose. âYeah, yeah.â
Once shoot-around was over and CD finished speaking with the girls Geno walked toward them with his usual commanding presence, but this time, all eyes were drawn to the taller figure trailing just behind him. Paige moved with an easy confidence, hands tucked into the pockets of her sweats, her expression unreadable as she just stared ahead at nothing in particular.
Azzi barely registered the murmurs spreading through the team when her eyes locked onto Paigeâs. And for the first time since their conversations, Paige didnât wear that usual smirk. Instead, there was something quieter, more measured, in the way she held her gaze. Azzi could practically see the questions flying through her own mind reflected back at PaigeâWhat are you doing here? Why didnât you say anything?
The confusion hung in the air until Geno cut straight through it. âPaige is here unofficially on a visit,â he announced, his tone gruff, leaving little room for argument. âSheâs just here watching the game today since we canât do anything official with her during the season.â
A ripple of uncertainty moved through the team. Visits happened, sureâbut not like this. Not during the middle of the season. And definitely not for someone with the kind of presence Paige had just walking into the gym.
The silence stretched before Nika finally spoke up, respectful but with a tinge of frustration. âCoach, we already have a point guard for next season.â
Azziâs eyes flickered back to Paige just in time to see her take a deep breath, her shoulders squaring as if she had already braced herself for this exact reaction. She didnât look surprised though. God Azzi hated how stoic she could be, she can never get a good read on her.
The tension in the gym thickened slightly as Nikaâs words settled. Some of their glances jumping between Nika and KK. Paige stayed composed, her expression not changing much, but Azzi noticed the way her fingers twitched slightly in her pockets, as if resisting the urge to react or say something.
Geno didnât miss a beat in his response. âNikaâs leaving after this season,â he stated plainly, his tone making it clear this wasnât about to be a conversation up for debate. âWe need an older guard to help guide KK next season because she isnât where we need her to be just yet.
Azziâs eyes immediately flickered to Nika, whose jaw tensed at the comment. She didnât say anythingâdidnât need toâbut the slight shift in her stance spoke volumes. She prided herself on being KKâs mentor, on leading the backcourt the best she could. The idea that Geno thought they needed someone else didnât sit right with her.
But before anyone could voice anything further, Geno sighed, sensing the weight in the room. âLook, nothing is official,â he added, glancing around. âSouth Carolina, LSU, USC, Minnesota, and a few others all want her to visit, too. They all jumped at the chance once they heard she was transferring.â
That got a reaction. Some players exchanged looks, while others side-eyed Paige, as if reassessing her entirely. It wasnât just UConn she was consideringâit was powerhouse programs across the country.
Paige, for her part, remained unreadable, her expression neutral as she took the reaction in stride. Her not saying a word the entire time only fueled peopleâs confusion. But Azzi wasnât confused. She actually found it kind of funny that Paige had this whole silent thing going on. There was something deliberate about the way Paige stood there, hands still in her pockets, gaze steady.
Geno had a small grin as he glanced at Paige before turning his attention back to the team and let out a clap. âWeâll talk more later,â he said simply. âFor now, go do what you need to do.â
Despite the dismissal, the tension lingered. Eyes darted between Paige and Geno, and then toward Azzi, as if searching for some kind of answer from their leader.
Paige, still unreadable, finally exhaled through her nose before offering the team a small smile.
The team started dispersing, but the tension still lingered in the air.
Behind them, Nika scoffed under her breath. âWe donât even know if sheâs as good as she used to be,â she muttered, just loud enough for those nearby to hear.
Azziâs head snapped in her direction, her eyes sharp as she simply said, âNika.â
It wasnât loud, but the weight behind it was enough. A quiet warning. A reminder of how they were supposed to carry themselves.
Nikaâs jaw tightened, and for a second, it looked like she might push back. But then, she exhaled through her nose, muttering a half-hearted, âSorry,â before turning and heading toward the locker room.
Azzi watched her go before glancing toward Paige again. If she had heard, she didnât show it. Her hands were still tucked in her pockets, her posture still easy, but there was something in her eyesâsomething flickering beneath the surface as she looked around the gym.
Azzi wasnât sure why, but she felt the need to say something. Instead, she just pressed her lips together and turned back toward the court.
Azzi felt Paigeâs gaze linger on her, but she didnât turn back. She could still feel the weight of it, like Paige was trying to piece something togetherâtrying to figure her out the same way Azzi had been doing since the moment she sat next to her on the plane.
Paige didnât say anything, but she didnât need to. There was a moment, brief but charged as they made eye contact again before Geno clapped a hand on her back, breaking the silence. Without hesitation, Paige stuffed her hands back into her pockets and followed him, her steps unhurried as they made their way toward the tunnel.
Azzi finally let out a slow breath she hadnât realized she was holding.
She wasnât sure what had just passed between them.
After shooting around a little more Azzi sat alone in the locker room, earbuds in, her mind wasnât really on the upcoming game. The energy with the team had been a little off ever since Paige showed up, and she couldnât shake the feeling that things were shifting in a way she didnât quite understand yet.
She barely noticed when the door to the locker room opened, only looking up when Geno took a seat in the empty locker next to hers.
Azzi hesitated for a moment before pulling out her earbuds. âWhatâs up, Coach?â
Geno didnât waste time. âI need you to make her feel comfortable on this visit.â
Azzi blinked, sitting up a little straighter. She gave him a nod, but Geno could tell she wasnât fully processing what he was saying.
So he continued. âLook, Azzi. You came here to win a championship right?âŚWeâve come up short, and I know injuries and everything else have played a part in that. But I think Paige is the piece we need.â
Azzi stayed quiet, her expression unreadable.
âAnd Lord knows,â Geno added with a gruff sigh, âif one of those other schools gets her, itâs gonna be hell come March for us next season.â
Azzi chewed the inside of her cheek, finally breaking eye contact. She knew he was right. Sheâd seen how close theyâd come before, only to fall short. And she wasnât interested in going through that again.
Still, she wasnât oblivious. She knew this wouldnât go over smoothly with the whole team.
Geno, as if reading her mind, continued, âSome feelings are gonna be hurt. Someone will probably get pushed to the bench. Thatâs just how this works. But if you want to win.â
Azzi took a deep breath before nodding again, this time with more certainty. âI got it, don't worry about it.â
Geno studied her for a second, making sure the words actually sank in. She met his gaze, and there was something thereâunderstanding, maybe even acceptance.
âI mean it,â he said, his tone softening to the best of his abilities. âSheâs been through a lot, and this isnât exactly an easy situation for her either.â
Azzi exhaled, rolling her shoulders before leaning back against the locker. âI got it, Coach.â
Geno gave a small nod and stood up, but before he left, he paused. âAnd Azzi?â
She looked up.
âYouâre a leader on this team. People follow your lead more than you realize. If youâre welcoming, theyâll follow.â
Azzi let that sit for a second before nodding again.
Geno didnât say anything else. He just patted her shoulder before walking out, leaving Azzi alone with her thoughts.
Some time later a few players were scattered around the court, lounging around and talking to one another as they passed the time before tip-off. Azzi sat near the baseline, stretching absentmindedly, when her eyes landed on Paige.
Paige had just settled behind the teamâs bench, scrolling through her phone, seemingly completely unbothered by the noise around her. She looked comfortable, her posture relaxed, legs spread open as her fingers idly flicked at the screen.
Azzi watched for a moment before making a decision. Pushing herself up, she made her way toward Paige, hands tucked into the pockets of her warmups. She wasnât sure why, but she wanted to talk to her again. Maybe it was because of what Geno had said earlier. Maybe it was simply because Paige intrigued her.
Whatever it was, Paige must have noticed her approaching because she locked her phone and slid it into her pocket before looking up. She smirked slightly.
âPaige Bueckers, huh?â Azzi said, settling into the seat next to her.
Paigeâs smirk grew. âSo you know my last name now.â
Azzi shrugged. âYou couldâve just told me.â
Paige let out a small chuckle. âYour coach didnât want me to. And whereâs the fun in that?â
Azzi rolled her eyes playfully but didnât push it. Instead, she leaned back, her tone turning casual. âSo, Minnesota, huh?â
Paige raised an eyebrow. âThatâs what youâre leading with?â
Azzi shrugged again. âJust putting the pieces together. KK told me you were one of the top players in the country.â
Paige hummed. âShe say anything else?â
Azzi smiled a little. âShe said you fell off the face of the earth.â
Paige chuckled, nodding slowly. âI guess thatâs not entirely wrong in a sense.â
Azzi studied her for a moment before speaking again. âSo, why now? Why transfer?â
Paige exhaled, glancing down at her hands before looking back at Azzi. âI just⌠needed a change. And your coach thinks UConn might be the right fit.â
Azzi didnât push for more. Instead, she shifted slightly, her voice lighter. âYou know, some of the girls arenât too happy about it.â
Paige smirked. âYeah, I picked up on that. He warned me though.â
Azzi gave her a look. âYou donât seem too worried.â
Paige leaned back, mirroring Azziâs posture. âIâve dealt with worse.â
Azzi couldnât help but grin at that. âCocky.â
Paigeâs smirk deepened. âConfident.â
Azzi shook her head but didnât argue. Instead, she glanced toward the court, watching some of teammates mess around before looking back at Paige. âYouâre gonna have to prove yourself, you know.â
Paige met her gaze, something unreadable in her expression. âWouldnât have it any other way.â
Azzi held her stare for a moment longer before nodding in approval. âGood.â
Just as she was about to stand, something clicked in her mind. âWait,â she said, tilting her head. âDidnât you say youâve always been a South Carolina fan?â
Paige chuckled, seemingly amused that Azzi remembered. âI did.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow. âSo, are they in the lead?â
Paige hummed, leaning back in her seat. âI wouldnât say so.â
Azzi narrowed her eyes slightly. âWhy not?â
Paige shrugged. âProbably wonât be the best fit for me.â
Azzi crossed her arms, intrigued. âBut UConn is?â
Paige, still a woman of few words, simply smirked. âGuess weâll see today.â
Azzi chuckled at that, shaking her head. âThe pressureâs on now.â
Paige lifted an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. âI didnât know you needed to make a good impression.â
Azzi met her gaze, her smirk matching Paigeâs. âI donât.â
Paige held her stare for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. âTouchĂŠ.â
Azzi smirked, leaning back slightly in her seat. âSo, what Iâm basically hearing is⌠UConn has the lead?â
Paige exhaled a small laugh, tilting her head. âI never said that.â
Azzi raised a brow. âDidnât deny it either.â
Paige shook her head, amusement filling her eyes. âI think you just like hearing what you want.â
Azzi grinned. âMaybe. But Iâm just good at reading between the lines.â
Paige hummed, as if considering that before saying. âOr you just like making assumptions.â
Azzi gave a casual shrug. âOnly when I think Iâm right.â
Paige scoffed playfully, but before she could fire back, Aaliyahâs voice rang out from the court.
âAzzi! Come here for a sec!â
Azzi exhaled through her nose before standing, shooting Paige one last smile. âIâll find you after the game.â
Paige met her gaze. âDonât lose.â
Azzi chuckled, shaking her head as she started walking backward toward the court. âNot an option now apparently.â
Paige simply smiled, watching her go.
âŚ
The game was everything UConn had hoped for. From the moment the ball tipped, Azzi was on fire, playing with a confidence that had been building all season. Notre Dame threw everything they could at her, doubling her, trying to trap her at every turnâbut Azzi was always one step ahead. She made the right pass every time, finding the open player, setting up easy shots. The crowd at Gampel Pavilion was electric as they watched it unfold.
Azziâs movement on the court was effortless, weaving between defenders with a fluidity that made it look like the game was moving in slow motion for her. She was every bit the player UConn had hoped she would be when they recruited her, and more. The more Notre Dame scrambled to contain her, the easier it seemed for UConn to build momentum.
Paige, perched behind the teamâs bench, watched intently. Her expression remained calm, the competitive fire inside her barely visible. She was invested in every play, every pass, but she kept her reactions minimal, only letting a subtle smile flicker across her face when Azzi nailed yet another perfect assist or hit an impossible shot.
The contrast between the intensity of Azzi on the court and Paige's quiet focus off it. Azzi was in her element, dominating, and Paige was soaking it all in, her quiet appreciation almost as loud as the roars from the crowd. She wasnât cheering, she wasnât jumping out of her seat like everyone else, but her eyesâwatching Azziâtold a different story. As she watched though, there was no doubt in her mind that UConn needed another leader. Needed a point guard. Bad. If Azzi wasnât in the game the ball was stagnant, and the offense was choppy. Paige could tell Geno saw it too because within a minute or two he was always pushing Azzi back to the scorers table to check in.
When the buzzer sounded, securing UConnâs win, the crowd erupted into cheers. Azziâs performance had stolen the show, and as she jogged off the court, a smile tugged at her lips.
After an on court interview Azzi walked over to Paige, her usual confidence still evident, but there was a slight hint of curiosity in her voice as she leaned in. âSo?â she asked, arms casually crossed as she leaned against one of the chairs.
Paige glanced up at her, offering a playful chuckle. âYou were good.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly looking for more than just a simple acknowledgment. âGood?â
Paige nodded, her smile never quite leaving her face. âGood.â
Azzi, sensing she wasnât going to get much more than that, gave a small laugh. She leaned back a little, changing gears. âAlright then. You should come out with us tonight to celebrate.â
Paige hesitated. âThatâs not really my scene,â she replied, shrugging slightly.
Azzi didnât let up, her gaze soft but persistent. âYou donât want to get to know the team?â
Paige still wasnât convinced, and Azzi could see the indecision on her face. She leaned in a little, her tone coaxing. âCome on. If you're genuinely considering coming here, they have to see that you arenât as bad as they think.â
Paigeâs eyes narrowed, picking up on the subtle words at the end. âWhatâd they say?â
Azzi shook her head, brushing it off quickly. âIt doesnât matter, it isnât true.â
Paige raised an eyebrow at her, unconvinced. âIs it?â she asked.
Azzi gave a slight, dismissive shake of her head. âNo. Not at all. And they can find out if you come out with us tonight.â
Paige let out a soft exhale, thinking it over. Finally, she gave a small nod. âAlright.â
Azzi grinned widely at her success. âPerfect. You can meet us at our dorm when youâre ready.â
Paige chuckled, glancing away. âIâll just meet you wherever weâre going after I stop by my hotel.â
Azzi squinted playfully, not fully trusting the plan but deciding to go along with it. âFine, but give me your number so I can text you when weâre heading out.â
Paige gave her a bemused look. âYou can just give me yours.â
Azzi shook her head firmly. âNope.â
Paige laughed. âWhy not?â
Azzi's grin widened. âThat gives you too much control over the situation. If youâre going to be on my team, you need to learn to let that control go... just a little bit.â
Paigeâs laugh was warm, a little more genuine this time. She grabbed a piece of paper off of the scorers table writing her number on it before handing it to Azzi. âThere. Happy?â
Azzi took it, her smile broadening. âVery. See you later.â
Paige just chuckled as she watched Azzi walk away.
âŚ
Azzi was sitting at her desk, applying a little mascara in front of her mirror, the quiet buzz of her room filling the space when Carolineâs voice broke through the stillness.
âSo, how do you know Paige already?â Caroline asked.
Azzi didn't look up, focusing on her lashes, but her answer was casual. âI donât... well, not really. She was on my flight from DC.â
Carolineâs gaze flickered a little with suspicion. âOn your flight? You guys talked a lot today, though.â
Azzi shrugged nonchalantly. âGeno told me to make her feel comfortable. He wants her to come here.â
Caroline gave a knowing glance, her eyebrow arching. âThatâs all?â
Azzi shot her a look, but still replied with a quiet, âYeah, pretty much.â
Caroline didnât buy it for a second. âUh-huh. Sure, thatâs all.â
Azzi chuckled lightly, shifting in her seat. âWhat do you mean Car?â
Caroline grinned, crossing her arms. âI mean, you were talking to her a lot todayâŚand sheâs your type.â
Azzi turned a gave her a pointed look, shaking her head. âI donât have a type. I barely even talk to girls these days.â
Caroline raised an eyebrow at her, clearly unconvinced. âThatâs because youâre particular. Still, the few you do talk to...you like tall blondes Azzi. Especially ones with the kind of vibe Paige seems to give off.â
Azzi rolled her eyes, trying to brush it off, but didnât offer a rebuttal. Caroline smirked as she pressed, âYou arenât denying it.â
Azzi took a deep breath, trying to hold back her smile. âSheâs just... interesting. Thatâs all. Iâm trying to figure her out.â
Caroline leaned in a little closer. âYeah, because you want to sleep with her.â
Azziâs jaw dropped, her face incredulous. âI do not.â
Caroline simply shrugged as her smile grew. âYes, you do.â
Azzi sighed, exhaling slowly. She opened her mouth to say something but then stopped herself, unsure of what to say next. There was a moment of silence before Caroline spoke again, this time a little more matter-of-fact.
âLook, if youâre going to sleep with her, just do it before we officially maybe become teammates with the girl.â
Azzi was about to respond when the door to her room cracked open, and Aaliyahâs head popped in. âYou guys ready?â she asked, clearly eager to get going.
Azzi immediately stood up, thankful for the interruption. âYup, letâs go,â she said, flashing a grin at Caroline as she grabbed her jacket.
Azzi quickly shot a text to Paige, her fingers flying over the screen. As she sent the address and a simple Weâre heading out. She hit send, not thinking much of it, but Caroline caught a glimpse of her phone screen.
"Do it before she's your teammate," Caroline simply said again.
Azzi immediately pushed her playfully, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. âShut up,â she mumbled, shaking her head.
Caroline only laughed, raising her hands in mock surrender. âIâm just saying, itâs not like youâll get another shot after this.â She wiggled her eyebrows, but Azzi rolled her eyes again, determined to ignore her teasing.
âSeriously, shut up,â Azzi repeated, trying to keep her composure, though there was a hint of color rising in her cheeks.
Caroline chuckled but said no more, knowing she was getting a rise out of Azzi. âAlright, alright. Letâs go,â she said, grabbing her keys and heading out of the suite.
Azzi followed behind her, her phone vibrating in her back pocket. She pulled it out seeing a simple bet from Paige.
âŚ
Later that night when Paige walked into Tedâs, Azzi immediately noticed the change in her. The sweats and hoodie sheâd worn earlier were gone. She wore bright yellow pants that caught the light and a slightly oversized black t-shirt. The simple glistening chain with a cross around her neck caught Azzi's eye, and the silver rings on her fingers and tennis bracelet on her wrist added to the look. Her hair was pulled back into a bun.
Azzi swallowed a little too hard, her gaze lingering on Paige's figure as she took in the transformation. It was like the girl who had been sitting behind the bench earlier had completely disappeared. This version of Paige was undeniably captivating, and Azzi felt a tightening in her chest she couldnât quite explain.
Caroline, standing next to Azzi, seemed to notice her moment of hesitation and leaned in with a whisper-sung tease. âJust get it over with.â
Azzi shot her a look, eyes narrowing, but Caroline only grinned, clearly entertained by her friendâs unease. Before Azzi could respond, Paige approached, and the air between them shifted instantly.
Azziâs smile widened, trying to hide her discomfort. âYou made it,â she said warmly.
Paige smiled slightly, that same quiet and mysterjous energy radiating off her. âI did.â
Caroline cleared her throat, catching Azziâs attention and prompting her to step back into the moment. âOh, sorry,â Azzi mumbled before gesturing to the two women. âPaige, this is Caroline. Caroline, Paige.â
Paige extended her hand to shake Carolineâs. âNice to meet you,â she said, her voice smooth.
Azzi suddenly became hyper-aware of the exchange, watching the way their hands met, the simple contact sending a jolt through her. Something about seeing them shake hands, so effortless, so casual, made her realize just how little physical contact she and Paige had shared. It wasnât like it matteredâit wasnât like she wanted to initiate anythingâbut the realization sent an odd feeling coursing through her veins. Something about the way their hands lingered for just a moment too long in the handshake.
Azzi quickly shook the feeling off, pushing it down, forcing herself to focus on the rest of the group gathered around the bar and away from the tension she felt creeping up between her and Paige. She was overthinking this, wasnât she?
After the introduction with Caroline, Azzi led Paige around the room, introducing her to some of the team. It was a quick but necessary round of introductions, and the rest of the UConn players seemed to size Paige up in their own way, each offering their hand or a warm smile. Most were welcoming, eager to make her feel part of the group.
First, Azzi introduced her to Aubrey, who gave Paige a friendly nod. âGood to have you here,â she said, her voice upbeat, as she shook Paigeâs hand.
âThanks,â Paige replied, returning the handshake with ease. Her smile was soft but genuine, and Azzi was hoping this would make her a little less tense.
Next up was Nika, who eyed Paige cautiously but still offered a handshake. She didnât say much, just a short, âNice to meet you,â before looking away, clearly trying not to make the encounter too awkward. Paige caught the tension, but she didnât let it faze her. Instead, she just gave Nika a polite smile, nodding.
Azzi caught the brief exchange and couldnât help but notice the slight distance between the two.
As Azzi watched Paige interact with the rest of the team, she couldnât help but notice something elseâPaige smelled incredible. The subtle yet unmistakable scent of jasmine and vanilla mixed in the air every time Paige moved. It was the kind of fragrance that lingered just enough to be noticed but not so much that it was overwhelming to someoneâs nose. Azzi took a deep breath, trying to focus on something else, but it was hard not to be aware of the way the scent seemed to wrap itself around her, settling into her senses in a way that made her feel just a little warmer.
After the introductions were done, Azzi led Paige over to the bar. She glanced at Paige, who was walking beside her with that effortless cool she always seemed to radiate.
As they approached the bar, Azziâs thoughts were interrupted by Caroline who whispered, âJust get it over withâ as she walked by. Azzi shot her a warning look.
âShut the hell up,â Azzi muttered back, before turning her attention to Paige, who was already ordering a drink at the bar.
Azzi leaned against the bar, the dim lighting of the room casting soft shadows over her face as she watched Paige closely. There was something different about her tonightâsomething that Azzi couldnât quite put her finger on.
Azzi leaned in just slightly, her voice carrying over the light music that was playing. âSo, whatâs been the most interesting thing youâve seen here so far?â Azzi asked, trying to get Paige to open up, sensing that Paige didnât volunteer information without being nudged.
Paige, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass, shrugged just slightly. âNot sure. Everyoneâs... a lot different than I expected.â Her voice was softer than usual, but it was clear she wasnât uncomfortable. She was just more observant, taking everything in around her.
Azzi smiled, her eyes narrowing playfully as she took in Paigeâs response. âDifferent how?â she pressed, wanting to hear more.
Paige glanced over at her, her lips curling into the slightest smile. âTheyâre... more relaxed, I guess. Youâd think theyâd be more intense, you know? I mean, I know theyâre all good, but...â Her words trailed off, her voice almost contemplative. She didnât finish her thought, leaving it hanging between them as they settled into silence for a second.
Azzi took the opportunity to study Paige a little more closely, sensing that something was off. There was a quiet intensity in her, like she was letting everything wash over her without reacting.
Azzi couldnât help but feel drawn to it, but there was still something about it that made her curious.
âSo,â Azzi said after a beat, breaking the silence that had settled between them. âI feel like youâre a little more hesitant tonight. Whatâs that about?â Her tone was teasing, but it was laced with an underlying curiosity.
Paige, who had been lost in her thoughts, snapped back to the present moment and glanced at Azzi. There was a flicker of a smile on her lips, but it was subtle. âIâm just listening to what youâre saying,â she responded with a quiet chuckle, her gaze meeting Azziâs for just a second before looking down at her drink.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, a little taken aback by the response. She wasnât used to Paige being so... still. There was always this confident energy about her, even when she was quiet. But tonight, it felt like Paige was holding back just a little bit. It wasnât discomfortâit was something else.
Azzi chuckled softly. âAh, so itâs all about me, huh?â
Paige smirked, but there was something in her eyes, something that Azzi couldnât quite place. âI wouldnât say that,â Paige replied, her tone barely audible, but there was an edge to itâsomething that felt almost playful, despite the calm exterior.
Azzi leaned back, still studying Paige. âHmm... well, youâre still quieter than usual,â she said, her smile softening, though her eyes remained curious. âWhich, considering you're already a woman of few words, says a lot.â
Paige smiled a little, a flicker of humor in her eyes. âI promise Iâm just listening to what youâre saying,â she said again, as though it were a simple explanations
Azzi wasnât buying it. She noticed how closed off Paige was tonight, at least compared to what she was used to. She leaned in a little, her voice turning more serious. âCan I ask you something?â Azziâs tone was more purposeful and she watched Paige closely.
Paige glanced at her, a silent invitation to continue.
Azzi hesitated for a brief moment, then spoke, her voice quieter now. âItâs a little personal.â
Paige met her gaze and gave a small nod, giving Azzi the unspoken go-ahead. âGo ahead,â she said, her eyes steady on Azziâs.
âYou donât have to answer if you donât want to. But what happened during your senior year? You kind ofâŚâfell off the face of the earthâ in KKâs words.â Her tone wasnât judgmental, just curious, like she was trying to understand a part of Paige that remained untold.
Paige chuckled lightly, her eyes shifting away as if she were weighing the decision to answer. For a moment, she studied Azzi, considering whether or not to open up. Then, with a quiet breath, she simply replied, âCar accident.â
Azziâs eyes softened immediately. âOh, Iâm so sorry,â she said, her voice laced with genuine concern.
Paige gave a quick shake of her head, brushing it off. âItâs fine. Iâm alive, arenât I?â she said, her words light, almost like she was trying to ease the heaviness of the moment. She let out a soft chuckle, her eyes flicking to the side briefly.
After a pause, she continued, her voice quieter now, almost reflective. âIt wasnât bad for me. I just needed to stay close to home to help my family out.â
Azzi hummed thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing in admiration. âThatâs sweet of you,â she said, her voice softening with a touch of warmth.
Paige picked up her drink, taking a slow sip as she looked over at Azzi with a faint smile trying to shift the conversation. âIs that what I am now? Sweet?â she asked, her tone teasing Azzi a little.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. âI donât know... are you?â she replied, leaning back just slightly, her eyes locking with Paigeâs.
Paige smirked, her lips curving slightly. âMaybe sometimes,â she replied, the words filled with a touch of intrigue, leaving just enough unsaid to keep Azzi on her toes.
The two of them stood in that quiet moment, the subtle tension between them hanging in the air. Neither of them looked away, letting the silence linger.
Just as the moment grew heavier, a burst of energy interrupted, as KK bounded over to Azzi, her arm instantly slinging around her.
Azzi laughed, shaking her head as she looked away from Paige with a slight smile. âHi, KK,â she said.
âYou over here chatting up my replacement?â KKâs voice was full of playful accusation, but everyone could tell she was joking.
Azzi playfully rolls her eyes as she looks at KK. âSheâs a little too quiet to be your replacement KK.â
KK raised an eyebrow and looked over at Paige, her gaze scanning her briefly before she leaned in with a grin. âYou quiet Bueckers?â she asked.
Paige let out a soft laugh, glancing at Azzi before meeting KKâs eyes. âI can be. Depends on the person I guessâ she said, her tone carrying a hint of amusement, as though suggesting there was more to her than met the eye.
KK smiled, satisfied with the response. âWell, looks like you two are chatting just fine so Iâm gonna leave you to it,â she remarked, giving Azzi a wink before moving off to talk with the others.
Azzi turned back to Paige, the energy between them shifting again now that KK had left. Paige took a sip of her drink, her fingers absentmindedly spinning the glass against the bar top. Azzi watched her for a second before tilting her head.
âSo, is this what youâre like on a night out?â Azzi asked, leaning against the bar with a grin. âQuiet, mysterious⌠just sitting there looking pretty in your own head?â
Paige huffed a small laugh, shaking her head as she set her drink down. âMaybe,â she said, glancing at Azzi. âBut I think you just called me pretty.â
Azzi smirked. âI did.â
Paige held her gaze for a moment before nodding slightly. âGood to know,â she said simply.
Azzi laughed, the sound warm. âYouâre a little hard to read, you know that?â she said, studying Paige like she was trying to figure her out.
Paige shrugged, her expression still tinged with amusement. âMaybe youâre just bad at reading me Azzi.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. âOh, I donât think thatâs it.â She let her eyes briefly flicker over Paige slowly before meeting her gaze again. âI think Iâm figuring you out just fine. Slowly but surely.â
Paige held her stare, her own smirk forming. âYeah?â
Azzi nodded. âMhm.â She leaned in just slightly. âLike, I think you like the attention more than you let on.â
Paigeâs lips pressed together like she was trying not to smile, but the amusement was evident in her eyes. âThat so?â
Azziâs gaze stayed steady. âYeah. You pretend to be unbothered, but youâre not as unaffected as you want people to think.â
Paige chuckled at that, shaking her head slightly. âAnd what makes you so sure?â
âBecause,â she said, tapping her fingers against the bar. âYouâre still sitting here talking to me.â
Paige exhaled a soft laugh, her eyes flickering down for a second before she looked back at Azzi. She leaned in slightly herself, her voice dropping just enough.
âAnd youâre still talking to me,â she pointed out.
Azzi felt a small rush at that, the way Paigeâs words carried that same challenge had grown accustomed to before tonight. She grinned, tilting her head. âYeah, I guess I am.â
Paige hummed, taking another sip of her drink before looking back at Azzi, a glimmer of something playfulâsomething interestedâsettling behind her gaze. âGood to know,â she said again, repeating her words from earlier, but this time, her voice was just the slightest bit lower.
As the night carried on, Azzi and Paige eventually drifted back toward the rest of the team. The atmosphere was livelyâlaughter, drinks clinking, the steady hum of conversation filling the space. Paige found herself next to Ice, who was mid-story about something that happened during practice earlier that week.
Paige listened, offering small nods and the occasional chuckle, but it was clear she wasnât as engaged as she had been at the bar with Azzi. She was friendly, polite, but there was a noticeable shiftâher responses shorter, her posture a little more reserved. She wasnât standoffish, just⌠quieter.
Ice noticed. She squinted at Paige, tilting her head. âYou always this quiet?â she asked.
Paige sipped her drink before shrugging. âMost times.â
Ice gave her a once-over, a look creeping onto her face before she glanced past Paigeâright at Azzi, who was talking to Nika a few feet away. A slow smirk tugged at Iceâs lips as she looked back at Paige.
âHuh,â Ice mused, taking another sip of her drink. âCouldâve fooled me.â
Paige furrowed her brows slightly. âWhat do you mean?â
Ice smirked. âNothing,â she said, but the way she dragged out the word made it obvious that it wasnât nothing. She took another sip before nodding toward Azzi. âJust sayingâyou seem to talk a little more when youâre over there.â
Paigeâs lips pressed together, her grip tightening around her glass just slightly. âDo I?â she asked, her voice neutral.
Ice grinned. âMhm.â She leaned in just a little. âDonât worry, though. I think she likes it.â
Paige exhaled a small laugh before shaking her head. âYouâre reading into things.â
Ice just smirked wider. âIâm definitely not.â
After a while it had gotten pretty late. Paige exhaled softly, setting her drink down on the nearest surface before turning to Azzi. âI think Iâm gonna head out.â
Azzi, who had been mid-conversation with Caroline, instinctively paused, her head turning toward Paige. âHowâre you getting back?â she asked, brows slightly furrowed.
Paige gave a small shrug. âI was just gonna Uber to my hotel.â
Before Azzi could respond, Caroline wordlessly grabbed her keys and pressed them firmly into Azziâs hand. âAzzi can take you,â she said.
Azzi blinked, caught off guard. She shot Caroline a look, but the girl just grinned wider, clearly pleased with herself.
Paige hesitated, her eyes flickering between them before shaking her head. âNo, itâs cool, I donât wannaââ
âI donât mind,â Azzi finally cut in, her voice coming out a little too smooth, a little too sure. She adjusted the keys in her hand, turning toward Paige now.
Caroline, visibly enjoying every second of this, shoved Azziâs jacket toward her. âPerfect. Drive safe.â
Azzi exhales, shaking her head slightly before turning her attention back to Paige. âWell,â she says, tilting her head toward the door, âguess youâre stuck with me.â
Paige huffs a small laugh, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. âGuess so.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, the air between them charged. Then, without another word, Azzi gestures for Paige to follow her, leading the way toward the exit.
As soon as they got in the car, Azzi adjusted her seat and started the engine, but for the first time that night, she wasnât sure what to say. Paige had already given her the address when they were walking towards the car. The silence between them wasnât awkwardâat least, not for Paige. She looked completely at ease, her body relaxed against the seat as she gazed out the window. The glow from the streetlights cast soft shadows across her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her jawline and the way her silver rings caught the light whenever she shifted her hand.
Azzi stole a quick glance at her before finally breaking the silence. âSo, Ice thinks you only talk to me.â
Paige turned her head slightly, a small smirk playing at her lips. âThatâs what she said.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow, keeping her eyes on the road. âAnd what did you say?â
Paige exhaled a quiet laugh before looking back out the window. âDidnât say anything.â
Azzi hummed at that, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel. âInteresting.â
Paige tilted her head slightly but didnât say anything, letting the silence stretch between them for another beat.
Azzi smirked, finally glancing over at her again. âThat means you didnât deny it.â
Paige smiled a little as she looked over at Azzi. âDidnât feel the need to.â
Azzi grinned at that, her grip on the wheel loosening as the conversation found its rhythm again. âSo you like talking to me too, then?â
Paige looked at Azzi, her eyes unreadable, but her lips curved just enough. âI didnât say that.â
Azzi scoffed, shaking her head as she turned her focus back to the road. âYou like being difficult, donât you?â
Paige smirked again, settling further into her seat. âMaybe sometimes.â
Azzi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. âMaybe sometimes,â she repeated, stealing another glance at Paige. âYou know, for someone as quiet as you, you sure know how to keep me on my toes.â
Paige smirked, her fingers idly playing with the rings on her hand. âThat a bad thing?â
Azzi scoffed. âDidnât say that.â
Paige huffed out a quiet laugh, the air between them was light despite the weight of whatever was lingering beneath the surface.
Azzi tapped her fingers against the wheel, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. âSo, if you didnât say you like talking to me⌠and you didnât say you donât⌠what am I supposed to do with that information?â
Paige glanced at her, the corners of her lips curling just slightly. âFigure it out.â
Azzi let out a low chuckle. âOh, I see how it is. You like making things difficult for me.â
Paige tilted her head, pretending to think about it. âMaybe sometimes.â
Azzi groaned dramatically. âAlright, you canât keep using that answer. Itâs a cop-out.â
Paige grinned this time, the most open sheâd been all night. âSeems to be working just fine.â
Azzi shot her a look, playful and exasperated all at once. âWhat makes you say that?â
Paige shrugged. âBecause youâre taking me back to my hotel.â
Azzi exhaled a laugh, shaking her head as she made a turn. âYeah, I guess I am.â
For a moment, there was only the hum of the engine and the quiet city around them, the comfortable silence settling between them again.
Then Azzi glanced over, her voice dipping slightly, her tone laced with something else. âYou sure you donât like talking to me?â
Paige studied her for a beat. Then, with a small smirk, she turned back toward the window.
âMaybe sometimes.â
Azziâs jaw dropped at this and Paige just chuckled at her reaction as she went back to looking out the window.
A bit later Azzi pulled into the hotel parking lot, shifting the car into park as the engine settled. The quiet between them stretched, not uncomfortable, but filled with something unspoken. The streetlights cast a soft glow over the carâs interior, highlighting the subtle tension that had been building all night.
Azzi was the first to break the silence. âWhen do you leave Connecticut?â
Paige kept her gaze forward for a moment, her fingers idly tapping against her knee before she answered. âTomorrow night.â
Azzi hummed in acknowledgment, nodding slightly as she processed that.
The silence returned, heavier this time, until Paige exhaled quietly. She glanced over at Azzi, studying her for a moment before finally speaking again. âYou wanna come upstairs?â
Azziâs first instinct was to hesitate, to say it probably isnât a good idea, but Carolineâs voice echoed in her headâdo it before sheâs your teammateâand before she could second-guess herself, she found herself nodding. âI do.â
Paigeâs eyes flickered with something unreadable before she simply nodded back. âCool.â
With that, she pushed open the car door, stepping out into the night without looking back, leaving Azzi gripping the steering wheel for half a second longer before finally following.
The two of them walked through the hotel lobby, the quiet padding of their footsteps echoing against the polished floors. Azzi glanced around, taking in the sleek, modern design. âThis is nice,â she commented, her eyes sweeping over the dimly lit lounge area.
Paige chuckled, slipping her hands into her pockets. âCourtesy of your coach.â
Azzi smirked at that, shaking her head as they stopped in front of the elevator. As they waited, she pulled out her phone, sending a quick text to Caroline telling her she was fine before tucking it back into her pocket.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and they stepped inside. The ride up was⌠a little awkwardânot bad awkward, just thick. The tension from earlier hadnât disappeared, just shifted into something more present, lingering in the small space between them. Azzi found herself hyper aware of Paige standing beside her, close enough that she could catch the subtle traces of her scent again.
Before she could think twice about it, she blurted out, âWhat kind of perfume do you use?â
Paige turned her head, smirking as she chuckled softly. âDolce & Gabbana.â
Azzi hummed at that, but didnât say anything back.
Paige raised an eyebrow. âWhy?â
Azzi hesitated for half a second before shrugging. âNo reason.â
The elevator doors slid open and the two of them walked down the hallway before Paige stopped at her door. She swiped her keycard against the lock, the green light flashing as the door clicked open. With a small glance back at Azzi, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
As Azzi fully stepped inside, she immediately took note of how clean the room was. Sure, the hotel staff had probably stopped by, but there was something about the way Paigeâs things were neatly folded, her shoes lined up on the wall, her duffel bag zipped up in the corner, that made it clear she kept it that way herself. It didnât smell like a hotel room eitherâit smelled like her. That same mix of jasmine and vanilla that had been lingering in Azziâs head all night.
Paige walked over to the mini fridge, casually pulling it open. âYou want a water?â she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Azzi nodded. âYeah, sure.â
Paige grabbed two bottles, tossing one to Azzi before twisting the cap off her own and leaning against the desk. The silence that settled between them wasnât exactly uncomfortable, but it carried a weight, like they were both aware of something neither of them wanted to address just yet. Azzi took a sip of her water, eyes flickering around the room before landing back on Paige.
Azzi rolled the bottle of water between her palms, glancing over at Paige, who was still leaning against the desk, watching her with that same unreadable expression sheâd had in the car. The silence stretched for another beat before Azzi finally spoke.
âSoâŚâ she started, tilting her head slightly. âWhyâd you invite me up?â
Paige smirked a little at that, as if sheâd been expecting the question. She took a sip of her water before responding. âDid you not want to come?â
Azzi let out a chuckle, shaking her head. âThatâs not what I asked.â
Paige hummed, setting her bottle down on the desk behind her. âI donât know,â she admitted, her voice light. âSeemed like you werenât ready to say goodnight yet.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. âOh yeah? And what gave you that impression?â
Paige didnât move, but her smirk deepened just slightly. âI got a vibe.â
Azzi chuckled, shaking her head. âYou got a vibe?â
Paige hummed in response, her gaze steady as she just looked at Azzi, unreadable yet somehow still saying something.
Azzi tilted her head. âWhat goes on in your head all day?â
Paige took a sip of her water before simply replying, âThoughts.â
Azzi let out a soft laugh. âWell, thatâs a miracle.â
Paige chuckled, shaking her head. âYou got jokes, huh?â
Azzi smirked, repeating Paigeâs own words from earlier. âMaybe sometimes.â
Paige let out a chuckle, shaking her head slightly as she played with her water bottle. âAlright, Iâll give you that one,â she admitted before taking another sip.
Azzi smirked, leaning against the wall now, mirroring Paigeâs casual stance. âIâll take it.â
A brief silence settled between them, but it wasnât uncomfortable. If anything, it was chargedâlike they were both waiting to see who would say something next, who would push the moment just a little further.
Paige finally broke it as she looked at Azzi. âYou never answered my question.â
Azzi lifted an eyebrow. âWhich one?â
Paige gave her a pointed look. âDid you want to come up?â
Azzi let the question hang in the air for a second, her smirk fading into something softerâsomething just as teasing but a little more honest. âI think you already know the answer to that Paige.â
Paige held her gaze, her lips twitching slightly like she was fighting back another smirk. âYeah,â she mumbled, voice just a little lower than before. âI think I do.â
Azzi shook her head as she took a sip of her water. âYouâre something else, you know that?â
Paige smirked. âThat a good thing?â
Azzi tilted her head, considering. âMost of the time.â
Paige huffed a soft laugh. âAnd the rest of the time?â
Azzi shrugged. âJuryâs still out.â
Paige hummed at this, licking her lips as she looked at Azzi. The thoughts behind her eyes clear for the first time.
Azzi looked down for a second before meeting Paigeâs gaze again. âCan I ask you something?â
Paige nodded and Azzi watched her closely, trying to gauge her reaction. âIâm going to be a little bold with this, so if I have the wrong idea, please tell me.â
Paige chuckled, a glint in her eyes as she motioned for Azzi to go ahead.
Azzi hesitated for only a second before asking, âHow many people have you slept with?â
Paige didnât flinch, didnât seem caught off guard. Instead, she answered smoothly, âSix.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow. âRecently?â
Paige shook her head. âNo.â
Azzi hummed at this, nodding slowly, taking in the way Paige seemed completely unfazed, as if this kind of conversation didnât rattle her in the slightest.
Then Paige moved. She pushed off the desk, stepping toward Azzi with an almost lazy confidence, the gap between them shrinking. Azzi could feel the shift immediately.
Paige stopped just in front of her, close enough that Azzi caught that familiar mix of jasmine and vanilla. She tilted her head slightly, her voice low, smooth.
âWhy do you ask?â
Azzi let out a soft breath, lips twitching. âJust curious.â
Paige hummed, her gaze locked on Azzi. âYou always this curious?â
Azzi smirked. âDepends on who Iâm talking to.â
Paigeâs lips quirked slightly, but she didnât respond right away. She just held Azziâs gaze, the space between them thinning ever so slightly, a silent conversation playing out between them.
Azzi swallowed, her voice quieter now. âAnd?â she asked. âDid I have the wrong idea?â
Paige exhaled softly, her eyes flickering down to Azziâs lips again before meeting her gaze again.
âNo.â
Azziâs gaze flickered down to Paigeâs lips for just a second before meeting her eyes again. âSo⌠whenâs the last time?â
Paige let out a quiet breath, something amused crossing her face. âYou ask a lot of questions.â
Azzi smirked. âOnly when I actually want to know the answers.â
Paige studied her for a moment, then tilted her head deciding to ease her mind. âItâs been a while.â
Azzi let that sit between them for a second before she asked, âWhyâs that?â
Paige exhaled a soft chuckle, the corner of her mouth lifting like she found the conversation entertaining. âI could ask you the same thing.â
Azzi didnât blink. âYou could.â
Paige didnât back down either. âWould you answer?â
Azzi took a small step closer, her voice dipping lower. âMaybe.â
Paige hummed at that, her fingers trailing idly against the rings on her finger. âMaybe Iâm just waiting.â
Azziâs eyes searched hers. âWaiting for what?â
Paige held Azziâs gaze, her voice smooth as she said, âThat depends on you.â
Azziâs brow lifted slightly. âHow so?â
Paige exhaled softly, tilting her head just a little. âWeâre probably going to be teammates.â
Azzi tucked that knowledge away as Paige unknowingly let that slip. âWeâre not teammates yet,â she countered, voice lower now. âAnd itâs just one night.â
Paige chuckled, the sound quiet, knowing. âItâll be more than just one night.â
Azzi narrowed her eyes, intrigued. âYou seem confident.â
Paige leaned in just enough that Azzi could feel the warmth of her breath. âYou seem too interested for it to be just one night.â A pause, then a smirk. âAnd I think everything in life happens for a reason.â
Azzi hummed, considering that before simply saying, âYou think too much.â
Paige chuckled again, softer this time. âYouâre probably right.â
Azziâs eyes darkened just slightly as she searched Paigeâs face. âI want us to stop talking,â she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, only inches from Paigeâs lips.
Paige held her gaze. Slowly, she gave a small nod, her voice just as quiet. âThen letâs stop talking.â
Azzi didnât need any more convincing. The space between them disappeared in an instant as their lips finally metâslow at first, testing the waters, before deepening. Paigeâs hands instinctively found Azziâs waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of her shirt, while Azziâs arms wrapped securely around Paigeâs neck, pulling her in closer.
It wasnât lost on Azzi that this was the first time they had ever really touchedâno casual brushes of hands, no lingering grazesâjust this, a full embrace, lips slotting together like they had been waiting for it. And maybe they had.
Paigeâs grip on Azziâs waist tightened, a subtle squeeze that sent a thrill down Azziâs spine. In response, Azzi deepened the kiss, tilting her head slightly, allowing their lips to move in perfect sync. They breathed through their noses, neither of them willing to pull away just yet, as if letting go would break whatever spell had settled between them.
Azzi could feel the warmth of Paigeâs skin beneath her fingertips, the firm muscle beneath her grip. The moment was thick, charged, and she was already losing herself completely in the way Paige kissed her
Azzi barely pulled back, her lips still ghosting over Paigeâs as she murmured, âYouâre not gonna ask me?â
Paigeâs hands slid over Azziâs waist, guiding them slowly toward the bed. âAsk what?â
Azzi smirked, her breath warm against Paigeâs lips. âHow many people Iâve slept with.â
Paige didnât hesitate. âDoesnât matter,â she said simply, her tone steady as she guided Azzi back until the bed hit the back of her legs.
Azzi let out a small, surprised breath as she lost her balance slightly, but Paige caught her with ease, steadying her before laying them down gently. The moment stretched between them, thick with something unspoken, as Paige hovered over her, her fingers still resting lightly against Azziâs waist.
Azzi met her gaze, her smirk forming into a soft smile. âNo?â
Paige shook her head, her thumb brushing absentmindedly over Azziâs hip. âNo,â she murmured, eyes flickering between Azziâs lips and her gaze.
Azzi didnât let Paige linger too much. She reached up, fingers slipping into Paigeâs bun, working it loose until blonde strands cascaded freely around her face. A satisfied smile ghosted Azziâs lips as she pulled Paige back down, kissing her slowly.
After a while, Paige broke away, standing up as she reached for the hem of her shirt. Azzi pushed up onto her elbows, watching as Paige peeled it over her head. Her gaze naturally traced the lines of Paigeâs toned stomach, but then her eyes caught something elseâa scar along the side of her torso.
It wasnât massive, but it definitely wasnât small either.
Paige noticed where Azziâs eyes had landed, so she spoke before Azzi could ask. âCar accident,â she said simply, her voice unreadable.
Azzi just nodded, not pressing.
Paige didnât give her the chance to linger on it. She was back over Azzi in an instant, her hands pressing into the mattress on either side of Azziâs waist. Their eyes met again, and whatever weight the moment held dissolved as Paige leaned back in, her lips capturing Azziâs once more.
Azzi let out a slow breath, her fingers tangling in Paigeâs hair as Paigeâs lips trailed down her jaw, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. Paigeâs hands were steady, pushing Azziâs shirt up inch by inch, her fingers grazing over smooth skin, mapping out the new territory.
Azzi tilted her head instinctively, offering more of herself, and Paige took her time, pressing kisses along the curve of her neck, her breath hot against Azziâs skin. Azziâs own breathing grew just a little heavier, her body reacting to each kiss.
Paige lingered there for a momentâkissing, nipping, suckingâreveling in the way Azziâs body responded to her before murmuring against her skin, âYou wanna take this off?â She punctuated the question with a gentle tug at Azziâs shirt.
Azzi nodded, lifting her arms slightly to help Paige pull her shirt over her head. As the fabric was tossed aside, Paigeâs eyes roamed over Azziâs exposed torso and chest, a slow, almost dazed smile spreading across her lips. She shook her head slightly, a quiet chuckle escaping her.
Azzi raised an eyebrow. âWhat?â
Paige just licked her lips, her gaze dragging up to meet Azziâs as she murmured, âYou look good.â
Before Azzi could respond, Paige leaned down, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her stomach. The warmth of her lips mixed with the faint scrape of her teeth made Azziâs breath hitch. Paige took her time, sucking lightly against her skin before trailing back up, her mouth exploring, savoring the taste of Azziâs skin.
Azzi let her head fall back against the pillow, her fingers instinctively threading through Paigeâs hair. She wasnât sure if she meant to pull her closer or slow her down, but Paige didnât give her a chance to decide.
By the time their lips met again, the kiss was deeper, slower, like neither of them were in a rush to let go.
Paigeâs fingers played with the button of Azziâs pants, her touch light but teasing. When she heard Azziâs breath hitch, she pulled back just slightly. âYou good?â
Azzi nodded quickly, voice a little breathless. âYeah.â
Paige smirked. âYou sure? âCause for a second there, it sounded like I did something to you.â
Azzi scoffed, her grip tightening on Paigeâs bare shoulders. âShut up.â
Paige chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss just below Azziâs jaw. âThatâs not a denial.â Sucking slightly after she asked.
Azzi exhaled sharply, tipping her head back against the pillow. âYou really think youâre something, donât you?â
Paige hummed against her skin, the vibration making Azzi swallow. âNo, I know I am.â She nipped at Azziâs collarbone before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. âAnd based on the way youâre looking at me right now⌠you know it too.â
Azzi rolled her eyes, though the effect was ruined by the way she was gripping Paigeâs waist, pulling her back down. âThis is probably the most youâve talked.â
Paige chuckled, finally undoing the button. âGuess you just bring out the best in me.â
Paige started trailing her lips down Azizâs body again, nipping at the skin and sucking here and there.
Once she reached Azizâs waist she looked up at her expectedly as her fingers wrapped around the waistband of Azziâs pants. Azzi lifted her hips making it easier for Paige to slide them and her underwear down Azziâs legs smoothly. Taking her own pants off when she discards Azziâs.
Paige settled between Azziâs legs, her hands trailing slowly against Azziâs thighs as she hovered over her center. The air between them was thick making it hard to think straight. Still Paige paused before she brushed her lips lower.
She lifted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto Azziâs. âThis okay?â
Azzi, already breathless, nodded immediately. âYeah.â
Paige didnât move, just studied her for a second longer, her fingers still tracing slow, aimless patterns along Azziâs thighs. âYouâd tell me if it wasnât, right?â
Azzi exhaled. âOf course.â
Paige held her gaze for a beat longer, studying her, then nodded, the corner of her mouth tugging into something softer than a smirk. âGood.â
Then Paige was dipping her head between Azziâs legs and Azzi immediately sighed at the contact, her fingers tangling in Paigeâs hair.
Paige switched between licking and sucking as she paid close attention to Azziâs reactions. Azzi wasnât outwardly vocal yet. Her breath had grown uneven and her chest rose and fell a little quicker but she hadnât let out any outward indication of her feelings as she bit down on her lip.
Paige used both of her hands to pull Azizâs hips closer to her, pressing herself further into Azzi as she put Azziâs legs over her shoulders.
Azziâs fingers curled tighter in Paigeâs hair, her breath hitching as she let out a quiet, unsteady sigh. âYou feel so good,â she murmured, her voice coming out softer, more breathless than she intended.
Paige didnât respond with wordsâshe didnât need to. Instead, she hummed against Azziâs center, the low vibration sending a jolt through Azzi that pulled a quiet moan from her lips. Paige smirked at the sound, her hands gripping Azziâs waist a little firmer, holding her steady.
Azzi swallowed, her breathing uneven. âYouââ she started, but then Paige flicked her tongue making Azzi exhale sharply, her body reacting. Her head fell back against the pillow, her fingers tugging at Paigeâs hair, needing something to hold on to. âGod, PaigeâŚâ she sighed, her voice just above a whisper.
Paige still didnât say anything, but the way she moved, the way she responded to every little sound Azzi made, was more than enough of an answer. Azzi bit her lip, trying to steady herself, but Paige was making it impossible. âYouâreââ Azziâs breath hitched again, her voice catching. âYouâre too good at this.
Paige finally lifted her head just slightly, just enough for Azzi to catch the amused glint in her eyes and the wetness coating her lips before she murmured, âI know.â Then, just as Azzi was about to say something back, Paige was gone again, her actions cutting off whatever thought Azzi mightâve had, replacing it with another soft, shaky moan instead.
After a few minutes Paige pulled back slightly, replacing her mouth with her thumb as she traced deliberate circles against Azzi. She smirked as Azzi shivered beneath her, fingers still tangled in her hair.
âYouâre quiet all of a sudden,â Paige murmured, pressing a slow kiss just above Azziâs hip. âThatâs not like you.â
Azzi let out a shaky breath, her grip tightening. âShut up.â
Paige chuckled, circling her thumb in a deliberate, lazy motion that made Azziâs stomach tense. âThatâs not very nice,â she teased. âI was just trying to have a conversation.â
Azzi exhaled sharply, her voice unsteady. âYouâyouâre making that really hard right now.â
Paige hummed, satisfied. âYeah?â she mused, tilting her head. âYou usually have a lot to say. What happened?â
Azzi groaned, her head falling back against the pillow as she tried to collect herself. âPaige.â
Paige smirked, lifting her gaze, her chin resting just barely above Azziâs hip as she watched her struggle. âYeah?â
Azzi forced herself to look down at her, her breaths uneven. âYou know what youâre doing.â
Paige grinned, adding another finger to her circular motions. âMaybe,â she admitted, her voice smooth, confident. âBut I like hearing you say it.â
Azzi exhaled a shaky breath, her fingers tightening in Paigeâs hair as she tried to steady herself. Paige watched her eyes dark in a way that made Azziâs stomach tighten as she had grown used to Paigeâs usual light blue eyes.
âYouâreâŚâ Azzi started, but her breath hitched as Paige pressed another slow, deliberate kiss to her skin.
Paige hummed, barely glancing up. âIâm what?â
Azzi swallowed, her voice coming out softer than she intended. âYouâreââ
Paige dragged her lips over the same spot, teasing as she pressed her fingers more firmly against Azzi. âCome on,â she coaxed. âYouâre usually so good with words.â
Azzi let out a quiet, breathy laugh, though it quickly turned into another sigh as Paige traced her tongue along her skin again. âYou feel good,â she admitted, her voice nearly a whisper.
Paige smirked. âYeah?â
Azzi just nodded, her fingers flexing where they rested against Paigeâs scalp.
Paige tilted her head slightly, pressing another slow, lazy kiss. âGood enough to make you forget how to talk?â
Azzi let out a shaky exhale. âPaige.â
Paige chuckled against her skin, taking her time. âThat wasnât a no.â
Azzi groaned, her head falling back against the pillow. âYou want me to admit it?â
âI just wanna hear you.â
Azzi sucked in a breath as Paige found the perfect pace, her words getting caught in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second before forcing them open, looking down at Paige, her expression unreadable.
âAsk me in a few minutes,â Azzi finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Paige smirked against her skin. âMmm, ok.â
Azzi barely had a moment to gather herself before Paige was moving back near her lips, a knowing smirk playing on her face.
Azzi huffed, her breath still uneven. âSuddenly, youâre Chatty Cathy.â
Paige chuckled, tilting her head as she watched Azziâs every reaction. âI usually just donât have much to say.â
Azzi gave her a look, her lips parting slightly as she caught her breath. âYou do now, apparently.â
Paige didnât answer with words this time. Instead, she leaned in, nipping at Azziâs neck, her teeth grazing just enough to make Azzi feel it.
Azzi inhaled sharply, gripping Paigeâs arm.
Paige smirked against her skin. âSeems like you do too.â
Azzi was about to roll her eyes, ready to fire back, but the second Paige eased her fingers inside of her, her breath caught. Her lashes fluttered closed, her body reacting before she could think, and Paige caught it immediately.
She pulled back just enough to watch Azziâs face, her smirk deepening. âThatâs what I thought.â
Paige worked her fingers in and out, her head resting in the crook of Azziâs neck as Azzi fought to keep her composure. Paige hovered just inches from Azzi's ear, her lips brushed against the delicate skin, whispering words that sent a wave of heat across Azziâs neck. "You feel so good," Paige murmured softly.
"Can you feel how much I want you?" She drew her words out, the vibrations of her voice making Azziâs pulse race in time with her breaths.
Azziâs body responded before her mind could catch up, pulling Paige closer as she tried to ground herself in the feeling of her. Paigeâs lips brushed against her ear again, the gentle heat of her breath making Azzi shiver. âYou donât have to say anything, just feel it,â Paige whispered, the words hanging in the air between them.
The way Paigeâs breath mixed with her words, combined with the pressure of her body and the way she was working her fingers at the perfect pace, kept Azzi on the edge.
When Paige easily added another finger, Azziâs breath caught, her chest rising and falling faster. She couldnât help but let her hand drift down, grazing over the soft skin of Paigeâs side until her fingers brushed against the scar near her torso.
At the contact, Paige sucked in a small breath, and without a word, she gently took Azziâs hand, guiding it back up to her shoulder. The subtle movement was almost instinctive, a silent message that carried no discomfortâjust a quiet assurance.
Azzi, realizing what sheâd done, let out a breathless apology. âIâm sorry.â
Paige didnât say anything immediately. She simply shook her head, the slight smile on her lips reassuring and seemingly tender. âItâs fine, pretty.â Her voice was soothing, like a calm after the storm, and it melted any hesitation Azzi had.
The words made Azziâs breath catch, her eyes barely open as they met Paigeâs gazeâdeep brown eyes locking with Paigeâs steady blue ones. Azziâs voice barely broke through her breath, whispering, âIâm close.â
Paige nodded, her heart quickening, her breath steady as she stayed close, hovering just above her. Her lips brushed against Azziâs ear as she whispered back, âI got you.â
Azziâs grip tightened around Paige, her nails curling into Paigeâs skin, pulling her even closer. âCan you kiss me?â Azzi asked breathlessly, her voice nearly a plea.
Without hesitation, Paige leaned down, her lips capturing Azziâs in a passionate kiss. As soon as their mouths met, the kiss deepened, and Paigeâs senses swirledâAzziâs breath, the taste of her lips, the way her body moved beneath hers.
As the kiss grew more intense, Paige found herself swallowing Azziâs gasps. Azzi was shaking beneath her, the tension building in her stomach. Paige could feel it, her own body responding instinctively, but it was Azziâs trembling that made her want to hold on tighter. She kissed Azzi even deeper, feeling her tremble and pull at Paigeâs shoulders. With every second, the heat between them seemed to double, and Paige couldnât get enough of Azziâs lipsâof her soundsâof the way she reacted to her touch.
Azziâs body arched beneath her, and Paige felt the moment before Azzi released over her fingers, her hands tightening once more around Paige. She didnât break the kiss, her lips staying connected, savoring the moment as Azzi shuddered underneath her, the sounds she made muffled by their kiss that neither of them seemed inclined to stop.
After a few minutes the kiss finally broke, they were both breathless, but Paige stayed hovering above Azzi, her heart still racing.
After giving her a moment Paige moved off of Azzi and settled beside her, she could feel the soft heat of the moment still lingering between them. Azzi, though clearly trying to regain her energy, looked at her with a slight grin as she took slow, steady breaths, still adjusting to the aftershocks of what she felt.
Paige smiled a little, her voice. "Don't worry about it. You can get me next time," she said, her eyes filled with the playful confidence that Azzi had come to expect from her.
Azzi, barely opening her eyes, let out a small laugh, the remnants of pleasure still evident in her expression. "Who said anything about next time?" she asked, her voice light but laced with a hint of challenge.
Paige raised an eyebrow, giving her a lookâone that was knowing, confident, and just a touch teasing. Azzi saw the look and didn't bother arguing, instead rolling her eyes as she closed them, her body still trying to find its calm.
Paige got up and walked to the bathroom, the soft click of the door closing behind her was the only sound in the room. She stood in front of the sink, running the water to wash her hands. Her eyes caught the faint scar near her hairline in the mirror, a reminder of a past she usually kept tucked away. The scar wasnât large, but it was there and she noticed it every time she looked at herself.
Paige sighed softly, her reflection in the mirror a quiet reminder of everything she carried with her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let the moment pass, focusing on the present instead. The warm water running over her hands brought a sense of normalcy, something she could control in a world that often felt unpredictable.
After drying her hands, Paige stood still for a moment, giving herself a final glance in the mirror before turning to head back to the bed. The weight of everything was still there, but it was lighter these days, fading into the background as her mind shifted back to the room she was inâand the woman she had just met, someone who felt entirely familiar.
When Paige returned to the bed, Azzi was still lying there, her eyes closed, her breath steady but soft. The moment between them had settled into a comfortable quiet. Paige walked back to her side of the bed, her gaze lingering on Azzi for a moment longer before she sat down next to her.
Azzi opened her eyes, meeting Paigeâs gaze, her lips curving into a small smile. Paige gave her a soft smile in return, one that said everything without words. The air between them felt oddly still.
Paige settled into the bed, pulling the covers up over both of them, her body still warm from their earlier closeness. She could sense Azzi hesitating, her body almost stalling before she moved toward her. Paige chuckled softly, the sound slightly affectionate as she spoke. âWe just had sex, Azzi. I can hold you.â
Azzi didnât say anything at first, but Paige felt the shift in the mattress when Azzi finally moved closer. She rested her head against Paigeâs chest, letting out a small sigh as she cuddled into her side. It was as if the world outside of the room didnât exist anymore, the quiet intimacy settling between them. Azziâs hand found its way across Paigeâs stomach, her fingers gently brushing over her skin.
For a moment, Paige tensed as Azziâs hand grazed over the scar on her torso, a small but noticeable part of her that she had learned to live with but never truly embraced. Paigeâs breath hitched ever so slightly, but she didnât pull away. She flicked her fingers lightly against her side, a small but intentional movement as she fought her body not to react too strongly.
She willed herself to stay still, to just let Azzi be without any hesitation. Paige took a steady breath, tightening her other arm around Azzi, pulling her in just a little closer. She closed her eyes, letting the weight of the night, of their connection, wash over her as she allowed herself to slowly relax into the comfort of the moment.
Azziâs breath evened out against her chest, signaling that she was starting to drift off, and Paige willed herself to follow shortly after, the steady rhythm of their breathing a lullaby that eased her into sleep.
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Younger Years Pt. 2
Part 1
Summary: Damian gets temp de-aged to 6yrs old; cue him asking where his twin is. This is how everyone finds out about Danny's existence Word Count: 1608
If anyone were to ask how he reacted when Damian jumped from the bed to attack him, Dick would say that he reacted exactly as a vigilante whoâs been on the job for years now would. Ask anyone else who was there to witness it though and youâd get a much different story of events.Â
"Aaaahhh!" Both Dick and Damian slam onto the ground. Damian hits don't pack as much of a punch as they normally would, but that doesn't mean they're not precise when hitting a body's weak spots. "Dam- oof, Damian! Itâs okay, you're safe! I'm your brother!"Â
That did not have the desired effect he wished it did on the smaller boy; if anything Damian seemed to grow angrier at the mention of them being brothers. "Liar!"Â Â
The others must have heard the commotion because the next moment the med bay door is being thrown open with everyone rushing in. Jason is the first one to get to them, and when he does he's quick to grab Damian. He holds the furiously kicking child to his chest while pinning Damian's arms to his side.Â
"Dick, you alright?" Duke is kneeling by his side with a comforting hand on his shoulder as he helps Dick sit up. "Baby Damian really caught you off guard, huh?"
Somewhere in the midst of all the chaos happening Dick hears the sound of a camera click, and he can't help but smile. Another photo down!
"Damian," Bruce's voice is firm as he says, "You need to calm down; no one here is going to hurt you."
That of course does nothing to calm the child who just woke up with strangers surrounding him. "Since when has telling someone to calm down ever worked?" Tim questions as he watches everything from the doorway.Â
Bruce sends a slight glare Tim's way before directing his attention back to his youngest child, "Chum, my name is Bruce Wayne, do you know who I am?"
"No, but I know that you've somehow managed to take me hostage," Damian growls out. He's stopped struggling in Jason's arms, and seems to be analyzing them all with a hard gaze. "Who are you working for?"
"Do you know about Batman?" Bruce counter questions instead of giving any kind of answer.Â
"I might; is he the one behind this?" Damian for the first time looks unsure about what's happening,
Jason gives a little amused huff, "That is Batman, demon brat."
"Surely not!" Damian judgmentally looks Bruce up and down, "Batman is definitely taller than him."Â
That of course got a laugh from everyone, and even Bruce had an amused smile on his face as he thought about how Damian said something similar when meeting him for the first time.Â
"And do you know who Batman is when it comes to you?" Dick asks after a few seconds. It's clear at this point that Bruce is trying to see if Damian has been told who his father is. If they can establish that relationship now it might save them all from anymore attacks; at least for the rest of the night.
Instead of answering Damian tucks his chin to his chest and glares at the ground. What's really shocking though is how his body goes almost limp. It seems to shock Jason as well because his tight grip even loosen, and changes to a more gentle hold.
Asking questions probably isn't going to get the baby assassin to trust Dick thinks to himself; not with how his youngest brother was raised. They're going to have to try something else, "Hey Dami, how about we-"Â
Before he can continue though Dick is cut off by a loud smacking sound. Damian had very suddenly thrown his head back so that it would hit Jason square in the face. He wouldn't be surprised if it even broke Jason's nose from the sound.
With Jason's grip already loose it doesn't take a lot of effort for Damian to escape his grasp, and make a run for the door. Tim, who was far more focused on his camera, didnât even have a second to properly react before he was being knocked out of the way. Allowing the young child access to the whole cave. Â
"Motherfu-" Jason cuts himself off with a groan before running towards the door as well, "You really let him run right past you, Timbo?"
"You're the one who let him go!"
"He broke my nose!"Â
"Guys!" Duke shouts as he runs past the two of them, "let's focus on finding Damian before fighting with each other!"Â
That kicked everyone into gear as soon all of them were now trying to find the escapee who had seemingly disappeared. The only thing they can hope for right now is that he doesn't find a weapon of any kind.Â
Everyone has split off in different areas to search, and taking the situation more seriously knowing that the kid could pop out of anywhere and attack them. It's not until after 20 mins of searching that Dick decides to just start speaking, hoping that he can somehow convince him to come out of hiding at the very least.Â
"Damian, I know that you know Batman is your father, and now you know that Bruce," He gestures to where the older man is standing, "is Batman; your father! I swear you are safe here."
The cave is covered in silence as everyone waits for a response to come. Just as it looks like nothing will happen a slight but deliberate sound comes from the side of where he is.
"Damia-"Â
"Silence." Damian speaks forward enough to be seen, but making sure to stand out of reach, "Did Mother set this test up? Grandfather? Either way I'm not falling for it. If you wanted to make this more convincing you should have included my brother."
Dick felt a pain in his chest at that word. Brother? Did Damian really have a brother while at the league? Is he talking about a sort of battle brother, or did Talia have another kid? Is it Bruce's kid? Taking a glance to where Bruce is he sees that the man must be having the same thoughts as his face sits somewhere between anger and grief.Â
"You have a brother!?" Tim is the one that finally asks the question on everyone's mind.Â
"There is no need to continue this act; I've already figured out that this isn't real."
"Like the same mom, same dad type of brother?" Duke even looks aghast at the revelation of a second possible child of Bruce.Â
Damian only looks more annoyed at each question, but answers anyway in a tone that makes it clear that he thinks the answer is obvious, "Tt of course. That tends to be the case with twins after all."Â
Damian has a twin?
The de-aged child in front of him could lie about a lot of things right now to get an advantage in this situation, but what advantage does lying about a twin get him? Damian seems so sure that all of this is a test from the league. There is no way he could lie about something like this.Â
Damian is a twin.Â
As much as Dick wished it wasnât true he couldnât lie to himself about this. Between the ages of 6 and 10 something must have happened to the other boy. Heâd bet money that whatever it was made Talia bring Damian to the manor. Why did she or Damian never say anything? Was his brother even given the chance to mourn the loss of his brother?
Damian had a twin.Â
"Jason, you were with the league for a while, did Damian really have a twin?" Tim whispers quietly to the man standing next to him.
"I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind when I was there, and even then I never saw the brat or brats I suppose."Â
"Enough!" Damian suddenly slams a foot onto the ground clearly done with everyone around him whispering, "the test is done, and I'm ready to return back to the compound."Â
Tim now turns to Bruce with nothing but shock still on his face, "I think it'd be easier to just explain the truth to him. Otherwise this is what the next couple days are going to be like.â
"The baby assassin is just going to keep attacking us and trying to escape otherwise." Jason adds on as well as he takes a seat at the center table. âI for one would like to keep the demon spawn close by because Iâve got some questions heâs going to need to answer ASAP when heâs normal again.â
Bruce seems to finally snap out of his trance and slowly starts to make his way to Damian. Once he's just out of reach of his son he kneels down so that he's much closer to Damian's current height. "Son, this isn't a test, and I am your father.â
"You are a liar; my father wouldn't leave Danyal behind!"Â
No one was surprised this time when Damian sprung forward to attack Bruce. In the end Alfred had to give him a light sedative to calm him down enough to be laid back down on the med bay bed. Duke even went upstairs, and brought Alfred the cat down to sleep in the boy's lap. Unsurprisingly, that cat still loves him when he's this small.Â
For now they can only hope that things will be calmer when Damian wakes up again.Â
The cave after that was met with suffocating silence as there was only one thought in everyone's head.
"What happened to Danyal?"
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You quietly sigh to yourself as you look at the two most important men in your life standing before you.
Both your brother and boyfriend look like theyâve been through the mudâor rather, the wet grass of the Quidditch pitch; but the former is clearly faring worse than the latter.
Youâd watched the whole brawl go downâthe whole school had, staff included.
The only reason Fred isnât bleeding like Draco or sporting a busted lip like his twin is because his teammates had held him back.
Three of them.
Heâs not hurt, but heâs furiousâand while heâs been good on leaving Draco alone since youâve begun dating, the look in Fredâs eyes right now tell you that heâs still reared up to go.
And you canât say you blame him. Your brother had been out of line and you know it.
Which is why you cross your arms and focus on the blonde, staring into an identical pair of your own grey eyes as you frown.
âI donât even know where to begin with you.â You say quietly. âNot only do you insult my boyfriendâs mother and his family homeâbut then you go and get into a brawl with his brother!? And then get them both banned from playing Quidditch!?â
Draco is immediately on the defense. You know your little brother. You see it in the way he stands up straighter, face growing contrite and indignantâheâs going to argue back.
And sure enough, âHe hit me first! What was I-â
âI donât want to hear it.â You cut him off sharply, and he instantly quiets. Years of being a big sister and essentially second mother for him during the school year has taught him when to back down.
âYou deserved it, and we both know it. You insulted the Weasleys first. George mightâve thrown the first blow, but you threw the first stone.â
You shake your head slowly as you look down at him. âAfter everything our family has been through, DracoâI really thought you would know better than to attack another personâs.â
He swallows softly as he hangs his head, his fists clenching at his sideâa habit he does whenever heâs angry at himself. And your father.
You can see that your words have hit home for him. Good. You know your little brother is an arse, which is putting it lightlyâbut you also know that thereâs still good in him.
âIâm sorry.â He says quietly, and you shake your head.
âIâm not the ones you need to apologize to.â You say pointedly as you raise a brow.
Dracoâs face morphs into an angry scowl and for a moment, you almost think heâs going to take it all backâbut then he lets out a soft sigh and looks at Fred.
âIâm sorry, Weasley. It was wrong of me to attack your motherâs character and home like that. Or get you banned from Quidditch.â He says quietly. He looks like heâs just swallowed a sour lemon as he says itâbut his tone is genuine and you know he means it.
You look at your boyfriend then, to gauge his reaction.
Itâs his decision whether he forgives your brother or not, and youâll support him in whatever choice he makes. Draco messed up, and you wonât allow your brother to get away with his wrongdoings like everyone else does.
What kind of a big sister would that make you?
Fredâs still angry, you can tell. His jaw is clenched and heâs taking deep breaths. He seems to grow taller as he stares down at the younger boy, and his fingers twitch at his sideâlike heâs fighting his body to keep still.
âIâm going to say this once, so listen up, Malfoy.â He starts, his stare growing more intense as he continues to look down at your brother.
âI donât like you. I probably never will if you keep up the way you areâbut I do respect you. Youâre my witchâs brother, and whether you like it or not, Iâm marrying your sister one day.â He steps closer, the height difference becoming more apparent as he does so.
Dracoâs tall, but Fred is just simply taller.
âIâm here to stay, mate. Weâre going to be in each otherâs lives forever. So stay in your lane, and Iâll stay in mine.â He nods slowly.
âBut speak on my family like that again, disrespect the Weasley nameâyour sisterâs future name; and Iâll show you why you should consider yourself lucky it was the other twin that got his hands on you today.â He finishes quietly.
Fredâs words even make the hair on the back of your neck rise. You know he means it, and from the way Draco swallows and casts his eyes to the sideâhe knows it too.
The blonde nods slowly. âUnderstood.â
Fred seems to ease up a little then, as he takes a step back and then another. He doesnât stop until heâs beside you, arm securely wrapped around your waist.
Draco turns to look at you again and you instantly see the question in his eyes.
Are we okay?
You sigh softly and nod as you move to wrap your own arm around Fred.
âApologize to the rest of the Weasleys by tomorrow.â You narrow your eyes, âI will know if you donât.â
Draco lets out a quiet sigh and nods. âI will, Y/N. I promise.â
You step away from Fred to pull the younger boy into a hugâone he returns reluctantly, but within seconds heâs squeezing you tight and resting his chin on your shoulder.
He needs this hug. Deep down, your brother is sensitiveâhis craving for love and belonging steep. He always needs reassurance whenever you two have a row, always afraid that thatâll be the day you walk away from him forever. Thank you, dad.
âWeâre okay, I promise. I love you, even though youâre a little shite sometimes.â You whisper softly, and smile when you feel him squeeze you tighter.
When you pull away, he returns your smile with his ownâalbeit smaller. âI love you too, Y/N.â
He nods to Fred and then begins to head to the dungeons.
You smirk softly as you make your way back into Fredâs arms, watching your brother go. âStaying with Fred tonight, cover for me with Snape! Thanks, love you!â
You hear a faint groan of complaint as he rounds the corner and you smile triumphantly.
Fred rubs your arm up and down gently as he chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.
You tilt your head up to him and smile apologetically. âIâm sorry for what he did today.â
He shakes his head instantly as he rubs your back soothingly. âDonât apologize for him, love. You did nothing wrong.â
âI know, I know, but still. He said awful things about your mum and got you banned from Quidditch!â You sigh softly as you loop your arms around his neck and begin to fiddle with his hair. âHeâs my little brother. My responsibility.â
Fred grabs your hands and brings them to his lips, kissing them gently. âYour brother, yes. Your responsibility, no. But your efforts are appreciated, love.â
He smirks softly as he pulls your hands back around his neck. âYou had the git apologizing quicker than itâd even taken for the brawl to get going.â
You shake your head in amusement as you roll your eyes playfully. Normally, you would gently chastise him whenever he makes a snide remark about your brotherâbut you figure you can let it slide for today, all things considered.
âI hope you didnât accept his apology for my sake, though. You have every right to be upset and not forgive him if thatâs how you feel, Freddie.â You say softly.
He shakes his head gently. âI know, love. I chose to forgive him for exactly why I told him.â
You melt as you recall his words about marrying you and someday giving you the Weasley name. âI canât believe you said all of that.â
âAnd I meant every word of it.â He murmurs softly before gently pulling you into a deep but tender, lingering kiss.
When he pulls back, he smiles, thumb caressing your cheek as he cups your face. âBesides, the way I see itâthe bloke hates me and Iâm dating his sister. He can still play Quidditch, sure, but whoâs the real winner here? And I didnât even have to touch a single hair on his pointy head.â
You burst out laughing before leaning into his chest. âThe real winner of the brawl, huh?â You play along.
He just smirks softly. âDamn right, love.â
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⤡ eijirou kirishima x reader
⤡ friends to lovers, kiri implied to be taller than reader, inspired the song âlook after youâ by the fray
compassion is second nature to eijirou kirishima. heâs always willing to lend a helping hand, no protest and no questions asked.Â
heâs the âbroâ friend, the big-brother of the group standing over you all like a shield. they donât call him the sturdy hero for nothing.Â
heâs saved your life plenty of times, common in your line of work. but most often the things kirishima saves you from arenât as big as falling buildings or supervillains.Â
he always carries an extra hoodie for you in case you get cold. he makes sure everyone drinks water on the weekend group hikes. he always, always offers to share his snacks and insists even when you refuse.Â
he texts you to make sure you got home safe, even when heâs the one who drove or walked you.Â
for godâs sake, this is the man that sprinted two blocks to a corner store to buy tweezers when you got a splinter one time a few years ago.Â
you wonder sometimes how a heart as big as his even fits in his broad chest.Â
every other weekend bakugou insists on dragging everyone out for a hike because he canât catch up with you all over dinner like a normal person and needs to do something active.Â
todayâs hike had taken longer than youâd originally thought. bakugou got a little too ambitious with his destination, and then mina and denki had wandered off the trail, and then sero twisted his ankle chasing after them.Â
itâs nighttime now, and everyoneâs been dropped off. youâre the last stop, sitting in the passenger seat of eijirouâs car and wondering how long you can linger without it being weird.Â
you sigh after a long moment of sitting in peaceful silence with the faint radio music, finally moving to get out of the car.Â
ânight, kiri,â you say in the voice of someone who really doesnât want to say goodnight.Â
he moves when you move, clambering out of the drivers seat with a little smile. âiâll walk you up.â
you stop, meeting his big crimson eyes. âitâs a ten foot walk to the door.â
âyeah.â
âyou could just watch me from here, yâknow?â
he shrugs, coming around to your side of the car. ââs no big deal.â
you can feel the warmth coming off his body from when heâs standing next to you. youâre staring up at him curiously, and he blinks down at you.Â
âi can see your breath,â he chuckles, taking his scarf off and wrapping it around you loosely while you stand there, stunned. his hands linger on the fabric, warm on your shoulders as he beams down at you.Â
âeiji, donât you ever get tired of looking after everyone?â you ask after a minute, walking up to the door at his side.Â
kirishima hums thoughtfully, thinking on it for a second. âi mean, maybe sometimes i guess? but not really, âcause i look after the people i care about. so itâs not really work for me, yâknow?â
âbut donât you ever want someone to look after you?â youâre at the door now, but you donât want to go inside just yet.Â
âyou do,â he replies with a little smile, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world.
you blink, stunned by the revelation.
âyou always check up on me. text me good morning and good night. make sure i rest when iâve been working too hard. carpool front seat so i donât have to drive alone in the night.â heâs ticking them off on his fingers, an indescribable fondness in his voice. âand besides,â he adds cheerfully, âseeing you happy always has me feeling brand-new.â
you stare up at him with big, soft eyes. âkirishima, i love you.â
he laughs bashfully, scratching at his neck. âyeah, man, i love you too.â
âno, eiji, like i love you.â
he looks at you, meeting your loving gaze. his cheeks darken, and he looks almost nervous. âyouâŚyou do?â
you donât dignify him with a spoken answer. you try to put any words you mightâve strung together into the kiss you pull him in for, clutching at his jacket to bring him down.Â
he almost gasps into your mouth, but after a moment heâs cradling your face in big, careful hands like youâre the most precious thing heâs ever held.Â
heâs grinning when you pull away, eyes like melting rubies. âi love you, too. but i think maybe you knew that already.â
dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/anitalenia â one hug from kirishima could fix all my problems. no further comments.
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Dear diary - George Weasley x gf!reader, perv!Ron weasley
summary: Ron can't help his crush on his older brother's girlfriend, and catches himself in some inconvenient situations cw: SMUT, exhibitionism a little bit wc: 2.3k+
Ron was officially jealous of his older brother. Not that he hadnât been before. George was the taller, funnier, more athletic version of himself, who was loved by everyone around him but the exceptional slytherins. But most importantly, George was loved by you. Despite you being two years older than Ron, in the same year group as the twins were, his delusions led him to believing that in some universe, he had a chance with you. It was never an option in his mind that youâd end up with one of his brothers. In fact, heâd never seen you speak to either of the twins until youâd strolled into the common room one day, hand in hand with the one and only George Weasley.Â
Ron was a jealous man by nature, but seeing you with George made him resent his older brother. Whenever Ron smiled at you in the hallway before youâd started dating George, youâd always had the decency to at least acknowledge his presence, however now you were so preoccupied by cozying yourself into Georgeâs side that you didnât even avert your gaze from him. Ron watched as you led George onto the couch in front the fireplace, letting him sit down before sitting yourself right next to him and threw your legs over his lap. George snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him, and you leaned your head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. Georgeâs second hand came to rest on your exposed calf, caressing your leg up and down. Ron averted his gaze from his brother to you, and your cotton shorts that allowed Ron such a view of your legs.
Ron felt the couch dip down next to him, and he only removed his stare from your figure when he heard Hermioneâs warning of âDonât let any of your brothers catch you staring at her. If Fred finds out, then so does George, and if George finds out⌠Well.â Ron furrowed his eyebrows, mumbling âWhat do you mean?â but Hermione only gave him a knowing look.
As the months went on, Ron only hoped that you and George would finally break up, and that some months later youâd magically realise that he was the wrong brother for you, and that Ron had been waiting for you the entire time. George would have to get over it, Ron thought. However, to Ronâs horror, you and George had made it all the way to the summer, and after meeting his parents, Molly and Arthur had insisted you stay at the Burrow for a while over the holidays. Ron was dreading the two weeks youâd agreed on staying with them for, and had even complained to Ginny that the Burrow was too full, but sheâd only snapped that it never seemed too full when his friends were staying over.
Ron was the first of his siblings to make it onto the platform when the Hogwarts Express arrived to the station. He made the most of the hugs and kisses his parents showered him with, sure that from the moment youâd walk off the train, all the attention would be on you. And Ron stood correct. Laughing along with Fred and George about something theyâd said, Ron immediately noticed the arm George casually had around your waist, keeping you close to him as you carried your bags across the station to meet his parents.
Unsurprisingly, Molly had immediately started gushing over you, and had gone on about how lovely it was to see you again. You bathed in the flattering comments, returning the compliments to the woman, who encouraged you to head to the Burrow with George by apparition. Ron had scowled at her words, imagining what youâd do once you got home alone. Would you let George kiss you deeply, push you on the couch while he praised your body, or would you only let him peck your lips softly, asking him where to put your belongings. Ron had discovered that he was wrong on both accounts. You hadnât done either of these things, instead leaving your luggage by the stairs, allowing George to lead you outside and show you natureâs glory all around the burrow.
Ron made it a point to avoid you throughout all your stay, Hermioneâs words stuck in his head. What would George do if he found out about Ronâs crush on his girlfriend? No matter, heâd rather George think he disliked you than liked you. Besides, you had Ginny there to give you all the attention in the world, so happy to have another girl in the house that George often found himself trying to steal you back from her.
Ron sat in the living room while you helped Molly bake some goods in the open kitchen, letting the twins play a game of Quidditch in the yard. Ginny sat at the kitchen table, in charge of making entertaining conversation while you and Molly spoke about the recipe. Though at Ginnyâs question âAre you and George going to get married?â Ron felt the energy in the entire room shift. His eyes glanced up from the sports magazine he read to see the look of shock on your face, eyes wide and jaw slack. Molly gasped, immediately scolding the young girl for her invasive question. âItâs fine Mrs. Weasley,â You reassured, adding âI donât know Ginny, thatâs kind of a loaded question.â
Your response was timed just right, because two seconds later, Fred and George came walking through the door, all sweaty from their match. You straightened your posture at the sight of your boyfriend, traveling the small distance of the kitchen so that George could easily whisk you away into a tight hug as soon as he walked into the kitchen. He used the grip on your body from his hug to spin you around, blocking you from his mother with his big back profile to dip his head down and give you a lengthy kiss. Ron, seated at just the right angle to have a perfect view of the kiss â and the cheeky squeeze George gave your ass â huffed in his chair, envy stirring inside him.
When the cookies you made were safely in the oven, you excused yourself upstairs, where George and his twin had retreated to shower. Knocking on the twinsâs door, you were welcomed with a view of your shirtless boyfriend, aggressively drying his hair with a towel. George grinned at you, shutting the door behind you when you entered, and leading you to his bed. George hugged you close to his chest, pressing fluttering kisses on your forehead while Fred finished his shower. âI donât think your younger brother likes me.â You mumbled, drawing shapes on Georgeâs bare chest with your finger. âThat ridiculous, sweetheart.â George answered, a laugh bubbling in his chest. You pulled away from him, an offended look on your face. âBaby, wait!â George laughed, tugging you back into him. âItâs ridiculous because Ron has the fattest crush on you. Read it in his diary.âÂ
The bathroom door opened, and Fred stepped out in a heap of steam from his hot shower. âHey, donât take credit for that!â Fred called out, imitating his brother's movement of ruffling his hair with a dry towel. âRight, excuse me. Fred read it in Ronâs diary, then brought me the diary, and then I read it in the diary.â You chuckled, pushing yourself up on the bed, looking back and forth between the two twins. âYou promise?â You asked, watching as Fred nodded his head in reassurance. âWhat do you mean âyou promiseâ? You want my brother to have a crush on you?â George asked with a frown. âWell Iâd rather he have a crush on me than dislike me.â George scoffed, shaking his head. He unraveled his arms from around you, standing up and leaving the room momentarily. You blinked slowly and sat up straight on the bed, wondering if youâd upset him. âDonât worry, heâs going to get the diary.â Fred said, turning his back from you to get dressed.
It was only seconds later that George came back, a scrappy red notebook in his hands. He spent a while flicking through the pages until he finally held a finger up, as if to silence you. âMy most recent problem is that I have the fattest crush on my brotherâs fucking girlfriend.â George started, and you covered your face with your hands, predicting the horror of what would come next. âSheâs got a great smile, great legs. Honestly, everything about her is great. I just wish that she was sleeping with me instead of Mr. George fucking Weasley.â Your jaw went slack, and Fred giggled from where he stood, listening to George beginning to flick through the pages again. âSo Georgeâs girlfriend is staying with us over the summer break for a little while, which is going to be an absolute - uh what does that say?â Fred joined George to inspect the handwriting before they called out âNightmare!â In synch.
âAn absolute nightmare, because Iâm going to be hard the entire time sheâs there, but my only source of relief will be seeing her with my brother. I swear to godric, if I hear them have sex and she moans Georgeâs name, Iâm going to cry. Oh hey, I donât remember reading that bit!â George added, putting a hand on his hip and humming apprehensively while he thought for a moment. You and Fred shot each other a look, and he grinned boyishly at you, commenting. âWell, Iâll make sure to leave you guys the room for a little bit.â You felt your cheeks heat up, eyes trained on George as he tossed the diary to the side, climbing back over you on the bed. George pushed your hair to the side, putting some of his weight on you as he started pressing kissed on your neck. âYeah, and have him call us down for dinner, will you?â Your eyes widened in shock, letting George push you down on the bed as he continued his attack on your neck, barely acknowledging Fred, who finally walked out of the room, letting you have temporary privacy.
George pulled the blanket from under you, separating from you to pull his trousers off. Luckily for you, he hadnât put on a shirt yet, and was making quick work of taking yours off. âBaby, isnât this a little cruel?â You asked him, accepting the kisses he left on your lips, and arching your back so he could slide his hands underneath you, unclasping your bra. George nodded in agreement, tossing your bra so it landed by the door. âItâll help him get over you.â He responded, tugging your trousers and underwear down your legs. âWhat, to see me naked?â George laughed, balancing himself over you as you helped him remove his boxers. âNo one is going to be seeing you naked but me. Whatâs going to help him move on is to see me on top of you. And to hear you screaming my name.â He whispered against your lips before pecking them softly, feeling your hands trail up to grip his muscular biceps. âYeah? You plan on making me scream?â George didnât answer you this time, only bringing his fingers down to your clit, where he began making small circles.Â
At your small gasp, he smiled, gripping his cock and bringing it towards your entrance. George spread your legs wider, making more space for himself between your thighs. In a few curt thrusts, he sheathed his cock inside you, biting his lip harshly and letting his head fall into the crook of your neck as he tried to adjust himself inside you, calming his breath down while listening to your little moans. âShit, that was harsh, Iâm sorry baby.â He apologised, cupping your cheeks and bringing you into a soft kiss. âWasnât harsh, feels good. Can you move?â The slow drag of Georgeâs hips had your jaw going slack, head digging into the pillow behind you as your eyebrows furrowed. George grunted, abs constricting with pleasure with each snap of his hips against yours. Absentmindedly, George reached back to pull the blanket over his torso, covering your naked body from view. The sounds coming from your mouth however, were free for anyone to hear.
As George increased the power and speed of his thrusts, so did the volume and frequency of the sounds you made. You desperately gripped onto Georgeâs shoulders, nails digging into his skin while a string of moans flowed out of you. The most recurring sound you made? His name. And that was the first thing Ron heard when he cracked the door open to come fetch you both for dinner. Everyone was already outside, the dining table laid out under the nightâs sky, but Ron was shooed away to call you down for dinner. Ron froze, hearing the high pitched cry of his brotherâs name escape your mouth, back arching so your chest pushed against your boyfriendâs. Even worse, Ron could hear the sound of his brotherâs hips driving into yours with every thrust, and the soft encouragements he told you. âThatâs right, say my name baby.â He groaned into the crook of your neck. Ron loudly slammed the door shut, turning his back to it as he processed what he saw.
The slam of the door barely reached Georgeâs ears with the way you screamed his name as you orgasmed, cunt clamping down on his cock so hard that he could only see white, whimpering your name in a manner he will deny ever happening. Your pussy milked Georgeâs orgasm out of him, making him pant heavily against you, and you ran your fingers through his hair when you finally recovered from your own orgasm. When George also recovered, he slowly pulled out of you, pressing a loving kiss on your lips before slumping against you once more. You giggled teasingly, saying âAll that for him not to even show up.â But your comment only backlashed humiliatingly when a George scoffed, saying âOh no, he showed up alright.â
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pairing: colin bridgerton x f!reader, brief benedict bridgerton x reader action
description: finally ready to get off the marriage mart, your family arranges a marriage to a bridgerton. but not the one you have always desired.
word count: 2.4k words
authorâs note: hiiii folks. this is part one so more coming soon. I wrote it in an hour after I watched pt1 of season 3. I only edited it a couple times. plus thereâs a lack of colin content on this website. so iâm here, filling the void â¤ď¸
You had waited for this night your whole life. The night you would be proposed to.Â
Your mother had ensured you wore your finest gown, a soft purple dress with beautiful sparkles and embellishments. She even gifted you a necklace your grandmother had worn the night of her engagement.Â
It was a huge moment for everyone involved. But you could not help but feel a pit in your stomach. You wanted to call them nerves, but it was more so you knew you were making a mistake.Â
When you arrive at Lady Danburyâs estate, you and your parents step out of a horse-drawn carriage and into a beautifully decorated ball. The candles lined the entrance, and red and white roses encapsulated the entire space.Â
You did the typical introductions and curtsies. You thanked Lady Danbury for throwing such a captivating event for your special moment. She smiled and told you that it had to be mesmerizing for such anticipation. You felt light-headed thinking of all the eyes that would be on you tonight.Â
You found your way to the ballroom, where ladies and gentlemen alike were already dancing. You find your way around the room, instantly finding a group of ladies you had made acquaintance with before. The four of you chat and they all share that they cannot wait to watch the Bridgerton boy propose to you in front of the masses.Â
It makes you sick to your stomach.Â
You excuse yourself to find some lemonade on one of the many tables. You would prefer some champagne, but alcohol does not make it right for you. It does not allow any clarity. So, you stand alone, trying to collect your thoughts and not freak out too much before anything happens.Â
âThereâs my gem.â
His voice is deeper when itâs right in one of your ringlet curls. It also doesnât help that heâs saying it for your ears only, making the comment even more sensual.Â
Colin Bridgerton was terrible at being just your friend. He was always too close to you, always searching you out in a crowd, and constantly waiting around for you at social events.Â
He had been doing it for years before he disappeared on a world tour. You knew your time on the marriage mart was over when your mother and father, a Duke and Duchess, pulled aside Violet Bridgerton and begged her to pawn one of her sons off onto you. And while she would have easily convinced Colin, he was in Italy learning about The Pantheon and had stated he had no intentions marrying.Â
So, Benedict would have to do.
You turn to face the taller gentleman, ensuring your posture was fixed to that of a Lady.Â
âMister Bridgerton, what do I owe the pleasure?â You falter to formalities, rather than your normal banter with him. You knew people would be watching you like a hawk, as tonight was the night Benedict was going to try to secure a proposal.Â
âI have not seen you in a year and suddenly you speaking to me as if I am a stranger,â His voice is confident, but his eyes read the same insecure boy you remember.Â
You let out a sly chuckle, âWell, we practically are at this point, are we not? You are the Tonâs most eligible bachelor as soon as you returned from your tour and I feel like the man gracing me with his presence is not the man I once knew.â
He seems taken aback by your comments, his face dropping a bit.Â
âIâve been hearing whispers amongst the Ton that youâre getting a proposal,â He halts, taking a sip of the lemonade slid between his fingers, âFrom my brother?â
You hear the jealousy laced in his voice, but you try your best not to call him out on it. You turn around, still shoulder-to-shoulder with the man. âOne can only hope, Mister Bridgerton. It would only be my pleasure to join the family.â
âAs Benedictâs missus?â
You want to scream at him, but your trained politeness is engrained deep within every fiber of your being.Â
âWell, I have you know, that it was arranged by your Mama and my parents. It is simply a way to join our families. You know my Mama and yours have always taken to one another. I did not know you would have such an issue with it.â
Before he can say more, you spot Benedict across the ballroom chatting with Eloise and Francesca. He meets your eyes and gives you a curt nod and smirk. You nod back, knowing that he would approach you once the conversation concludes. You had this whole act down to a science.Â
Because thatâs what it was for you. An act. A way to make your parents get off your back. It was no love match, it was only practical. Benedict was a gentleman, into the arts, comfortable with moving away from the city. He was everything you needed, just not what you wanted.Â
âI leave for a bit of time and suddenly my own brother is courting my best friend,â Colin groans, shifting in his spot. You return your gaze back to him, trying to understand why tonight had to be the night that he fought for you. The term best friend had a bite to it, as well. While you were a lady, you had already shared a kiss with a few boys, including Colin. While you two were underage and not able to make such distinct decisions on marriage, you knew that the feelings you had for him were shared.Â
What was so frustrating was that he could never actually confess such feelings. You could see it in his eyes when you glanced his way, but the words never slipped his lips. He only shot flirtations at you and then there was no action as a follow-up. It made your mind race and spin. You started to believe that it was not flirtations at all and it was all just teasing.
âI think you are missing out on the key point in your conjecture, Colin,â You lick your lips, moving only a bit closer to him so no one can hear your words, âYou left me. I stayed here and pondered what another season would be like without you. And of course, at the very end of such an event, you decide to be cruel.â
âHow am I being cruel, Miss? I am simply stating that you are choosing someone I care about for expedience and not for love.â
âYou are being cruel by approaching me and acting like you are even half aware of the circumstances you are speaking of.â
He chuckles, trying not to entertain your comments. âI am well aware that you have always wanted a love match. You know that is not what you are getting with Benedict, Gem.â
Your throat tightens because you know he is right. You have dreamed of a love match since you were a precocious child, enduring all the teasing him and Eloise about it.Â
And you knew deep down that the love match you wanted was with him.Â
The damn nickname he gave you years ago continues to get a rise. You can feel your face get flushed, the heat rising all the way down your neck and chest.Â
âWho said I needed a love match, Mister Bridgerton?!â
You never meant to be loud, but as soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize everyone staring your way. You had seriously messed up.Â
Colin did not even look away from your completely shell-shocked expression. He was not focused on the glares and whispers, he only cared that the woman he was in love with was about to marry his brother. He could not let that happen.Â
The feeling of embarrassment made every part of your body jittery. You decided that the exit seemed like the best option, so you made your way past everyone and ran to the back garden of the Danbury estate. The flowers that lined the railings made the tears in your vision sparkle like fireworks.Â
You try your best to suppress the useless waterworks, but the emotions get the best of you. You felt humiliated that you had to explain your motives to a man who hardly knew you anymore. What does he know?
You find a corner to hide in, making sure your face is hidden away from the exit. When you hear footsteps approach, you pray itâs not a Bridgerton. Sadly, youâre disappointed.Â
âWhat did Colin say to you?â
You remove your cream glove, ensuring no tear touches such an expensive fabric. You needed to collect yourself a bit before turning to face Benedict. So you dab your eyes with your fingertips and spin to face him. He looks concerned, his hand reaching for yours.Â
âI am so sorry, Lord Bridgerton. He got the better of me and he still knows how best to irritate me,â your eyes well up again with tears, âI do apologize for not being more put together.â
He squeezes your hand reassuringly, âDo not apologize. I expected him to be a bit tormented by the whole situation.â
You furrow your brows, quizzically. âWhat ever do you mean?â
âWell, he told my Mama last season that he did not want to marry because you were courting Lord Jacques. That is why he left early for his travels.â
The revelation makes your heart skip a beat, âWhy would him marrying have anything to do with me?â
You try to play dumb so maybe you could get more out of the man, but instead of answering you, he just shakes his head. His focus drops, and as soon as you lose fixation on his actions, you notice Colin loitering around the exit. You drop Benedictâs hand and sidestep to get the man in your line of vision.Â
âYou have never been good at hide and seek, Mister Bridgerton,â You say with spite, âStep into the light.â
His slow meander only makes you more angry.Â
âNow, why is my brother alone with my best friend in the garden? Seems like a scandal waiting to happen.âÂ
Benedict snickers, âSeems like we were never alone, brother. You appear to be around every waiting corner.â
You cross your arms, annoyed with both men and sick of the mortification. You could not help but appreciate Benedictâs snarky nature, it has always thrown Colin off his game. You clear your throat, bringing their eyes to you.Â
âI wish to understand why you lied to me about leaving early last season.âÂ
Colinâs disposition changes as soon as you say it. Last season, Colin left abruptly and wrote you saying it was because of a learning opportunity in Vienna. You took his word for it, but based on what Benedict had just told you, that was a lie.Â
âPardon m-â
âColin, why did you lie about leaving the season early?â
âGem, I really do not know where you got this information.â
âOh, give me a break, Colin. You told me and Anthony that you did not wish to marry unless a girl like her came around. When you realized she was interested in another, you left.âÂ
Colin races forward, grabbing onto the man to your left. He tugs his vest coat and brings him inches from his own face. The action rattles you, but you remain composed.Â
âI told you that in confidence!â
âAnd you are making her upset with your mind games! If you had just said what your heartâs truth was, you would be the one celebrated tonight. Instead, you stand by and fume over a woman you can no longer have.â
Colin clenches his teeth, âWho said I can no longer?â
Your stomach flips, unsure of how Colin could be so possessive of you. Benedict seems shocked as well because he nudges the man off of him and glances over at you. You realize that this is Colinâs way of confessing his intentions, but you cannot believe that he has to say it on the night of your engagement.
âYou are brazen to concur such a thing.â
Colin finally looks at you, taking note of your shaky voice. âSo, you are going to marry him?â
The unsettle in your heart has never gone away ever since you were told about the arrangement. You knew that your heart was telling you to run the other way, but you did not want to let down your family. You had taken kindly to Benedict, promenading almost every other day to get to know one another.Â
âI have not been asked yet, so I am not quit-â
Colin steps forward taking your hand, âWhat if I asked you first? Would you accept me? My hand, I mean?â
Benedict steps forward, touching his shoulder. âWhat are you doing?â
âGem, will you marry me?â
A tear slips past your lashes, your heart just about exploding within your chest. Colinâs eyes are desperate, pleading with you. You are not sure what to say, every possible word escaping you.Â
You realize you are panting, the breath leaving your lips labored in panic. You flick your sights over to Benedict, who is stunned but not trying to get Colin to retract his query. You revert your gaze back to Colinâs deep blue eyes.
âWhy now?â
He takes a deep breath, âBecause I am absolutely useless with my emotions and I have only humiliated myself when I express them. I did not think you would ever consider my hand and had I known that you thought kindly of me I would have told you the first moment you debuted. But I cowered in silence, hoping the emotions I have felt since I was a child would subside. But I have searched every corner of this world and I did not find one lady that made me feel the same emotions I feel when I even just look your way. I hate that it took me so long to realize that you are the only woman I will ever really⌠love.â
The confession is exactly what you need to change your mind. Because you felt the exact same way. All this time you have been running from the emotions you felt every moment Colin stared in your direction. You thought them immature and vain. But every time you watched him dance with another, the fire within you would burn. You were sick of loving him from far away.Â
âThe Ton believes me to be promised to Benedict. The embarrassment he will suffer if I accept your proposal could be deafening-â
âDo not worry about me, Miss,â Benedict says, pacing with his hands on his hips, âI could never fully live with myself coming between two lovers. I only waiting for him to realize what we have all been subjected to the last 3 years.â
Colin smirks at him, âAnd whatâs that?â
âThe torture of loving someone and not giving in to temptation.â
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