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I'm Happy Where The Devils Are

dbf!joel miller x younger!reader

summary: something something about forbidden things; you never learn, not until the heart you gave returns to you in shreds, bleeding out of love. what's left when you've given all of your heaven away? hell.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (but this time it's sad not hot or both idk), smut, p. in v., virgin!reader, (forced??) creampie, fingering, riding, oral (f. receiving), corruption kink, reader has no daddy issues ++her dad is lovely nor mommy issues like me but a secret third thing, ANGST IN CAPITAL, situationship™, jumping very late to this trend or series IDK hope someone still lurks around this neighbourhood, joel has no kids and is unmarried cause i need him to be BITTER, in short this is very AU canon divergence at max coded

word count: 7,629 words

side note: IF U SAW IT POSTED BEFORE NO U DIDN'T IT WAS A HONEST MISTAKE (clicked publish instead of save draft) OKAY i just searched thru my top 2024 songs by spotify for some inspo and well!!!!!! my yet to be dilf RM's (or joon as i, his wife, loves to call him endearingly) song called heaven popped up! those are the vibes if u wanna give it a listen (PLS DO OKAY HE RANKED TOP KOREAN ALBUM THIS YEAR AND I SEE I'M GETTING OFF THE HOOK BUT HE DESERVES IT RAHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH) and yk i said it's got the miller vibe going on: ANGST™ okay stopping my rambling and letting y'all enjoy (or suffer, idk anymore: as u see, i have a thing for sad complicated old man and suffering myself, because i could've choose any other idea but here goes user dilf-docs the angst whore choosing to suffer again lolz)

part: I / II

It was winter when he first touched you.

Joel Miller: a name you've learned to pronounce like it was spoken on a different language that only you knew.

You've known him for years, a familiar face that stands in corners and only laughs when spoken to, begrundingly, like it's rather a favor than something of his amusement. A guy who would drop by your house until you learned his name like he'd learn the games you'd force him to play. A friend of your dad, who moved back to town and has haunted your house since he stepped a foot inside, tainting the walls with his pine phantom.

Joel's a face you've seen age as much as he's seen you grow out of your pigtails and child-like wonder: and perhaps that's why it's wrong.

It is all so wrong: the way your gaze lingers a bit too long over his tired and bitter expresion, looking for those flickers of softeness that appear when your dad calls him. Old friend, filled with affection, and Joel can't deny the only man who hasn't left his side a smile that he hopes is enough to express what he can't; he's not good with words.

It is all so wrong: how the sheets stick to your body while you scream his name, the sound drowning against your pillow, your body leaking with the secret of an unspoken desire that gets harder to hide with each passing day.

But you can't help it: one day the feelings started to blossom and the admiration left for the crush to harvest until it fully bloomed in your chest. Its petals have asfixiated you ever since.

On winter, you returned to town, like a vice. You always came back for the holidays, a silver of hope that shouldn't exist. You felt it in the air, impregnated with a heartbreak so cutting, it was hard to remember when the winter carried the happiness it should've; all that's left was the cold, harsh feeling.

"Y/n!" your dad embraces your body on a hug as warm as a fireplace, "you're home"

He passes you around the people over, because that's how he always is: joyful, the house full with guests that don't stop at family, but feel as close as those of blood. She came! he loudly yet proudly announces your homecoming, adding small sprinkles of how's college and how smart his little girl is (a nickname he can't let go of, not caring if you were ten then and now just above twenty), not caring if your face is as red as christmas easters.

"You have to stop, dad" you plead with annoyance, but a small smile betrays you, "no one wants to hear how I'm top of my class again, for the millionth time"

"Well, it's my house" he jokes, "so they better get used to it" he then looks around the room, as if he's forgetting something, "ah, someone I must bore with your stories is missing..."

He talks to some more people around and you have to plaster a smile and salute faces you can't recognize, but as on cue, the door flings open, some people near the entrance greeting a face you've yet to see and recognize. Your father gets there first, the smile that spreads across his face making your stomach tie in knots.

"Joel's here!" he delivers with excitement, unaware of how your polite smile falters.

"Joel's here" you repeat, grief laced within your words. Grief of what? You don't know, but you do know a part of you dies the more you look at Joel Miller the way you're not supposed to.

"Come say hi" your father insists, happy in his ignorance, despite your paced walk and stiff demeanor.

And walking your way is him, the man who owns your heart without knowing.

His hair is still as soft as ever, more tints of grey sprinkled through it. Your fingers itch to trace it, so you keep your fists closed until the red nails dig into the tight white flesh. He has more wrinkles, pronounced when his brows furrow at the sight of you.

"I know she's grown a lot, but I hope you still recognize her" your dad says with affection, "isn't she beautiful, my y/n? Grown into a whole lady"

Your heart hammers against your chest as Joel looks you up and down, but there is no emotion across his face.

"It's only been a year, but sure, she has" as stoic as ever, but it's enough to make your nerves wreck. You can't believe how much a simple stare and a few words can get to you.

But you were always like this: weak. Back then, at kindergarten grounds, when making a friend seemed the hardest task. Now, at university, when you wonder if something is wrong with you that always makes you the last option to choose.

Maybe that's why Joel, a man so strong in appearance and character, never liked you: that all those memories were a dream, and he just did it as an extension of his affection for your dad.

You'll never forget that dinner last year, on these same days, when for the first time, both your parents left you alone with Joel, their guest for the night. There was a storm outside, and it was almost funny how the brash wind against the window mimicked your steady heart. You didn't know he was coming, but when you did, you put on your best dress on purpose and dusted a makeup palette a friend gave you, yet he didn't even look your way.

"Do you hate me, Joel?" you asked in a whispered breathe, the cold silence as answer.

It's contradictory, really: your love grows where his hate does. More like hate, it's a disregard so cruel, you can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with you, making you attached to an older man that only seems to have apathy for you. Because one thing is attraction, but other is the deep adoration where you'd die if he were to ask you.

It's your fault, really, for turning his life into folklore. You still remember sitting on your father's lap as he talked your ear off, full of stories that Joel, always by his side, would quietly laugh, the fireplace casting shadow over a man who seemed to overpower the darkness that now is palpable on his gaze. He'd said your dad was making him greater than he really was, pinching your cheeks as he called you sugar, reasoning you were so sweet.

But since last year, something shifted: he started avoiding you, like he resented you.

And you never understood why. So every season you've searched in his eyes for a sign, anything, that can make you go back to that speacial relationship you had, missing him like a little kid. It's been a year, and you feel, if possible, more at loss than before.

Back to now, it's almost midnight, and most of the guests have gone already. You've tried to look cool in the eyes of those who are still there, conversation flowing easily through your eggnog-tinted tongue, yet you know it's all pretend.

"Excuse me" you can't take it anymore, the air suffocating you in anxiousness.

"Where are you going?" questions your mom, stopping you in your tracks before going up the stairs.

You turn around and feign a smile, "Up to my room"

"Are you okay?" your dad asks with worry.

"Yeah, just tired" you lie with ease, and the miles you've driven back it up.

"If you need anything, just tell" she says.

When you fall against the mattress, all the weight settles in. You close your eyes and count to ten, breathing in and breathing out.

The door creaks, so you get up as you open your eyes. "Dad" you start, knowing he's all about giving you talks, "Not now, please-"

"M' not y'r daddy"

You shiver despite the closed windows.

"Joel!" you jump, straightening yourself, "did dad send you?"

He doesn't respond, looking at you through brown warm eyes that reveal nothing. The pit in your stomach grows along awkward silence.

"It's cold outside, isn't it?" you attempt to make conversation, hating the silence. But you fail: he's still here, and regardless of his indifference, he doesn't leave.

Maybe it's the bit of alcohol from before, but you're standing over until you get close to his resting figure against the doorframe, the darkness of your room leaving his face, now barely lit by the light outside in the hallway. Joel's so close you can hear his breathing, and it surprises you the way it drags like a cigarette.

You feel confident for the first time, defiant even, tired of it all, like if it was his fault you loved him. You're sick of him viewing you like a naive kid who knows no better.

"Joel, why are you here?"

The lavender gets under his nose, his skin on fire. He looks at you again, but this time, the brown in his eyes darkens.

"Joel...?" you ask on a shaky breath.

Before you can register, there's warmth against your cheek. His fingers graze your face with an unspoken yearning on his fingertips, as he gently grabs your chin.

Your breath hitches, hand traveling to feel his on your face, to see if it's real and not a dream.

"Joel, what are you doing?"

He backs up, like your touch burns. And then looks at you, as if you're a stone on his shoe: just like all those boys back at the city, who have rejected you. You feel small, like crying.

"M' sorry" and walks out of your room, his scent up your nose. His limping figure walks down the hallway that now looks longer. You don't realize how long you've stared until you hear your father ask downstairs where was he.

It's like he was never there.

It was spring when he first kissed you.

It's funny how you still came back home after such disastrous holidays.

Joel stayed for the rest of the holidays, including Christmas and New Years, and when he hugged you in the living room full of guests, you had to pretend his fingers hadn't hold you differently before. You both lied your way out, and when you left, for the first time, you felt relieved, which is why it took some convincing from your father to make you return for spring.

"You couldn't miss this" he insists, "it's the best time to visit the cabin"

And you have to agree: a small cabin by the lake that your parents bought when they first moved in to town, a place you spent most of your childhood. Your father taught you how to fish there, and ever since, even as you moved away for college, you came back to do so, a tradition kept intact despite the years.

Your mom looks at you from the rear view mirror. "He wouldn't stop talking about it, afraid you wouldn't join us this year" your dad hushes her, embarrased, "oh! Don't act like you didn't"

Truth is, you'd still come: you miss the green tickling your bare feet, the cold water, and the sun kissing your skin as you lay outside. It's a lie you don't wait all year to leave the cold city and embrace the blooming spring.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, dad" you lay against the car's door, closing your eyes as you smile. He doesn't say anything, yet with the way your mom giggles, you know he probably got teary or something―your sappy old man.

The car stops, the cabin in front of you. You feel like crying, so many memories flooding you. Alright, you're being sappy just like your dad, but it's been a hard semester and you missed your family.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something" he says as you get out. The small denim short rides up as you stretch, your legs numb from the trip.

"Yeah?"

A car honks from behind. You jump, loosing balance as you trip. "Ow!" you land on the grass, embarrasingly so.

"C'mere" you look up, the sun blinding his face. "Lemme help ya', sugar"

The nickname feels like a slap to your face, so you stay there stupid, body stiff as you raise up, Joel's face flooding your field of vision.

"That's what I forgot to tell you" your dad laughs, "or who"

You're not laughing. Joel Miller is here and it's ruines your trip.

"Well, you should've" you took his hand just for the show, because you know your mom is observant. If there was an electric rush, you must've imagined it, just as the way his hands fall to his sides, twitching.

Over the next couple of days, you try to ignore him as much as you can, pretending your spring hasn't changed: fishing, laying down, sun and baths.

"Hey"

Your sun glasses rest on your nose as you raise from your spot, laying on a towel on the grass as you sunbathe.

"What'd want, Joel?" your tone is icy, contrasting the warmer climate.

"M' going to the lake" he mumbles, then stays silent. It's almost as if he's waiting for you to answer.

"Okay?" you lay down again, "have fun"

"Y'r dad said you'd teach me" he raises a fishing row.

You groan in annoyance, getting up from your spot, "why doesn't he do it?"

"Said y'r the best" then coughs, "besides, I think him and your momma needed some time alone..."

You walk past, shoulder brushing against his. You've never been this childish before, but your anger fuels your emotions: rage when you see him and remember how the warm of his touch turned cold in seconds.

You arrive at the small dock, sitting on the rather hot wood. You don't flinch, trying to prove nothing. Joel sits next to you and makes a face at the burning sensation.

"What?" you mock, venom dripping from your tone, "can't handle some heat?"

He just scoffs, passing the row to you with a little more force than necessary.

Your petty revenge is splashing his shirt, damping the cotton with the lake's water.

"I'm sorry" you apologize, feigning an innocent tone, "wanted to freshen up"

"Thought ya could handle the heat" Joel grumbles.

Then he curses under his breath, taking the shirt off and tossing it to the side.

You take in now shirtless body, admiring the strong muscles, broad shoulders and sturdy back. He sits next to you, his belly pushing just above the seam of his shorts. You recoil, almost as if heat radiated off his body, your cheeks burning. Your hands tremble as you hold the row, and it takes every strength of you to not succumb to the dangerous view; it's all too tempting.

"Y'r gonna teach me or what?" he breaks your train of thoughts, his voice so low, as if you were a little animal he was trying not to scare off, "just gonna stare? Ain't y'r daddy taught ya some manners?"

A current shoots through your body and looses itself in the middle of your legs.

You divert your gaze, ashamed. "Don't know what you're talking about"

"Liar" but it's so soft, it sounds more like an observation than an accusation.

"Drop it, Joel" you focus on the water but you know your mind is elsewhere.

"Sugar..."

You feel like throwing up. Why after ignoring you is he calling you like he used to? When he was your favorite person in the world and you were his. He used to hold you close, but now acts like your touch is poisoned. Joel confuses you too much; he's got you feeling like screaming at the sky.

"I said drop it, Joel" you seethe, "you may be old, but you're not deaf"

"And you may be young" his fingers remove the glasses from your face, your wary eyes in exhibit, "but y'r too bold"

They stay there, on your face, his rough fingertips touching your soft sun-kissed skin.

You don't know why you do it, but you do.

You get up, your legs on his face. Until then, you don't realize how close you two were.

"I'm not bold, Joel" you whisper, "I'm scared"

And then you jump.

The world reduces to a blur, body as light as a feather. The sensation of falling is familiar and you don't know why.

It's barely a second, like a blink.

The cold water hitting your body brings you back to reality.

You can't see, it's all dark. But you feel free: you may be underwater, but over him.

You feel like you got the upper hand, but then the water starts moving and a huge splash next to you makes you look back.

Joel jumped too.

"What are you doing?!" you shout.

What are you doing to me? What do you want from me? What will you do to me?

"Takin' a splash" he answers, like it's obvious.

"You know what I meant" your tone is rather spiteful.

"And you had'a teach me" he's again in front of you, barely inches away, "so I guess we're both dissapointed we didn't get what we wanted"

There's water dripping from his hair, falling to his face. Water drops adorn his eyelashes, warm eyes deeper than ever, and you feel like drowning even as your body floats.

"And what do you want?" you challenge, the question implying only so much.

His lips clash into yours, hungry like a wolf. Your hands immediately grip his neck for support as his tongue forcefully gets inside of you, water droplets filling your taste buds. You gasp for air, all of your body pressed against his.

"That answer y'r question?" tone defiant, as if he's also a player on this game that's just started.

You just don't know yet how much you've got to loose.

It was summer when he became yours.

You'd never anticipated coming back home as much as now.

The lingering feeling of his scruffy beard against yours, back pressed against the walls of the shed at midnight while he devoured your lips in a hungry kiss has stayed with you since you left the cabin, trapped in the salt air. Now you're coming back for more, butterflies in the low of your belly as you remember his words:

"When y'get back, I'll have ya' a surprise"

You park at your house, searching for the keys under the rug, but they aren't there. You knock to no answer, so you call your dad and mom, only for both of the calls to go directly to voicemail. Yes, you came a day earlier than planned, but your parents are always home the week you arrive, so something must be going on.

Before you worry, a voice behind you says:

"Ain't nobody inside. Y'r folks went out"

It's Joel, looking as good as the last day you saw him. Just to taste him again, you were complaint on every single of his requirements, one being no contact. He claimed he didn't want to distract you back at college, and you didn't ask any more questions, afraid you'd press a wrong button and loose what felt like a dream.

"Really?" you walk out of your porch to where he is, resisting the urge to kiss him in the middle of your neighbourhood's street.

"Hmh" he nods, "said they ain't comin' back soon"

"They told you so?" you question, "why do I feel you had something to do with it?"

"Ain't do shit" he crosses his arms, the t-shirt sleeves making his arm muscles more prominent. He then coughs, "just recommended y'r dad a nice restaurant outside town. Maybe they'll be later than night, traffic is kinda packed at late"

You smile, "Joel?"

He doesn't look at you, "yes?"

You fail to suppress a giggle, "did you just get rid of my parents?"

"No" he answers, stern. "Now" he looks around, all doors closed, "why don't 'cha come inside? Sun is hittin' hard"

He's a terrible liar.

As soon as you enter his house, you can't believe you've never been there before, visits usually in your house.

It's exactly what you expected: a simple and sober decoration that hides a welcoming feeling somewhere. There's something else you notice: the lack of pictures.

"Make yourself comfortable" he says, coughing, looking akward all of a sudden. You want to laugh and coo his now insecure demeanor, shy in your present. If he seemed sure before, he doesn't anymore. "I''ll get ya' some water"

"Joel?" your voice comes out low, equalling a purr. His cock twitches in his pants at the way you call him.

"Yes?" he swallows, adam's apple bobbing.

"I hope you didn't bring me into your house just for a glass" then you sit on the couch, the small short you're wearing riding up your thighs. "Besides, I'm not thirsty"

He doesn't move, almost as if he's lost the ability to react; in a trance.

"What do you want?" voice deep, like he'd give you anything you ask.

"Have you forgot already, old man?" you quip. "You promised me something" even if your voice is steady, your fingers tremble when you start un-buttoning your shirt, "and I'm waiting for it"

If he could drool like a dog, he would. He slowly gets closer to you, until he's towering over your sitting figure.

"Ya' think it's funny tempting me like that, sugar? Playing with an old fuck as me like that?"

You whimper, resolve melting quickly. "N-no" you feel ashamed, hand ready to button yourself again until his hand grabs yours, stopping you from doing so.

"I'm sorry, sugar" he raises your body swiftly, making you stand up. "Actions have consequences, and I'm gonna teach ya' some"

When his lips land on yours, you feel you've reached heaven again. His mouth easily know your roads, traveling to every spot he can to deepen the kiss. He eats you out like he's starved, sweat starting to pool in your foreheads. He grabs you by the waist, pulling your closer if possible, your chest clashing against his pecs. His heart hammers against you, and that's all you hear aside your raggedy breaths and famished clashing. You grab his hair again, feeling the soft texture under your fingers. Joel moans against your lips when you bite his, something a friend told you to do, and it's proven to work.

"Where'd you learn that, huh?" you taste like strawberries, the proof on his now coated shiny lips and your disheveled gloss. His grip turns stronger, "thought ya' were innocent, little vixen"

"I still am" you avoid his gaze, and even if his hold falters, when you look again into his eyes, there's a flame burning in them. "But I want you to have it, Joel"

"Sugar-" starts, condescending.

"Don't" you immediatly cut him off. "I'm an adult, I know what I want"

"I just want ya' to be sure" but his cock is already hard, "don't want ya' to regret it"

"I could never regret you, Joel" you whisper.

He picks up your body, that despite the years, is still as strong as ever. He goes up the stairs, looking at you so lovingly, you feel like anything is possible.

Maybe this is how it feels like.

He softly drops you onto the mattress, that dips under your weight. You place yourself against the bed head, and when Joel gets in, it creaks.

"I'm gonna make ya' feel so good, sugar. I promise" he slurs, "Now be a good girl and open up for me"

Your part your legs, and he's taking down your shorts until your lingerine is exposed. With wandering fingers, he traces your inner thights, delighted at the way you squirm under his touch. He then travels to your pussy, the clothe the only thing separating him from your bare cunt.

"Has anyone eat ya' down here before?" he can smell your arousal, seeing the wet spot in the middle of your panties. He's salivating at the fresh meal. You deny, embarrased, but he seems content at that, "those dumb college boys haven't treated you right? Then lemme show y'how a real man's supposed to eat ya'"

He strips you off your panties, landing somewhere on the floor. You shudder at the sudden breeze on your bare core.

"Already drippin' for me?" he softly laughs, "we ain't even started"

He dives down, the rough of his facial hair sending tickles through your body. He gives a small lick at first, as if testing. When you let out a small moan, he feels invencible. He keeps the ministrations going, more cute sounds escaping your lips. He wants to hear more of them, addicted to the sound, heat pooling when he remembers he's the one causing them.

"Liking it, sugar?" he stops to ask, his voice provoking more vibrations that hit your core in a pleasant way.

"D-don't stop" you plead in the middle of a whine.

He eats you like a madman. Slurping and sloshing sounds bounce off the walls, your hands gripping his greying locks tightly as his face pushes further into your puffy heat, sucking on the sensitive clit. With his filthy mouth, he takes on of the lips on his mouth, robbing a loud groan out of you.

"Your pussy, God" his breath fans against it, "tastes so good, sugar, sweet like you" he licks more, making it get wetter. You didn't know you had that in you, nothing compared to when you tried to touch yourself back at your dorm, too ashamed to try anything else.

He groans against your heat, sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

He then gets up, showing you his thick digits like one shows something new to a baby, "guess what?" you have no idea, and your innocent doe eye'd gaze makes him squirm at the thought of being the first to touch untainted territories (in many ways).

"M' gonna finger you baby, okay? I promise's gonna feel good" Joel assures as he slowly inserts one of his fingers. You arch your back as you felt his fingers in your warm walls. He then puts another, thick fingers in and out of your pussy, your arousal dripping down his wrist. You squirm and whine, thighs shaking at the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you. There's a weird tension happening down there. "J-Joel" you pant, "I feel-"

"Let it go, sugar" he doesn't stop, "I'm here for ya' and y'r sweet cunt"

Liquid soon gushes out. "Fuck" he curses. You shy away and looking everywhere but his eyes.

"Feels good?" you nodded incoherently, "wanna feel even better?"

He gets rid of his pants, the silhoutte hard under his underwear. You gulp, afraid you might not take it.

"Joel..." you call his name, hesitant. Fuck, he's so horny he could care less if he's too big for your first.

"We'll go slow" he leans forward to kiss your forehead, "I know'll take it"

"O-okay" you're still not sure and a bit afraid, but you want him, so you surrender to him.

You feel something heavy go inside your folds. You look down to see his enormous cock sliding in between your tight walls, the skin glistening in your slick,round tip leaking with his precum.

"Tell me" he's soft on you, despite what you're doing, "I'll stop if it hurts"

It does. It burns: how your cunt tries to adapt to his girth, stretching in a painful but delicious feeling.

"N-no" your voice comes out strained, drops of blood falling into the sheets, "keep going"

"Such a greedy thing are ya'?" Joel laughs, truly laughs, the rich sound coming deep from his chest, "what would daddy say?"

"Shut up" you bite, holding onto his shoulders for stability. Please, don't let me fall.

Half way in, he pulls out before diving back in, helping you adjust to his size slowly. Your eyes are trained on the way his cock disappears inside your leaking pussy.

"Should'I keep goin'?" he asks.

"K-keep going" you say softly, and with that, he gently starts inching into you.

"Good girl" he coos.

His cock stretches out your virgin hole perfectly, like it was meant for him. He feels himself melting at the sight of you, something to worry about later. Not now, when your breath hitches as he fills you up. Your cunt fit snug around his length, like you were made for him.

Joel drops his head on your shoulder as he fully entered you, tired, his energy not as much as when he was young. Beads of summer sweat shimmer in your bodies, as not only that but the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his dick make you warm.

Joel takes in a moment to see the mess he's made of you: parted lips, shut eyes, nails digging on his neck. You were deep in pleasure: because of him. His dick twitches at that, and inside of you, it makes you whimper.

"M' gonna start movin', 'kay? Tell me if it's too much"

His weight presses over your body before starting to pull out and push back in. The thrusts start slow, soon picking up a rhytmic pace. Joel grips your hips with his rough big hands, to then start fucking into you.

"Mhm" you whine.

"Mhm, what? Use your words, sugar"

"I-it feels so good, Joel" despite the pain, despite the doubts, the haze is so envolving, he's made of you a moaning mess, drunk in pleasure; the feeling of him inside of you has you seeing stars.

"Y-you feel good too, baby" he pants, your pussy gushing at each thrust. He starts going harder, making you scream.

"Who you belong to, sugar?" his hot breath pours in your ear, "say it"

"You, Joel" you whisper the answer like a sacred oath, "Just you. I'm all yours"

Before you can say anything else, his dick touches a spot within you. Such a sweet spot, that has you moaning and feeling something unlike anything you've experienced before: it washes over you as you clamp down on him. You hear yourself cry, voice barely recognizable. Your vision goes blurry, then mind blank.

Joel groans with your pretty cries of pleasure, watching the way your cunt milks his cock, drooling with your juice.

"Such a nice girl for me, sugar. Did so well" he whispers, and a dark tought crosses his mind. He feels dirty, taking advantage of your age and naivety, your figure still half-gone, "think you want me, all of me?"

You nod, still out of your mind, and before you can process the real meaning of his words, hot stripes of his seed plaster your walls, coating each inch of you. Joel presses his lips into yours to shut your moans, kissing you hard.

"You good?" you can only nod, still in shock, the events dawning over you. "Don't worry, I'll buy ya' a pill before your folks come back"

The sun shines outside; there's still time. You just wonder how much.

It was autumn when he said I love you.

Yellow and orange leaves fall in the roads not taken as you've fallen for Joel.

Ever since summer, you've been waiting for the next time to see him: sleeping with him being the last thought, touching yourself to his voice on your mind, drawing hearts in the bylines of your notes. His figure, first a dream, then a fleeting hope and now a high you need to feel once again, because you can't let go of the way he fucked you, your cries of pleasure, how your walls stretched for him and the way he held you that afternoon and the next nights you escaped your house, crossing the street under the moonlight, hiding as a criminal.

But you'd do anything to feel him, his heart beating against your chest like it was yours to bear. You need to see him, so you're doing the most stupid choice of your life.

There's a pause after you knock, and then Joel opens his door.

"Sugar!" he looks surprised, then angry and finally scared. "The fuck you doin' here? Ain't you supposed to come 'til winter?"

"I couldn't wait" you whine in desperation, clinging onto him like a koala. You'd searched for something, anything, that smelled like him back at the city, but even his flannel shirt you'd stolen had started to loose its smell.

He looks around, "do your-"

"No" you pause, "they don't know I'm here"

He curses under his breath, realizing just how much you're deep in this. He's fucked: fucked because he'll comply even if he knows this has to stop.

"I have the keys" you pick the dirt under your nails, a nervous habit of yours, "for the cabin"

Joel remembers last spring, how he ate you inside the walls of the shed, wishing for more. More came the next summer, and now you're hear again, looking at with with that look he hates: like you'd burn the world just to keep him warm.

"How'd you do that?"

"Took them last summer" you reveal your plan all along, "just in case" yet you had already made your mind before leaving town.

"Damn it, sugar" he's speechless, "you're fucking crazy"

You giggle despite the uneasiness creeping up, "just for you, Joel"

He takes you to the cabin on his car, yours already there. And you'd walked to his house? You have indeed, lost your mind.

"What're we supposed to do?" he thinks out loud.

You groan, "I don't know, Joel. But I didn't drive miles just for you to stand there"

He can't lie and say he hasn't thought about you: your lashes, soft when closed; the way his room still smelled like you even after two weeks of your parting, or how the sun seemed to highlight all your perfect spots. He even thinks of you on his bathroom while he grabs his dick, fucking himself to the memorized song of your moans and uneven breaths as he pulled in and out of you.

"Then get inside" he's demanding, and your panties wet at the tone and the voice you missed so much, "it's cold out'ere"

As soon as you close the door, he's grabbing your face with force, that it almost seems like two people fighting, not two who missed each other.

"Joel" you mumble, breathless.

"Missed ya' so much, sugar" he confesses against your lips. A trail of saliva hangs; silver of hope. "It was killin' me"

"I missed you too, Joel" you deepen the kiss, tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. "Couldn't stop thinking about you"

"Yeah?" he sits on the living room's couch, creaking under the sudden weight. "Tell me what that pretty head of yours was thinkin'"

"You" in a heartbeat, and you see his gaze go from dark to something else, lurking behind; you're scared to find out what it is.

Joel motions you to come over. You take your shoes and pants off, siting on his lap.

"Yeah-?" his voice falters, "tell me what"

"How our names sound together, how pretty you are..." you wander. "I also thought about you, all of you, inside of me"

"Watch that filthy mout of yours, sugar" he chastises but there's no anger behind his reprimand, "one summer bouncing on my cock an' y'r already a needy slut"

You whine at his words, rubbing yourself against his tight.

"D-don't" he undoes his belt and jeans, leaving only his underwear. Your desperate fingers pull them down, revealing his already pulsating cock, "don't tease this ole' man and just do the real thing"

He lets you use him, his hips rocking forwards despite his creaking bones, your swollen clit dragging against his pelvis. He sees your face, how you bite your lip as you test your needs, fucking yourself while you ride him. He lets you because: one, he's old and tired, and two, he wants to see you until he's memorized every small detail of your face. He lets you edge yourself close, crying as you feel it coming, but then he plants his feet onto the wooden floor, his boots making a hollow sound that echoes through the walls, the only other sound aside your cries, and thrusts his length up into you.

You yelp at the sudden sensation of his cock inside of you again.

"Think I'd let ya' have it all?" he mocks, "need to fuck y'r pretty pussy too; gotta have it for myself. Would ya' let me?"

You can't deny him anything.

"Yes, Joel" his hands immediatly grab your hips with a pressure so strong, you fear there'll soon be a bruise there. His cock buries fully within you. The air fills with a strong scent, just your moans and his grunts bouncing off the walls, soon warming up from the cold, the crease of his eyebrow pronounced as he realeases, coating your folds with his cum.

"God, sugar" he sounds a bit embarrased, "look at you, makin' me cum so fast"

But he's too enamoured by the sight of you on top of him, still riding him despite his quick orgasm, so he cups your face gently, the beads of sweat on your forehead falling into his hand. He feels more alive than ever, like his life has just started. Oh, he can picture it: coming home to the smell of your food, kissing the absence of the day off your mouth, to then bend you over the counter. He wants so much more, but he knows it can't be, yet, he's far too gone to even think about turning around.

You lift your hips until his cock slips out of you, using your fingers to bring it back. His cum clings to your folds as you sink back down, hips barely lifting you back up before you keep him buried inside of you. He loves watching you slide down his length, slipping in and out of your puffy cunt as his cock softens. It pushes his cum back into your cunt, sticky over your clit as it drips to your thighs.

You did bring a pill this time, so you don't care of the mess his thick flood of cum that dribbles out of you has made on your pussy and his clothes.

"Fuck" you let out, sex-filled mind speaking up. "Don't ever leave me again"

"I won't" he answers hastily, then regrets it. But you don't know that.

Instead, numbness takes over your body, the events of last hours finally draining your body. Sleep settles in, and you nest your head on Joel's sweaty shoulder.

"Lemme take you to bed" you hear his half-drowned voice, carrying your body to the main bedroom.

Joel Miller was always a mystery to you: a man who seemed impossible to break, his world hiding behind a permanent scowl. It felt like his heart was locked, seemingly unbreakable, but where he was rough, his edges had softened for you.

He places you over the bed softly, dipping next to you. Joel's strong arms embrace you, pulling your tired figure closer. His face hides in your neck and his soft belly pushes against the curve of your back, all while he presses a soft kiss to it.

"I think I love you" he murmurs to no one in particular.

But you hear.

It was winter again, when he broke your heart.

Before the holidays, you'd drop by every other weekend. Cancelling plans, waiting for his call. For his grave voice to say Come over, and you'd speed up the brakes with an urgency only he had taught you.

You'd find yourself in the cabin, loosing track of time that rushed like a bottle of wine. Kissing until your mouth was swollen and the only thing that satisfied your hunger was his lips, fucking until sunrise and his bones ached. He'd then offer a tired smile, and you'd sing a soft tune in front of the fireplace while cuddling.

They say home is where the heart is. And it felt like one.

It was during one of those escapades that you showed up with your newest adquisition: a small cursive J just above your thigh, hiding under the plaid of your skirt.

It was your first fight. He shouted at you like he had never before, scolding you like a father would to a naive kid, the hatred you hadn't seen since he touched you that night a year ago, resurfacing.

"We're loosing ourselves" his voice cracked, sounding defeated. But then he'd suck the skin around it until it turned red.

The back and forth became the only thing keeping you alive, the need for his touch as addictive and destructive as a drug.

Which is why Christmas hadn't felt this jolly since being a kid.

You're back, and as you hug your dad and mom, you scour the place for his face: the one you've grown to yearn and love.

Your dad exchanges a glance with your mother and then looks at you weirdly before answering.

"He isn't coming; I thought you knew"

You don't care about the future explanations or the calls of your name, storming off and crossing the street to his place.

"Joel!" you shout, knocking desperately, "open the door!"

When you don't get an answer, you search for the spare key hiding under a pot in the porch. As you make your way inside, you spot Joel sitting in front of the fireplace, his eyes lost in the fire.

"Joel" you softly call his name. At that, he snaps, standing up. His eyes glow with the flames, circling in doubt.

"Sugar?" like he didn't expect you to actually search him on his absence, "what'd doing here?"

"I could ask you the same" you laugh, sardonically. "Don't know how I'll explain running off like that, so thanks, by the way"

"M' sorry"

The words fall heavy in the air, suddenly thick. Something tells you he isn't apologizing exactly for that.

There's something like guilt and fear simmering in his eyes. You think about all those times in the cabin, spring and autumn, and you're reminded of those three words he's said and you haven't. The realization hits you, and you're quick to reach him, grabbing his hand.

"Joel?" you call again. "I- I need to tell you something"

"So do I" but he sounds reluctant, "you go first"

"I don't know what's happening" your lip quivers, eyes glossy. God, he feels terrible, "but I want you to know that I love you"

He gasps, like you've slapped him across the face.

"No" he starts, pushing you away. He lets go of your hand, and the sudden cold hits you.

"I thought I still had time..." his shoulders slump in defeat, "guess I'm wrong"

"What do you mean?" anger and sadness flood your words.

"You can't love me" the words cut through you, and you're sick.

Sick of your rusting wheels that only move when he tells you to. Because that force, the dominance, Joel Miller seems to carry over the rest of the people, doesn't cut as deep as it cuts through you.

It's almost done with a benevolent authority, like he knows of said power and doesn't want to abuse it.

So now he's ordering you to stop loving him, like this year has meant nothing. Nothing.

"Love, funny word" your words carry rage, "do you even know what that means?" you try to hold back the tears in vain, "you don't, yet you say them so freely, like they mean nothing to you" he makes a surprised face, and you savour the pain reflected on his face, alike of yours. "Yes, I heard you, Joel. Y-you made me the happiest girl on the planet, but now I realize you're so full of shit"

You turn around, trying not to see his face, because you know that the more you look at him, the more seconds you add and the harder it would be to erase the memories you'll have to burn.

"Did you ever love me, Joel?" it pains you to whisper out loud.

"I love you, sugar" his voice is horse, like something had cut through it. "That's why I'm doing this"

"Are you, Joel?" you sigh, "if you loved me, wouldn't you want me to stay?"

"This won't end well" it's his answer, trying to reason, "I don't want to hold you back"

Coward. Asshole. Idiot.

Your tone is icy like the storm outside, "but it's already ended"

He's about to speak but you cut him off.

You can only smile. "I've given you everything and you took it. I really thought you were giving me your everything, but I realize now, that I know what you are. You don't need to hide it" he looks at you like it is you who's hurted him the most, "you're hard to love, Joel. But I tried"

He'll regret it. You know and you want to: you want him to feel the empty days blur with one another, that he remembers late at night what you had and he ended, so when he feels alone, the ghost of your free love haunts him with the happy days and sweet taste of your lips. Just then, he'll understand what your year of loving really meant.

You leave his house empty, a knife twisted in your heart. He's the only one who's got the key, and you know it will be long until anyone else can break it open.

But it's okay: if being with Joel was heaven, you'll happily burn in the flames of what's left.

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doujinshigirlai · 11 days ago

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Moonlit Memories<3

sypnosis:p1h members visit their gf's (you)family for the first time and them learning a bit of your language!!!

Pairing:Ot6!piwon x mixed nationality g/n!reader

Genre: fluff!!!

Warnings: None!

Skz version-p1harmony version

***this is for my pookie @axxftergl0w for inspiring me 💞💞💞💞

ENJOY POOKIES✨✨✨

**Keeho** Your younger sister had decided to invite you and your boyfriend keeho for dinner at her house since it's her son's first birthday and they'll also get to meet keeho.As you and Keeho arrived at your hermana's house, the aroma of delicious food filled the air, making your stomach growl in anticipation. Your hermana greeted you with a warm hug, her excitement palpable as she introduced Keeho to her familia."¡Hola, Keeho! ¡Estoy tan feliz de que pudiste venir!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy. Keeho smiled back, a bit nervous but eager to make a good impression.As the evening unfolded, your hermana's son, a curious little one, toddled over to Keeho, his tiny hands reaching out. Keeho knelt down, his heart melting as the little boy giggled and pointed at his colorful cake. "¿Es eso para mí?" he asked in broken Spanish, trying to impress everyone with his newfound language skills."¡Sí, es todo para ti!" Keeho replied, his voice filled with warmth. Your hermana beamed, and you couldn't help but feel proud of Keeho for trying so hard.Dinner was a lively affair, filled with laughter and chatter. Keeho attempted to learn a few words from your language, his pronunciation making everyone burst into laughter. "Creo que acabo de llamar al arroz 'monstruo delicioso'," he said, scratching his head sheepishly, and your familia erupted into giggles.As the night went on, Keeho and your hermana shared stories, bonding over their love for food and familia. By the time dessert was served, you noticed how comfortable Keeho had become, chatting with everyone and even trying to sing a birthday song in Spanish.The evening ended with your hermana thanking Keeho for being such a great guest. "Te has integrado perfectamente en nuestra loca familia," she said, giving him a playful nudge. As you all gathered for a group photo, you felt a sense of happiness wash over you, knowing that Keeho had won the hearts of your familia, and this night would be a cherished memory for all of you.

Rest of the members under the cut✨✨✨

**Theo** It was a bright Saturday morning when you and Theo arrived at your family’s home for the first time. You could feel a mix of excitement and nerves as you welcomed him inside. Your family had prepared a lovely lunch, and the aroma of traditional dishes filled the air. As everyone settled around the table, you introduced Theo to your family. "This is Theo," you said, smiling. "He’s really excited to meet you all!" Theo waved shyly, his cheeks slightly flushed. Your family greeted him warmly, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.After lunch, your younger sibling suggested a fun game to help Theo and the others learn a bit of your language. You all gathered in the living room, and you started teaching them simple words and phrases. “Okay, let’s start with ‘hello’—it’s ‘marhaba’!” you explained, and Theo repeated it with a determined look on his face. "Marhaba!" he said, grinning as he got it right. The room erupted in laughter as he tried to pronounce other words, often mixing them up in a cute way. You could see how much he enjoyed the challenge, and it made your heart flutter. As the day went on, Theo and the members bonded with your family over games and stories. They shared music and even attempted to teach everyone some Korean phrases in return. By the end of the day, as the sun began to set, Theo looked at you with a big smile and said, "I had such a great time. Your family is amazing, and I can’t wait to learn more of your language!" You couldn’t help but feel proud, knowing that this was just the beginning of many more shared moments between your worlds.

**jiung**Jiung was beyond excited as he arrived at your family's house in Poland. It was his first time meeting your parents, and they were eager to make a good impression. When they entered, your mom welcomed him warmly, and the scent of delicious food filled the air.During dinner, Jiung mustered up the courage to try speaking Polish. "Cześć, jak się masz?" he said, his pronunciation a bit shaky but filled with enthusiasm. Your family burst into laughter, and your grandmother replied, "Bardzo dobrze, dziękuję!" Jiung's face lit up with joy, feeling like he had connected with them. The other P1H members followed suit, attempting to learn some basic phrases, turning the evening into a fun language lesson filled with laughter and friendly mishaps. As the night progressed, the group shared stories and even tried their hand at singing some traditional Polish songs. Jiung, with a sparkle in his eye, vowed to learn more Polish words to better communicate with your family. The atmosphere was brimming with happiness, and by the end of the night, it felt like they were all one big family, sharing laughs and love.

**Intak**you were invited to brunch by your mom who insisted on meeting him with all the family around. Intak tightened his grip on the bouquet of flowers as the two of you approached your family’s home. His steps slowed slightly, and you glanced back at him. “Don’t be nervous,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m not nervous,” he replied quickly, then added with a sheepish grin, “...Okay, maybe a little. What if I mess up your language? Your dad might think I’m not trying hard enough.” You laughed softly. “My dad will be impressed that you’re even trying. He knows how difficult it is.” The door opened before you could ring the bell, your younger sibling peeking out excitedly. “You’re here! Is this him?” they asked, looking Intak up and down with a grin. “Yep, this is him,” you said, nudging Intak forward. He bowed slightly, his voice steady as he greeted them in your language. Your sibling gasped, pulling him inside. “You’re already better than I expected!” The living room was a whirlwind of introductions, your family taking turns shaking Intak’s hand and welcoming him warmly. He stumbled over a few phrases but powered through with determination, his ears turning pink every time your mom corrected his pronunciation. When dinner began, the real challenge started. Your dad pointed to a bowl of steaming soup, saying its name in your language slowly. Intak listened carefully, repeating it back as best as he could. Everyone cheered when he got it right on the third try. “Why did you decide to learn?” your mom asked in your language, her tone curious but kind. Intak glanced at you before answering in a mix of your language and Korean. “Because... she is important to me. Your family is important too. I want to connect.” The room fell silent for a moment before your mom beamed, clearly touched by his words. Later, as the meal wound down, your dad leaned forward, teaching Intak a few funny phrases to lighten the mood. Intak laughed as he repeated them, accidentally saying something entirely different at first, which had the whole table roaring with laughter. By the end of the night, Intak had learned how to say “thank you,” “I’m full,” and even managed to toast with your dad in your language. As you both walked back to the car, his face lit up with pride. “I survived,” he said, letting out a relieved laugh. “Not only did you survive, but you impressed them,” you said, slipping your hand into his. “They’re already asking when you’ll come back.” “Next time,” he said, his tone playful but determined, “I’ll surprise them by learning even more

**soul**Haku adjusted the collar of his jacket, his hands trembling slightly as you led him up the steps to your family’s house.“They’re not going to bite, Haku,” you teased, glancing back at him.“I know that,” he replied, flashing his signature grin, though his eyes betrayed his nervousness. “But what if I say something wrong? What if I accidentally insult someone instead of complimenting them?”You chuckled, squeezing his hand. “They’ll love you. Besides, effort means everything to them.”The door opened before you even knocked, your mom standing there with a wide smile. She welcomed the two of you inside, her eyes immediately falling on Haku.“This is him, huh?” she asked in your language, nudging you playfully.“Yes,” you replied, nudging Haku forward. “Say it now,” you whispered.Haku cleared his throat, his voice steady but nervous as he greeted your mom in your language. The words were slightly accented, but his effort was clear.Your mom gasped, clapping her hands together. “He’s already practicing! I like him!” she said, switching to Korean to make sure he understood.Dinner was the real test. Your family placed an array of traditional dishes on the table, explaining the significance of each one. Haku leaned forward, listening intently.“What’s this called again?” he asked your dad, pointing to a plate of steaming dumplings.Your dad said the name slowly, and Haku repeated it with precision. He grinned when your dad gave him an approving nod.At one point, your younger sibling leaned over, asking him something in your language. Haku furrowed his brow, trying to piece it together before glancing at you for help.“They asked if you like spicy food,” you translated.“Oh,” he said, smiling at your sibling. “I love spicy food.” He tried to say it in your language, and while his pronunciation was slightly off, your sibling burst into laughter and gave him a thumbs-up.As the evening went on, Haku grew more comfortable, even attempting a joke your dad taught him. When it landed well, he leaned back in his chair, relieved and proud.On the way home, Haku let out a long breath. “I was so nervous, but your family is amazing.”“They think you’re amazing too,” you replied. “Especially after all the effort you put into learning the language.”He looked at you, his eyes shining with determination. “Next time, I’ll surprise them. I want to get even better.”

**jongseob**Jongseob adjusted the straps of his bag as he stood in front of your family’s home. The air was crisp, the sounds of Tokyo bustling in the background, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was standing on a stage. “Okay, deep breath,” he muttered to himself. You chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “You’re going to be fine,” you said. “Just relax and enjoy the day.” The door slid open, and your younger sibling peeked out, their eyes lighting up when they saw Jongseob. “He’s here! He’s here!” they called inside, switching to Japanese. Moments later, your parents appeared, warmly greeting Jongseob. “Hajimemashite,” he said carefully, bowing. “Jongseob desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.” Your dad grinned. “Perfect!” he replied in Japanese, gesturing for the two of you to come inside. The day was packed with activities your family had planned. The first stop was a visit to the local shrine. As you climbed the steps, your mom explained the traditions, showing Jongseob how to cleanse his hands and mouth at the purification fountain. He watched intently, mimicking her movements with precision. When it was time to make a wish, he turned to you. “What do I do again?” “Clap twice, bow, and make your wish,” you explained. He followed your instructions, his eyes squeezing shut as he silently made his wish. When he was done, he whispered, “I wished to keep impressing your family.” You laughed softly. “You’re already doing great.” Next was a stroll through a nearby park where your dad challenged Jongseob to a friendly game of hanetsuki, a traditional Japanese game similar to badminton. He struggled at first, missing the shuttlecock entirely a few times, but eventually got the hang of it, laughing alongside your dad. “You’re a fast learner,” your dad said in Japanese, patting his shoulder. “Arigatou gozaimasu,” Jongseob replied, his grin wide and proud. Later, your mom took everyone to a small wagashi shop to make traditional Japanese sweets. Jongseob concentrated hard as he shaped his mochi, his tongue peeking out in focus. Your sibling teased him, saying he was taking it too seriously, but when the shop owner complimented his work, he beamed. The day ended at a karaoke bar, where your family insisted on hearing him sing. He nervously selected a popular Japanese song he had been practicing for weeks. When he started singing, his voice steady and clear, your family was stunned. By the time the song ended, everyone was clapping and cheering. “That was incredible!” your sibling exclaimed. “You sound like a pro!” On the way back to your house, Jongseob sighed contentedly. “That was so much fun. Your family is amazing.” “They think you’re amazing too,” you said, smiling. He looked at you with determination. “Next time, I’ll beat your dad at hanetsuki and sing an even harder song. Just watch me.”

Hope you enjoyed pookiessss 💞✨

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sadceline · 5 months ago

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 2

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

PREVIOUS CHAPTER:

"She is your host, she will help you keep your house in order, she will take care of you in every aspect. - President Jiwon explains, looking at the boys in front of him. - You will take turns and since there is no extra room, Amanda will take turns sleeping in everyone's room. It is not necessary for you to have sexual relations but you are still entitled to this opportunity."

The way he speaks is honest but elegant, he explained almost everything with that nonchalance, as if it were business stuff - and indeed it is.

"What's going on?" Sunghoon asks incredulously, interrupting his superior, and noticing how the others in the band are looking at him as well, recomposes himself.

"I said she will help you with the house, but in a limited way. It is still your responsibility to take care of it 99%. - He resumes his speech, the man, with an annoyed expression. - You will have to cooperate and consider your guest a collaborator. Don't create problems and everything will be fine!" He finally exults, beaming.

"Mr. Park..." Tries to open his mouth Jake, shocked, unable to say anything else.

"Any non-consensual act will be severely punished, every week we will come for a psychological and physical checkup of the guest."

I keep my gaze down, am bitter, feel miserable, and sincerely fear whatever they are thinking of me. A rejection would be the least degrading thing, to be honest, but by now I have introduced myself, and as much as I am already regretting it, I can only face it.

"Amanda?" Tries to pronounce, almost tenderly, Heeseung, which manages to melt my embarrassment for a second so that I lift my gaze. I meet his eyes, my god, he's too close, too handsome.

"Nice to ... meet all of you!" I say, shakily, bending as far as I can to make a formal korean bow.

"Nice to meet you." Sighs Jay, I recognize his voice even without looking at him.

"So..." Sunoo sounds amused.

"Is she a prostitute? Did you at least give her medical exams?" Sunghoon blurts out surprised.

"You will stay at the seventh day. All agreed?" Jiwon, the CEO, instantly admonishes him, hitting the boy on the back of the head.

"Yes." They repeat in chorus, the others.

Yes, of course they did them to me, dear Sunghoon, but not because I am a prostitute! Embarrassment fades in earnest when I hear them say these things, maybe I prostrated myself too much - after all, I don't owe them a damn thing, they're the ones who should be thanking me, since they're going to use me. No?

"Amanda... - He repeats, with perfect pronunciation Jake. - Are you Spanish?"

"Italian..." I nod, not quite sure why.

"Ronaldo!" Jungwon exclaims laughing, advancing toward me.

"Ronaldo is portuguese.. Everyone knows that." Says Heeseung.

The situation is all too normal, how come? I almost feel at ease - I shouldn't, should I? I look around, avoiding their stares, not quite sure what to say or how to approach, but in a little while the CEO will be leaving.

"Did you bring everything?" Jay asks, very nonchalantly, as if we know each other, taking the trolley out of my hands gallantly.

I stand staring at him paralyzed, he is simply magnificent up close, I seem to be blushing all too noticeably. "No...leave it, I'll do it."

"You sleep in my room tonight." He surprises me, after firmly closing his hand around the doorknob.

"Intrepid! - Jiwon exclaims enthusiastically, patting Jay on the shoulder. - I'll leave it in good hands, if necessary you can decide to vote not to entrust the host to someone, like in reality TV, but don't take it too personally, okay? The important thing is not to make trouble."

He leaves leaving them with the words "treat her well, treat her respectfully." He repeated this several times, this made me feel a little safe, perhaps because inside I am a die-hard fan, and apart from Sunghoon, they all gave me a good impression.

There's something genuinely in their eyes that makes me feel at ease, plus, following Jay to his room, under the gaze of everyone still not realizing what's going on and mumbling, whispering to each other, makes me feel quite special.

"Do you realize what you've gotten yourself into?!" Jay asks, even before formally introducing himself. He has closed the door behind him and glares at me.

"It's not like I could do otherwise..." I explain, somewhat.

"Anything else would have been better, those are animals!"

"There's nothing improper about consensual sex." I sigh, trying to stick to my choice, even though I now feel judged and ashamed.

"It was obvious that you were okay with it, since you're here. - He says, his voice suddenly exuding a certain distrust, a revulsion. - I'm just looking out for you, and for the band."

"You don't even know me - I say, my eyes downcast, - you don't have to worry about me."

"I'm not worrying about you but about your safety. You have no idea what they will do to you."

"You talk as if they were monsters..."

"They are males, aren't they?"

Right, he's aware of that too.

"What about you?"

He seems surprised at my answer, maybe even impressed, as his expression suddenly softens.

"So am I, isn't it obvious?" He then says, brusque again.

Now that surprise is me. "It's not all rotten."

He stiffens, looks away. "Can't you sever the contract? Have you already signed?"

"Yeah, I've already resigned anyway. After this assignment I'll leave Korea and also leave this adventure behind, assuming I'm still alive."

"But don't you have parents? What will they think if something like this comes out?"

"Mr. Park says nothing has ever leaked out, and almost all the bands have guests. That should be fine."

"Were you doing this job before?"

I look at him and am offended, but maybe I shouldn't be. The reason I'm here certainly can raise similar doubts, only said this way it's certainly more tolerable.

"No, I am not a prostitute. I violated Hybe's copyright clause and have no family members who can help me raise that kind of money, and I checked, no bank is willing to give me such a loan. I had no choice, really."

Jay rubs his face wearily. "I'll make room in the closet for you, keep your things here."

Sighing relieved, the talk is shelved for the moment. "I thought certain decisions were made by the leader." I joke, approaching him who has begun to haphazardly gather his stuff to throw it somewhere else.

I stay staring at him, he is really beautiful - he notices, he doesn't seem bothered, he must be used to it. "The leader, when the lights are out, is me." He says this in a serious voice, he doesn't seem to be joking.

As he activates my feminine senses, he turns off the fan in me a bit, for some reason.

"Amanda, huh?" He pronounces too, fairly correctly, if not for the american cadence.

"You say that right." I reply in a gentle voice, and this time he's the one looking at me, though I'm not sure why.

"Are you a fan?"

"Actually yes...but I wouldn't want you to think that's why I agreed. It's more the fear of Hybe's lawyers than the beauty of Enyphen, and anyway, I don't like korean men. You guys are beautiful just to look at."

"Then you shouldn't be so quiet."

"However - I continue, amused, - they fuck well. Too bad you guys have closed minds."

"I am not completely korean." He reminds me.

I shift my pupils to him, then laugh nervously, I know perfectly well that he is not. "And do you have an open mind?"

He doesn't answer right away; he stays staring at me, which makes me nervous. "Who knows."

He's acting tough, and maybe he really is, maybe he was serious about the leader thing, but he seems to be a good person, and it's strange that he gives me such a strong impression after such a short time.

"What are you doing? Have you started yet?" He suddenly opens the door, Heeseung.

"Knock, asshole." The owner of the room tackles him.

I feel the older man's eyes on me, it's strange, they are piercing, yet he has an innocuous face. "Aren't we going to make introductions?"

"We're coming."

"Why does she put things down at your place?"

An awkward silence envelops us, for several seconds, then Heeseung chuckles, dampening the atmosphere.

"Okay, anyway, there's space at my place too, if I need to bring more stuff."

"How generous." Jay comments, waving me out, politely first.

I thank him with a nod, then walk past Heeseung who doesn't seem at all perturbed by my proximity; who knows, maybe he doesn't think I'm a pest.

After all, it would also be advantageous, if they are the ones who don't want to have relations with me I can't really do anything about it, I would have tried what I could anyway, and Jiwon should recognize that.

However, not because of any particular self-esteem as much as because I have a definite idea about men in general, I don't expect anything like that, realistically.

In the living room, still talking confusedly to each other, Enhypen are interrupted by my arrival. I feel like when I changed schools as a child and was introduced in front of the whole class on the first day.

"How old are you?" He immediately breaks the silence, Sunoo, watching me with his arms crossed.

"Twenty-three."

"Were you born in 2001?" Heeseung then asks.

"Yes."

Jake rests a hand on his hip. "How did you end up here?"

So I told them the matter, in detail, and at the end, the quietest of them all - Niki, who for some reason keeps to himself in silence - had brought beers, and we sat down, some on the couch (Jay, Jake and I), some on the floor (Niki, Heeseung, Sunoo and Sunghoon), some in the chair (Jungwon).

They asked me a lot of superficial questions, no one went into the substance of the talk, and we simply went over important memories of their journey as a band, infoing the confused fan me.

"What do your folks think?" Sunghoon asks, smiling at me, all of a sudden.

"They're dead." I answer, taking a long sip of beer.

I leave them all stunned, and rather pleased. My parents are not dead, as if they were, but I just wanted to shush Sunghoon who interacted with me only to put me on the spot.

"Excuse him, he's an asshole. He was born that way." He rubs his face, genuinely annoyed.

I pat him on the back, cheerfully.

Sunoo bursts out laughing, Jake and Jungwon follow with some embarrassment, perhaps uncomfortable with the joke. "Are you sure it's okay?" Jake asks again.

Sunghoon runs a hand through his hair, messing it up nervously. "Shit, it's not like you have to woo her. She signed a contract giving you the green light, you could fuck her here too, what's all this?"

How irritating this Sunghoon, and to say I liked him so much before. He seemed a bit mounted, it's true, but I didn't think he was such a bastard - although he may be the only one acting normal in this situation.

"Are you kidding about these things?" Jungwon asks, intimidated.

I look at him, he's quite cute, has cute dimples, too cute. I want to bite him. "There are few things I don't joke about."

"We needed a breath of fresh air in this house." Sunoo smiles smugly.

"Should we arrange shifts?" Heeseung asks very nonchalantly.

Everyone turns to him, he is the one who has uncovered the much-feared Pandora's box.

"We should, yes." Jungwon nods, briefly lifting his gaze to me, then lowering it again.

"What should we know? What don't you like?" The oldest of the band, Heeseung, asks again.

"Amanda, you won't be offended if I don't make my room available, will you? - He turns to me, Sunoo, still smiling, as if to tell me something. - I don't like to share my space, and my room is my kingdom, the only one I can have in this fucking house."

"I should... thank you, I guess." I sigh, embarrassed.

"Sunoo has someone, I have someone, too. It would be disrespectful..." Jungwon also sighs..

"So... That leaves me, Jake, and Jay?" Heeseung says.

"You don't consider me? You offend me." Replies Sunghoon, who didn't leave, just stood up.

"Come on, you don't even like her. You'd only bother her, you're also engaged." Puffs Jay, tired of his tantrums.

The peer, Sunghoon, twists his lips. "If she's here that means it's safe to fuck her, why shouldn't I? And anyway with my time I do what I want."

"Why do you talk like that?" Apparently sorry question, Jake.

Great, so he's going to keep breaking it, and I can't tell if I'm titillated by it, even, stomping on the wreckage of my feminist ideals being shattered by a moon too much like a pakistan artist never even seen, at least before the news.

"Actually...I'd be there, too." Says a deep voice, catching everyone's attention.

Jake thins his gaze. "You? What are you supposed to do with a girl?"

The youngest of them all, Niki, shifts his gaze annoyed. "Like Sunghoon, I am also entitled to my turn. It doesn't concern you what I'll do with it, that's for sure."

He keeps quiet, the young man, but when he opens his mouth he puts everyone on notice. Still, I get the impression that there's bad blood between these two, and I'd also be curious to know why.

We order takeout. I feel like a princess, I can order anything I want to drink and eat, also because from tomorrow I will have to stick to their food regimen, I certainly don't want to cook.

"You foreigners are curvy, huh?" Heeseung asks me as I finish my third can. These beers are strong.

"You can leave it if you don't like it!" I suggest warmly, a little drunk, though deep down I hope he doesn't; he is certainly among my favorites.

Yet I don't quite frame him, he looks innocent, he has the kind look on his face, but then he's the one who cares most about remembering what I came in here to do. Will he be a horny fool?

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just different."

"In Italy I'd be skinny, anyway." I say brightly.

Heeseung smiles, amused. "Oh yeah? And fat people are curvy?"

"You really want to do badishshaneing," I don't know why I just pronounced the word bodyshaming like that, but so be it.

"That's cute when you're drunk. - He says, moving closer to my face, and it's the first real almost romantic interaction so close to my face. - Remember though, you live with seven guys who haven't been able to express their sexuality normally for years, so, you do the math."

I nudge him amicably, with a confidence we certainly don't have, but I blame the alcohol. "If you do anything wrong I will tell Jiwon right away!"

"Are you friends that you call him by his first name?"

The conversation with him is so smooth that we keep joking, until the take-out food arrives. We sit at the table, I end up quite far from Heeseung, unfortunately, given the pleasant conversation, but in the meantime armed with pen and paper, during the meal, we start making notes on how to organize ourselves from now on.

Day 1

Jay, on his day I will be tidying up three of the seven bedrooms, making the beds and cleaning superficially, deep cleaning is still their problem.

Day 2

Jake, I will take care of the remaining four rooms.

Day 3

Heeseung, his is bathroom day, there are three in the house, but I will only take care of the main one, which is not inside the boys' rooms.

They all do that, once a week.

Day 4

Niki, general cleaning day. I will help around the house and cook, if necessary and if I feel like it.

Day 5

Sunghoon, although he was actually supposed to take some penalty that everyone forgot about, will be the day off from cleaning.

The days will repeat, and this way I will not disturb either Sunoo or Jungwon, who have politely pulled out. Sunoo said I can sleep over if I warn him, but even if I don't want to be with the others I can join him in the middle of the night.

"You know I'm not a problem for you, right?" Sunoo asks me, laughing with amusement.

I smile too, he is really handsome up close. "I suspected as much."

"I never tried to hide it..."

He is speaking veiledly, I am proud that I can communicate so naturally, in korean but especially with Kim Sunwoo. But why is he saying this to me? Does he trust me?

Even after eating, though very little compared to usual, the effect of the alcohol has not subsided, and the fact that they ordered soju does not improve the situation; in fact, it all starts to take a strange turn.

"Should we put on music? We are celebrating, after all." Proposes Sunoo, who continues to speak mischievously, or so it seems.

"We won't eat this stuff anymore." Heeseung comments bitterly.

"We should mark a list of things you don't like, so there won't be any problems while shopping." Jake explains, turning a thoughtful look to me.

I smile, am amused, this all seems absurd to me, plus they are far too kind. I have to say, though, that standing inches from Jake's perfect face is quite a generous reward. "I don't know korean food very well, but I eat everything in general..."

"It shows." Sunghoon comments.

Now I'm going to step on him, is that what he wants? I get up from the table noisily and point at him, menacingly, though everyone can see how I stagger.

"Are you done busting my balls?" I blurt, but judging by the way everyone stares at me, I must look really stupid.

"I haven't even started."

Jake sighs annoyed. "Sunghoon should have the tenth turn." He proposes, turning to Jay.

Maybe it is true that he is the leader in here. And it's strange to realize that.

"Yes, let's do that."

"So you prevent me from expressing myself, that's censorship."

"Nobody wants you to express yourself." Jungwon chuckles.

When the evening finally comes to an end, Jay, before escorting me back to my room, magnetically hangs the roster sheet on the huge fridge in their large kitchen. I wave to the rest of the members, now I guess I will have to fulfill my duties, but nevertheless, I think Jay will not ask me anything like that for the time being.

"How did you find yourself?" He asks me, closing the door.

Still being strongly tipsy, I smile naively. "They are polite animals, I think. Except for Sunghoon."

While I'm still talking, however, Jay lifts his wide sweatshirt, revealing his dry but well-trained chest, his broad shoulders, his beautiful arms perfectly outlined by muscles, and I can't help but continue watching such a spectacle.

"Shall I prepare things for you to take a bath?"

"A-Ah... - I realize that I stood as if dumbfounded before him - thank you! I can do it myself if you tell me what..."

"I'll take care of it." Sigh.

"You.... are definitely the more polite one."

"Don't get your hopes up, about me. I'm the same as everyone else."

"A good person would say exactly that."

I'm a flood of positive vibes, feeling really good, and I know it's partly due to the alcohol but I really felt good today. I should tell Ester all about it.

Jay approaches me as I sit on his bed, looking down at me with his eyes less kind, with the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that is anything but friendly. What, is he trying to scare me now? I don't think so.

"Are you in the habit of drawing your opinion from first impressions?" He asks me, his voice really warm, I feel like I can touch his vocal cords with my ears.

"No... it's just that..."

"You sound naive, though you desperately try to hide it."

"But..."

"And tell me, Amanda, what do you think will happen tonight?"

Silence, an honest silence accompanies his question.

"Why do you think I led the way into my room? - He still smiling, I stop, though. - You have more value when you haven't been touched yet, right?"

"D-Do I look like...a virgin?" I mumble, genuinely embarrassed and deeply offended, even stuttering.

"You've never been touched by them. You know... I believe that the method you told us about tonight can work well in bands where there is no deep-seated resentment among the members as a base."

"I-I don't understand what you're getting at." I did it again.

"I'll have you first, don't get me wrong, but - he tells me, so quiet, as he strokes my cheek and his hand is beautiful, elegant, warm. - I worked hard."

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Chapter 32: Epilogue

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March 2023

[Notice] Announcement of Member’s Engagement Hello, This is Pledis Entertainment. We would like to update you on the status of relationship regarding SEVENTEEN member Woozi and his soulmate. On March 14, 2023, Woozi confirmed to the company that he and his soulmate had come forth with their engagement. The two wished to publicly announce the status as they move forward with their shared life together. We ask fans for kind consideration regarding their personal lives and privacy. At this time, nothing has been confirmed for a wedding, but if the artist and his soulmate wish to make a comment, you will be informed. SEVENTEEN will continue with their schedule regarding the comeback and promotions. We will do our best to support Woozi through this new stage in his life. Thank you.

November 2024

Life had been busy.

Comebacks, tours, injuries, and anxiety, there was no escape from the chaos that came with being the soulmate to an idol. You took every chance and moment with now confident and determined steps rather than the uneasy footing you once had.

If you looked back to the first day you had met Jihoon, you would probably laugh at yourself. Back then, life was uncertain, you had a plan for what you wanted, and you were worried of the unknown when your timer ran out. You were scared but hopeful, probably the best words you could put to it.

Now…Now life looked a little different.

“ Three days, people! Three days!” Jamie’s voice rang through the living room.

The apartment was busy – or well, Jamie was making it busy.

It was three days before the wedding and things were getting increasingly anxious. Your head had been spinning since the moment Jamie, Kazuki, and your grandparents stepped back onto South Korean soil just under a week ago.

Speaking of the apartment- You and Jihoon moved, already having outgrown the space the original two bedroom apartment provided. The more the two of you got comfortable, the more items were bought and space got eaten up.

Weeks after the October 2023 comeback and over a month before flying out for the Follow Tour in Asia, you settled into a much more spacious and newer three bedroom, two bath apartment in a more expensive part of the city. It provided you a larger shared office space with Jihoon, something you both needed since he promised to work on music at home more. The master bedroom had an ensuite with an attached walk-in closet able to house the ever expanding and ever changing wardrobes both of you had. Your favorite part of the entire house was the extensive kitchen with all new appliances where you could cook to your heart's content. The attached dining room was a perfect place to host the entirety of Seventeen at the fancy, extendable table you could lengthen into the attached living room, comfortably fitting everyone.

The third and final bedroom was the guest room. It was mainly used for any of the guys to crash on if they didn’t want to head home after a night in the Baby Universe Factory (you totally didn’t get a custom sign made to hang on the wall over his side of the room). As of the last few days, Jamie and Kazuki had commandeered it with your grandparents and Jihoon’s parents staying at the hotel where the wedding was being held.

Sitting around your living room, the…very large wedding party was working on wedding gifts.

While wedding parties aren’t usual in Korea, you and Jihoon agreed to host a Korean-American wedding, mixing each of the traditions and cultures after a lot of conversations, questions, and compromises. For you, one of the main things you wanted was Jamie and Kazuki to be a part of your wedding party. This turned into Seventeen being split between the two of you, some of them having argued whose side they wanted to be on.

Jihoon said he wanted to stay out of it, telling the twelve of them that you needed five people on your side and they could figure it out themselves. You joined him in not engaging, but it went easier than either of you expected. 97 line were happy to stand beside you, they were the closest and first most welcoming to you when you fell into the group’s lives. Joshua and Seungkwan had to play rock, paper, scissors against Chan and Joenghan, the latter two losing the spot.

A few months into planning, Jihoon’s mom had asked if it was alright for her to wear a traditional ‘mother of the groom’ hanbok in a beautiful light blue color, showing you pictures as if she needed to convince you. That led to a perfect idea, asking if she and Mimi (after asking your grandmother what she thought) if they both could wear the traditional hanboks, seeing how much it meant to Jihoon’s mom. She was ecstatic and Mimi was happy to follow whatever you wanted or needed to make it the best day of your life.

Mingyu whining had your train of thought cut off.

“ I am bad at tying bows!”

“ I literally have given you a video, a print out, and showed you!” Jamie grumbled, sitting himself on the floor beside the giant, showing him for the hundredth time.

You and Jihoon were lounging on the couch, reviewing the timeline for the wedding on his laptop when you snickered, whispering to him. “ Shouldn’t we be helping?”

Jihoon raised his eyes from the screen then shook his head. “ I feel like if we do, Jamie will yell at us.”

“He probably would.”

“The cupcakes are finished!” Mimi called from the kitchen, she absolutely loved the space as much as you did. It wasn’t long before she and Papa were carrying two full platters with the cupcakes, chocolate with cookies and cream frosting and vanilla with orange creamsicle frosting. It was like watching children light up with sweets and many of the guys were on their feet instantly. The treats were passed out before they retreated into the kitchen, knowing you’d fill them in one anything later.

“ Alright.” Once they were all settled once more, Jamie scrolled through something on his phone. “ We need to…finish the gift bags, which we are almost done with, then we have to pick up the rental suits tomorrow so everyone needs to go and make sure everything fits right.”

“ I’m out, I already picked mine up.” You gave everyone a salute, leaning back with a smirk wide on your face.

“ Yeah yeah, and Hyeji is hiding it.” Jamie stuck his tongue out at you and rolled his eyes, refocusing on his phone. “ Anyways, then the day before the wedding we go to the hotel, we’ll make sure everything is set up correctly. Rehearsal dinner and the big day after that.”

Leaning over to Jihoon once more, you snickering between the whispered words. “ Please tell me the guys aren’t going to put on a big performance for us.”

Jihoon shuttered and a small disgruntled expression spread itself on his lips. “ I have no idea, but if they do…I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

“You know, we should really expect it at this point.”

He managed to chuckle, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to his side. “ They’d throw a fit if they didn’t add something inherently ‘Seventeen’ into the mix.”

“Things will be fine~ Maybe it will be cute.”

“If one of them ends up on the floor, I’m blaming your sunny disposition.”

Shoving everyone in three vans to get to the tailor’s was a feat, it was loud for early afternoon, everyone buzzing with different levels of excitement. Jihoon was just lucky they didn’t need to be there at ass o’clock in the morning, but it was going to take a while for everything to be checked over.

Jamie and Kazuki have been on top of everything – mainly Jamie – and have been amazing with communicating with all aspects of the wedding along with Ruby. The members have been great at easing stress, having used their connections to make things smoother when they originally were looking at vendors. Seokmin got an amazing package deal for a videographer and photographer for the event and an album was going to be made professionally for the wedding. Jeonghan, Mingyu, and Jun gave amazing suggestions for caterers and Mingyu found a bakery that Ruby loved to make the cake.

This wedding was very much his own, and between working, Jihoon had placed countless hours on the living room floor with Ruby, trying to figure out what needed to be done. While it wasn’t necessary, Jihoon’s parents offered money to help pay and to both his and Ruby’s surprise, Mimi and Papa had a savings account for this reason as well. In actuality, there was very little Jihoon and Ruby needed to provide because of the money, but also due to the guys using some favors to pull strings.

To his external denial, Jihoon was nervous, he wanted everything to go smoothly. He felt more nervous now than he did when he proposed over a year ago. There were just as many hands in the pot helping, yet the anxious pit in his stomach didn’t stop bothering him. Ruby had been pestering him that things would be fine and he was worrying over nothing, which he trusted and eased the feeling but it never fully went away. Jihoon’s father said he was just nervous for the future. Seungcheol said that it wasn’t actual nervousness, but probably anxious excitement and he simply couldn’t tell the difference.

Staring at himself in the mirror, trying on his suit for the last check, it hit him.

In his eyes, it was a simple tux, however the details were the parts that he didn’t realize were going to make the whole thing real.

The simple black blazer had notched lapels with a single breast pocket over the left side of his chest and a red silk pocket square resting within it. Beneath was a plain white vest buttoned around his waist, and a matching pressed white dress shirt with a button down collar hidden behind a red tie. On the day of the wedding, a red and white rose boutonniere would be pinned to his lapel to finish off the whole look.

“ Seeing it all together is quite eye opening, isn’t it?” The tailor flattened out the back of his collar, patting both his shoulders. Jihoon could see the older man’s smile reflecting back at him in the mirror.

“ If I am to be honest with myself, it’s weird.” He gave a defeated smile, fixing the cuffs of his jacket. “ But it feels right.”

“Piece of advice?” Jihoon nodded at the man. “ My wife always says that a soulmate is someone meant for you, but a life partner is someone you wish to spend every waking moment with. If those two are the same person, everything will feel right.”

With one final check through everyone from Kazuki and Jamie, making sure every piece was accounted for, the suits were packed into one of the vans, the group once again was on the living room floor, only chatting now, lazing around with everything done in the apartment for the wedding. Boxes lined one of the walls, neatly stacked with all the important items stored for easy transport. Tomorrow afternoon, they’d check into the hotel and everything would be brought to the wedding hall and set up before the rehearsals were run through with a team from the hotel’s event coordinators.

Ruby was nowhere to be seen, neither were their grandparents. Jihoon only assumed they were out and about for the afternoon. He had sent them a text that they’d be occupying the apartment but heard nothing back.

It was an hour into the mindless talking, final detail discussing, and Jeonghan stealing the guest room for a nap that Jihoon felt the telltale spark up his spine and the warmth that radiated in his soul. The three stepped through the door with arms loaded to takeout bags, calling out they needed help, Papa and Ruby carried the most, but soon half the group was crowded and taking things with enthusiasm to eat.

“Hello to you too. ” Ruby snarked at them, smiling as they placed anything not takeout related away.

“Oh hush, sweetheart,” Mimi snickered. “You should have seen Papa’s friends when I came home with food for everyone from the diner all those years ago. Like giant barbarians.”

“They are a bunch of barbarians.” Jihoon slid into the space beside his soulmate, letting his hand gently connect with theirs, savoring the warmth the bond brought. “Heathens.”

Ruby laughed, nodding. “A bunch of heathens, but they are our heathens sadly.”

“Both of you! Sit!” Jamie called across the reception hall, eyeing you and Jihoon simply fiddling with the centerpiece vases, housing fake white, black, and red roses.

Both you and Jihoon shared a look before putting your hands up in defeat and sat down boredly. “If I knew he was going to be a wedding planner-zilla, I would have fired him day one.”

“ No you wouldn’t, because he’d start the waterworks and you’d fold faster than when Mingyu begs you to make brownies.” Jihoon sat back, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.

“ I do not fold when he asks me to make brownies-”

“Yes you do.” Minghao’s voice was heard passing behind you, him helping Seokmin and Jun carry a few boxes and setting them down where Jamie asked.

“ I have no allies here.” Rolling your eyes, you stood from your seat and took Jihoon’s hand. “ I want to see the setup outside.”

Wordlessly, he followed, lacing your fingers with his own, letting you lead him outside the receptional hall and across the long hallway towards the entrance to the hotel’s small, indoor greenhouse.

The greenhouse pavilion was the main reason the two of you picked the hotel. It reminded you of the day he proposed and life started to make more sense overall. It was yet another chapter you two were able to get through together and add to the many more chapters to come.

With the mid-November wedding, it was entering the more frigid temperatures and the leaves were changing outside, but life continued to bloom within the confines of the greenhouse. As you found the center of the pavilion, the cushioned metal chairs, each covered in a white fabric and a red ribbon tied around them, were already set up to seat your guests. In front of it all was a wooden arbor covered in ivy for the two of you would stand under during the ceremony. Tomorrow, vases would be placed along the aisle chairs with real, fresh bouquets of roses to match the ones inside, bringing more color to the already bright and inviting environment.

“ It’s surreal.” Jihoon finally spoke up, walking with you until both of you were standing before the arbor. He took your other hand and stood across from you, looking about the set up with wide, wonder filled eyes.

You cracked a smile, “ You’ve said that a lot the last few months, you know.”

He looked down, trying to hide the timid smile that graced his lips. “ Can’t seem to help myself.”

“Now…are you going to tell me if you wrote up your vows?”

Jihoon snorted and shook his head. “ Not a chance.”

You feigned annoyance, dramatically slumping your shoulders and leaning into his arms. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”

He laughed, slipping his hands from yours and encircled your waist with his arms, swaying side to side. “ You’ll survive until tomorrow to know.”

The sound of hurried footsteps broke you from the embrace and the event coordinator of the hotel gave a bow, motioning towards where you came from. “ We are going to start the rehearsal and discuss the full timeline.”

While it took a good hour, the rehearsal went well. Jihoon, his parents, and all the guys practiced filing down the aisle, all smiles and whispered jokes while the coordinator spoke confidently and happily. You practiced walking down with both your grandparents at your side. There was a fake little ceremony with the woman running the whole operation so there wasn’t too much of a hassle for what to expect come tomorrow.

The short walk back into the reception hall revealed the entire set up. When you were in the event hall earlier, the overall white backdrop spanned across the far wall, workers were still finishing on the final design. Now red and black, thinner fabric criss-crossed and tied together to form a subtle but elegant design, filling the large room with a pop of color that wasn’t overwhelming. All the table settings were placed, the assigned name cards were on a table at the entrance for guests to grab as they filed inside.

Surprisingly, to Jihoon’s suggestion, there was an open bar set up on the far right with the catering tables along the same wall. There would be proper plated dinners, however hors d'oeuvres and other finger foods would be there during the cocktail hour. When dinner was done being served, the caterers would switch things out in preparation for cake and other desserts. Things would be moving quickly, you worried if it would run smoothly , but you had faith that it would.

Once the rehearsal finished, the group of you moved to the restaurant within the hotel for dinner, having secured a private dining space as the party before the party . Drinks were moving along the table quickly, laughter and conversation abundant between ordering. You didn’t plan to drink much, and everyone promised to do the same, but that didn’t stop the energy.

By the end of the night, you were thoroughly tired. For the first time in a long time, you and Jihoon parted at the elevator, going to separate hotel rooms with a parting kiss and Jamie fake gagging as he walked around you both.

“ Why are you all here?” You frowned, curled up on the couch in your hotel suite, watching one after another members of your wedding party filing into the room.

“ We got breakfast!” Seungkwan and Mingyu held up three bags while Joshua and Seokmin held the drink holders of coffee or tea. “ Plus, the hair and makeup artists are coming here for us so it’s better to be here early.”

Taking one look at the other guys showed their hands full with garment bags and other little items to keep entertained between waiting for their turn to get their styling done. The TV was turned on not long after and shuffling about the large room was making your head spin. Jamie and Kazuki were hanging garment bags in the entrance way closet, making sure the names were on displayed on them so each knew whose were which. Minghao was a quiet force, taking up space at the table with his phone and coffee.

“It’s like two hours until-” You wanted to argue but Hyeji’s voice stopped you.

“Ruby-ah~! I have it all steamed!” Hyeji pushed herself into the room around the guys, holding the white garment bag, motioning for Mingyu to help hang it on the door. “ All ready to go.”

“There are too many of you. ” You complained, huffing when Seungkwan sat beside you, his coffee in his hand and a hot tea being handed over, along with some breakfast pastries in a paper bag.

“ You’d think you’d be used to this by now.” He sassed as Joshua sat on the other side of you.

“ Honestly, Ruby-ah, you’ve spent two years with us.”

“And I’m doomed to spend the rest of my life knowing you.” With a mumbled thank you at the food and drink, you curled up and let yourself properly wake up and adjust to the disarray your room was now in.

With the constant chatter keeping you entertained, the time flew by before the room was being filled even more with people. Multiple of the group's makeup artists were insistent on helping out and the hairstylists that were brought in were already setting up two stations in the bedroom. You, thankfully, still had a few hours until you needed to prepare for the first look with just your grandparents, but everyone needed to be ready.

Luckily, the room wasn’t small, but with so many bodies moving now that the photographer joined, you felt a little suffocated. Sitting in the makeup artist's chair in front of the wide windows in the living room area, you tried to stop yourself from holding your breath and bouncing your leg.

The photographer was able to snap a few pictures but Minghao redirected them to the happy chaos that was the guys. He also asked (definitely scolded) the guys to quiet down and sit before he was placing a warm mug into your hands. Minghao whispered something about it being a tea to help you relax and the fact he took time out to make it was calming enough.

When the woman working on your makeup was done, you were a lot more calm and even able to be pulled into some photos with everyone. The guys and your friends were flitting in and out of the bathroom to change shirts and pants, leaving them half dressed in their tuxedos. Mingyu was saying something about being glad the ties were clip-on because he couldn’t handle the thought of tying bow ties.

Your hair, thankfully, took a shorter time than the makeup, styled mainly out of your face, pulled back and given a slight curled style to add body and volume. At the back of your head, a red, jeweled hair pin was placed, holding the hair back and adding the pop of color you took a while to figure out. The piece itself was actually from Jihoon’s mother, saying that she was gifted the item from her father to wear on her wedding day and hoped you’d be willing to wear it to yours. You gladly accepted it as your ‘ something borrowed’ , and you were curious of the other items since Jamie stated he had plans.

Getting dressed was a little stressful as to not mess up any of the work done. Everyone but the hairstylist was pushed out of the room to help get you ready.

You weren’t too fond of dresses and ended up picking a white suit. The bottoms were high waisted, wide legged dress pants that you needed some heels to keep it from dragging on the floor. Next was the white silk top, buttons only coming up to your mid-sternum while the rest were just open. A matching vest was slid on and finally, the piece that really had you interested when you picked it, the jacket.

It was a double breasted jacket with pockets falling on your natural waist and reaching to the floor. Three sets of buttons were front and center, but you were only told to button the middle ones by the tailor. The hairstylist was kind enough in helping you get it on and giving it a quick lint roll. She fiddled with some hair before patting you on the shoulders, helping you into your heels, and motioned towards the door.

“Are you all dressed?” You said through the door to the rest of the suite, the living room , before all sound ceased and you were giving confirmation.

You stepped out, sliding your hands into your pockets, smiling wide at each of them dressed in the simple black and white tuxedos and red bow ties. Pinned to each of their lapels were red and white roses and baby’s breath boutonniere and they all were smiling brightly at you. Each of them looked handsome, hair done and light makeup dusting their features. They stood tall, and you almost missed the shutter of the camera clicking to capture the moment.

“ Are you ready to get married?” Kazuki branched off from the group, stepping closer.

“ Before that~” Jamie slid in, hands behind his back. “ I have one thing and they have another.” He motioned to the members of Seventeen at the second part. “ Close your eyes.”

Narrowing your eyes in skepticism, you let your eyes slip closed. It took a moment before something was being placed and maneuvered on your head. You flinched, almost curling in on yourself as you heard a snicker from Jamie and a quiet laugh from the hairstylist.

“What are you doing?” You sounded unsure, maybe even annoyed because you just finished getting ready and you didn’t want whatever was being placed on your head to mess everything up.

“ Giving you a piece for your ‘something old’, hold still.”

When both sets of hands were pulled away, you felt something brush against your forehead and cheek, making you frown in confusion. Jamie gave the confirmation for you to open your eyes, only to be met with your reflection in a handheld mirror.

Now, atop your head held by a few bobby pins, was a small net birdcage veil. It barely passed the highs of your cheekbones and small crystal gems sparkled under the fluorescent lights of the room. It was fairly simple, yet something about it was so familiar, like you had seen this piece before somewhere. Taking the mirror into your hands, you gazed at yourself in silence, taking in the styling work and the final ‘piece’ added.

Then the light bulb in your head lit up and you let the breath catch in your throat.

“ This was Mimi’s veil.”

“ It is, she wanted me to give it to you before you went down for pictures.”

Mingyu was beaming when he stepped toward the two of you, his toothy, wide smile spread on his face. “ I have the ‘something new’ from all of us.”

From behind his back, Mingyu pulled a white jewelry box and handed it over, watching with bright eyes as you opened the box.

Inside was a thin, silver chain and a singular rose pendant. The stem of the flower was a small piece of silver with a ruby gemstone representing the bud of the rose. Taking it from the case, you lifted it higher to properly let your eyes run over it. You broke out in a smile but tried to hide it, your lips twisting and Mingyu only continued to brighten.

“ So you like it?” He curled his shoulders in and leaned down closer to your height.

“ I do.” You nodded, “ Thank you, all of you. It means a lot that you did this.” There was a small chorus from the guys, saying it wasn’t any issue and that they wanted to, but you only snickered, motioning the necklace to Mingyu. “ Wanna help?”

The giant hurried behind you, taking the necklace and gently securing it around your neck. You shifted the pendant into the proper place at the top of your sternum and hummed, glancing down at it before looking at everyone. “ Are we ready to head down?”

The group of you moved in formation, each member of your wedding party surrounding you to keep you hidden. Since no one was answering their phones from Jihoon’s party, Hyeji was messaged and asked to find him but you needed to get the first look done without a hitch in time. You all moved quickly, being led along by the event coordinator until you were ushered just outside.

Not far away under a small gazebo, your grandparents stood with their backs to you, standing arm in arm. One of the photographers was following behind you, while the other was seen standing before Mimi and Papa and the videographer had set up a few cameras within the gazebo to capture the moment. The guys hung back inside, giving the three of you a moment to be together before the wedding actually began.

Stepping up to them, you reached out to place both hands on one of their shoulders, smiling wide as they turned to you. Mimi, standing in a beautiful light pink hanbok, and Papa, in a plain black and white suit with a rose pinned to his lapel, matched your expression and took you in from head to toe. Mimi was first to reach out, gently cupping your cheeks, clearly trying to hold herself back from crying. Papa placed a kiss to the side of your head, wrapping you up in one of his arms.

“Look at you.” Mimi’s voice quivered, fixing the veil some by ‘fluffing’ it out to not brush against your face. She took one of your hands while Papa took the other.

“You’ve grown up so fast, kid.” Though his face was helping firm, there was a similar shake to his voice. “You look lovely.”

Unable to voice your words with the air caught in your throat, you pulled them both into a hug, taking deep breaths to try and keep your tears from falling. Both of their arms wrapped around your and you couldn’t help the small, choked sob that left you. The three of you stayed together in a hug until you pulled back, a wobbly grin spread on your lips.

“You brought your veil for me.”

Mimi laughed, fixing said veil once more. “Of course I did, I promised you I would years ago. But I have something else for you as well.”

Looking at Papa, he reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a broach you’ve never seen before in their possession. It wasn’t too large, fitting easily in the palm of your hand, the main portion of the broach was a round sapphire colored gem surrounded by tiny diamonds. You inspected it closer, raising a brow at your grandparents.

“It was my mother’s.” Mimi began, smiling down at the broach. “She gave it to me on the day of my wedding, saying she wanted to start a tradition with a ‘ something blue’ in the family. I was…supposed to give it to your mother on the day of her wedding, but since I couldn't, I am passing it to you for your wedding today.”

It left a…uncomfortable taste in your mouth for a moment but you sighed and a sad smile shifted onto your face. “Thank you, really, I’m going to hold onto this for the future.”

Mimi took the broach and helped you pin it to the inside of your jacket, letting the photographer snap a few more photos before the wedding coordinator broke the moment to inform you of the final placements starting for the ceremony.

Jihoon wasn’t nervous, he wasn’t. He swears on everything that he wasn’t.

He was standing (read: pacing) in a small separate room with his groomsmen, waiting for the guests to all be seated before all of them were to stand at the arbor in the greenhouse. The wedding wasn’t too big, definitely including Seventeen staff (mainly at Ruby’s insistence), the parents and some siblings of the rest of the Seventeen members (they were his family too!) along with friends. With Ruby’s friends being many of the staff, they didn’t mind the guests being mainly people Jihoon knew.

“ You are going to make a dent in the floor.” Seungcheol snickered, grabbing a pack of tissues and shoving them into his pocket. “ Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes.” He cracked his knuckles, huffing out a breath before he stopped and took in the amused gazes of his friends. “ I’m getting married.”

Jeonghan snorted before a laugh left him. “ Yeah, glad you finally noticed.”

“Hyung- Come on…” Jihoon deflated, trying not to run his hands through his styled hair.

“ Drink some water.” Wonwoo handed him a bottle of water and motioned for him to drink but the moment he started, Jihoon chugged half the contents. “ Not…Like that, but okay…”

He opened his mouth to speak once more but a knock at the door stopped him dead in his tracks.

“ It’s time.” Hyeji said through the door before the second event coordinator opened the door.

As the doors opened to the greenhouse, Jihoon, followed behind by all of Seventeen and Jamie and Kazuki, walked towards the archway, each taking their places on either side. Seungcheol and Soonyoung were the first ones standing behind Jihoon before the rest stood in relative age order. It wasn’t dissimilar to Ruby’s side, first were Jamie and Kazuki before the rest stood from oldest to youngest. He looked about to the guests, keeping his expression neutral while taking deep breaths. Jihoon could feel his hands sweating, which he quickly wiped off on his pants, and Seungcheol gave him a pat on the back.

Then…the music started, it was a simple tune, quite generic, but still lovely as the doors opened and his parents stepped through and down the aisle. The smile that easily spread on his face, seeing his parents walk towards him was a small sigh of relief. His mother looked beautiful in the light blue hanbok, walking arm in arm with his father dressed in a crisp black suit. When they reached the arbor, he stepped forward, taking his father’s hand for a firm handshake and giving his mother a tight hug. She whispered a few compliments before the two took their seats in the first two chairs on his side.

Once they were settled, the music changed into a familiar tone, one he had heard and played before. Ruby did say they would keep a secret of what song they’d be walking down the aisle to but hearing a full piano rendition of Heaven’s Cloud had a string tugging in his chest. When the doors to the greenhouse opened once more, Jihoon’s heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat.

Standing between their grandparents, arm in arms, Ruby looked…Wow. There were thousands of words in his personal dictionary he could use but all of them didn’t seem enough to describe how they looked. It was like his brain stopped functioning and he couldn’t process words.

The notes to Heaven’s Cloud, the way his vision focused on nothing but Ruby… Jihoon truly forgot how to breathe. The shuddered breath he managed to get in was accompanied by the unexpected tears springing from his eyes and sliding down his cheeks. For a moment, Jihoon dropped his head and turned his face away from the crowd. Soon there was a tissue being placed in his hand with some force and another pat on his back. When he raised his head and met Ruby's gaze, unshed tears were welling within their eyes as well but the smile they wore never faulted.

Nearing the arbor, Jihoon quickly dabbed his eyes and cheeks, shoving the tissue in his pocket and stepped towards the three of them. Mimi gave Ruby a tight hug and a kiss to their cheek only for Papa to cup their face and kiss their temple. Papa reached out and shook Jihoon’s hand before inevitably placing Ruby’s hand gently in his.

“ Hi.” They whispered as they stood before one another, hand in hand, as the officiant stepped into place between them.

Jihoon huffed and smiled wide, shaking his head slightly. “ Hey.”

With them so close now, he was properly able to take in the entirety of them from top to bottom.

Ruby looked…Ethereal. Heavenly. Radiant.

Too many words that he didn’t know how to express but he wasn’t listening at all to the officiant speak until Ruby squeezed his hands tightly and he refocused on the moment.

“The two have decided to write their own vows.” The officiant hummed, looking between him and Ruby. “ Who would like to go first?”

“I can.” Ruby spoke up, letting his hand go and reached into their pocket, pulling a small, folded piece of paper out. They cleared their throat, straightening their shoulders. “ Jihoon, two years ago today, you held me in your arms on the floor of the Japan International Airport and told me you loved me for the first time. Today, I stand before you, our friends, and our family, just moments away from making our marriage official. For the last few weeks, I was unsure what I wanted to say in my vows. I’ve redone them a thousand times but nothing ever sounded right. For a moment, I wanted to wing it but that also didn’t seem right. Today, I wish to make promises to you, promises I wish to fulfill throughout our marriage and the life we will lead together.

Lee Jihoon, my soulmate, my love, and my forever…I promise that from this day forward, I will stand beside you, and will forever support the dreams you have. I promise that I will be your shoulder to cry on, to wipe away each tear, and the ear to listen to all your worries. I promise to always make you smile and spark joy every moment of the day. I promise to love every one of your quirks, even the horrible one of your radioactive gym bag. I promise to take care of you when you are sick, when you are scared, and most importantly, when you doubt yourself.

I love you with every piece of my heart and my soul. While fate may have brought us together, the moment you promised to fight for me on day one, I chose to be by your side for eternity. While you might say you are the lucky one, I am lucky to have a soulmate that will forever and always want what is the best for me even when I can be stubborn, bossy, and sassy. I am lucky that I have a strong, loving, and understanding person by my side that won’t judge me for stealing his clothes or eating junk food at two in the morning.

Although it is until death do us part, I know that we will never truly part because our souls are made for each other.”

Tears were streaming down their cheeks, dropping from their chin to the floor as their vows came to an end. Behind him, the unmistakable sound of Soonyoung crying and Seungcheol trying to quiet him with Jeonghan. One look over Ruby’s shoulder showed their side not much better. Jamie, Kazuki- Okay well everyone on their side had some amount of tears in their eyes, some shed while others attempted to blink them away. Jihoon didn’t realize he had started crying until he blinked and his vision was blurred and his eyes stung. Seungcheol was handing him another tissue while trying to stop crying himself but it wasn’t working.

He attempted to pull a similar piece of paper out from his pocket, shoving yet another tissue in his pocket as he attempted to collect himself and steady the shaky breathing. It took Jihoon clearing his throat twice to get a grip but his voice was somewhat broken and scratchy.

“ For a musician, finding the words to tell you that I love you was more difficult than the hundreds of songs I’ve written over the years. I tried to write my vows as I do lyrics but I messed it up more than I’d like to admit.

The day I felt the first emotions being shared between us, my eyes really opened for the first time. I wanted to make a life for myself that you, my soulmate, would be proud of. A life where I could care for you and have every single one of your needs met. I was young, ambitious, and wanted nothing more than to know who you were. In those early days I didn’t have you by my side, I grasped every emotion you sent to my soul, even the sadness that I wanted to wash away.

When I wake up, I think of you. When I go to sleep, my last thought is of you. My mind never stops turning back thoughts to you. I used to be scared of what-ifs. But every time I take your hand I'm more excited for the future than scared. I am the luckiest person alive to be standing with you today and to be facing life with you everyday.

Y/N L/N…You are the sunshine in my life and the thing that makes my world go round. As long as the sun shines in the day and the moon and stars shine at night, my love for you will never falter. From this day forward, I promise to never let the light that brightens my days go out. I promise that I will protect you and assure you that you are enough. I promise that I will try every experimental dish you make in our kitchen. I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder to lean on when life is too difficult to bear on your own.

You are my person, my muse, my love and my everything. Today I say, ‘I do’ but to me that means, ‘I will.’ I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. I dedicate myself to your happiness, success, and smile.”

Each word, while broken, managed to come out just as he wrote, but Jihoon was lucky he managed to memorize everything because he couldn’t see through the haze of tears that clouded his vision.

Something touched his cheek and when he could blink away the tears, Ruby was laughing quietly, trying to dry his face. He held back a whine in the back of his throat but he tried to shake off the fit of crying quickly because he couldn’t stand up here sobbing while the rest of the wedding was trying to go on.

The officiant, chuckled under his breath and let the two of them collect themselves before he continued on to the ring exchange, both Seungcheol and Jamie handing the ring boxes over. He turned to Jihoon first, waiting for him to take their hand before he was asked to repeat after him.

Jihoon let out a calming breath, listening to the officiant before repeating the words. “With this ring I, Lee Jihoon, take you, Y/N L/N, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”

He slid the set of stacked rings on their finger, watching the ruby and diamonds glimmer under the natural lights.

For their turn, they took the simple black titanium ring and held his hand, waiting to repeat just as he did. “With this ring I, Y/N L/N, take you, Lee Jihoon, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”

The officiant hummed once more as Jihoon took both of Ruby’s hands into his own, smiling warmly to one another.

“ Lee Jihoon, do you take Y/N L/N to live together in matrimony, to love them, comfort them, honor and keep them, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

He couldn’t help the airy laugh that bubbled from his chest and he nodded, “ I do.”

“Y/N L/N, do you take Lee Jihoon to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

Ruby’s hands tightened around his, nodding their head. “ I do.”

“ By the authority vested in me, I pronounce you married under South Korean law.” Stepping back from, the officiant continued, shuffling off to the side more. “ You may now kiss.”

Without any hesitation, both Jihoon and Ruby leaned into one another, kissing before their friends and family. The kiss sent warmth that shot through the bond, the metaphorical fireworks exploding behind his eyes, and the butterflies that soared about his stomach that were almost overwhelming. He nearly blocked the cheering out, basking in the feeling until Ruby broke away, face flushed but the bond overflowed with adoration.

Hand in hand, they walked back down the aisle, all bliss and tranquility shared from the guests between cheers and applause.

It was getting to the end of the reception, things had been wild, especially with the open bar and some of your friends not knowing their limits (read: Soonyoung). The reception started out great, not that the ending so far wasn’t, but the energy was amazing and it held the entire time.

Once you and Jihoon got yourself collected, had some time to sit together, and come down from the emotional high, the makeup artist was kind enough to come back and clear any smudges or streaky foundation. The photographer came back to get pictures of just the two of you, then your grandparents and his parents were invited back and also got pictures. There was no unnecessary begging from the to come in, getting many pictures you’d have to sort through at some point once all the editing was finished.

The first dance you shared as a married couple was to a classical song both of you enjoyed, only wanting to simple dance, get a few spins in, and stay relatively close in each other’s arms without being disturbed.

Though you did manage to somehow shed more tears as you danced with Papa, you and Jihoon kept it together the rest of the night. Jihoon and his mother shared a mother-son dance that was heartwarming to watch from the head table.

Dinner had flown by and the real party started instantly. The drinks were acquired, laughter was shared, and both you and Jihoon floated around the reception hall to greet people and converse. It was probably the most social either of you had been in a while but it wasn’t too draining.

To be fair, it wasn’t long until the two of you found yourselves floating back to one another, walking hand in hand about the room. Jamie and Kazuki managed to separate you with 97 line to dance, leaving Jihoon because it was a ‘ Ruby wedding party only ’ dance. That made you roll your eyes but you danced, cackling at the foolishness your friends brought to the floor.

When you went to sit down and take a breath, Jihoon slid into his seat beside you, reaching to take your hand. He raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss to each of knuckles silently, feeling the serene buzz coming from his side of the bond. If it wasn’t so loud, you could zone out and let yourself be wrapped up in the moment, closing your eyes and leaning into him. He had placed his arm over the back of your chair, letting you rest your head against his shoulder while he rested his head against yours.

Seventeen did manage to be unmistakable themselves, they had gathered together with mics in hand. Seungcheol started on a spiel, congratulating you on the union. He went on to say that he was proud of the man Jihoon continued to grow into as his friend, his brother, and how he was proud to call you another member of his family. He raised a glass and many others around the room did as well, giving a cheer before music started to play, the familiar tune of Smile Flower filling the room.

You managed to laugh, but hugged your husband around his waist, listening to the group sing, two of the other vocal unit members taking over for Jihoon’s parts. They looked as happy as you felt, the twelve of them being some of your biggest supporters throughout the hard times. They had been nothing but helpful when either of you needed it and you would be grateful for forever day moving forward.

Before your grand exit for the night, you managed to get a hold of a microphone, catching everyone’s attention.

You gazed at Jihoon lovingly, a lopsided smile spreading on your features. “ I knew the life we were going to share wasn’t easy, but I wouldn’t change a single moment. We’ve argued, we’ve cried, we’ve laughed, and we’ve loved together. Today, we start a new chapter, turning another page in the book I want to write with him as we get out of bed every morning and crawl into bed every night. ”

Grabbing your glass of campaign, you raised it high, running your eyes about the room. “I want to thank everyone here for coming today to celebrate with Jihoon and I. Everyone here has been our strongest supporters and I don’t believe I could wish for better people. We are so fortunate to have such wonderful people in our lives, and we look forward to creating many more happy memories together.”

The room filled with the sound of glasses clinking together and congratulations. Once more, you settled your gaze on Jihoon, sitting there, staring at you with love and admiration.

“ To you, Jihoon. Today has been a dream come true for me, and I couldn't be happier to be standing here as a newlywed. Thank you for being my everything. I love you more than words can express, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Here's to a lifetime of love, adventure, and the memories we will create.”

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #seventeen jihoon #woozi x reader #svt woozi #soulmate au #seventeen soulmate au #seventeen fic #svt x reader

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A History of Pain Part 1

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 7.6K

Synopsis: You've come back to Korea to stay and start living with your adopted brother Minho and his friends, one of which, Chan, you can't help but be drawn to despite your brother's warnings to both of you. When people from your childhood and the things that happened to you keep coming up, you're forced to face things from your past and present. Will you be okay or will the time bomb that is your history finally blow up in your face?

Warnings for this series: This story will have elements of death and flashbacks to abuse (mental, physical and sexual) throughout. It will not be explicit or overly detailed, but it will be a vital part of the plot. If that is a topic that can be triggering or make you uncomfortable, I would suggest skipping this series! There will also be strong language/cursing, adult content, and sexual themes throughout but not in every part so I will be adding warnings for each part accordingly. If I ever miss something that should be in the warnings, PLEASE let me know and I will add it! This is and Idol AU so while they are in a group together it is not Stray Kids, hence no Jeongin and Seungmin and even though a company is mentioned it is not JYP. Just for clarification these are characters and not ment to portray the actual people in any way.

Pt. 1 Warnings: Not much in this one really, suggestive but nothing explicit, night terrors depicted, mentions of nudity. I think that's all. Again let me know if I missed anything!

You weaved your way through the Incheon International airport scanning the faces in the crowd looking for your big brother, who was supposed to be picking you up after your eighteen-hour flight. What you found instead was a stuffy looking chauffeur holding a sign with your name on it. You walked up to the man and pointed at the sign.

“I’m Lee Y/N.” He looked at you funny and continued to scan the people behind you. You rolled your eyes. You had dealt with things like this your whole life, ever since the Lee’s had adopted you. Your family was Korean and you, very obviously weren’t. You sighed.

“Minho sent you I assume...” When you mentioned your brother’s name the driver seemed to realize you were in fact telling the truth about who you were.

“Yes, ma’am. I am to take you to the dorm where he will escort you to your parent’s house.” You nodded, tossed your book bag at him and slid your suitcase over.

“Whatever you say Jeeves. I’m beat let’s go!” He let out an exasperated sigh and lead you towards the exit. When you were settled in the car you pulled out your phone to call your brother and bitch him out for not at least warning you he wasn’t able to get you. It rang twice and he answered.

"Heeey Minhooo, landed safely. You forget to mention something?" Minho face palmed himself.

"I'm sorry! It’s been a while since you’ve been home. Things have gotten a little crazy. I had to send a company car. I’m so so sorry I meant to tell you I’ve just been so busy with work I forgot." It had been a long time since you’d been there.

You had missed Minho and your parents so much but you had been attending university in America and it wasn’t always easy to get back home. You knew Minho and his rap group had been doing well but when you were in your bubble in America following Korean hip hop groups, even your brother's, wasn’t on the top of your priority list. Whenever you spoke to Minho he was more concerned about how your schooling was going, if you were okay, and updating you on the parents and the cats. Not his career. You wanted to give him a little grief but you were too tired.

"It’s okay Min, don’t worry about it." You slunk down in your seat, giving in this time.

"Look I’m still at the studio right now. I’ll have to take you to mom and dad’s tomorrow so when you get to the dorm just take the guest room and make yourself at home okay? The guys are gone for the weekend. I’ll let you know when I’m leaving and I’ll take you to dinner to make up for it." The promise of dinner perked you back up, especially if your brother was paying.

"Okay, sounds good. Love you." Minho hummed.

"Hmmmm... ew." And you groaned.

"God you’re such an ass." He laughed.

"Love you too." You gave him a hum this time.

"Mmhmm that’s better. See you later." You hung up and looked out the window as you neared your destination.

When you got to the dorm the driver carried your bags up and put them by the door.

“Will there be anything else ma’am?” You shook your head.

“That will be all Jeeves thanks a million!” He shook his head and left. You typed in the key code Minho had given you and went in, dragging your bags behind you. It was a nice place but very clearly lived in by men. There was more weight equipment than furniture in the living room and nothing in the form of pictures or art on the walls. One thing they did have on the wall was a giant tv and video games piled up underneath of course. Off the living room there was a hall. You went down it and investigated. You opened every door trying to get your bearings and figure out where everything was. The first door you opened had a bed a dresser and more weights than the damn living room did. The next room was just a bed, a dresser, and a night stand. There were a few framed pictures and a book on the night stand. Minimal, clean. You didn’t even have to look twice to know it was Minho’s room. The room next to your brother’s looked like a clothes bomb went off in it. Jisung was the only one of the guys you had ever met and from the things your brother had told you about him this was almost definitely his room. The next room had a bed and a desk and a dresser but not much else, similar to Minho’s. Minimal and clean. There was a computer and lot of DJ equipment on the desk and a big set of noise cancelling headphones. You pulled that door closed and opened the one across the hall from it. A bed, a dresser, a night stand, and nothing else. This was clearly the guest room. You sat your stuff down and finished exploring.

Right at the very end of the hall was the bathroom. You cringed at the idea of a bunch of men sharing one bathroom but when you peeked in you were pleasantly surprised to see that it was rather big with a nice tub and you found it remarkably clean, although, with Minho living there perhaps it shouldn’t have been so surprising. He was a bit of a neat freak at times. You quickly peeked in the other two rooms across the hall. One practically looked like an art studio with a bed and the other had probably the most gaming equipment you’d ever seen per square foot.

Once you were acquainted with the place you decided to take advantage of that huge tub you saw and take a hot bath. You were exhausted and stunk after that flight and Minho had told you to make yourself at home. You dipped into his room and rummaged through his dresser looking for your favorite t-shirt of his.

You looked down at his night stand and saw the pictures he had set up. One of your parents, you and Minho from the last Christmas you were able to visit, another of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori all wearing top hats and bow ties, and then one of you and Minho the day you were officially adopted. You both had your arms wrapped around each other. You with a giant smile on your face, Minho and his permanent grimace. You picked it up and looked at it smiling remembering this day because it was the day you found out you had a REAL big brother and you were so happy. You fought off the tears of the memory, put the picture back, grabbed the t-shirt, and went to dig out some sweat pants and your travel toiletries.

You ran the bath almost hotter than you could stand it, added some bubble bath you nosed around under the sink for and lit a couple of candles that you had found under there as well. You climbed in and drew the curtain mostly closed. You leaned back in the tub soaking in the warmth of, not only the water but the candle light. You were just drifting into a quiet relaxation, finally, after that shitty eighteen-hour flight when suddenly that peace went out the metaphorical door with the opening of the literal door.

You were a bit startled to see standing there, absolutely bewildered, a guy probably around your brother’s age. Cute, broad shoulders, a mess of curls and confusion. Luckily you weren’t an idiot. Even though it was just supposed to be you and Minho you had pulled the curtain most of the way closed for just this reason, so now there was no way the man standing there could see your nude body even if you were fully submerged in bubbles. The curtain was open only enough for you to see out of as you laid there. The man stood there speechless.

“Can I help you?” You finally asked as he just looked at you blankly, his mouth agape. He shook his head and quickly looked away realizing he was staring at you while you were naked in a bathtub.

“I-I-I…” His ears turned bright red and he stammered until he finally cleared his throat.

“What are you doing?” You quirked your eyebrow at him.

“Well, I WAS relaxing in the tub…” The guy shook his head still keeping his eyes directed anywhere but you.

“No, I mean who are you?!” You sighed heavily.

“Who are you? You walked in on me?” He couldn’t help but finally look at you again. Your eyes locking, an incredulous expression plastered on his face.

“Yea in MY bathroom!” You shrugged.

“Fair enough but to be fair to me, it’s also my brother’s bathroom.” God had Minho not even bothered to warn them you would be here JUST in case? You suddenly fought back the urge to giggle when you saw curly had the confused face again.

“I think you must have the wrong place because I know all my friend’s sisters.” You shrugged your shoulders again.

“Well clearly you don’t because my brother lives here and I’ve never met you in my life.” Curly man shook his head.

“No sorry it’s just not possible, no one I live with is American.” This. Again. You shook your head sarcastically in reply.

“My brother is Korean. I’m adopted.” His face fell a little when you said that.

“Oh...” You could hear the pity in the two-letter word. You waved him off.

“Spare me. That was the easiest part of my life. Look sorry, I’m not sure why my brother never told you about me but I assure you he does in fact live here.” You were starting to get irritated with this guy questioning you.

“How are you SO certain your brother lives here?!” He was clearly losing his patience as well. You were good at wearing that down in people, though it wasn’t always intentional.

“Because JERK! He had a car drop me off here, I used the code to get into the place, and I’ve already been in his room and saw all his stuff. I snatched a shirt I bought him for Christmas, saw pictures of OUR family. THAT’S how I know. Now if you don’t mind I just got off an airplane that I was in for almost an entire day and it’s hard to relax when there’s a strange man watching me in the tub!” His eyes quickly flew away as if he’d just realized again that he shouldn’t be looking at you, even if the curtain kept you from being exposed. You were taking a mental note, two strikes now, you needed to give Minho a piece of your mind when he got home.

“Look I’m sorry. I-I... didn’t realize... I’ll leave you to finish. Sorry.” His whole face was red now. He left quickly and you felt a little bad for being so difficult. You could have just said your brother was Minho. It wasn’t his fault any more than it was yours that Minho failed to mention you would be there let alone existed and he seemed like he genuinely meant his apology once he’d realized his mistake. You sighed, blew out the candles and pulled the plug to drain the water. You got out and started drying off and getting dressed.

When you walked out you took your dirty clothes and towel into your room and realized the door to the room across from yours was cracked. You heard soft r&b music coming from it and someone singing. You walked over peeking in. Your eyes went wide and your heart rate picked up a little. Mr. curly man had his back to you, his shirt off, the muscles of his back flexed and relaxed with every movement he made as he folded clothes and sang along to the song that you now realized was Dive In by Trey Songz. His voice was pretty.

You bit your lip as he bent down, unable to stop yourself from checking out his ass in the basketball shorts he was wearing. God he was REALLY cute and the way he was singing that song made you feel things. You didn’t know what to think, you usually didn’t give two shits about guys, relationships, or sex but there was something about him that struck a chord with you.

He turned and you quickly ducked back so that he wouldn’t see you spying. You waited a couple of minutes, then tapped the door frame and pushed the door open a little more. He stopped singing and turned towards you. The front of him looked even better than the back and then you noticed him holding a pair of black briefs he’d been folding. Now your ears were burning red. You cleared your throat looking at the underwear in his hands. When you did he snatched the underwear behind his back, hiding them out of your sight.

“Ahem... Uh... hey. Um... I just wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a pain in the ass. I’m just tired and grumpy from the flight and I was caught off guard, I didn’t think anyone else was going to be here. My name is Lee Y/N, I’m Minho’s little sister.” The man’s jaw dropped.

“MINHO HAS A LITTLE SISTER?!” You would have laughed at his reaction if you weren’t so irritated that your brother had not disclosed this information to everyone and you were unsure as to why.

“I’m Chan... er... uh, or Chris. Sorry I didn’t mean to shout it’s just he’s never mentioned you before. Wow Minho’s little sister.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m not sure why he hasn’t, he has pictures of us in his room.” The gorgeous man, who you now knew was... Chan or Chris? He looked shocked again.

“That’s you?! Oh! I always wondered who that was in those photos! Lee Know is kind of private about his family life so I never asked. I just kind of assumed you were and old classmate or maybe an ex-girlfriend since he never talked about it.” You smiled at him.

“Nope. Sister. Either way, I’m sorry for the confusion and for being rude to you Chan.” He scoffed and flashed a bright smile back at you.

“No, you weren’t really. Also knowing that you grew up with Lee Know your reaction makes so much sense now.” He laughed and his dimples popped out. You couldn’t help but smile back. He was cute and sweet; you felt your face getting red.

Thankfully before you could complete the transformation into a tomato you heard the man of the hour come walking into the dorm. You went out into the living room, shirtless Chan following closely behind. When Minho saw him there, he got a very serious look on his face.

“What are you doing here Chan?” Chan scoffed.

“I live here Minho.” Minho shook his head.

“No, I mean everyone was supposed to be gone this weekend.” Chan nodded.

“Yea, everyone but me is. I had work I was hoping to do with a little peace and quiet.” Minho eyed shirtless Chan up and down suspiciously.

“What were you doing back there with my sister?” Chan’s eyes went wide and his ears got red. His mouth opened ready to defend himself of any wrong doing but you immediately interrupted Minho’s line of questioning. You were tired, confused, pissed, hurt.

“He was finding out you had one asshole.” Minho looked at you and quiet, angry, tears had started welling in your eyes. You stormed off to what was your room for the time being and slammed the door closed. Minho hadn’t made you cry very many times in your life but every time he ever had he felt so guilty. You had been sad enough for an entire lifetime already and he had promised to always protect you. He ran his hand down his face, sighed, and turned towards Chan again.

“Ugh. SHIT! I wish you would’ve told me you were going to be here.” Chan shook his head at Minho.

“Why wouldn’t you just mention that you have a sister Minho?!” Minho pushed his fingers into his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“She’s dealt with a lot in her past and I wanted to protect her from this part of my life for as long as possible. You know how these people get Chan. All I need is for the wrong person to get the wrong idea and then the next thing you know she’s being accused of dating one of us or fucking all of us and then her life story is plastered all over the paper. I don’t need anyone digging into her life and dredging up old shit.” Chan huffed a heavy breath out.

“But not even us man? You couldn’t even tell us?” Minho shook his head.

“No. She was far away at school and happy that’s all I cared about. No one asked so I just didn’t say. Jisungie figured it out a couple years ago when she was back for Christmas, I made him swear not to tell anyone. Chan I just wanted to try and keep her as far from all of this as possible, that’s why I never told you guys.” Chan understood a thing or two about being protective. He had a little sister too and God knows she’s had to deal with her own share of what this life brought with it but Chan also knew that he wouldn’t always be able to shield her from it and neither could Minho with you.

“Look you go smooth things over with your sister and I’ll order take out for dinner.” Minho nodded

“Okay, yea. Maybe put on a shirt too.” Chan laughed and Minho shot him a glare.

“God calm down I’ll put a shirt on.” Chan started to make the call for dinner as your brother headed towards your room. Minho tapped on the door and cracked it open looking in.

“Y/N?” You didn’t reply to him, you just sniffled laying on the bed curled up with your back to the door. Minho walked over and sat on the edge of the bed trying to figure out what to say. Before he could say anything though you spoke.

“Are you ashamed that I’m your sister?” All of Minho’s breath left his body and his eyes went wide. He turned towards you, grabbed your shoulder, and made you look at him.

“HEY NO! No no, that’s not what this is about Y/N. You just... things are different here now because of my job and it can be hard on our families and friends. It’s not fair but it’s how it is. I just didn’t want you hurt getting caught up in gossip or lies. I just wanted to protect you.” You sat up and hugged your brother glad to know that he wasn’t embarrassed by you, that he was only doing what he always did, trying to protect you. At first Minho sat there just letting you hug him but eventually he put his arms around you, hugging you back.

“Well, however different things are here now, I’m just gonna have to get used to it Min.” Minho pulled away looking at you confused.

“What do you mean?” You had something you had been keeping secret also and it was time to spill the beans.

“I’m back for good Minho. I’m moving back to Korea.” He didn’t understand.

“Wait... how? You didn’t finish your degree in 4 years.” You shook your head and chewed your lip.

“No. I didn’t. Look Min there’s a lot to talk about concerning America and school and I’m exhausted from the flight. Can we talk about it tomorrow?” Minho wanted to press you but decided after he had kind of kept your existence secret from the guys the least he could do was let you rest before hounding you about school.

“Okay. But we ARE talking about this tomorrow!” He put out his pinky and you wrapped yours around it and nodded.

“Alright come on Chan’s ordering dinner.” You all settled in the living room, Chan now wearing a shirt, and watched a movie while you waited for the food to show up. Minho fought the urge to interrogate you about school and moving home and Chan fought the urge to steal glances at you any time he was certain Minho wasn’t looking.

As soon as he’d seen you earlier he had immediately wondered why there was a gorgeous woman in his tub. He was sure you had noticed him turning red, his skin was on fire almost as soon as he saw you. It’s why he’d taken his shirt off when he’d gone into his room, trying to cool down. Then suddenly you were in his doorway. Your brother’s shirt swallowed you but you looked cute and comfy and Chan was standing there shirtless with his underwear in his hands like an idiot. He was embarrassed as hell when he realized but you had been gracious and acted like you hadn’t seen anything which Chan had been thankful for. Then you said you were Minho’s sister and his brain exploded.

Now he was sitting there with both of you trying not to stare at you and totally failing. When there was a knock at the door Chan sprung up quickly to answer it.

“Food’s here!” Chan went to get it while you and Minho went to sit at the table in the kitchen. When Chan was back with the food he found Minho sitting at one end of the table and you sitting to the side of him. There was a seat next to you and then one on the other side of Minho across from you. Chan really wanted to sit next to you but he also didn’t have a death wish so he sat across from you, next to Minho, and started passing out food. Chan handed you your food.

“I wasn’t sure what you like or would want so I got you jajangmyeon like me, I hope that’s okay.” You smiled at him brightly.

“That’s perfect, I’m bad at spice and I haven’t had it in FOREVER!” You quickly opened the dish and Chan smiled ear to ear, happy to know he’d made a good choice for you.

“I don’t do spicey either! Well, I try some times, usually when your brother encourages it but it never ends well.” Chan laughed. You all ate and conversated a while, talking about your flight, what it was like growing up with Minho, how things were going for the guys who’s names you were trying to remember.

“So let me see, I think I have it. Felix, Jisung, who I know, well I have met, Changbin, Chan... Chan... I’m missing one.” Minho laughed.

“Hyunjin.” You snapped your fingers.

“Shit! Hyunjin!” You all laughed.

“Once you meet Hyunjin I’m sure you’ll never forget him again.” Minho stopped laughing and glared at Chan. You continued laughing.

“What does that mean?” Minho shifted in his seat very much so disliking the direction this converstation seemed to be going. He didn’t want you to think of his friends like that and he CERTAINLY didn’t want them thinking of you like that. Chan elaborated.

“Most women tend to remember Hyunjin once they’ve seen him. Hyunjin is... cute.” Chan giggled. It was adorable how he laughed like that sometimes. Like a kid at a sleep over trying to stay quiet.

“Oh? Is he as cute as you are?” Chan turned beet red and he almost choked on his food while your brother immediately cleared his throat.

“AHEHEHEM! Okay! Y/N I’ll clean up here! Why don’t you go get some sleep since your exhausted from your flight. Yea?” You rolled your eyes at your brother. You were tired though and now full, so you decided it probably was time for bed. You walked over and poked the tip of Minho’s nose.

“Goodnight grump. Love you.” He made a disgusted face but still made you hug him before he’d let you leave. You walked over and gave Chan a hug from behind. He froze. His arms at his sides and his eyes on Minho who was staring daggers at him.

“Goodnight Channie. Thanks for the dinner.” You smiled at him and he cleared the lump from his throat.

“Oh uh... you're welcome. Goodnight Y/N.” You headed through the living room towards your room. Once Minho heard your door click he pointed at Chan.

“Don’t.” Chan’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t what?!” Minho rolled his eyes.

“I’m not blind. Seriously don’t Chan. She’s been through enough.” Chan shook his head.

“Nonono Lee Know you’ve got it all wrong...” He had it 100% right.

“It’s not like that!” It definitely was. You gave him butterflies and goosebumps and made his head feel all swimmy but the fact that Minho was your brother, one, terrified him, and two, meant that he had to be respectful and treat you as if you were his own sister.

“Whatever you say Chan. She’s never been interested boyfriends or dating anyway but just remember this conversation and don’t feel bad because as soon as the rest of the guys are home we’ll be having the exact same talk. She is off limits, out of bounds. Understood?” Chan nodded nervously. Minho cleared the table and headed to bed and Chan went to finish some work in his room. When he got to his door he turned and looked at yours and smiled, then went into his room and shut the door. He put on his headphones and started working feeling more inspired than ever.

In the middle of the night, after Chan had called it quits on the track he was working on and finally went to bed, he was woken up by a blood curdling scream. His eyes shot open and he leapt from his bed to try to locate the source, forgetting that you were there until he made it to the hall and Minho was already running past him and into your room.

Chan followed him in thinking you were being attacked or something but when he got in there you were alone and thrashing on the bed screaming. Pleas for help falling in between ear-piercing screams. Minho wrapped his arms around you so you wouldn’t hurt yourself, got close to your ear and started whispering something.

“You’re home, you’re safe, I’m here, it’s okay, wake up Y/N, wake up.” You stopped screaming and convulsing and started calming down. Minho kept whispering.

“Wake up Y/N, wake up.” Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself in a bear hug by Minho, a worried expression on his face and you saw Chan standing there totally shell shocked. You didn’t remember anything but you knew what had happened without your brother telling you. You’d had another night terror. It was always overwhelming after having one, whether you remembered it or not. You started to cry and Minho just held you and hugged you tightly.

“It’s okay. You’re alright.” Minho looked over his shoulder at Chan.

“Chan.” He stood there his heart still pounding out of his chest.

“Chan!” Chan snapped out of it and looked at Minho.

“Will you grab some water for her please?” Chan nodded and headed straight to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for you from the fridge. He stopped for a second to take a couple of deep breaths and get a hold of himself. Chan had never seen anything like that before. It was like you were possessed or something. When Chan got back to your room you and Minho were both sitting up in your bed and Minho had managed to calm you down for the most part. Chan walked up to the side of your bed and handed you the bottle of water. You took it and gave him a small smile.

“Thank you Chan.” Your voice was quiet and you wouldn’t look him in the eye. You were embarrassed he’d seen you like that. You couldn’t control it but still, it was embarrassing. You took a drink of the water Chan brought you and your brother pushed a bit of hair out of your eyes.

“I thought you weren’t having these anymore?” He questioned you now that you were calm. You shook your head.

“I haven’t been. I think it was just exhaustion from the flight Min, really. I’m okay now.” Minho pressed his lips together not fully believing you.

“Really Minho, I am, I’m okay.” He nodded and gave you a kiss on the forehead. Chan had never seen Minho treat any human like the way he was with you. Tender, gentle. An animal sure, people no. He was caring but in other ways except with you apparently, which Chan was taking note of.

“Okay, if you can’t fall back asleep promise you’ll come wake me up.” You agreed and Minho got up to head back to his own bed in his own room and Chan followed.

“Thanks again for the water Chan.” He turned back and gave you a half smile that made one of his dimples pop out again.

“No problem Y/N, sleep well.” He pulled your door closed heading back to his own room as well. Minho stopped him.

“When I say she’s been through a lot this is the kind of stuff I’m talking about Chan. Okay? Stuff she still has night terrors about. She had a HARD life before she came to live with our family. You get what I’m saying?” Chan shook his head and Minho headed to his room.

The rest of the night was peaceful but Chan only half slept, keeping and ear out for you just in case. Minho woke up first in the morning and started coffee and breakfast. You came stumbling out when you smelled the bacon. You drug yourself into the kitchen like a zombie. You had slept okay the rest of the night but jet lag was still kicking your ass.

“Before you even think about speaking to me you better have caffeine.” Your brother scoffed.

“Yes your highness, the royal coffee is ready.” You put your finger to your lips.

“Shhhh shh shh, no words just point me in the direction of the coffee.” Minho laughed. He walked up behind you placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you a little to the left where you saw the coffee pot.

“Ahhh black gold.” You brother shook his head and went back to cooking.

“That’s oil.” You grabbed a mug.

“Maybe to you. This is worth more than any petrol to me.” He laughed and set a plate of food on the table.

“Eat up, we gotta go see the parents.” You sat down with your coffee and started to eat the breakfast Minho made you.

“You’ve gotten really good at cooking Min.” He smiled at you and gave you a little bow.

“Looks like the coffee is working already. Maybe it is more valuable than petrol.” You flipped your brother off as Chan came into the kitchen and you suddenly wished you had made a trip to the bathroom to wash up a bit before coming out there. You were certain you looked like death. Chan looked adorable of course. His curls were even messier than they had been the night before and his eyes were puffy and half closed. He looked like he was sleep walking but then he spoke to you.

“Good morning.” His voice was deep and sleepy it made you wonder if he would sound like that if you had woken up next to him. What?! You needed to keep those thoughts out of your brain. You shook your head and smiled at him.

“Good morning Chan.” He smiled back and his eyes actually did close. He was so cute sleepy like that. Minho put another plate down on the table.

“Eat up Chan.” Chan opened his eyes again. His smile got bigger and he groaned, another sound your imagination didn’t need to go running wild with either.

“Ughh! Yes! Thanks Minho! I have to go to yoga soon and I was just gonna grab some fruit or something.” Yoga? Is life testing you with yet another thing you were trying to not let your imagination run away with. Chan stretching, bending, sweating...

“Y/N???” Your brother had said something.

“What?” He sat down at the table with his own plate.

“I asked you if you’ve talked to mom or dad since you got in.” You shook your head answering but also trying to get the residual thoughts of Chan doing yoga out of your head.

“Yea I called mom on the car ride here yesterday and let her know I landed safe and that you said we’d be coming over today.” Minho nonchalantly looked at his plate.

“Do they know you’re moving back?” Chan’s ears perked a little. You were moving back? Meaning you’d be around more?

“You’re just gonna jump right into that huh?” Minho nodded and you sighed.

“Okay Min don’t freak out but... I got kicked out of school and before you ask because of poor grades and my attendance.” Minho held back the urge to immediately go in to lecture mode and let you finish. You hadn’t mentioned this on any of the calls the two of you had.

“This last semester at school I had a lot of... issues.” Your brother’s eyes narrowed and you continued.

“Okay well you know the one person I was NEVER supposed to see?” Minho’s face stiffened. Oh, he knew.

“Well, I found him.” His jaw dropped; he couldn’t help his reaction. He shouted

“YOU FOUND YOUR DAD!?” Chan suddenly felt like he was in the middle of something that was a very private family thing and it was. Minho cut the topic of converstation off quickly.

“We’ll be discussing this on the way to mom and dads.” He spoke through gritted teeth and you sunk down in your chair pushing what was left of your breakfast around your plate. You knew Minho would be pissed. You all finished breakfast in relative awkward silence, then Chan left for his yoga class and you got ready to go to your mom and dad’s with Minho. You were about ten minutes into the tense drive to your parent’s place in Gimpo when Minho finally broke the silence.

“So, how did you fall behind so much and why didn’t you tell me what was happening? I’m here trying to protect you from these people dragging your past up and you’re running around America doing it yourself!” You looked out the window at the passing scenery.

“I honestly didn’t realize it was getting so out of hand Min. I just... I was convinced I needed to find George and confront him. I knew it wouldn’t be easy but it ended up being even harder than I had expected and I fell behind on classes and assignments, missed tests. I was so caught up in trying to find him and prove something that I fucked up Min. I knew if I told you I was looking for him you’d try and talk me out of it and I knew if I told you about school you’d be disappointed. I know you’re disappointed in me Minho.” You kept looking out the window not wanting to see the look on your brother’s face. He sighed.

“I’m not disappointed in you Y/N. I just... I wish you would’ve told me what was actually going on. So you did find him though, right?” You shook your head.

“Yea. I did.” Minho waited for you to continue but you didn’t.

“And? What happened?” You shrugged and looked a little defeated.

“I immediately realized falling behind was pointless just like looking for him had been. He was high as a kite. Nothing changed there I guess. He didn’t even realize who I was. I just left. Didn’t bother trying to explain. He always hated me anyway, I don’t know why I was so convinced I had to confront him like it would’ve made some kind of difference.” Minho’s jaw ticked. He absolutely hated your biological dad. He’d only met him twice when you both were younger, before your adoption had been finalized and he still had SOME rights to see you. Minho remembered each time as clear as day and neither left him with particularly fond memories of your father.

“Is after you saw him when your night terrors started again?” You shook your head yes.

“God damn it Y/N you said you weren’t having them! Why aren’t you telling me things! You used to tell me everything!” You sat there quietly for a bit with no answer to give, no good answer.

“Min, are you gonna make me tell mom and dad about finding George?” He let out a breath as he considered your question.

“How are you going to explain school?” He quizzed.

“I’m just gonna say I had issues and fell behind. It’s the truth technically.” Minho definitely didn’t like hiding things from your parents but this was actually one of the instances he figured, maybe it was best if they didn’t know.

“As long as you tell them about school and moving back, I won’t mention George. Deal?” You nodded in agreement, smiling at your brother.

Surprisingly enough when you broke the news to your parents about school and moving back during dinner, they took it fairly well. That would probably have been a very different outcome had Minho made you tell your parents about finding your birth father also. You were grateful that he had agreed to not tell your parents. Your mother, always a worrier when it came to you, only wanted to know one thing.

“Where will you be living sweetheart? You know you’re always welcome to your room here.” You grabbed your mom’s hand and gave it a squeeze smiling at her.

“Well about that. While I appreciate the offer mom, I was going to ask Minho if he thought I could stay with him until I got a job and a place of my own? I already failed at school and had to move home I don’t think I can to move back in with my parents on top of all that.” Minho’s eyes got big and he hacked on the bite of food he had in his mouth.

“Well... I don’t know... I live with five other guys Y/N I don’t know if that’s app-” Your mom cut Minho off, pish poshing him.

“Every one of those boys is an absolute sweet heart and a gentleman Minho. I think as long as they didn’t mind it would be fine. Don’t you?” Minho got that look on his face, the one he gets whenever he knows you’re probably about to get your way, the one that makes him look like an irritated kitty cat.

“Pleeaaasssee Min Min? Will you ask them? I promise to help around the dorm and I’ll find a job and my own place asap!” He let out a heavy sigh knowing he couldn’t say no to you now. Not in front of your mom, not when you called him Min Min.

“I'll ASK! But if they say no...” You shook your head.

“Then I’ll just have to suck it up and stay with mom and dad whether I want to or not.” After spending the day with your parents, having dinner, and you and Minho doing the dishes, you both got loaded up with plenty of left overs and in the car to head back to the dorm.

“You think I don’t know you pulled that at dinner, knowing mom would take your side?” You looked at your brother feigning innocence.

“I- Min. Mom is the one that aske-” He scoffed.

“Cut the shit Y/N.” You smirked.

“Okay so I had a feeling mom would bring that up and maybe I knew that she would probably take my side but I really meant what I said about not wanting to have to move back with the parents after everything else. It's too much Minho.” Your brother was thrilled to have you staying with him. It’s not like he didn’t want you around, it was the five other men that lived with him that made him uneasy about the arrangement.

“You have to promise me something Y/N. One thing.” You looked at your brother waiting for what he was going to ask for in return.

“Don’t try anything funny with any of the guys.” Your face started to burn it was so red. You and Minho never talked about stuff like that.

“MINHO!” He shooed his hand at you to shoosh you.

“I mean it! If you want to stay you have to promise that you’re not gonna try and date any of them, I mean it Y/N, I’m serious. It will just end with you getting hurt.” You threw up your hands.

“Minho I don’t even date-” He shook his head.

“I don’t care, promise or you’re not staying, I’ll turn around and take you back to mom and dad’s right now.” He hit the turn signal to get off the highway.

‘’Okay okay! Jeeze I promise I won’t date any of your friends. Christ!” You sat in silence in the car for a bit before you broke the awkward silence again.

“I really will help around the place and find work. I’m not sure where yet but...” Minho sighed.

“Well, I might be able to help with that too. It won’t be anything fancy but I can probably get you in a temp position at the company. If a full-time position opens, I could put in a word. You bounced in your seat.

“If I wasn’t absolutely certain you would crash us into the river, I’d hug you.” Minho cocked his eyebrow at you.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t do it for even considering it.” When you pulled up to the parking lot of the dorm Minho’s text notification went off. He pulled out his phone, looked at it and sighed.

“What’s up?” He quickly text the person back and put it back in his pocket.

“It’s Hannie. He’s back in town but he’s stranded at the company so I gotta go get him. Do you want to come?” You were still fighting jet lag and it had been a long day with your parents. You really didn’t want to.

“I’ll just head up to bed Min. Tell Jisung I said hi and that I’ll see him tomorrow.” You kissed your palm and half smacked your brother in the face a little harder than necessary before quickly getting out of the car.

“Love you!” You ran towards the doors to the building and Minho rolled his eyes and took off to meet Jisung.

It was already pretty late when you were getting in. Most of the dorm lights were off. You navigated through the living room in the dark as best you could, you managed not to hurt yourself at least. Once you got to the hall you could see a little. Chan’s door was closed but you could see the light was on through the crack at the bottom and heard more of the same kind of soft r&b from the day before. You went over and tapped on it lightly and waited to hear if Chan replied. If he was asleep or working with his headphones on you wouldn’t bother him.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and there was Chan, fresh out of the shower, water still dripping down the lines of his body, his wet curls clumping together and sticking to his forehead. He had one end of a towel scrunched up in one hand, drying his hair and another end of the towel gripped in his other hand drying his midsection. The rest of the towel happened to drape and keep you from seeing EVERYTHING but only barely and his ass was out for the world.

“OHFUCK! Sorry! I... Uh... didn’t see anything!” You closed your eyes and covered them with your hands as you screamed the apology. Chan almost dropped the towel and then wrapped it around himself.

“OH FUCK! FUCK! No Uh I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were back! I uh... I’m covered now.” You opened your eyes again and you both moved, you away from his door, him towards it, tandem movements, almost like dancing. He pushed his hair away from his face and gave you a nervous smile and those damn dimples popped out again. He was equal parts sexy and adorable and he swung wildly back and forth between the two. He walked out dripping wet, firm and naked and then blushed and those dimples showed up and he was the cutest guy you’d ever seen.

“I’m really really sorry Chan!” He was still gripping the towel around him to make sure he was covered but it hung low and you couldn’t help but notice the curve of his hip leading to what was hiding under the towel now.

“No seriously it’s totally my fault, I knew you were staying with us I should have been more careful. I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s fine. You didn’t.” You both stood there in awkward silence for a minute, completely red faces.

“I’m... gonna... go get dressed now. Uh can you do me a favor and not tell your brother about this?” Chan opened his door and started backing into his room.

“RIGHT! Yea no, tell him about what? You know?” Chan let out a sigh of relief

“Thanks Y/N, uh, goodnight.” He smiled at you.

“Goodnight Chan.” He closed his door and you went into your room across the hall and shut yours. You leaned against it trying to catch your breath. The way Chan made you feel just the few times you had been around him; no one had ever made you feel like that before and now this? But you had JUST promised your brother.

“Fuck.”

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bluebehries · 1 year ago

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STATISTICS.

full name : ryu minji . nickname(s) : minnie , by family only . origin : ryu [ korean / willow tree ] , minji [ info / info ] . age : thirty eight . date of birth : january 1 , 1985 . place of birth : san francisco , california . gender : cis woman . pronouns : she / her . religion : non - practicing catholic . sexual orientation : heterosexual . language(s) : english , korean , and conversational french . occupation : a fashion influencer behind popular blog MINJIRYU , high society socialite , and mother to a fourteen year old daughter named nayoung .

faceclaim : seo jihye . hair : chestnut brown , currently at armpit length but sometimes lengthened by extensions . click here and here for visuals . eyes : brown , radiant and expressive . features : rounded cheekbones and a heart shaped face . height : five foot seven inches / 170cm . build : athletic / endomorph . tattoos : none ? piercings : both standard lobes and right tragus .

mother : kim hwa - young [ seventy two / housewife ] . father : ryu mu - yeol [ seventy five / retired professor of economics ] . sibling(s) : none . children : nayoung surname [ fourteen / high school student ] . vice : sloth . virtue : temperance . weather : winter . genre : ambient . food : xiao long bao . beverage : dalgona .

AESTHETIC.

spontaneous vacations only ever revealed on social media , starting every morning with a perfectly made iced coffee , melodious laughter filling your ears while she expertly entertains guests , never forgetting to take an outfit photo before leaving the house , soft tendrils of perfectly styled hair tickling your skin , piles of designer clothes littering the floor of your closet , the inability to catch up with her despite chasing for so long , maliciousness dripping from her tongue like that of sweetened honey when encountering unsavory figure , high heels clicking beneath her feet in an eye - catching strut , never forgetting the scent of her perfume long after she's already gone .

TLDR.

humble beginnings in the city of san fransisco mark the beginning of life , only child born to loving parents that shower her with all that they can afford . childhood is spent in mother's closet , giving fashion shows in clothes far too big and heels that won't stay on feet . one could never expect for clothing and style to become career , but not without fulfilling parental wish to pursue degree . the city that never sleeps becomes home after high school graduation , exposed to new way of living that opens her eyes in the best of ways . the love of her life comes in the form of someone she meets during sophomore year , someone who sweeps her off her feet while fashion blog begins to take the world by storm . walking across stage comes before proposal , a happy marriage that soon delves into parenthood . relocation to the west coast comes soon enough , settling into home that swarms the family with warmth . recent months show cracks in perfection , sudden announcement of separation leading to speculation , and a fight to keep relationship afloat .

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years ago

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M!!!! i know you’re not taking requests but i had an idea for a skz reaction and i thought i’d send it your way just in case~

so basically… reader can’t speak korean and asks [insert member] “hey what does xxx mean?” and it’s basically an insult. and they get very offended FOR THEM like “where did you hear that? who on earth said that to you?”

and… idk you can decide what happens next~

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

PAIRING: Seungmin x Fem!Reader/ OT8 X Fem!Reader

GENRE: fluffy, humor? boys shocked that the reader says the word

A/N: I know you said a reaction but while I was sitting and waiting for everyone to leave this morning I wanted to do a small imagine for it! I hope thats okay! <3

WARNING: I don't know Korean(im trying) so the Korean used is from google and it's probably wrong...But I hope you like this 🥺 Again if you still like a reaction please let me know and I'll work on a reaction the next time I open requests.

Your eyes glanced over every word on the page in front of you, trying to wrap your head around the Hangul you'd scribbled down onto a piece of paper you found in your pocket. You didn't know if your handwriting was the problem or if you had heard the woman in the store wrong but you couldn't find what the word meant.

That morning you had been out getting some ingredients to cook with for the boys, your apartment was being redecorated and Seungmin had offered you to go and sleep at the dorms with him and the rest of the guys. In doing so you wanted to make sure that you were the perfect house guest that they could have asked for. Going out of your way to cook and clean for them every day and night while you were staying with them. You didn't want to become a burden by being there all of the time and decided it was best that you make yourself useful to them.

All of you had been friends since you began dating Seungmin a couple of years ago and you'd gotten close with each other. Befriending each of the boys and spending time with them whenever you were able to. Chan and Felix were always there helping you study Korean as you weren't completely fluent in the language just yet and right now you could have done with their help.

You'd been out shopping when a woman called you a word you didn't understand, you had no idea why she had called you it though. All you had been doing was shopping around the market for fresh vegetables when you had accidentally bumped into her. Apologising on the spot almost immediately but it hadn't been good enough as she'd spoken to you with such a calm tone you knew it was something you wanted to know the meaning off. You'd grabbed the first piece of paper you could find and jotted down what she had said to you.

Tapping your foot against the side of the table you kept reading through the dictionary trying to figure out what the word could possibly mean. The thought of texting any of the boys to ask was playing in the back of your mind but you knew that they were busy today. They had been preparing for a show that was coming up later in the week and you weren't going to interrupt that because you were struggling with your second language.

"Baby?" Seungmin called out as he walked into the dorms, glancing around the porch to see if you were actually home. Your shoes were waiting there so he smiled in relief, all afternoon he had been dreaming of coming home to the smell of your cooking and open arms. He could smell the cooking but you weren't there waiting for him, he glanced down at his phone to check if it was later than he had originally thought but it wasn't.

"Yn..." He called out again, taking off his coat and shoes before carefully putting them away and going to look for you. The light in the kitchen was on and as he walked closer he could see you sitting there, hunched over with your nose in a book.

"Good read?" He chuckled as he came over to you, pressing a kiss on top of your head as you whined a little turning your body to look at him.

"Hi, good day?" You questioned as you slowly got up from the chair and hugged Seungmin tightly in your arms. The door to the dorms opened again and in walked the boys, all of them coming to the kitchen to see what it was that smelled so good in the dorms.

"Gross, I didn't come for PDA." Jeongin mumbled as he stole a can of coke from the fridge and sat down in the chair opposite to where you had been sitting.

"Studying Korean?" Felix questioned as he saw the books that were open on the table, you let out a sigh and nodded hyour head.

"I was trying to figure out a word. Maybe you'll know it?" You looked between Chan and Felix and then over at all of the boys that were now listening in to the conversation.

"I'll start dishing food." Minho called out as he walked over to the oven, starting to get bowls out as he poured some of the stew into each bowl.

"What's the word?" Seungmin questioned as he looked at you, your hands searched for the scrap piece of paper and you nodded doing your best to read it and say it the way you had heard earlier in the day.

"What does, 문외한 매춘부 mean?" Filthy Prostitute, You looked at the paper when you heard a smash of a bowl hitting the floor, followed by curse words from Minho as he burnt his foot on the hot food that he'd dropped. Your eyes glued onto him,

"You okay-"

"Where did you hear that?!" Chan cried out in a panicked tone glancing at you and then down to the paper that you were holding. All of the boys were so shocked to hear those words falling from your lips as though they meant nothing,

"What does it mean?" Your voice was filled with concern as all of them looked offended for you, Seungmin looked enraged at the thought of someone saying this in front of you.

"Where did you hear it?" He questioned a little calmly as the others helped Minho clean up.

"Who said it to you?!" He snapped this time as he looked at you, complete sadness in his eyes making you whimper a little.

"I-I bumped into someone earlier, when I apologised she said it...I thought it was nice, she said it so calmly." You explained as Seungmin shook his head at you, still in shock that someone had even thought of uttering those words to you.

"What does it mean?" You asked once again as they all turned to look away from you. None of them wanted to be the one to tell you what it meant.

"Filthy prostitute..." Jeongin said slowly as he received a small slap around the back of the head from Hyunjin, scolding him for speaking it out loud.

"O-Oh...Oh." You slowly sat down at the table as you stared down at all of the books in front of you. Wondering what you could have possibly done to offend someone so much to warrant that being said to you.

"She's not worth it baby...Come on," Seungmin whispered as he helped you up but it didn't help. It still stung to know that someone would call you that right to your face when they didn't even know who you were.

Rest assured the boys were going to do everything that they could that night to make you feel better, Seungmin going above and beyond to cheer you up as best as he could.

Tagline: @minholuvs @taestannie @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @justbangtanthingz @stillwithlix @lolalee24 @lenorelove @yubinism

#skz #skz x reader #skz imagine #skz drabble #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabble #kim seungmin #seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagine #seungmin imagines #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin imagine #kim seungmin imagines

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years ago

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hiii!❤️❤️lets be honest, we all thought that you would pass it:D this idea came quite unexpectedly😭 mc is most of the times a foreigner, right?? like I believe she would struggle a lot and especially at Jumin’s business parties. But it’s funny indeed when I think that Jumin would help her and teach her some words. Tbh I don’t even know what I am supposed to request based on this plot.. Could you write about mc just being a foreigner and Jumin teaching her Korean, please?

Jumin teaching a foreigner Mc korean

Hello! Noooo I didn’t believe in it, really! I actually have some problems at work and so I was praying every night I would pass to have a higher graduation…now I feel better, ahahah! But thank you so much for believeing in me! I hope you will enjoy reading this One Shot, please tell me your opinion! Have a nice day too!

Once again, you stood in the middle of the room on your own, looking around with an uneasy look on your face. You were scared, nervous, and at a total loss. Korean wasn’t your first language. You were American and so you were fluent in American English, however most guests at these parties didn’t care to speak English with you, even though they were just as good as Jumin. Your husband arrived with Jaehee behind him as he just returned from a conversation with a highly respected investor before he came closer to you. ,,What’s wrong, my wife?’’ he asked you. His English had improved a lot, ever since he was forced to talk to you in English. You, on the other hand, still didn’t do much. Even though you planned on learning Korean, you were still a mess. ,,Nothing, Jumin,’’ you mumbled back. ,,I feel odd and out of place. No one is talking to me. I think I need to study Korean some more,’’ you nodded. Jumin looked at you with a soft smile before he nodded and told you that he could either hire a teacher or teach you himself. And since he was your husband, you agreed to him teaching you Korean.

,,Can’t I study Hangul after I learned the language?’’ you asked him, unmotivated as you sat in front of him while he was trying to show you some signs. ,,I think, my love, learning both at once would be better for you,’’ he said and tried to teach you the basics again. You tried step by step once again, tried to stay focused on him and follow him during his ,,lessons’’ and indeed, you seemed to learn pretty quickly. ,,Hello, how are you?’’ you said in Korean to Jaehee when you saw her again, making the brown haired woman really happy.

You could keep up with basic conversations by now and no one, not even Jaehee, believed that Jumin was that much of a good teacher. ,,I’m telling you, he is very patient. He explained things to me two to three times and made sure that I could use them too in my daily use. He even prepared stickers all over the house to help me understand the names of different gadgets,’’ you tried to assure the others in your group, feeling more than proud to be able to say that your husband was the one helping and teaching it to you.

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14.05.2022 // 00:35 MEST

#jumin x mc #Jumin #jumin han #jumin x reader #mystic messenger jumin #zen hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim #Vanderwood #Headcanon #Mm headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon #fanfiction #fanfic #mm fanfic

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eatsbop · 3 years ago

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Can you rate HtF characters English pls? How well would they manage with a foreigner, how fluent they might be + the accent they probably use? I love your content ❤

Hiii anon i will try thanks

Gaeul

10/10. Can speak fluently. Can speak slang fluently.

Sometimes talk like a stereotypical action movie villain (she enjoys re-enacting movie scenes with Logan where the protag and villain would talk trash before killing each other). Including the measured villain laugh bwa-ha-ha and expression. Copies Logan's accent for fun.

She's the appointed person in their group to handle foreign fans or for any foreign encounters. Will talk comfortably with a foreigner and translate for her friends, will probably call a foreigner bestie.

Taehoon

7/10. Simple greetings, yes, no, thank you, kindly do not touch me.

Understands sentences well but will not bother putting in effort to form actual sentences himself. His dad forced him to learn a bit of english when he was younger so he can converse/interact with foreign players/reporters/etc during competitions/interviews.

"Mister, excuse me? Uh you speak english? Any english? English? You understand?"

*in korean* "You come to my country and expect me to be "polite" by learning your language?? Get a grip. You are a guest in my house." *in english* "No, I don't speak english. Don't bother me."

Hobin

1/10. "Hi, excuse me.. Can you help me? I'm a bit lost and-" "I'm fine! Thank you! Goodbye!"

Will try his best for his foreign fans, but usually ends up either activating Gaeul or Papago.

Jihyeok

7/10. Has a pretty good grasp but too nervous to speak it ("Dude! What if I misunderstand and I end up agreeing to sell my kidneys?!!").

Had to learn it so he can understand foreign manuals/websites when he orders items from overseas.

*in english* "U-Uhh.. can you speak slowly, m-miss?"

*to Hobin, in korean* "Why me?!"

"Dude, maybe because.. you're.. blonde."

Rumi

8-9/10. She writes her own subtitles for foreign subscribers and is continuously learning it so she can interact more with them during live streams.

Yeonwoo

11/10. Probably speaks english better than the queen herself. Can fake a british accent because he gets asked a lot by children (whenever he does volunteer work at the pedia ward or something) to "Big bro, are you Harry Potter?!" And he would talk like Harry Potter for them. He watched the movies and even memorized some of the lines for them. He's nice like that.

Mangi

5/10. Is probably learning french instead. Je t'aime, mon cheri.

Seongjoon

10/10. Studied languages as a form of ~~self care while serving time. Probably knows at least 5.

244

10/10. It's a business asset.

Munseong

9/10. He learned through Logan.. I wish he learned some basic manners instead.

#viral hit #how to fight #seong taehoon #yoo hobin #ji yeonwoo #gaeul #woo jihyeok #yeo rumi #hwang mangi #baek seongjoon #lee jinho #kim munseong #seong taehun #244

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iamcalmdammit · 4 years ago

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Matching his crazy — (4) Regrets || [Jang Han-seok x reader]

“Welcome to Korea,” Han-seok greeted you at the airport with a huge grin on his face. “How was your flight?”

But the grin faded the moment you got closer and he saw how angry you looked. And then things got worse for him when you spoke up. “I already regret coming here.”

“Don't be like that. I already said sorry like a million times,” he said with a sigh as he took the suitcase from you.

“Saying sorry doesn't make up for what you did.”

It didn’t? What else was he supposed to do? Get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness? Rolling his eyes, he began walking towards the exit. “You still came, this is all that matters.”

“I won't stay for long,” you pointed out.

“We’ll see. I have a feeling you'll love this.”

Suddenly a dog appeared by your feet, but despite the collar and leash you couldn't see the owner around. “Who's dog is this?” you asked loudly in Korean. A few moments later a kid ran over to you and apologized as he picked up the leash from the floor. “No problem, just be more careful next time.”

“Your Korean is still good,” Han-seok told you with a smile.

“This is the only good thing that came out of our relationship.”

He nodded. “I'm glad I could help.”

During the car ride to his house, he quickly told you everything you had to know about the current situation, including his little act at Wusang. You didn’t seem to understand his motivation to go undercover as an intern, but he didn’t mind. He hadn’t brought you here to help, he just needed an audience. And who would be better than you? While others like his brother would say whatever he wanted to hear, you always aimed to be as honest as possible, even if that enraged him.

And there was another reason as well—he missed you. Sure, he had a lot on his plate now, but the two of you had lived together in the States for so long that he missed having you around. The next logical step was finally asking you to marry him, after all this way he could make sure you were his for good. It wouldn’t be easy after what had happened between you before he moved back though, but it was worth a try.

“I know why you're acting like this,” he said when you were standing in his living room later that day. You gave him a questioning look with your arms folded over your chest. “You still have feelings for me, you just don't want to accept it.”

“You're wrong,” you told him without hesitation.

“Am I?” The moment you nodded in response, he took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He knew you, and he could always tell what was going on in your mind. “I know your body language well enough to know you still want me,” he informed you with a smile.

You gulped. “Don't look this smug.”

“Why not? I'm right.”

“No, you’re not.” After rolling his eyes at you, he put a hand on the side of your neck and kissed you, happy to see you didn’t resist at all. When you pulled away a little, you said, “Even if you are, it’s only physical attraction, nothing more.”

“I can work with that. Why don't we see if we can pick up where we left off?”

“Goodnight,” you whispered as you got out of his grasp and began to walk away from him.

Han-seok let out a frustrated groan. Why couldn’t you just give in? He was really beginning to think you would spend the night with him, and then you shut him out just like that. But it was just one night, he could easily survive that. There was one thing he had to know before going to sleep, though. “Wait, just answer me before you leave. Please.”

“You know what's my biggest problem with you?”

“I’m sure I'm about to find out,” he said with a cheeky smile.

“You’re stupidly handsome. And because of this, it's hard to say no and act like I was still mad at you.”

“I’m glad to hear that. You know how I always say that nothing's a problem for me as long as I don't I feel like shit? Well, I felt like shit after cheating on you. I’m sorry, I fucked up.” To his surprise, you finally smiled at him. He missed your smile. “Now that we discussed this, do you still want to sleep in the guest room or…?”

“I’ll make you wait,” you told him as you walked back just to pat him on the chest.

“Damn, why are you being so mean?”

The way you acted around him made him hopeful that things were back to normal between you. Even though he only saw your back as you walked away, he could tell you were smiling to yourself. What he wasn’t expecting was you coming to an abrupt halt and going back to him again.

“Hey, one more thing. It’s about our little detour on the way from the airport,” you began. Oh, right, he had to stop to take care of something, and he even introduced you to a certain someone from work. Why did he have a feeling you weren’t happy now? “What’s her name? Cha-young?” He nodded. “I can’t guarantee that nothing will happen to her in the end if you don’t stop acting like this.”

“What? Is that a threat?”

You suddenly started laughing as you slowly took off your watch and glanced down at it. “Oh, no, it’s not, don’t worry. But you’d better have this for now,” you added, handing him the watch.

“I gave this to you as a gift, what are you doing?” he asked with a confused look on his face.

“It will look even better in your trophy collection if it comes down to it, won’t it?”

With that you turned around and walked away, this time not turning back halfway to the bedroom. This was the you he loved and missed so much! That fire in you was everything he needed right now. “I knew you still loved me!” he called after you happily. When he looked down at the watch, he couldn’t help but laugh. You were so obviously madly in love with him.

(kudos to anon for bringing up jealousy.)

New chapters on @reallyverybored

#vincenzo #jang han seok #jang han-seok #jang joon woo #kdrama #jang han seok x reader #jang han-seok x reader #jang joon woo x reader

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kookiecrumb · 4 years ago

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jjk || Summer Romaince 🥬🍔 (T)

gif is not mine, pm for credit

word count: ~2.5K

summary: Jungkook and Y/N work at a PopBurger together! It's written in the fast-food worker manual that coworkers shouldn't date, so why does it cross his mind whenever you look his way? :v

warnings: mention of marijuana usage, explicit language, doing chores, kitchen stuff yaknow? jk squeezes past y/n in the kitchen

tags: fem!reader x coworker!jk coworkers fic, strangers to lovers, reader is a little bit of a bully, eventual smut, eventual tooth-rotting fluff, angst if you squint, CRACK, y/n helps jk move >_<

read it on ao3

a/n:

This is my first published work! I work at a burger shop, and so I thought it would be better for me to start with something easy. My style of writing isn't usually this casual...I just thought it would be a little less intense if I started here.

I did not beta read this!

Ch.1

The chicken sandwiches were a favorite of the back of the house crew. You were each allowed one free employee meal per shift, and you were quick to remember that Jungkook always ordered his version of Korean barbecue chicken, taking some creative liberties, using the house spicy mayo, spicy pickles, barbecue sauce and pepperjack cheese (which technically cost extra, but with a flash of his winning smile and a nod, who were you to keep him from enjoying his break?).

Listening for the rattle of the door which separated the front of house from the back, you fixed your eyes on the order in front of you, squeezing out a reflex amount of special sauce onto a potato bun before slapping chopped lettuce and a fat tomato on there. 'Since when did the tomatoes get so big?' You wonder as you slide the order over to quality control. Another order walks in, and the dance of the dinner rush commences.

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Focus overcomes you during the PopBurger dinner rush, which usually runs from 7PM to 8:30 if you're lucky. The orders are simple enough today so that you don't need to lean over the counter for an extra ten seconds staring at any particular ticket wondering if the "guest" was sober while punching in their order with their fat thumbs. It was nearing closing time when a swarm of six customers mosied into the shop insisting that you drop twelve more buns into the toaster.

"Fry an egg!" You call out, your face scrunching when you realize your voice had cracked smack in the middle of that. Giggles sprinkle the kitchen, the faces of your coworkers sporting rare smiles.

"C'mon, guys, let's get these orders out." From behind, Jungkook put on a pair of vinyl gloves and hops on the assembly line and reads the last order of the day carefully. "No pickles." He corrects you, lifting a bed of lettuce to remove them. "Be more careful with these orders, Y/N..." He says, a little quietly.

He lifts himself off the counter and turns his attention to the fries station, opposite to yours. You watch him walk over for an extra second before taking a sigh and checking the other set-ups for pickles.

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There's a SnapChat group for the PopBurger team members. It's where schedules are posted, and occasionally, it's where work-related memes go to die.

You've never had much use for that kind of social media, it isn't your cup of tea, but you download it anyways. You had missed work because of a schedule change and are rather punctual about your job, despite making pathetically above the minimum wage.

Begrudgingly, you personalize your little character, spending ten minutes deciding on how far apart your eyes were and another 10 minutes reading the horoscope feature on your profile. All interesting stuff, but you were here to find out whether you had Friday off again.

A banner notification interrupted you from swiping up to close the app. Curious, you tap on it.

A little caricature of Jungkook thinking humorously hard pops out of your keyboard and you stare at it for a few seconds before your eyes connect to your brain connect to your heart. There it goes, adrenaline that's rather new but not uncertain.

hey can you pick up my shift Friday? my brother wants me to help with his art show.

"N--" you begin typing. Pressing backspace, you open up your bank account and add the fact that you'd only been paid 360 bucks this period. You then reply:

yea I'm broke lol

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The steam from your shower fogs up the mirror and you draw a smiley face as you walk by. It's Friday morning, and your laundry isn't done yet.

The scent of decaying burger grease mixed with sweat is enough to make you gag as you stuff your washing machine full of clothes and pour the strongest of your detergents in there. "Gets the tough stains out!" The tub reads.

'Yeah, that's why I bought it...' You bend over to change the linen-filled trash bag next to your foot and accidentally knock it over. "Just my luck," You curse as a discarded folded paper catches your eye amidst the mess.

"Y/N." the outermost fold reads in bold, black marker. You unfold the note, and it's a ticket.

"This order needs to be remade, the couple wanted everything on the side, and they did want pickles, my fault- JK." Dumbass.

You flicked the paper into the bin and walked off, slightly annoyed.

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You knew it, the managers knew it, your coworkers knew it. The Back of the House was riddled with plugs and dealers. You didn't care, you stayed out of their business for the most part. People had to make a living, and with the slave wages PopBurger paid their trainees, it wasn't a surprise that most of these dudes had side hustles.

At 12 AM, when you're stumbling two cartoonishly large garbage bags in a shopping cart down the parking lot and hurling it into the dump, you didn't have a fuck to give about what these dudes were puffing so long as they kept on hosing down the floors.

And then, when the manager did her round and checked that every station had been set back up and that everything was clean to a T, the few boys old enough to stay until close, legally, all gathered together in one tired sedan and smoked to numb their realities.

With another night shift done, you grab your keys and waddle to your car, taking a minute to take it all in before turning the key and starting it up.

The drive is silent, except for the white noise of the highway beneath your wheels. It's a lullaby, a divine paid homage to the roaring sounds which filled the kitchen daily.

A little brown box blocks your front door. You groan, realizing you have to bend over to pick it up with your back on fire. The handwriting on it looks familiar.

It reads: "For Y/N." There was no return address, so someone must have dropped it off personally. You bring the box inside and set it down on your counter, chucking your bag across the room and shuffling to the bathroom to shower.

Slipping on a simple gown, you make your way back to the little brown box and flick at the tape, opening it easily. It's a painting of a hilariously sketched SpongeBob SquarePants at his iconic grill with a patty mid-flip. It's signed at the bottom, something in Korean. There's a blank receipt paper taped to the back of the canvas.

"No one bought this one. I thought it was fitting! Thanks~ :) -JK"

You set the painting next to your door, turn off the lights in the kitchen, and faceplant onto your bed, groaning. Your eyes get heavier as the bed pulls you in, enveloping you in its warmth. You're about to fall into some REM sleeping type shit when-

bzz bzz! bzz bzz!

Your boobs vibrate. "What?" you breathe, lifting your face from your pillow and squinting at the blinding screen. You have to blink a few times before you can make out the notification.

You swipe your phone open.

jk: did u get the thing?

A few blocks down, in his room, Jungkook is rubbing his hair dry rigorously with his left hand and swiping his thumb across his keyboard with his right.

You languidly drag your thumb to spell out:

y/n: your brother should consider business school.

You smirk at your own reply before hitting send.

jk: he did, it's just a hobby. hope you got home safe, i know it rained out.

Why was he still talking to you? Not that you were complaining. Were you complaining?

y/n: yeah, i'm home safe. do you need anything else?

Jungkook frowned at your nonchalant response, quickly finding an excuse to keep you up a bit longer.

jk: yeah, so...you know i got a promotion, right? i moved out of my parents'. my brother's showcase is tomorrow, so he can't come, and i need help unpacking.

That's weird, why can't his parents just do it?

jk: my parents are out of town.

No they aren't, but you don't know that.

You close out of SnapChat, quickly check your alarms, and then confirm:

y/n: what time can I be there?

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Sometimes, Jungkook has to squeeze past you on his way to Quality Control. The space between the grill and the assembly line is very narrow, so usually he puts one hand on your shoulder to let you know he's coming through. His hands are always warm, but you figure its probably because the grill behind you is hellishly hot, constantly. Nevertheless, you find yourself flustered for at least a few seconds after he's started restocking the burger boxes.

You're not supposed to have jewelry that dangles in the kitchen, for many food safety reasons, but Jungkook wears a silver chain bracelet paired with gorgeous rings banding his long fingers. His palms were bigger than his fingers, though...

"Hey, what?" Jungkook lifts his head to catch you looking in his direction.

You point quickly to underneath the station, where the boxes containing the paper goods are. "We should have two down there. Can you check?"

He doesn't look. Instead, he nods and returns to restocking. "Yeah, there are." His eyes steal another glance at you across the assembly line. "Hm." He pouts. Done with his stack, he puts the box back and wedges himself behind you again, speaking next to your ear in a low voice: "Manager said you can leave early, go on break in 10."

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Jungkook's car smells like redwood. It's a subtle scent, he'd rather not have his nose assaulted while driving home, but he wasn't going to let the scent of his sweaty ass fill the car during his drive, either.

"What is that?" You step into the passenger seat after tossing your bag to the back seat of his car.

"What is what?" Jungkook's keys hit the beverage holder as he adjusted the mirror. He pursed his lips, notably fidgety.

"That smell. Like...Pine? You actually know about car vent air fresheners?" Your eyes widen, holding back a mean giggle.

"My mom! My..." He starts defending himself before realizing you're poking fun at him. "Man, fuck you. Close the door, I'm gonna kidnap you."

He looks so focused, almost like he's anxious. He only gets like that during rush. His hat is off, for a change, revealing a head of healthy black hair which rounded around his ears and framed his strong face. The engine isn't even on yet.

"Moving can be scary, but we'll get through it." In an act of sympathy, you reach out for his arm and caress it. Jungkook's lips part ever so slightly, as if he's about to say something before he swallows.

"Did you hear about the girl who worked here before you? She liked the fry boy." He starts, his eyes fixing on you before continuing, making sure that you're listening."The manager went through hell trying to fix their schedule so that they never fucking saw each other but it didn't work and they ended up screaming their heads off in the walk-in before the team lead separated them both." He paused, licking his lips. "She got fired, and that's why workplace relationships just...just don't work out, Y/N."

"Okay, but what does that have to do with me?" You chortle.

"I mean--"

"Don't tell me." Your face drops. "Jeon Jungkook don't tell me that fryboy Yoongi likes me!" You slap Jungkook's arm playfully in surprise. "Omg, he's like cute but he seems like he's busy lately...so I don't know if he would even consider taking me out?"

"Wait, how do you know my last name?" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows.

"Oh, it was written on your clock-in ticket and you left it there when I clocked in." You recall.

"Ahhh."

"And no, Yoongi doesn't like you. Well, maybe he does, but I wouldn't know about it. I'm telling you this as a warning, you shouldn't come dressed up to work or flirt with your coworkers because it would only make things hard for the team." He wags his finger authoritatively at you.

"But I don't dress up for work." You slant your lips. Jungkook hums, squinting.

"Hm! Fine."

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"No! Mom, I don't need help unpacking! I'll be fine! Y/N is--" Jungkook pokes his head out and looks to see if you are out of earshot. "Yes, that one. My coworker."

A pink tinge washes over the boy's ears, from what you can see, back in the car. Just then, he looks back at you and hangs up his phone.

"Fuck, you can get out. Sorry." He opens the door for you and offers his hand. You didn't think he was old-fashioned type, or expect that he'd be this awkward. It was kind of adorable how he made sure you were comfortable with helping him out. He accessorized opposite to his personality, with all this silver shimmering below his neckline and dipping into his chest underneath his uniform shirt and...

"Hhhh....huh?" You saw Jungkook's lips move but didn't catch what he said.

"I said, leave your shoes at the door. I have indoor shoes for you." he says with an innocent smile on his face.

Are you the dumbass?

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An afternoon of unpacking boxes, rearranging furniture, discovering you had the same taste in music, and exchanging playlists, you collapse on the couch with a sigh. Jungkook joins you soon after, with two bowls of housewarming ramen in his hands.

"I think that's it for out here..." He sets the bowl down on the coffee table and sits next to you, taking a first bite out of his noodles. Out of the blue, a hidden smirk overcomes him.

"What is it?" You poke him, making him wobble on the sofa. He shakes his head and wipes his mouth with a napkin, a chuckle bubbling up from his chest. "You're making it weird, tell me!" You push, knocking him over on the sofa.

Soon, his smile dies down and all that's left is the brilliant sparkle in his eyes which gaze so wonderously up at you, and it seems as if all that's keeping you from each other's arms is gravity.

"Why do you look at me like that, Y/N?" He speaks in a low voice, his smile fading. He sniffles. "Well, I'll tell you. In Korea, when you invite a girl over to eat ramen with you, it's like you're offering to uh, eat her out."

You want to say 'Ew, why would you say that you're so gross,' and brush it off, like you do when you don't want your feelings played with.

"Have you ever used that line on a girl?" You ask, curious of his intentions. He crosses his arms across his chest and nods his head to the side.

"I mean, no. I don't really go out much these days." His eyes flutter upwards, thinking. "It's mainly just work and dreading the end of summer when I have to start studying again." He leaves out the part where he's also dreading not seeing you during your day shift anymore.

"I do like one girl though." He holds up one finger. He doesn't continue. Instead he sits up, takes another bite of his food, and walks into another room.

a/n:

Thank you so much to @jimidol for helping me with all my questions and for overall being a great friend to me, she's given me the confidence to start writing for myself again; that's really special (and she's also my first follower). I've had serious trouble making friends for the past few years, but Catie's been nothing but kind to me.

That being said, I'm going to be starting something else first before beginning the second chapter of this. I need to shake off these nerves, but I did have a lot of fun :)).

#jungkook #bts #kpop #fanfic #jungkook smut #smut #fluff #crack fic #crack #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years ago

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Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 10

Cult girl and Hannibal hit a bump in the road with the adoptive couple.

@wisesandwichshark

Trigger warnings: pregnancy and childbirth, misogynistic language

“A girl!” Archie exclaimed, trying to smother his smile with his hand and failing. He squeezed Max’s hand so hard, you could hear his knuckles cracking. “Max, we’re going to have a daughter.”

"Don't get excited yet, babe." Max said, clenching his fist trying to heed his own advice. "We still have another trimester and a half. A lot of things could go wrong."

"Ah, so you're a pessimistic pragmatist!" Hannibal said, bringing in a few wine glasses and a bottle. "A common symptom of general anxiety."

"Can you at least try to not psychoanalyze our guests within the first ten minutes?" You laughed.

"I could, but it would make for a dreadfully boring evening." Hannibal said with a smirk. He effortlessly popped the cork out of the bottle. "Champagne, gentlemen?"

"Please and thank you." Max said, reaching for a glass.

Archie playfully swatted his husband's arm, maybe a little too forcefully. Max retracted. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"I'd say it's pretty rude to drink when the lady of the house can't." He folded his arms and looked back at Hannibal. "No thanks, Dr. Lecter."

Hannibal smiled and began to pour. "I admire your dedication to politeness, Mr. Thomas-Park, but I insist."

Max accepted the champagne. "See, he insists."

"Oh, come on." Archie gestured to you. "Don't be a shit. She's not drinking so I'm not drinking either."

"We aren't?" Max raised his eyebrows and smirked. "My dearest, yesterday you drank your weight in rumchata rootbeer floats to see if the caffeine and alcohol would balance each other out."

"Well, did it?" You asked.

Archie's face grew hot. "...no."

"I'll have to try it myself, once I get this parasite out of me." You said, sipping on your water and feeling, admittedly, a bit contemptuous that everyone else could drink.

"And does the parasite have a name?" Hannibal asked. "Have you considered it?"

Archie and Max exchanged glances. "We were thinking... Theresa Anne."

You choked on your water. The couple looked at you in surprise. You coughed, trying to find a way to make your objections known in the nicest way possible.

You pursed your lips. "Can you maybe pick a different name?"

"Well, it's not set in stone, of course." Max pushed his glasses up his nose. "Why?"

"Theresa and Anna..." You placed your water glass on the table. "Those are my cousins' names. They made my life absolutely miserable."

Archie's eyes widened. "Oh man, I'm sorry. If we had known-"

You shook your head. "There was no way you could have known-"

"Could you possibly, maybe think about it a different way?" Max piped up, his voice noticeably harder. "Like, we're naming our daughter after Mother Theresa?"

"Excuse me?" You raised an eyebrow.

"You're excused." Max countered.

Archie put his hand on his husband's shoulder. "Max, don't-"

"--I just don't believe you should get final say in what we name our daughter."

You took a step back. "You can believe whatever you want, but you're not the one growing a human from scratch, are you?"

"Max, it's fine." Archie cut in. "We can pick another name."

"With the amount of money we're paying you, I should hope I get to at least name my child what I want."

Hannibal was noticeably not holding you back. You briefly looked over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of him just standing aside, watching you. Observing you.

"I don't think you get it." You clenched your teeth. "I am not being torn apart and rearranged inside to make a new woman for some pompous finance bro to name her after the person who tortured me all my life."

Max crossed his arms. "And I'm not paying a sugar baby for her opinion on what I get to name my daughter."

"Max!" Archie scolded.

You shoved past him and headed for the kitchen. Suspended by a magnet on the fridge was a check for fifty thousand dollars. You snatched it down and brought it back to the dining room.

"You absolutely are not." You said, ripping up the check in front of him.

Archie winced in anguish as he watched the little pieces of paper flutter to the ground.

"Thank you for inviting us." Max said, through gritted teeth. "But we have to go."

"Yes. Yes you do." You said, trying your best to imitate Hannibal's face-melting glare.

You watched the two of them leave. Hannibal began to follow, but you grabbed his arm and kept him at your side. You wanted to let these ones leave.

"Shame." Hannibal said. "I quite enjoyed their company."

The next while was spent in mutually uncomfortable silence you hesitated to break. Hannibal did it himself.

"Would it be racially insensitive to turn Max into a Korean stone bowl dish?" Hannibal, whom you'd just noticed was flipping through a cookbook, posed.

You turned the sink off and placed the freshly-cleaned wine glass on the drying rack. "I don't want to eat Max."

"That's quite unlike you, darling." He said with surprise. "You usually love eating chauvanist pricks like him."

You groaned to convey that at least on some level, you agreed. "Yeah, but death is the easy way out. This way he has to live with the shitty thing he did."

"That's an excuse." Hannibal said, seeing right through you. "You just don't want to do that to Archie. You liked him a lot, didn't you?"

"You didn't?" You objected. "Don't pretend you didn't."

"I'm not pretending, darling." He assured you. "But Archie was a lot like you in the same way Max was like me."

You stayed quiet, too proud to admit he was right.

"We selected an adoptive couple in our own image."

You folded your arms. "That we did."

"Perhaps it's time we consider that we will never find an adoptive family that meets our standards." He posed. "That the only couple suited to raise this child is... you and I."

"Or we lower our standards." You said, only half-jokingly.

"Oh, [F/N]." Hannibal chuckled. "You know that's not an option. For either of us."

#hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #hannibal x reader #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter x reader #cult girl #cult girl 2 #more cult girl #cult girl doctorate #tw pregnancy #tw fighting

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wooahaeruby · 6 months ago

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Chapter 26: Diamond In The Rough

Chapter Word Count: 4,022

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language.

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Getting Hyeji to distract Ruby for a day was easy. Saying that it was a free day and Hyeji insisting that Ruby take the time to get out of the house and have some fun was even easier with their current loneliness. She and a few of the other staff members formed a little group and the handful of them were taking Ruby to Lotte World Amusement Park then would be dragging them out for dinner and a movie.

That left the perfect time for security, managers, and the members to sneak into the jewelry store.

“ Hello!” An older woman, dressed in a crisp, black pinstriped suit, with her salt and pepper hair pulled up into a french twist, greeted everyone with a bow. “ The managers informed me of an important guest coming to our store and I couldn’t help myself to come and assist. My name is Nam Myung, I am the current owner of this jewelry store chain. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Woozi-ssi, and the rest of Seventeen.”

Jihoon gave the women a bow in greeting, pulling his mask down when he stood straight. “ I’m sorry for halting business at this time, Nam-ssi.”

“Oh, nonsense,” She smiled, warm and inviting, it reminded him of Chan's grandmother and Soonyoung’s mother. “ We’ve had celebrities come in and close the shop for a mere personal shopping spree. May I ask what you need today?”

“ An engagement ring for my soulmate.”

She clapped her hands together, already moving behind one of the counters and he followed to stand on the opposite side of it, along with every single member of Seventeen. Joshua was holding up his phone at this point, a call with Ruby’s grandparents already being put through, and Seungcheol was holding Jihoon’s phone, calling Jamie and Kazuki. Quiet greetings were exchanged through the phones before said phones were pushed into Jihoon’s face for his own greetings.

“ We have many people to get approval from today?” Myung snickered, pulling out a few trays of rings of varying metals, styles, and gemstone types.

Jihoon’s shoulders dropped, giving a small nod. “ Their grandparents, two of their friends, me, and all the guys. None of them would let me go alone.”

“Ah~ That is just how family is.” She waved to the phones being held up before pulling a pair of thin framed glasses from her jacket pocket. “ We have a lot of ring styles and settings to choose from, if something needs to be ordered, a rush can be placed, however it will cost extra. When is the estimated proposal date?”

He cringed, drumming his nails against the glass counter. “ Four weeks? Give or take?”

“I’ve worked with less.” She winked, motioning towards the trays. “ Do you have any ideas of what your significant other likes?”

“Nothing gold!” Mingyu pushed through the small crowd, letting his eyes roam over the selections before Jihoon. “ They don’t like gold.”

Myung gave a small huff of a laugh through her nose, “ So something with a silver look, we have rhodium plated white gold that looks silver, sterling silver, and palladium. On the cheaper end, we also have platinum.”

“They don't really like anything gold.” Jihoon added, “ Leaning more towards sterling silver or platinum, but sterling might be the best idea.”

“ Oh there are so many options.” Hearing Mimi’s voice quietly through everyone behind him. “ Much more than when I was getting married.”

“ I think we are going to be here a while.” Joshua snickered, standing off to the side but close enough for everything to be seen.

Jihoon took his bag off his shoulders and got his iPad out, easily pulling up different notes and pictures. “We all kinda compiled a list of everything we know they like and don’t like.”

“Smart man. Having plenty of assistance with that must have been helpful.” She placed trays with anything gold back in the display counter, keeping the many rows of silver before Jihoon. She held out his hands to take the iPad which he handed over willingly, watching her easily scroll through.

“ Bring me closer-” Jamie’s voice was right by his ear before Seungcheol hip checked Mingyu aside and showed him the different rings. “ Wah, there are so many to pick from, how the hell-”

“ Jamie, hush.” Kazuki scolded and while he did stay quiet, a quick look at the screen showed him pouting.

“ Alright, nothing square for the cut, a preference for little to no diamonds, something simple. Gemstones too..” She placed the device down and ran her nails over some of the ring settings. “ Leaves us with heart, oval, circle, or pear. This is going to sound out of place, but may I see a picture of your partner?”

“Picture- yeah.”

Jihoon reached over and pulled up a picture from his iCloud gallery. It didn’t take long for him to find a picture of the two of them together, a sneaky mirror selfie they took when they had dragged him out to Ikea for smaller things they definitely didn’t need but Ruby insisted on getting. It was in one of those stupid bedroom set ups with way too many colors and weird decorations that Ruby joked they should buy. He only needed to stroll for a few moments to find a proper picture of them sitting on his studio couch, holding up a peace sign and giving a wide, closed mouth smile.

“ Sometimes it helps to see the person to better give perspective and guide you towards the right pieces.” Myung roamed her eyes over Ruby, humming to herself. “ What is their name?”

“Y/N.”

“Everyone calls them Ruby-ah!” Seokmin bounced in.

“ Ruby-ah?”

“Their grandmother called them that. Their birthstone is a Ruby. Red roses were some of their favorite flowers.” Jihoon motioned to Joshua’s phone to Mimi and Papa waving through the screen.

That had Myung searching for a specific ring, “I’ve been wanting to sell one of these since we got the design in and I think everyone here will absolutely love it.” It didn’t take long for her to lift the ring from its tray slot, the silver color glimmering under the white lights of the store. “ We can get it in a different stone setting and place a gemstone in it instead of a center diamond.”

One of the other women behind the counter placed a velvet tray on the counter where Myung set down the ring, motioning for him to pick it up and take a look at it. Each of the members behind him were either on their tiptoes or leaning over to better see the piece she had picked out. There were some murmurs over the phones with questions, but he mainly ignored them in place of picking up the ring hesitantly.

It was light despite the circle cut diamond in its center place and the three diamonds on each side. The metal of the ring itself was one solid piece which split into two, holding two of the three smaller diamonds before entwining back to house the third small gem. The first two clear gems were marquise shaped, reminding him of leaves on a flower’s stem while the third was round cut, topping the jewelry made ‘flower’. It was unique for sure, nothing he had seen online came close to such a design, but truly none of them were thinking outside of the box.

Truly, this ring was nearly perfect, it was almost dainty, but the diamond that was staring back at him wasn’t right. It was definitely pretty, but…it wasn’t them. It wasn’t Ruby.

“ What do you think?”

“The setting is nice, it does remind me of a rose or just a flower in general.” Others were pushing to see it, with Joshua and Seungcheol holding the phones close for the ones on call to know what was being discussed.

“ But it isn’t what you are fully looking for?” He shook his head at the question. “ I have an idea.”

Myung motioned for the same woman who gave the velvet tray to step forward, whispering something to her. Said woman hurried off but Myung refocused on him and everyone else who was looking at the sample ring.

“ It just seems a little plain.” Minghao said, peering over the piece while Seungkwan and Seokmin examined it. “ Maybe just the center needs to be changed. The circle cut is nice but it doesn’t have any…flare to it.”

“It needs to be more flashy but not if that makes sense.” Seungkwan added before it was passed to Soonyoung and Jun, both quietly looking over before it was once more passed along.

When the tray made its way back towards the counter, Myung pushed her glasses up, glancing at Minghao and Seungkwan. “ I’ll have to agree with the two of you there. I have an idea for a simple change that won’t take too long to get finished. It would work perfectly for something stackable based on the ideas you had placed down.”

It wasn’t long before the other worker came back with a metal case and a pair of long tweezers, placing them both before Myung. She was quick to take hold of the metal tool and open the case. The hinged top didn’t allow him to really see what she was looking at but he waited patiently.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself sink into the bond, taking in a breath as he poked through to what Ruby was feeling, having been focused on keeping himself level headed. The group had left with them late morning and they wouldn’t be home until later in the evening and from what he could tell, they were having fun. Excitement and amusement were prominent, he couldn’t wait to sit in bed later and hear them ramble about the adventures they were taken on throughout the day. Part of him hoped Ruby took pictures to get printed and add them to the photo books as fond memories.

“ Ah, there it is. These old eyes aren’t as bright as they once were.” Snapping his eyes open, Myung had picked up the tray with the ring and held a shining red gemstone over it to better show him. “ Just like their nickname and birthstone, I thought that sticking with the ‘theme’ was perfectly appropriate. It’s a pear cut with a clear clarity. Gorgeous color but not too bright. It would stand out well with the silver and diamonds surrounding it.”

Lifting the ring, she held the ruby over the center diamond, giving an approximate show of what a finished product could look like. Though it wasn’t exact with the makeshift showing, there was a silence that washed over everyone as they leaned in. All their eyes were wide, and it hit him that it was the one.

He felt his heart skip a beat before its speed picked up. There was a moment where a few things, such simple and trivia things, passed through his mind. Ruby, standing at the kitchen counter, baking those overly sweet brownies with the ring resting around their finger. Ruby drumming their fingers against the table, waiting for food on the stove to finish simmering and the light from the kitchen hitting the gemstone just right. Ruby sitting beside him on the couch, holding his hand while they watched movies, feeling the warmed metal against his own fingers.

“ Jihoonie?” Soonyoung’s voice from his left broke him from the small trace he placed himself.

“ I’ve seen that look a million times.” Myung placed the ruby back in the case and set the ring in the tray, grabbing a notepad to jot down some things. “ Many times, when someone comes in and they find the one they like, they imagine what it would be like for their partner to be wearing the piece they pick out. It’s a hit or a miss. If they imagine it and it doesn’t look good, they find another, but if they imagine it and love what their imagination brings forth? It’s the one.”

“Hyung, hyung, what do you think?” Chan’s curious voice asked beside Soonyoung, leaning over the counter with bright eyes and a wide smile.

“ I’d like to go with the ruby design. Please.”

Myung lifted her eyes to him, letting a gentle smile spread on her face and quickly jotted down a few more notes. “ I believe that can be arranged rather quickly.”

For the rest of the day, Jihoon felt light. With the secret meeting over and a quick lunch with the guys, Jihoon and the members split off, all heading home for the much needed rest day.

With everyone inevitably hearing the rather costly price of the ring (5,235,987 (4,100 USD) won which he expected, not including the slight rush order), it was a very hard pact that Ruby would never find out because they would actually commit a crime. Mingyu and Soonyoung were sworn to secrecy and their self appointed keepers would be keeping a watchful eye when they were around. A lot of things needed to happen in a few short weeks now so he hoped everything would work out how he wanted.

There was still time before Ruby would be back. It gave him plenty of time for the mindless tasks both of them had been putting off such as the laundry, reorganizing their room, and ordering groceries based on the list they compiled throughout the week. Since he had been busy the last few days and Ruby was either working or feeling too unmotivated, he used the airy headspace he had and the energy that spurred him to get things done. He wanted to at least try and pull his weight the best he could despite the time he isn’t home.

One look in the fridge also reminded him that he was lazy and wasn’t in the mood to cook so ordering take away for himself was his best bet once dinner time came. His phone was buzzing on the kitchen table behind him, having placed it down to clean off the counters. Glancing down at his watch, it was just Jamie and Kazuki messaging back and forth ideas for Jihoon to consider if he did manage to get the greenhouse garden for the proposal. Hyeji was still emailing their team, trying to figure out dates, time, maybe even a cost which was more than likely.

He had to sit down and book the flights for their grandparents, which he checked the time, knowing it was extremely early to reach out to Mimi and Papa, seeing as they stayed up late to join in the ring escapades. Jihoon sent a quick text, asking them to message back when they woke up, hoping Ruby still wouldn’t be home so everything could get done.

With Ruby’s (unneeded) insistence and the (unneeded) begging from Jamie and Kazuki, the two would be staying in the guest room (why they begged, he didn’t know, he already assumed that was the plan). They’d be coming a couple days before Caratland to spend time with Ruby while he was at practices, then stay for a week after for the proposal and overall spending time with their friend. Mimi and Papa would be in a hotel again, which they preferred, and most likely coming the day before Caratland and staying about the same time after as the other two. With the downtime after Caratland before practices for FML, it would work out just about perfectly from the mental timeline he had been scheming.

Should he have been more stressed? Definitely, he honestly should be worried if something doesn’t work out, but with the meetings, help from staff, and his own time placed into everything, there were backup plans in place. Jihoon was thankful for the support that everyone had been showing him, knowing how much this means, and him being the first of the group to meet their soulmate. He also had plenty of text messages from the other members’ parents with words of congratulations and excitement.

Ruby’s grandparents messaged when he was in the middle of eating his dinner and from Hyeji’s text, the group was still out and about after the movie, trying to find a place for dinner.

When the call connected on his phone, laptop pulled up in front of him, he gave a wave. “Sorry, in the middle of eating.”

“ Ah, no worries about that, we finished our breakfast a bit ago. You said you wanted to talk about dates?”

“Mhmm, just for the flights. Caratland will be the second weekend in March, tenth through the twelfth.” Jihoon pulled up some tabs of different flights. “Would the…landing here on the eighth in the later afternoon be okay? So Ruby doesn’t suspect-”

“ The eighth would be fine, dear!” Mimi hummed, looking at a small book in her lap from what he could see. “ And a return date?”

“Jamie and Kazuki leave the nineteenth, I think I have their flight information so we can have you on the same flight as them. Let me just-” Reaching for his phone, Jihoon quickly added Jamie to the call, waiting for the line to answer.

“ Hello?” The camera was facing a ceiling and the clacking of a keyboard was heard. “ I’m at work, what's up, Jihoon?”

“ Can- Hold on, Mimi.” He sighed, “ You both are still flying home the nineteenth? On the one o’clock flight?”

“Yeah, trying to get them on the same return flight?” Jihoon nodded and Jamie hummed. “ Hi Mimi.”

“Hi, sweetheart, how’s work?”

“It’s going, just counting down the days until we head for Korea.” Jamie lifted the phone and he propped it against something. “ Kazu is in a meeting right now and I’m about to jump into one, I forwarded the flight details to you, Jihoon-ah.”

“ Thanks. ” Jihoon pulled up the email once it showed up and clicked away. “Sorry, Mimi, English is hard.”

“ No worries~ I know you are doing your best and I appreciate it. I’m grateful for the opportunity you are giving us.”

“It’s no problem. Is Papa out?”

“ Oh yes, he went across town to help out at a friend’s hardware store. Later on I’m going to a cross stitch meeting with some friends. Ruby is still out with friends?”

“Yeah, they should be back within an hour or two. I wanted to book the flight before it became too late.” With him never booking a flight for himself, it left him a bit confused looking over some of the details, but with some patience he managed to get it figured out. “There are…two seats together three rows ahead of Jamie and Kazuki, middle and..aisle seats.”

“ Those would be perfectly fine.” Mimi hummed, smiling and writing something down in the small book. “ So the eighth through the nineteenth. And you are still waiting to hear back from the garden?”

Nodding, Jihoon finalized the flight plans with their passport information they gave a few days prior before forwarding the email to both Jamie and to Mimi. “Yeah. Soon we will have the date set.”

“ I’m sure you or Joshua will let us know in the conversation. Let us know if you need something from us for the proposal.”

“I will, I sent everything over to you.”

“ Enjoy the rest of your dinner, sweetie, have a good night.”

He smiled, a laugh puffing from his nose. “And good morning to you.”

“ And Jihoon? I think Ruby is going to love the ring. It is a beautiful choice.”

“When I can sneak away once you arrive, I’ll make sure to show it to you both. I’m picking it up in about a week.”

“Perfect.”

You never intended to be out so late, but dinner turned into sitting and talking, which turned into drinks, which turned into more talking and having fun. It was nearing midnight when you finally got dropped off at the apartment building. It was an outing that was definitely needed and definitely appreciated with how you have been feeling.

Jihoon hadn’t replied to your text message that you were on the way home and the lights in the apartment were off when you stepped through the door. You tried to be quiet but a few stumbles and the clattering of dropping your phone while trying to take off your shoes had your name being called out tiredly through the apartment.

“ Sorry-” You called back, shedding your jacket and shuffling your socked feet across the floor until you reached the bedroom.

Here, the lights were off but his laptop illuminated the room. Jihoon had pushed himself against the wall as he did every night, him saying the coolness of the wall and the warmth you brought was balanced enough. Never made much sense to you, but if he was comfortable, so be it.

He had his face hidden behind the blanket that he curled himself up in but you could see the dark, grown out, wavy locks that he had been getting annoyed with recently for getting in his face peeking out. The room was…much cleaner than when you left this afternoon, clothes no longer littering one of the room corners, the basket of laundry was put away as well.

With haste, you grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom, changing and getting your nighttime routine done so you didn’t feel like absolute shit in the morning. Once you returned, the laptop was closed but wasn’t moved from your side of the bed. The blanket that was once cocooning your soulmate was now opened and he was waiting for you with a lazily opened arm.

“ Hurry up, it’s cold.” His voice was groggy and quiet, but you listened, moving his laptop to the nightstand and scooting in, letting him drop the blanket and bundle you up to his chest.

The hand that wrapped around your waist was cold against the skin that got exposed by your shirt riding up and you shivered yet made no complaint. Unlike most days where he had you resting your head against his chest, he placed his against yours instead, settling in with a grumble. You tucked the blanket up over your shoulder, keeping in any body heat to keep Jihoon warm.

“ Sorry I woke you.” Reaching up, your carded your fingers through his hair, gently detangling any knots you found in the process.

“ ‘S okay…” He shifted and tangled your legs today, pressing himself close to you the best he could. “ Did you have fun?”

“I did, they said it was your idea because you’ve been busy.”

It took him a moment to reply, his breathing coming out slowly and steadily. “ Barely…”

You continued to card your fingers in his hair, feeling him lean into your touch. The longer you played with his hair, the more it became apparent he had fallen asleep. Now that your eyes adjusted to the light, he looked peaceful, the light crease he had between his eyebrows smoothed out and the tension he typically held in his jaw was relaxed.

Earlier in the day he went from feeling happy to feeling blissful but also enamored. You were curious as to why but let it be, simply happy that he felt so strongly and went on with the adventures the day brought with friends.

You weren’t one for amusement parks but Lotte World was always a place you wanted to visit and you didn’t want to pass up on the opportunity. It was fun, you got to be around people you considered basic friends and was able to capture some nice moments you wanted to add to the photo book when you got a chance.

With your eyes growing heavy, you peppered a few kisses into his hair, letting the steady rise and fall of his chest lull you to bed.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #seventeen jihoon #woozi x reader #svt woozi #soulmate au #seventeen soulmate au #seventeen fic #svt x reader

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gh0stfacesho3 · 4 years ago

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Transfer of Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Gender Non-Specific Reader

Word Count: +3.5k

Warning: Fluff, mild angst. Professor x Student (College Au, all characters are +18), language, mention of abuse, mention of alcohol.

Summary: As a Professor in the states, you were used to transfer students. You weren’t exactly ready for this new transfer student who is the son of the owner of Mike Sneakers (we don’t do free sponsors here )

You were especially used to transfer students because you had a doctorate in linguistics. Being this, you knew a plethora of languages, from English, Spanish, French, Mandarin, Korean, Japanese, Greek, Latin, and a few native languages. You were always fascinated by languages and how people came up with these mixes of characters and words to make beautiful phrases. Since you were a kid you started to learn other languages. You had a French neighbor in your old hometown which is where you picked it up at age 7. Then, when you were 10, your family took a trip to Mexico which is when you became interested by Spanish. You fully understood the language by age 11 due to your prior knowledge of French. Then this process just continued where you would just learn languages mainly for fun. This lead to you being a linguistics professor who also taught second languages and would take in quite a few transfer kids. This lead to the journey of Jeon Jungkook and it was definitely a wild one.

You walked into your office at about 9:00 and placed your laptop onto the desk. You straighten up your outfit before settling in and getting to work. As you looked through your emails, you noticed an email that was about another transfer student. You kind of glanced over it, but didn’t pay too much mind to it, assuming it was just another kid from out of country. As 10:00 started to roll around, your students walked in. Some smiled, others chugged some unhealthy energy drink, some even chatted with you before finding their seats. As everyone found their seats, you looked out to see a new student.

“You, new kid, come up front and do that cringe introduction.” You chuckle, emitting a chuckle from a few kids. He tilts his head in confusion, probably because he doesn’t speak English. Due to your gesture though, he assumes you want him to introduce himself.

“You don’t already know who I am?” He whispered loud enough for you to hear in his first language.

“Actually, no, I don’t.” You responded quickly as you clasped your hands before beckoning him to the front again. He was a little shocked that you spoke Korean so well, being he had no prior information on you. You were used to kids who thought they were all that but something about this kid who was ‘dressed to impress’ rubbed you the wrong way. He walks down to the front and rolls his eyes at you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook...23. Korean” He said in English the best he could. You smiled and introduced yourself.

“I’m Professor Y/L/N, find your seat now.” You responded before turning to the large chalk board and continuing your lesson. After the two hour lecture, you dismissed class. Jungkook was asleep in the back, which made you walk up to him and nudge him.

“Its lunch time, go eat.” You say as he wakes up. He shrugged off your hand before collecting his things.

“Filthy commoner.” He mumbled as he shoved past you. You would’ve been insulted if it were true, but it wasn’t. You collect your things and head out to your favorite cafe. Being it was a Tuesday, that class was the only one you had for the day so you treated yourself to some coffee. You notice a bit of commotion outside, but you try to ignore it and sneak inside.

“Y/N Y/L/N!! IS IT TRUE YOU’RE TEACHING JEON JUNGKOOK?!”

“Y/N?!?!”

“DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT JUNGKOOK?”

You were confused by all the bombarding questions so you ran into the café and shut the door along with someone else. You turned to see the brat himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“What mess have you fuckin brought me into?” You huffed as your back pressed against the door.

“I didn’t do anything! I just went for a walk and got lost!” He huffed back at you.

“Why are you so popular?” You asked as you held your hand on your forehead.

“Ugh, you’re a horrible teacher if you can’t read a simple email. I’m the son of the owner of Mike tennis shoe company.” He responded. You rolled your eyes as stood up and walked in line, happy to see police shows up to wrangle up paparazzi.

“What? Don’t care about my father’s company?” He mumbled. You go to order your drink and the barista looks confused. You realized you just ordered in Korean. You apologized before trying again. After you pay, Jungkook walks up and tried to get a drink.

“C-coffee?” He basically asked, leaving the barista to ask a series of question. Jungkook looks over to you for help, making you chuckle.

“Why should I help? You called me a shitty teacher.” You faked being offended which made Jungkook embarrassed.

“I’ll pay for you.” He said, making you more than willing to help him. Being you already bought your drink, he just handed you a 20 like it was nothing.

“That's way to much money Jungkook.” You said as you grabbed your coffee and went to hand him the money back.

“It’s nothing to me and my father always says to help the less fortunate.” He said before drinking his coffee, which intern made you laugh.

“You’re a brat but you’re a cool kid.” You say as you sit down and he follows. You quirk an eyebrow at him and he does the same back.

“Who said you could sit with me?” Making him tilt his head.

“Who said you got here first?” Jungkook barked back at you. You held your hands up in defense.

“You’re going to have to get used to me being I will probably be your living translator...also whos your host family?” You waited for his response as you took a sip of your coffee.

“I-...I’m not sure.”

“You didn’t check your email?” You teased like he did you which seemed to piss him off.

“I can’t fuckin read English!” Which made you shocked. How could a school send this kid an email in a language he doesn’t know. You hold your hand out for his phone which he reluctantly gives to you. You mumble out the email before getting to the important part.

“Your father has entrusted Professor Y/N with your care being they have the most experience with transfer students.” You were used to hosting kids but you thought someone of such class would be with, well you didn’t know, maybe someone the kid knew?

“With you?” He almost sounded disgusted. You were actually upset that you didn’t read that email but you had a rough weekend.

You sighed, “Look kid-”

“I’m not a kid!” He fussed. He was right. He said he was 23 and so were you. (Seems young for being a professor right, you’re just pretty smart and graduated early)

“Okay, sorry. But look, you either live with me for the what, 3 months you’re gonna be here? Or ask your daddy for money to live in a hotel for 3 months.” You teased, making him sigh.

“I’m not talking to him...that's why he sent me here.” Jungkook looked down at his now empty iced coffee.

You stood up and patted his shoulder. “Then suck it up buttercup. Lets go get your shit and move you in.”

“Want me to call an Uver?” The boy asked. (again, no free sponsors in this house).

“Nope. My car isn’t too far from here.” You smiled as you walked closer to the college campus. You turned before getting to campus and walked up to the car park.

He pointed to an abandoned car that has been there for years, “Is that yours?” he teased.

You smiled as you pulled out your key fob, clicking the unlock button to see a black lambo unlock. Jungkook stopped in his tracks and stared in awe.

“Come on pretty boy, not scared are you?” You smiled as you hopped in. He scurried into the car with a wide smile.

“Here I was thinking you were some poor teacher.”

“I’m a professor first of all, second” you start the engine with a loud purr, “I have my perks.” You smirked.

Its been about a month since Jungkook has been moved in. One day y’all were sitting at the table, awkwardly eating dinner like you guys did every night when he got a phone call. You have never seen him smile since the first time he got in the car and besides that, he’s been a pain in your ass more than anything. Good thing is, he’s actually learned quite a bit of English and can order his food in public.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him fussing.

“No Dad! Please you can’t make me stay here! I am studying and doing my work! This isn’t fair!” He argued, pacing back in forth before heading to his room which was a guest room. “YOU CAN’T JUST KEEP ME IN AMERICA BECAUSE YOU DON’T WANT TO TAKE CARE OF ME. MY PROFESSOR ISN’T MY BABY SITTER, THEY HAVE THEIR OWN LIFE WHICH IS BETTER WITHOUT ME!....you were only right about one thing dad... I’m a bother to everyone around me.” Jungkook finished before in went quiet. You didn’t know what to say. He knew he was being difficult because he wanted to be. He wants you to be upset and kick him out so he can go home. He wants to be out of you hair. You walked to his room and knocked, and saw something you never saw you see. Tears.

“W-what?!” He sniffled as he turned around and rubbed his eyes. You just walked up to him and turned him around, pulling him into a hug. He was reluctant at first before he finally gave in.

“You’re a brat yes, but you’re not a bother. And if you’d stop distancing yourself, we might be able to make this extended time more enjoyable.” Was the only thing you could say.

“I’m sorry I’m so mean to you...I just thought if maybe,”

“Maybe if I got annoyed enough I’d kick you out so you could go home?” He nodded to your question.

“Welp, I’m a tough cookie to crack.” You smiled as you pulled away.

“God we are the same age but you talk like a 80 year old.” He laughed as he wiped his face again.

The two of you then go and talk about him and his life back at home. He explains how his grades are slipping and that is why he is forced to stay here longer. How he doesn’t like going to college because it’s not what he wants to do in life. Jungkook explained that he wanted to be a singer and even showed you a few songs he has covered and composed. They were really good in actuality. You agreed with him if he can get English down pat and pick his grades up, you’d help him peruse his career.

It’s now been 3 months and Jungkook is basically speaking fluent English. He is also passing all your classes and is starting to open up to you a lot more. It was Spring break so you decided to go out with a few friends to get a drink. You invited Jungkook but he said he wanted to finish a paper he got an extension on so you just went out on your own. You and all your friends were dancing in the club and downing drinks like fish. You may have gotten a little too drunk being it was your first night out by yourself. Jungkook recently started to get more friends so you had some free time, but you haven’t gone out since he got here which is why you let yourself get as drunk as you did. It was towards the end of the night and the bouncer would not let you out with your keys due to how drunk you were.

“Move you b-big bo-ouf...” You stumbled as you tried to squeeze past him. He grabbed your arm and pushed you back. You huffed before pulling out your phone and smashing keys in and calling whoever popped up.

“Professor? Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, concerned as to why you called him after not responding to his text asking when you’d be home.

“I-im dr-drunk and this fuckin cunt won’t let me out.” You whined as you still tried to squeeze past him. “Don’t-...Don’t fuckin touch me.”

“Look, I’ll get an Uver and come pick you up.” Jungkook said as he got his things and hung up on you.

You looked at your silent phone with an angry expression,”...bitch”

Jungkook came walking in and saw you sitting on the floor poking the bouncers leg.

“Can you get this parasite off of me?” The large man asked looking down at me.

Jungkook stoops down and helps you up. You stumble toward him before you turned to look at the bouncer and stick your tongue out. You also flipped him off before Jungkook grabbed your hand and brought you to the Uver. You sat by the window and he did the same. You two finally got to your house and he helped bring you up. You tore your arm away from him as you stumbled up the stairs.

“I’m not a fuckin baby.” You grumbled as you immediately fell on the stairs. The male huffed as he helped you up.

“Get OFF of ME Jackson!” You pushed him away as tears filled your eyes. “I’m not your fuckin victim anymore!”

“Y/n?” Jungkook put his hands up and came to you slowly, “Its just me...Jungkook.” You finally started to calm down as you slowly tried to climb the stairs to your home. Jungkook helped you up and brought you to the couch. Jungkook grabbed a wet cloth and wiped the palms of your hand that were scrapped up. He then wiped your eyes and petted your head.

After Jungkook helped you that night, there was this awkward air again. He felt like walking on eggshells around you. Who was Jackson and why did you say you weren’t his victim. Jungkook asked his classmates around campus and even a few teachers as best he could. He finally found a teacher who was willing to give him a small amount of information.

“Now, I’m not going to say a lot because it isn’t my story to tell, but Jackson is Y/n’s ex....and let’s say he won’t be getting boyfriend of the year award.” Dr. Nick explained. Jungkook had enough information to make a firm decision. He was going to show you what a man should treat others like. He wasn’t your boyfriend or even considered you that much of a friend, but he felt guilty for living with you almost rent free (even though the school payed for his stay).

Jungkook went to the store after he was done with classes and picked up a lot of food to make you dinner as payment for all the times you made him dinner. He bought you your favorite candy, or so he assumed because he’d always find the wrappers in the trash. He even bought you a gift card to the coffee shop you love and headed home. Being it was a Friday, he knew you would be home a little later. The more Jungkook thought about it, the more he realized he knew a lot more about you than he thought. Jungkook started to think about all the little things you did for him. How certain foods would pop up more after he mentioned them. How you would cook different meals just for his liking and make sure he had a decent environment to study in. How you would stay up late and call of work a few times just to help him study. Jungkook smiled as he started to mentally prepare himself for cooking. He also hoped he wouldn’t burn your house down because he had very little cooking experience.

Jungkook starts cooking a dish he often enjoyed back at home: Spicy Ramen with rice cakes and kimbap. The button down shirt he wore to school was now slightly disheveled and stained. He rolled his sleeve up as he looked at the time-- 5 more minutes. Or so he thought when he heard your keys jingle at the door. He mildly panicked before setting up the food at the table and cleaning up quickly. He ran to the door as you finally started to open it and he stopped you.

“Huh?” You asked looking at his slightly sweaty face. “Jungkook if you’re having sex-”

“AH No no no!! But I have to ask for you to stand out here for 5 more minutes...trust me.” You don’t know why but you did trust him, and so you stood there for 5 whole minutes. You thought about all the possibilities you could walk into: A girl or a guy running out half naked, your house destroyed, drugs...etc. Jungkook came back looking a lot more put together and opened the door. You were hit with a mix of smells and were shocked.

“J-jungkook, did you ? You didn’t- no you can’t cook can you?” You asked as you walked in and admired the kitchen.

“I noticed you’ve been working more and I felt bad for staying here, even longer than expected... So I wanted to show you that I can be a proper man and treat another human being with respect.”

“I don’t care the reason as long as it taste good...and it looks amazing Jeon.” You quickly wash your hands and sit down ready to eat. Jungkook sat closer to you which you didn’t think much about being the ramen was in a big shared pot. You start digging in but you try to avoid the kimbap. You didn’t know if it had seafood and you didn’t want to take a chance. Jungkook picked up a piece and brought it up to your mouth.

“Made without seafood.” He smiled before you opened your mouth and took a bite. You smiled as you continued to eat. Jungkook ate as well before making the perfect bite. You even noticed it and tried to follow what he did, but before you could, he offered it to you. You were about to take in the food before you paused.

“Where is all this coming from?” You asked before taking the bite You smiled and almost forgot you asked a question until he cleared his throat.

“Well, like I said I felt bad for staying here and being a brat...I also wanted to give you a taste of my culture since you’ve welcomed me into yours.” He explained with a small blush and a smile.

“Yeah I get that, but what's with that stuff?” You asked pointing to the flower bouquet lined with your favorite candies and snacks.

“Oh...well the same reason.” He smiled. You were suspicious but you decided to finish eating. You heart was really warmed but he wasn’t that much of a brat. Yeah it was inconvenient on occasion, but he’s helped you a lot. He helps with chores and keeps his area clean, he is good company since you’re always alone, and well...he’s a pretty boy to keep around. Not to mention he saved you from that club when you were piss ass drunk. The two of y’all were cleaning up and things were going good...until Jungkook said the forbidden name.

“Y/n...who is Jackson?” You almost drop the plate you were cleaning.

“I fuckin knew you were up to something...Did you go through my room?! My fucking personal life?!” You started to fuss but by the look on his face, he didn’t.

“When you were drunk, you called me Jackson and said ‘I’m not your victim anymore’...” He paused, looking down before looking back at you, “he hurt you didn’t he?”

You stared at the wall, looking for the right words to say. “Yeah...he did. And I’m sorry I did that that night...but I’m not a baby. I don’t need your sympathy or your fuckin pandering.” You huffed as you started to leave the kitchen but he grabbed your wrist.

“I’m not doing this to make up for him,...Nothing I can do can heal those scars. But I’m doing it to make up for me and my actions. And its my way of showing-....” Jungkook trailed off.

“Showing what?” You said looking down at his hand holding your wrist.

“It’s how I show affection to people I care about.” Jungkook said the words without really thinking. You were taken aback and pulled away from him.

“Jungkook...I-” You started before he cut you off.

“I know what you’re going to say. I’m not the first kid to say this am I? And you tell them all the same thing. ‘We can’t be together because I risk losing my job’ and all that...I know.” He said looking down at his feet. You were shocked he even had feelings for you. He was completely wrong because since Jackson, you kept these walls up and didn’t let anyone like you. You normally noticed when people would catch feelings and immediately turn them away...but this was different. You hadn’t realized he liked you because you were to busy pushing yourself away from him. You noticed you liked his presence more which is why you stayed later at work, to push yourself away.

“Jungkook, that’s not it. I actually really care about you too. But there is the case with work that I don’t know if I can get passed...but I do appreciate this. And I appreciate you so much, but after Jackson...” You trailed off.

“You don’t know if you’re ready and I understand that...but out of all the people I’ve met, your the one person I wouldn’t mind waiting for.” Jungkook admitted. He didn’t realize how strong he felt about you until he was in this moment. You also didn’t realize how strong you felt until you realized you moved closer to him. You always had your guard up around people, but you realized you were more venerable with Jungkook than with anyone else. You peered up at him to see his eyes were red from holding back his tears.

You chuckled softly, “You’re such a baby.” You teased making him laugh before nudging you.

“Yeah well this baby just cooked your dinner so whose baby now?” He retorted.

“There’s that smile...”You mumbled, smiling as you two just stood there looking at each other. Jungkook’s eyes darted down to your lips before saying fuck it. He leaned in and held your cheeks in his hand. You felt this weird tension finally dissipate. You leaned in closer and placed your hands on top of his.

“If you think about it, I graduate this year in a few months...so if we wait it out, you won’t have to worry about your job.” Jungkook reasoned as he pulled away.

“That is true...even if you weren’t, I can always find another job.” You smiled, kissing him again.

A/n: Sorry if this is a little rough, but I have been on a hiatus for about a year now. Writing is something I love doing but I’ve been so busy with school and have had so little motivation. I really wrote this whole thing within 2 days and I’m proud of myself. If you really liked it, hit that like and share button! If this gets enough love, I might open request again.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 years ago

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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: [Volume 3, Chp. 5]

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"Smells good and feels nice Warm to touch and mostly good to mention Like sunny days it's warm and light Now it's time to release the tension…"

Omar – "Best By Far"

"Salud!"

Erik clinked his wineglass with the Korean woman next to him then glanced down at the delicious meal that sat before him. The beef bourguignon had diced carrots, pearl onions, mushrooms, and bacon. It sat on a sliced toasted and buttered baguette right next to roasted red potatoes and sauteed broccolini dusted with red pepper flakes and a grated French Gruyère cheese topping. He sliced into the tender beef and took his first bite. He immediately tasted the thyme, bay leaves, sage, and sea salt. His mouth watered and he closed his eyes while chewing. The savory flavors made him think of the meals his father prepared with his mother. Food was family to him, and exquisite meals humbled him. What could Disa not do?

Erik sipped the glass of water next to his plate to cleanse his pallet before he tucked into the broccolini and potatoes. Around him, he heard the loud clanks of silverware going to work and the moans of satisfied dinner guests.

"Exceptional dinner tonight, a toast to Disa!"

Hollis held up his wineglass and all the others followed suit. There were twelve people around the enormous mahogany dining table. Disa sat in the middle of the table with Hollis on the end seat and Yamilet on the other end. There was so much food and wine and the guests took their time with the meal with great conversation. Erik felt uncomfortable being seated next to Alexis. Her man flanked her other side, and she kept bumping her warm thigh against Erik's.

The rapid-fire conversations made Erik feel in his element. He stayed quiet as he felt people out around the table. Disa drew him out when she asked him about the transition to MIT from the Naval Academy, and the others listened respectfully as he gave a short comparison. She brought up his studies with bioacoustics and the others chatted him up before they moved on to other topics with Disa's lead. She picked up on his discomfort at being the center of attention a little longer than he wanted and she saved him.

He ate, drank, listened, and kept his eye on Disa when she commanded the table. Yamilet went to the kitchen and brought back another bottle of wine, and the table grew loose with laughter and loud talking. The woman next to him asked him for a platter of toasted bread and thanked him in Korean. He responded back in Korean and that started an easy conversation.

"You speak, Korean?" Alexis asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"That's like, three—"

"I speak five languages," he said scooping more stew onto his plate.

"Five?" Disa asked.

His eyes went to hers.

"English, Spanish, Korean, French, Portuguese," he said.

Disa's lips quirked.

"A polyglot. I should teach you Arabic," she said.

Erik didn't respond because he felt the heated glare from Hollis. The conversation came back on him on how he learned so many languages fluently. He mentioned his mother, Aunts, and his Korean childhood friend Walter. He left out his Wakandan heritage. He could still speak his father's mother tongue, but without his Baba around, he lost a lot of words as time went on. There weren't very many Wakandan language books available in print or online.

"Everyone ready for dessert?" Disa asked.

Nods went all about and Disa stood with Yamilet. Erik jumped up and followed them.

"We got this, Erik," Disa said.

"I want to help. I was the extra unplanned guest. I should at least assist a little bit."

She handed him a tray of apple crumbles. Yamilet carried another tray and Disa picked up a silver sauce boat filled with warm caramel sauce.

The guests clapped hands and oohed and ahhed when they saw the sweet treat and Erik walked around the table until all of his dessert bowls were taken. He followed Yamilet back into the kitchen to return the trays and washed his hands at the sink. He gave a hearty exhale that he had gotten through the meal without incident. Alexis's boyfriend was not a talker and spent most of his time stuffing his face and keeping a low profile.

Erik returned to his seat and ate his treat without joining any more talks. When people were almost done, Disa left the room. They all heard music being switched in the living room from soft jazz to more upbeat instrumentals. She returned with a beaming smile.

"Espresso and whiskey in the living room. Give me a moment to hook up the hookahs and we can all migrate," she said.

Erik followed the routine of the others as they cleared their own plates and returned things to the kitchen where Hollis and Yamilet stacked dishes in a dishwasher and the sink. Folks cut up once they began smoking from three hookah pipes and vibing to the music. Those who wanted espresso and a hard liquor helped themselves in the kitchen and the real conversations began to take place. The room grew smokey, loud, and fun. Erik stuck close to a bookshelf and watched others as he cradled an espresso. Alexis bounced up in his face. The liquor had her tilted.

"Small world," she said touching on his arm.

"Yo, Alexis, just chill, a'ight. Your man is right over there."

"It's cool. We're cool."

"I don't like being in situations like this, so let's just stay away from each other," he said walking away from her.

The last thing he needed was a scene in Disa's house. He saw Yamilet grab onto Disa's arm and another woman's and the three of them slipped out of the living room. They giggled, and it made Erik curious. He followed them into a hallway that led to a master bedroom.

Disa and the women sat on a gigantic bed. She lit up a joint and puffed on it before passing it to her friends. She tossed back her hair and noticed Erik in the doorway.

"I was looking for the bathroom," he said.

"Oh, it's the next room over… you smoke?" she asked handing the joint to him when it came back to her.

He stepped into the room and took the weed from her fingers and toked. He blew the smoke out and her eyes looked tight to him. She was faded from the wine. The weed just hemmed her up.

"You are one entertaining young man," her white female friend said eying him up and down.

Svetlana was a tall, lithe Ukrainian woman with a strong accent.

"Yeah," he said pulling in the strong smoke into his lungs and letting the weed twist him up.

Disa tapped the space next to her and Erik sat down. She smelled like sandalwood and cloves. Her fingernails were polished in rose gold color and her off-shoulder top revealed moisturized skin that needed his lips on them. She was barefoot now and her toenails matched her fingernail polish. All she had to do was ask and he would rub her feet or suck her toes. He was so gone over her that it was hard to look her in her face. Could she tell that he was smitten? Nah, more than smitten.

When Erik was a boy, he sat at a dinner table with his parents and asked his Baba how he knew that his mother was the one. His father made his mother cry. The words stuck with Erik. Baba's dark perfect skin flared nose, and supple lips gazed at his mother with such a piercing stare.

"She was fierce, JaJa. So fierce. When I looked at her, I couldn't see anyone else. That's the honest truth, Son. It wasn't just the way your mother looked. It was how she made me feel. Strong. Powerful. Happy. Special. Curious and open to new ideas...just so many things that made me feel alive and whole. No other woman has ever made me feel like that. When she was away from me, I was miserable...I didn't feel like myself without her. When she was by my side, I knew I could conquer the world. That's how I knew she was the one for me. That's how I knew. And I love her more every day each time I look at you, JaJa. I hope you can be so lucky one day."

N'Jobu's voice echoed into the void and Erik closed his eyes and inhaled the weed smoke. His body grew relaxed and his mind floated. When he opened his eyes and looked at Disa, he recognized his Baba's truth. Erik knew. Disa was the one. He knew her mind for over nine months listening to her talk on the radio. Her physical appearance was a gift, but her mind was where it was at. She made him feel…open. To ideas. To people. To his studies.

"Erik?"

Disa handed him the last of the weed. He polished it off, and she took it from his fingers to throw it away.

Yamilet and Svetlana left the room to get more wine, and Erik stayed on the bed.

They were alone.

"I'm glad you stayed," she said.

"Food was bomb as fuck. Conversation good too."

"Told you. You are cordially invited to the next one. I'm thinking of making a rack of lamb."

"I'll be here."

She raised her hand and rubbed his arm.

"You are a gifted young man. Use what you can while you're at MIT."

Her hand stayed on him, and her eyes were shiny and beautiful. Erik leaned in and kissed her. She drew back sharply and held her hand up.

"Hold on now, I'm not part of that equation," she giggled.

Erik couldn't get a fix on her signals. The weed and wine probably had her mixed up like him.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's all good, Erik."

She touched her bottom lip with a polished fingernail, then glanced at his lips.

"Soft," she whispered tracing a finger over his mouth.

Disa pressed her lips over his and he felt his scalp tingle. He reached for her waist and pulled her against him, her soft breasts feeling perfect against him. She moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue into hers. His hand snaked past her waist and squeezed her backside. Disa pulled his hand away.

"Okay, you got it out of your system," she said with a soft giggle.

"Wait… what?"

"C'mon, let's get back to the others before Hollis comes looking for me."

Disa stood and waited for him to leave with her. Erik stood, but he grabbed a hold of her hand.

"I'm not out of your league," he said.

"Erik, your crush is really sweet. I enjoy your company and would like for us to be friends."

"Just friends?"

"Friends… oh, don't pout."

She pinched his arm when he screwed his face up.

"You give a taste of heaven and deny me access? You a cold woman, Disa."

She chuckled.

"I'm high, and will probably forget I kissed you in a few hours."

"I won't forget."

She walked away and he trailed behind her back into the mix. No one even noticed their absence they were so caught up in a topic. Alexis's mouth was twisted up, and it matched the grim visage of her boyfriend who was listening to Yamilet hold the floor.

"… we all know it's true. Even Disa will tell you," Yamilet said waving for Disa to sit next to her on a loveseat.

Some guests sipped liquor and only three of them smoked the hookah, their eyes glazed over and mouths puckered around pipes. Hollis stood near a bookcase nursing some cognac next to an Arab engineer that had known Disa from their undergrad days. His name was Samir, and he once dated Disa before she ran off with Hollis. Samir nodded to Disa, and she grabbed a hookah pipe and partook. Yamilet waved her hand around.

"For years Black women have been brought up to adore Black men. We fight for their survival, march for them, speak their praises and all I'm saying is that it's not reciprocated. They run around talking about being Black Kangz, but they shit on us all the time. No other race of men do this to their women, and I'm done catering to losers—"

"Losers?" Kwame said with bass in his voice.

"Losers. Am I right Disa? Out of all the men in this country, Black men have had four hundred years to prove their worth, and all they do is simp. You build nothing, you support nothing but your own agenda, and you trash the very women who have been your doormats for too long. Divest ladies. They are not the prize."

Erik felt the blowback and the other Black men in the room grumbled and protested.

"Yeah whatever," Yamilet said dismissing every one of them.

"Then who is the prize?" Hollis asked.

"Black women," Disa said.

Alexis and the other Black women snapped their fingers. Disa removed the pipe from her lips and wiped a strand of hair from her face.

"The sooner Black women accept that they are the only prize in this world, the better off we'll be."

"Prizes my ass," Kwame said.

Alexis slapped his arm.

"Black women should be happy any man wants to be with them. All that foul attitude and neck rolling, acting all masculine—"

"Hold up, hold up… neck rolling and acting masculine?" Alexis said.

"See, neck already bobbing and weaving!" Kwame said making the other men laugh as he pointed to Alexis.

"Let's unpack that," Disa said leaning forward. There was a glint in her eye and her lips grew tight.

"Black women assert their humanity, their opinions, their intelligence, and it's viewed as masculine?"

"You're emotional too. Can't have a conversation without Black women getting loud—"

"Like you are right now? I'm talking calm and your voice has gone up three octaves since I challenged your words," Disa said.

Kwame rolled his eyes at her. Erik stepped closer to the man. He was ready to smack the taste out of Kwame's mouth.

"Black men do belittle their women every chance they get," Samir added.

"I don't believe Black men have a monopoly on being sexist," Hollis interjected.

"The rise of bashing culture online comes for Black women more," Svetlana said, "I can speak the same topics online with Black women, as I have done, and I get less attacked than my Black women friends. I'm a white woman telling you this. Sexism is terrible to all women, but it is ferocious for Disa, Yamilet, all the Black women in this room."

"Black men are punks," Disa said puffing and blowing a stream of smoke toward Kwame.

"You must be one of those 'Men are Trash', women," Kwame said.

"Men are the scum of the earth. I really don't like them at all. But alas, I suffer from an affliction called 'I like dick' so I have to pick and choose wisely."

Erik burst out laughing with a few others.

"Black men built the pyramids, raised kingdoms, ruled in Africa…"

"Here we go. I swear. Why do Black men always want to bring up being Kings? There ain't no royalty over here. We were regular folks who got stolen, traded, and exported. Some Kings more than likely sold their own people, so please don't cape for slave traders and race traitors. Royalty…," she snorted.

Erik grinned. If only she knew who she had in her house. A real-life African Prince. If only she knew he came from a people who turned their backs on the entire African continent.

"Black man, where is your army? Where are your institutions? Corporations? Industries? Where is your backbone? I gave up on Black men being anything other than conquered weaklings when that little boy got shot by cops and nothing happened. Black women rang the alarm—"

"As always," Alexis added.

"—and that cop is not in jail. And more hashtags cropped up. Again, where is your army Black Kangz? They slaughtered a child in the street and you did nothing. They shot a woman in her bed. You did nothing."

Where was their Black army? Erik thought. Posted up in luxury, high tech, and protection in Wakanda.

"We built our own universities, we started the Civil Rights Movement…," Kwame's voice was higher-pitched and angry-sounding.

"Why are you yelling?" Erik asked.

Kwame's chest puffed out. Disa blew out more smoke and glared at Kwame.

"Powerful men do not let their women and children march in the streets against white supremacy and the police. They take care of their women and children. Protect them at home while they go out and face the enemy. The people who built those universities long ago, who stood up for Civil Rights? Black men and Black women together. But guess what? They don't make those types of Black men anymore. The Black women are still here who do that type of fighting with little kids! Little kids fighting your grown man battles, but what do you Black men do today? Nothing. You act buck online hidden behind dusty avatars waiting to become the next hashtag because you're scared to fight. You have all the smoke for Black women every day of the week, will kill your own at the drop of a hat over some bullshit, but don't have any backbone for systemic racism and anti-Blackness? No energy for that? You don't deserve Black women. Any Black man still getting pussy from Black women should feel blessed and lucky. The world doesn't deserve Black women. At all."

Disa sat back and the air in the room was electric. Yamilet smirked and folded her arms, and the other Black women rested in their own secret thoughts.

"You hate us that much?" Hollis asked.

His eyes looked spooked. Clearly, he never knew this about Disa.

"I don't hate you, I'm just tired of you. All of you. I love us as a people, but I recognize who the weak link is."

"Damn," Samir said.

"That's harsh, Disa," Svetlana said.

"No, it's not, and it's not your business," Disa snapped.

Svetlana's husband jumped in.

"Hold up, it is her business. She's married to me and we'll have Black children one day."

"Oh please, Matthew, you've never dated a Black woman in your life and we know your self-hating ass don't want any of your children to look like you! Svetlana was your get out of Blackness pass," Yamilet barked.

"Time for a musical interlude," Hollis said trying to cut the tension by changing the music.

"What the hell, Yamilet?" Matthew said.

Svetlana stood up with her cheeks reddening.

"That's not true. Matthew is a proud Black man—"

"Who doesn't want Black children and spends more time traveling to Ukraine and embracing your culture while negating his own. Black kids? Where? Connected to Blackness in Donestk? Girl, stop. Please," Disa said.

"Matthew?" Svetlana said.

"Your husband has made numerous comments in your absence about hoping his kids have your hair and your color. He wants them to have your green eyes and features. Tell her Matthew," Yamilet pushed.

"I want healthy children with my wife. I don't care what they look like. Honey, what I meant was that if our kids looked like me, then they would have a harder life and I don't want them to suffer."

"Being Black is just suffering?" Erik asked.

All eyes turned to him.

"It's… difficult," Matthew said reaching for his wife's hand.

Svetlana looked shell-shocked.

"Then build a world where it won't be difficult. We're more than our pain, bruh, but sometimes a few of us have to die to make this country better. If not, we're just passive sheep waiting to go to the slaughterhouse. Just another hashtag on deck like Disa said," Erik pressed.

"They won't fight or build up anything, because they're scared—"

"That's not true, Disa. I'm doing what I can to make sure my children have all the advantages I didn't have," Matthew said.

"And skin color is one of those things," Erik said.

"He's right," Yamilet said.

"You should be the last to talk, Yamilet. You're light-skinned and benefit from it," Matthew said.

"Yeah, I'm light, with two Black on Black parents, but I have full African features and hair that can't go through a fine-toothed comb. Any privileges I have, I understand why, and I use them to benefit my people. You can see my Blackness the minute you see my face or hear me talk. But I would never see it as a blessing to get away from my tribe, man. That's all you."

"I love my wife," Matthew said.

"You love whiteness more," another Black woman said.

The room grew quiet. Disa played with her fingers and rested the hookah pipe on her lap.

"Matthew, we know you love Svetlana. You've just been conditioned to be anti-Black. We all were."

"Disa, come on now. You've dated non-Black men—"

"And you've never dated a Black woman ever. That's a problem for me."

"If that's the man's preference then leave him alone," Kwame said.

"That's not a preference," Disa said.

"You women are tripping up in here," Kwame said.

Alexis stepped away from him and Disa stood up.

"The fact that Erik, who isn't even a legal adult yet, can see what needs to be done, then I don't know what you grown negroes are going to do. You sacrifice nothing anymore. You gave up."

"Um, Disa..."

Karen, a cute TA in the Science department stared down at her cell phone. She looked up wide-eyed.

"Turn on your TV," Karen said.

Disa turned down the music and tapped the TV controller for the flat-screen embedded in the wall across from the couch.

"There!" Karen said.

On the screen, a female newscaster with a trepid face filled the room.

"… right now, the Pentagon has stated that the U.S. Navy is sending the battleship U.S.S. Steiner to the area. If you're just joining us, breaking news. They have reported that two coast guard ships were attacked off the coast of Florida. We're not sure if the vessel that attacked them is a submarine… hold on, we're getting some live footage from our affiliate station in Miami…"

"Wow!" Hollis blurted when they all saw the TV screen fill up with images of a submersible that skimmed just under the surface of the dark ocean with bright yellowish lights that glowed. A military helicopter hovered above it. The submersible breached the surface slick and curved like the back of an orca, but metallic and bigger.

"Holy shit," Hollis gasped.

Disa reached out and grabbed Erik's arm as a powerful bright green laser beam struck the helicopter. The entire aircraft glowed neon green for a second and exploded mid-air. The cameraman shooting the footage cursed on live TV and the picture grew jumpy before cutting back to the newscaster who now had a pallid face. Seconds later, the news studio image was replaced with an emergency broadcast static picture.

"Are we under fucking attack?" Yamilet yelped.

Disa flipped through more channels and more emergency broadcast pictures were up. Everyone went to their cell phones, except for Disa.

"That submarine, that wasn't… what was that?" she asked.

Erik escorted her to a loveseat, and he took the TV controls from her and flipped to more stations. He found a cable news network that discussed the attack and replayed the destroyed helicopter while warning viewers of disturbing images.

"Who could it be?" Svetlana asked, "the Russians?"

"The Saudis?" Kwame suggested.

"The machine looked weird. Like a… like a… whale," Hollis said.

Erik's professor moved in and sat next to Disa.

"It didn't take much for that thing to wipe out that helicopter. Will a destroyer be able to take it?" Yamilet asked.

Frightened eyes watched the TV.

Erik sat on a side chair next to Disa's loveseat. Flashes of his past rushed him and he latched on to a memory that had been one of the happiest times of his life although it was a dangerous time too. Police in Brazil tried to kill and jail his mother in Sao Paulo. But his Baba called on Wakandan rebels to fly a ship that rescued them from the top of an apartment building's roof during a daring escape in the middle of the night. A Wakandan battle cruiser that could turn invisible and take out an American city like it was nothing floated down from a midnight sky. His family spent a glorious week onboard hiding out over the Atlantic Ocean, and under it, when a similar threat came for them. The Atlanteans.

That was an Atlantean warcraft. Erik was sure of that.

He remembered the talk onboard the battle cruiser about the Atlanteans flexing against the Wakandans. He remembered the red alert and the escape from the battlecruiser in a smaller craft that his Baba piloted to get them back home. Now it seemed, the Atlanteans were ready to come for the Americans.

Erik's future was coming for him hard and on live television.

Disa reached for his hand and not Hollis's. He squeezed it tight.

"It'll be alright," he whispered to her.

She squeezed his hand back.

Chapter 6 HERE.

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