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seoultrippins · 4 years ago

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Summary: Park Jimin is an extremely accomplished con man who takes an amateur con artist under his wing. What he did not see coming was you and him being romantically involved and with Jimin’s profession of being a liar and a cheater for a living, he realizes that deception and love are things that don't go together. Or could it?

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Crime, Conman!Jimin, Conartist!Reader, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 2851

Warnings: Cussing, Slight groping

Status: 1/?

A/N: Hey! It feels nice to be writing on tumblr, I've always wanted to. I 've grown accustomed to publishing my writings on AFF but I thought it'd be pretty cool to start publishing here. I hope you enjoy reading and I am not too sure how many parts there would be but either way don't be a silent rider. The smut in the next chapter will be intense however, so bless me.

From the lazy spin of the fans, to the recumbent light of eventide that will soon be starlit black, the bar soaks in the ambiance of this good night. It's a bar, in a hotel that has a name you could barely pronounce but everyone is attempting to appear proper in their high end suits and attire, as you are. Fidgeting through the skin tight dress you had on, you rested your arm on the bar countertop as you analysed the surroundings. The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the live jazz music that dominated the atmosphere. The crowd had a mixture of the young and the old and it was perfect. Perfect to source out for your very next victim. However, as you searched the throng, you felt a strong warmth around your waist and turned around as your eyes met with a desperate pair. Dressed in a suit two sizes bigger than required, the sloppy looking man insisted he had you in his arms. You wrinkled your brows as you realized where this was going, and it was destroying your good mood. Nervously, you removed the man’s hands away but his persistence remained. Whispering filthy nothings in your ears, your hands reached out to push the man away. Frustration boiled through your veins as you desperately thought of ways to remove yourself from the dreadful situation.

“Okay, you know what,” You chuckled nervously. “My boyfriend could be here any minute.” Your hands were busy pushing his persistent hands away as he laughed.

“Yea? I don’t see anyone. C’mon baby, no point lying..”

Rolling your eyes, you eyes scan through the crowd. Eyes evidently searching for someone you could confide in and that did it. Your eyes landed on the gentleman feasting on his dinner. Your eyes widened, handsome is a state of soul that carries through that man. He had that kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. He must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person’s natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Lips curling into a soft smirk, you tug the annoying man harshly, eyes meeting his as he pulls away in shock.

“Look, he’s there.” Your index finger pointing to the handsome gentleman who caught your attention confidently. “Fuck off, really.”

Walking past the bewildered drunk man, you breathe your nerves away as you approach the gentleman. You watch the way he sits with such elegance - so poignant and dignified. His white suit was tailored to his frame, and his unbuttoned dress shirt allowed his flawless skin to breathe while his fingers were adorned with precise lines of metallic rings. Fingers wrapped delicately around his wine glass as you watch his eyes shift towards you when voluntarily slip into the seat in front of him. Placing your baguette bag to your lap, you watch him raise his eyebrow in question as you lean forward to explain yourself.

“Could you -” You stopped, turning around to look at the creep still standing by the bar countertop looking right back at you before whispering. “Do you mind being my boyfriend? Like just for a minute.”

Staring at the man in front of you, you watch him smirk behind his glass before gently placing the drink down as he leans back against the soft cushion of his chair. Extending his long, toned legs into a manspread, he leans his face against his fingers as he watches you. Growing confused, you began to fidget in your seat.

“You - you’re not a serial killer are you?” You asked.

He stares, fingers playing with his rings as he shrugs. “That depends. How many times does it take to get to “serial”?” He shoots back.

Your face contorted into a genuine thoughtful expression as you answer. “Uhm..five..?”

“Oh then, no we’re good.” He leans forward as he answers you with a straight face.

This man was something else. You thought to yourself as your lips curled into a smile upon hearing his response. Hand stretching out, you introduced yourself.

“Y/N”

“Jimin.” His fingers slip comfortably into yours as he shakes your hand. It was brief, friendly even - but the way his attractive gaze stayed on yours made it oddly intimate.

“Ha Ha, funny.” You mocked, as you took a sip of the red liquor swirling in the shiny glass. “I only came to you because you seemed awfully lonely. Eating your dinner like that, I just felt so so bad..”

“Yea?” He prodded you with an eyebrow raise. “Then that’s also the reason why you’re here alone, waiting for a non-existent boyfriend you can use to chase away creeps?”

Okay he had a point.

“Hey!” You frowned. “A girl needs time alone alright? Also, you started this unnecessary feud on how you were the best choice in this damn bar. I was just trying to avoid ending up in the newspapers as a missing person.” Your frustration is evident in your tone as he watches you intently.

Not long, the both of you were bursting into bits of laughter as you recount the trivial conversation. Your eyes shifted to your wrist, taking note of the 30 minutes you’ve spent conversing with this stranger and everything seemed oddly perfect. Too perfect even.

“Thank you,” You said as he rested comfortably on his chair. “Thank you for saving me.”

His lips curled up slightly as he nodded. “Yeah, yeah we definitely showed him.” He says as his head points to the creep. The only difference was that he was knocked up, completely unconscious on the countertop.

You laughed. “Damn, was that what I was missing out on?”

As he laughs along, you watch him shift, toned body leaning forward and you couldn’t help but take note of the way his necklace dangled over his neck as he stares at you. “Can I walk you somewhere?”

The air in your lungs became stuck in your throat. This guy was extremely beautiful. His voice sounded like melted honey and it took all you had not to lean forward and take his lips in yours.

“Um,” You began. “I’m actually staying here, upstairs.”

“Really?” He says but you watch the way he fidgets in his seat, hands adjusting his rings and he runs his fingers through his hair - throughout, his gaze is fixed on you.

“Let me walk you there then.”

"Fuck." Jimin was nestled under you, your hips grinding against the evident arousal between his thighs as you drag your lips down his neck.

You shivered, feeling the way his hands travelled down your frame to your ass, squeezing the thick flesh mercilessly as forcefully grinds you against his arousal.

"Fuck Jimin, fuck do that again.." You whimpered.

Lips intertwined, you heart drops to your stomach when you took sight of the way he smiles between the kiss. You nearly forgot why you brought him up here in the first place. Not until the loud sound of your hotel room door crashing open did you remind yourself that you had a task to perform. Rolling your eyes, you switched into character.

"Oh fuck! It's my husband." As you watched Kihoon enter the room, you sprang into the area next to Jimin. Kihoon's fingers gripped tightly on the rifle as he pointed it towards Jimin's face.

"Kihoon wait-"

"Shut the fuck up." Kihoon groaned, his eyes gleaming as he faced Jimin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jimin voices, palms up as he surrenders himself to the situation but you couldn't ignore the slight tint of smile in the corner of his lips as he does so. Is this man a fucking psycho?

"Just let him go Kihoon."

"You fucking cheated. No way, he's fucking dead." Kihoon screams, lines of veins bulging out his reddening neck as he does so. You noted the sweat crowding his forehead. "Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn't do it."

At this moment, your heart was racing. You knew there was no intention of shooting Jimin, and it was aggravating to see the man next to you undisturbed by the scenario. His surrending palms were now resting comfortable under his head as he watches you. You sighed internally, coming up with a respond to Kihoon but Jimin cuts you off.

"I'm drawing a blank." He says, eyes shifting away from you to Kihoon.

"What?" Kihoon mutters, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I think you should shoot me." Jimin continues, smile creeping onto his handsome face. "Let's be honest, you've been aggrieved."

"Don't mess with him Jimin. He's done hard time." You tried to salvage the situation as you fidgeted in your spot.

"Yea man, I've done fucking hard time!"

Jimin chuckles, eyes lazily shifting as he stares at you. "Man, if you had any idea what I was about to do to her-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Kihoon yells, his rifle still pointing at Jimin's face, but this man remains unconcerned.

"Please, come on, shoot me." Jimin urges. "You're really doing me a favour. Cancer. Tumour, the size of a peach." He lifted his hand to offer a visual representation as he chuckles. "Shoot me, you'll see."

"Fuck!" You groaned, rolling your eyes as you aggravatedly run your fingers through your hair. "He's onto us, Kihoon. Wake the fuck up."

You watch Jimin sit up slowly as he rolled off the bed. His eyes fixed on you as he fixed his blazer. "Just give us the money Jimin."

"Or?" He challenges.

"He'll shoot you in the neck."

Kihoon falters, eyes shifting to you. "I can't shoot a guy with cancer. My grandma had cancer.."

"He does not have cancer, you idiot!" You groaned. "Get out man."

Your perked up when you hear Jimin laughing as watches the situation unfold. "You guys suck."

He leans forward, sinful hands slipping into his pants pockets. "First of all, you gotta wait till she gets my pants off." He says as he walks to rest against the wall nearest to the door. "Then you gotta give me a chance to run, that's how you get the money and you should never drop the con. You never break. Die with the lie."

"How did you figure this out?" You asked.

"When you stole that creep's wallet before you came to me."

You heave in wrath and fury, you feel your ego breaking through your spirit. Frowning, you questioned. "Then why'd you come up here with me then if you're so smart?"

Jimin shrugs. "Professional curiousity." He walks towards the door before turning around. "Also, I love ass so I figured it's a win-win."

You groaned. "Fuck off Jimin."

"You suck baby."

The cold night was all around as you stepped out of the hotel. Tugging onto your sweater, you hugged your shivering frame as you made your way home. You feel the chill in your blood, coldness bringing the synapses of your brain to a stand still. However, you were still perplexed by the failed operation, and your thoughts kept replaying the scene in your brain. You groaned internally. All you wanted was to get home and sulk on your own.

Until -

"You really should be more aware." You ears perked up at the familiar melted honey voice. Rolling your eyes, you caught sight of Jimin walking up to you from behind, his hands stuffed in his pants pockets. "I've been behind you for two blocks."

You stayed silent, footsteps hurrying but he prods you. "You didn't see me?"

"I don't have eyes at the back of my head." You responded.

"Well, if you're gonna play this game you might wanna grow a pair."

You turn to face him. He was the kind of handsome that got into your bones. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. Nonetheless, you brushed the thoughts away as you rolled your eyes. "I can take care of myself Jimin."

Shaking his head, he stops you. "No, you're going to get hurt." and when you don't answer, he offers. "Let me buy you coffee."

"I don't drink coffee." Hoping that would make him piss off, you failed, yet again, as he stood across you - silently staring at you. Groaning, you walked away. "Fine.

As he grabbed for the glass door, the two of you strolled side by side, stumbling onto the nearest café. You looked up to see his eyes already locked on you as he reached out to guide you inside the café, and the warmth of it sent an electric chill down your spine. As you took your seat, you gazed out the window at the to watch the thick blanket of snow that had blanketed the grounds. An icy serenade, a coolness to bring out the warmth within. As promised, Jimin comes back to the table with coffee cups in his hands.

"Thank you." You muttered softly, hands reaching for the cup as you caught his staring eyes.

"So, what's your thing?" You began, curious eyes finding his intense ones. "Inside? Roper? You can tell me."

He smiles, taking a sip of his coffee. "Everything. Been in this game for so long."

"Your story. I wanna know all of it if that's okay with you."

He nods, placing the cup onto the wooden table before leaning against his seat. Your eyes lingered over the spread of his toned thighs but chastised yourself for getting distracted.

"My grandfather used to run a crooked game in Busan." Jimin began. "Eventually, my father started shilling for him. One day they get burned. Mobbed-guy catches them throwing signals. Everybody's guns come out. Standoff. No way out. Except one."

Your eyes glued to the man in front of you, completely focused. "The Toledo Panic Button."

Your frowned. "What the hell is that?"

Jimin's chuckles and you don't think you'd ever get used to the sound of that. "You shoot your partner. Proves you're not together."

Mouth agape, you internalize the way Jimin casually spills horrid, explicit details on the world he's associated with. "So your grandfather killed your father?"

"That's the world you're in. Dabblers get killed." He shrugs, raising an eyebrow as he sips on his coffee.

God, was he hot.

You sighed. "Look, I wasn't born into this like you. I was a dyslexic foster kid. No prospects, no future. I mean, it's a minor miracle I'm not a hooker right now."

Jimin smirks at that as he leans his elbow against the armrest. He can't deny that the picture of your delicate hands wrapped around a poll accompanied by the dimmed lighting indeed piqued his interest. Hands grazing his jaw gently as you catch the way his eyes scans your frame. Brushing that act off, you lean forward. "Tutor me, Jimin."

"No." He shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"Why should I?" Jimin shoots back.

Groaning, you reach for your bag as you pulled out a leather Birkin. "Well, look, I could pay you, if that helps ."

Jimin crosses his arms, lips curling into a smile before eventually transcending into a contagious laugh. "Y/N, whose wallet is that?"

"Um," You flipped the wallet open, tugging onto an identity card. "Dr Kim Wooshik?"

He does not reply immediately but stares at your hopeful face.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Jimin says before you could register. Head whipping up to the man in front of you, you watch the way his tongue swipe between his lips, wetting his lower lip as he awaits your response.

"I- are you serious? How do I contact you then?" You stood up when he did.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he closes up on you. Handsome face leaning towards yours as his supple lips lands on your right ear to whisper, "I'll call you."

As he leans back, your eyes catches sight on his hand lifting to your face with your watch in his hands. Eyes widening, you lifted your wrist to find it empty.

"How-"

"I'll see you tomorrow. Stay safe." He walks away, turning around briefly to flash a smile as you stood alone, baffled.

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multishipperlove · 5 years ago

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OKAY I NEED MORE CINDERBRUSH FIC PLEEEEEEASE! I just got into it and I'm addicted I love you

And I love you, random citizen! But no seriously, you are so right, we all need more Cinderbrush fic in our life!! These horny idiot teenagers are a mess and I love them. Also sorry this took so long!! It's warm. Brain's melting.

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Summers in Arizona sucked. Summers in Arizona sucked even worse when half of the polycule had been forced to vacation with their parents, and Aff and Cameron had to spend most days working summer jobs for their own. So while Jamie spend their time lounging around a nicely air-conditioned apartment in New York and Sasha was dragged from one glamerous high society party to the next, Cam and Aff usualy met up in the evenings, collapsing into a sweaty pile of gangly limbs and exhaustion while they tried to escape the heat in the Flowers' basement.

Today was no different. Aff had just clocked out and was still putting away their work clothes when they already heard the tell-tale sign of Cam's bike hitting the pavement outside. A second later the little bell above the door chimed, and Aff lit up as soon as they saw him coming through the door.

“Hey! I brought ice cream!” Cam called out, grinning widely as he came over to greet Aff with a quick kiss, before rummaging around in his backpack and pulling out a big tub of ice cream still dripping with condensation. “I mean, it's maybe all melted now, but we can stick it back in the fridge for a little while and then it should be fine. Right?”

“Fuck yes, we can totally have ice cream for dinner then,” Aff agreed. “I need to shower anyway, so I can drop it off in the kitchen. Go ahead and get comfortable downstairs.” Cam, already used to that, nodded and handed the ice cream over before picking up his bag. “Yup, see you downstairs.” So while Aff headed up to the actual apartment, Cam walked by the staff room to pick up the keys to the basement, saying hi to Samuel on the way.

The basement was usually used for storage, but for the summer Aff's dad had allowed them to take some of the boxes up to the staff room instead and replace them with a couple of old mattresses and Aff's TV. Cam's parents barely cared where he spend his nights these days, as long as he checked in regularly and made it to work on time, so he and Aff had already spend quite a lot of time down there. It was comfortable enough, and at least they could share some space without immediately sticking to each other.

Reaching the basement door he unlocked it, grabbing two bottles of coke as well before flopping down on the mattress and letting out a deep sigh. The drop in temperature was significant, and most of all he didn't feel like he was about to die of heatstroke at any second. Maybe taking his bike over hadn't been the best idea after all.

Still, he was happy to just relax and cool down until Aff eventually joined him. Even with his eyes closed he could always tell when Aff was about to come inside, their footsteps on the stair as heavy as their dad's but with an excited spring and hurry that made it easy to tell them apart. When he heard them approaching this time he opened his eyes again, turning on his side to greet them with open arms.

Aff didn't hesitate either. They didn't even stop for a second, laying down right beside Cam and practically curling up against his chest.

“Rough day?” Cam asked, almost amused but more than anything just happy that Aff was feeling affectionate. They had a lot of energy usually, but the current weather seemed to suck that right out of them, and Cameron wasn't complaining. “Okay, since we're already here,” he started, giving Aff a gentle pat on the back, “how about we take a nap first, then ice cream, then video games?”

Aff groaned, a noise that didn't sound very affirmative. “Call the others first. Then ice cream and video games.”

“No nap?”

“No nap.”

It was Cam's turn to groan, but he sat up anyway with a deep sigh. “Fine. But then we better beat The Last of Us before you fall asleep on me again.”

Aff grinned in reply, following his movement and sitting up as well as they grabbed for their laptop. “Of course! That game is intense, I can't wait to finally get to the ending. They're planning a sequel, right?”

“Yeah, no idea when it's coming out though,” Cam confirmed, texting both Jamie and Sasha to get their asses in front of their laptops so they could actually talk to each other once Aff had their laptop set up. Then he reached for the coke bottles again, passing one over and keeping one to himself, another sigh slipping out as he pressed the cool glass against his cheek.

Checking his phone again a moment later he grinned and then got comfortable in front of the screen with Aff. “They're both ready, start the call.”

Actually, now that he was thinking about it, maybe summer's in Arizona didn't suck that much after all. At least not the late nights, or early mornings, in the cool basement of an old liquore store.

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welllpthisishappening · 5 years ago

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And Take Your Hand Until the End

He shouldn’t have said it.

It was stupid. Instinctual. Wishful thinking. Which is also pretty stupid, honestly. But Emma gave him the signal and Mary Margaret keeps trying to set Emma up and, well, Killian reacted. He told Graham Humbert they were dating. In secret.

So. Now it’s time to talk about it.

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Rating: The lowest possible T but with kissing Word Count: 2.6K AN: waves Hi there, internet. It’s me, again, back at it because I asked for a bunch of prompts before Christmas and then...didn’t fill all of them. As I am apt to do. Since then, Justin and I went to Disney, got back, got the flu, worked a lot and I felt bad about not filling prompts or writing anything in, legitimately, the last month. So here is this, shaking off some cobwebs with trusty tropes, kissing and scenarios I’ve definitely written before. I’m going to try and write quick bits of fluff for all of these prompts in an attempt to get back into the swing of things again.

So these prompts were: "do you believe in love at first sight?"// "i’d like it if you stayed. // "can i kiss you?"

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“She’s mad.”

“She’ll cope.”

“We weren’t very nice about it.”

“Did you want to be nice?”

Emma huffs, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling. Her apartment door creaks when she closes it behind her, toeing out of her shoes and tossing her keys on the counter nearby. They don’t land. They clatter to the floor instead, an impossibly loud noise that seems to rattle between Killian’s ears and in between every irregular heartbeat his body has sustained for the last few hours.

He would like that to stop.

He would also like Mary Margaret to stop setting up Emma.

“I guess not,” Emma admits. “I mean—did you hear him? He kept talking about sustainable—what was that word he used?”

“I’m going to be honest, Swan, I was not listening to the woodsman.”

“Oh my God, what a nickname.”

Killian shakes his head deftly, dropping onto the edge of the couch if only because he knows it will get that one, specific look out of Emma. Passably amused and a little frustrated, a slight pinch between her eyebrows that only ever happens when she looks at him.

His heart does that thing again.

“Nickname implies fondness,” he says.

“You weren’t fond?”

“Were you?”

“Mary Margaret thought she was doing the right thing. A good thing, even.”

Killian can’t help whatever noise bubbles in the back of his throat, eyes going thin when Emma scrunches her nose at the sound of her own lie. She clicks her teeth exactly four times.

He shouldn’t know that.

He shouldn’t be looking in the general vicinity of her teeth.

But those same teeth have been chewing on her lower lip for the better part of the night — or as soon as Mary Margaret showed up at trivia with that guy and the promise that he and Emma have so much in common. It was a stupid idea. Graham goes camping. Regularly.

Emma is allergic to pollen.

And like…the outdoors. In general. They live in Red Hook.

People don’t camp in Brooklyn.

They shop at thrift stores and organic markets and Graham Humbert likes organic markets too. Obviously. And talks about it. Incessantly. All night. Killian isn’t sure David ever pulled his eyes away from his tangled fingers.

They were horrible at trivia.

Embarrassing, even.

“Mary Margaret has a lot of thoughts and opinions about romance that the rest of the regular, human world does not share,” Killian says, Emma’s head lolling towards her shoulder in obvious defeat. “And,” he adds, “you used the signal. So—”

Killian shrugs, like that’s that. Which it almost is, but it’s also the first time they’ve ever used the signal and maybe they should have planned things better. Telling Graham that they were dating was not part of the deal.

Emma’s eyes had gotten very large as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Graham’s jaw went very tight.

Seriously, Killian has got to stop thinking about the area around everyone’s mouths. It’s so goddamn weird.

“That’s true,” Emma admits. “And he did leave after that.” “Quickly.” “Something that could almost qualify as a jog.” “Brisk, at least. Possibly a race-walk?”

“No, no, that requires far more hip movement.” “I’m not sure I appreciate my fake girlfriend discussing some other guys hip movement.” She scoffs, half a laugh and a hint of a smile, some of the tension falling off her shoulders when she steps into his space. And directly between his legs, an even more precarious position than rather rudely subverting Mary Margaret’s sixteenth set-up in the last four months.

Not like Killian is counting.

Much.

David is definitely counting.

So is Ruby.

Killian stops thinking about their friends, or Mary Margaret, or that one Harry Potter question he still can’t believe they got wrong, as soon as Emma’s hands fall to his shoulders, the ends of her hair drifting dangerously close this cheeks and the only thing he can smell is strawberries.

He takes a deep breath.

He’s a psychopath.

“Why’d you use the signal?”

Teeth click number five also includes something that sounds a bit like Emma’s tongue, but Killian can’t possibly be expected to think about that as well and—“He did ask me out, you know. Graham, I mean—not, like there were a ton of other guys there lining up to date me tonight, but…” “You’re selling yourself short, love.”

“Jeez.” “Tell me you’re still not upset we got that one Harry Potter question wrong..” “Oh my God, I can’t believe David got that wrong! It’s obviously the Deluminator. That’s just—that is basic knowledge and—” “—He was convinced it was put-outer. They use that at the start of the series.” “Yeah, but then they get Dumbledore’s will and they get a specific name for it and if you’ve got a name, you should use the name, right?” “I was the one agreeing with you. I defer to your Harry Potter expertise at all times.”

She makes another noise, half disbelief and something that he desperately wants to be charmed, but then her hair shifts and Killian refuses to be held accountable for what he does next, tugging Emma onto his left thigh until her arm is slung around his shoulders and her fingers dance across the back of his neck. He licks his lips.

He’s ninety-six percent positive she doesn’t look.

It is that four percent that will eventually make all the difference.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Emma grumbles. “I just—I don’t know...I guess—do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Are we still talking about Harry Potter?” “You’re an idiot.”

“There is no love at first sight in Harry Potter.” “Love potions.” “Which are pretty fundamentally bad. Like Voldemort bad.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Her fingers are moving again. It’s distracting. It’s impossibly grounding. Maybe a little magical.

Seriously. Psychopathic. “Voldemort,” Killian repeats. “Was the byproduct of a love potion and the general consensus in fandom—” “—Say fandom again, please.” “Don’t act like you don’t know this theory.” She sticks her tongue out. Killian refuses to linger on that for too long either. “Anyway,” he says pointedly, “Tom Riddle existed because his mother gave Senior a love potion. That’s why he can’t feel love. There wasn’t any there when he was made.” “That’s gross.” “Again, I think that’s the point. And you’re deflecting from your own conversation.”

Emma sighs. “I know, I know, but—humor me. Please.” “About love at first sight?” Emma nods, and they’re usually much better conversationalists. They’re usually—better, full stop. But Killian is also fairly certain that both David and Ruby are only uncomfortable with Mary Margaret’s continued setups because they’re also painfully aware that he’s almost painfully in love with his best friend and he’s glad they went back to her apartment.

He’s not sure he’d be able to cope with the smell of her shampoo lingering in his space.

Maybe Graham knows of some kind of environmentally friendly air freshener.

“I do not think love at first sight is a thing,” Killian says, a quick shake of his head like that will help him regain some of his senses. Common or otherwise. “Partially because of the aforementioned love potion problems and partially because it sounds a little fairy tale, doesn’t it?” “You anti-fairytale, Jones?” “I like to see it more as a realist.” Emma hums in agreement and understanding and he can’t help but narrow his eyes at the sound. Because they’re frustratingly similar — near-matching backstories and overbearing friends who are determined to fix that and Mary Margaret has done her best to set Killian up too, promises of happily ever after that he’s not all that interested in with anyone except—

“Yeah, me too I guess,” Emma says, but it sounds like another admission and something in Killian’s stomach churns uncomfortably at the sound. “There’s got to be build up, right?” “To?” “The good stuff.” “Oddly unspecific.” She laughs softly, eyes flitting up towards his. “I probably shouldn’t have laughed when Graham started telling Ruby about that tracking thing he used to use in—whatever state he used to live.” “Montana.” “I thought you weren’t listening.” “I really didn’t think anyone ever lived in Montana. That was admittedly interesting.”

Another laugh, softer and decidedly his in a way that Killian will never admit to because that is a line he can’t possibly cross and—“What’s the matter, Swan?” “Why do you think something’s the matter?” There’s not enough space between them for him to move the way he wants to, but Killian still manages to level her with a very specific look and for one, insane moment he swears the air around them turns electric.

Pulses. Waits. Desperately. For something that might not be there, may just be his own romantic wishful thinking, but then—

“Mary Margaret says that she knew David was the one from the get,” Emma continues, as if she’s reading from a script. She rushes over the words, eyes darting anywhere except Killian’s and his stomach feels like it’s determined to creep its way up his throat. It’s a disgusting thought. But she’s also still sitting on his thigh and maybe that’s just affecting the blood flow to his brain. “That...they looked at each other and it was like something snapped into place or turned on and—” “—Do you think she uses construction metaphors on purpose? You know, just to make it more relatable or something?” “You’re interrupting.” “I’m sorry.” Emma blinks.

And Killian’s mouth goes dry.

He doesn’t mean to say anything else. He’s genuinely surprised he can, what with the desert-like state of his tongue and the way he can’t blink, far too distracted by the light in Emma’s eyes and neither one of them ever tried to pick up her keys.

That seems important.

“For—well, for interrupting, but also because I know we’ve always joked about the signal and that we’d use it in desperate need, but I just...we never really talked specifics and I couldn’t think of anything except what I told Graham and—”

He doesn’t get the rest of the words out.

It one-hundred percent, absolutely positively does not matter.

Because Emma Swan is kissing him.

And it’s better than he thought it could be.

He’s thought about this far too much.

Kissing Emma is a bit like coming home and jumping off the top of the Empire State Building. All at the same time. It’s familiar and entirely unexpected, a free fall and perfect landing, the tilt of his head and swipe of her tongue, parted lips and shared breath. Her fingers move again, carding through his hair and pulling him closer, as if he’d ever be inclined to do anything else.

She kisses like she is — a little determined, a hint of caution that quickly evaporates, turning into something almost stubborn, like she’s challenging him to object. He lets his arms circle her waist instead, tugging her up until they’re a twisted and precariously balanced mess of limbs. They don’t stop, a low hum in the back of Killian’s brain that may actually be oxygen deprivation, but he can’t be bothered with that right now.

He wouldn’t mind if they continued to do exactly this for the rest of the night.

The rest of the week.

Until the end of goddamn time.

His hand finds its way under her shirt, fingers on her skin and back arching slightly and his heels skidding across the floor and—

It was probably inevitable.

They fall backwards, Killian’s head bouncing on couch cushions that should definitely be softer than they are, the whole of Emma’s weight crashing onto his chest until it’s almost impossible for him to breathe.

His arms don’t move.

He relishes it.

“Oh shit,” Emma mumbles, mostly into his jacket because he’d never taken his jacket off and one of them starts laughing. It’s probably her. He’s having trouble catching his breath.

Still not the worst thing in the world.

Inching closer to the best, honestly, the longer she’s on top of him.

“You really didn’t have anything to apologize for,” Emma says. “I just—” “—The good stuff, huh?”

She nods, hair in his face and it’s still easy to see the way her lips curl up. “It’s Mary Margaret’s fault, really.” “I think we’ve established that, yeah.” “No, no, that’s not what I mean. I—” Her eyes widen when Killian grunts, an elbow to his ribs and—”Oh, shit,” Emma repeats. “Can you breathe?” “No. Don’t move.” She tugs her lip between her teeth. It’s the greatest thing Killian has ever seen. “Mary Margaret kept talking,” Emma explains. “About this guy and another set up and then she was talking about love at first sight and it got me thinking.” “About?” “How stupid it is.” “I’m swooning, Swan.” “You are really good at kissing. Like even better than I thought you’d be.” It’s Killian’s turn to widen his eyes, a miraculous bit of oxygen flying out of his lungs again. “My point—if that’s what this even is...is that...well, Mary Margaret was talking and she kept saying how it felt and I was—well, that’s how I feel when I’m with you. And it wasn’t first sight, but it’s something better than that and—” “—Can I kiss you?”

“Are you serious?” “Are you swooning?” Emma nods slowly, letting her head fall into Killian’s palm when he pushes his fingers into her hair. “Yeah, obviously.”

“Good.” It’s slower that time — a little more measured, like they’re testing or memorizing each other, the hum turning into a buzz that inches its way through Killian’s arms, curls itself around the base of his spine until his heart finds its rhythm because it’s always been Emma and it will always be Emma and that thought alone is a little fairy tale.

It’s entirely possible that Mary Margaret was working the long con here.

Killian will probably have to apologize eventually.

And thank her.

“I like you,” Emma says, not bothering to move away from his mouth. “A lot and—you’re right, we never really came up with specifics for the signal, but it worked and then I couldn’t stop thinking about it and that’s a little insane.” “Romantic.” “Seriously, the flattery.” Killian hums, kisses to her chin and the curve of her jaw. It leaves her eyelashes fluttering, twisting on top of him in a way that is only slightly distracting. “We could probably work on that, you know.” “On what?” “The, uh—actual dating. If you want.” “Did I not make that blatantly obvious?” “Maybe not blatantly.” “Jeez,” she sighs, but he can still feel her smile when her lips catch his and that’s really the only thing he cares about. Except maybe that one trivia question. They’ve got a reputation to maintain, after all. “I’d...I’d like it if you stayed.” “Yeah?” “Blatantly.” “Improper sentence structure,” Killian chides. Emma clicks her teeth, nipping at his nose and it’s somewhere between impossibly cute and everything he’s ever wanted, so the only reasonable thing to do is—

“We’ll probably need a new signal,” he says. “You know, for when I’d like to kiss you.” She blushes.

Magic.

“Deal.” “Deal.”

And they don’t really have to use it, but Mary Margaret keeps staring and Ruby’s got that look and David refuses to back down on another wrong trivia answer. About Star Wars this time.

So Emma raps her knuckles on the table and Killian doesn’t have to move that much, already sitting next to her, before his kisses her — quick and a little bruising and Mary Margaret knocks her chair over when she jumps.

“Worth it,” Killian mumbles, Emma laughing into his mouth.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #cs fic #captain swan fic #laura cleans out her prompts #seriously i feel so bad when i don't fill prompts #this trivia experience is based on real life #as most things i write are #but we got a question wrong because i wanted to call it the deluminator and none of my friends believed me #that was legit almost a decade ago and i will never be over it #laura writes captain swan #laura writes

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jinkisbelly · 6 years ago

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In-laws

This is the first one shot in my skyrim au that connects Part 1 and my eventual Part 2. Can be read on Ao3 and AFF too

Pairing: Jongyu

Rating: Barely Pg-13

w/c:4.7k

Summary: Jinki meets Jonghyun’s mother and wishes he had more time to prepare.

After so long away, Jonghyun felt a sense of warmth and home seeing the guarded archway of Riverwood. He slowly shifted his gaze to Jinki when he realized he had brought his horse to a stop. After making his own horse turn back until he was facing the man, he quietly asked, “What’s the matter?”

“What am I to you?” Jinki’s face twisted for a moment before he shook his head. “I mean, what are we going to tell your mother I am to you?”

“You know what you are to me.”

“I do,” Jonghyun almost blushed with how sincere and full of love the almost whispered words were. “But I am the Archmage of Skyrim. I am a High Elf. Two things that I’m quite sure your mother would not approve of.”

“Are you asking me if I wish to hide what we are?”

“Or what I really am.” Jinki has his bottom lip sucked through his teeth, avoiding his gaze until he speaks again. “I can take off my robes, use that bow and arrows we picked up from those bandits. If questioned, I’m an okay shot.”

Jonghyun gently hit the side of his horse until he was right beside Jinki, reaching over to cup his cheek as best he could. “I am not going to allow you to hide who you really are and I will not hide what you mean to me. Hiding either of those things is in a way saying I’m not proud of having you, of who you are. I love you and if my mother cannot see past that, she’ll learn.”

“I just feel like I’m making you go against your mother.”

“In a way, I am,” Jonghyun let his hand fall to squeeze Jinki’s resting on his thigh. “But, as much as I love her I understand now that our prejudice of all mages for the one that killed my father was wrong. You are so much more than being a mage, even if it’s important to you. Work in progress life partners doesn’t hide who they are from their in-laws.”

“Alright, Dear.”

“Good.” As he turned his horse back to face the distance entrance of Riverwood and both began down the path again, he softly asked, “How good is an okay shot?”

“I could probably use it as a main weapon in a pinch.” Jinki shrugged. “Minho wasn’t just going to let his fiance be inept with a bow. Something about respect by his fellow archers. Beat a group of them in a shooting contest the summer I proposed.”

“I see.” Other than the sound of the river to their right and the hooves against the stones beneath them, silence fell until Jonghyun whipped his head toward him to ask. “Does that mean I have to work on your ax work?”

“If it pleases you, Dear.”

He hummed, returning to look at the road and thinking. “I believe it would. Yes.”

“What if I become better than you?”

“That would never happen!”

“The squeak in your voice says otherwise, Love.”

-----

“Ma!” Jinki abruptly pulled his reins as Jonghyun yelled all of a sudden. He relaxed slightly as the man dismounted and dashed across the small yard toward the porch of the home. He followed shortly, duckling under his horse to grab Jonghyun’s reins and lead both horses into the gate. He busied himself with taking care of the horses, too nervous to watch what was happening on the porch until his attention was forced over. “Babe, this is my Ma. Ma, this is Jinki.”

He took a deep breath before stepping under the horse, bowing slightly toward her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ma’am.”

When she gasped loudly he didn’t look up, dread filling his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut. Even when she hissed her next words as if disgusted, he couldn’t force himself to look up at her. “He’s a mage.”

Jinki swallowed thickly, staring at his boots, feeling increasingly uncomfortable even as Jonghyun exclaimed, “Ma!”

“What?”

“Can you not sound so disappointed when meeting the man I love?”

She hmphed before turning. “Dinner should be ready soon.”

As the door closed behind her Jinki found Jonghyun’s gaze. “I hate to say it but I told-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Jonghyun snapped quietly, taking the few steps to him to take his cheeks into his hands with a smile. “Give her a chance to get to know how beautiful you are, Babe. Come on, let’s get the horses unsaddled.”

He looked at Jonghyun for a few moments before shaking his head and following the man’s lead.

-----

Jinki tried not to let the pair of eyes following his every move unnerve him as much as it was. He had taken off his robes before dinner had been served. He hadn’t been given a knife for his steak until Jonghyun pulled his dagger from his boot and handed it to him. He had cut the piece of meat into smaller bits before handing the dagger back, hilt toward Jonghyun as his fingers lightly curled around the blade. For most of it, Jinki had tried to stay as quiet as possible and allow the other two to control most of the conversation. Jonghyun tried his best to include him, but Jinki reached over the table to gently squeeze his knee and the attempts stopped. He was thankful for the understanding.

After dinner, they moved to sit around the fire, drinking cups of tea and eating sweet rolls. Until, the wind outside blew the window open, causing the fire to go out completely. Which led them here, where Jonghyun was currently trying to restart the fire and failing miserably. Jinki smiled softly from behind his cup, “I thought you got better at this Dear?”

“I did, I almost got it.”

Normally, Jinki would just go over and start the fire for him, but he could feel Jonghyun’s mother staring at him. If looks could kill he was sure he would be. After a few more attempts, Jinki cleared his throat. “May I start it, Baby? It’s quite nippy in here without it.”

With a dramatic sigh, Jonghyun rose from his knees, crossing his arms and pouting. “I suppose.”

Jinki’s hand fell to Jonghyun’s hips as they slid past each other in the slim space between the couch and the table before he bent down before the fire. Two fingers were straightened out from his loosely held fist, a small firing of flame setting the logs ablaze. When he turned Jonghyun had taken his seat and the man’s mother was staring at him like she was planning twenty ways to kill him with a spoon. Ignoring that, he climbed back onto the couch and found comfort in Jonghyun’s arms. Squishing his cheek against his chest and smiling when he felt the arm thrown over him.

“How long have you been a mage?”

He slowly opened his eyes at her voice, humming as he thought the best way to approach this. “Give or take twelve years. Archmage seven.”

She raised her brows but didn’t speak for some time. “What motive do you have being in love with a simple Lumber Woman's son?”

“I did not know one has much conscious decision over who one falls in love with.”

“Do you love him?”

Jinki intertwined his and Jonghyun’s fingers softly, keeping her gaze as he replied. “Even if I was honest and said yes, I doubt you’d believe my words or feelings are genuine.”

She bowed her head slightly. “At least you aren’t an idiot.”

“I’m a lot of things, and most of them are not what you believe me to be.” He smiled a little when Jonghyun squeezed his hand firmly, “I understand your hatred of mages.”

“I don’t think you do.”

Jonghyun was gently running his other hand through Jinki’s hair, eyes still closed as he turned his head to push his nose into his hair. “Oh, he does.”

“You told him?” she incredulously exclaimed.

“We have no secrets.”

“I doubt that.”

“It’s true.” Jonghyun’s voice was slow and breathy, indicating how close to falling asleep he was. “I couldn’t accept that I loved him until I dealt with the guilt I felt for hating him in the beginning. He shouldn’t be blamed for the actions of a single mage.”

“I see.” Jonghyun raised his head when he heard his mother get up from the other couch. She was almost to the stairs when she turned to finally say. “I do hope your trust in him isn’t unfounded. I’d hate to be murdered in my sleep.”

Jinki twisted a little, leg thrown over Jonghyun’s as he gazed up at him when she finally disappeared. “I’m sorry. I instigated.”

“It’s alright. You’ve had so many chances to either kill me or let me die if you really wished to be rid of me.” His eyes were half closed as he gazed at Jinki. “I could just sleep here, curled up with you.”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but don’t you still have a bedroom?”

“I do.”

The quick quirk of his brows upward made Jinki softly smack his chest, half whispering, “I am not fucking you when your mother is in the same house.”

As they untangled themselves and Jonghyun led him back with their hands intertwined, he grinned, “It was worth a try.” He closed the door by pushing Jinki against it gently, brushing their noses together. “How do you feel about very heated kisses?”

“Keep your hand away from my cock,” He whispered just barely off Jonghyun’s lips. “And you can have all the kisses you want, Dear.”

----

In the morning, Jinki wore some of Jonghyun’s extra clothes. They both were up before Jonghyun’s mother. Jinki quickly started the fire once again before joining Jonghyun at the main table in the small kitchen to help with breakfast. Before curling his fingers around the knife, he slipped behind Jonghyun, wrapping his arms around him for a moment to nuzzle into his neck. “Good morning, Baby.”

“You said that already today.” But he still put his own knife down to put his left hand over Jinki’s on his stomach.

“I’ve called you beautiful today too, but,” He grinned after kissing his neck. “Am I not allowed to find you beautiful now too?”

“You’re in a good mood.”

“I am.” He slipped finally to stand on the other side of Jonghyun and grabbed a few carrots to slice. “I think it’s the domesticity.”

Jonghyun gently bumped their shoulders, smiling when Jinki looked over at him. “I like this too.”

It was the warmth of Jonghyun’s gaze, how cute he was with his messed up hair and the lopsided grin that made Jinki leaned closer to press their lips together. The soft almost grunt that Jonghyun let out was enough for Jinki to drop the knife and curl his hand around his waist, twisting to face him to allow easier kissing. It was then there was the sound of someone clearing their throat, and both pulled apart as if the other was burning hot to the touch.

Standing there was Jonghyun’s mother, arms crossed over her chest as she stared disapprovingly at the both of them. “I’d rather not have that happening in my house.”

“Apologies, Ma.”

Jinki avoided her gaze as she talked over to take the knife he had been using and resuming what he had been doing. Taking the hint, he slipped out from the table and headed into the bedroom. He vaguely could hear Jonghyun saying something to her in a frustrated tone, but he didn’t focused enough to make out the words as he closed the door behind him.

-----

Jinki had grabbed his sketchbook after pulling on his boots and left out the front door without saying much. He was sure neither of the two other people noticed he had even left. Stepping from the small fenced in yard, he glanced either way on the path before settling on the right. His pace was slow, eyes flicking over the flowers and green lining the path after passing under the guard walkway. Up the hill, he stepped off the path, staring off over the view of the city. Smiling he took the few steps to the grass of the hill’s edge, crisscrossing his legs and opening his sketchbook. The view of Riverwood was beautiful, the curve of the river sparkling in the early morning sun off into the distance. Towards Whiterun and the great plains.

His gaze lingered a little longer on Jonghyun’s childhood home, bottom lip pulled through his teeth. It wasn’t as if he expected to walk into that home and be welcomed with open arms, but he had expected to at least be trusted enough to not kill them both if Jonghyun showed how much he mattered to him. For Gods sake taking the damn knife away make no sense when his weapon was his hands. He loved Jonghyun so much and his mother’s acceptance of him, and they meant the world to him. He didn’t have much family left and understood how important such a thing was, especially to Jonghyun. He feared that if overtime she never learned to at least tolerate him, that Jonghyun would end it because he would have grown tired of the tension between the two of them.

Jinki closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, before opening them again to begin to draw, the breeze over the rocky terrain behind him cooling against his neck.

-----

Jonghyun pulled open the door quickly, careful not to spill the wooden plate of food in his hand, only to freeze in his tracks. Jinki wasn’t in the room. The bed was still made, everything the way they had left it when they left the room just a few hours ago. For a few moments dread filled his heart that Jinki had slipped out and left, too exhausted of dealing with his mother and the constant distrust to take it any longer, but he saw his robe neatly folded on the desk and the tension was released from his chest.

“Hey, Ma?” He called out as he turned on his heel to return to the main part of the house.

“Yes, Sweetie?”

“Have you seen Jinki?”

“Not since before breakfast.” She scuffed. Jonghyun laid the plate on the kitchen table before heading toward the door. He was pulling it open when she asked, “Aren’t you coming to help me at the Mill?”

“I am but I really-”

“You promised to help.”

“And I will Ma!” He ran his fingers through his hair, eyes fluttering a little as he scolded himself for raising his voice at her. “But I won’t focus until I know he’s alright.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s more of a risk to do harm than harm to him.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose before softly saying. “I’ll meet you there, Ma.”

-----

Jinki slowly looked up when he heard footsteps to his right, hand lifting slightly after dropping his pencil, but the fire died out quickly around his fingers when his eyes fell on Jonghyun. “And what brings such a handsome Nord all the way up here?”

“I’m looking for my lover. Perhaps you’ve seen him?” Jonghyun slowly sat beside him, legs bent out to the side as he leaned on his hand behind Jinki. As his right hand moved through Jinki’s longer locks, he smiled, “Really pretty, pointy ears, likes to sass everything.”

“I may know who you are speaking of.” A sense of peace filled him as Jonghyun pressed a warm kiss to his cheek. “Was I gone too long?”

“A bit.” He shifted enough to gently begin to braid small plaits in his white hair.

Jinki glanced over at him, left-hand fingers gently tapping on the paper before him before he asked, “Are you alright? Your hands are shaking.”

“I may have thought my mother’s constant judging and mistrust of you had gotten too exhausting and you had left.”

“Oh, Jonghyun,” Jinki whispered, twisting to grab Jonghyun’s hands into his own, stopping him from finishing his braid. “Look at me, Baby.”

Slowly, his eyes lifted, “I should have had more faith in you.”

“You’re right, but that doesn’t negate how you feel. I love you. I’ve dealt with worse than your mother. Hopefully, she’ll warm up to me and if not, you’re worth it.”

His shoulders slumped as he let out a deep breath, eyes crinkling a little as he smiled. “Do you want to stay in the inn tonight?”

“I don’t think she would like you coming with me, and I must confess, sleeping is more difficult without you now.” Jinki gently tapped the tip of Jonghyun’s nose. “You keep the nightmares away it seems.”

Jonghyun gestured to the sketchbook still in Jinki’s lap, “What were you drawing?”

In response, Jinki just opened it and handed it over gently, taking refuge in the warmth of Jonghyun’s body still pressed against his own. Eventually, Jonghyun would have to return down the hill and over the bridge to the Mill to help his Mother, but for the time he had with him, Jinki planned to soak it all up as much as he could. He pressed a soft kiss to Jonghyun’s temple, eyes fluttering closed as he stayed there for a moment. “I could stay here with you forever.”

“These rocks would turn out to be very uncomfortable.”

“You make my attempts to be romantic pointless, Love.”

“Oh, never pointless.” Jonghyun grinned. “I can’t have you thinking you’re charming or something.”

------

He was just spooning the stew into the first wooden bowl when the front door was gently unlocked and pushed open. Stepping through was the small frame of Jonghyun’s mother and the man shortly after. Jinki lifted the bowl in his hand after both pairs of eyes fell on him, smiling softly. “Dinner is ready.”

Jonghyun was quick to dropping his boots by the door and padding over to take the offered bowl, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Babe.”

Jinki poured another bowl and hesitantly stepped closer to the older woman sitting on the chair across from Jonghyun. He held it out with both hands slowly, retracting his hands away just as gingerly once the bowl was taken from them. She bowed her head slightly, “Thank you.”

He only nodded before grabbing himself a bowl, finding a place beside Jonghyun. Over the happy sounds as Jonghyun ate next to him, Jinki realized his mother hadn’t moved to eat until he himself had. He just shook his head and focused on finishing his dinner. He’d pick his battles and this wasn’t one of them.

------

Jonghyun rolled his shoulders and neck, grimacing as the pain shot down his back. He liked to believe he was in fairly decent shape, but it had been over a year since he had helped his mother at the Mill and his muscles ached. He finished cleaning up the kitchen table before finding a seat at the small dining table. A few fingers rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes squeezing shut as he focused on alleviating the pain. As soon as he had started a pair of hands had replaced his own, pressing and warming his muscles. Even before he spoke, Jonghyun knew who the hands belonged to. “If you’re hurting you should have told me.”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

Quick as the pressure was added, the fingers were removed, but the calm warmth of Jinki’s healing magic began to seep into his sore muscles. Once the magic was gone, Jinki pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “Mission failed, Baby.”

Neither man noticed Jonghyun’s mother gazing at them from across the room on the way to her bedroom.

-----

Jinki could see where Jonghyun got his good looks from. His mother was a short, slim woman, with long grey hair that she had braided in a thick plait down her back at all times. Unlike many Nord women he had seen throughout his life, she seemed to have a thing against dresses. Her pale colored shirts were always rolled up at the sleeves and tucked into her pants. Her boots were bulky and thick, going up to her knee. For such a small thing, she was determined and strong. Other things Jonghyun must have gotten from her.

The last few days had been less tense in the house, but he could still feel how nervous she was around him as if she feared something would snap in his mind and he’d harm them both. Later evening tea was one of his favorite things, but being left out of the conversation did nothing for his level of frustration. So when they put the last log onto the fire, he volunteered to go cut some more. He laid his cup on the table in front of him, kissed Jonghyun’s lips softly, before slipping towards the door. Anything was better than being cut off each time he attempted to enter the conversation.

But as he moved toward the stump, he realized there was no ax stuck in the wood as expected. He conjured a small mage light but finding nothing he slowly headed back toward the house, only to stop at the slightly ajar door when he heard his name being spoken inside.

-----

“Jinki seems nice enough son, but can you honestly tell me you know him enough to love him? To trust him?”

Jonghyun sipped at his own tea to take the time to think of a response to her questions. “How long did you think you knew my birth father before you laid with him, Ma?”

“Jonghyun!”

“I’ve known Jinki for almost a year. He’s shared some of the most painful things he’s had to experience and trusts me with that knowledge. I know him very well Ma. I trust him with everything I have. I wouldn’t have brought him here to you if I didn’t.”

“He’s not the right man for you.” She insisted, leaning forward in her chair. “As you grew up I expected you to find a decent woman to marry and take over the Mill from me, and while it took time I’ve come to accept your love of men. But I know in my gut he’s not the right man for you.”

“Shouldn’t I know who is the best for me? I love him, Ma.”

“I don’t doubt your feelings or your belief in them. There are things that I want for you, things that I know you want, that I don’t think he can give you. What about children Jonghyun? You’ve always told me you wanted kids. Does he want the same things as you?”

“Yes.”

“He’s the most powerful mage in all of Skyrim. Do you think he’s going to give it all up to settle down with you? To have kids?”

“The subject of children for him is difficult and I will not force it upon him for my own desires. I love him. I want to be with him and if that means staying up at the College for the rest of my days I will.” Jonghyun pushed off his chair, it screeching a little against the wood of the floors. “He’s been through so much Ma and as much as I love you I will not sit here another moment while you judge him. He’s the man I love. He’s not going anywhere so maybe you should learn to accept that.”

As he pushed open the front door, he realizes a little too late that it had been ajar in the first place. Only when he’s collided with Jinki’s chest does it notice it. Quickly he finds Jinki’s gaze and he knows by the sorrow in his eyes and the shakiness of his hands as they rest on his hips, that he had heard more than he should have. Quickly, he curled his fingers around Jinki’s left wrist and pulled him from the small porch. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here for a while.”

“Jonghyun-”

Stopping abruptly and managing to turn around to press a kiss to his lips was tricky and he was slightly proud of himself. “Shh. Not here.”

Jinki quieted, and followed, trusting Jonghyun completely.

------

Their feet were swinging off the dock, the rushing water under them spraying mists on their bare skin. Jonghyun shifted his eyes over to Jinki, watching the way his hair blew slightly in the breeze, soft curls falling from the messy ponytail he had thrown it in after his bath that afternoon. “I meant what I said.”

“I know you did.”

“And yet it’s still bothering you.”

“How can it not, Jonghyun?” Finally, Jinki looked over, bottom lip sucked through his teeth for a moment before he continued. “I’d give up everything I have for you, but I know being with me means you’re giving up a lot more than I possibly can. I don’t know how kids will affect me. I haven’t been a father since Jaewha and I failed her. It doesn’t make me very willing to jump into parenthood again. Maybe your Mother is right and I’m not the one for you.”

Jonghyun took a shuddering breath before reaching over to curl their fingers together, lifting it so he could press a kiss to the back of Jinki’s hand. “My Mother has been right about many things, but she was wrong when she believed the man that sired me would be a good father, she was wrong when she thought I’d marry a woman, and she’s wrong now. I love you more than I have anyone else. I don’t need children to make a home. I need you and a roof over our heads and honestly… I might not even need the roof. If I spend the rest of my life traveling the roads and sharing a tent or a bedroll in a cave, I’d die a happy man.”

“I’ve never been enough.”

“You are to me.” Jonghyun smiled, tears blurring his vision. “How do you feel about a dog?”

Through Jinki’s own silent tears, he laughed, using his other hand to pat his cheeks dry. “I think I could get used to a dog.”

“C’mere.” With a little wiggling Jinki’s thigh was pressed against his. When Jonghyun laid his head on his shoulder, Jinki rested his own head on his. “I think we should stay in the inn for the remaining time of our visit.”

“Jonghyun that’s not-”

“She doesn’t make you comfortable. I won’t force you to deal with it for me.” He squeezed his hand softly, smiling as he watched the way the moon rippled against the river’s surface.

“Thank you.” Was whispered against his hair as Jinki pressed a kiss there.

-----

They retrieved their things before walking down the path toward the inn. Once they had bought their room for the next week, both were quick to wash their hands and fall into bed. Jonghyun was just about to blow out the candle when he stopped, his breath flickering the flame slightly. “Jinki?”

“Yes, Baby?” His voice was deep and groggy, sleep tugging at his consciousness.

“Why don’t you use fire anymore?”

"I do use it when necessary, but," Jinki nuzzled into his pillow, eyes closed as he answered easily. “My fire makes you afraid. So I use other things.”

“But you enjoy your fire.”

It was then Jinki’s eyes slowly opened, peeking up at him through his lashes. “When there is a spider you handle it for me. It’s not that big of a deal.”

But it was. For as long as Jonghyun had known Jinki he had always used fire as his primary type of destruction magic until a few months ago right around their exploration of Mzulft. When Jonghyun had noticed him switching from fire to ice the moment he had stepped into the room. It was a respect thing, a small change for Jinki, but a huge meaning for Jonghyun. “You really don’t have to.”

Jinki pressed up just enough to kiss him deeply, smiling as he patted his cheek. “But I do I'm shooting right past you all the time. If I can help you feel more at ease and focused by just switching the type of magic coming from my hands, I will. Goodnight, Beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Jonghyun spent most of the night curled into Jinki’s back, holding him tightly and squishing his cheek against his bare skin. For a while, trying really hard not to cry at how sweet Jinki was.

#jongyu #onjong #jonghyun #onew #shinee #jinki #skyrim au #my fic

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voiceofmany-a · 6 years ago

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✚ Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body. (javey)

[acts of affection] - accepting!

@tomorrcwsnews

More and more, Davey seeks Jack out to spend time with him. He’s not an idiot, and he’s pretty sure Jack isn’t either - they both know why Davey’s there all the time now. But neither of them have opened their damn mouths to say anything, so they appear to be stuck in a stalemate.

Either way, as Jack prepares his brushes for Medda’s third backdrop, Davey sits on the floor of the stage with his back against Jack’s cart of supplies. He reads his book admirably well for a man who wants to keep looking up, studying Jack’s bare arms.

But suddenly Jack’s in his peripheral vision, going down on one knee, and Davey’s heart skips a beat. He won’t look up. He just won’t. He’ll, he’ll keep reading, so whatever prank Jack’s about to pull won’t even affe-

But then there’s a clean, dry paintbrush stroking slowly up Davey’s neck, and he drops his book with a sharp, shaking gasp.

“H-Hey, I, I, uh…” He can barely find words for the wire that stretches down his spine, that lights with splashes of electricity every time the brush moves over his neck. “Fuck,” he whispers, grabbing handfuls of his trousers. “You don’t, y-you don’t want, I-I’m sensitive, Jack, please-”

#EMBARRASSING #tomorrcwsnews #tomorrcwsnews: jack #c: davey jacobs #meme: davey jacobs #meme response

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lifeisafunnyplace · 7 years ago

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Ta-daaa

I know one amazing girl who happens to celebrate her birthday today(Friday). She also happens to be an amazing writer and a wonderful friend. Therefore I have stolen her fic and made an epilouge for it, to celebrate her day, to honour her writing, to make her blush and probably wanna smack me.

Without her I had lived my life tragically unknowing about EXO and the beauty and fun in writing. After you have read this, you might think that had been for the better, but idc bc I had fun!

So basically, this is based on Imissedyourskin's Baek x girl(you) fic. It's the cutest thing out there. My writing is not anywhere close to her level, but it might still be fun to read, if you're in for a full 5k of smut. And if you like to read Baek smut in general, I'm sure you can enjoy it without having read her fic.

Dy, this is for you! May you have a wonderful blushing birthday.

Love 케이

The full fic ”Between Day and Night” for those who might be curious: Read it HERE on aff

Okay... here we go

The stuff the author never is going to write herself 💕

It's that time of the day, that time when you are awake but the world is not. In the horizon, the sky is pink and purple, even sparkling gold. If you left your window open, you will hear the birds singing and if you're unlucky, the sound of a grasshopper trapped in your windowsill makes it hard to go back to sleep.

In an hour or two, the sun will be up, but before that, you have this time when it's quiet and the world is soft as pastel watercolours melting together.

Your mind might be awake, still your eyes are closed and your body is limp and warm, boneless, heavy between soft sheets. Maybe you are a bit too awake to go back to sleep, makes you twist and turn a bit in bed, raise up to fluff your pillow.

When you drop your head down on the pillow again, your heart melts a little because an arm is stretched out and invites you to curl up against it. Therefore, you do and are awarded with a pair of warm lips pushed to the spot right under your earlobe while another arm closes around your upper body and molds you into a little spoon.

You know that time? You know that feeling? Dae does.

...

She was thankful for the darkness that still enclosed them. If he had opened his eyes, her blushing neck was invisible. A soft kiss on sensible skin was not enough to make her blush, but memories from the drive last evening were.

It had been a year, more or less, since the last time they had been driving up north to visit this place. That time she had her arm in a cast, caused by her clumsy feet and unsure heart. Last time had been that time when everything changed.

Memories of having a painful arm was not what made her blush either, it only made her mentally face palm at their stupid behaviour back then.

This time driving had been something very different. Baekhyun had been singing and joking around, sporting his happiest face and brightest smile. And then it was his hand. His elegant hand with long fingers, soft skin and okay, that was what made her blush in the dark.

She had grown used to him resting his hand on her knee while driving. Baekhyun's new car had automatic transmission, meant his right hand was free to do whatever it wished for, like travelling up her thigh. Slowly it reached the rim of her skirt and she had watched his slim fingers play with the soft fabric.

It had been a beautiful day, warm and sunny so Dae was wearing a comfortable dress, blue and covered in small printed flowers. It hugged her curves at all the right places and she felt feminine and pretty. He had complimented her choice of dress so many times already, not leaving room for any doubt about him liking it or not. In the car, he had seemed more interested of what was underneath though.

Every time she had tried to catch his gaze to get some information out of her boyfriend, he had his eyes glued on the road in front of them, humming along to the song that was playing as if nothing was going on. He looked stunning like that and his fingers were too close to her silky underwear already. All Dae could do was lean back in her seat, look out her window to take in the view and maybe let her knees fall out to the sides, just a bit.

Everyone know you can't see much with your eyes closed, but it made it easier to forget how they were in the car in the middle of the road. Dae licked her lips when she felt his fingers along the side of her panties. His soft hand still rested on her thigh while his pinkie was on its own adventures under the black lace.

She knew that smile without having to open her eyes. Knew how his mouth was pulled up in a crocked smile on the one side and how playfully those dark eyes were sparkling from triumph when her hips slid forward in her seat and a soft moan slipped between her parted lips.

...

Those memories were what made her blush and her heart to speed up this early morning. Instead of scooting her hips forward like she had in the car, she pushed back, longed to feel if he had the same pictures playing on his mind.

If it was what happened in the car or later last night in their room, she couldn't tell, maybe it was something else playing his mind, but it didn’t matter. His body spoke clearly without words and feeling his growing cock pushed into her side, sent shivers down her spine. He was awake, she was awake, but the day was still not.

...

In the car the day before, she had longed to touch him when his demanding hand covered most of her vulva, the middle finger making soft circles on black silk. She had bit her lip and curled her hands into the rough fabric of the seat while she tried to convince her body not to copy him. Pushing her hand into his pants would have been dangerous and even if she craved to feel him growing in her hand, the idea of ending up in the middle of a field outside the road was holding her back.

This was his show, his script, his game and she was his protagonist.

She trusted him with all of her cells, had no doubt when he pulled at her underwear, trying to get it off. Lifting her hips a little made it easier to slide them down over her soft bum, slim thighs and finally drop them on the floor. Baekhyun always got what he wanted, he knew, she knew he knew.

For a second their eyes had met. His were asking for what she already had agreed too, but they still asked. Dae knew he waited for a nod or an accepting smile, which she happily gave him, already too gone and too into this game.

It was about then the plan about pay back started growing in the back of her head, as a car passed them in the opposite lane. Her skirt covered his hand and her hips, and the road was quiet with very few other cars on it. Yet, what he did with his graceful fingers had to be illegal outside the bedroom.

As his moistened middle finger found her soft spot and gently flicked over it, Dae arched her back and pushed her head into the headrest. Damn that idiot and his magical fingers. He could make her fall apart in no time and it was exactly what he seemed to have in mind, sliding his fingers up and down her slit, soaking them in her juices and from time to time, tease her sensible bud. They could have driven past purple elephants and she wouldn’t have noticed.

Breathing was getting harder, air in the car too thick and warm. All she could focus on was how his fingers moved, or not moved. She twisted her body in frustration each time he pulled back and pretended he was done. Luckily, she knew the art of torture herself and it didn’t matter how eager he would be when they got into their room, then she would make sure he was the one begging.

How he was able to drive the car at the same time as he pushed two fingers into her warm vagina and rested his thumb at the very right spot, didn't cross her mind until this morning. She had been all gone, moaning his name before blissfully letting her shoulders fall down, arms heavy and chest tight.

He had let his hand rest on her thigh for the rest of their drive, gently squeezing it from time to time, letting her take her needed time to come down and recover. Maybe he seemed unaffected and cool, but Dae knew her boyfriend and his smile better. A rather large bulge on his shorts had given him away too.

...

This morning it was not a bulge on his shorts, he had no shorts on at all. She could feel all of his length pushed into the back of her thigh every time she rolled her hips a little. In the car she had not been allowed to reach out to touch him, now she could.

Dae let her left hand slide down between their bodies. Slipped it down by the small of her back and let it follow her own curves until she felt him. Closing her hand around his dick this morning felt different from last night. She had no rush, he had no rush, it was just a way of giving the other soft pleasure, let their heart beats melt together.

Being the little spoon was comforting and safe. It made her feel loved and wanted. Last night had been heated and desperate kisses, this morning was about feather light kisses down her neck. The one arm she didn’t rest her head on, he used to caress her smooth skin gently. It was next level cuddling, the kind you want to last forever and they both silently agreed on that. It couldn't last forever though, at some point their blood would start boiling and lust take over where love had been everything they felt. It always ended that way, but until then she let herself drown in his loving touches.

Dae smiled at the memories from last night. A blush was still there but more from his current touches than the memories of last night. She stretched her neck and gave him better access to the sensible skin under her ear, and smiled. She felt pride in her chest from the courage she had digged out last night, knew he loved that side of her too.

…

When they had parked the car in the hotels parking lot, she had picked up her panties and dropped them into her purse. His eyes had probably never been bigger as he raised his brows to questioning it. She had shrugged her shoulders and stepped out of the car, straightened her dress and walked next to him into the lobby. The knowledge of having nothing under the thin fabric that draped her thighs as she walked, was doing stuff to her and clearly to him too. Baekhyun had not been able to hold his hands away from her. He was constantly touching, pushing her in front of him towards their room after a check in that lasted forever.

She understood, but was not letting him buy another round. This was on her.

As expected, he pushed her into the wall as soon as the heavy door smacked in lock at their hotel room. Dae was trapped between his arms and mouth and she would let him have it, for a while. His lips finally on hers was what she had craved for too long already and with his strong body pushed against her, it was hard not to give in. She could have let him have it the way he craved, the way he probably had dreamt of while driving. It would have been easy.

Baekhyun did not deserve easy, not after what he did in the car.

Letting him kiss her, she closed her eyes and felt his tongue in her mouth that way that made her skin tingle. She was very much aware of the fact that her underwear was in her purse and when he dropped his hands to her thighs, gripped her skin underneath her skirt it made her swallow. His hands felt so good on her burning skin, the way his fingers pushed into her flesh while he grinded up against her.

So easy... It would have been so easy and delightful to just... aaah

Dae dropped her hands from his back and made sure to get a good grip of his waist, pushed him away, allowed air to slip in between their bodies. With droopy eyes and mouth hanging open, he looked like he just fell off the moon, not knowing what hit him. So she smiled and raised her eyebrows to let him know it was okay, it was just going to be a change of roles and speed.

Slowly she let her fingers trail up his soft abdomen. He was strong and slim, but not ripped. Muscles moved under the smooth skin when her fingers tickled and she loved how firm he felt underneath the soft surface. Baekhyun's eyes closed and he bit his lip as she let her nails flick over his hard nipples. On their way up, her hands had pushed his t-shirt up too and with a little help from him, Dae got it over his head and threw it away.

She admired the man in front of her, the one who had called her his for a year now. Her best friend, the one that drove her crazy with his stupid shit but also were the one who stole her heart and held it lovingly in his hands. This man with so many different faces and the one she loved the most was the one in front of her right now, as she pushed him away again. Dae shook her head at him when he tried to step closer and took a good hold of his hips.

"Aaaahhh, come on Dae", he begged as he threw his head back and soundlessly cursed at the ceiling. It was exactly what she wanted, an impatient Baekhyun ready to get what he deserved.

Then she kissed him, let her lips slide against his and used her tongue to make him open up to her, not that he was hard to ask. Carefully she sucked on his lower lip, sucked it into her mouth and released it with a pop. Baekhyun was cursing again, but it didn't last long until the annoyed sounds changed into moans of pleasure.

With her already swollen lips, she covered his chest and stomach with kisses. Her hands had dropped to his ass and every time the tip of her tongue brushed his nipples, she felt the muscles in his butt contract under her fingers as he trusted his hips forward.

Kneeling down left her in a perfect position to leave kisses right above the edge of his light blue jeans, on the sensible skin right under his navel. His dick was begging for attention, pushed up against his stomach, tip just visible and she let her wet lips slide over the gleaming tip to collect his first drops of lust.

Her boyfriend already had a hard time, had been more than ready for what could have been hours. He was desperately fighting with his buttons to get his jeans off and she watched him with a smile on her lips while letting her hands slide up and down his slowly revealed perfect thighs and finally helped him pull them down so he could step out of them.

This time he was waiting for her, probably starting to understand the rules of this game. Standing on her knees in front of him I the middle of the room was not the best position for either of them, but before she stood up, she closed her eyes and let her nose slide up along his shaft. He smelled warm and manly and sniffing in all those scents made her stomach twist and blood rush to her crotch. Just like the rest of his body, his dick was soft on the outside and rock hard underneath. It twitched when her tongue was swirling around the tip and sliding over his slit. As she let him slip inside her warm mouth, push past her moist lips that she gently used to add friction, he had to steady himself on her head and a growl of pleasure rolled through his body.

He was too close, she could tell from his breath and the way his nails digged into her scalp, but she was nowhere done with him for now. With one kiss on the red swollen tip, she steadied herself on his thighs and pushed her body up to face him. He had been watching her the whole time, his eyes had followed her every move as she stood up and they were dark and intense. His chest was heaving and drops of sweat sparkled on his temple.

Dae took his hand and pulled him with her over to the bed. She pushed at him to get him to lay down and he happily obliged. The man she so badly wanted to tease and make fall apart lied down in front of her, rested his upper body on his elbows, waited for her next move. He even spread his legs for her, the way she had in the car, made room for her to fit between his knees.

With one hand on each side of his chest, she leaned over and kissed him again, could never get enough of those perfect lips. It was just a quick kiss before she sat back on her heels and watched him.

"This one's on me, no touching"

She winked and got a frustrated grunt in return. If she had not had the chance to touch, then neither would he. A blush crawled up his chest, painted his neck and ears. He was probably feeling her stare, noticing how she let her eyes trail down from his face and over his body.

How many times had she not watched her man? She never grew tired of it. His round shoulders made him look bigger when lying like this. Collarbones stood out and asked to be kissed and she let her tongue slide into the dip right over them, tasted the salt on his damp skin. His stomach was soft and lovely to touch and the thin skin over his hipbones was perfect to suck in between her lips. She knew he was internally begging by now, could feel his pulsing dick close to her cheek as she kissed her way over his hipbone and down to his thigh. He was no longer resting his upper body on his elbows, but clutching the sheets in his hands, doing his best to lay still and not buck his hips too much.

Her dress was still on, had been the whole time. Knowing she had nothing under it made her a little shy, but the dress had to go. She sat up between his thighs and made sure to wait until he got curious enough to open his eyes. When he had his eyes on her body, she gently pulled the light fabric up until her stomach was visible to him. Seeing him swallow the way he did, gave her more courage and she raised up on her knees, stretched her body and with one hand on each side of the skirt, she pulled it over her head.

“Oh God! You’re pretty” He sounded so lovingly, his voice smooth and warm and talking straight to her heart.

Her dress had not even reached the floor before he sat up and cupped her face with his hands. He kissed her passionately, swallowed her breath for a moment and set her skin on fire and suddenly she couldn’t wait any longer. He made her feel just as eager as he was.

Moving so she had one knee on both side of his hips and one hand around his straining dick, she let herself sink down on him, let him fill her up until she could feel his skin against her. Baekhyun broke the kiss and fell back the bed, eyes closed and lips parted.

She let her hands rest on his chest and used the support there to help her roll her hips. His hands came up to grab her soft bum and by every roll she did, he met her with a soft trust with his hips. It started out slow and sensual, both of them trying to find their rhythm. When they did, she carefully leaned her upper body back, rested it against his thighs. He had placed his heels in the mattress to make is easier to move and it made it comfortable for her to move her hands from his chest to his knees and the next time she felt him push up, he hit just right.

Her head was spinning and every part of her skin overly sensitive, the tiniest brush from his fingers made her moan his name. She felt the build up in every part of her body and it was getting hard to breathe when he increased his speed and pushed her into heaven. Her walls clenched around him as his name rolled over her tongue again and again. With one last trust he filled her with his come, finally let his body release while he heaved for his breath.

A pair of strong arms, not yet turned limp, closed around her and pulled her down onto his chest.

“Fuck, I love you so much” he breathed into her ear, held her as close as possible for a little while, still being inside of her.

Dae lifted her head enough to watch him and pushed hair out of his damp forehead. Then she kissed him softly and whispered, “Love you more” into his lips. Because she did. She really loved him. More than anyone could ever-possible love anyone.

...

Soft light was starting to fill the room, telling about a new day just around the corner. She could tell the city started to come alive as well, sounds of cars being heard from afar. Inside this room though, it was just the two of them, and they had no rush with getting their day started.

Baekhyun was very much awake by now, dick growing bigger in her hand by every slow stroke she gave him. He had caressed every square cm of her skin, tickled her neck, played with her hair. Dae let go of his shaft and instead cupped his balls, rolled them between her fingers and like that forced a strangled moan out of her partner. He grabbed one of her boobs, massaged it, squeezed it and rolled her nipple between his fingers, made her moan loudly.

He knew about all of her sweet spots by now, her breasts, the thin skin on the inside of her arm, her earlobe and the spot over her knees, the one she had not even known about herself. He knew how to pinch her nipples just on the right side of too much and what it did to her when he whispered how much he wanted her into her ear while doing so.

Dae rolled halfway over on her back, leaned against him. She chewed on her lip and sucked in air between her teeth every time his nails pushed into the darker skin on her boob. Baekhyun slipped a knee in between hers and lifted her leg up from the other. She had to let go of him, her weight on top of him made it difficult to put her hand on him. She could reach his ass though, and that strong piece of him was not a bad place to hold on to. It was perfect to squeeze and when she let her fingers slip in between his cheeks, he pulled her closer.

The one arm she had been resting her head on, was now freed to participate and he used it to grab the other breast. The first he let go of and instead let is hand trail down her toned stomach while he constantly rolled his hips against her butt. Baekhyun lifted her leg a little higher and she felt his dick slide against the outside of her folds.

“You want my dick?” Baekhyun knew the answer and how his talking always got her going. A moan had to do as an answer because he parted her folds with his fingers and let his dick slide back and forth between them. “That’s good because you are driving me crazy looking gorgeous like this” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth when done talking while his fingers played with her button. Dae felt him everywhere, and she wanted him to quit the teasing right now. But he kept going and she loved that to, shivered when he flicked his finger over her clit, rolled it, massaged it gently and more roughly. She was trying to hold back, did her best to think of anything else, but it was useless. She was a moaning mess, skin on fire and all she could focus on was getting air into her lungs. His hands, his lips, his dick were everything and they pushed her over the edge before she was even aware of being that close.

“Baek, just fuck me, will you!” Dae was out of breath and burning hot but pushed her ass back, angled her hips to make it easier for him to slide into her warmth. He deserved the feeling of ecstasy too.

She could hear his dry laughter followed by a string of curses. And then he fucked her the way she had dreamt of all morning. It was tight and sensitive, almost painful when he pushed in and he had to give her some time to adjust. She had still not landed from her euphoria and that made it more intense than usually. When she was ready, he fucked her deep and slowly while holding her body close to his, rolled his hips against her, pushed his rock hard dick into her and soon the tenseness left her body and he felt oh so good. One man can only last so long when being teased for an entire morning and Dae soon felt him speed up. He held her hips in his hands and slammed their skin together in search for his high.

A string of ahh’s and fuck’s left his mouth when he couldn’t hold it anymore, his fingers digging into her flesh, marking her, but she didn’t mind it. She was his girl, it might just show. She knew he would let his gently fingertips brush over them later, kiss them and secretly feel proud about leaving them there.

Baekhyun fell back on the bed while she rolled over to her stomach next to him. Dae loved watching him like that, when his gleaming chest was raising and falling and he covered his eyes with one arm, completely lost in his bliss. Gently she started to brush his hair out of his face, knowing how his skin was still too sensitive to touch.

A smile formed on his lips and he lifted his arm a little to meet her gaze and warm smile.

“Fuck!” He covered his eyes again and growled to the ceiling. Dae had to laugh, pushed her body up to rest on her elbows and kissed him once, laughed into the kiss. It made him drop his arm from his eyes and instead he grabbed her with both his hands and rolled them around so she was the one on her back and he was the one watching.

“I’ll happily do that again sometime” He tilted his head and let his thumb brush over her cheekbone. “But It will have to wait a couple of hours” Then he couldn’t hold back and his face exploded in the widest grin and his beautiful laughter filled the room.

“Yes, let’s have breakfast first”, she hummed, Amused by his good mood.

“Of course! I’m starving” He rolled over on his back clutching his stomach, being dramatic as always. Dae loved her drama queen of a boyfriend, his playfulness and stupidity. He could be shy or a beast and he was perfect. One year after and all she could feel was love, love for him and how he loved her. Her best friend, her Baek.

#My fic #exo fanfiction #EXO baekhyun #baekhyun fic #Smut #vanilla #love #happybirthday #to my beautiful friend #origial fic #between day and night #by Imissedyourskin on aff and ao3

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asianhappinesss · 3 years ago

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The Last Promise (2020)

Summary

Meet Ornrapee, a strong, smart woman and mother of a grown son. While she was pregnant, her beloved husband suddenly passed away, leaving her to raise her son on her own. Growing up, her son resented his father, believing him to be irresponsible when he chose to abandon them both. However, Orn loved her husband deeply and feels strongly that he will return one day. After many years, her wish comes true when her husband is reincarnated as a handsome, young man named Thichong, who is around her son’s age. When they meet, they rekindle their love, despite their age difference. Will Chong be able to discover his past life? What obstacles lie in their path to happiness and can they overcome them?

Review

I had never watched a lakorn before so I decided that needed to change. As you know from this blog, I have watched Thai dramas, they all just happened to be BL dramas. So, I scoured the internet and asked twitter on what should be my first lakorn. I landed on The Last Promise just by chance because I found it on Youtube. It sounded like something I would like so I clicked play. I AM SO GLAD I DID!

Overall, I AM SO HAPPY THAT THIS WAS MY FIRST LAKORN! I came into the drama with no expectations so I really did not know what I was getting into. I enjoyed this drama SO MUCH! People told me that this would be a good choice as my first Lakorn because it isn't as crazy as some others. It is a nice introduction to Lakorns and I have to agree. I will say though, if this is on the tame side, HOW CRAZY DO LAKORNS GET!? 😂

WHAT I LOVED ABOUT THIS DRAMA

THE MAIN COUPLE

This entire drama centers around the main couple. Well, I guess 3 people who make up the main couple. So, if this main couple didn't work, the drama wouldn't work. LET ME TELL YOU, IT DOES! I love the main couple of this drama whether that is Orn/Phak or Orn/Thichong. No matter who Orn was with on screen, you believed in their love and them as a couple. You rooted for them and wanted them to have a happy ending. They were just so believable as a couple which what sold me on The Last Promise. You also wanted to kill anyone who got in the way of their happy ending. This tells me that I was invested in this couple.

REINCARNATION

I am SUCH A SUCKER for reincarnation stories. The Last Promise was just a beautiful love story and the use of reincarnation was PERFECT! I may not always like to watch romance dramas and may be picky when it comes to romance but I am also a hopeless romantic. Reincarnation is one of my favorite tropes/stories when it comes to romance dramas. To have a couple who loves each other SO MUCH that not even death can keep them apart, that just pulls at my heartstrings EVERY SINGLE TIME! The Last Promise uses reincarnation so well. I loved watching Phak/Thichong and Orn find each other again. You got to see them rediscover each other and get through all the obstacles to be together again.

THE ACTING

I have never seen any of these actors/actresses in a drama before. I was impressed by all of them. Tor Thanapob is definitely one of my favorite Thai actors after this drama. The range of his expressions, emotions and acting in this drama BLEW ME AWAY! All the actors/actresses did a fantastic job acting out their roles as well. They made me hate their characters if they did something idiotic. They made me believe in their love story. They made me believe all the emotions they acted out on screen. This drama has a lot of talent in the cast FOR SURE!

THE CHEMISTRY

I will never be quiet about how much chemistry Tor Thanapob and Aff Taksaorn had on screen together. It was ELECTRIFYING! They could just look at each other and just through those glances, you saw the chemistry. I don't know if it was how good the acting was between the two or it was the story and how convincing these two were as a couple. Maybe it was a combo of everything. EITHER WAY, THIS COUPLE HAD CHEMISTRY TO SPARE IN THIS DRAMA!

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER

THE SON

There were multiple characters in this drama that drove me nuts and were obstacles in this story/drama. The one character that made me the craziest was Orn/Phak's son Paam. His actions in this drama MADE NO SENSE TO ME! Now his actions could be explained up to a certain point in the plot but all his actions after that plot point DID NOT MADE SENSE! I was so angry with his character for most of the drama. 😂

THE ENDING

I both loved and had issues with the ending of this drama. On one hand, I loved that it was an open ending and the viewers could interpret where the drama was going to go next especially with Orn/Thichong's relationship. I don't want to give away spoilers but what happened at the end makes sense to me because it is like when one door closes, another one opens. I like that concept for the end of this drama. In my opinion, it really was the only way to end the drama too. On the other hand, I was SO INVESTED in Orn/Thichong's relationship up to the end. Just because I was so invested on their relationship, this ending hurt me as well. 😂

Rating: 9.0/10

#thai lakorn

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heyhosam · 8 years ago

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Don’t lie, just love me

WARNING: slightly Stalker-ish behavior. It’s not really explicit, but it’s there. If you are uncomfortable reading stuff like this turn away. Stalking is not a joke, pups, don’t take it like one. Angst with happy ending? I guess… I suck at giving tittles, fucking damn

A/N: This story is based on this request from a long ago…sorry for the delay pup, hope you all enjoy reading it. It was a pain for me to write tbh, it hurt me to write Yoongi this way….

You can read it also on AFF

“He’s not a good guy, Jimin.” says Yoongi roughly, almost sounding angry. Jimin sighs for what must be the hundredth time in the last hour before taking a sip from his cup of coffee. He doesn’t dare to look up to his friend. “He probably has another one, who knows how many people he’s fucking while he’s with you.”

“Hyung…” Jimin says, hoping the lonely word is enough to make Yoongi stop. He’s tired of hearing the same over and over again. But the word gets drowned by the slight chatter of the café they are in.

Yoongi wasn’t like this, Jimin thinks as Yoongi starts spluttering angry words, each more and more offensive towards Jimin’s current boyfriend, his face getting redder by the second with rage and such hatred Jimin never thought a human was capable of.

It had been days since the last time he had officially met up with the older one. Yoongi had been persisting on seeing each other, sending texts and calling Jimin every five minutes practically begging, and each one of them had been really hard for Jimin to deny. And then Yoongi had started to appear everywhere almost every day trying to get Jimin to go out together and every time the younger had successfully avoided it by hiding somewhere or turning around to walk in the opposite direction. But when Yoongi showed up at Jimin’s work place with a scowl and a mumbled I miss you, Jimin didn’t find it in himself to refuse him again. Not when Yoongi looked at him so sad and broken.

It wasn’t like Jimin hated Yoongi, way far from that. The older one had been Jimin’s best friend for years; his shoulder to cry on during his difficult times, his wise friend for when he needed advice. Jimin considered Yoongi the older brother he never had, it obviously pained Jimin too, even if his avoidance had been justified.

“Jungkook is a liar and a cheater,” Yoongi keeps going. Jimin finally looks up and something inside of him breaks at the sight of his friend. He looks paler, bags under his eyes more prominent and his face thinner, way thinner than usual. But it’s his eyes, glinting with something dangerous, that has Jimin reeling a bit.“He has a reputation around campus, you know that. He has slept with a lot of people.”

“That was before we started going out, hyung.” defends Jimin with a small voice, hoping this time it won’t fall in deaf ears. He knows it’s futile to argue with Yoongi about this, nothing Jimin says will change the way Yoongi talks about Jungkook. And that is the main reason as to why Jimin had stopped seeing his friend. The amount of hate he directed towards his boyfriend was too much for Jimin to cope with.

“I’m sure he still does, I’ve seen him around campus with a girl, laughing and being really touchy with each other. He’s laughing at you and you don’t even see it.”

And that’s a lie, Jimin knows. First of all because he trusts Jungkook -his boyfriend has always been sincere with him, even before they started officially dating; and in second place because it’s easy to see through Yoongi’s lies. Jimin knows his friend well enough to see it.

Jimin knows Yoongi means well, the older one took upon himself the duty to protect Jimin of everything, but things had started to get out of control and Jimin didn’t know how to deal with it anymore. It almost felt like he was being forced to choose between his friend -practically brother- and his boyfriend. And the fact that Yoongi had been acting like this the past year was pushing Jimin even more towards Jungkook’s direction.

“Hyung, stop it.” snaps Jimin finally, but with enough control of his voice to not show how upset he is. Even after all this years of friendship, and all the pain the older one is inflicting on him, Jimin can’t stay mad at him for long.

Yoongi finally looks at him properly, his eyes completely focused on the younger one’s instead of wandering around, less cold and more like the Yoongi Jimin is used to. “Can’t we talk about something else? It’s been forever since we last met up and I missed you.” he finishes off with a small smile as his fingers fumble with the cup on his hands. He had never reasons to feel insecure or nervous around Yoongi but it seems that lately is the only thing on his mind. The little voice on his head always screaming at him to run away from the older one when he gets a glimpse of him from afar.

Yoongi frowns, licks his lips and then nods, and that helps Jimin breath a bit more relieved. He doesn’t know for how long he could have been listening to the other talk so bad about the person he likes so much.

They spend the rest of the afternoon together and Yoongi leaves after walking Jimin home and giving him a tight hug, warm and comforting. The kind Jimin loves and has missed so much.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Jiminnie. I don’t want you to suffer.”

Jimin nods and bids his friend farewell with a forced smile. He makes sure he’s locked properly his front door and all windows before heading to bed that night, ignoring the feeling that he’s being watched once again.

Jimin jumps and gasps surprised when a pair of arms embrace him from behind but instantly relaxes when he identifies who they belong to.

Jungkook chuckles on his ear, deep but sweet at the same time before dropping a kiss at the back of his neck.

“Sorry. Did I scare you?” he teases as he presses the tip of his cold nose against Jimin’s ear.

“Yeah, you idiot.” pouts Jimin as his hand smacks playfully the one resting on his lower belly. He turns his head to the side to see the younger smiling at him and he can’t do anything to hold back the giggle that crosses his own lips. Jungkook always manages to that, somehow. He always brightens up Jimin’s day.

Jungkook tightens his hold around his waist to press him closer and Jimin allows him to, leaning backwards and enjoying the warmth Jungkook provides in this cold afternoon.

“I’m sorry~” singsongs the younger, teasing again but Jimin can hear the sincerity on his words.

“I will forgive you if you give me a kiss.”

That makes Jungkook chuckle again and with his gentle hands turns Jimin’s body around so he can plant a proper kiss on the older’s lips. Jimin melts into the kiss, and hums happily at the feel of Jungkook’s soft and plushy lips against his own. Jungkook doesn’t have to kiss him passionately to have him putty on his arms.

As they walk around the street hand in hand Jimin adjust the scarf around his neck to protect himself from the cold. He loves winter, it gives him the perfect excuse to cuddle with his boyfriend, drink hot coffee and stay indoors practically all day. But that doesn’t mean he wants to catch a cold, so he makes sure his mouth and nose are covered by the thick cotton.

Jungkook squeezes his hand and when Jimin looks up at him the younger just smiles goofily at him, adorable and sweet enough to put a smile on Jimin’s own lips.

They haven’t been dating for long. This thing between them is still new but beautiful, Jimin thinks as he takes in Jungkook’s smiling face. The younger is distracted talking about his day, pressing himself closer to Jimin’s side as they step into a more crowded street and the amount of people around them make it more difficult to walk.

This is going to be their first winter together as a couple, and albeit the excitement of spending Christmas with each other, they don’t want to rush anything. The both agreed on taking things slowly, get to know each other even more, and Jimin is happy with it. The older of the two is happy for the respect they are giving to their relationship.

Jungkook would never hurt him, contrary to Yoongi’s belief. Jimin always trusted Yoongi on matters like these, though. The older one had some kind of a sense for new people and always warned Jimin whenever he sensed something off with someone. Not a single boy Jimin had tried to go on a relationship with had passed Yoongi’s radar, and the younger had never questioned the reasons too much until Jungkook came around.

Taehyung was the one who introduced them, and Jungkook fit perfectly and really quick in their circle of friends. His goofy personality was his charming point and his sweetness was what made Jimin pay him more attention. Jungkook and Jimin grew close as fast as Yoongi and Jungkook started hating each other.

Jungkook had tried at first, he even asked Jimin how to be closer to the older one knowing their tight friendship, but Yoongi had been refusing him, pushing the younger one away and kept badmouthing him and spitting malicious lies to Jimin as to stop them from being friends too. It got worse when Jimin told him they started dating a year after meeting.

Yoongi’s hatred for Jungkook grew stronger and the words falling from his mouth started being so painful for Jimin to hear that he had to separate himself from his friend. Even if that had hurt Jimin even more.

“Are you ok?” asks Jungkook, efficiently snapping Jimin out of his thoughts. The older looks at his boyfriend and internally scolds himself for worrying him when they are supposed to be having fun.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking.” replies Jimin, curling his lips up in a smile. It’s not forced at all, but it’s not entirely sincere either.

“You are frowning,” accuses Jungkook, his brows imitating Jimin’s own then. “and that’s never a goo sign. You know you can tell me if something worries you, right?”

“Yeah, I…uhm, I just,” he pauses, deliberating whether it’s a good idea or not to tell Jungkook about Yoongi. He doesn’t want to lie to Jungkook, their relationship was based on trust and sincerity, but he knows it will make Jungkook mad.

“I met up with Yoongi-hyung yesterday.” Jimin finally says, but regrets instantly his confession. Jungkook tenses up the moment the words are out and Jimin is quick to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “He came to my workplace and we haven’t seen each other so much lately so-“

“Because you’ve been avoiding him,” interrupts Jungkook with a scowling face. “What you should have done yesterday as well.”

“Jungkook…” says Jimin softly. He’s stopped walking long ago and has pulled Jungkook to him by their linked hands until they are close enough for Jimin to rest his hand on Jungkook’s cheek. It makes the younger shudder a bit, Jimin’s hands are always cold. “He’s like a brother to me, you know I just can’t keep ignoring him forever.”

Jungkook bites the inside of cheek annoyed, and Jimin would have to be blind to not see how much this irritates the younger one, but Jimin appreciates the fact that he’s trying to be understanding, that despite his thoughts about Yoongi he respects Jimin’s actions.

“I just… I don’t like how he tries to feed you lies about me.” Jungkook sighs, suddenly looking too tired to even support the weight of his own shoulders. “I know you love him but-“

“I know,” says Jimin, nodding with a sad smile. “And I also know you well enough to see you would never hurt me. I trust you, and nothing he says can make me change what I feel for you.”

Jimin smiles widens when he sees Jungkook breath relieved before leaning forward for a kiss. This is the Jungkook he wants to see, happy and content with his life, no worries. He doesn’t need to know Jimin has been feeling watched lately by a pair of too much familiar eyes.

Can I come over?

Jimin reads the message once again through his blurry vision. He blinks sleepily a couple of times with a yawn so wide it threatens to pop his jaw out of its place.

Jimin is tired. Really, really tired. He had to take Seojun’s shift when she called in sick when he was about to head out to home already. Twelve hours of work after six of classes has Jimin’s bones like jelly and muscles melting down the concrete. But extra work means extra money, and he needs that more than sleep.

He’s beyond exhausted now, so his plans for the night were to go home, eat something quick and sleep until the next day, but Jungkook had texted him while he was still working, followed by a lot of heart emojis with ‘I miss u’s and ‘I need to see your ugly face today’ and Jimin is so weak.

He replies his affirmative while he changes out of his working clothes. They stink, so he shoves them on his bag to get them clean at home and then dashes out the changing room with a too cheery goodbye to his replacement for the night shift and a smile fixed on his mouth.

It’s late and cold, and now that he thinks about it Jungkook’s presence will be very welcomed on his plans for the night. They can go to his apartment, order some food and fill their tummies like pigs while watching some bad movie and cuddle on the sofa, warm and comfortable. Jimin smiles, cheeks tinting pink at the thought of what else could they be doing later on his bed.

He starts walking through the silent and empty street with a soft smile on his lips, Jungkook having replied already his affirmative to spend the night at his apartment. They are going to meet at the train station since Jungkook was at the library near by for a study session.

“Jimin.” comes Yoongi’s voice form behind him. Jimin turns around quickly, his hand curling tighter around his phone.

“Hyung?” he asks confused, voice high pitched and sounding too fear induced for his liking. His heart is beating so fast it feels as if it’s going to explode; he recognizes the slight fear that covers his body. “What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you….” says Yoongi, hands shoved on his jacket’s pockets and a thick scarf covering half his face. He looks so small, the jacket drowning his tiny body almost completely in warmth, but by his stance he looks like he’s terribly cold. Jimin thinks he can see him trembling a bit.

“Have you been waiting for long?” Jimin finds asking himself, his brows furrowing in slight worry. Yoongi just shrugs in response and digs his nose deeper into his scarf.

“I wanted to see you.”

“You should have called me, or come in at the store.” says Jimin, gulping nervously as Yoongi takes a step forward. “You shouldn’t have waited here in the cold.”

“It’s ok, I don’t mind.” Yoongi shrugs once again as he takes another step towards Jimin.

The younger doesn’t know why he feels so scared of Yoongi suddenly, he had never reasons to not trust him. But he also knows Yoongi’s presence has been hovering around Jimin lately, suspiciously appearing out of thin air in places he’s not supposed to. Just like right now. And that scares Jimin a little bit.

“Do you wanna go grab something to eat? I’m sure you haven’t eaten anything.”

Jimin averts his gaze, now very aware of how it’s just the two of them in the street. His hearts picks up its pace again, nervous and slightly scared at the feel of Yoongi’s piercing eyes on him.

“Uhm, I can’t hyung.” he says, not daring to look at his friend on the eyes. “It’s late and I’m tired-“

“But you aren’t tired to meet up with Jungkook, are you?” Yoongi spats angrily. Jimin looks up at him slightly surprised by his outburst but also alarmed by that piece of information Yoongi isn’t supposed to have.

“How do-“

“Isn’t it obvious?” interrupts Yoongi, taking another step forward and lifting his hand to grab Jimin’s upper arm in a firm grip. Jimin hadn’t even noticed when the other had come that close. “That asshole is trying to take you away from me, using his pretty smile and kind eyes to lure you in and you are falling in his trap like an idiot.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, surprise and fear mixing together as Yoongi’s grip on his arm tightens almost painfully, his fingers digging into the material of his thick coat.

“Hyung.” Jimin tries meekly to get rid of Yoongi’s hand on him but the other’s grip is firm, and almost painful.

“He’s bad for you and you don’t seem to see it Jimin.” Yoongi says, voice a bit louder, even shaking Jimin’s shoulder a bit and eliciting a soft whine of pain from his mouth.

“Hyung,” Jimin whimpers slightly, his hand reaching up to Yoongi’s and digging his nails into his bony fingers. “You are hurting me.”

Yoongi seems to realize what’s he’s doing and releases the younger one as if the touch were burning his flesh. Jimin hugs himself, his hand holding the arm Yoongi was groping seconds ago as he tries to even his breathing, though he can’t do much to ease his furiously beating heart.

“Sorry, Jiminnie, I- ugh.” Yoongi mumbles, nervously licking his lips as his hand runs through his hair. “I just want you to realize Jungkook is not good for you. I would do so much better.”

And then Jimin understands. Why the hateful comments, all the lies to make Jungkook disappear, the possessive way in which Yoongi always held him, the lingering touches, the fond smiles. Jimin feels stupid for not seeing that the love shining on Yoongi’s brown eyes when he looked at him wasn’t simple brotherly affection.

“Is this why you’ve been following me around?” asks Jimin in a small voice. He tucks his head down, suddenly terrified by the answer. He’s had the feeling that Yoongi has been following him but he didn’t want to acknowledge it, afraid what it would entail; saying it out loud makes it even more real and Jimin wasn’t ready to see the reality.

“I just- I wanted to make sure he was treating you well.” says Yoongi hoarsely. He moves forward, hands up to try to touch Jimin again, but the younger takes a step back shaking his head to stop him from coming any closer.

“If you would listen to me for a second you would know he’s doing it.” spats Jimin furiously, ignoring the angry tear that falls down one of his cheeks. “If you weren’t that busy trying to hate him you would see he loves me and treats me so damn good.”

Yoongi opens his mouth to say something but Jimin sniffs loudly and takes a couple of steps backwards.

“Stop hurting us, hyung,” pleads Jimin, “I love you but I can’t have you in my life if you keep acting like this.”

Jimin doesn’t wait for the other to reply or do something, he turns around and with quick steps he rushes to the train station when Jungkook must be waiting for him already. He doesn’t look back to see the tears that fall from Yoongi’s eyes, nor the fury swimming on them like boiling lava.

“Hey, handsome.” comes Jungkook’s voice. Jimin startles and looks up from his phone, where he was typing out a message for Jungkook to ask for his whereabouts. Since that night Jungkook started to come pick him up after his classes or work. Jimin knew it was too much to ask of him, but when the younger saw Jimin disheveled and a crying mess when they met later he didn’t even ask for Jimin’s permission. Not after the older told him the reason behind his tears.

“You scared me, idiot.” laughs Jimin, immediately throwing himself at Jungkook’s neck for a hug. The younger’s arms circle his waist with ease, naturally, and presses their bodies closer.

“Sorry.” Jungkook apologizes with a soft smile before pecking Jimin’s lips. “Ready to go home?”

They make their way towards Jimin’s apartment slowly, hands intertwined and talking about everything and nothing. They take their time, enjoying the rare warmth of the evening as the sun setting shines the most.

Jungkook manages to make Jimin laugh again, which has been difficult the past days. Jimin hadn’t told Jungkook the whole story, he knows Jungkook would be terribly pissed if he finds out Yoongi had been following Jimin around. He knows he shouldn’t hide things from him, but it’s painful even for himself to think about Yoongi in that way. And as far as he knows, Jimin hasn’t seen him snooping around since that night, so he sees no reason to tell Jungkook about it.

Jimin giggles as Jungkook trips on the middle of stairs after trying -and obviously failing- at taking three at once, leaving him on all fours and his teeth almost on the floor.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” asks Jimin in between laughs. Jungkook chuckles and turns his head to catch Jimin’s eyes with his own and sticks his ass more in the air, wiggling it and eliciting more laughs from the older one.

“Is it working?” asks Jungkook, putting more energy on his butt dance. Jimin smacks it slightly as he keeps climbing up the stairs and mumbling a flirtatious ‘come and find out’ that has Jungkook on his feet instantly.

But the smile is easily erased form their mouths as they see Yoongi leaning on Jimin’s apartment’s door, arms crossed and looking like he’s been standing there for hours.

“Hyung?” asks Jimin tentatively. The older one turns his head to the couple and Jimin instantly feels panic consume him entirely at the stare the other sentences him with.

Yoongi’s eyes focus instantly on him and lifts himself from his position at the door before starting to walk towards them, dragging his feet slowly. Jimin’s sight gets cut by Jungkook, who positions himself in front of him with one arm stretched out beside him to push gently Jimin behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” asks Jungkook, voice loud and cold. It’s the first time Jimin has heard that tone of voice on the younger, not even when Yoongi was brought into conversation before has Jungkook talked like that and Jimin knows already he doesn’t want to hear it ever again.

Jimin hears Yoongi snort and leans to the side to catch a glimpse of Jimin’s hidden form. It has him shivering in fear.

Yoongi’s cat-like eyes are icy cold when they focus on Jungkook again; Yoongi looks dangerous, ready to fight, even almost capable of slicing his hand through Jungkook’s chest to pull his heart out of his ribcage.

“I just came to see him, you can leave.” says Yoongi with a venomous voice. It has Jimin flinching and grabbing Jungkook’s coat to prevent him from getting closer to the other.

Jungkook snorts as his shoulders square up, stance ready for a fight that Jimin would prefer to avoid.

“You should leave,” spats Jungkook through gritted teeth. “Don’t you get it? He doesn’t want to see you.”

Yoongi’s eyes waver from Jungkook to Jimin for a second before narrowing at the younger of the three again, darkening even more than before.

“Hyung, please-“ tries Jimin softly, fingers digging into Jungkook’s coat. He has him firmly grabbed but he knows he won’t be able to stop the younger one from launching himself at the other if he desires to.

“I’m not leaving him with you,” begins Yoongi, fists clenched in anger. “There is no way I will leave him with an asshole like you. He deserves better.”

“Someone like you?” says Jungkook shrugging Jimin’s hand off of him. “Someone who obviously scares him off? Have you seen his face? That’s not the face of someone who’s happy to see you.”

Jimin breathes in at the same Yoongi does, but whereas Jimin does so out of fear for what is about to come, Yoongi does it out of rage, and the way his eyes glow dangerously give Jimin chills.

“Fuck off.” growls Yoongi, taking another step forward, and Jungkook takes one of his own, staring down at the other angrily, practically baring his teeth.

“Don’t try me, Yoongi.” threatens Jungkook, “I will be very happy to kick your ass, so leave before I make you to.”

Jimin sees it coming before neither of the other two move. He sees something break inside Yoongi, which is what provokes him to throw himself at Jungkook. Chaos ensues within the next seconds and Jimin can only watch from the side.

Yoongi manages to throw the first punch and successfully hits Jungkook right on his jaw. The hit has the younger wobbling to the side, hand covering the side of his face with a pained expression. Jimin thinks he yells, but he’s not really sure as he sees Jungkook grabbing Yoongi by the collar of his jacket before punching him on the face. The force of the punch has the smaller one crashing into the wall behind him, but Jungkook hasn’t loosened his grip on him and throws in another punch straight to Yoongi’s face again.

“Fuck.” curses Jimin, his voices trembling as much as his hands. “Stop, please.”

There is blood running down Yoongi’s nose and his lip is split open. Jimin has never seen someone fight before, not like this, and it’s sure and image he won’t ever forget.

But Yoongi is stubborn, and takes advantage of his small frame to punch Jungkook stomach and kick his side when said one doubles over in pain. Jimin screams again for them to stop, and even approaches them to separate the two men but he’s pushed roughly to the side by Yoongi, who’s vision is fixed on Jungkook only.

Jungkook pushes Yoongi, his big hands smack painfully Yoongi’s chest with enough force to have him plant his butt on the floor with a groan of pain.

And then Jimin sees movement down the hallway; someone at the farthest door down the corridor is watching them; Mss. Choi, with her gray hair pulled up and scared eyes watching the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. She’s a nice woman, sweet and caring and Jimin feels bad she’s seeing this. He also notices she has a phone pressed on her ear, her lips mumbling words Jimin can’t hear, but taking in consideration what’s happening, she’s probably calling the cops.

When Jimin’s attention goes back to his boyfriend and best friend, he sees Jungkook straddling Yoongi’s legs, one hand holding him down by the collar of his jacket while the other goes down for another punch.

“Jungkook!” Jimin launches himself to his boyfriend, and grabs him by the back of his coat to pull him away form the other man. Yoongi is not unconscious, but has stopped fighting back, just laying there motionless with a blood-stained face. “Stop, you gonna kill him.”

“He deserves it!” fires back Jungkook with fire on his eyes, but Jimin doesn’t flinch and keeps pulling the younger away until he thinks he’s put enough distance between them.

“Are you crazy?” yells Jimin, cupping Jungkook’s face with both his hand. There is a bruise on his right cheek, and his left eye is starting to swell, but aside from that there aren’t any major injuries. Not like Yoongi’s, at least. “I don’t want you to kill anyone, idiot… don’t- shit.”

Jimin is crying now, embracing Jungkook with a vice grip. He then hears rushed footsteps climbing up the stairs and his brain registers people identifying themselves as police officers. There are screams everywhere, someone pulls him away from Jungkook despite his protests and then a woman is asking him too many questions for Jimin’s brain to even process.

Jimin does a quick glance over, sees Jungkook talking with a police officer and then Yoongi being taken away by paramedics practically unconscious. He lets his legs give up and falls to the floor, crying, nervous, anxious.

He’s relieved Jungkook is ok, but he also feels a part of his heart is being ripped off his chest as it finally sinks in that he has lost his best friend.

“How did it go?” asks Jungkook the second Jimin is in hearing proximity. He’s leaning agains his car, some old machine that belonged to Jungkook’s father before and that Jimins knows won’t last for too long despite Jungkook’s hard maintenance work.

Jimin gives him a small smile before kissing his lips, sighing happy as Jungkook embraces him.

“Good,” he replies, his hand reaching up to cup Jungkook’s cheek. The bruise is practically faded, thankfully. No more remainders of what had happened a moth ago. “I think I left a good impression.”

He pecks his lips again, just because he can, that elicit chuckles from Jungkook’s mouth and his arms tightening around his waist. There is something in the way Jungkook holds him that has Jimin sighing dreamily every time; Jungkook’s touch is always firm but gentle, caring and sweet. Jimin has never felt so secure before in another man’s embrace.

“Is there anyone whose not falling for your charms?” teases Jungkook, smile plastered on his mouth. White bunny teeth peeking from under his top lip. “I’m sure you will get the job.”

“I hope so…” says Jimin flattered by the subtle compliment, his words accompanied with giggles and warmth on his heart. He doesn’t know why he’s smiling that much, must be what being in love feels like.

“Ok, let’s go. I’m starving.” Jungkook pats his butt playfully, eyes shining mischievously, kinda childly like and Jimin concludes right then and there that he’s deeply in love with this dork.

They get in Jungkook’s old car, motor roaring loudly to live and attracting attention form people around. Jungkook links their hands atop Jimin’s thigh and talks animatedly about something silly he and Taehyung did the other night while driving them to their favorite ramen shop. Jimin just smiles, happy and content to have found some light on his life that comes by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

#jikook #bts fic #jikook fic #tw: stalking #angsty??#happy ending #i know its not 100% accurate to what you asked for but.....#i hope its good enough for you to enjoy ^^#sam writes

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seafoam-blue · 8 years ago

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The Star by wuyifan95, deedee_zelo90 & alyssa_1998

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Story Title: 6/10

The story has fourteen chapters and I asked myself if I actually had time to read it. I find the title quite cute, if I say so myself. Yet, I can't seem to see the relevance it has to your story plot. I can sense a little connection but it's not a huge part of the whole story. A title needs to be effective to an extent it does accurately portray the message and plot of the story. A title also needs to be able to portray the story plot well without giving away too much. Your title, in my opinion, is vague in a good way but I can't seem to understand it and I'm really sorry.

Appearance wise I have to say it is quite mediocre, the title isn't a turn-off but it isn't really a hook either. It’s a bit on the plain side, and it sounds like something that many people would use. Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you get your title from EXO's The Star? I kinda guessed that because when I first saw your title, I was quickly reminded of that song which happens to be one of my favourites. I don't think the title is eye-catching enough, and that is one of the problems with naming a fanfic after a song. There are too many other fanfics with the same title and this will not help yours to stand out. Perhaps, you should come up with something more profound. You can try messing around with words, find something relating to the story yet not revealing the plot.

Foreword & Description: 11/15

Let's start with the description first, shall we? Your description is something safe as I'd like to call it. You pretty much summarized everything without giving away too much and that's good. It's not the best but it's fine to me. There are certain parts that caught my attention, so well done. There's one thing I'd like to talk about and that is your sentence construction. I don't know why but most of your sentences are really awkward to read, or maybe it's just me. Try to rewrite some parts in your description to make it more appealing and readable to the reader's eyes. You can ask your co-authors to help you or just ask for a beta-reader. I'm not sure if English is your first language but you do have a bit of wrong grammar from your description.

Original: Kris already has a girlfriend who he loves.

Correction: Kris already has a girlfriend whom he loves.

As you can see, a lot of people tend to get this mistaken. 'Who' vs. 'Whom'. I read a lot of fics where the author got these two words mixed up. Here's some explanation. From what I've studied, who should be used in the subject position in a sentence, while whom should be used in the object position, and also after a preposition. For example:

Who cooked this rice? (here, who is the subject of the sentence)

Whom do you think we should support? (here, whom is the object of support)

To whom do you wish to talk to? (here, whom is following the preposition to)

I hope you get the idea. I'm sorry if you don't understand what I'm trying to say. I'm really bad at explaining things, so forgive me.

Moving on to the foreword, I think everything's fine here. The only thing that needs a little touch-up is the sentence construction which I've mentioned before. The snippet you've given is nice, I have nothing to complain about. The only real problem I have with your overall description are your character descriptions where you introduced the three major characters and gave a brief outline of them. I feel that this is really unneeded as the details you gave under each character could have been introduced in the story rather than the foreword itself. It's fine if you're giving the readers and subscribers the important information, but never give away their personalities. Sometimes things should just be left hidden so that the readers can discover them themselves.

Characterization: 8/10

Here, I'll just talk about the three characters that seem dominant in my opinion, which are Kris, Hyuna and Lunia. I find that your characters are interesting, but they're not memorable or amusing to me. You developed your characters with dialogues instead of describing their actions and feelings. It's not wrong but it's not good either. Some readers might have a hard time grasping your characters and connect to them. I don't have a problem with it, though. I won't ask you change the way you write because you're probably comfortable with that style of writing. Different authors have different kinds of writing styles. It all depends on taste and preference so I won't say much.

Let's start off with Kris. Based on what you wrote, I think he's an idiot. I had neutral feelings for him. I didn't like Kris but at the same time I didn't hate him. I find his character irresponsible. He left Hyuna for 4 years without a good explanation and when he finally met her, he acted like nothing happened. Honestly, I wasn't satisfied with that. He even dared to stay the night with Hyuna and made out with her. That was absolutely unacceptable and unfair considering what he had done to the girl. Another thing is that he's currently having conflicts with his own feelings. He loves Lunia but at the same time he loves Hyuna. He might be irresponsible and stupid at some point, but I can still see that he's selfless. He left Hyuna for a reason and seeing how he kept the secret for so long, he must've have loved the girl very much. I can see that he has flaws which is good. I want to feel sorry for Kris, but he brought all the problems to himself and I really hope in the future chapters, he is able to make things right.

As for Hyuna, I think she is quite a strong-minded person. She won’t take it when someone tries to hurt her, she stands up for herself against Kris and I really like this aspect of her. She acts all tough when she's broken on the inside and I think this is portrayed really well. Taking a revenge on Kris was a dirty trick but after what she had been through, it's understandable and realistic. I realized that Hyuna wasn't the girl that she used to be. When she was in Canada, I saw that she was very bright and cheerful. She was also friendly as she was able to befriend Kris in a split second. But after what happened, she became cold and passive that she can't seem to interact with anyone other than her brother and her best friends. She detaches herself from other people because she doesn't want her trust to be betrayed again like what Kris did to her. She might have changed, but I can still see bits of her old traits in her because that's her true personality which I find you did a good job of portraying. I like her character.

Now, it's Lunia's turn. Lunia is an insane person that I can't even think of her as 'normal'. She's really bubbly, like really really bubbly. I had a hard time understanding her because to me, her personality was hard to grasp. I'm starting to wonder why the EXO boys treasure her so much when she comes off as clingy and spoiled, which makes her unlikeable to me. She feels like a 'Mary-Sue' who lacks layers as a character. She feels really flat and plain, and she did come off as unrealistic at one point. I gotta say that it annoys me that Sehun likes her because I honestly think he deserves better. I hope you will try to improve her character as the story goes on because there's nothing to it. One thing that doesn't make sense is that she keeps calling Kris 'oppa' when she's actually Chinese and Kris is also Chinese. I don't see the point why she calls Kris 'oppa' when they're both Chinese.

Summary/Plot: 15/20

So far, the plot for the whole story is not the most original plot out there because I've read a few fanfics before with the same idea. But then again, I can't say much about it because your story is still on-going. What I have to say about your plot though is that it’s interesting, believe me. I really do like your plot. I know with plots many readers have their own preference of what makes up a good story but with yours it already has a decent plot. The only problem is the flow and I will talk about it later in the flow section. I won't talk about originality because that doesn't matter to me. We see cliché fics everyday. I've also written a lot of fanfics with cliché plots before. Cliché isn't always bad. If you know how to deal with it, your story will do great. One more thing, please avoid using symbols for your chapter titles. It just looks messy for some reasons.

Grammar/Spelling: 10/20

This is possibly the weakest section you’ve done in and you need to understand this so I’m going to explain it as clearly as possible. I don't know if English is your first language or not because you didn't specify, but I have to say that your grammar really distracted me. I'm not a Grammar Nazi, I'm not even a native English speaker to begin with. But there were a handful of grammar mistakes I found throughout the story, and most of them are the very basic ones. Here are few to name: tenses, punctuation, spacing, vocabulary and also some sentences that didn't make sense; I would understand what you were trying to say, but the way you strung your words together sounded really awkward or the words were simply incorrect. I suggest you type your story in Microsoft Word before publishing it on AFF because it's really helpful. Microsoft Word is every author's best friend, as I'd like to call it. I know it's sometimes tiring to copy and paste your writing because I used to feel that way before, but it helps to fix our grammar and such. I want to list some of your mistakes but you disabled text selection, so I think you can ask your co-authors to fix them for you.

Organization/Flow: 5/15

The flow of your story felt extremely rushed (to me at least). My advice: don’t rush things. Stop and explain. Some events felt rushed, like the flashback with T.O.P and the engagement between Kris and Lunia. The transitions from one event to another in a chapter was not subtle and that really bothered me. The overall flow wasn't terrible just try to slow things down a bit and add more descriptions, but not too much or otherwise it'll be boring. I didn't quite like the POV change because I feel like everything can be written with the third person omniscient POV without adding all the characters' POVs.

Structure: 8/15

There’s nothing embarrassing to point out so don’t be scared over reading this section. You did pretty well in this section but I'd like to talk about your paragraph structuring. You tend to collapse your paragraphs into one big paragraph when there are certain parts that need to be separated. It looks scattered and inconsistent. I suggest that you make them shorter; a lot of your paragraphs could be written one by one. I also don't quite like how you bolded the dialogues. Bolds are mainly used to emphasize things. In your case, you're using it for dialogues and there's no need for that, to be honest. Just stick to normal colour and format for the dialogues. No bolds or italics, unless you want to emphasize something.

Bonus: 2/5

The story is good in its own way. I can say that there are aspects in writing that I know you can improve on. Your readers seem to enjoy your story a lot, and I think that's the most important thing when it comes to a story. Your story is fun to read, I enjoyed it. The only problems are your grammar and flow, so try to fix that as soon as you can. You have two co-authors to help you so I don't think there will be a problem.

Total: 65/100

Notes: Hi there wuyifan95! I know that you requested from muraskipandadreams to review your story but I had to take over it for some reasons. I'm really sorry this took so long. I had a problem with my computer a few days ago and I actually had to read your story one chapter a day because of my busy schedule. I hope I didn't come out too harsh and my review's helpful. I'm sorry if it didn't come out as you expected. I haven't been reviewing stories for months so I hope you understand the difficulties I had when I was working on your request. Hope you enjoy your review. Thanks for requesting!

reviewed on 8/7/2014

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