#zico angst

[jkbabiey]

Rock Bottom | PJM

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, angst, fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU

⇢ Synopsis: When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⇢ Song Rec: Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, Teach Me by Kyle Dion, Sorry by Heize, Home by Ailee and Yoon Mirae, Tide by Woodz, Pride and Prejudice by ZICO and Suran, Want You Back by 5SOS

⇢ Word Count: ~4.7K

⇢ Warnings: brat OC, anger issues in here, this is honestly a sad angsty au, workaholic Jimin, frustrated OC and frustrated Jimin, unprotected sex, Jimin doesn't care about sleep, OC may be lacking some self-respect but Jimin will fix that for her

⇢ Authors note: After a long time without writing, I'm back. I loved writing this. It was supposed to be a Jungkook one-shot like always, but then I realized that it fits Jimin's vibe so much better. So I decided to change it up :)) Really like how it turned out tho. Enjoy <3

You loved Jimin with all your heart.

You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else. Five years into your marriage and he still erupted the most euphoric butterflies in your stomach. A thousand of them. Everything from his voice, to the way he snored softly when he slept, to the way he looked at you... You loved him.

Your life with Jimin felt like a fairytale. Always had. You married in a botanic garden after 4 years of secret dating, with all his and your family and friends by your side. You bought a house together right after, figuring the one you had been living in until then wasn't big enough for a future family, and have been living in it together for four years now.

Tonight was the fourth anniversary of your marriage. Four years since Jimin officially became yours and you became his.

So you had asked your boss to leave work earlier today and rushed home, at 5 PM, to prepare Jimin's favorite dish. You also bought vanilla-scented candles and an extra pretty table towel on the way home. You texted Jimin a quick 'can u be home by 9?' and got a 'yup, I'll be there' back. You were sure Jimin didn't remember what today meant - but you didn't blame him and didn't even have the strength to get mad at him. He was a busy man and you knew his work required his full attention. Most of the time, you stood in second place in his priorities. And, surprisingly, after four years of dating him and another four of being married to him, you had gotten used to that.

You took a shower after the food was ready and the table set, at 7:55 PM, and put on the prettiest, sexiest lacy black lingerie you owned - the one you knew Jimin loved. You squeezed into the tightest black dress you saw after searching your walk-in closet, and the prettiest high heels. You let your hair natural and loose like you knew Jimin liked and did your make-up - red lips and a pointed eyeliner. You looked amazing.

All for Jimin.

At 9 PM you headed downstairs and sat down patiently at the dinner table, after lighting the candles. At 9:30 PM you texted Jimin a 'u coming?' and at 10 PM you still had no answer. At 11 PM, you looked out the window, searching for his black shiny car and at midnight you were blowing out the candles that were almost completely melted at this point. You headed upstairs, finally losing all hope that Jimin would still show up to have an anniversary dinner with you, his wife, because, after all, it wasn't your birthday anymore. You hadn't seen your husband at all throughout the whole day, since he had chosen to sleep in the dorms the prior night - always the busy man.

At 2 AM Jimin wasn't home yet and you weren't asleep, because you had started to worry. What if something had happened? Jimin would call if he noticed he wouldn't be able to make it home at 9, right? So at 2:20 AM, when Jimin got to his car to head home and turned on his phone, after turning it off to focus on his work, he noticed the 14 missed calls and 9 worried text messages. All from you.

At 2:35 AM you heard the bedroom door open and you sighted in relief watching Jimin coming through it, from your seating position in your bed, under the covers. You didn't say a word, noticing Jimin's late realization of the compromise he had missed - if you hadn't left the table set in the dining room, you're pretty sure he probably wouldn't be aware of it yet. You laid down, ripping your disappointed gaze from his, with your back against him.

"Baby..." you heard him mutter and closed your eyes "I'm sorry I forgot, I didn't know you had prepared dinner for us-"

"Don't talk Jimin," you interrupted, knowing there was no way that Jimin would be able to make you feel better or make himself feel better right that moment. Hot-headed Y/N wasn't cool to talk to. "Let me sleep."

Jimin didn't say a thing. You heard the ruffling of his clothes being thrown to the armchair inside your walk-in closet. His steps towards the bathroom sounded heavy and slow - tired.

You knew Jimin was tired. He had been having full days of practice, producing and recording, for the new album. You did understand how he could forget the dinner, but the fact that he did forget just reminded you how you'd never be at the top of his mind, like he was at the top of yours, all the time. And, no matter how you tried to push it to the side, it still hurt.

Jimin, on the other side of the door that separated you guys' bathroom and bedroom, couldn't feel worse for leaving you waiting after seeing the pretty dress you had worn for him thrown across the bathroom bench and your heels neatly placed on the tiled floor, next to the door. When he got back inside the bedroom, he heard the quiet sobs you were trying to hide from him, your shaking back facing his side of the bed, and your shiny hair laid out on the bed, on top of his pillow.

Jimin felt bad, but he couldn't understand why you'd be so upset over a missed dinner. He knew you had gotten dressed up and had cooked for him - but you could have dinner tomorrow or eat the food you had prepared and that he knew was delicious by lunch.

Your anniversary was the furthest thing from his mind.

"Y/N, can we talk?". When you didn't answer, he placed a gentle hand on your exposed shoulder, turning your body towards him. "I know you're not asleep, baby."

"Leave me alone," you cried, turning around abruptly to get rid of Jimin's hand, which was now rubbing your arm. Jimin's heart clenched when your eyes finally rested on his and he saw the pain behind your teary gaze.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, not bothering your aggressiveness and still resting his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. "We can have lunch tomorrow, or you can put on your dress and heels and I'll take you to an expensive restaurant," he laughed lightly watching you roll your eyes at him.

"I wanted to have dinner tonight, Jimin," you whined, trying to wipe your tears away. Jimin laid down next to you, evolving your waist in his strong arms and pulling your body closer to his, now face-to-face. He kissed the tip of your nose and your tear-stained cheeks, smiling at how adorable you looked to him with pouted lips and wet lashes.

"Why's that? Tomorrow the weather is gonna be better than tonight, tonight is cold. I can take you out tomorrow and you won't be cold in that dress," he joked while your lips parted in realization. He still hadn't remembered what today had been.

You knew Jimin had forgotten what day today was. But you thought that seeing the dinner laid out on the dinner table had reminded him that tonight was your fourth anniversary. He couldn't really think you'd prepare such a fancy dinner just for fun, right? "Are you kidding me?" you asked, your gaze regaining the anger it had lost shortly. The panic was back in your husband's eyes and he didn't know what was wrong now. "Do you even know what today is?"

"Wha-"

"Jimin, today was the 6th of April. Do you know what that means?" you asked and when Jimin's eyes wandered around the space behind you, looking for an answer, you grabbed his arm and lifted it off your waist, getting up from your bed.

Not only had Jimin forgotten your birthday, but he was also completely unaware of what the 6th of April was supposed to mean like it wasn't the day he had gotten married to you - what did that say about him? what did it say about what you meant to him? and above all that, what did it say about your relationship?

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sorry. I don-don't... I can't remember," he said, his tone getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed his temples, trying his best so that something would come to his mind. Nothing.

"Oh my god, Jimin," you laughed ironically, covering your face with both your hands, as tears started forming in your eyes once again. "You really don't know what happened on the 6th of April?"

Jimin didn't answer, looking at you with confused eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" you chortled, almost sounding mean to Jimin. "This is what always happens! You're always too busy. Too busy with work. Too busy to take care of yourself! Too busy to take care of me! Too busy to even think of me-"

"That's not true, I'm always thinking of you-"

"Oh! Is that why you missed our fucking fourth birthday dinner tonight?" you screamed, interrupting him and watching his eyes get wide and his lips part. "You are way too busy, Jimin. You don't have time for anything other than work," you whispered as he stood up from bed to stand closer to you.

"I'm s-so sorry," he whispered. "I totally forgot..."

"I know, that's the problem, Jimin! You are the love of my life and you are my priority, always."

"Y/N, please-"

"Let me talk." you raised your hand to stop him and he did just that, pressing his lips together in a straight line and resting both his hands on his hips. "What I'm saying is, I'm never gonna be your priority-"

"Y/N, you are my priority!" he couldn't help but burst that out, running a frustrated hand through his messy dark blonde hair. He sighed, looking at you as your disappointed eyes bored into his tired ones. "I work a lot. I'm rarely home. There are days we don't even see each other. But I work so that I can support a future with you. A future with kids. A future where I can keep buying your fancy dresses and taking you to expensive restaurants-"

"You could buy me the fanciest dress in the world and it wouldn't matter a thing if you still showed up at home at three in the fucking morning." you interrupted, your voice sounding even angrier than it was before. "Jimin, I couldn't care less about that shit. I didn't marry you for your money. I don't care about fancy dresses or expensive restaurants. I lived without those things before meeting you, and I can live without them now!" you exclaimed and Jimin lowered his head, looking at the floor. "I married you because I love you. You! Not your money!"

"I know that-"

"It doesn't seem like you do. When was the last time we had a meal together? When was the last time you took me out on a date? And I'm not asking you to take me to a fucking expensive restaurant, I'm asking for a stroll in the park! Or maybe a picnic! I'm just asking for you to take me to go eat fucking ice cream or some shit!" you paused, taking a deep breath as Jimin sat back in your shared bed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers. "When was the last time you touched me? We don't even have sex anymore, for God's sake!" Jimin poked the inside of his cheek at that and let out an entertained chuckle. "Really? Is that funny to you?" You asked, angry as ever, and Jimin looked up at you.

"Can you stop yelling?" he asked with the calmest voice you'd ever heard coming from him as he stood up once again to stand right in front of you, with his face inches away from yours. "Y/N, if what you wanted was sex, you could've just said that." he spat out, anger and annoyance filling his voice tone.

Instinct spoke louder than you as you raised a hand as if about to slap him, but Jimin was faster than you, grabbing your forearm to prevent you from doing something you surely would regret later. "Don't go there," he said sternly, with a grave deep voice.

You looked at him angrier than he had ever seen you, with a clenched jaw and fisted hands. You shook your arm, letting Jimin's hand fall, and ran your fingers through your wild hair. "Fuck you," you whispered before walking out of the bedroom. You walked towards the kitchen. Not even five minutes after you left the room, heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the walls. Until you felt his presence by the kitchen door even though you had your back to him.

“Do you think I stay at work this late because I want to? Don’t you think I’d much rather be home having dinner with you by 9?” he asked, his tone angry but still calm and collected. “It’s my work! I have no choice whether I want to do it or not-“

“Jimin, leaving work earlier one day wouldn’t be the end of your career, I’m telling you,” you mocked sarcastically and could feel Jimin rolling his eyes, even without facing him.

“I’m sorry I missed dinner, but it’s not like I was out partying with the boys. I was working. I’ve been working since 7 AM. I was supposed to go sleep in the dorms so I wouldn't have to wake up even earlier tomorrow, but I still came home, because you asked me to. The last thing I need is for you to spend the night mad at me” he sighed when you finally turned around, to show him that his speech hadn't had that much of an effect. You were still mad. Very mad.

“You came home because ‘I asked you',” you mimicked, “not because you wanted to see me after not seeing me for two whole days?”

“Oh my fucking god” Jimin growled and looked up at the ceiling before running both his hands through his hair.

“And so what? You’re tired! But am I supposed to just shut up and don't be mad when you forget our marriage's fourth anniversary? I'm sorry for expressing my feelings-"

"Can't we just have dinner tomorrow?" he interrupted. The annoyance back to his voice.

"Jimin, go to sleep." You finished, leaning against the balcony behind you and looking down at the floor.

"No! What the fuck do you want me to do now? I already said I'm sorry! What do you fucking want now?!" it was his turn to yell now. The anger of expecting to come home to a warm bed and coming home to an angry wife was finally getting to him. "I come home absolutely exhausted and you still manage to keep me up and yelling, like I had the easiest day of my life! Stop being so selfish, for fuck's sake!"

You looked up at that and felt your eyes tearing up once again. You stood up straight and walked past him, towards the bedroom. You grabbed your pillow and a warm blanket. "What are you doing, Y/N? Jimin asked, and you wouldn't deny the tiredness was already showing in his voice. "Go to sleep, I'll stay on the couch."

"Stop, Y/N, please," he muttered and you turned to face him.

"Jimin, I don't want you to do anything. I get it, you were working and you're sorry. I know you're sorry. But my point is, how many times are you gonna keep saying sorry? Because I don't know for how much longer I'll be okay with being left behind for your career."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't know whether I can stay in this marriage if I keep being forgotten like this," you shrugged with teary eyes and watched Jimin tilting his head to the side while the anger in his eyes subsided. His eyes quickly got teary and he held up his hand to grab at your right arm, trying to prevent you from leaving the bedroom you two shared.

You shook your arm from his grip and turned your back on him, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

And no, it wasn't okay with you to go to sleep angry at him. You weren't that type of couple. You worked things out before going to bed. But you knew how tired he was. He was supposed to wake up at 5:30 AM the morning after and you were supposed to wake up just an hour after him. You knew that if you kept fighting, neither of you would get any sleep. You and Jimin were two people with strong personalities and whenever you two fought over something it did not end up quickly. Besides that, you two had never fought like this. Had never had an argument that caused either of you to question the worth of your marriage. This was your rock bottom.

But you hated that you weren't sleeping in your bed, in your husband's arms. And it was impossible to fall asleep, no matter how careful you and Jimin had been to choose the most comfortable couch in the store when you bought your house. No matter the position or how many times you turned - you couldn't fall asleep.

It was 4 AM when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

You felt Jimin coming closer to your frame on the couch and kneeling down next to it. "You're sleeping?" he whispered and you mumbled a tiny 'no'.

"Can I sleep in here?" he asked and you made space on the couch for him to slip under the blanket with you, which he did quickly. He enveloped your waist in his strong arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck as if nothing had just happened. "Please, don't leave me," he whispered against the skin of your neck. You stayed quiet, just taking your hands to envelope his neck and pull him closer. "I don't think I can make it without you. I've been awake the past hour trying to find a way to stay less time at work and more time with you, but I can't find one. I don't think there's any way to solve this."

It was completely dark in the living room, and that just made this feel much more intimate than it was supposed to. "But I love you," he whispered again. "I love you too," you answered and felt a light kiss on your neck.

"I'm sorry for not being able to give you the life you deserve. I promise you that one day all this activity in my career will calm down and I'll be able to give you everything you deserve, but for now I can't fix anything we're going through. But we can fight for this, okay? We can keep up with my schedule and with yours. We can keep coming home to a warm bed. We can keep building a future for us both and for our future family. We can keep fighting every time there's something wrong, without really getting to solve anything. If you're up for it, I'll gladly stay up until 4 AM, if it means we can be alright in the end. But please, don't leave me. I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. And you're not behind my career. You're always at the top of my mind, but work is work. And when I'm working with the boys I can't just bail on them and let them work alone. I really hope you understand that."

And by now, you were already washed in tears. Jimin could feel your wet tears on his neck. "I'm sorry, baby," you cried and Jimin lifted his face from your neck, to look you in the eyes. Even with the almost absolute darkness of the room, he could still figure out your beautiful features.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I understand why you'd be mad at me-"

"No, I'm sorry, I should have been more understanding, or at least wait until you were well-rested. I'm sorry for making you fight with me for like half an hour. And I'm sorry for trying to slap you, I don't know what that was..."

"I love you. I don't care how bad we fight, I still love you. I always will," he whispered as his face got closer to yours. You could feel his light breath on your lips. "And I was being a jerk when that happened so you're fine."

"I love you too," you answered as you let out a soft giggle, to which Jimin smiled. You raised your head from the pillow, to softly press your lips against Jimin's to seal your reconciliation. His pillowy lips moved softly against yours, as he put one hand on the back of your head, to deepen the kiss. You heard him moaning against your lips as his other hands moved from your waist to your ass. "You should get some rest babe," you said, pulling away from him.

"No, let me make you feel good," he whimpered as his lips were redirected at your neck, sucking your skin and leaving love bites on his way, as his hands moved towards the hem of his your t-shirt, taking it off in a heartbeat and throwing it to the floor, next to the sofa.

You moaned as he pressed his thigh to the middle of your legs, urging him to go faster. His t-shirt and sweatpants quickly joined your oversized t-shirt on the floor, and soon he was panting against you as you raised your hips to create some friction between your crotches.

Jimin reached down, palming your still-covered pussy, with his whole palm. "How are you so wet?" he asked as you moaned and slightly trusted your hips up against his hand. "How are you so hard?" you asked back, teasing him as his hard length pressed against your thigh. You heard Jimin chuckle and felt him pushing your panties to the side, and running two of his fingers through your slit.

"You have such a smart mouth don't you?" he asked ironically, shoving his, now, soaked fingers inside your mouth. Your lips, quickly wrapped around his long fingers, sucking on them. He reached down with his other hand, to plunge two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned against his hand, which he quickly retracted from your mouth, just to press his lips against yours once again. He started fingering you, making scissor motions inside of you to try and prepare you for him. "How are you always so tight?" he groaned after you pulled away from the kiss to let out a series of moans from how good his fingers felt inside of you.

"After you not fucking me for so long, I'd be surprised if I wasn't," you teased once again, chuckling and Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You're so annoying, baby," he answered, starting to finger you faster as you threw your head back on the couch, giving him enough space to suck the skin of your neck as if he hadn't marked you enough earlier. "Do you think you're ready for me?"

"Yes, baby, please. I want you inside me, please," you mewled and Jimin moaned hearing your cries of pleasure so close to his ear, after so long.

And in a second he roughly shoved his entire length inside of you, as you both let out loud groans of pleasure. Having Jimin inside you never failed to blow your mind. Everything from his length to his girth felt overwhelming. And you loved it. Sex with Jimin felt better than with any other man you had been with before - firstly because Jimin knew what he was doing, and second because you had never been in love with someone as much as you are with Jimin.

Patience had never been your forte, and it showed when Jimin decided to stay still to let you get used to him, but you rose your hips urging him to keep going. It did burn but you liked the slight pain of having Jimin inside you. So he kept going, first slowly, but he quickly grew as impatient as you and started to pick up his pace. Until his hips were crashing against yours, with one of his hands grabbing your waist to stabilize you two. One of his forearms was supporting Jimin's body, next to your head. You reached forward to press your lips to Jimin's in a heated kiss. You two moaned and growled against each other lips, as your hips started to thrust upwards against Jimin's and soon enough you were both in a frenzy on the couch.

Jimin moved one of his hands from your waist to your cheek, softly caressing it. “Baby, are you close?” he moaned loudly. “Hum? I can’t last much longer- Ah… Baby, you feel so good around me.”

“I’m so close baby, just keep going. Please, just a little more… Please,” you moaned and Jimin stopped his movements for a couple seconds after hearing you pleading for him. He knew that he was way too close and you weren’t helping. You begging for him had always been one of his biggest weaknesses.

“Anything for you,” and just like that, his hops were back at it, full speed and thrusting with a strength you hadn’t felt before.

Jimin's and your loud moans were a clear indication of how close you both were. And when you enveloped both your arms around Jimin's thick neck and he thrust himself inside you one last time, before falling on top of you, you came together. Your insides milked him as he kept thrusting his hips softly against yours.

"I love you," you heard him sigh, breathless, against your neck.

"I love yo-"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

5:30 AM. It was Jimin's time to get up and you looked at him as he reached for his phone, on top of the coffee table. "That's my cue," he chuckled, still breathless. And you looked at him in pity.

"You didn't even get to sleep, baby."

"You gave me enough oxytocin to last the whole day. Also, it's not the first time I stay up the whole night. You try to get some sleep, you still have some time," he whispered, still trying to leave your warm embrace.

"Can't you ask the boys to meet up like an hour later or so?" you asked, tightening your arms around his neck, so he wouldn't be able to leave.

"No... Hoseok would kill me," Jimin answered, smiling at your attempt to keep him close.

"If you faint, I will kill you."

"If I faint, I will blame it on you, you sex-starved woman! Always tiring me out!" he laughed against your neck and you slapped his strong shoulder. He raised his head, pressing a soft and long kiss against your lips. "I'll go get ready. Bye baby, see you tonight."

You didn't answer, just resting your head on the soft pillow, already starting to drift off to sleep, just before hearing Jimin scream from the main door.

"Be ready at 8:30! And think where you want to go get dinner."

Jimin wasn't home at 8:30 that night.

He arrived at 10:25 PM, but as you looked into his tired and apologetic eyes, when he stepped inside your house, with flowers in one hand and a bag of KFC takeaway in the other, you knew that no matter how many times Jimin said 'i'm sorry', he'd always mean it. And that was what truly mattered because for as long as he meant it, you knew he loved you. And you loved him.

[angelaw-07]

Wish You could see me now Pt 1

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, swearing, arguments, a little smut, includes most BND members, appearance of Zico, exes to lovers, college au, I am not shipping any Kpop idols together.

Summary: As Han Dongmin slowly realises his mistake of losing you, he relishes the idea of going back. your dorm only a hallway away. Dongmin starts to make gentle and subtle gestures towards you and edges somewhat closer, hoping to regain the relationship he ended himself. But just as he thought things were going back to normal, a new guy showed up, cutting ties immediately between you two. Dongmin has to get you back, by fire and smoke.

Author's note: This is my first time writing on Tumblr or on any social website.. so please be lenient and don't criticise. THX.. :)

Fuck this. He noticed her laugh happily, intertwining her fingers with him. What's the point? If she can move on so quickly, why can't I?

Then

Taesan sat near the bathroom door, hearing your choked sobs and cries from inside. His heart clenched. He knew it was his fault, saying things he didn't actually mean. He wished he could embrace you and tell you that he wasn't serious. But the damage had already been done. "Y/n..?" Taesan spoke softly, gently knocking on the door. "Please.. Can you open the door?". After a few deathly hesitant moments, the door clicked open and Taesan slowly pushed the door open. He looking inside the bathroom and noticed the flowing tears spilling over your cheeks. He looked away guiltily, cursing himself for the situation he was in. "A..are you okay?" He winced at his own question, knowing the answer already. You looked over at him before looking away, "I'm fine.." your voice was choked and pained. Taesan wanted to comfort you desperately, but he remembered vividly what he said and stopped himself. "If I knew that you were this insecure about everything, I wouldn't have settled for you, we're better off apart than together!". He knew what he'd done, and it would take a miracle for you to forgive him. He stood up and went to his bedroom, leaving the door open slightly. After a few moments, he could hear the front door open and close abruptly. It was over. And he knew it.

Now

The bustling, lively atmosphere of the bar was almost enough to drown out the incessant sounds coming from your thoughts. The lights, the music, and the laughter from your friends sitting around the table - all were just a few of the distractions. And yet, none of it was enough to keep your mind from wandering towards the one thing you didn't want to think about. You caught yourself gazing off into the distance, the memories of your past relationship resurfacing like an unwelcome companion. Taesan, his name echoed in your head. The sound of laughter drew you back to the present, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness. It was hard to ignore the way your friends seemed to relish in your single status, even if they didn't mean to.

"You know, you could always just give him a call," one of your closest friends, Hanni, chimed in, nudging you playfully.

"Why on earth would I do that?" You replied, feigning nonchalance, but secretly hoping no one noticed the hint of defensiveness in your voice.Hanni shrugged, taking a sip from her cocktail, "Come on, you know he's been calling you, right?"

You tensed slightly at her words. Of course you knew. You could still vividly remember the countless missed calls, the flood of texts asking for a chat, a chance to give an explanation. But every time, you'd find yourself staring at his name on your phone screen, fingers hovering over the call button, but never quite pressing it. The bitter memory of the argument that had led to your breakup rose to the surface again, and you pushed it back down, trying to put on a casual front. "Yeah, I know," you said quietly, pretending to be more indifferent than you actually felt, "He left me, remember?"

"Yeah, but everyone knows the guy was totally smitten with you," Hanni laughed. "I mean, who wouldn't be?"

Another one of your oldest friends, Mina, chimed in, "Honestly, he was lucky to even be with you in the first place. I still can't believe you're single now."You forced a small smile at their attempts to cheer you up, but their words only seemed to rub salt in the wound. "Yeah, yeah," you muttered, trying to laugh it off. "I'm a catch."

Suddenly, you felt your heart skip a beat as your phone vibrated in your pocket. The caller ID flashed Taesan's name, and a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you. Your friends, noticing the change in your demeanour, leaned in with eager eyes, their curiosity piqued.

"Is that him?" Hanni said, eyebrows raised.

You silently nodded, staring at the screen as the call continued to ring. "Yeah," you mumbled, a mix of anxiety and anticipation building inside you. "It's him."

Taesan calls again, but you ignore it. Your friends let out small groans of disappointment, but the relief that washed over you was undeniable.

"You're really not going to answer?" Yuna questioned, looking at you with a mix of surprise and concern.

You swallowed hard, the sound of your phone ringing again setting your nerves on edge once more. It was like the universe was trying to play tricks on you.

"He's calling again," Yuna pointed out unnecessarily.

You hesitantly pressed the answer button, your heart thundering in your chest. After a few moments of silence, you finally spoke.

"Hello?"

Taesan's voice came through the line, deep and familiar, sending a mixture of emotions coursing through you.

"Hey," he said, a hint of relief in his tone, "Finally, you picked up."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of bittersweet sentiment. His voice sounded like a ghost from the past, reminding you of countless happier memories and arguments.

"What do you want, Taesan?"

There was a brief silence before his next words, as if he was carefully choosing what to say.

"I just... wanted to talk," he said, his voice unusually soft for someone who usually came off as so brusque.

The unexpected change in tone caught you off guard. The Taesan you remembered had been rough, cold, and distant, especially in the days before your breakup. Now, however, he sounded almost... vulnerable.

"Talk about what?" you asked, keeping your voice neutral, although you couldn't help the small flicker of curiosity that had flared up inside you.

"About... us," he responded, his voice slightly tinged with something akin to pain, "About what happened."

The mention of your past relationship was like a stab to the heart. You could almost feel the knot of emotions you'd been trying to push down suddenly tightening, ready to unravel.

"What's there to talk about?" you replied, trying to maintain your composure, "We broke up, that's it."

Taesan exhaled deeply, the sound of it crackling through the phone. "It's not that simple," he insisted, his voice taking on a more firm tone, "I know I messed up. I know I'm the reason we're not together anymore. I just... I want to fix it. Would you mind if you came to my apartment?"

You were taken aback by his request. Going to his apartment meant being in the same space where both your best and worst memories had been made. But despite your reservations, you found yourself asking, "Why do you want me to come there?"

Taesan's response was almost immediate, as if he'd been expecting the question. "I want to talk to you in person," he said, "It's easier to say what I need to say when you're right in front of me."

A part of you wanted to refuse, to tell him that talking on the phone was enough. But there was also a curiosity, a nagging feeling that maybe he really had something important to say.

"Fine," you said, trying to sound nonchalant, "When do you want me to come over?"

"Is now alright?" he asked, a hint of hopefulness in his voice.

You glanced at your friends, who were quietly watching your interaction. Mina raised an eyebrow, and Hanni shrugged, a silent vote of approval.

"Yeah," you replied, a hint of resignation in your tone, "Now is fine."

Taesan's voice softened again. "Thank you," he murmured, the relief evident in his words.

You ended the call, your heart still thudding against your chest. Your friends looked at you expectantly, waiting to hear what you had agreed to.

"I'm going to his apartment," you told your friends, trying to sound casual, but failing somewhat.

Mina's eyes widened, and Hanni raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? You're actually gonna go?"

"He wants to talk," you said, "And... I want to hear what he has to say."

Hanni and Mina shared a meaningful glance, knowing you well enough to sense the turmoil that was brewing within you.

"Be careful," Hanni said, a hint of worry in her voice, "He better not hurt you again."

Mina nodded, a frown on her face. "Yeah, you deserve better than that hothead."

"I'll be fine," you reassured them, though the truth was, you weren't entirely sure yourself.

Mina studied your face for a moment, concern etched in her expression. "You'll text us, right? Just to let us know you're safe."

You chuckled, appreciating their support. "I will, promise."

With that, you collected your belongings, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you headed out to Taesan's apartment. You took a taxi to his place, the journey to his apartment was a torturous mix of anticipation and anxiety. You went over countless scenarios in your head, imagining what he might say, how you would react, whether you would forgive him or not. The city outside your taxi window seemed to blur into a stream of colors and lights, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling inside. Finally, you arrived at Taesan's apartment complex. It was a familiar sight, the building where you had spent countless nights together, both happy and angry. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you paid the taxi driver and stepped out into the cool evening air. You walked up the path to his door, each step feeling heavier than the last. You reached his apartment and stood for a moment, trying to collect yourself. Then, summoning all your courage, you raised your hand and knocked.

There was a moment of silence before you heard footsteps approaching. Then, the door opened, revealing Taesan. He looked nearly the same as you remembered, his tall frame and strong features instantly recognisable. His eyes widened as he saw you, and for a moment, he simply stood there, taking you in.

"I said I would," you replied, trying to sound indifferent, but unable to hide the slight tremble in your voice.

Taesan stepped back, opening the door wider. "Come in," he said quietly, gesturing for you to enter.

You swallowed, taking a step into the apartment. It looked the same as you remembered, the familiar layout and furniture bringing back a wave of memories. You could almost envision yourself and Taesan, laughing and arguing within these walls. Taesan closed the door behind you, the sound echoing through the suddenly quiet apartment. He led you to the living area, gesturing for you to sit down. The tension in the air was almost palpable as you both took a seat on opposite ends of the couch.

A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed before Taesan finally spoke, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I... I don't even know where to start," he admitted, his voice unusually vulnerable.

"How about you start from the beginning?" you suggested, trying to keep your tone neutral.

Taesan looked up, his eyes meeting yours. "The beginning... right." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I guess I should start by saying I'm sorry."

Hearing those words from him, an apology that you had longed to hear for months, brought up a well of emotions within you. You swallowed, trying to push them down as you replied, "Go on."

Taesan shifted in his seat, the guilt in his eyes almost palpable. "I was an idiot, I know that now. I took you for granted, I let the archery team get in the way... and you paid the price."

"You were pretty obsessed with it," you said, a hint of bitterness in your voice. "Did you really think spending hours on end at the archery range was better than spending time with me?"

Taesan winced at your words, his shoulders slumping. "I thought I was making the right choice," he said quietly, "I thought the archery team was my ticket to something great, something bigger than us. I didn't realize... I didn't realize I was sacrificing us in the process."

You crossed your arms, trying to shield yourself from the surge of emotions that his words had stirred up. "And what about the way you spoke to me? The way you'd snap at me for the smallest things?"

Taesan let out a sigh, a mixture of shame and regret filling his gaze. "I don't know what came over me," he confessed, "The more I dedicated myself to archery, the more I realised how much I was losing in the process. But instead of dealing with my own insecurities, I took it out on you, and I'm so sorry for that."

You clenched your fists, the hurt from months of feeling insignificant and unloved suddenly rushing to the surface. "You made me feel worthless, Taesan. Like I was just some afterthought in your life."

Tears welled up in Taesan's eyes, his expression one of genuine remorse. "I never should have made you feel that way. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I threw it all away because I was too blind to see what really mattered."

Taesan inched closer to you on the couch, his body so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Can I... can I try something?"

Caught off guard by his sudden closeness, you tensed, unsure of what he was planning to do. But with a slight nod, you allowed him to proceed, curiosity mixing with your caution.

Taesan slowly reached out a hand, gently resting it on your arm. The contact was soft, a stark contrast to the roughness of his demeanour before. He spoke softly, his voice sincere. "I know words can't undo what I did, but I want to show you something."

You held your breath, the intimacy of his touch and the earnestness in his voice making your heart flutter even as your mind screamed caution. "Show me what?" you asked, intrigued in spite of yourself.

Taesan's fingers gently slid down your arm, leaving tingles along your skin. His gaze locked onto yours as he continued, his voice a mere whisper, "Close your eyes."

With a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, you followed his direction, closing your eyes. The room was suddenly plunged into darkness, your other senses heightening to compensate for the absence of sight.

You felt Taesan's presence shift as he moved closer, his breath gently washing across your skin. He spoke again, his voice so close that you shivered, "Just relax."

The sound of his voice, low and soothing, sent a wave of calm through you. Despite your reservations, you felt your body begin to loosen up, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. You took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sensations rather than your thoughts.

Taesan's fingers traced a soft path along your jawline, his touch as light as a feather. It was a different side of him, a tenderness you had only glimpsed before. He spoke once more, his voice a gentle murmur, "Picture us together. Can you do that for me?"

Your mind instantly went back to the good memories - laughing together, cuddling on the couch, sharing quiet moments in his embrace. "I can," you replied softly, the images flooding into your head.

"Good," Taesan praised, his touch still caressing your jawline. "Now remember how I made you feel. Special, wanted, loved."

The memories hit you like a wave, the familiar feelings of warmth and affection rising up within you. "Yes," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, "I remember."

Taesan's touch moved lower, tracing along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Now think of all the things I missed out on," he said quietly, the regret evident in his tone. "Nights we didn't spend together, times I wasn't there for you, moments I took for granted."

The sting of those losses came back to you, the memories of solitary evenings and lonely weekends filling your mind. You let out a shaky breath, the pain still fresh, still raw. "Yeah.. I remember."

His fingers continued their journey, gently trailing across your collarbone. "And now," Taesan murmured, his voice taking on an edge of determination, "Think about how badly I want to make it up to you. To make all those memories I missed out on, and so much more."

Your heart thumped in your chest, the intensity in his words evoking a mixture of hope and fear. "You can't just undo all the hurt," you said, your voice almost quivering, "Even if you want to."

"I know I can't," Taesan agreed, his touch now at the base of your throat. "But I want to try, more than anything. I want to show you how much I regret the way I treated you. How much I..." He hesitated, his fingers pausing.

Your pulse raced as you waited for him to finish his sentence, the implications of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. "How much you..." you prompted softly, your heart in your throat.

Taesan's touch moved lower, his fingers drifting over your shirt, each contact sending electricity through your veins. He spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper, "How much I still love you."

Those three words, uttered so sincerely, hit you like a freight train. You opened your eyes, looking at him, your heart caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart stuttering in your chest. The words you had longed to hear for months, so full of yearning and remorse, were finally spoken. "Taesan..." you murmured, your voice thick with a tangle of emotions.

Taesan's fingers paused at your waist, his touch warm and firm. "I know I messed up," he said, his gaze holding yours, "I know I should have realized how much you meant to me before I lost you. But I promise, from the bottom of my heart, I won't make that mistake again."

You wanted to believe him, you wanted the words to be true, but the hurt and fear still held you back. "How can I trust that?" you asked, the words coming out more pained than you had intended.

Taesan's fingers continued their path up your sides, each touch like a gentle plea for forgiveness. "Because I'll do whatever it takes to prove it to you," he said, his voice earnest. "I won't let anything come between us again. Not archery, not anything."

The conviction in his words hit a nerve, giving credence to the hope that was quietly growing within you. "What about the archery team?" you asked, your voice betraying a hint of hesitation, "It was your dream... your everything."

Taesan's hand reached your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "I was a fool to let it consume me the way it did," he admitted, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "I thought it was my ticket to something bigger, but I was wrong. You... you are what matters, what I should have prioritised all along."

"Only if you say yes"

Authors note:

Sorry for the long wait and very long story (I did add a little Enha reference tho).. this is practically only part one, so others will join this. I plan on making it a large series. Thanks for reading if you got this far! Bye Pooks!

In the meantime as I'm writing pt 2. Plz appreciate this man and take good care of him. He deserves it.

[pauking5]

Addicting Taste ~ Chapter 1 ~

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: Enishi Yukishiro was on a mission to execute his piece de la resistance. A plan to avenge his beloved sister. Until you showed up, rattling open the icy closed gates of his heart. Will you be a part of his downfall or will you try to save him?

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x fem reader oc

Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and grumpy, slow burn, a lot of fluff, occasional smut, angst by the bucket

Words: 6.7k +

A/N: I couldn’t hold back anymore and had to make a fic for Enishi. It won’t exactly follow the Rurouni Kenshin timeline for now but it will later develop into it. This is the first chapter in the series with more chapters coming. It is a reader insert as I couldn’t help but indulge myself in it completely. Powered by Mackenyu’s outstanding portrayal of Enishi’s character in Rurouni Kenshin: The Final, I hereby present you a story ripped from the figments of my mind. I hope you’ll love their story as much as I do. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.

Also thank you @eureka-its-zico for supporting me with this and getting me writing again 🫶

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“Just how stupid are you?”

A loud smack echoed in the room upon connecting with his cheek, heavy rugged palm twisting his face to the side. He clicked his jaw menacingly, facing forward once more with another devilish smirk.

“You thought you could just get away with it?”

Another heavy punch collided with his face, this one making him drop to his knees. He might have been kneeling, completely at the mercy of someone with much more power in command, but this show of authority trying to assert him into submission did absolutely nothing for him.

Lest the displeasure of being Shanghai's commander in chief's unexpected catch of the night. Maybe even the catch of his whole career.

“You’re a fool.”

Heard that one before, he prepared to spit out like burning acid crawled out of his throat.

Just as the rims of his mouth opened to let the words out, he got cut off by an uppercut digging hard under his chin, throwing his body backwards. He tasted iron on his lips. The force of the blow made blood pool in his mouth surprisingly. He didn't think the old man capable of this much damage but as it turns out he had a thing for facial damage. A pleasure Enishi wanted so badly to return.

Spitting it out through clenched teeth at the side, staining the limestone carpet with crimson splotches to redecorate the man's office with a little color. He would've added other shades of red to the whole carpet, rounding it up on each and every shimmering golden seam until everyone in the room contributed. If only his hands were not bound behind his back, constricting most of his movement.

The man standing tall before him left his face full of cuts and bruises. But that was the least of Enishi’s worries right now.

Many months were spent tracking down the biggest shipment of weapons set to leave Shanghai for Kanagawa. Tonight, Enishi’s men were supposed to rob the storage by the docks completely dry before the ship set sail in the morning with empty cargo. But it turned out to be a harder task than it was intended to be.

He couldn't tell where it all went wrong.

Was it just bad luck? That would've been a first under the remarkable security he had around the area.

Was it a tip-off from the inside? Highly unlikely. If that was the case, he would've smelled the motherfucker who chirped before they even thought it possible to cross him.

Whatever it was, changed the course of the whole plan, rendering it nothing short of a total fail.

That fail was also what led to his current position - with his hands tied roughly behind his back, bloody with his patience running thinner with each breath, lying on the floor of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

A few hours ago

“These dumplings are amazing,” you sighed happily, munching on three baozi dumplings at once.

The lady vendor grimaced at you. Well, less at you and more at your clear lack of manners since you were practically inhaling the soft dough before it even landed in the palm of your hands like a famished grizzly bear.

Leftover crumbs decorated the edges of your lips as you chomped down on the dumplings. You forgot all about etiquette when the food literally melted in your mouth. Heaven was definitely found in food and not in the afterlife and these little desserts were the very proof of it. Your stomach also agreed with that claim every time your mouth touched dumplings in any shape, form or filling.

Who could resist those plump, freshly made babies?

Not me. Ya'll stay safe though.

A little boy walked by with his mother when he caught sight of the dumpling cart. He ran to the cart gluing his face to the glass to watch the lady work the next batch. His breaths fogged up the glass as he gaped at the steaming dumplings in awe and adoration. But when he turned his head and saw the way you were devouring the small pastry like a goblin from the woods his face turned to pure disgust.

What do you want child, you muttered, cheeks filled with the new cherry filling you were trying out. He said nothing, continuing to stare you down as if you had some unresolved business with him.

You were getting annoyed by his staring, so you shot the little boy a slightly threatening look in hopes he would turn back to watch the magic dough rather than try to make enemies with you. Instead he started crying, running off in the direction he came from. You watched until he got tinier and tinier, disappearing somewhere in the depths of the street.

His mother watched the whole exchange from behind you. Upon meeting her burning gaze, she regarded you with a condescending look then followed after her child.

You turned back to your dumplings, chewing slowly in guilt. It wasn't your fault children had the temperament of the unpredictable weather forecast. The vendor lady did not seem to share your opinion, pinning you with an icy authoritative glare typical of her generation. The one that usually scared off the youngsters.

“Can you leave before you scare all my clients away?” she said, irritated with the fact that you’ve been hogging her cart for the past half an hour and you didn't look like you would be leaving anytime soon.

“Listen lady, I am your only client. Plus, I could buy your whole cart if I wanted to. Just let me enjoy these,” you said with your mouth full, reaching for another bag of dumplings on sale. She smacked your hand away, looking down at the bags you were already holding safely on your chest.

“I’ll be the one leaving then," she hissed as she started to put away the steaming buns away and gathered all her tools, folding the cart faster than you could catch up to her. "You might spoil my dough from raising if I stay here any longer,”

“Wait! You can’t just leave -"

By the time you yelled after trying to stop her from leaving with the heaven-sent goodies, she was already gone. Old ladies really are a different breed these days, you thought. Cooking, knitting and chit-chatting were activities that seemingly didn't provide them with enough soul sucking out of people to their heart's content.

Anywho, there went your only meal for the day. At least it was a nice filling one to last you some time and kick in some energy your body desperately needed. You looked down at your stomach with a sigh, patting in a comforting manner before you turned to go on your own way.

The crisp air of mid-October made its presence felt as an icy gust blew against the sleeves of your cotton dress making the material flutter and fill you up with cold air. Your attire was nothing short of inappropriate for the lingering cold season, but the leather bits, like the corset laced up over your chest or the pants under it, kept a fraction of warmth with you.

The chilly weather made it harder to do any jobs, take out hitlist services not requested as much in this period of time. Rage requests usually came with the hot scorching summer rather than the fall of the first autumnal fog. That meant you never knew where your next meal would be coming from most of the time, so you powered through with anything you could find. Though your money was slowly running on empty, you always made sure to keep some aside for your delicacy cravings.

Only mad people walked the streets of Shanghai, the city of all things food confectionery, without indulging in at least one treat from the vendors. Broke or not, you emptied your pockets here on good measure.

There was a downside to all good things in life.

The once bustling street, buzzing with chatter and sizzling pans where savory and sweet scents danced in the air, turned awfully quiet with nightfall. It was the norm in this part of the city. Vendors were quickly packed away and activity was slowly coming to a halt in the wake of the coming night. Any normal person in these parts would know that being on the streets when the last flicker of daylight disappears wasn’t safe in the slightest.

Who would want to be out in the dark with the Shanghai mafia having a full blown war with the commander in chief on the streets until the early hours of dawn? Definitely no one in all faculties of the mind or at least some.

Clutching the rest of your dumplings closer, you made your way down the narrow pathways circling the outskirts of the city. As you padded the cobblestone road, windows hatched closed, doors shut and all light dimmed to ward off danger. The people of Shanghai lived in fear of this war every night. You did too. But at least you had weapons and could defend yourself in case of anything.

The place you resided in for the time being was just a hop down from the city docks. It was a modest room at the top of an abandoned jewelry shop, furnished with a desk, a small wardrobe, and a corner to store the little belongings you carried around. It was not the comfiest nor the safest place in the world, but it provided a space to roll your futon for the night and that was as good as anything.

The bags in your hands shuffled with each step you took. You cast a look at the buns, the delicious smell still wafting up to your nose even as they were covered and tucked inside the paper. On impulse, you bought a bunch of different flavors with all kinds of fillings you haven’t tried before. Just thinking of taste testing all of them made your mouth water and your step quicken with happy strides.

Whilst getting lost in your pastry daydreams, you were shaken back to earth by persistent yelling. As you were making your way further down to the docks, more agitated shouting ensued and the quick pace of your walk slowed down. You were far away from the entrance, unable to really see anything, but the growing commotion piqued your curiosity.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look, right? It's in the way anyway, you shrugged.

Inching closer to the side of the docks entrance, you hid behind an abandoned fishing boat perched up on empty fishing crates. They might've been rusty from being left outside for god knows how long but they still smelled like few days old catch that went off. Ignoring the horrendous smell and tucking your petite form well enough so you wouldn’t be spotted, you looked over the edge of the boat to see what was going on.

Moving your eyes around you counted about twenty masked men, all dressed in black with swords attached to the hip. Mercenaries. You didn't need to see more than the blades and their eyes to be able to tell they were possibly wanted people.

Most of them were frantically rushing in and out of the biggest storage on the other side, holding cases filled with… guns?

As more of them came out you realized it wasn’t just guns - there was long and short range artillery, fuses, even more blades and all kinds of artisanal bombs. It looked like the place to be for pyromaniacs and sadists. Depending on which category took your fancy, there was something for every sin you wanted to commit, from arson all the way to testing out painful killing methods.

Whatever these guys were planning was nothing short of mass destruction.

“We’ve secured all the weapons, Master,” a shushed voice spoke in Japanese from your right. He came closer, standing right in front of the boat you were using as a hiding spot.

He looked about half a person in height. If a wild gust of wind blew his way he would most likely topple over and become dust. Besides that, what caught your attention was the unsure nature of his Japanese accent. He definitely wasn't Japanese but whoever he talked to just now was because they replied in a grave pronounced tone, one hundred percent of Edo origin.

“Good work,” said a deeper voice from the left as he approached too. The way he spoke those simple words was enough to make tremors run down your spine in sheer thrill.

Weird, you shook them off trying to get a better view of the owner of the voice. A curly, tangled mop of white hair entered your vision. The roots were darker than the silvery ends shimmering in the pale blue moonlight.

Damn, this guy was long overdue for a haircut. And a hair dye session. Who was this gramps?

Trailing your eyes further down you took in his sturdy physique that was outlined through the clothes he was wearing. Wait. This is no gramps body. You could tell he was trained in some kind of martial arts. No one just walked around with heaps of muscles like those. You could easily draw a map of the world between those wide shoulders if you focused hard enough on just what lay beneath those tight, crunched up cotton creases- Snap out of it, Miyu.

The loud crash of crates rattling to the floor brought you back to reality. You weren't supposed to be there, eavesdropping and peeking like a spy when these people could probably cut you to pieces in one breath.

I need to get out of here ASAP.

You couldn’t risk getting caught and brought in by the commander in chief. If he wasn’t alerted yet he sure got wind of things by now. That man definitely has mutant senses. You didn't need to get caught by this mafia either because from the looks of it they definitely were part of one.

The last thing you needed was them catching wind of your location. You've spent so long staying under the radar and now was not the time to advertise your whereabouts like you were the main specialty on sale in the morning newspaper.

I am void. I don’t care. I haven’t seen anything.

I am not getting involved with this.

Repeating that mantra several times in your head in order to calm down, you had to figure out a way to sneak out as smoothly as possible without alerting anybody. Not even a fly and especially not the strong muscular white mop of hair who hasn’t moved at all from his spot right in front of you. He was probably one of those people gifted with extended field of vision that could see the world in one side to side look like a bird, so any move or choked breath of yours would fall on his alarm sensors instantly.

After a quick scan of your surroundings, you came to two viable options that would help you avoid getting skewered: going left, straight through the docks and to your hideout located just on the other side; or going right, having to circle around the whole city to get back.

It wasn’t hard to figure out which one was safer. You’d rather go around the whole city as many times as you needed if it meant staying away from whatever they had planned. You just had to wait for the right time to make your way out.

Any minute now...

The two continued supervising the undercover operation, not once moving away. Not even one accidental turn of their heads somewhere else.

More like any day...

If you didn't know any better, you'd think they picked up on your scent and were just waiting for you to breathe through the wrong nostril before they jumped you. The singular possibility of that drenched your spine with cold drops of nervous sweat. You've done the stake out thing a million times before, but this one was somehow so different - gut twisting in churns and knots like you took a hit of deja vu different. Like disaster waited patiently at those rusty gates to catch and cradle you sweet like a lover from the very moment your eyes first laid on the docks tonight.

After an agonizing long while, the two men blocking your view finally moved, heading towards the rest of their squad on the other side of the docks. That was your chance. All you had to do was get set, lift your ass from the floor and sprint the hell out of there before someone caught you and made you fish food.

If only things would play out like that but they rarely do for normal people.

Raising to half your height, trying to keep cover behind the boat, you turned to the right. In your rush to escape, you missed a teeny tiny key detail that was in your way to freedom - a dark brown fishing cord extending from the boat to the other pile of empty crates behind you.

You didn't see it in the darkened confined space around you and if you did, you took notice of it too late, barely making it two steps before your leg tangled in it and you were falling face first to the hard concrete floor, taking the crates behind with you. Disaster caught up to you, smiling sickly at your futile attempt to escape so easily.

The steaming buns you tried so hard to keep close spilled all over the ground in the process. That was the least of your worries. What should've worried you was that you just made the loudest sounds known to man that were probably heard under the sea. The clangs from the metal cages rattling on top of each other before crashing to the ground with a thud, rolling into other piles like rumbling waves of a raging sea, echoing deafeningly in your ears.

Once they stopped, the loud screeching of the crates was replaced by the loud beating of your heart with the realization that your body was halfway exposed to the other side of the docks. In full view for anyone to snap your details. The danger alarm rang multiple times in your head but your body just refused to move.

There was nowhere for you to run without getting caught now.

I’m. so. fucked.

“What was that?” growled one of the masked goons on the other side.

Mophead stopped in his tracks, muscles in his back contracting with impending doom. He turned around swiftly, faster than a wild feline, locking eyes on you. Lifting your own gaze from your uncomfortable spot on the floor, you connected it with his. You choked on a breath caught halfway in your throat before it could reach your lungs.

Dark black eyes akin to predators that lurk in the dead of night pierced yours. They screamed murder. The ‘chop you apart for funsies’ kind of murder, in a silent, more maniacal and lethal manner than serial killers normally sported.

But something about those eyes caught you off guard. He was just a few feet away. Close enough to reach for you and squeeze the life out of you. Close enough to catch the blue hue outlining his pupils. Something about those eyes, though eerie and downright terrifying, awaking every urge to take off to safety, was so oddly familiar that it froze you in place.

Where have I seen these eyes before?

He seemed to be stuck in his own reverie, fixed on your own for a good while. A tilt of his head could only signal his confusion to your presence. Or was it recognition? It could be both.

You don’t even know how long you were both stuck soul searching each other until the roaring sound of gunfire descended down on the docks.

Breaking your staring contest apart, you frantically craned your head behind trying to locate where the firing came from. Then it dawned on you.

The commander in chief is here. Knowing him, he was just waiting for his cue to shine like the superstar pawn of the government he is.

Mophead set off in your direction, most likely to grab you, but he only managed to take a step before bullets lined up a few feet in front of him. With a low grunt, he spared you one last deadly stare marking you as a new enemy to his possibly extended list before retreating back to his gang.

The bullets flew closer and closer to your spot and the intense smell of gun powder filled your nostrils. This was your cue to exit stage. In any direction at this point.

You got to your feet in seconds, saving what was left of your steamed dumplings and made a run for it. A few bullets narrowly grazed the low ends of your dress but you quickly made it to the safety of a dark alleyway close by.

Checking on your precious dumplings in the crumpled paper bags, you saw most of them were unharmed and let out a breath of relief. Then you cursed yourself for leaving your weapons on your neatly folded futon the one time you could actually make use of them.

The blaring gunshots halted all of a sudden. The docks were quiet again. Way too quiet. Strange. Did they run out of ammo this fast? I thought the police got endless resources in that field. Nevermind that, the mob had thousands of them at hand, itching for a little assembling and bullets. A showdown between a gang and the authorities couldn't have just ended this fast. Something felt off.

You made sure the shadow of the brick wall covered you whole before peering over to the docks from the corner of the alley. Assessing the situation, you noticed that half of mophead’s party was shot down by the commander’s force. Blood was everywhere, splattered on the cement from the entrance as far as you could see. Possibly all the way to the other end of the pier. Big and burly bodies that were swarming the warehouse and executing orders just moments ago, now laid lifeless next to and on top of some of the crates filled with weapons. Some of them managed to flee the scene when the firing started, abandoning ship cowardly. The rest of them that were still alive and kicking were captured and put in restraints to be taken into custody, together with their leader who must have been a ticking bomb of rage on the inside by now.

The more you looked at it, you didn't take him for someone that would get caught so easily. He gave the impression of the superior kind of thug. The type that calculates and plans until all doubts, variables and collaterals were executed off the table.

Something didn't add up.

What is really peculiar was that this part of the harbor was not even on the open side, clearly to make the storing of arm supplies as reclusive as possible. But anyone who wanted a hit and run, quick and fast, could flee the scene absolutely undetected under the safety of nightfall. The only way you could get caught was if someone chirped like a hummingbird, loud and close to the commander's ear. You nearly giggled at the possibility until you took another look down at the pier and all amusement in you dissipated.

Maybe it was the smug look on the commander’s face as his men rounded up the thugs. Or the way most of his force came out from what looked like stationed places at the other end of the docks entrance. Even the sure nods the officers shared as they shoved the last of the goons to their knees behind their leader.

It almost seemed like they knew mophead and his crew were going to be here tonight, set on stealing the armament.

No way.

Was this a set up?

Back at the precinct

Enishi was fuming.

Things went sideways too quickly for his liking tonight. The only feasible explanation was that someone talked and he was going to make sure they weren’t seeing the light of day under his watch. Once he made it out of the shithole he was currently held in that was. Which seemed to be somewhere in the far future.

The old man ceased his relentless show of authority punches, changing the plate for questioning, trying to intimidate Enishi. Too bad. Having the man breathe opium smoke in his face did not phase him at all.

“I’m going to ask again," sneered the commander, puffing up his chest with another intake of the drug. "Why were you stealing weapons?”

His patience was running thin, beyond irritation, showing in the way the veins on his neck strained. But he could press on as much as he wanted. Enishi wasn’t going to give him shit.

“Either you talk or your good for nothing squad will suffer in your place.”

He really thought he did something with that line. Those men were disposable. The real ones waited back at the base. He wasn't mad to deploy them for a mission that was supposed to be easy. But this was probably the last time he employed outside resources for a mission.

“I don’t give two flying fucks about them,” spat Enishi. He hoped some of the drops of blood flew to land on the commander's face.

That geature only earned him another punch, this time deep to the stomach. The guards who were holding him let him drop to the floor, more blood dripping on the side of his mouth.

The commander handed his pipe to one of the officers, discarding his coat on a chair before letting his fingers work to roll the sleeves of his shirt up. He moved around his golden desk furniture with the grace of an old dragon, aware of the ways of the world. That was what he wanted his assailants to believe. Truth be told, he was nothing but a puppet for the higher ups.

“I guess I’ll have to beat it out of you then,” said the commander, cracking his knuckles.

Bracing for the commander’s punishment, his thoughts wandered somewhere else. Not to the mission. Not to the missing weapons. Not to his men. But to the girl who was there tonight, hiding behind the boat.

He wasn’t stupid. He sensed someone was eavesdropping from somewhere. It just wasn't in his benefit to do something about it when they weren't showing up to lay claim to the weapons or to stop him from taking them.

But you weren’t supposed to be there. You were a variable in his plan that he couldn’t have predicted. A wildcard? A hidden weapon he could've used? He didn't know. Where a handful of questions swarmed around in his head, three of them stood out the most, distracting him from the incoming hit to his side.

Why were you there tonight?

Who were you working for?

And where have I seen you before?

Ten armed guards at the front of the building. Another two securing the entrance from the inside. Five more moving around the halls. None on the top floor.

Bingo.

Sliding open the glass window on the roof of the precinct, you snuck in quietly. You landed down swiftly, arching your heels like a cat to keep you steady. Stealth mode switched on in your head as you carefully inspected your surroundings.

The top floor is clear.

Tightening the grip on your twin Remingtons, you straightened and advanced to the walls on your right, opposite to the railing on the other side overlooking the secured entrance. No one seemed to be on this level at all.

As you rounded the corners, you spotted a staircase going down to what looked like a meeting hall.

Angry shouting and what resembled the sound of slapping got louder the more steps you descended. Someone was either receiving a beating or they were just into kinky shit.

You were on the last three steps when a guard's boots fell in step close by. Aligning yourself with the wall, you became one with the shadows. You held your breath, keeping your heartbeat under control as well as any other signs that could get you spotted. On the inhale, he walked by. On the exhale, he continued on his path. As he got further away, you tilted your head towards the glass ceiling and released the breath you were holding.

This was a terrible idea.

What were you even doing here in the first place? This was not your fight.

But your conscience convinced you that you were somehow responsible for the unsuccessful outcome of mophead’s mission. Call it remorseful helping.

You weren’t supposed to be there tonight. It was just incidental. Your stupid craving for dumplings made you come out of your extremely comfortable refuge and one thing led to another and you found yourself in the middle of the crossfire. The very thing you hoped to avoid at all costs.

Without thinking too much of your bad choices for the day, you geared up to save mophead. You didn’t know why you were going this far for someone you didn’t know. But you felt needed for once in a while and like you finally had a job to do. That and the fact that the betrayal under his command hit a little too close to home.

There was something else that bothered you about your encounter with him. The moment he locked eyes with you was branded into your head like a burn wound. Your brain replayed it over and over again for no specific reason until it drove you crazy.

Those eyes bugged you to the world’s end. There was something so addicting and familiar to them. But you couldn’t recall where you’ve seen them before no matter how hard you tried.

You needed to find out who this man is. So, like any normal person looking for answers, you went to ask him. Well, you will ask him. As soon as you busted him out of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

In the meeting hall

“This would be so much easier if you just talked,” yelled the commander in chief.

“How about… fuck you. Good talk,” said Enishi with a sick grin.

“You son of a—,” the commander was cut off by the sound of shots being fired outside the meeting hall. Grunting and yelling ensued for a good minute until everything turned quiet. Everyone’s ears perked up listening for what could follow.

A powerful kick thundered against the golden door to the hall, making it come off its hinges and cave in on itself. The bolts creaked, splintering on the sides and the door fell with a loud thud. You stepped over it, the click of your heeled boots bouncing off the echo in the room.

All eyes were trained on you.

“Who’s ready to have some fun?” you chirped, enthusiastically twirling the guns in your hands. They landed perfectly in your hold and you cocked them right at the men in the middle of the room.

“Who are you?,” asked the commander in chief.

“Let’s just say I’m someone you don’t want to mess with,” you said confidently.

“You’re just a stupid girl if you think you can just come in here —“

“This stupid girl just took out most of your guards on duty. It will be her utmost pleasure to take you out too,” you said with a smirk.

Enishi was watching the exchange, his head swimming with confusion for the second time tonight.

Just who exactly were you? And why were you crossing paths again? Also, were you insane to just waltz in the commander in chief's lair like that?

You first show up as a hindrance to his plan and now you’re here to probably mess up more than you already have. He was also kind of blaming you for the situation he was in at the moment. You weren't of any help in his eyes.

At least you proved useful in distracting the guards and the commander so he could work on getting his hands free of the rope tugging at his wrists. Okay, maybe you were useful.

Looking over at mophead, you noticed he freed himself. You haven’t worked in a team in so long so you threw him a look asking for guidance on what to do now. What he saw however, was more of a weird face that kind of creeped him out, but he quickly caught onto what you meant.

He wasn’t sure whether to trust you. But he didn’t have the luxury to audition for partners right now. So, sending a silent nod your way, you let the fun begin.

Mophead lunged for the commander in chief while you preoccupied yourself with the five guards in the room. You easily took out the first one by the couch at the side. Pointing your gun to the next one, you pulled the trigger but nothing happened. You tried the other gun receiving the same vacant response. You were left without bullets having emptied most of them on the guards outside.

Strapping the guns back to your belt, you took a fighting stance and beckoned the officers to you.

Hand to hand combat it is.

The closest guard lunged at you and your fist connected with his nose. A loud crack echoed upon contact, blood seeping through his hands as he cradled his nose.

“You bitch—,” you cut him off by hooking your leg to the back of his neck, dragging him to the floor.

“Did your mother not teach you how to speak to a lady?”

He got back up and got ready to throw another snarky remark but you wasted no time in shutting him up with a nearby chair. The wood broke to pieces as it made contact with him, knocking him out cold. Once he fell to the floor, you directed your attention at the other three guards that started circling you from different sides. Showtime.

You let them come at you. The taller one came first, swinging a baton at your head. Ducking successfully to avoid having your head turned into a baseball, you went for a roundhouse kick to his head. He got projected to the other side from the force you put into the move.

The last two attacked you at the same time. One of them had a knife that managed to get a few cuts through the sleeves of your dress as he kept swinging at you recklessly. He wasn't even looking where he sent his blade. He probably just hoped they got you. If this was the training they got the armed forces were doomed.

You huffed disappointedly as you lifted a slashed piece to check the damage. “I just got this one."

Getting annoyed with his incessant flailing about, you caught his hand just as a slightly smaller in stature officer came from behind you. Kicking back your right leg into the stomach of the one behind, you got a chance to take the knife, throwing it away and out of his reach. You turned and elbowed the knife wielder in the stomach, directing another knee at his ribcage letting him fall flat to the floor.

One more to go.

Standing face to face with your last enemy, you spared mophead a quick look. He was struggling with the commander as he pushed him face down on the big wooden desk. He quickly turned the power around and got him into a deadly chokehold instead.

You didn’t even notice his outerwear was discarded and he was left only in a tank top. His huge biceps flexed dangerously as he tightened his hold on the commander’s neck, pushing into him with all his strength. Sweat was piling like rain drops down his arms and you found yourself drooling. Maybe you digged the whole white mop of hair look.

You were snapped out of your fantasies by the small garden goblin running towards you with a spiked staff. Where the fuck did he get that from?

Do these guys not have one normal weapon on them? Where do they get all this ridiculous stuff from?

You dodged his attacks and his futile attempts at trying to spear you like Dracula, until he got tired and his swings turned sloppy. Finding an opening way too easily, you caught the end of the staff with your right hand and turned your left into an uppercut diving it under his chin. The impact of your hit had him landing in a star shape on the floor. His eyes rolled around unable to focus like birds chirped around his head.

Just as you were finished with him, mophead finally squeezed the living daylights out of the commander and let him fall splat to the floor. He wasn't dead. Just out of service for the day.

Sensing the ruckus in the hall, the rest of the guards from outside started piling up into the hall. You both walked towards each other until you were back to back. In other circumstances you would’ve loved the way your heavy breaths mingled and the way your shoulders shyly grazed each other. But now was not the time to crush on your new partner.

“Any chance you have a plan to get us out of here?” asked mophead. Guards surrounded you from all sides, covering all exit points. The only way to escape was to fight your way out.

“I’m guessing breaking some more necks wouldn’t hurt,” you replied hastily.

“You take the ones on the right. I take the ones on the left,” he directed.

With another nod, you both got into position and waited as the guards descended upon you.

A storm of fists came your way. You tried blocking them as much as you could but five to one was too much to handle without a weapon. Mophead noticed your struggle and tried to get rid of the three baton swingers in front of him. With a low sweep kick to their ankles they all fell over at once, hitting each other with the bats they were holding.

You were holding onto three bats with all your might, pushing your arm muscles to greater strength than they were capable of. Two guards sneaked behind you, ready to deliver a dangerous blow. Enishi intercepted them before they could carry out their plan, catching their arms mid swing and twisting their arms to inhuman angles.

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to hit a lady, especially from behind?” he said, towering over them, pushing them to their knees as they writhed in pain.

You finally managed to throw the three men backwards, taking to delivering a kick to each of them. By the time you were done with them you were breathing heavily. You were a good fighter, but your stamina was always holding you back. Mophead seemed to be more trained in that field though as you saw him cutting through the lines of guards with ease, taking down two or three at the time. And he was injured.

Five more guards circled both of you.

“Give me a hand,” you said as you ran towards mophead.

He sensed your idea right away. Latching your hand with his, you created enough momentum for him to pull you around in a circle to kick down all of the guards. Once you got both feet back on the ground looking for your next victims, you noticed the secure hand sitting idly on your waist.

Looking up at him, you saw he’s about a head taller than you. He was scanning the room too. Feeling you tense in his hold, he quickly dropped his hand from your waist and trained his gaze on the broken down door.

“We have to go before more of them come.”

“What about your crew? Are you just going to leave them here?”

“They can get out just fine by themselves,” he growled, annoyed and pissed enough to think of those fuckers too.

And with that he grabbed your hand and you made a run for it, stepping over the bodies of the commander's regiment, falling out into the precinct.

Next

Thank you for reading! Comments, notes and reblogs are always welcome :)

[infamous-if]

Are there any IFs you'd recommend? I have a demo hangover from yours and need to do something while I wait for Chapter 2 (begging for it)

*rubs palms*

M (@mwritesc) has recently released the demo to Cyprus and it is a gem! Her writing is mind blowing and so vivid.

@reapersbayif by @dakotawritesif ! I feel like I made my love for Striker known by now shshsh their writing truly comes to life. And they are so so nice.

@greatprotector-if ! The one word I can use to describe Cassian's writing is cozy. Like a warm hug <3

@fateunwritten-if heyyy shadow whats up haha me? just hanging out and not obsessing over ur existence haha

@stephschoices is writing a naruto IF ! also steph's art is awesome cries

@jaunefleurwrites if you want your heart squeezed and squished (in the best way) A World Without You is your jam

@zico-if Zico recently published the rewritten version of the demo and I was levitating reading it! Also how specific and abundant the customization is? awesome.

@unwilling-souls-if one name: Xander and the concept is so unique and fun like wow

@kalorphic's Novaturient. Agent X is everything to me yup

@coeluvr's Crown of Ashes and Flames. I love me some angst and drama and the opportunities for both are chefs kiss

@thegrandheist-if i love me some heists also i love the whole traveling back in time trope. it's one of my favs.

THERE'S A LOT MORE but I've truly become attached to these stories and characters and I am such a fan! Not only are they great writers but such great people! I recommend them allll

Edit: also yes I’m ready to have brainrot over wayhaven in 2 days

[balladxrecs]

ZORO RORONOA !!

fic recs, one piece

disclaimer— none of the fics are my own works. authors will be credited・if you see any discrepancies please inform me so i can fix it asap・will not link a single profile / masterlist multiple times・all recs originally posted on tumblr unless stated otherwise

☁️ — fluff・❤️‍🩹 — angst (with comfort)・💔 — hurt no comfort・🤭 — suggestive・🔥 — smut

⚠️ — dark content

. . .

[ HEADCANONS ]

[ DRABBLES ]

care about you ☁️・guilty-sugar

first time you give zoro a blowjob 🔥・undersero

gentleman ☁️・demonpiratehuntress

making zoro a real dad 🔥・angelltheninth

soft ☁️🤭・writtenbyrina

sword lessons 🔥・angelltheninth

[ FICS ]

all that i need (pt 1)・eclidse

kisses like heaven (pt 2)・eclidse

beg for it 🔥・lawsvalentine

the best gift is you ☁️・demonpiratehuntress

breaking point 🔥・starfinss

captain ☁️・calypsocolada

climbing through your window ☁️・undiscovered-horizon

cuddles ☁️・uramakimochi

cumdump 🔥・sashi-ya

the first time zoro says "i love you", he isn't sober (pt 1) ☁️・irisintheafterglow

the first time you tell zoro you love him, you aren't sober (pt 2) ☁️・irisintheafterglow

when you're both sober (pt 3) ☁️・irisintheafterglow

gilded 🔥・eelnoise

give into me 🔥☁️・bby-deerling

hard ❤️‍🩹・demonpiratehuntress

happy birthday, zoro ☁️・eureka-its-zico

he loves me ☁️・clare-875

hold me (still) ❤️‍🩹☁️・revasserium

how to disappear ❤️‍🩹☁️・zorobff

if he's a ghost, then i could be a phantom ☁️・irisintheafterglow

i got a boyfriend ☁️・pholla-jm

insight theory 🔥・eelnoise

intertwined ribbons ❤️‍🩹☁️・halfvalid

it terrifies me what i would do for you ❤️‍🩹・deathlikesdeep-dish

jealous ☁️・ undiscovered-horizon

kiss me sweet, swallow me whole ☁️🔥・revasserium

make a mess 🔥・bby-deerling

make you a mama 🔥・v4mphour

messy 🔥・tetzoro

napping with zoro & sanji ☁️・imamotherfuckingstar-lord

nothing serious ❤️‍🩹 🔥・httpsclarye

overprotective zoro ☁️・sleepymarimo

paradigm shift 🔥・eelnoise

period pain ☁️・demonpiratehuntress

pretty in that ☁️・halfvalid

put it on me ❤️‍🩹☁️・undiscovered-horizon

rip my heart open (devour what's truly yours) 🔥・yourtamaki

sail again ❤️‍🩹☁️・mydearlybeloathed

the sled problem ☁️・annievrse

slow it down 🔥・cloudzoro

sweat 🔥・eelnoise

through the night 🔥☁️・halfvalid

tiny mishap ☁️・daegall

unforgettable ☁️・angelic-muse

"we should get married" ❤️‍🩹☁️・grandlinedreams

wasted 🔥・willowbelle

wet dreams 🔥・obscure-imagines

whipped ☁️・zorosq

"you stalking me or something?" ☁️・grandlinedreams

zoro being in love with you ☁️・iluvzaddies

[ THIRSTS ]

baths・writtenbyrina

breeding・cloudzoro

fingering・yourtamaki

"i have a lot of feelings about zoro"・yourtamaki

mating press & breeding・yourtamaki

mean・galamalion

missionary・yourtamaki

missionary with zoro・marycorcarol

"not that pretty"・cloudzoro

perfume・yourtamaki

roronoa "i could eat a peach for hours" zoro・yourtamaki

sitting on zoro's lap・aseyaz

squirting・kenruu

teasing・bby-deerling

zoro's back・yourtamaki

zoro's earrings・yourtamaki

zoro gets handsy・yourtamaki

[ SMAU / TEXTS ]

lost・burts-baked-bees

— writers, if you’d like to have your story / name removed, please just message me and let me know and i’ll get right on that

@angelic-muse // @angelltheninth // @annievrse // @aseyaz // @bby-deerling // @burts-baked-bees // @calypsocolada // @clare-875 // @cloudzoro // @daegall // @deathlikesdeep-dish // @demonpiratehuntress // @eclidse // @eelnoise // @eureka-its-zico // @galamalion // @grandlinedreams // @guilty-sugar // @halfvalid // @httpsclarye // @iluvzaddies // @imamotherfuckingstar-lord // @irisintheafterglow // @kenruu // @lawsvalentine // @marycorcaroli // @mydearlybeloathed // @obscure-imagines // @pholla-jm // @revasserium // @sashi-ya // @sleepymarimo // @starfinss // @tetzoro // @undersero // @undiscovered-horizon // @uramakimochi // @v4mphour // @willowbelle // @writtenbyrina // @yourtamaki // @zorobff // @zorosq

[kalorphic]

who is the nicest author youknow/interact with?

Oh gawd, this is a tough one lol, I don’t think I could choose just one lol! I’m such a difficult person to talk to at the best of times though, so I don’t talk to these authors as much as I wish I did, but they’re all very lovely!

Nuala (@dyingstars-if) is both a gem and an absolute chaos gremlin to talk to, but I love her lol.

Mila (@milaswriting) has been a massive source of inspiration for me, and is always very supportive and lovely to talk to.

Steph (@mata-aetara-if) is both super sweet and super talented, and keeps me fed with both her art and her reblog tags.

Eleana (@absentia-if) is really easy to talk to and is very genuine. She also has a seemingly infinite amount of patience and I truly admire her for that bc I have none lol.

Zico (@zico-if) is a lot of fun to talk to, and used to show me favouritism so that was definitely a point in her favour, but she doesn’t anymore so now she’s just a jerk (affectionate) /lh.

Alli (@if-mirrormine) has been sorely missed, and I’m very, very glad that she’s back so I can capslock at her for every piece of angst she posts.

Jinx (@lapinlunaire-games) is always commenting encouraging and supportive things on peoples posts, and just being an all round very lovely person. Also has very good taste.

[gluion]

UPDATED AS OF SEPTEMBER 14, 2023, 6:30PM (GMT+8)

requests status ➵ slots are closed!

how to request ➵ send an ask following the format: "tbz member + one song from the list + possible scenario you want (not required)" and you will receive! if you're looking for a certain scenario, please be as descriptive as possible! please keep in mind that the song you pick will have a determined genre linked to it.

ex. "jacob + must be love by laufey + possibly reader just doing their own thing and jacob is just admiring, only for this scene playing out to be his realization of him falling in love"

guidelines/reminders ➵ i have every right to deny a request if i believe i cannot fulfill it or if i'm uncomfortable writing it ➵ please don't expect me to be speedy with requests... there is a chance i may not fulfill it LMFAO so don't come into my asks fully expecting smth ➵ most requests will be <10k and will most likely be focused on a certain scenario or two ➵ i will not write yandere or majorly toxic themes! but i will write fluff, suggestive/smut, and angst depending on the song you choose teehee! if you're worried that i may deny your request, just send it and i'll let you know if something about it is something i'm not comfortable to write about ➵ only writing x readers! ➵ requests won't be done on a "first come; first serve" basis!

a/n ➵ happy to announce that i am officially opening requests! yup, i thought that to beat my silly writer's block, i can start doing some requests for the time being. it's also my way of celebrating 200 followers!! i'll be opening limited slots for the time being. however, if i decide that i want to keep doing more requests, i may accept more later on.

song list ➵ and july by heize & dean ➵ apple cider by beabadoobee ➵ apple pie by lizzy mcalpine ➵ arms unfolding by dodie ➵ as long as it takes you by keshi ➵ backburner by niki ➵ bad by wave to earth ➵ bawat piyesa by munimuni ➵ calla by wave to earth ➵ cheese & wine by dpr live ➵ cherry wine by grentperez ➵ chocolate by day6 ➵ clementine by grentperez ➵ cologne by beabadoobee ➵ disconnected by 5sos ➵ everything has changed by taylor swift ft. ed sheeran ➵ hall&oates by yerin baek ➵ i like you by day6 ➵ in what world by lizzy mcalpine ➵ intertwined by dodie ➵ laputa by dpr live ft. crush ➵ let you break my heart again by laufey ➵ loner by yerin baek ➵ lowkey by niki ➵ maps by raffaella & hippo campus ➵ ocean floor by wave to earth ➵ old with you by grentperez ➵ on the drive home by niki ➵ one last time, please by dodie ➵ only by day6 ➵ opposite by sabrina carpenter ➵ pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine ➵ pasilyo by sunkissed lola ➵ paubaya by moira dela torre ➵ pour up by dean ft. zico ➵ put my hands on you by dean & anderson .paak ➵ pwede ba by lola amour ➵ right here by keshi ➵ san francisco by 5sos ➵ second best by laufey ➵ simple season by hippo campus ➵ somebody by keshi ➵ soren by beabadoobee ➵ take off all your cool by sabrina carpenter ➵ text me by dpr live ➵ the 1 by taylor swift ➵ tornado warnings by sabrina carpenter ➵ treacherous by taylor swift ➵ tuesday by hippo campus ➵ valentine by laufey ➵ waste the night by 5sos

[kiestrokes]

hi!! i just saved your fic rec list, and i was curious if you have a list of favourite writers?

Hey anon,

sooo my memory has been shit and to accompany that with the fact that I deleted my old blog with all of my fic recs/moots...this is gonna be a v small and personal list. also not limited to BTS writers!

I will alwaysALWAYS read anything @minisugakoobies writes. Their writing style just syncs incredibly well with my brain.

Me slipping back in here because I forgot my love @mochilatae (she’s on a hiatus) but Kay’s writing is so submersible 🫠

I am currently queueing up to read all of @still-with-koo and @axialitae masterlists.

I just read the most hilarious SKZ two-shot from @leviackermanscleaningbuddy and I really appreciate how they do non-explicit smut.

@chans-room is my favorite Channie writer, they get his personality sooo well (probably because they're married to a libra 😘).

@xjoonchildx Ana's fics are fucking hilarious and hot all at the same time.

@btsgotjams27 is my go-to for softer, romantic fics.

@eureka-its-zico does the angst in a way that makes my soul squeeze.

@bangtanintotheroom writes some delectably long smut scenes that make me 🥵

I still have a ridiculously long BTS smut rec list to finish, so you can find more writers there! Idk if it will come before or after my multi rec list, bc that's kind of where I prefer to read lately. Hope this was enough! 😬

[agust-june]

About me

Name: call me Agust June or just June

Age: 22

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Big 3: Gemini ♊️ 🌞 Libra ♎️ 🌙 Virgo ♍️ ⬆️

Idk if yall know this but I'm black. MINORS DNI

MASTERLIST

Here

WHO I WILL OR WILL NOT WRITE FOR

Who I write for: Got7 (except BamBam and Jackson), NCT (except for Hendery Jisung Chenle and Jeno) Seventeen, Moneta x, and any boy group that isn't on my I won't write for list.

Who I WILL NOT write for: Stray Kids, Enphypen, Jay Park, JYP, Zico, and other idols I find problematic.

Note: I am open to write about BTS however I'm not fully sure because I've had bad interactions with ARMY. Plus there's a lot of BTS content here. I am on the fence about Haechan I see that man as my son. I also might change my mind on Jisung and Chenle but please don't ask to me write anything as of now.

THINGS I WILL AND WON'T WRITE

What I will write: smut fluff and angst.

Kinks:

Daddy/mommy kink

Overstimulation

Degradation

Breeding

Temperature play

Role play

Pain kink

What I will NOT write:

Abuse (I can write toxic relationships as a cautionary tale but not too much detail but not abuse)

Rape

Omegaverse

Piss or shit play.

Self harm

Spit kink (it's not bad but I have a personal childhood issue with it)

Anything where the reader or idol turns into an animal and they fuck. Too weird.

Anything sexual with minors

Hs teacher au idc if the reader is 18 it's weird.

Requests: closed (I tried writing it before didn't work out.)

Disclaimer:

My page is for black kpop stans. If you are non black you are welcome too.

I write from inspiration or when something comes to me. I will get stuck what I'm writing on but I will come back to it. I will also note that I go to school and work so during the spring and fall I won't write much if I do I'm neglecting work. I do want to be interactive on my page so if you have any thoughts or suggestions let me know.

I will not tolerate any form of hate on my page. If you don't like a specific thing in my work don't read it. I will put warnings before my post. If I find you being racist on my page I will block you on my page. If I find you being hateful towards the lgbtq+ community and fat phobic towards plus size people I will block you. Minors please DO NOT interact with my posts (if you do it anyway please do it in silence or I will block you).

Closing remarks:

I don't bite unless you give me a reason! I hope everyone likes my content and enjoys. My goal is to become a better writer over time. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please don't hesitate to ask me.

[keii-starz]

abt to commit angst cuz of this song...

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Kim Joohyuk. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Zico - Block B. ✦ Data de nascimento: 14/09/1992. ✦ Idade: 31 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Gentil, bondoso e amigo. ✦ Defeitos: Desapegado, rude e impaciente. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Bartender do Dionysus Lounge e Dono do grupo Kim. ✦ Twitter: @MO92KJ ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Joohyuk é um homem muito solícito e que gosta de ajudar e ser responsável pelas pessoas, talvez isso venha dos cuidado que teve que ter com a irmã quando mais novo, também gosta de estar presente nas reuniões de condomínio como um bom condómino, além de ser um grande festeiro que está sempre atualizado sobre as festas que tem na cidade, geralmente não perde nenhuma. Como é bartender, não é difícil ouvir todos os tipos de drinks saindo do bar do maior, por isso não é o cara mais quieto do lugar, no mais, é um bom rapaz.

TW’s na bio: abuso de uso de álcool, falecimento materno e paterno, citação a doença (câncer).

Biografia:

Como que uma família bem estrutura ia a ruína do dia para a noite?

Em uma manhã florida, nascia um pequeno menino em meios aos primeiros dias de primavera em Gangnam-gu. Certa vez, seu pai, um empresário de grande renome, questionou à sua mãe qual seria seu nome e dali em diante a criança ficou conhecida como: Kim Joohyuk, um adorável menininho de uma família muito renomeada da Coreia do Sul, que era muito esperava por seus pais. O primogénito da família, entretanto, não havia vindo sozinho, tendo consigo uma irmã da mais nova que por sua vez se davam muito bem, ele sempre a defendia de tudo e de todos mesmo ainda muito pequeno achava que aquela era sua missão, sendo assim um irmão coruja desde muito cedo.

Joohyuk cresceu, até seus sete anos de idade com sua mãe do lado, só que após essa idade uma devastação iria acontecer em sua vida: O falecimento e a perca de sua mãe para uma doença incurável. Nesse tempo, Joohyuk entendi perfeitamente tudo sobre qualquer assunto, sendo um menino prodígio ou quase isso, ele entendia bem o que estava acontecendo com sua família, com seus pais e principalmente com sua mãe, que estava sendo comida por uma doença pouco a pouco e silenciosamente, sem que ela pudesse dizer nada e aquele desconforto durou quatro anos de eternas lutas dia pós dia, até que sua mãe veio a falecer devido a recorrência de um câncer, nessa épica, o senhor Kim não dava mais conta dos filho, virou um grande beberrão, abandonando a sua própria empresa nas mãos do tio do menino, que agora comandava tudo mas mal queria saber das crianças que daquele casamento foram feitas, por isso que Joohyuk cresceu cuidando de sua irmã mais nova, como pai e vendo seu pai dia e noite bebendo, trazia más sentimentos para ele, o homem havia se tornado alguém completamente agressivo quando estava completamente bêbado e o único que estava ali para enfrentá-lo era o pequeno menino de onze anos de idade.

Vida difícil, ter que conciliar escola, os cuidados com a irmã e o medo constante de ser machucado pelo pai que não aceitava a partida de sua esposa. Aquela inconformação rendeu ao homem também uma doença, pela quantidade de álcool que tomava e acabou afetando seu fígado e estômago maneira surreal, eram noites ajudando seu pai a se recuperar com chás ou coisas que sua mãe ensinava à ele, como uma família tão bem estruturada havia chego àquele ponto? Ninguém sabia, menos ainda Joohyuk, que era só uma criança aquela altura. ele só fazia ou fez o que ensinaram à ele até o finalmente chegar mais uma vez. De luto agora pelo pai, chorava ao lado de sua irmã e que iam embora ao lado dos avós maternos, que futuramente viraria a lembrança de pai e mãe que eles tiveram. Foram tempos difíceis, muito complicado, e geralmente cheios de altos e baixos e perguntas: Porque o pai deles não havia pensado neles quando sua mãe faleceu? Porque aquilo tinha que acontecer com a sua família sendo que existiam tantas pessoas ruins pelo mundo? Porque tinha que acontecer com ele e com sua irmã mais nova que não merecia passar por aquilo tudo, ainda que eles estivessem juntos naquela jornada?

Talvez isso deve tê-lo tornado rebelde na adolescência, que pode-se dizer que seus avós comeram um belo doce.

Quando completou seus dezesseis anos de idade e estava no colegial sua vida virou uma eterna loucura, bebida assim como seu pai, não ao ponto de ficar agressivo ou bêbado, mais contente sim, matava aula e fazia extrapolarias pelo local que conhecia como colégio, Joohyuk era ainda aquele menino prodígio, por essa razão não podia ser expulso de um colégio tão bom com notas acima de 8,5, apesar de tudo ele dava o melhor de si e era focado, tanto em suas notas quanto na criação de sua irmã mais nova, coisa que seus avós não interferia e quando fechava seus olhos pensava em tudo o que tinha acontecido consigo, as lágrimas caíam e transbordavam por sua rosto limpo e claro, ele ainda não estava pronto para aquela conversa, mas a verdade é que sentia saudades de quando era mais novo e quando tinha seus pais alegres e sorridentes por perto. Por vir de uma família rica, ais dezenove anos de idade, começou a estudar numa universidade de renome e conheceu uma pessoa a quem despertou desejos nele, mas nunca admitiu, era a única vez que tinha se afastado da sua irmã por tão longo tempo, e quando terminou tais estudos de administração, resolveu aplicar sua vingança contra seu tio, tomando conta de tudo que tinha direito por nome. Seus avós nesse época não eram contra as suas atitudes, até achavam certo, e assim foi feito, ele conseguiu, tomar conta de tudo que era seu por lei e agora era um grande magnata dos negócios, por mais que não gostasse de ser reconhecido, sendo assim um homem de várias facetas para que pudesse se esconder, todos sabiam que a rede de hotel era do grupo Kim e referente ao presidente Joohyuk, mas quem era Joohyuk? Existiam muitos na Coreia do Sul.

Para se esconder da pressão de ser “presidente” de uma empresa, colocou seu melhor amigo como disfarce e com isso comprou uma casa no Mount Olympus, um lugar de grande renome, além de ser bem espaçoso, ali ninguém iria descobrir que ele era o tal Joohyuk tão “bem visto” pela empresa, assim como também arrumou um emprego de bartender em um famoso bar da cidade, sendo assim, escondendo ainda mais sua idêntidade e apesar de tudo, ainda usava seu nome de batismo, até porque: Realmente, quantos Joohyuk existiam na Coreia do Sul.

Aos 30 anos de idade, atualmente, visitava sua irmã mais nova com frequência, mas tinha sua própria cara, seu próprio negócio e o que faltava na sua vida? Bom, eu acho que nessa história nós vamos descobrir juntos...

[angelaw-07]

Preview: Wish you could see me now

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, swearing, arguments, a little smut, includes more BND members, appearance of Zico.

Author's note: This is my first time writing on Tumblr or on any social website.. so please be lenient and don't criticise. THX.. :)

You and Taesan used to have a reasonably healthy relationship together, arguments were partially scarce and most of your friends were overly jealous of your handsome boyfriend despite him knowing just a tiny bit of english. You were grateful too, but once Taesan joined the archery team on the college squad, you noticed a big change in his behaviour and the way he spoke to you. He wasn't a gentleman anymore and stopped showering you in verbal and physical love.

One night, after Sungho's birthday party, something snapped within Taesan and a full heated argument sparked between you. The argument was so intense that at one point, you forgot what you were arguing about. Until Taesan gave up and decided to end things for his benefit. You left bitterly with no intention of looking back.

Although, months after the breakup, Taesan still can't help but dream and wish that he hadn't argued, that he hadn't joined the team. As he starts trying to bring the ties back together, you meet one of Taesan's friends, sparking a small budding relationship. You slowly learn secrets about Taesan that he never mentioned and you never noticed. But with Taesan trying desperately to mend what he broke, can you really bring yourself back to loving someone like him again?

Word Count Summary: 212 words, 1,240 characters

[kpoptrashboiii]

Welcome to my page! Honestly I have no idea how this app works but here is some stuff about me!

I write on Wattpad predominantly but I don't upload a lot of my work due to my ADHD so I am planning on just posting some here.

I listen to:

Nct (all units), BTS (rarely anymore), Stray kids, TXT (Rarely), Enhyphen (rarely), newjeans, nmixx, kard, Mamamoo, (g)-idle, Jay Park, blackpink, seventeen, Itzy, xg, bibi, yugyeom, ash island, ive, dean, twice, dpr Ian, dpr live, xdinary heroes, exo, superm, dreamcatcher, big naughty, ph-1, Zion.t, grey, Jackson wang, the rose, wonho, woodz, bewhy, ateez, red velvet, kingdom, omegax, day6, zico, MCND, block b, bigbang, and monsta x

I will write:

Smut, angst (rarely), fluff, reactions, and text scenarios

I may upload fanfiction

If you request a story:

If it's smut the idol MUST be OVER 18

That's pretty much it, thank you for reading.

[woonhakist]

this might be a lot of me just repeating myself (calling woonhak stupid) BUTTT any and all teenage boys deserve it at one point idk 🤷‍♀️

ugh the reminiscing has me in my feels (especially since im listening to here i am) like UGH if only zico didnt want them so bad then yn and woonhak coulda stayed together 😫💔 maybe woonhak should be saying “if u love me let me go” to zico instead cuz homies bouta just dip and leave the love of his life for that Krazy Outrageous Zungle (i would too actually its ok woonhak i forgive u for wanting to be w mr naneun saepping)

the sheer FEELS in this one omfg ugh amped up the angst by a factor of 1000.981☝️🤓 i may be treating this like its sumn super lighthearted but holy shit if i were yn i would be depressed for the next like 6 business months or more like imagine missing out on the opportunity that is KIM WOONHAK even if hes a stupid teenage boy hes still precious 💔

if i had to pick one to be the canon ending id pick this one cuz UGH omg the “i have to leave the loml forever” (not rlly forever) angst is SO GOOODDD omfg THANK U FOR AN EVEN MORE BANGING OMI BANGER 🙌

if you love me, let me leave . . .

⋆｡˚ kim woonhak + female!reader

･ﾟ♪ ending two of, the day i met you series ← (♡°▽°♡)

this news made your world go silent, filled with an immense amount of mixed feelings. and no matter how much you want to make it work, an industry like that made it feel impossible.

✩ tags : adults dni. angst. the 'bad' ending. ♡ word count : 1.0k ✩ notes : this is the second ending out of the two! i'm very happy to get this series over with so i hope everyone enjoys hehe. ♡ taglist : @woon2u @lumixen @woonhakist @jungwoning @yumicherryii

in that moment, the world around you went quiet. the sound of your unsteady breaths were the only thing you could hear. warmth overtook you, tears threatening to drop past your waterline as you look at the boy in front of you.

these words ran through your head at an unforgivable pace, feeling trapped in the heat of your own body. with no other choice but to stare blankly at the boy in front of you, he was yet to make proper eye contact. 

his bottom lip quivered, biting back the idea of breaking down in front of you. guilt chewed its way through his heart, his head, yet there was a sense of relief underlying it all. and while it ate away at him, it was killing you.

“woonhak please tell me you’re joking i– i can’t lose you.” you stammer, vocalizing the wave of feelings that washed over you.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i would’ve told you sooner but it got so complicated i–” 

“then– then why didn’t you tell me, instead of waiting the night before you had to leave?!” you question him, choking out. there was a hint of anger tangled in your words.

“i was so scared how you’d react. fuck i don’t know.” he exhaled, throwing his head back in an attempt not to cry.

“you know i’m so proud of you woon, if anyone knows how passionate you are about this, i do…” you pause, “but it didn’t even feel like you were my boyfriend for the past few weeks, is that what it took to hide it from me? pretending like i didn’t even exist?’

“it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, y/n. i love you more than anything… you don’t think i thought about us every single day? about how maybe we could work this out?” he runs a hand through his hair, finally looking at you.

when he finally saw you, your whole body was trembling, tears staining your soft cheeks. your fists were balled up tightly at your sides, crescent moons forming into your skin underneath. this was when he realized how badly he broke you.

“we could’ve talked about it together woon. and while i was thinking i did something to hurt you, instead you were planning to move to a completely different country.” you sob, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

woonhak approached you, embracing your shaky figure in a hug that you hadn’t felt in some time. you returned the action, crumpling the back of his shirt in your hands. the scent of his worn out cologne swarmed your senses, making everything a lot harder. 

this lasted awhile, the sound of your muffled sobs into his shoulder making his heart ache. 

“you know how in love with you i am right? i don’t regret any moment we’ve spent together.” he mumbled, rubbing your back lovingly. “but it’s going to be really fucking hard to maintain this, especially with how hard the idol industry is.”

“then what does that mean for us?” you sniffled, lifting your face away from his shirt to look at him with your glossy eyes.

“i want nothing more than to believe it will work, but i don’t want to see you hurting if it get’s too much.”

“but i want to be with you,” you whispered, voice trembling, “i’ll wait for you woonhak. i want to be apart of your life so bad even if it’s from a distance...”

“i can’t do that to you, y/n. you deserve so much love, and i don’t know if i’ll be able to give it to you in these circumstances.” he frowns, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“woon i–”

“i need you to promise me you’ll find someone who can give you what i can’t right now. promise you’ll let yourself be happy regardless of what happens, and that you won’t hold back because of me.” his voice was laced with concern.

“please don’t give up on us.” you cry, letting his fingertips wipe your tears away.

“if you love me, you have to let me go.” his expression begins to mimic yours, droplets falling under his eyes.

“but i can’t.” you respond, saddened by seeing him cry.

“i know you can. if everything lines up in the future, we can always try again.” woonhak smiles sadly, bringing your face closer to his in a tender kiss.

his lips were cold from the deep of the night, yet molding against the warmth of yours intimately. there was a sense of longing, like you were chasing his lips to keep them to yourself forever. you couldn’t let yourself forget his kiss, embracing it in a way that it could be engraved against your skin.

despite this, it couldn’t last forever. when the two of you pulled away, everything became quite clear. all the time you’ve lost in the past week made you think about how extremely stupid he was. a stupid boy, that was stupidly yours. and while you didn’t want to admit it, this would probably be your final moment together for a really long time. 

your eyes dug into his skull, afraid of letting him out of your sight. leftover tears made the sight blurry, so you quickly blinked them away to see him better. and even though every aspect of this scene was sad, he never lost his smile.

“you’ve always been so pretty under the moonlight, i still remember admiring you the night of the party; when we told eachother goodnight.”

“god you’re making this so much more difficult if you keep saying stuff like that.” you furrow your eyebrows.

“i can’t help that every single little thing we’ve done together is replaying in my head right now.” he noted, rubbing circles into your hand.

“just don’t forget about me woon. i’ll always be here waiting for you.” 

“i could never forget my first love, and every single time i got to call her mine.”

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･ﾟ♪ the day i met you series ← (♡°▽°♡)

[severetimetravelnerd]

Uncomfortable (MINO ft. Zico)

Hey guys! So this is my first scenario. It’s around 4k words, and it’s angsty and fluffy, cause the feels for this duo hit me hard, so prepare yourself. I hope you enjoy it!!

all credit for images goes to original owners. I do not own any of the images used. 

You liked Jiho. You knew you liked him, but you knew he would never like you back. At least, not the way you did, and you were okay with it. You thought that as long you were friends with him, it’s okay. You did your very best to hide your feelings, because you knew that your friendship with him meant too much to you for you to risk it over feelings. He was always there for you. It wasn’t all one-sided though. You were always there for him. When he fought with his friends, or he fought with his girlfriend, you were the one helping him. You were the only one who had seen him bawl his eyes out at 3 am and you were the only one who would silently sit and pat his back while he did. You guys had each other’s backs. At least that’s what you thought.

You were actually Mino’s friend before you were Jiho’s friend. You and Minho go way back. You were Minho’s best friend, which is how you met Jiho. Mino introduced you to him. Minho was also the only person who knew about your feelings for the infamous Zico. Minho was the one you went to went listening to Jiho talking about his love life got too hard, or when the jealousy got too much. Minho also kept telling you to get over him, but it’s never that easy.

One night, you were at Minho’s place, doing a Disney marathon that he insisted on because you had never really watched any Disney movies as a child, (he was right. Why do Disney movies have to be so good?!), when Jiho called you. You were just about to start watching Moana when the phone rang. Your phone was with Minho, and he took one look at the phone, jokingly rolled his eyes and said,” oh god. Just ignore his call, y/n. Moana’s more important!” while handing you your phone. You looked down at your phone and smiled at the picture of him for a second before answering.” Heyy. What’s up with the midnight call? Everything okay?” You thought you could hear the smile in his voice when he replied saying,” Yeah yeah, don’t worry. Everything’s fine, but I need your help getting home. I’m out clubbing. I thought I wouldn’t drink, but I did and now I can’t drive myself home. Can you come pick me up? It’s close to your place.” You didn’t even bother telling him you were at Minho’s place and it would take you more time. You simply said,” sure. Text me the address.”

You were gathering your wallet, phone and other stuff and explaining things to Minho at the same time. He sighed, gathered his things and said,” Why can’t he just take a cab like a normal person? Why couldn’t you just say you’re at my place? Geez..” Sheepishly, you said,” Mino-ya, it’s not that easy!” He just smiled, ruffled your hair and said,” I know, which is why I’m coming with you! I can’t let my best friend do this alone.” You were suddenly overwhelmingly grateful for Minho, and you hugged him and mumbled, “thank you” into his sleeve.

You and Minho were near the club, and Minho had texted Jiho to come out and wait, mainly because the two of you were in sweats and no self-respecting club would let you guys in. You could see him on the sidewalk, and you rolled down the window to call him. You tried yelling his name out a couple of times, but he didn’t hear you, which you finally realised was because he was on the phone. As you got closer to him, you could hear what he was saying and after that, you sincerely wished that you had never heard him.

Jiho, on the other hand, was looking up at the sky and laughing his ass off. “Ahh hyung, don’t scare me like that. You and I both know I would never date y/n. I just keep talking to her because I feel bad for her. I know I’m single and all, but I can’t stand the thought of dating her. As it is, she made it really obvious that she likes me. She’s so clingy it makes me uncomfortable. My friends make so much fun of me because of her.” He paused for a while, and then said,” oh no, I can’t talk to her about it. She’s Minho’s friend. Things would get messy if I hurt her feelings. Anyway, I gotta go now Hyung. She’ll be here to pick me up any moment now.”

You had heard every word of what Jiho said, and more than him not liking you back, it was the fact that he never once thought of you as a friend that hurt you. You couldn’t process that he knew that you liked him, and he still chose to call you when he was drunk, knowing he’d only be giving you false hope. He was only talking to you because of Minho. You made him uncomfortable, and he pitied you, but he still took advantage of you and called you to help him knowing you wouldn’t say no. That realisation made your blood boil. You were furious, not only with him but also with yourself, because you had let him fool you, pity you and betray you. You were also incredibly hurt, because you trusted him and poured your heart out to him, not knowing that he was laughing at you the whole time. You were also sad, because you fell for the nice, kind, caring and sweet Jiho, not an asshole with no sense of consideration for someone else’s feelings. This was all too much for you to take in. The influx of emotions just made you shut down. You could neither hear nor say anything.

You were also the only one in the car who heard Jiho’s conversation. Minho had no clue what happened. You stayed frozen in the driver’s seat when Minho got out and called Jiho. You just continued driving home while Minho and Jiho talked. When you finally got close to Jiho’s house, Jiho asked the both of you to come in for some drinks. You were too much in shock to say anything, but luckily for you, Minho decided to be clingy, and said,” Nope. No way. You made us interrupt a movie marathon. We have to get back to it. Now you go get lost and don’t drink too much.” Jiho laughed and left. As you drove off, Minho put his hand on your shoulder and asked,” Y/n, are you okay? You didn’t really say much in the car.” And then, you cracked. Immediately, you pulled over, looked ahead in shock, and said,” Minho, can you drive?” He looked very confused, but he decided not to question you about it, and silently switched seats. Minho knew you were crying as you were looking out of the window, and that something had upset you, but he also knew you needed your space to cry. He knew you’d tell him when you felt like talking about it.

The two of you got to Minho’s place, and you absolutely did not want to be left alone with your thoughts. He was in the process of switching off the tv, when you went and hugged him, and asked him if you could stay the night. He didn’t even bat an eyelid and said, “If you think I’m going to let you be alone right now, you’re dumber than I thought.” And for the rest of the night, Minho just hugged you and let you cry it all out, never once stopping to question you. When you were finally exhausted from crying, he ran his fingers through your hair, because he knew that it was the best way to calm you down, until you fell asleep. As he held a sleeping you in his arms, he cursed Jiho for making you cry and held you a little tighter.

 When you woke up the next morning, you realised both you and Minho fell asleep like that. You quietly wriggled out of his arms and checked your phone, only to find a text from Jiho asking whether you wanted to get hangover soup with him. You scoffed and threw your phone to the side, deciding at that very moment that you were done, and you were cutting him out of your life. You started making breakfast, but you were kind of clumsy, so you ended up waking Minho up. He slowly made his way to the kitchen, bed head and all, and you looked up to see a puffy faced, sleepy Minho, and sleepy Minho is clingy. He came and gave you a back hug as you handed him his tea, and looking at him, you smiled to yourself, thanking the world for Minho’s existence.

After the both of you had your tea, you slowly explained what happened the previous night. Minho waited till you were done explaining everything that you heard, and although you could tell he was furious, he waited and asked you what you wanted to do. You then told him that you wanted to cut Jiho out of your life, and although Minho wanted nothing more than to beat the crap out of Jiho for treating you that way, he knew that it was your decision to make, and whatever decision you made, he would respect that.

You and Minho then sat and blocked Jiho of every form of social media. You assumed that since he felt uncomfortable around you, he would be only too happy at what happened and would never contact you again. You tried to tell yourself you deserved better, but every time you thought of him, a series of conflicted emotions took over you. You missed spending time with him, but you also hated everything about how he treated you. It was very rough on you, and over the next few weeks, Minho was the only thing keeping you going. He refused to let you be alone and as far as possible, he was always at your place, making sure you know you have someone who’s there for you. In fact, he practically moved into your place just to make sure you were okay.

Woo Jiho, on the other hand, was very confused. At first, when you cut him off, he thought something was wrong with your phone, because he just couldn’t comprehend the thought of you not replying to him. He kept trying to reach you, because who else would put up with his rants at 3 am, but it just wasn’t working, so he thought you’d drop in in a few days. He waited for you, but you never did drop in. He didn’t understand why, but ever since you stopped talking to him, he felt oddly uneasy and upset. He knew he could just call Minho, but ever since you started liking him, Minho had been treating him rather coldly. One night, he couldn’t take the uneasiness anymore, and he went and got drunk. He tried calling you to pick him up, but it never got through. He then tried calling Minho. Minho was at your house, but after he checked to make sure that you were fast asleep, he went out on the balcony, and took the call.

Minho answered and said, “if it’s not important, I’d rather not talk.” Jiho, completely drunk, said, “of course it’s important. Why isn’t y/n answering my calls?” Minho wanted nothing more than to just hang up, but he tried to force himself to stay calm, and said,” she blocked you.” Jiho couldn’t understand why, but that deeply upset him, and he said,” why the fuck did she block me? She fucking loves me, Minho. Don’t lie.” The absolute nonchalance in Jiho’s tone when he spoke about your feelings for him pushed Minho over the edge, and he lost it. “you bloody bastard. You knew about her feelings, you took advantage of them, and then you have the fucking nerve to say she makes you uncomfortable?” Jiho was shocked. He was definitely scared about how you found out and how you reacted, but like a cornered animal, he decided not to think back on his behaviour, and just lash out.” Yeah. I knew. So what if I knew? She really did make me uncomfortable. Good that she’s out of my life. I can’t keep keeping people I pity around me like that.” Minho’s fists were clenched and his knuckles turned white. He ground his teeth and said,” you bloody self-absorbed prick. She deserves so much better than you. I’m glad she’s out of your life.” And he cut the call.

That phone call had really gotten Minho worked up, and he stayed out on the balcony cursing Jiho for a while. After a while, you woke up realising that Minho got gotten out of bed. You sleepily rubbed your eyes and went looking for him. You found him on the balcony, cursing Jiho, and as soon as you saw that, you knew Jiho must have called him. Surprisingly enough though, you didn’t even think about Jiho for a minute and all you wanted to do was to make sure Minho felt better. Minho hadn’t heard you walk up to him, so when you hugged him, he jumped a little. He hugged you back and as you snuggled into him, he kissed the top of your head, and thought to himself,” just stay happy, please. I can’t stand watching you be sad.”

 So, you slowly made some progress and moved on. You slowly forced yourself to forget Jiho, and Minho was your rock when things were tough. He was always there for you, and went out of his way to make sure you were happy. He helped you remember what love and affection felt like, and made you realise the importance of treating yourself with care too. You kept reminding yourself that you couldn’t let someone treat you the way Jiho did, and in due time, you forgot your feelings for him. It also helped that you starting to have feelings for someone else.

Minho had always loved you as a friend, but one day, he woke up and realised that he loved you as so much more. You were everything to him. You had been with him through all those harsh trainee years, through all the scandals, through all the hate, and you had always given him unconditional love and support. You never forced him to explain himself, and just accepted him. You also called him out when he knew he was being an ass. And slowly, like that, Minho fell for you. He didn’t know exactly when, but over time, he realised he loved every little part of you. He tried hiding his feelings for a while, because he knew you liked Jiho. Every time he saw you upset over Jiho, his heart broke a little more, and when he saw you cry because of him, he regretted introducing the two of you. He still loved you, but he didn’t want to take advantage of you when you were hurt and confused. Little did he know that you had slowly begun to fall for him.

 Jiho, on the other hand, had no idea what to make of things. Deep down, he knew what he said about you was a lie. He knew that he liked you, he trusted you and he missed you, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He knew that you never made him uncomfortable, and in fact, you were the only person he could unabashedly be himself around, but he started lying to himself the day some of his friends found out about you liking him. They had never liked you, and they found the idea of a lovesick you absolutely hilarious. So, they started making fun of you, and when they turned to Jiho for reinforcement, he just went along with it, because he didn’t want to admit that he also liked the person they were making fun of. He just wanted to be liked and accepted.

But he couldn’t exactly admit defeat, could he? He thought you’d still come back to him, and that everything would go back to normal, but you never came. He didn’t want to admit that he had liked you all along to the friends who made fun of you. He didn’t want to have to explain to Minho why things turned out the way they did, but more than anything else, he was ashamed to have let you down. He couldn’t bear the thought of facing you and explaining to you why he behaved like as ass. So, he decided to wait. But he also knew your birthday was coming up, and he promised himself that if by then things hadn’t worked out, he would put his pride and idiocy and everything else behind him and just beg for your forgiveness, because if nothing else, during the time you spent ignoring him, he realised he needed you in his life.

 It was the night before your birthday. Minho was spending the night at your place, to bring in the day with you. Once it was midnight though, Minho was nowhere to be found. You were very confused, and a little hurt, but you went ahead and spoke to your parents for a while. After the phone call, you got tired of waiting for him, and you decided to look for him. You checked every room in the house, and you were about to go and look outside, when you heard soft music coming from the balcony. You made your way there, and what you saw made your heart melt. Minho had strung fairy lights on the railing, made a blanket fort, set down a bottle of wine and a box of brownies, and was waiting for you with something behind his hands.

With a soft smile on your face, you walked over to him. He was standing there, with a nervous smile and he said,” oh thank god you came. I was starting to get scared you would never come.” You looked around, and asked,” Mino-yaa, what is all this?” He didn’t say anything. He just smiled, kissed your forehead, made you sit down, and handed you earphones connected to his phone. When you looked up at him, surprised, he just shrugged and said, with a blush,” just listen to it.”

You did, and words don’t even come close to describing the way you felt when you heard the song he wrote for you. The song was an ode to your friendship, what you meant to him, and how that changed over the years. It was about how he would do anything to make you happy, but he would like nothing more than to be that special someone for you. It was about how he was scared that his confession would change your friendship, but he was more scared of regretting not telling you. Lastly, it was about hoe no matter how you responded, he would always be your best friend who loves you, and would continue to do anything to make you happy, even if it meant staying away from you.

Minho was nervously waiting for you to say something when you finished listening to the song, but you were silent. He couldn’t deal with the tension and he started rambling. “Oh, I knew I should have gotten ramyun for tonight. I know ramyun is your favourite. But then, I ate a lot of ramyun when I was in the studio, so I don’t really know what to do. Maybe I should have gotten something else? Did you not want brownies?” but that’s when you cut him off by kissing him. You felt him freeze when he first felt your lips on his, but slowly, as though he couldn’t believe what was happening, he relaxed into the kiss, and took over, and by god, it was the best kiss you ever had. You never thought unfamiliarity would be something you’d associate with Minho, but that exciting unfamiliarity to this side of Minho was exactly what made you melt into the kiss, your knees giving way because it was just too toe-curlingly sexy.

 The next day, Jiho had it all planned out. He found out from a mutual friend that they were throwing a party for you at your favourite restaurant, and he knew he fucked up big time, so he went all out. He bought a gigantic bouquet of pink lilies, your favourite flowers, and he put together a basket full of all the things you like; the one ramyun flavour you love, your favourite chocolates( homemade, from this tiny shop near the park), some earrings he knew you’d like, some snacks, some stationary, and much more. He also had a letter, where he wrote down exactly how he felt about everything that happened. He was finally feeling a little better about things. He was making his way to the restaurant, with this dumb smile on his face with the thought of just seeing you again. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, that he didn’t realise you and Minho were walking just ahead of him, hand in hand.

He only snapped out of it and realised that the two of you were right in front of him when he saw Minho stop in the middle of the sidewalk and kiss your hand. All of a sudden, he had a bad feeling in his stomach, and he started watching the two of you closely. Minho kissed your hand, glanced at you with love, and said,” Wait. Before we go in, I want to give you my present.” Jiho’s heart sank when he saw you blush, laugh and say,” oh god, Minho, you’ve already given me a gift I have no words for. What more could I possibly want?” Minho smiled at you, and reached into his pocket. He took out a silver chain with a pendant, a pendant of a sunflower, and reached around your neck to put it on. As he was putting it on, he leaned down, and whispered in your ear, “it’s a sunflower. On a light-hearted note, it’s a happy flower. You make me happy, and I want you to always be happy. On a symbolic note, it’s symbol of dedicated love.” He leaned back, looked at you, smiled and said,” just in case I haven’t told you just how much I love you.”

You were red from all the blushing, but also incredibly happy. You stood on your tip-toes, cupped his cheek and kissed him, saying “I love you too Song Minho.” It was a beautiful moment, but it was interrupted by a phone call Minho got. Minho started cursing halfway through the call, and finally cut the call, and sighed. You were a little worried, and you asked him what happened. “One of our idiot friends told Jiho where the party would be because apparently, he wanted to see you and apologise. This friend suddenly decided to call and ask whether you’re okay with it.” You turned pale, and as Jiho saw your reaction, his knuckles wrapped around the bouquet got a little whiter as well. Minho turned to you and asked you,” what do you want to do about it? Are you okay with him attending?”, because while Minho definitely didn’t want him there, he knew not to make decisions for you. You stood silently for a minute and then replied saying,” no. He makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Jiho couldn’t hear anything you said after that because of the ringing in his ears. He missed his chance with you, and now you were gone, forever. The selfish side of him wanted to just pull you away from Minho, but he knew that he had messed with your life enough. He knew that you deserved happiness, even if it wasn’t him making you happy. He turned around and walked away.

Something told you to turn around, and when you did, you saw a bouquet and a basket in the trash, and the sad, lonely, slumped over figure of a man walking away.  

[daebak-dreams]

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Anon asked: Hi, I’m a new follower, but could I request a mafia/slight yandere Zico scenario where his s/o is one of his maids, and he falls for her??❤️

Oh my gosh! I love this! I had been writing something along the lines of a ZICO and Dean mafia AU last year but never got around to posting it, but this is brilliant! Maybe I will post it after all! But here you go sweetie!

Zico + Reader

Rated: (M)

Gender: Mafia | Light Yandere | Romance

“We met less than a week ago and in that time I've done nothing but lie and cheat and betray you. I know. But if you give me a chance...all I want is to protect you. To be near you. For as long as I'm able.”

It was you. It had always been you. Well, only since the beginning of that month where he had met you, but still, it was you.

He had never yearned for anything so bad in his life, besides money, and power; but he was never one to flock after someone else. Most women gravitated towards him, and for what? His money? Looks? Status perhaps? That’s what made him so cold and bored when it came to “catching feelings” or dare he say the “L” word.

Love.

Sure he loved things too. Seeing a beautiful, voluptuous lady, dancing on him in the silhouette of the club’s colorful, flashing lights. Taking a swig from a malt whiskey on the rocks, that would surely burn his throat at first, but bring him a feeling of calm soon after. Money. And most of all, the woman who brought him into this world, his mother.

But other people? There was no way he could use that word towards them. Not even the word liked, crossed his mind, until you.

You needed a job, desperately enough to even consider taking such a job as tending to the house of a well known mobster. You had previously worked for helping to tend a local cafe down the street from this job, but that was soon pulled from under your feet as it came to a close from slow work and less money coming in. The owner, whom you had known for years, had mentioned that his older brother knew a friend who was looking for someone to help with housekeeping, but of course didn’t give too much detail. It wasn’t until you had been brought into the lavish palace that you had suspicions, still you decided not to ask questions.

It was a job, and a job you instantly got so there was no reason to question or complain about it.

The first week was hell. You put up with the berrading and sleezy comments from other men that came in and out the house while you did your cleaning duties. They continued to harass you with comments about your outfit to the way you were cleaning certain things. You admit, it hurt and you just wanted out, but you couldn’t quit now. You just had to push through.

However, after another two weeks of that, you had had enough. Instead of quitting you decided that it was best to try and talk with the head of household. That’s where you first met him. Jiho Woo. He wasn’t as easy on the eyes, that matched his sharp personality. He was indeed handsome, but you his narrow and cold eyes, that starred you down as you were escorted inside, made you freeze up, making you forget what you had went in there for in the first place, for a quick minute.

He opened his mouth as he began.

“What’ya need sweetheart?” He asked as he gave you another quick glance over before going back to writing something down.

This took you by surprise, being as the way he looked, you thought his voice would match. “Uh- well I was wondering if you could tell the other men if they could wait to make commentary until I’ve left for the day? It really makes me uncomfortable if I’m being honest..”

“Huh..?” This made him look up and over at you again, only this time with a small smirk of amusement. “My men are free to say and do what they want. This is partially their humble abode too,” He continued as he leaned back in his chair while propping up his feet on one corner of the giant crafted desk. “You’re just the guest, and I’m paying you, am I not?”

“Yes sir..” it took you a while to gather words, any words, as after he said that, it felt as if he had shoved all you just said, right back down your throat until it grew into a right and painful ball. “I’m sorry.” You said abruptly as you made your way out the room and back to work.

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“Why did you say that?!..Idiot...”

Jiho stood there, beating him up about the first time he officially talked with you, as he stood there in the same place that it took place. The door handle turned and pulled back as the door opened, before one of his men walked in, dragging another man into the room who was curssing at the top of his lungs.

“Let me go you stupid f*ck! I’ll *uckin’ k*ll you!”

“Shut up!” The man holding him yelled back while thrusting his fist into his mouth.

Jiho calmly walked over to him as put a foot against his head with a serious expression. “Is this him? The rat that has been sending information to the others!”

“Yep- This is him boss. What do you want us to do with him?”

He sniffed as he watched him start to squirm again and grow loud with a blank stare, before slamming his foot down on him. “You know what we do with rats..” He said as he pulled his foot away, and stood upright, watching as the man who yelled out just a second ago, lay there now in a painful daze.

“You got it boss” The tall, slender man said as he started to say as he dragged him away. “Want me to go get that pretty piece and have her clean this blood up? She would probably look better on her hands and knees huh boss?” He stifled a laugh but it didn’t last long as he was struck on the side of the face by Jiho’s burning fist.

“You better stop with the way you f*ckin’ talk bout her, you hear? Otherwise, you’ll end up joining this rat too. That goes for everyone, let them know too.” He said with an ice cold tone as he watched him hurrying out the room with a look of shock while nodding. “Of course sir- I’m sorry-“

“F*ck-“ He sighed as he leaned against the front of the desk while looking down at the bruise that started to form on his define knuckle. “Why the hell did I do that..?”

You had seen the whole thing from a sliver from the door that was open just slightly. This now confirmed it. You heard from friends that the house you had worked at was that of a dangerous mobster and his men. At first this didn’t scare you, as you didn’t believe it. There was no way that they would let someone such as yourself inside their hideaway, but now after seeing all of what just happened, you felt scared. You knew you had to get out of there, but how-

“(y/n)?” You felt your body grow stuck in place as the door creaked open, revealing Jiho standing there, his bruised hand, above you, holding the door, the other hand on his hip.

“Mr. Woo- I.” You panicked, but your body felt so heavy that you just couldn’t move. And how could you? If you ran after he knew what you had see, there’s no way he would let you leave. You were now a witness to the beating, or even worse, death, of that man. “ I didn’t see anything..I just...”

“Can you just get some ice and bring it here?” He exhaled and spoke out in an exhausted tone. He couldn’t help it. Seeing you, in so much fear and confusion, made him recoil. All the pent up frustration, made him tired in the end. He just needed a stiff drink.

“O-okay.” You said before zooming downstairs and going towards the kitchen. You could have just left, but you knew he had your information and could easily track you down, knowing that now he was a gang leader. There was no use. You decided you would take him the ice, then try and come up with a reason you had to go home. There was no way you could quit now; you thought that if you did he was sure to get to you before you could. It would just make things more suspicious.

You made your way back upstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. Finally there you were, meeting him, and him alone in the office.

“Here you go.” You said softly as you walked over to where he was, sitting on the chair a few good inches from the desk, and grabbed his hand to place the bag of ice on it, to which he quickly pulled away.

“The hell are you doing?!” He asked in surprise, though it sounded like anger. This made you take a step back to which he lowered his voice and arched eyebrows. “Sorry- I just meant that the ice was for my glass.” He said as he opened the bag, and pour the cubes into his glass with a clink, before pouring himself a stiff drink of that amber liquid. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He could feel the fine follicles on the back of his neck stiffen as his face grew hot in embarrassment. What the hell was this? Had you just made him anxious? No one had even done that before, not even when it came to his enemies and the many times they looked him in the eyes as they got close to taking his life.

Although you were at first, you could then sense the sincery in his voice and took a step towards him. “it’s okay..”

The air was thick and heavy as you waited for him to take a long and hard few gulps from his glass before setting it down again. You looked around the giant, dim room, only to stop your sight on the speckled blood that stained the rug.

“I- let me go get my materials to come clean that up before it seeps into it!” You started to say as turned to rush out, more so from this awkward atmosphere.

“(y/n) wait a minute-“ Jiho said abruptly as he started to get up from his seat.

You stopped in your tracks, still afraid from the scene before, worrried if you didn’t listen to him, you would get the same treatment as that unfortunate man.

“You don’t have to worry about it, m’kay?” He said reassuringly as he sat back down in his chair. “All I really want you to do, is stay, and listen.”

You were surprised by all of this but nodded as you came back and stood with your hands clasped together in front of you next to the desk he sat at.

Jiho knew in this moment, it was a big mistake for him to call you back in as you stood there, looking pretty, seriously pretty to him. He noticed your lovely features that made you, you. Your hair, the hues you had to your body, eyes, strands, lips, fingertips. How had he never seen you in this light before?

He reached for his glass to get another drink, but accidentally knocked it over onto him with a low and and frustrated growl, to which made you smile and giggle. You had never seen him so clumsy, but cool all the time so seeing his was a rare sight.

He quickly looked up at you just in time to see your smile, followed by your giggle, and couldn’t help but stare. This scared you though, thinking that you had made him mad for laughing at him, but that didn’t seem like the case as he smirked. “Wow- that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile around this crummy place.” This moment confirmed it. He had taken interest in you.

You could feel the air lessen and feel lighter as you blinked a few times before giving a small smile and shrug, “It’s because this is the first I’ve seen you being clumsy-“ You paused as your smile faded. “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Laughing at you- which I’m not! I just thought it was a little funny..”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to explain yourself or emotions. I should be the one apologizing.”

“What? For what?”

“I was a real d*ck to you, and so were my boys. You were just doing your job, and that’s not a way to treat a lady. That, and you having to see that mess from earlier.”

You looked down back towards the stained rug. That was sure to stick with you for sometime, but you were happy to have him acknowledge the treatment you were getting and felt happy to have an apology.

“Thank you.” You gave him a smile, to which he smiled back at. In this moment he didn’t seem like the scary gangster you had met back then. “I should get back to it then.”

“Stay.” He said as he stood up, gently putting his hand near yours, gently touching his fingers against yours. Usually he had always gotten what he wanted, and as bad as he wanted to grab your hand, or just all of you within his arms, he knew that patients was important so he didn’t scare you away, let alone disrespected you. “I mean, I’d rather you stick close until my men are done downstairs. Don’t want you running into anymore violence today.”

That last sentence made him pause.

Violence

That was one thing you were sure to be around if he pursued you. He couldn’t have that, it hurt him to let you go, but maybe it was the best thing. No- He has never felt this way for someone before, and he wasn’t sure if he would ever again. He had to at least try even if it might have meant that you were to be in danger, but he knew one thing. If you were to somehow magically give him a chance, he would give you the world and make sure that no one would ever touch you.

With a tight expression, he looked over at you and pursed his lips together before opening his mouth. “(y/n)..I have something I want to ask, would a pretty gal like yourself want to go out?”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head as you looked at him in a surprised manner. “Go out? Like a date?”

“Just one night, give it some thought at least okay? I’ll be honest in saying that I’ve never done this before, asked someone else out, but I’m hopping to get a chance to talk with you in a less formal setting.”

All the fear and anxiety you felt before wasn’t quite there anymore. You sighed as he spoke, but happily. You wanted to give him the ne edit of the doubt and get to know him since you would be working with him.

“Yes, I would love to.” 

He smiled and leaned back in his seat, wondering how this would all play out.

-Admin Bonbori