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死 KKANGPAE | #19 死

† infiltration †

"When you ask about Sylvia, you are poking at wounds that run deeper than any knife Jeon's ever taken to the chest."

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content: the infiltration mission begins with motorcycle rides and pine-scented tension, jeon's impromptu marriage lie creates dangerous dynamics, seduction division training put to deadly use against fervio and kaleido, comm line conversations revealing painful histories, successful bug planting while y/n plays the most dangerous game of flirtation, and one name that changes everything

☠ author's note ☠

THE INFILTRATION MISSION IS FINALLY HERE!!! Can I just say how absolutely FERAL I am about this chapter?? Because holy SHIT did this turn out more intense than I planned. Originally this was going to be a straightforward "get in, plant bug, get out" situation but then my brain said "hey what if we make this psychologically devastating instead?" and here we are!

First off, let's talk about Jeon on that motorcycle because DEAR GOD. Writing him all leather-clad and dangerous while being simultaneously protective and calculating? *chef's kiss* The man really said "let me create the perfect storm of sexual tension and strategic brilliance" and then had the AUDACITY to pull that husband stunt. Like sir, who gave you permission to be that smooth under pressure? The way he reads Kaleido's predatory nature and immediately adapts the cover story? That's not just tactical genius, that's emotional intelligence wrapped in a bulletproof vest and it's SO fucking attractive.

But can we also discuss the absolute NIGHTMARE that is Fervio? Writing that character genuinely made my skin crawl. I spent SO much time researching the psychology of sadistic personalities to make him authentically terrifying without glorifying anything. The yellow contacts, the theatrical cruelty, the way he gets off on psychological manipulation—every detail was chosen to make readers feel the same visceral discomfort that Y/N experiences. And Y/N having to flirt with that monster while maintaining her cover? That girl deserves a medal for not throwing up or committing murder on the spot.

The comm line dynamics absolutely DESTROYED me to write. Having AD and Jeon's fractured relationship play out in real-time while Jeon's navigating enemy territory? The guilt, the anger, the way old wounds keep reopening? And then that slip about Sylvia—OOPS. Y/N hearing that name and filing it away for later? The way Jeon's walls SLAM back up the second she asks about it? I'm obsessed with how trauma shapes every interaction between these characters, how the past keeps bleeding into the present no matter how hard they try to compartmentalize.

Speaking of compartmentalizing—Y/N's performance in this chapter showcases exactly why she belongs in Seduction Division. The way she reads the room, adapts to Jeon's improvisation, keeps both psychopaths distracted while processing the horror of their situation? That's not just survival, that's mastery. She's not some damsel being protected; she's a professional doing her job under the worst possible circumstances. The balance between vulnerability and competence, between genuine fear and trained composure—that's what makes her such a compelling character.

The ending though? Jeon retreating back into his shell the moment Y/N shows curiosity about his past? PAIN. Pure, unadulterated emotional pain. He's so desperate to maintain distance, to keep his trauma locked away, but Y/N's already under his skin. She's asking the right questions and it terrifies him. Because letting someone see your wounds means risking them poking at them, and Jeon's been hurt enough for several lifetimes.

Next chapter is going to be... *evil laughter* ...let's just say the aftermath of this mission is going to hit DIFFERENT. Hope you're ready for some serious emotional excavation because these two aren't done processing what just happened. Not by a long shot.

Edit: Also, yeah. The coins was a post-editing addition because I’ve been watching the John Wick movies and I loved the coin system so I adapted it heheheheh. 🤭

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Pine is all you can smell right now.

It's annoying, really, how the air outside the night air hits different outside the castle. It's crisp—almost sharp against your skin.

And of course, because the universe loves to fuck with you, it's saturated with that distinct scent of pine and wood that follows Jeon everywhere.

You check your phone. 22:00. Perfect timing.

The moon's doing that thing where it makes everything look like a noir film, all dramatic shadows and silver light washing over the castle grounds. It's actually kind of pretty, in a moody sort of way.

Jeon's walking ahead of you, and god—even his walk is intimidating.

The air around him swirls slightly, tinged with static. Like a thunderstorm incoming.

You're starting to think his whole 'I must look badass 24/7' thing is just his default setting.

The gravel crunches under his boots as he approaches his bike. It's this sleek, black monster of a machine that somehow manages to look both elegant and menacing.

Just like its owner, you think, watching him move with that fluid grace that comes from years of... well, probably things you'd rather not think about.

He opens a compartment on the bike, pulling out leather gloves with an ease that makes it look like he's done this a thousand times before. Which, knowing him, he probably has. The way he slides them on is almost hypnotic—not that you're staring or anything.

(d̶e̶f̶i̶n̶i̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ maybe staring.)

Then he's got two helmets in his hands, checking them over like he's inspecting weapons.

Everything's a tactical operation with this man, isn't it?

He puts his on first, and suddenly Chief Jeon of Tactical Assassinations is fully activated. The transformation would be impressive if it wasn't so intense.

The second helmet comes flying at you without warning.

Your hands scramble to catch it—which you do, thankfully, because dropping it would be mortifying. But then comes the real challenge: actually putting the damn thing on.

The straps are being particularly bitchy tonight. They keep slipping through your fingers like they're coated in butter or something. You're probably making this look way harder than it needs to be, but whatever.

You catch Jeon watching you, and there's this tiny smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. It's barely there, but you've learned to spot these micro-expressions of his. The fact that you can read him at all is probably something you should worry about later.

"You always manage to make the simplest tasks look like a battle," he says, voice slightly muffled by his helmet.

The words should sting, but there's this undercurrent of... something else. Something almost playful, if you didn't know better.

He steps closer, and fuck—the wind hits you full force.

It's like being caught in the eye of a storm, where everything's calm but you know there's chaos just inches away.

His gloved hands reach for the straps, and despite the leather barrier, his touch is weirdly gentle.

Clinical, sure, but gentle.

"There," he says, and it's just one word but it feels loaded.

You make the mistake of looking up at his eyes—those dark, intense eyes that make you feel like you're being dissected and devoured all at once.

"Thanks," you manage to say, keeping your voice steady because you refuse to let him see how much he affects you. "I guess I'm still not used to all this."

He takes a step back, and you can breathe again. His expression is back to that unreadable mask he wears so well.

"You're still fairly new, you've got time to learn. Everyone does, eventually."

Silence. Words hovering between you, carried by the night breeze.

If you were s̶t̶u̶p̶i̶d̶ optimistic enough, you might think his voice had softened just a bit. But you know better.

You've learned better.

"We should get going," he says, breaking whatever moment was building. "We have a long night ahead of us."

Yeah, you think. A long night of pretending this tension doesn't exist.

Jeon swings his leg over the bike with this fluid grace that's honestly unfair, engine purring beneath him like some mechanical beast waiting to be unleashed.

You climb on after him, trying (and probably failing) to look half as graceful. The leather seat is cool against your thighs, and you're suddenly very aware of how close you need to be.

Fuck it.

You wrap your arms around his torso, hands splaying across his abdomen. Even through his jacket, you can feel how solid he is—all muscle, all heat, like a human furnace.

The proximity makes your skin tingle where you're pressed against him.

He goes completely still for a moment. You feel his breath catch, just slightly. Then he relaxes, and you could swear the air shifts, becoming less stormy, more like a breeze.

The engine growls louder as he revs it.

"Hold on tight," he says, and you know that tone. That's his 'I'm-about-to-be-a-little-shit' voice. "Don't let go."

You barely have time to process the warning before he twists the throttle.

The bike lurches forward and—holy shit—you slam back against him, the sudden acceleration catching you completely off guard. A very u̶n̶d̶i̶g̶n̶i̶f̶i̶e̶d̶ surprised yelp escapes you as he immediately cuts the speed, leaving you pressed firmly against his back.

The bastard chuckles. You can feel it rumble through his chest where you're plastered against him.

"Gotta hold on tighter than that, sunshine," he taunts, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "Don't want you flying off the back now."

You smack his shoulder, hard enough to mean business but not enough to actually hurt.

Not that you could probably hurt him anyway. He's like a fucking brick wall.

"You're such a dick," you mutter, but you're fighting back a smile he can't see.

You can practically feel his shit-eating grin and you're starting to think this whole helmet struggle earlier was just an excuse to mess with you.

"Maybe I should drive," you say, matching his teasing tone. "Since you clearly can't be trusted to act like a proper adult."

"In your dreams, sunshine." The pet name rolls off his tongue like honey-coated poison. "Now hold on properly, unless you want another demonstration."

You tighten your grip around him—maybe a bit more forcefully than necessary. Your chest presses flush against his back, and you swear you feel his breath hitch again.

"Just drive the damn bike, Jeon," you say, trying to sound annoyed but probably failing miserably.

"Yes ma'am," he drawls, and this time when he revs the engine, the acceleration is smooth as silk as you both glide into the darkness.

The bike thunders beneath you, eating up the empty backroads leading away from the castle.

You catch glimpses of city lights in the distance, little pinpricks of civilization breaking through the darkness.

Jeon handles the bike like it's an extension of himself, without exaggeration.

His back is solid against your chest, and you're definitely n̶o̶t̶ totally noticing how the leather jacket stretches across his shoulders with each turn. One gloved hand stays steady on the throttle while the other grips the handlebar confidently.

The road then straightens out, and Jeon takes full advantage.

The engine roars as he opens up the throttle, and you instinctively press closer. Your thighs tighten around the bike, and you swear you feel him tense for a split second before relaxing again.

After that, your world becomes a blur of shadows and occasional bursts of neon. Each mile brings you closer to the city, that concrete jungle where your target is hiding.

The buildings start growing taller, streets getting busier, and Jeon weaves through traffic with this contained impatience that you feel in your bones. Every block brings you deeper into enemy territory, and you can't help but think about what's waiting at the end of this ride.

God, you think, this is actually happening.

The bike slows as Jeon turns down an alley, the engine's growl echoing off brick walls before he kills it.

You've stopped beside this completely unremarkable door that somehow manages to look threatening anyway.

Because you know what's behind it.

Who's behind it.

Jeon pulls off his helmet, and those dark eyes find yours.

They're intense, focused—the kind of look that makes your stomach do this weird flip thing you're choosing to ignore.

"We're here," he says, voice low and serious.

You resist the urge to say 'no shit.'

Barely.

Jeon slides off the bike and you follow, yanking off the helmet and running fingers through your hair to fix whatever mess the wind made of it.

The alley you're in is sketchy as fuck—all grimy walls and creepy shadows.

And to add onto that—a siren wails somewhere in the distance before dying out, and you can't help but think how perfectly ominous that is.

You take a deep breath, trying to get your shit together.

The mission brief keeps playing in your head like some twisted PowerPoint presentation: get in, play nice with the bad guys, wait for the lights to go out.

Easy peasy.

Right.

No pressure or anything—just the tiny matter of infiltrating a rival gang's hideout.

Then, Jeon is moving—towards the grimy door.

Wind cuts through the clothing that shields you from the force of nature he is.

You follow close behind, channeling every ounce of that Seduction Division training into looking like you absolutely belong here. Time to put on the mask, become whoever these assholes need you to be.

Jeon knocks on the door—two quick taps, one long, two quick. The sound bounces off the alley walls before getting swallowed by the night.

For a moment, there's nothing but silence and your heartbeat doing this annoying thing where it won't slow the fuck down.

Then comes the click of locks, and the door swings open to reveal this absolute unit of a guy. His face is mostly shadow, but his suspicion? That's crystal clear.

He gives you both this once-over that practically screams 'I don't trust you,' but steps aside anyway.

Jeon walks in first, and you follow his lead, channeling your inner bad bitch because that's what's gonna keep you alive tonight.

The inside is like every seedy underground bar in every crime movie ever, except the smell is worse. It's this nasty cocktail of booze and something sickeningly sweet that makes your nose want to revolt. You force yourself not to react, keeping your face neutral even though your lungs are screaming.

You weave through the crowd behind Jeon, feeling eyes tracking your movement. Some look curious, others suspicious, but most are too wasted or high to give a shit. You keep your head high, shoulders back, playing the role of someone who's seen it all and isn't impressed.

Jeon posts up at the bar like he's been coming here his whole life. When the bartender comes over, Jeon pulls this smile that's all teeth and zero warmth. It's kind of terrifying how good he is at this.

"We're here to see Kaleido," he says, smooth as silk. "Tell him the traders he's been expecting have arrived."

The bartender's got a sour face on. "I don't know any Kaleido," he says, flat and cold.

But Jeon? He doesn't even blink. Just does this thing where he bites the inside of his cheek—which is not distracting at all—and pulls out two golden coins, sliding them across the counter like he's dealing cards.

"We're the new faces in town," he says, casual as fuck. "Kaleido is expecting us."

You resist the urge to smirk. Because damn, he's good at this.

The bartender snatches up the coins like they personally offended him. His eyes flick between the metal and your faces, doing that thing where he's trying real hard to catch you in a lie. You keep your face neutral even though your stomach's doing gymnastics.

After what feels like fucking forever, he gives this tiny nod that probably killed him inside and slides the coins in his pocket.

"Wait here," he grunts, disappearing through a door that's seen better days.

You fight the urge to bounce your leg or fidget with your clothes or do any of the thousand nervous tells that would blow your cover right now.

The wait is excruciating. You're about to lose your mind when the bartender finally emerges with this dude looks like he bench presses cars for fun, with a face that's all hard angles and zero emotion. He doesn't say a word, just jerks his head toward the back like you're supposed to know what that means.

Jeon pushes off the bar, and the way he straightens up is somehow both lazy and intimidating. He tilts his head slightly—your cue to follow. Your heart's going absolutely feral in your chest, but you've got your game face locked down tight.

No backing out now.

You follow Jeon and Mr. Mountain through the crowd.

The place is exactly what you'd expect from a seedy underground bar—sketchy people having sketchy conversations over even sketchier drinks.

The hallway they lead you down is grimy as fuck, and you can hear music thumping through the walls from somewhere nearby.

Muscles McGee opens a door to what has to be the most depressing room you've ever seen—dim, small, and probably hasn't seen a cleaning crew since the 90s.

"Kaleido will be with you shortly," he rumbles, and his voice matches his appearance perfectly—like gravel in a blender.

The door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone with Jeon.

His eyes find yours in the low light, and there's this whole conversation happening without words.

You both know what's at stake here.

One wrong move and you're both d̶e̶a̶d̶ screwed.

The door swings open again, and in walks this guy who looks like he raided a rapper's closet. His suit probably costs more than your yearly salary, and he's wearing enough gold to fund a small country.

He gives you this dismissive once-over that makes your blood boil before turning to Jeon with barely concealed suspicion.

"Was told to expect the woman," he drawls, sounding bored out of his mind. "Didn't mention anything about a man crashing our little party."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Men.

Jeon's eyes narrow just a fraction, but you jump in before he can say something that'll probably piss everyone off.

"I'm the one you're here to meet," you say, keeping your voice smooth and professional. "My associate is—"

"Her husband," Jeon cuts in, voice like silk over steel.

The word rolls off his tongue like he's been saying it his whole life instead of pulling it out of his ass two seconds ago.

You shoot him a look that could curdle milk.

Husband? Really?

But Jeon's locked onto Kaleido like a sniper on his target, completely ignoring your death glare. His jaw is set in that way that means he's about to be a stubborn ass about something.

Kaleido's laugh is sharp and mocking, the kind that makes you want to punch teeth.

"Her husband?" He looks between you both like this is the funniest shit he's seen all week. "What, she needs a big scary guard dog to hold her hand during business deals?"

You watch Jeon's jaw clench, the muscle jumping under his skin. But his voice stays steady, dangerous in its calmness.

"More like insurance."

You clear your throat, loud enough to make a point.

"As I was saying"—and you put just enough emphasis on that word to let Jeon know you'll be having words about this later—"my associate and I have some opportunities that might interest you. The kind that makes serious money."

Kaleido finally tears his eyes away from Jeon to look at you, and something in his gaze makes your skin recoil.

"Well then," he drawls, dropping into his chair like a king on his throne, "let's talk business."

His eyes rake over you both, lingering a bit too long for comfort.

"Impress me."

You meet his stare head-on because fuck that—you're not some rookie who's gonna get intimidated by his wannabe mob boss act.

Time to put all that Seduction Division training to work.

You've got a whole script of lies ready to roll off your tongue, each one crafted to hook this smug bastard right where you want him.

Game fucking on.

You start laying out the deal, watching Kaleido's face shift from bored rich boy to actually interested businessman. But part of your brain is still stuck on Jeon's little improvisation. Because Jeon doesn't do random—every move is calculated, every word chosen for maximum effect.

He saw something in Kaleido that made him change the plan.

And whatever it was, it was bad enough to make him go full protective mode.

"So these new routes we've set up?" You tap the documents as you slide them across the table, keeping your voice casual but confident. "They'll keep the good shit flowing steady. Premium grade only—none of that watered-down crap."

Kaleido snatches up the papers like they're made of gold, those calculating eyes scanning every detail. His perfectly manicured finger stops at something, and his face does this thing where he's trying to look unimpressed but you can tell he's interested.

"End of next week? With customs breathing down everyone's neck lately?" He clicks his tongue. "That's a bold claim."

His eyes lock onto yours, and it feels like being dissected. You can feel the cold breeze intensify beside you, ready to strike at the slightest provocation.

But you've got this. This is what you were trained for.

"Yeah, customs is a bitch lately," you say with a knowing smirk, leaning forward slightly. "Good thing we've got someone on the inside who's very invested in looking the other way."

You tap the timeline sheet with one perfectly manicured nail.

"See this? Already factored in their... cooperation. We might work outside the law, but we're not stupid about it."

Kaleido stares at the paper for what feels like forever, then his eyes snap back to you. His eyebrows climb up his forehead, and suddenly he's grinning like you just told him his favorite candy is back in store. He claps once, the sound sharp and jarring in the small room.

"Well, fuck me," he says, sounding genuinely impressed. "You actually know what you're talking about."

He stands up, straightening his ridiculous designer suit.

"There's someone else who needs to hear this. Come on."

He gestures toward a door at the back of the room like some fancy maître d' inviting you to the VIP section.

You catch Jeon's eye for a split second—just long enough to see the tension in his jaw.

Something's off about this whole thing, but you're in too deep to back out now.

You follow Kaleido down this sketchy-ass hallway.

The subvocal mic hidden in your collar is tiny but feels like it weighs a ton as you activate it.

"What the fuck was that husband shit about?" you whisper, making sure your lips barely move. "Because I know you didn't just pull that out of your ass for fun."

Jeon's voice comes through your earpiece, quiet but crystal clear.

"Guys like him?" There's a edge to his voice that makes your skin prickle. "They see single women as prey. Trust me on this one."

Oh. Well, shit.

You throw a glance over your shoulder, brows furrowed because what the actual fuck is going on in that tactical brain of his. But Jeon's already explaining through the subvocals, his voice low and steady in your ear.

"These types get off on finding weak spots they can dig their fingers into," he murmurs, and something in his tone makes your skin prickle. "A couple? That's like serving them weakness on a silver fucking platter."

You have to fight to keep your voice down. "So you just painted a giant fucking target on our backs for fun?"

"Think of it as controlled bait," he says, and you can practically hear that annoying smirk in his voice. "They see what looks like an obvious pressure point, but they also see two people who won't let the other out of their sight. Can't divide what won't separate."

Kaleido throws this look over his shoulder that's trying way too hard to be casual. You flash him your best trophy-wife smile before turning back to your hushed conversation.

"I don't like playing from behind," you breathe into the mic. "If this blows up in our faces—"

"It won't." The certainty in his voice would be irritating if you didn't know how that big brain of his works. "Guys like Kaleido? They're like snakes. They won't strike without knowing exactly where to sink their fangs. Marriage looks like an easy weak spot to exploit, but it also means they have to be real careful about how they play it. Nobody wants to poke a bear and its mate."

You chew on your bottom lip as you follow Kaleido through another door into what looks like some bougie conference room from hell.

"So what you're saying is," you whisper, working it out, "we look like an easy mark, but we're actually too much of a pain in the ass to fuck with directly?"

The tiny nod he gives is barely perceptible. "Bingo. It's all about the balance—make him think he's got leverage, but make him second-guess using it."

You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The pieces are starting to click into place.

"Okay, yeah. I get what you're doing here."

It's actually kind of brilliant, in a fucked-up way. Present a tempting target that's also too risky to take a shot at.

Classic Jeon strategy—making someone think they've got the upper hand while he's actually ten steps ahead.

You just hope his read on Kaleido is as accurate as he thinks it is.

The new room is bigger, fancier, trying way too hard to look impressive.

But what catches your attention isn't the tacky decor—it's the guy sprawled in this throne-like chair (what's with these people and thrones?). His hair's this violent shade of red, styled up in a mohawk that screams 'look at me, I'm dangerous.'

But it's his eyes that make your stomach drop.

Yellow contacts that make him look like some kind of Boomslang sizing up its next meal.

You feel Jeon go completely still beside you, every muscle in his body coiled tight. The air around him sharpens into something deadly, and you just know this situation just went from bad to absolutely fucked.

"Where the fuck are you going?" AD's voice cuts through your earpiece, sharp and irritated.

You tilt your head slightly, keeping your voice barely above a whisper. "Kaleido brought us to meet someone else. Apparently, they're very interested in our deal."

"Who?" The way AD snaps the word makes your skin prickle.

"Red mohawk. Yellow contacts. Looks like he raided some goth's closet," you murmur, trying to keep the tension out of your voice.

There's this pause that feels heavy enough to crush your lungs.

Then AD's voice comes back, cold as ice: "That's Fervio."

"Motherfucker," Jeon mutters under his breath, and the fact that he's breaking radio silence to curse tells you everything you need to know about how deeply shit you are.

You glance between Mohawk Guy—Fervio—and Jeon, trying to piece together why everyone's suddenly acting like you're standing in front of Death himself.

Your confusion must show somehow through the comms because AD starts talking again, his voice tight with barely contained urgency.

"Listen carefully. Fervio's not just another MDF thug. He's their fucking torture specialist." There's a rustling sound, like AD's leaning closer to his mic. "We're talking serious psychological damage. The kind of shit that keeps other psychopaths up at night. Makes V look like a boy scout."

"Hey!" V's voice cuts in, sounding actually offended. "I have standards, okay? And do you know how hard it is to get blood out of designer suits?"

"Both of you, shut up," RM's voice slices through the chatter, cold and commanding. "Get out. Now. Before he decides you look interesting."

You watch Fervio rise from his chair with this fluid grace that makes your skin crawl, yellow eyes locking onto you both like a snake spotting mice.

"We can't," you breathe into the comm, keeping your face neutral even though your heart's trying to punch through your ribs. "Backing out now would be suspicious as fuck."

Great, you think. Just great.

Of all the psychos in MDF, you had to run into their resident Hannibal Lecter.

Before AD can continue with his rant, J-Hope's voice cuts in, sharp and deadly serious.

"Listen here, you little shit," he hisses, and you've never heard him sound this intense before. "That psycho in front of you? I've had to put his victims back together. Multiple fucking times. And let me tell you something—there usually isn't enough left to work with. The things he does to people? That's not normal torture. That's not even human. He's a fucking monster wearing people skin for fun."

Your stomach does this violent flip thing, but you keep your face perfectly blank. Years of Flower's training kicking in as Fervio stalks toward you.

Those yellow contacts make him look like something that crawled out of a horror movie, and that smile—fuck, that smile is all kinds of wrong.

Next to you, Jeon's whole soul has turned deadly, like the kind of storm that levels entire cities. His body is coiled so tight you can practically hear his muscles screaming, ready to launch at Fervio's throat at the smallest wrong move.

"We need to find another way," you breathe into the comm, barely moving your lips. "But if we bolt now, this place turns into a fucking slaughterhouse. We stick to the plan."

AD starts cursing in your ear, and J-Hope's protests get even more colorful, but you tune them out.

Time to put on the performance of your life.

You stretch your lips into what you hope is a convincing smile and extend your hand to Fervio.

"Pleasure to meet you," you say, voice steady despite your heart trying to punch through your ribcage. "Kaleido mentioned you might be interested in what we're offering."

Your skin crawls when Fervio takes your hand. His grip is too tight, too deliberate, and he holds on way longer than necessary as he brings your knuckles to his lips in this theatrical gesture that makes you want to g̶a̶g̶ grimace. Those yellow eyes never leave yours, gleaming with something that looks too much like hunger.

"A pleasure indeed," he practically purrs, and the way he says it makes you feel like you need a shower.

You force yourself to stay still, channeling every ounce of Seduction Division training into keeping your expression pleasant and engaged.

"The pleasure's mine. Your reputation precedes you."

Please, you think, let us get through this without anyone getting skinned alive.

Those creepy yellow contacts slide over to Jeon, and you watch Fervio size him up. "And who's the strong, silent type?"

"Her husband," Kaleido cuts in before either of you can speak, his smirk dripping with smug satisfaction. "Though he doesn't seem too keen on... friendly conversation."

Fervio's laugh is sharp and ugly, like broken glass scraping metal. "Oh, I get it. The big scary guard dog act, right? All growl, no real bite. What, they keep you on a leash, make sure no one gets too handsy with the missus?"

You feel Jeon's hurricane darken dangerously, but his voice stays deadly calm.

"Trust me, she doesn't need protection. She's perfectly capable of handling herself."

Your hand shoots out to grip his bicep—partly to stop him from doing something stupid, partly to ground yourself. When he glances at you, his tongue flicks out to play with his lip ring.

"I'm sure my husband"—and god, that word feels weird in your mouth—"would appreciate it if we skipped the implications and got down to business."

You can feel Jeon practically vibrating with tension under your grip, so you squeeze his arm just a bit harder.

Don't, you try to telegraph through the touch. He's testing us. Don't give him what he wants.

Fervio's eyes dart between you and Jeon, calculating and hungry, before settling back on you.

"Of course, my sincerest apologies," he says, in a tone that suggests he's about as sorry as a cat in a canary shop. "Let's discuss this fascinating deal of yours."

He sinks back into his chair with a loud thud, and you take the seat across from him whilst Jeon drops into the chair beside you. His presence is both comforting and terrifying—like having a loaded gun pressed against your back. Protection and danger all wrapped up in one p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ lethal package.

Fervio leans back, threading his fingers together like some b̶u̶l̶l̶s̶h̶i̶t̶ wannabe movie villain. The smile playing around his lips makes your skin crawl. It's the kind of smile that says he knows exactly how much power he holds in this room, and he can't wait to use it.

"So," Fervio drawls, and his voice makes your skin want to crawl right off your body. "Partnership's a delicate thing, isn't it? All about that... give and take."

You nod, studying his face like you're trying to read a book written in blood.

"That's right. We're always looking for deals that work out for everyone involved."

He leans forward, elbows on the table. "Everyone involved? Now that's interesting. I've always enjoyed... expanding my circle. Trying new things. Meeting new friends."

You force yourself to stay still. "Well, they do say variety keeps life interesting."

Jeon clears his throat, this tiny sound that somehow manages to carry a death threat.

Fervio's attention snaps to him like a rubber band, and fuck—those yellow eyes are practically glowing now.

"What about you, tough guy?" Fervio's words drip with mock sweetness. "You like getting your hands dirty, or do you just stand there looking pretty while the missus handles business?"

You feel Jeon's muscles coil under your touch. His jaw clenches so hard you can practically hear his teeth grinding.

"I do whatever needs doing," he says, voice cold enough to freeze hell. "And I never just stand there."

"Ooh, feisty," Fervio actually fucking giggles, and it's the most unsettling sound you've ever heard. "I like that in a man."

Your brain is going a mile a minute, mapping every possible way this could go sideways.

The clock on the wall reads 22:45.

Fifteen minutes.

Just fifteen fucking minutes until the power goes out and you can stop playing nice with this psycho.

You lean in, like you're actually interested in whatever sick shit he's suggesting.

"So what exactly did you have in mind for this partnership?"

Fervio's mouth opens, probably to say something horrifying, but you cut him off with a perfectly timed cough.

"Of course," you add quickly, matching his suggestive tone, "we'd need to explore all the possibilities first. Make sure everyone's needs are met."

"Oh, I like you," he purrs, and his smile is all teeth and zero warmth. "I have so many... creative ideas we could try. I've gotten quite good at finding that sweet spot between pleasure and screaming."

You feel Jeon tense beside you, practically vibrating with the need to put a bullet between Fervio's eyes. Your fingers dig into his arm, silently begging him to keep it together.

"We're always eager to learn new methods," you say, keeping your voice light. "As long as they get results."

His laugh sounds like gravel in a blender. "Trust me, sweetheart. My methods always get results. I've turned it into an art form."

22:50.

You maintain your flirty smile even though you want nothing more than to dump bleach on your brain to wash away this entire conversation.

Ten more minutes, you think. Just ten more minutes of not punching this creep in his stupid face.

You force yourself to lean forward, all casual interest like you're not sitting across from a literal psychopath.

"Maybe we should talk specifics first. You know—terms, guarantees, all that boring but necessary shit."

"Of course, of course." Fervio's smile promises pain. "Always good to handle business before... other matters."

He starts laying out some proposal, but you're only half listening. Your eyes keep darting to the clock while trying to look like they're not. Jeon's still beside you, watching Fervio like he's mentally cataloging all the ways he could end him.

22:55. Five more minutes of this psychological torture session.

You can practically feel AD's planned blackout humming in the air—or maybe that's just your nerves making shit up.

You keep nodding, throwing out questions designed to keep Fervio talking. The more he talks, the more he reveals just how fucked in the head he is. But you're careful—dancing on the edge of interest without actually promising anything.

"That's an... interesting approach," you say, watching his yellow eyes light up at your apparent engagement. "Very creative."

Kaleido shifts in his seat, and you catch this tiny frown crossing his face. Someone's starting to smell something fishy.

But then it happens.

23:00 hits, and everything goes black.

The darkness feels like a goddamn blessing after staring at those creepy yellow contacts.

You let out this little laugh, playing it cool. "Well, this is getting atmospheric."

"Indeed it is," Fervio practically purrs, and fuck—his voice has dropped into something that makes your skin want to crawl right off your body. "The darkness has a way of... bringing out our true natures."

You can feel Kaleido's tension from here. He's not buying this convenient timing, but Fervio's too caught up in his own twisted fantasy to notice.

"They do say the best deals happen in the dark," you drawl, channeling every ounce of Seduction Division training into your voice. "When you can't see the fine print."

Come on, you think. Just keep them distracted for a few more minutes.

The darkness is so thick you could probably drown in it, and somewhere in it, Fervio is getting way too excited about this whole situation. But you've got bigger problems than his murder boner—like making sure Kaleido doesn't put two and two together before you can complete the mission.

You feel Jeon slip away like a ghost, silent and deadly in the darkness.

Kaleido's head snaps toward the movement—fuck, he's sharp.

Time to do what you do best: be really fucking distracting.

Your hand finds Kaleido's arm, touch light enough to seem inviting rather than desperate.

"Hey now," you purr. "Don't get distracted. We were just getting to the fun part, weren't we? There's enough entertainment to keep everyone happy."

You hear Kaleido's breath hitch—gotcha. "Is that right?" His voice has that edge of interest that tells you he's taking the bait.

Hook, line, and s̶u̶c̶k̶e̶r̶ sinker.

But then Fervio's voice cuts through, a bit irritated. "Fun is an art form. It's not about how many players are in the game. It's about how thoroughly you can explore each possibility."

Something touches your hand—Fervio's fingers, cold and invasive. Every instinct screams at you to pull away, but you hold steady. Years of training kick in, and you force yourself to lean into the touch instead of breaking his fucking fingers.

"Couldn't agree more," you say, making your voice all honey and smoke. "Quality over quantity, right? Though sometimes..." You let the words hang there, suggestive. "A little variety can make things interesting."

Fervio's laugh makes your skin want to crawl right off your body and run for the hills.

"Let's keep our friend out of this particular equation," he says, and there's steel under that fake playfulness. "I prefer my entertainment more concentrated. Just us three."

You paint on a smile he can't see in the dark, grateful for small mercies.

"Whatever you say," you reply, like you're actually disappointed. "Your house, your rules."

The minutes drag by like years. Your heart's going so hard you're amazed they can't hear it, but you keep talking, keep flirting, keep Kaleido's suspicions buried under layers of innuendo and suggestion.

Every time Fervio opens his mouth, something more twisted comes out, but you dance around his sick fantasies like you're actually interested.

Come on, Jeon, you think. Hurry the fuck up.

You remind yourself that every creepy comment, every time Fervio's hand 'accidentally' brushes yours, every moment you have to pretend his psycho ass is fascinating—it's all getting you closer to bringing these bastards down.

This is what you trained for. This is what you're good at.

And when those lights come back on, you'll walk out of here without a scratch, leaving these fuckers none the wiser.

Because that's what you do. That's who you are.

You're not just some pretty distraction.

You're a goddamn professional.

This fucking hideout is a maze—that's all Jungkook can think as he tries to move through silently.

The mission weighs on his shoulders, made heavier by AD's voice crackling through his earpiece—sharp, cold, and deliberately sparse with information.

"Left. Next intersection."

His eyes scan the dim corridor, searching for any sign of the server room. Or worse—company.

The lack of proper directions makes his jaw clench. AD's being difficult on purpose, and they both know it.

A soft shuffle of footsteps echoes from around the corner. His body moves on instinct, melting into a shadowed alcove. The wall is cold against his back as some MDF grunt walks past, completely oblivious to the death that could have been waiting for them.

"Almost got made," he mutters into the comm, keeping his voice low. "Your directions are fucking useless."

The silence that follows is loaded.

"Oh no, what a tragedy that would be. What would we do without our perfect Captain America?"

The words hit exactly where AD means them to—right in that raw spot that never quite heals.

But Jungkook swallows it down, like he always does. Like he deserves to.

"Just focus on the fucking mission."

"Whatever you say." AD's voice drips acid. "Next right, straight down. Try not to die—the paperwork's a bitch, and I'd hate to waste my time processing your replacement."

His teeth grind together so hard his jaw aches. The guilt sits heavy in his chest, a constant companion these days. AD never lets him forget what happened with Sylvia, never misses a chance to twist the knife.

But that's fine. He deserves that too.

The mission is what matters. Everything else—the guilt, AD's hatred, the constant reminder of his failures—that's just background noise. He's gotten good at drowning it out.

Focus on the objective, he thinks. Nothing else matters.

(But god, some days the weight of it all feels like it might finally break him.)

"Thanks for the fucking concern," Jungkook mutters, the words tasting like ash in his mouth.

Not that he expects anything else from AD these days.

"Don't flatter yourself." AD's voice crackles with venom through the comm. "I'm here for the mission. You're just the unfortunate means to an end."

Each step feels heavier than the last, weighted down by years of AD's cultivated hatred.

But the mission is what matters.

That's what he keeps telling himself, anyway.

Has to keep telling himself.

The LED lights overhead cast these long, twisted shadows that remind him too much of things he'd rather forget.

Of Sylvia. Of choices he can't take back. Of the way everything went so spectacularly wrong.

"Left door," AD says, clipped and cold. "Try not to fuck this up too."

Jungkook's hand pauses over the doorknob, metal cool against his palm. He presses his ear to the door, listening for movement, for breath, for anything that might mean trouble. Nothing but silence answers back.

"You know," he breathes, slipping into the room like a ghost, "with how much you hate me, you'd think I killed her myself."

The laugh that comes through his earpiece is ugly. "Didn't you? Might as well have handed her the gun yourself."

He's right, of course. Jungkook deserves every bit of venom AD spits at him.

He simply exhales. Ignores the guilt that threatens to choke him.

"Moving on," he says quietly, both an update and a desperate attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, better hurry," AD sneers. "Clock's ticking, and we both know how good you are at getting people killed when you're running out of time."

"Crystal fucking clear," Jungkook grits out, his jaw clenched so tight it hurts.

But pain is familiar territory these days. Almost comforting, in a twisted way.

"Door on your left, five meters." AD's voice is clinical now, professional.

Sometimes that's worse than the open hostility.

At least hatred is honest.

"Could you at least pretend not to want me dead?" Jungkook mutters.

"Maybe if you hadn't gotten Sylvia killed, I would."

It hits him like a bullet between the ribs, the name.

Sylvia.

It always comes back to her, doesn't it?

That night haunts every interaction with AD, turning what used to be friendship into this twisted thing full of barbs and old wounds.

"I know."

It's all he can say. All he's allowed to say, really. Some apologies are just fucking pointless.

The server room is exactly what he expected—all blinking lights and humming machines. Perfect place to hide a bug.

His hands move on autopilot while his mind keeps circling back to AD's words like picking at a scab.

"Focus, Jeon." AD's voice cuts through his thoughts. "Get the job done and get out."

Jungkook crouches down, finding a spot that'll give them good coverage. The familiar motions of planting surveillance gear almost feel like penance. Almost. His fingers work quickly, efficiently, working with the kind of precision his father drilled into him.

The comm line goes quiet. AD's probably stewing in his anger, replaying old memories like a fucked-up highlight reel.

Jungkook knows because he does the same thing.

"Bug's planted," he whispers, straightening up. "Moving out."

There's this pause—longer than usual. Like AD's wrestling with something.

When he finally speaks, his voice has lost some of its edge. "Watch your back."

It's not forgiveness. Not even close. But it's... something.

A tiny crack in the wall of hatred AD's built between them.

Maybe it's just muscle memory from their old friendship, or maybe AD's just too tired to maintain the rage.

Either way, it doesn't change anything.

Some mistakes can't be undone, some bridges stay burned.

And dead people always stay dead.

Jungkook heads back the way he came, knowing he needs to hurry. He can't afford any mistakes, not now—not ever again, really. Time's running out, and he can't afford to fuck this up too.

"Move your ass, Jeon. You got less than a minute."

AD's voice has faded to white noise in his ear, like a storm that's finally burned itself out.

But the urgency remains, thrumming under his skin like a fucking hornets' nest.

And his mind isn't helpful—keeps circling back to everything riding on this—the mission, the intel, the fact that you're still in that room with those psychos.

A drop of sweat slides down his temple, and he forces himself to focus.

No room for distractions. Not now.

He's almost at the final corner, freedom just fucking there, when he catches the low rumble of voices. His body reacts before his brain, pressing flat against the wall in a shadowed spot. His breath comes shallow and quiet as footsteps approach.

The seconds crawl by like years. Each heartbeat feels too loud, each breath a risk. The guards' voices drift closer, then past, then fade into nothing.

The moment the footsteps disappear, Jungkook moves.

Those last few meters might as well be a mile, but he covers them in seconds. The lights could come back any moment, and if he's not in that room when they do—

He slides into his seat beside you, forcing his breathing to stay steady even though his heart's trying to punch through his ribs.

The power surges back on immediately. The sudden brightness makes his eyes burn, but there's no time to adjust.

You turn toward him, probably to ask if he got it done, but the room's already buzzing with conversation again like nothing happened. Like he didn't just plant a bug that could bring this whole operation crashing down. Like there aren't two psychopaths sitting across from you both, one of them already suspicious.

His eyes meet yours for a split second. There's relief there, yeah, but also the weight of knowing this is just the beginning.

"Looking forward to our... partnership," Fervio then purrs, those creepy yellow contacts flicking between you and Jeon. "I'm veryinterested to see what you bring to the table."

You catch Jeon giving you this look from the corner of your eye—all confusion and barely concealed questions.

Of course he's lost, poor bastard missed the whole song and dance while he was playing spy. His dark eyes are practically screaming for some kind of explanation, any hint about what kind of mess he just walked back into.

You meet his gaze for a split second, trying to pack a whole conversation into one look.

Later, you try to telegraph. When we're not surrounded by psychos who want to wear our skin as party hats.

After a few more minutes, everyone starts getting up, chairs scraping against the floor.

Kaleido's already at the door, and you and Jeon fall in line behind him like good little lambs to the s̶l̶a̶u̶g̶h̶t̶e̶r̶ meeting.

The hallway feels weirdly normal after that pressure cooker of a room. Just the click of shoes on fancy floors and the distant mumble of voices that could almost make you forget you're in the heart of enemy territory.

Jeon slides into step beside you, and it's kind of impressive how he manages to look completely chill while also being wound tight enough to snap. His shoulders are relaxed but his eyes keep scanning everything, cataloging exits and threats like the walking weapon he is.

Your brain's working overtime, trying to figure out how to explain everything that went down while he was gone. How do you even begin to summarize that clusterfuck of a conversation?

'Hey, so while you were planting bugs, I had to flirt with two different flavors of psychopath to keep us alive. Fun times!'

He's counting on you to be his eyes and ears in there, to help him navigate whatever landmines you just agreed to. And fuck if you're going to let him down now.

God; you are in so far over your heads. But hey, at least you're drowning together.

The walk back through MDF's territory feels like it takes forever.

Kaleido leads you through this maze of hallways that all look the same—probably designed that way on purpose, the paranoid bastards.

You've got questions burning holes in your tongue, and you can tell from the way Jeon keeps glancing at you that he's got plenty of his own.

Finally, finally, you push through the exit doors and the night air hits your face like freedom.

Jeon practically deflates next to you, all that coiled tension leaving his body in one long exhale.

You get it. Being in there felt like having a knife pressed against your throat for hours.

It's weird how normal everything looks when you just spent the evening playing nice with actual monsters.

You reach up and pull out your earpiece, watching Jeon do the same.

No more voices in your head—just the ambient noise of Seoul at night and about a million questions that need answers.

The bike's waiting right where you left it, looking like the most beautiful thing you've ever seen because it means you can get the fuck out of here.

Jeon moves toward it, probably ready to bolt, but something's been nagging at you since those comms went live.

"Who's Sylvia?"

The words slip out before you can stop them.

It's probably not the best timing, but if Seduction has taught you anything is that information is power.

And right now you feel pretty fucking powerless.

You watch Jeon's shoulders lock up again, his whole body going still like you just pulled a gun on him instead of asking a simple question.

Fuck. He forgot about the comms.

In the rush to get back before the lights came on, Jungkook completely forgot the line was still open.

That you heard everything—including that name.

Sylvia.

The word sits like poison in his mind, dragging up memories he's spent years trying to bury.

His heart slams against his ribs, and it has nothing to do with almost getting caught back there.

Your question hangs in the air between you, and suddenly he can't breathe right. Can't think straight.

Because you weren't supposed to know about this. About her.

He turns to look at you, trying to read your expression in the dim light. Trying to figure out how much you heard, how much you understood.

But your face gives nothing away—you've gotten too good at that. The Seduction Division taught you well.

His features lock down on instinct, years of practice kicking in like muscle memory.

It's easier this way. Safer. Put up the walls, shut everything down, become the cold, untouchable Chief everyone expects him to be.

"Nobody you should be concerned about." His voice comes out flat, empty. The kind of tone that usually makes people back off real quick.

He watches something flicker across your face—curiosity maybe, or concern. But you don't push. Don't demand answers.

You just say "Alright" in this careful, neutral way that somehow makes everything worse.

Because you're giving him space he doesn't deserve.

Understanding he hasn't earned.

Jungkook turns back to the bike, jamming the key in with more force than necessary.

The engine roars to life, and he focuses on that sound instead of the chaos in his head. Instead of the weight of all these secrets pressing down on his chest.

You climb on behind him, and the warmth of your body against his back feels wrong.

Too close. Too real.

Too much like something he can't afford to want.

"Let's get out of here," he says, keeping his voice empty.

The city starts to blur as he accelerates, but his mind stays stuck on that name. On memories he can't outrun.

Distance, he reminds himself. Distance is survival.

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A Recipe for Us I Part 2 | KMG

pairing: kim mingyu x reader/oc genre: angst, fluff, smut, coworkers-to-lovers, mean!oc, soft!niceguy!gyu, chef's(oui oui) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, sexual innuendos, oral sex (female receiving), etc. words: 13,901 part 1: HERE!!!

Mingyu Do you wanna come over and taste a new dish I’ve been experimenting on?

Y/N Sure! Although if this is an elaborate way of killing me to get my job … XD Mingyu Please, I’m to lazy to commit murder 😛

She chuckled softly to herself, her finger hovering over the phone screen.

For the first time in a while, she felt a flutter of excitement—a soft warmth curling in her chest at the thought of seeing him, of being near him. The idea of just spending time with him without the usual tension that surrounded their work environment was... nice.

Y/N set her phone down and leaned back against the couch, exhaling a shaky breath. There was something different now. Lately, she found herself thinking about him more than usual. Not just in passing, but in moments when she was doing something entirely unrelated, a memory of a smile or a shared laugh would pop into her mind and her heart would skip a beat.

She thought about how easy it was to talk to him, how she could laugh freely with him, and how he seemed to know exactly when she needed space and when she needed someone to lean on. The way his eyes softened when he looked at her, how his presence seemed to calm her in a way no one else’s ever had.

Y/N paused, her hand gripping the edge of the couch, her breath catching.

Oh.

She was falling for him.

The realization made her stomach flip—an odd mix of excitement and fear. Was she ready for this? Was this just another passing crush, or was it something deeper? She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought, but it lingered.

It was hard to ignore it now. Every time he smiled at her, her heart raced. Every time their hands brushed, there was this electric current that made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t expected.

But now, with Mingyu’s invitation hanging in the air, the uncertainty of it all hit her full force. She couldn’t hide from it anymore—this thing she was feeling.

Sighing, she grabbed her jacket and stood up. No matter how nervous or unsure she was, she couldn’t deny that a part of her wanted to be with him. Wanted to see where this would go.

The evening air was cool as Y/N zipped up her jacket, taking one last look at her phone before slipping it into her pocket. She could feel the flutter of anticipation building in her chest as she walked through the quiet streets. Her steps were quick but deliberate, the sound of her shoes echoing against the sidewalk.

With every step, the thought of Mingyu occupied her mind more and more. What was it about him that made her feel this way? Why did she suddenly care so much about what he thought, about being near him?

She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew louder. Was this how it felt to have a crush, to be falling for someone?

Before she knew it, she found herself standing in front of his apartment building. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated the entrance, and she took a deep breath before walking inside. She hesitated at the door for a moment, then rang the bell.

Moments later, Mingyu appeared, a warm smile spreading across his face when he saw her. "Hey, welcome! I'm glad you came," he said, stepping aside to let her in.

Y/N smiled back, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in her stomach. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, stepping inside. The scent of something savory immediately hit her senses, making her stomach rumble.

"Nah, just getting started," Mingyu replied, leading her into the kitchen. It was a cozy space, neatly organized with various ingredients spread across the counter. "I’ve been experimenting with a new recipe—garlic butter shrimp with a side of risotto. You’re in for a treat."

Y/N’s mouth watered at the mention of the dish. "Sounds amazing," she said, leaning against the counter as she watched him move around the kitchen, his hands expertly chopping vegetables and stirring the pan. There was something incredibly soothing about watching him work, the way he moved with such confidence and ease.

"You know," Mingyu said, glancing over his shoulder at her, "I was actually a little nervous about cooking for you. I mean, you’ve been around a lot of good food, and I didn’t want to mess this up."

Y/N chuckled, leaning in slightly as she watched him. "Well, I’m sure it’ll be great. I’m sure you know what you’re doing."

Mingyu smiled, his eyes lighting up with that familiar warmth. "Thanks. It’s nice to hear that from someone who actually knows food."

She felt her heart skip a beat at the way his eyes lingered on her, and she quickly turned her attention to the stove, avoiding his gaze for a moment. She could feel the warmth of his presence, the air between them thickening with an unspoken tension.

"You’re gonna have to tell me what you think once it’s done," Mingyu continued, grabbing a bottle of white wine from the counter. He poured two glasses, one of which he handed to her. "But first, how’s your day been?"

Y/N took the glass, her fingers brushing against his as she did. "It’s been good. Busy, but nothing too crazy. How about you?"

"Same," Mingyu said, taking a sip of his own wine before getting back to the food. "I’ve been thinking about this all day, to be honest. I wanted it to be perfect for you."

The sincerity in his voice made Y/N’s heart skip again. She smiled softly, setting her wine down on the counter. "I’m sure it’ll be perfect," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Mingyu glanced at her again, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile. "Well, I’m glad you’re here. It feels good, you know? Cooking for someone I actually care about."

Y/N froze for a second, her breath catching in her throat. The air between them seemed to shift, and for a split second, it felt like the world was just the two of them—alone in the kitchen, surrounded by the soft hum of the city outside.

But before she could say anything, Mingyu turned his attention back to the stove, and the moment passed, though Y/N could still feel the weight of his words hanging in the air.

As Y/N watched him, a small smile tugged at her lips. She couldn’t help but appreciate the way Mingyu moved in the kitchen—confident, fluid, as though cooking was second nature to him. The way his brow furrowed in concentration as he finely chopped the shallots, the rhythm of his hands when he stirred the risotto, the way his lips curled into a soft smile every time he glanced over at her. Everything about him seemed to draw her in, in a way she hadn't expected.

Her eyes wandered over the small details—the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, the way his sleeves were pushed up just enough to show the muscles of his forearms as he worked. His focus was entirely on the dish, yet there was an easy comfort between them now. She had never thought she'd be in someone else's kitchen like this, let alone with someone she could feel so at ease around.

And that’s when it hit her—this wasn’t just about food. It wasn’t just about a shared meal or a simple date. It was the way her heart seemed to beat a little faster when he caught her looking at him, the way her thoughts kept circling back to him, even when she wasn’t with him. She was starting to care about him in a way she hadn’t realized before.

Y/N's gaze softened as she rested her hands on the edge of the counter, letting the quiet moments fill the space between them. She was falling for him. Slowly, but surely. It wasn’t a loud realization or a dramatic shift. It was subtle—a gradual unfolding that felt natural, like the comfort she found in the kitchen with him. It had always been there, maybe even before she knew it, but now she could no longer ignore the truth.

She leaned back against the counter and watched as he finished preparing the dish. “You really are amazing at this,” she said softly, almost to herself.

Mingyu glanced up at her, his lips curving into a smile, his eyes soft. “I told you, cooking is the easy part,” he replied with a wink. But Y/N could see the pride in his eyes, the way he lit up when she complimented his work.

And in that moment, as the fragrance of the risotto and shrimp filled the air, she realized that it wasn’t just the food that was drawing her in. It was him.

“Do you mind setting the table?” He asked, nodding towards the drawer with the plates and knives.

“Not at all!” She smiled, moving towards the drawer he’d pointed to. As she pulled it open, she noticed how neat everything was—plates stacked perfectly, knives and forks arranged with careful precision. It was simple, but there was a thoughtfulness to it, much like everything else he did.

She carefully set the plates on the table, the sound of the ceramic clinking softly in the otherwise quiet room. As she arranged the utensils, her mind wandered back to the moment they had just shared in the kitchen.

Mingyu’s presence, the way he moved with such confidence and grace, was intoxicating in its own way. There was something about being here with him, in his space, watching him do what he loved. It felt like they were in a bubble—everything outside seemed far away.

When she turned to check if the table was set just right, Mingyu was already bringing over the dishes. He smiled as he placed the risotto and shrimp in front of her, the steam rising from the plates, making her stomach growl in anticipation.

“You’re too kind,” Y/N said, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

Mingyu shrugged casually, his smile never faltering. “It’s the least I could do for my favorite guest.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the way he said that. Favorite guest. She didn’t know why those words seemed to settle in her chest, but they did. They made everything feel more intimate, more meaningful.

“I’ll take it,” she said with a teasing smile.

They both settled into their seats, the comfort between them growing even more as the conversation flowed naturally. As they dug into the meal, Y/N felt herself relaxing, more at ease with every passing moment. It wasn’t just the food that was satisfying—it was the feeling of being here with him, of sharing this space and time together.

And for the first time in a while, she felt like she could let go of the things she kept so tightly guarded, the things she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit. But for now, she would just enjoy the moment, knowing that there was something here that couldn’t be ignored.

The room felt warmer as the silence stretched between them, a quiet, electric tension building with every glance. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how close Mingyu was, how his presence seemed to fill the space in ways she hadn’t expected. His eyes, warm and steady, never left hers, and for the first time, she felt as though he was seeing right through her—past all the walls she had carefully constructed around herself.

She tried to look away, but it was impossible. His gaze was magnetic, pulling her in, making her heart skip a beat each time their eyes met. The way he was watching her made her feel vulnerable, yet strangely safe, as if he was the only person who truly understood her.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat, suddenly aware of how close they were, the soft hum of the kitchen lights amplifying the silence between them. She took a small sip of her wine to break the stillness, but her hand trembled slightly, betraying her calm facade.

Mingyu, too, seemed to be caught in the moment, his fork pausing mid-air as he watched her with an intensity that made her feel exposed in the best way possible. His lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile, the corners of his mouth turning up in a way that made Y/N’s breath catch.

“Are you sure you like it?” he asked, his voice lower than before, as though every word was deliberately chosen. His tone, almost playful, didn’t mask the deeper layers of meaning that seemed to lie beneath it.

Y/N cleared her throat, suddenly unsure of how to respond, but she nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice quiet, yet sincere. “It’s... perfect.”

His gaze softened at her words, but his eyes never wavered. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, and Y/N felt the distance between them shrinking with each passing second.

As the minutes ticked by, they both continued to steal glances at each other, each look laden with something neither of them wanted to acknowledge just yet. Y/N’s mind raced, her thoughts tangled with the overwhelming realization that something was shifting between them, something that neither of them could fully understand or control.

Mingyu finally broke the eye contact, his attention shifting back to his plate, but there was no mistaking the lingering heat in his gaze. He cleared his throat, as if to steady himself, but the unspoken words still hung in the air, waiting to be said.

Y/N’s fingers brushed against the edge of her wine glass, her heart still racing from the exchange, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to say anything. The moment was perfect in its quiet intensity, and somehow, she didn’t want to disturb it. Instead, she took a deep breath and leaned back slightly, feeling the weight of the silence settle around them, knowing that the tension was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

Mingyu stood up from the table, his gaze shifting to Y/N with a soft smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. The last of their plates were cleared away, the remnants of their meal now just a memory between them. He extended one hand toward her, the gesture simple yet filled with meaning.

"Come on," he said, his voice low and inviting. "Let's go to the living room."

Y/N looked up, slightly taken aback by the warmth in his eyes. She hesitated for a moment, the feeling in her chest shifting, but she found herself unable to resist the quiet pull between them. Slowly, she placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers.

Mingyu's fingers curled gently around hers as he guided her toward the living room, the softest brush of his touch sending a flutter through her chest. His hand was firm yet tender, leading her with an ease that made her feel as though they’d been in this exact moment before, like they belonged here, together.

As they reached the living room, Mingyu turned to her with a reassuring smile, the atmosphere around them suddenly feeling more intimate, more personal. He gently tugged her forward, letting go of her hand for just a moment to adjust the cushions on the couch. Then, with a simple, effortless motion, he gestured for her to sit beside him, his body language warm and open.

"You can make yourself comfortable," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper, as if he didn’t want to disrupt the calm that had settled between them. His hand, still lingering close to hers, rested gently on the back of the couch, the subtle invitation hanging in the air.

Y/N glanced at him for a moment, caught in the quiet tension of the moment. Her breath caught as their eyes met again, and without thinking, she moved closer, sitting beside him, her knee brushing against his. There was no rush, no pressure, just the shared space between them, quiet and unspoken.

And as she settled in, Mingyu’s hand found hers again, their fingers intertwining in the softest, most natural way. Neither of them spoke, but the silence felt comfortable, like the promise of something more.

“I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you, Y/N,” Mingyu said softly, his voice warm and genuine. His gaze never left hers as he gently brought their hands up, holding them delicately in his grasp. With a tender smile, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand, his lips lingering for just a moment, a quiet gesture of affection.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed pink, warmth spreading across her skin. She tilted her head slightly, attempting to hide the soft blush, but the smile that tugged at her lips betrayed her. Still, she squeezed his hand in return, offering him a reassuring gesture that she, too, was enjoying the moment.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice quieter than usual, the words coming from a place of sincerity. "I’m sorry I was so... bitchy when we first met." She looked up at him, the vulnerability in her words almost surprising her. "It’s not the best tactic for making new friends."

Mingyu’s smile softened even further, his eyes full of understanding and warmth. “Hey, we all have our moments,” he said, brushing his thumb gently over the back of her hand. “I’m just glad we got past it. Honestly, I think you’re one of the most real people I’ve met.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt a small weight lift off her chest. It was one thing to hear a compliment, but to hear such genuine kindness from him... it meant more than she expected. With a slight, playful grin, she met his eyes once again.

"Maybe you’ve just been lucky," she teased lightly, her voice carrying a touch of playfulness that was now natural between them.

Mingyu chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in just a little closer. “I don’t think so,” he said, voice low and soft. “I think I’m just starting to realize how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her chest, her heart suddenly racing as she looked into Mingyu’s eyes. The way his gaze held hers—gentle, sincere—felt like an unspoken promise, a depth that she hadn't quite expected. She could feel her pulse quicken, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade into the background.

His eyes were so open, so vulnerable, and yet so full of affection. It made her feel seen, truly seen, in a way she hadn't in a long time. She shifted slightly, the air around them thick with a new, unspoken tension, her words stuck in her throat.

"Why do you always make me feel like this?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability slipping into her tone despite her best efforts to hold it in.

Mingyu's lips curled up at the edges in a quiet, comforting smile. "Because it's how you deserve to feel," he said, his voice tender. "You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for, Y/N."

Her chest tightened at his words, and for the first time, she felt like she could let her guard down, even just a little. Still, she turned her face away slightly, as if trying to hide the warmth rushing to her cheeks.

"You really are something else," she murmured, almost to herself. She could feel the shift in the air between them, the subtle pull that neither of them seemed to want to ignore.

The room felt still, the air thick with the quiet hum of their shared breaths. Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from Mingyu, even though her heart was thudding wildly in her chest. It felt like they were standing on the edge of something—something unspoken, yet undeniable.

Mingyu’s gaze was gentle, his eyes full of warmth and affection, and there was a softness in the way he held her hand, his thumb brushing against her skin in a comforting rhythm. Y/N didn’t know when the distance between them had closed, but now, it felt as if there was no space left, only the tender connection that seemed to pulse between them with every shared glance.

“I… really like being with you like this,” Mingyu said quietly, his voice low, his words tender. “It’s easy, you know?”

Y/N’s heart fluttered. She hadn’t expected him to say that, but it made everything feel more real, more present. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yeah, it is,” she whispered back, her voice softer than usual, the vulnerability slipping through her words. "I do, too."

The air between them seemed to grow heavier, as if everything in the world had narrowed down to this one moment. Y/N was aware of how close they were now, the warmth of Mingyu’s body near hers, the subtle way his fingers traced the back of her hand. It was like she could feel every beat of his heart in the stillness of the room.

And then, without thinking, she took a step closer, her hand shifting in his until their palms were pressed flush together. She couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to be closer.

Mingyu’s eyes softened, his gaze flicking down to where their hands were joined, then back to her face. His breath caught slightly, but his fingers didn’t pull away. He seemed to be waiting for something, and Y/N couldn’t tell if he was waiting for her to say something or to move, but neither of them spoke.

Y/N’s pulse quickened, her hands trembling just a bit as she took another small step toward him. She felt the heat radiating off him, and it made her heart race even faster. Was she imagining this? Was he feeling the same pull?

Mingyu’s voice broke the silence, barely a whisper. “Y/N…”

She looked up, meeting his gaze, and in that moment, it was like everything else around them faded away. There were no more words, no more doubts. Just the magnetic pull between them.

Mingyu’s eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes, asking a silent question that only she could answer. His hand, still holding hers, squeezed gently, almost as if to reassure her.

Slowly, as though giving her time to pull away, he leaned in, his breath soft against her face. The space between them closed by mere inches, and the anticipation became a tangible thing, thick in the air.

Y/N felt her body lean in instinctively, her own breath shallow, her heart hammering even louder now. She tilted her head slightly, drawn to him like a magnet, and her gaze dropped to his lips before returning to his eyes.

It was in that moment, when she felt the heat of his proximity, when she realized she was no longer afraid of what might come next, that she knew. She knew she wanted this. She wanted him.

“Can I…” Mingyu started, his voice barely above a whisper, but he didn’t finish the sentence. There was no need. He was already moving closer, the question lingering in the air. And Y/N, breathless, nodded—her silent agreement in the form of a slight tilt of her head.

Without another word, their lips met. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as though they were both testing the waters. But it didn’t take long for the pressure to build, the sweet, slow burn of something deeper, something more profound than either of them had expected. His lips were soft, his touch gentle, but there was an intensity there that she hadn’t anticipated.

Y/N’s hand, which had been resting at her side, moved up to touch his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. Mingyu’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer, and for a brief moment, she felt weightless, like time itself had paused for them.

But even then, the kiss never rushed. It was full of hesitation and longing, each movement delicate, as though they both knew they were crossing into something new, something neither of them was quite ready to name yet, but both of them wanted just the same.

When they finally pulled away, the distance between them felt even smaller than before. Y/N’s breath was quick, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his, and she found herself smiling—half shy, half dazed.

Mingyu smiled back, his hand still resting on her back, not letting go of her just yet. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he murmured, his voice soft but full of sincerity.

Y/N could only smile in return, her heart still racing. “Me too,” she whispered, her fingers still tracing the edge of his shirt, as though grounding herself back in reality before pressing her lips back to his.

After work, it became a habit for both Y/N and Mingyu to head to his place for a late-night meal followed by stolen kisses. During breaks, they shared hidden moments—quick glances, secret hand-holding, and the occasional kiss—but in the kitchen, they did their best to keep things professional. The tension between them simmered just beneath the surface, adding an unspoken layer to their already complicated dynamic, but things hadn’t escalated past that… yet.

Today was Mingyu’s birthday—he was turning twenty-seven—and Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she thought about it. She had been planning for this day quietly in the background, wanting to make it special for him. The plan was simple—distract him while the others worked behind the scenes, and then, after everything was set, they’d go back to his place for a late-night meal, just the two of them.

As the night wrapped up, the kitchen buzzed with the familiar sounds of cleaning. Joshua, Jeonghan, and Chan quietly slipped out, leaving Y/N and Mingyu to finish tidying up their stations.

Mingyu glanced over at Y/N as he wiped down the counter, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Why am I cleaning up Jeonghan’s station on my birthday?” he chuckled, giving her a look of mock exasperation.

Y/N shook her head, a teasing smile on her lips. “Maybe Jeonghan just wants you to enjoy your special day. I’m happy to help,” she said, brushing past him to collect the stray dishes.

Mingyu leaned against the counter, watching her with an amused gaze. “Well, I can’t say no to that. But, you know, I had this grand idea for my birthday… and now I’m just stuck in the kitchen cleaning.” His voice dropped an octave, and there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. “I thought maybe I’d get a little more attention from you tonight.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze. She smiled softly, not trusting herself to say much in return. “You know I’m always here to help, Mingyu.”

His grin softened, and he took a step closer, his hand brushing against hers as he reached for a dish. The simple touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t help but glance up at him through her lashes.

“I know,” he said, voice low, “but maybe I need more than just help from you tonight.”

Before she could say anything else, Mingyu cupped her cheek gently with his hand, his touch sending a spark through her. He stepped closer, his body heat making her pulse quicken. Without another word, he pressed her back against the counter, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative—like they were both testing the waters.

Y/N’s breath caught, her heart racing as she found herself leaning into the kiss. His lips were warm, his hand steady against her cheek as he deepened the kiss, a subtle urgency in his movements. It felt as though everything around them had faded away—no kitchen, no mess to clean, just the two of them lost in the moment.

She slid her arms around his neck instinctively, pulling him closer, feeling the intensity between them rise. His hand slid down to her waist, his touch sending a shiver through her spine, making her feel something she hadn’t quite been ready for—but wanted all the same.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the small space between them. Mingyu’s eyes were dark with something more than desire, and Y/N couldn’t look away.

“Happy birthday, Mingyu,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

His lips curved into a smile, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “Best birthday gift I could’ve asked for,” he replied softly, the weight of his words lingering in the air, “but I’d like to be done cleaning up so we can get out of here.”

Y/N chuckled softly, her breath still slightly shaky from the kiss. She nodded, gently pushing at his chest to create just enough space between them to regain some composure. “Alright, alright, let’s finish up then,” she said with a teasing smile, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck.

Mingyu grinned, his hands reluctantly moving away from her to grab a rag from the counter. As they worked side by side, the tension between them hadn't quite dissipated, but now it was laced with a new understanding—one that made everything feel different, like the air was charged with something neither of them could ignore.

The soft clink of dishes and the rustling of utensils seemed louder in the quiet space between them. Every so often, their eyes would meet, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. It wasn’t just about the cleanup anymore; it was about what had just shifted between them, a connection deepened by a kiss that neither of them had expected but both welcomed.

When they finally finished, Mingyu turned to her with a raised eyebrow, his smile returning. “You sure you’re ready to leave now?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the anticipation of the night ahead. “I think I am.”

"Alright!" Mingyu said, a bright grin on his face as he reached for her hand. Their fingers intertwined effortlessly, and they stepped out into the crisp New York City streets. The cold air was a welcome contrast to the warmth that still lingered between them. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they walked side by side, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the quiet night.

Y/N and Mingyu walked side by side down the quiet New York City streets, the crisp night air carrying the promise of something new. They’d spent the evening in each other’s company, the lighthearted conversations and shared smiles weaving a thread between them that felt undeniably strong. Mingyu, still holding her hand, couldn't help but feel the excitement bubble up inside him. There was something about this night that felt different—like it was just the beginning of something bigger.

As they reached the door to Mingyu’s apartment, Y/N stopped and turned to him with a playful grin, her eyes twinkling in the dim glow of the streetlights. “Happy birthday, Mingyu,” she said softly, her voice low but filled with affection. Her heart was racing, but she did her best to mask it with a calm demeanor.

Mingyu paused, about to reply, but before he could even process her words, the door swung open with a sudden burst of noise and color.

“Surprise!!”

The entire apartment was alive with energy, the walls adorned with bright, colorful decorations, balloons floating against the ceiling, and a banner that read, Happy Birthday Mingyu! The soft glow of candles flickered on the table, casting a warm light over the gathered crowd of friends and coworkers. Joshua, Jeonghan, Chan, and several others all stood together, grinning widely as they greeted him.

Mingyu froze in place, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Wait… you guys did all this?” he asked, unable to believe the sight in front of him. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the room, the familiar faces of his coworkers and friends smiling back at him.

Y/N stood just inside the door, her eyes filled with warmth and a hint of mischief. She stepped forward, her smile a soft curve on her lips. “I did,” she said, her voice steady yet full of affection. “Happy birthday, Mingyu.”

Mingyu’s gaze softened as he looked at her, still processing the surprise. He had no idea that this was coming, and the fact that Y/N had orchestrated it all made his heart swell. His words caught in his throat, and for a moment, he just stared at her, trying to find the right way to express his gratitude. “I… I don’t know what to say,” he finally managed. “I didn’t expect this at all. You… you really went all out.”

Y/N chuckled softly, stepping closer. “I wanted to make sure you felt special today. You deserve it.”

Mingyu’s eyes searched hers for a long moment, the affection between them palpable in the quiet space that stretched between them. Without another word, he reached out and pulled her into a tight, heartfelt hug. The warmth of the embrace felt like the world slowing down around them, as if everything was in perfect alignment.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” he repeated softly, his voice muffled against her hair. “This is honestly the best birthday gift.”

Y/N rested her head on his chest, her arms around his waist, her heart racing in the stillness of the moment. “I’m glad you like it,” she whispered, feeling his arms tighten around her. It felt right. She could feel how much this meant to him, and it made her heart swell with pride and happiness.

As they pulled apart, Mingyu’s gaze softened. “Thank you,” he murmured. “You’ve made this day unforgettable.”

Y/N smiled warmly, feeling a sense of fulfillment at the joy in his eyes. “I’m just getting started,” she teased gently before making her way into his apartment, leaving Mingyu standing at the door, speechless. The sound of her footsteps echoed lightly in the hallway, and he remained frozen for a moment, taking in the scene before him. His heart was racing, and the world around him felt like it had shifted into something new and exciting.

As he finally stepped inside, the laughter and chatter of friends filled the air, but Mingyu couldn’t tear his gaze away from Y/N. The way she moved, the smile on her face—it all felt surreal. It was more than just a surprise party—it was the way she had planned everything, put so much effort into making him feel special. And it made him realize how much she meant to him, how much this night meant.

Before Mingyu could make his way to anyone, a red solo cup was thrust into his hand by Wonwoo. Mingyu glanced down at the cup, a little confused, before taking a sip. The sharp, bitter taste of tequila immediately hit his tongue, making him cringe.

“What the hell? Is this just straight tequila?” Mingyu asked, his voice incredulous as he looked up at Wonwoo, still reeling from the shock.

Wonwoo gave a small shrug, clearly entertained. “Tequila, and maybe half a shot glass of cherry liqueur,” he replied nonchalantly.

Mingyu shook his head, inspecting the cup as if it had personally wronged him. “It’s disgusting,” he muttered under his breath, his face scrunching up in disgust as he took another reluctant sip.

Wonwoo chuckled, taking a sip from his own drink. “You’re the one who wanted to try it, though.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it was going to taste like punishment.” Mingyu said with a dramatic sigh, trying to shake off the aftertaste.

Y/N, who had been nearby, laughed softly at the exchange. “I think it’s a rite of passage at Mingyu’s birthday party,” she teased, raising an eyebrow as she made her way over to him.

Mingyu shot her a playful look, still holding the offending drink. “A rite of passage? I don’t know, this feels more like a punishment.”

“Well, maybe you just need to find your sweet spot,” Y/N suggested with a smirk, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

“I’m starting to think my sweet spot is away from whatever this is,” Mingyu grumbled, but he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips as he handed the drink back to Wonwoo.

As the night went on, the party buzzed with laughter, music, and conversation. Mingyu stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by friends who were eager to give him their birthday presents.

Jeonghan was the first to approach, holding a small, neatly wrapped box in his hands. “Here,” he said, grinning, “I’m sure you’ll put this to good use.”

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, tearing off the wrapping paper with excitement. Inside, he found a sleek, high-quality chef’s knife—one that glinted in the light. “Wow, this is amazing! You know me too well,” Mingyu said, his smile widening as he admired the gift.

Jeonghan shrugged casually. “I’ve seen you eyeing one for a while, so I thought it was about time.”

Mingyu laughed, grateful for the thoughtful gift. “Thanks, Jeonghan. I’ll definitely put this to good use.”

Next up was Chan, who bounced over to him holding a small bag with a cheeky smile. “I may not know much about cooking, but I know a good bottle of wine when I see one!” He handed Mingyu a bottle of red wine, its label elegant and promising of a rich flavor.

Mingyu grinned, accepting the gift with a nod. “This is perfect, Chan. You’ve definitely got my tastes down,” he said, holding the bottle up to admire it.

Joshua was next, walking up with a wide grin and handing Mingyu an envelope. “It’s not much, but I thought it would be something you could use,” he said. Mingyu opened it to reveal a gift card for a high-end butcher shop. “You’ve been talking about wanting to experiment with different cuts of meat, so this should help.”

Mingyu’s eyes lit up at the gift. “Joshua, you’re a genius. This is exactly what I need. Thanks, man.”

Then, Wonwoo, always with a mysterious air about him, handed Mingyu a small, neatly wrapped box. Inside, Mingyu found a cookbook by one of his favorite chefs, one he hadn’t been able to find anywhere. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he flipped through the pages. “Wonwoo, this is perfect,” Mingyu said, clearly touched by the thoughtful gesture.

The group laughed and chatted as Mingyu continued to thank his friends for their presents, but the anticipation of the last gift lingered in the air. Y/N stood near the back, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She waited until Mingyu had opened the last gift, and then made her way over to him, holding something wrapped in soft paper, her hands a little shaky from both excitement and nerves.

“Here,” Y/N said softly, extending the present to Mingyu. “I—uh—hope you like it.”

Mingyu looked up at her, his gaze soft and warm as he took the gift from her. “Y/N, you didn’t have to…” he started, but his voice trailed off as he carefully unwrapped it, his curiosity piqued. When he opened the paper, he was met with a beautifully crafted leather-bound journal, its edges slightly worn, giving it character. The cover was simple but elegant, with intricate details that seemed to have been hand-etched.

Mingyu’s expression softened as he ran his fingers over the cover. He looked up at Y/N, speechless for a moment. “Y/N… this is…” He struggled to find the words, but his eyes said it all. “I can’t believe you thought of this.”

Y/N smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. “I know you’ve been wanting to write more of your recipes down, keep track of your experiments and ideas. I thought this could be a place for all of that. A way to keep your thoughts in one place.”

Mingyu stepped closer to her, his eyes filled with appreciation. “Thank you. This means more to me than I can say. I’ll definitely put this to good use.” He paused for a moment, looking at the journal, before meeting her gaze again. “I feel like this is the best gift of all.”

The room seemed to fade away as they shared a quiet moment, Mingyu’s gaze lingering on her with warmth, and Y/N’s heart swelling with something more than just affection. For a split second, everything felt still, as if time itself had decided to hold its breath. Mingyu’s smile was all the answer she needed.

The laughter and music in the room returned as the others continued talking, but the connection between them was undeniable, both of them silently agreeing that this moment—this exchange—was more than just a gift. It was a sign of something deeper, something they were only beginning to explore.

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed freely, and the atmosphere became even more relaxed. Mingyu found himself enjoying the playful teasing that seemed to naturally surface with each sip. Y/N wasn’t immune to the effects of alcohol either, and soon enough, both of them were feeling a little lighter, a little bolder.

Mingyu leaned in slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Y/N take another sip of her drink. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite like this,” he teased, his voice lower than usual, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You’re usually so… composed.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her own smirk forming as she leaned against the back of the couch. “Is that so?” she replied, her voice teasing and light, the alcohol adding a spark to her words. “Maybe I’m just warming up to you, Chef.”

“Oh, is that what it is?” Mingyu chuckled, leaning closer to her, their faces just inches apart. “Because I thought you were just trying to get me drunk so I’d cook for you more often.”

Y/N laughed, her lips curling in a flirtatious smile. “Well, maybe I am trying to get you drunk,” she said, her voice playful but with an underlying edge. “But I’m also enjoying the company.” She glanced at him, her eyes soft but playful. “And maybe I’ll get a little more daring with my choices, too.”

Mingyu’s heart skipped at the way she said that, his smile widening. He took a step closer, just enough so they were almost touching. “Daring, huh?” He let his gaze linger on her lips for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “I think you’re already pretty daring. You’ve been giving me those looks all night.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly, but her grin only grew. She took another sip, the alcohol dulling her usual reservations. “Maybe it’s the tequila,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Or maybe I just like to see how far I can push you.”

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, you’re pushing me, alright. Just be careful, or I might not be able to stop myself,” he replied, his voice teasing but carrying an undercurrent of something more serious.

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly at his words, her heart beating a little faster. She leaned in just a fraction closer, her lips curving into a playful, flirtatious smile. “Is that a promise, Chef?”

Mingyu’s smile softened, but there was a shift in his gaze, his eyes darkening just a bit as he let the words hang in the air. He chuckled softly, but there was a hint of heat in his tone. “It’s more of a warning, actually.”

Y/N's pulse quickened, the air between them thick with the tension they had been building all night. “Well, maybe I like the idea of being warned,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, her voice low and teasing.

Mingyu’s grin grew wider, and before he could reply, he leaned in a little closer, just enough to close the distance between them. His breath mingled with hers, and the subtle flirtation hung heavy in the air, both of them feeling the pull of something more.

“Careful,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear before pulling back slightly, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re walking a dangerous line.”

Y/N’s smile only grew, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I like danger.”

Mingyu couldn’t help but chuckle at her boldness, but there was no denying the attraction that simmered between them, heightened by the alcohol and their flirtatious banter. The night was still young, and though they were both a little tipsy, it was clear that the evening was only just beginning.

As they continued their playful back-and-forth, the heat between them intensified, and the world outside their little bubble seemed to fade away.

Just as Mingyu leaned in, his breath mingling with hers, and the air between them crackled with anticipation, the sound of the front door creaked open behind them. Joshua and Jeonghan, the last two guests besides Y/N, made their way toward the door, their voices carrying over the music.

“Well, it looks like it's time for us to head out,” Joshua said with a wink, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.

Jeonghan followed suit, giving Mingyu a nod. “Happy birthday again, man. We’ll catch you later.”

Mingyu groaned, rolling his eyes as he leaned back slightly, the mood abruptly interrupted. “Of course you guys would choose now to leave,” he muttered, glancing over at Y/N, who couldn’t suppress a chuckle at the timing.

“Well, duty calls,” Joshua said with a grin, clearly enjoying the teasing. “You two have a good night, okay? Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes shifting back to Mingyu as she bit her lip, trying to keep the moment light. “I’m sure we’ll be just fine,” she replied, her voice teasing.

Jeonghan gave them both a knowing look, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. “Yeah, don’t stay up too late,” he added, winking before heading out the door.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Mingyu exhaled, a bit of the heat from earlier fading, though the tension between him and Y/N was still palpable. He turned back toward her, his hands hovering at his sides before he slowly reached for her, a grin playing on his lips.

“Guess we’re alone now,” he said softly, the teasing tone still present but tinged with something more sincere. He stepped closer, the space between them narrowing once again.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her smile never faltering. “Guess so.”

The air between them shifted again, the playful banter fading into a quiet intensity, each waiting for the other to make the next move. Mingyu could feel the pull toward her, the desire to finally close the gap between them. The moment was ripe, and neither of them seemed willing to let it slip away this time.

Slowly, but with purpose, Mingyu cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek, before leaning in once again. This time, there would be no interruptions. The kiss was inevitable.

Y/N sighed into the kiss, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer, her body pressing more fully against his. She felt the heat of him radiate through their clothes, the world outside their little bubble fading away. Her heart beat in time with his, and the intoxicating mix of their shared breath made everything else feel distant.

Mingyu, unable to resist any longer, gently guided her back, his lips never leaving hers as he slowly eased her down onto the couch. His body followed hers, hovering just above hers, the weight of him both comforting and electrifying at once. He rested his forearms on either side of her, careful not to crush her, but still bringing them closer, feeling her heartbeat pulse beneath his hands.

For a moment, they just breathed together, the kiss softening as they both took in the closeness, savoring the intimacy without rushing. Mingyu’s thumb grazed along her cheek, his lips slowly trailing down her jaw, tasting her skin as if it was something he couldn't get enough of. Y/N’s chest rose and fell with each breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she let herself get lost in the feeling of being so close to him.

"Are you sure about this?" Mingyu asked softly, his voice low and steady, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. The question hung between them, a moment of vulnerability in the heat of their connection.

Y/N’s hands slid up to his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath her touch. She smiled softly, tilting her head to meet his gaze. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn’t," she murmured, her voice tinged with both certainty and affection.

Mingyu’s lips curled into a smile against her skin, the hesitation he’d felt moments ago melting away. His hands moved to gently cradle her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted quietly, his voice carrying a vulnerability that made Y/N’s heart flutter.

Y/N met his eyes with a look full of warmth, her hand sliding into his hair again. “You won’t,” she whispered, her voice confident. “We’re just... us. No pressure.”

Mingyu smiled, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes, and without another word, he kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring all of his feelings into the embrace. He moved his hand that wasn’t holding him up, to wrap her leg around his waist and then up to cup her ass. She had changed from her work uniform into a cute red dress when they both got back, so as she raised her leg to wrap around his waist, her dress hiked up to reveal her red lace underwear.

Mingyu groaned as he felt the lace, and slowly started kissing down Y/N’s face and neck, leaving small marks. Y/N gasped and moved her hands from around his neck to into his hair. Gently pulling when he would suck a little bit harder at her neck.

Mingyu slowly pulled away and looked down at the dress she was wearing before pulling one of the dress straps down, “you look beautiful in this dress,” he said as moving to press a kiss down to her chest before pulling the rest of her dress down to right below her belly button.

Y/N gasped as the cold air hit her skin as he moved his free hand up to cup her right breast. Y/N sighed into his mouth as she moved her hands from his hair to start unbuttoning his button up shirt.

“Take your shirt off,” she sighed unbuttoning his last button as Mingyu sat up a bit, detaching himself from her to shrug off his shirt. As he sat back they both took a second to look at each other.

Y/N with her swollen lips, smudged lipstick, and hair sprayed out underneath her.

Mingyu with his golden skin, lipstick stained lips, and out of place hair from Y/N pulling on it.

He smiled before gently pulling on the bottom of her dress. Y/N lifted her hips off the bed as he pulled the dress completely off her, leaving her just in her lace underwear. After throwing her dress off to the other side of the living room, he leaned back in and started pressing kisses to her chest, and started licking her nipple while his other hand went to squeeze her other breast.

“Your chest is so pretty,” he said against her skin, switching between breasts and swirling his tongue around her nipple when he was there.

“I could say the same thing about yours,” she said, running one of her hands down his chest while the other was pulling on his hair again. “That feels good,” she sighed.

“Yeah?” Mingyu smirked against her and started squeezing her nipple, wanting to try and make her come before even reaching her core, “you feel good baby.”

Y/N moaned at the pet name and used the hand that was in his hair to push his head further into her chest, causing Mingyu to laugh and suck harder on her. He could feel her heart beating faster, and feel her hips start to cant against his.

“Are you going to come baby?” He asked, as she nodded and threw her head back a feeling the coil inside her stomach tighten extra tight before Mingyu switched his mouth to the other breast one last time and sucked harder as she felt the coil snap and felt the wave of pleasure wash over her.

Mingyu smiled and slowly pulled away from her chest, watching it rise and fall, watching her try and catch her breath, before pressing a kiss to her lips. “Do you want to keep going?”

Y/N smiled and nodded, “I wouldn’t be naked on your couch, if I didn’t want it to keep going,” she teased.

With one smooth motion, he stood, scooping her up effortlessly into his arms, holding her bridal style. A surprised squeal escaped her lips, and she couldn’t help but laugh as she wrapped her arms around his neck, suddenly feeling weightless in his embrace. He took a few steps, carrying her toward the bedroom with ease, and a sense of warmth spread through her, both from the closeness and the spark between them.

As they reached the bedroom door, Mingyu nudged it open with his foot, gently setting her down on the bed. He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. The light wasn’t too bright, but it was soft enough for them to see each other’s smiles.

“I really like you,” Mingyu smiled, his voice full of warmth. “If I haven’t told you that yet.”

Y/N smiled back, her heart racing as she laid back on the bed, with him hovering above her. “I really like you too.”

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off his legs before coming back down to kiss her again. He had leaned himself to the side so he could cup her jaw and lift her leg to his hip once again. He parted her legs enough to drag one of his hands down to in between her thighs and pushed her panties to the side, slipping two of his fingers into her.

Y/N moaned, as her hand that wasn’t in his har going to grab onto his bicep to try and ground her as he used his thumb to rub against her clit.

Mingyu smiled as he slowly pulled away from her mouth and started kissing his way back down her body. He kept his two fingers in her, but removed his thumb and replaced it with his mouth.

“You taste so good baby,” he also moaned, licking his lips trying to collect all the essence from her previous orgasm and impending current one. He reaches up and moves her legs over his shoulders as his other hand trails up to grasp her breast as he goes back to licking around her clit.

“I’m gonna cum Gyu,” she say, feeling the coil in her stomach tighten again as he lets go of her breast to hold her hand.

“Let go baby,” he said. It was all she needed to reach her high and tightened her grasp on his hair as her orgrasm washes over her again. Mingyu’s tongue drops down to her core as he pulls his fingers out to collect all her essence and try to slowly bring her down from her high.

“Fuck,” he groaned, licking his lips and slowly pulling away from her core. “That was hot.”

She just nodded, still out of breath from her orgasm to speak as Mingyu gently moved her legs from around his shoulders and took her underwear completely off and put them in his bedside drawer and grab a condom.

He looked over his shoulder to see Y/N, eyes closed, chest still going up and down before looking over to him, “what?” She asked.

“You just look gorgeous, all sweaty like this,” he smiled and went to lay on top of her again.

“Wait,” she said, placing a hand on his chest to stop him, “can I be on top?”

Mingyu looked at her with his mouth open, before nodding and sitting against the headboard as Y/N sat up and threw her legs over his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You've been so nice taking care of me tonight and over these last few months,” she smirked, wiggling her hips. “Now it's my turn to take care of you.”

Mingyu groaned, threw his head back, and set his hands on her hips.

She scooted herself down a bit so she could pull his boxers down and let him kick them off before grabbing his member and sitting on top of his lap. She gave him a few strokes before sinking down to his length.

Mingyu groaned, everything had happened so fast. As he opened his eyes and was faced with her pretty chest, game over. He groaned and set his hands on her ass helping her slowly move back and forth to try and help others adjust to his size. He moaned as she started to slowly bounce up and down as he sat up and started pressing kisses and sucking on her chest.

“You feel so good baby,” he moaned, feeling her core clench around his cock. It had been so long since the last time he was with someone, that he knew that he wouldn’t last long if she kept doing that. “Don’t do that,” he sighed, “I won’t last long.”

“That’s the whole point,” she chuckled, grabbing one of his hands that was still on her ass to down between her thighs, she knew that he was close and she wanted to come with him.

“Shit,” he gasped as he slowly rubbed circles over her clit as both of their orgasms washed over them. Mingyu had thrown his head back, trying to catch his breath, while Y/N gently moved off of him and laid down next to him, also trying to catch her breath.

After almost a minute of silence he looked over to her and smiled, bringing his hand up to move some hair that was stuck to her face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, propping himself up on one arm to lean over her and grab the box of tissues on the bedside table to help clean her up a bit. She smiled as he gently opened her legs and started wiping the cum that was dripping down her legs as she reached over to take a sip from the water bottle that was on the table.

After he was done and had thrown out the tissues, he also took a sip from the water bottle, before delicately laid his head against her bare chest, listening to her heart beat.

“What are you doing?” She smiled, running a hand through his damp hair.

“Just make sure you’re real,” he smiled, “and that I’m not dreaming.”

She didn’t say anything else and just kept slowly running her fingers through her hair until she could hear his slow, steady breaths, indicating that he had fallen asleep leaving her with her own thoughts.

Although, having Mingyu with her wasn’t as terrifying as she had originally thought.

“Hey,” Wonwoo smirked, as Mingyu tried to quietly close his door to not wake her up. “I didn’t know if I’d see you at all today.”

Mingyu winced, forgetting that poor Wonwoo had probably heard them last night. “I’m sorry man, I never even,” but before he could finish Wonwoo was already smiling.

“Don’t worry about it, it was your birthday and I know how in love with her you are. Just maybe don’t make a habit out of it.” Mingyu scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes before nodding in agreement.

“Thanks.”

Wonwoo chuckled, before grabbing his water bottle he was filling and making his way back to his room, leaving MIngyu alone to make some breakfast for the both of them .He didn’t want to make anything fancy, so instead opted for some french toast and bacon with sliced apples.

He had managed to make both his and her plates without a single sound from her, so he was surprised to see her up and scrolling on her phone when he came back with both of the plates in hand. “Good morning!” he said, grinning as he walked in.

Y/N looked up, her hair messy and eyes still heavy with sleep, but she smiled at the sight of him. “Morning,” she murmured, setting her phone aside. “You cooked?”

“I did,” he said proudly, holding up the plates like trophies. “I didn’t burn anything either, which feels like a win this early in the morning.”

She chuckled, reaching out as he handed her a plate. “Wow, breakfast in bed? You're really trying to make sure I never leave.”

He sat down beside her, bumping her shoulder gently. “Is it working?”

“Maybe,” she teased, shooting him a playful glance before digging into the food. After a few bites, she looked at him again. “This is really good, by the way. You didn’t have to go all out.”

“I wanted to,” he said simply, watching her with a fondness that made her stomach flutter more than the eggs ever could.

They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, legs brushing beneath the covers, sunlight streaming faintly through the curtains.

“Last night felt like a dream,” she whispered eventually, almost as if she were afraid saying it out loud would make it vanish.

Mingyu looked at her softly, setting his fork down and leaning in to press a quick kiss to her cheek. “If it was, then I hope I never wake up.”

She laughed, blushing again, then leaned her head onto his shoulder, her voice quieter now. “You’re really good at this, you know.”

“At what?”

“Making me feel like I matter.”

He paused, touched by her honesty, and squeezed her hand under the blanket. “That’s easy,” he murmured. “Because you do.”

Y/N just smiled slowly and leaned over the food to kiss him, her lips brushing his softly. “Was Wonwoo here last night?” she asked, settling back against the pillows with her plate in her lap. “I could hear you guys talking.”

Mingyu chuckled, taking a sip from the mug he’d brought for himself. “Yeah, but he said that since it was my birthday, he’d let it slide.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming as she balanced her plate. “Well, I’d like your roommate to actually like me, so I guess that means we won’t be doing that here anymore.”

Mingyu nearly choked on his coffee, eyes widening before he laughed. “Guess we’ll just have to get creative.”

She gave him a mock glare, shaking her head with a grin. “You’re impossible.”

“But you like me,” he shot back, leaning in just enough to make her heart stutter again.

“Unfortunately,” she murmured with a teasing sigh, before nudging his leg under the covers.

“So… are you guys, like, okay to still work together?” Jeonghan asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Y/N and Mingyu stroll into the kitchen, fingers intertwined.

Y/N and Mingyu shared a quick glance before Mingyu shrugged, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan said, holding up his hands. “I’ve seen couples crash and burn over less than a dinner rush.”

“We’ve survived worse,” Y/N replied coolly, squeezing Mingyu’s hand before slipping away to her station. “And besides, we’re both professionals.”

Mingyu chuckled and followed after her. “Speak for yourself. I still can’t look at the risotto station without having flashbacks.”

“Traumatic or romantic?” Jeonghan called after them.

“Bit of both,” Mingyu chuckled, as Y/N hit him across the shoulder with a rag.

“Okay, but if anything goes wrong, I vote we kick Mingyu out,” Jeonghan declared with a mischievous grin.

“What? Jeonghan!” Mingyu groaned, turning to face him with mock betrayal.

“I second that!” Joshua chimed in from across the kitchen, barely hiding his laughter.

Mingyu narrowed his eyes, grabbing a carrot slice from the cutting board and lobbing it in their direction. “You guys are so supportive.”

Jeonghan dodged it with a dramatic gasp. “Violence in the workplace? That’s grounds for a write-up!”

Joshua just chuckled, “Yeah, right after HR hears about the risotto flirting.”

Y/N tried to hide her smile as she prepped ingredients, but Mingyu caught it. “Oh, so you’re all against me now?”

Y/N glanced over with a teasing smirk. “I’m Switzerland.”

“Coward,” Mingyu mumbled playfully, shaking his head as everyone burst into laughter again.

“Stop moving,” Mingyu moaned, pinning Y/N’s hips against her couch, latching his mouth onto her clit again.

True to her word, they had gone to Y/N’s place for tonight’s activities. She wasn’t going to risk accidentally running into Wonwoo after their second night together in a row.

Y/N threw her head back and tried to move her hands to touch him, but Mingyu was sneaky and had brought a pair of handcuffs to work with him. He had surprised her after dinner which had led to her naked on the couch, with her man in between her legs.

She felt Mingyu’s other hand rub her hip softly before sliding two of his fingers into her, curling them.

“Mingyu!”

“Yeah baby?”

“Can I at least move my arms?” She asked, as Mingyu chuckled against her core.

“Nope, keep them above your head until I’m done,” he reminded her as she half moaned, half groaned at the movement of his fingers and at the annoyance of being held in place.

Y/N slowly moved her hips with his hand and soon enough, she could feel her orgasm creeping up on her. Mingyu smiled and sped up his fingers, letting her orgasm, and listening to her try and catch her breath.

“You okay baby?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her lips before moving to undo the handcuffs.

She hummed and let her hands fall around his neck once they were finally free from the cuffs. “Can I ask you a question?” She asked, still slightly out of breath, but enough to look into his eyes.

“Of course,” he softly answered.

“Do you think I’m a good chef?” She asked, as Mingyu’s eyes widened, surprised at the deep question, wondering where it had come from.

“Of course I think you’re a good chef baby. I think you’re one of the best chef’s I know.” She smiled, but his answer didn’t necessarily make her feel better, “Why do you ask?”

She sighed, trying to figure out how to articulate her words, “because I feel like I’ve always had to prove myself. In school, with my friends, I mean even at work. I’m the only woman, and I’ve always been a little bit more…. Difficult to get along with and it’s made life hard. People tend to see me as cold hearted and then they undercut my work.”

Mingyu nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm, hoping that it conveyed that he was listening.

“I guess it’s just nice to hear that I’m good at something from someone that I care about,” she said, as they both smiled. Mingyu nodded and leaned up on one of his elbows to slightly lean over her again.

“I think you’re an amazing chef,” he whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her forehead, “an amazing leader,” another kiss to her cheek, “an caring and attentive friend,” a kiss to her neck, “and I’m very lucky to know you baby,” he finally said, gently rolling her onto her back. Y/N sighed, against his touch, and hauled herself up onto her knees and elbows and moved her hair so he could kiss along her neck.

“I really think you’re extraordinary and I want to reward you for it,” he sighed as he held her hips and carefully slid into her, moaning at the thrust of his own hips.

“I also think you’re a caring and loyal person who may be a bit of a simp,” she tried to joke, but before she could laugh, he thrusted a little bit harder, “but I guess it worked in my favour.”

That made Mingyu chuckle, but he didn’t waste an opportunity to keep drilling into her.

“Keep telling me things you like about me baby,” he smirked,” and I’ll let you come.”

“I also really admire your passion for cooking and your ambition to get better,” she sighed, pushing her hips back, “I like how gentle you are with me, and I like how you don’t just write people off. You like to give them a chance and try to see them for who they really are!”

Mingyu smiled, and leaned over her and tilted her head to the side to look her in the eyes as they both came, and pressed a kiss to her neck again as they both came undone together. Mingyu groaned into her ear before leaning a bit more of his weight onto her, but not crushing her.

“Are you okay?” Y/N chuckled, watching him catch his breath as she brushed a few strands of hair from his face. Mingyu nodded, doing the same.

“Are you guys like official now?” Wonwoo asked, watching Mingyu dump all his bag into his room before taking a seat beside him on the couch.

“I don’t know,” Mingyu sighed, “I want to be more, that’s for sure, but I mean we’ve only been like this for a couple of days. I think I’m just gonna wait a bit longer.”

Wonwoo winced, knowing that his best friend was good at procrastinating and overthinking and that he probably wouldn’t ask her if he wasn’t pushed to, “I mean it’s obvious that she likes you as well. You don’t want to wait to long.”

Mingyu shrugged, “I guess. I just don’t want to make things awkward if she doesn’t want to make it official yet.”

“Yes, but girls think more than guys do and she’s probably wondering what you’re feeling. I’m sure being honest with her will help.”

“When did you become so knowledgeable with girls?” Mingyu chuckled, looking over to Wonwoo who was still laying sideways on the couch.

“By watching you mess up so many potential relationships,” Wonwoo smiled.

“What about Jisoo?” Mingyu asked, referring to Wonwoo’s sister.

“I’m sure that helped, but man. Watching someone else fuck up really helps you learn.”

Mingyu rolled his eyes and threw himself back onto the couch. It was true. Even though he was pretty focused during school, he had his fair share of summer flings and wasn’t afraid to flirt around at the bar.

The worst one was when Mingyu had brought a girl he had been taking out for almost a month to accept a drink that a woman had sent him at the bar to watching the fight happen and then the inevitable ‘breakup’.

“All I’m saying is, if you really like her as much as you say you do, you should act before it’s too late,” Wonwoo said, his eyes flicking back to the TV. “I have a feeling she won’t wait around as long as you think.”

Mingyu stayed silent, Wonwoo’s words echoing in his mind.

He leaned back into the couch, staring blankly at the TV but not really seeing it. His chest tightened slightly at the thought, the idea of losing Y/N before they even had the chance to figure out what they could be.

It scared him more than he wanted to admit.

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the familiar tug of frustration and uncertainty. Was he moving too slow? Had he been too cautious, assuming they had all the time in the world?

A part of him had wanted to savor this — the way she smiled at him when she thought no one was looking, the little brushes of her hand against his, the quiet comfort of her presence.

But maybe savoring wasn’t enough anymore.

Maybe it was time to choose her — loudly, clearly, without hesitation.

"Those are gorgeous!" Yuna gasped, pointing at the bouquets scattered across Y/N’s kitchen counters. Vibrant colors and fresh scents filled the small space, making it feel like a florist’s shop. It was the second day in a row that Mingyu had sent flowers—each bouquet different, each more beautiful than the last.

"Are they from Mingyu?" Yuna asked, grinning knowingly. Y/N nodded, trying to hide the way her cheeks warmed, biting her lip in a failed attempt to fight the growing smile.

"Wow," Yuna laughed, leaning against the counter, "and he's still sending you flowers after you slept with him?" "Yuna!" Y/N gasped, swatting her friend on the arm. "What?" Yuna said, hands raised innocently. "I'm just saying — most guys pull the romantic stuff to get the girl, not after. It's kind of rare... in a good way. Means he's still trying to impress you."

Y/N shook her head, smiling down at the bouquet closest to her. "Yeah... he's definitely different."

“Are you gonna keep seeing him?” Yuna asked, taking a seat on the edge of Y/N’s bed, watching as she went around the room, trying to finish getting ready so she could go to work.

“I think so,” Y/N shrugged, “I mean I like being around him. So, as long as he doesn’t get bored.”

“Babe, he’s a six foot two, muscle man that begged to eat you out. I don’t think he’ll get bored,” Yuna stared without blinking.

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else, not wanting to be analyzed at nine in the morning. “What about you? How was your date with Jay?”

“Hey! Don’t change the topic!” Yuna exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Y/N, who was slipping on her shoes, clearly ready to make an escape. “We’re not done here!”

Y/N grabbed her bag and gave Yuna a mischievous smile. “We are for now. I’ve got a shift to catch.”

“That’s not fair!” Yuna groaned dramatically, flopping back on the couch like she’d been personally wronged. “You always dodge emotional conversations like it’s a sport.”

Y/N shrugged as she opened the door. “I just prefer to keep some mystery.”

Yuna smirked, raising a brow. “Tell that to the guy who’s been sending you daily flower arrangements like he’s in a K-drama.”

“Goodbye, Yuna,” Y/N said over her shoulder, her smile lingering even as the door clicked shut behind her.

Y/N was rushing around the pantry, a handful of lemons and limes in hand and her mind only half-focused. She was headed toward the kitchen when the sound of familiar voices drifted out through the slightly ajar door. She paused.

“…Still in the honeymoon phase, or are things starting to lose their spark?” Jeonghan’s voice rang out in that usual playful tone of his.

Y/N stopped mid-step. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but Mingyu’s laugh followed right after, low and tired.

“You know how these things go,” he said.

Her chest tightened.

Jeonghan let out a mock gasp. “Already? Man, and here I thought you were a changed man.”

Mingyu gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Yeah, well… sometimes it’s hard to keep up the effort when everything else feels like a lot.”

Y/N stood frozen in place, her fingers curling slightly around the produce in her hand.

You know how these things go.

It’s hard to keep up the effort.

She turned without thinking and walked back the way she came, the pounding in her chest louder than her footsteps. The rational part of her told her it was just a conversation between friends, probably something stupid Jeonghan had started. But Mingyu hadn’t defended them. He hadn’t said her name. He hadn’t sounded like someone who was sure of what they had.

She gave her head a small shake, trying to chase away the spiral of thoughts and refocus on work, but it was no use. His words kept echoing in her mind, dulling everything else around her. When she finally stepped into the kitchen, Mingyu and Jeonghan greeted her with casual waves. She didn’t return the gesture—didn’t even look their way. Instead, she moved wordlessly to the counter, setting down the produce and beginning her prep for the night, her silence louder than any response.

Mingyu’s smile faltered the moment she passed by without so much as a glance. His brows furrowed slightly, head tilting in quiet confusion as he watched her move stiffly around the station. Something was off. Y/N was never overly bubbly, but this… this was cold. Distant. He exchanged a quick glance with Jeonghan, who shrugged before going back to his own prep, while Mingyu kept watching, a knot of worry beginning to form in his chest.

The rest of the night was more of the same, Mingyu making small attempts to talk to her, to catch her eye, to coax even the smallest smile, and Y/N responding with little more than curt nods or polite indifference. It wasn’t like her. Not with him.

Had he done something wrong?

He ran through the past day in his head over and over. Since the last time he saw her, all he’d really done was head home and catch up with Jeonghan—mostly venting about how he was managing the extra dishes after Minghao changed positions. That was it. Nothing that should’ve upset her.

He even replayed the night they spent together, searching for something he might’ve said or done to make her pull away. But everything about that night had felt easy-warm, even. She’d sent him a good morning text today, complete with a heart. Things had felt good. Solid.

So why did she feel so far away now?

“Y/N?” Mingyu asked softly, stepping closer to her station. He watched her move with mechanical focus, fluttering around her prep like he wasn’t even there.

“Y/N,” he said again, firmer this time, hoping she’d at least glance at him.

“What, Mingyu?” she snapped, barely looking up.

His brows knit together. “Why are you ignoring me?”

She let out a sharp sigh and rolled her eyes. “It’s the middle of prep on a Saturday night. I’m busy.”

He blinked, taken aback by her tone. “Since when do you talk to me like that?” he asked, voice quiet but pointed.

She said nothing, her hands moving with practiced precision, as if the task in front of her demanded every ounce of focus, when in truth, it was just easier than looking at him.

“Y/N, please,” Mingyu said again, softer this time, like he was afraid to push too hard.

She froze for half a second, then exhaled sharply. “Yeah, well, it’s just hard to keep up the effort,” she snapped, finally looking up, her eyes sharp and tired.

Mingyu stood there, stunned, wide-eyed. The words hit him harder than he expected.

Shit.

She must have overheard what he and Jeonghan had been joking about earlier. The offhand comments about picking up more shifts. About things being “too much.”

He opened his mouth to explain, but before a single word could leave his lips, Y/N had already picked up her cutting board and moved her prep station to the far end of the kitchen, putting distance between them like it was armor.

He wanted to explain the misunderstanding to her, but understood that it should probably wait until after work. He just sighed and ran a hand down his sweaty face before returning to his station.

He would have to talk to her after.

Today was one of those rare nights Y/N was relieved to be off early. The entire shift had felt heavy—like the air around Mingyu had grown thicker, harder to breathe. So when she clocked out just after midnight, the last thing she expected was to hear her name being called behind her.

“Y/N!” Mingyu’s voice cut through the quiet, his footsteps quickening as he jogged after her.

She let out a tired sigh, not stopping. “Not now, Mingyu,” she said, raising a hand to keep him at arm’s length. But instead of backing off, he gently caught her hand on his own.

“Please,” he said, his voice softer now. He stepped in close, their breath fogging in the cold night air. “What you overheard earlier, keeping up the effort’, it wasn’t about you. It wasn’t about us.”

Y/N blinked, the anger in her eyes faltering slightly as he laced their fingers together and brought their joined hands to his chest.

“It was about work,” he continued, his voice steady but earnest. “I’ve been taking on the new dishes since Minghao switched positions. I was talking to Jeonghan about how it’s been kicking my ass—not about you. Never about you.”

She stared at him for a moment, her expression flickering between surprise and guarded skepticism. Mingyu smiled gently, trying to ease the tension that had been sitting between them all day.

“I thought something changed,” she admitted quietly. “You were distant... and I thought I messed something up.”

His hand tightened just slightly around hers.

“No,” he whispered. “You’re the only thing keeping me grounded right now.”

Y/N sighed, the tension in her shoulders finally beginning to melt. A wave of relief crashed over her, quickly followed by embarrassment as the weight of her own assumptions settled in. She covered her face with her hands, letting out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her voice muffled behind her palms. “I really thought you meant…”

“I know,” Mingyu said gently, tugging her hands away so he could see her face. “It sounded bad. I should’ve been more careful.”

She looked up at him, her eyes soft and apologetic. “I just… I’ve never had something that felt this good before. And I think I panicked when it started to feel too real.”

Mingyu's thumb brushed over the back of her hand. “Then let’s be real together. We don’t have to figure it all out at once. But I don’t want you doubting how I feel about you.”

Her lip quirked into a small, sheepish smile. “You really like me, huh?”

He grinned. “Kind of obsessed, actually.”

She laughed, the sound easing the last of the tension between them.

“Walk me home?” she asked.

“Only if you let me hold your hand the whole way.”

A/N: Well guys! that's it for the main story of a recipe for us! I'm gonna upload an epilogue for sure with some more smut in the future, but I think that this is a good spot to end this story for now! We will defiantly see more of this grumpy x sunshine combo in the future!

Thanks for being patient and I hope you enjoy it <3

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purplink8 · 1 month ago

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Hey do you guys think Light got his love for punctuality from Soichiro? Like look:

Here is Light all but praising the Death Note for being exactly on time and then we have his father:

Soichiro: "Only those who are ready and willing to sacrifice everything and fight, who are truly committed to stopping this psychopath...are asked to remain. I'll find out who you are when I return at five o'clock from my meeting upstairs."

Soichiro checks his watch before entering and it's exactly 5 o'clock!

As if that wasn't enough, we have this additional tidbit that canon offers us:

Light: "Ryuk, I pretty much only take my watch off when I sleep. I definitely always wear it when I go outside. And habits don't change. This watch was a gift from my father when I graduated high school. I wouldn't replace it."

Not only Soichiro gifted Light this watch as a graduation present, Light counted on his deeply engrained habit of not taking his watch off for his keikaku to work.

Can you guys imagine Soichiro gifting this to Light despite the latter being all caught up into becoming the prime suspect for being Kira? Can y'all imagine Soichiro, against his better judgement, against all the doubts he had against his own son (which continued on to his deathbed btw), choosing to hope that he's right in trusting Light enough with this present?

After all, Light was everything a parent could've asked for and more. He knew Light idolized him since he was but a child, how could he not? Despite all the nights he was absent (away for work, for justice, for making sure he was fulfilling his duty to the best of his ability), he knew Light, little Light, waited for him until he fell asleep (he didn't need Sachiko telling him that to know this).

And yet Light never complained, did he? Even as a child, Light displayed a maturity that other parents envied. He understood. He understood that his dad was away for the greater good. That sacrifices are necessary for true justice. Soichiro knew from the bottom of his heart just how much Light took pride in him. He knew because that's how much pride (if not more) he had in Light as well.

That didn't mean Soichiro didn't feel guilty for not spending enough time with his family, for neglecting them so. He absolutely did. So what he couldn't make up in quantity, he did it in quality. With what little time he spent at home, he'd ensure to utilize it efficiently by imparting his wisdom from his experiences to his dear children. One of them being: time is money, use it well.

And little Light took his dad's teachings to his heart, of course, and incorporated it into his life so well since then that despite all the doubts Soichiro may have about Light being Kira, he knows that, at the very least, his dutiful son would cherish the watch he'd gift to him. That Light would definitely appreciate the gesture.

He was right. Light did care for the watch immensely. However unbeknownst to Soichiro, Light counted on that deep attachment to the watch, to use it as a weapon of all things. A weapon used to facilitate "the worst murder weapon in the history of mankind" (the death note) to kill people discreetly.

"The real evil is the power to kill people."

The watch given by Soichiro, as a symbol of trust (in spite of lingering doubts), to Light, made its debut as a deadly weapon when Light gained his memories as a part of his grand keikaku.

Can you imagine the sheer gravity of Light's actions? Saying they're horrific would be a gross understatement.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Ahem. Let's rewind a bit, to the time period at the end of Light's confinement. Particularly, the mock execution scene:

To put things into (Light's) perspective, Light has no memories of being Kira. He's been confined for at least 50 days based on (as far as he's aware) false charges. When he's finally released, he's told by his own father, no less, that he & Misa are being taken to their execution and Soichiro volunteered to take them there himself.

Light doesn't get a right to a trial (let alone a fair one). L's conclusion of them being Kira is treated as absolute. Regardless of the lack of evidence. What's worse, Soichiro appears to be on L's side.

It's a betrayal of epic proportions from a father who he used to deeply admire + respect.

It's no surprise how Light takes it: he's horrified. He tries to plead his case, for his life, and, understandably, it takes on a more desperate, more emotional edge:

Light: "Dad! You believe L over me?!"

Light feels hurt. Betrayed. His own father believes L above him. His plea is heartbreaking. This is the question that must've been tearing Light apart since the hospital scene:

Ryuk: "Notice he doesn't say "I'm certain that Light isn't Kira." Hyuk Hyuk."

Soichiro doesn't trust Light. From this moment, it became painstakingly clear. What makes it worse for yotsuba!Light specifically is- now that he isn't aware that he used to be Kira, i.e., he is (from his POV) absolutely certain that he is NOT Kira. He thinks that L's judgement (in this case, at least) is not to be trusted.

And here Soichiro is, trusting the one person Light has grown to loathe since his time during confinement OVER HIM.

I cannot emphasize enough how utterly depressing it is, just how frustrating it is to have your own parent turned against you, to have him side with a detective who you know is WRONG about the case, about Kira, about who you are. Your father doesn't believe you. He thinks you're the sort of person to murder thousands of people.

Sit with that thought. And let it stew.

Back to Light asking the question with pain written all over his face. "You trust L over me?"

Is that how fathers are supposed to act? To trust a nameless third party over their own child??

The question is in the air and Light gets its answer.

With a gun to his face:

Light raises a question of trust (that is essential in every relationship) and Soichiro replies that not only does he not trust Light (thereby trusting L's judgement more), he rewards Light's question by declaring that he'd kill Light and then himself.

...Fucked up, isn't it?

Now we know of course that it was all an act. A mock execution, as Soichiro explains.

Soichiro: "Please understand that I only did it because I truly believed that you weren't Kira."

These words along with the fact that L was the one who staged this sick & cruel act, allow Light to quickly forgive his dad by blaming it all on L.

We aren't shown the psychological effect this ordeal has on Light. It was very traumatic imo.

Imagine yotsuba!Light having disturbing nightmares repeatedly...imagine the poor kid holding onto his dear watch telling himself over and over that the gift given by Soichiro represents the strength of the father-son bond...imagine him crying (when he thinks nobody is watching) regardless...

He's handcuffed to the man with the worst judgement he knows. Despite the whole mock execution that this particularly stubborn detective had staged. Despite the damage L brought to his father-son relationship.

And then, Light regains his memories and the entire illusion shatters.

He IS Kira. Just like L said and his father suspected. Still, there's no time to lose by having an identity crisis. And he chooses to continue on the path he had chosen as Kira. He uses the watch his father had given him to kill Higuchi to reclaim his identity of Kira.

I think it's interesting that the only other times, i.e., while killing Kiyomi Takada and Near, he uses the watch again is after his father had already died. I know he didn't use it before that for practical reasons but I also think it's because he couldn't bring himself to sully the memory of trust his father had in him by entrusting him with the watch, unless absolutely necessary.

The trust that was gone the moment Soichiro says this on his deathbed:

Soichiro: "...Light, you're not Kira...I'm so glad..."

Matsuda: "O-Of course he isn't! You were still worried about that?"

Even after the mock execution, Soichiro still doubted Light which were dispelled just before his death. He dies without knowing the truth, yet dealing a blow to Light that might never heal. At the end, Matsuda, a man who's disposable to Light, trusts him more than his own dad. Cruel irony, isn't it?

This is the moment Light realizes that the trust he thought his father had in him was all his imagination and it shatters his heart.

I feel that Light & Soichiro's relationship is the most tragic one in Death Note.

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deer1nheadlight · 2 months ago

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j a i l b r e a k

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big brother!Shimura Tenko x little sister!Reader

Rejecting Tenko is never a good idea. Running from him is even further down the good ideas list. Your brother loves you so very much, and nothing may stands in the way of his mission, not even your mom nor yourself. It's high time he stopped stealing your panties.

WARNING: rape, non-con to dub-con, incest, somnophilia, panty kink, breeding kink, manipulation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, almost caught sex, squirting. MDNI. Please block me and block the tags, as I would block you for your benefit if you do not like the content.

A/n: This is set in a quirkless alternate universe and we're fixing that one abominable character in my baby boy's life iykyk. I'm using his real name, and Tenko is 100% a pro gamer in our era change my mind (you can't). If he got to grow up normally, would his personality be different? Yep, absolutely. Am I gonna consider that fact here? Absolutely not <3

Word count: 7460.

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Your washed panties have been smelling a bit strange recently. Not just one or two, but the whole drawer of them. It's not a bad smell exactly, but it's this sort of musty musk that you'd expect more from a guy. You've never had such a problem before, and you're unconvinced that it's your poor pussy’s fault. You take care of yourself well, after all.

Another, probably bigger, problem is that they've also been disappearing gradually. You can't wrap your head around it at all, especially when a pair that you thought you'd lost forever suddenly reappears one day at the back of the drawer, even though you could have sworn you had emptied the whole thing to look for them before.

They're a pair of bunny-patterned underwear that's both cute and comfortable, perfect for any sports day. You'd always reach for them first after doing laundry until they suddenly went missing, after which you realized a few pairs were gone as well. But now they're here again, and you're crouching on the floor inspecting them as if they've committed first-degree murder. They… look exactly as you remember. Well-worn, with their tag cut off because it kept digging into your skin and several bunnies running around innocently.

But, they smell surprisingly normal. Like freshly washed laundry, what all your panties used to smell like — which ruins your last theory as to why your whole drawer has been taking on that musk. You were thinking that the wood itself might be emitting the scent, which then got on them. Theoretically, if that was the case, then the pair that have been lost inside there the longest should have the strongest smell as well. Yet, it's the opposite.

You're at your wit's end. You've tried washing them in hot water, washing them by hand, drying them in the direct sun, soaking them in detergent, just about every method the internet told you to try and at first, it would work, getting rid of the musk, but after a few days, that scent would return again. Maybe there really is something wrong with your lady part itself?

As you begin to pull down your skirt, intending to try and diagnose yourself, the door to your room swings open with no warning. Your startled screech does nothing to deter your intruder, who doesn't seem the slightest bit fazed to see you on the floor, hunching over a small pile of your own panties.

“Dinner's ready, be down quick or I'm eating all the karaage.” He grumbles, and as quickly as he came, he left, shutting the door on your floundering form. You curse him extra loud for good measure, but if he heard, he didn't bother to snark back. Damn Tenko and his inability to knock. You've told him a million times to stop barging in like that, but despite his ability to memorize every little fucking ability and stat of the characters in his game, he can't seem to remember your request.

Scooping up your clothes and shoving them haphazardly back in the drawer, you decide to continue the investigation another day. Maybe you'll just have to accept the strange scent, as embarrassing as it is to admit that you might smell like a man. You rush downstairs to have dinner, hopping into the seat next to your brother as usual. Tenko threatened to eat all the food, but like always, he gives you anything in his bowl that you want and picks off the things you don't like.

“If you keep letting her get away with not eating carrots, she's not gonna be able to run fast like a hare!” Hana, your eldest sister, chides him and tries to knock away his chopsticks reaching into your bowl. She's often had to bear witness to Tenko’s excessive babying of you ever since you were born. Not that she babies you two much less, but her little brother is probably bordering on sheltering you now, and sometimes she worries it's terrible for the both of you.

“That makes no sense, and you know it. Plus, didn't the turtle win the race?” He rebuts, taking your carrot pieces anyway, and is rewarded with your happy grin.

“Speaking of, when is your next race, hun?” Across from you, your mom asks. You stop stuffing your face with food to think and suddenly remember what caused you to dig through your panties drawer earlier: your missing elastic underwear, specifically designed for long races. You know for a fact that the washing machines can't have swallowed them all, because you haven't even washed them in the first place. And your last practice was just three days ago, so you can't have forgotten to use them for that long either.

Strangely, all three pairs aren't in your hamper nor in your drawer. And they're terribly expensive; you don't know how you can explain this to your parents. “Kid?” Your dad asks, pulling you back from your spacing out. “Isn't it pretty soon? This Saturday, if I recall,” Tenko helps out. He always remembers your schedule, even when you forget it yourself, and you nod appreciatively. But your earlier scrunched-up expression causes Mom to worry. Maybe a lie won't hurt anyone.

“I… I think I may have outgrown some of my clothes. Or maybe I've gained some weight, or muscle?” Your dad raises an eyebrow when you don't seem sure of it yourself but luckily doesn't question you. Mom claps her hand, “Oh? Why don't you bring her shopping tomorrow, Tenko? You're dying to treat her with your big boy money, aren't you?” Beside you, your brother blushes slightly as he turns away huffing but doesn't deny the accusation.

Tenko is apparently some big shot in his industry or something. Ever since he started making money, he's been treating the family quite often and also saving up. However, he refuses to move out and favors splurging on you so obviously that everyone would make fun of him. Every weekend, he forces you to eat out with him for no reason in particular, and your closet is full of outfits you've only been able to wear once.

You don't quite understand the games he's lauded for being good at either, you only know that he's popular enough that the boys in your class were astonished to learn you're the sister of “Shigaraki Tomura.” Nevertheless, just like how he comes to every single one of your races, you also come to all of his tournaments. You tried to learn how to play his games once but gave up after you cramped your hand trying to reach the keys. You're much more dexterous with your legs anyway.

Usually, you don't mind going out with him for clothes shopping, but on this occasion, you're planning on getting both everyday panties and sporty underwear. You’ll probably have to visit a lingerie shop, and dragging a guy, especially your brother, along would just be awkward. So before Tenko could even pretend to be bothered about taking you out, you interjected, “Can you take me instead, Mom? Or maybe Hana-nee, if you're busy tomorrow.”

His chopsticks stop moving, and if you aren't so in tune with his body language, you probably wouldn't have noticed either. But you do, because Tenko and you share a deeper bond with each other than anyone in your lives.

“Why?” He already beats Mom to it before she can begin to ask. You want to answer, but in your struggle to find the words to dance around mentioning underwear in the middle of a family meal, he's already jumped to a conclusion. “I guess you're too good to hang around me anymore, huh?” He bitterly grits, a piece of carrot falls out from his bowl.

“No! That's not it, why would you say that?” You frown harshly. Tenko has this terrible habit of expecting you to randomly abandon him the moment you don't openly receive all of his affection. As a child, you learn quickly to never push him away. Why he latches onto you instead of literally anyone else, you don't know, but you love him enough to welcome it all willingly. Which is why you're offended to know he has so little faith in you. He can be so stupid sometimes.

Your brother doesn't respond and chooses to finish the rest of his food in silence, promptly cleaning up and then leaving the moment he's done, even when Grandpa tempts him with ohagi for dessert. Your mood stays low for the rest of the evening, and it doesn't help when you later on find two of your missing sporty underwear at the very bottom of your hamper, hidden inside your running shorts as if you've forgotten to separate them. The whole argument could have been avoided.

The next day, after Hana took you shopping, you knocked on Tenko’s door trying to make amends. Aside from underwear, you even bought a new skirt, which you hope if you pretend to try on for the first time for him like how you would if he'd taken you out, he would stop sulking.

“And, look, I even brought you my portion of ohagi I saved from yesterday!” You yell into the door, and finally it swings open. But before you could get a word in, the plate of mochi disappears from your hand, and he shuts you out again. You jiggle the door handle and rap on it insistently.

“Nii-san! Quit being childish! It's not a big deal, what the hell!” You slump against the wooden barrier. It's not a big deal, you said, blissfully unaware of how further and further away you keep running from Tenko. Your legs are really too quick, sometimes he wonders if he should cut their tendons off once you finish up your last year and move out with him. You used to rely on him for everything, from walking your first steps, to bathing yourself, to doing one plus one, he would teach you all he knew. Now that you've grown so big, you demand more and more independence from him every day. If only he'd been born a lot earlier, he would have stolen you away as soon as he could and not taught you anything so that you would always stay with him.

Your begging is cute; Tenko wants to listen to it forever. That is, until you become impatient and yell out something not cute. Something that maybe Hana has always wanted to say but doesn't have the guts to.

“Stop being so controlling of me!”

You regret it the moment it comes out of your mouth. By instinct, you know it's wrong, whether or not it's true. Your big brother has devoted his entire self to you since the moment you opened your little eyes. Despite being only 3 years older, he takes care of you just as much as your parents did. Hana can't even hold a candle to how carefully he watches over you. Even now, when you're technically an adult, you're still choosing those animal print panties when your friends are shopping for pearl thongs, evidence of his constant hovering. But still, calling him controlling is violating an unspoken rule, because he's never actually forced you to do anything. You yourself enable his behaviors by always being such a good baby sister.

The door slowly cracks open to reveal your brother. He's glaring at you so meanly you feel tears welling up in your eyes. In the dim hallway light, his eyes almost look red, and coupled with his recently dyed pale blue hair, he seems like a different person entirely. His dry lips tell you he's forgotten to drink enough water again, but it's hardly the time to remind him when he's towering over you so suffocatingly.

“I-I’m sorr—”

“Go away then.”

That's two firsts today. You've never even insinuated that you want your brother to stop being involved in your life, and Tenko has never told you to go anywhere without him, least of all away from him. You feel as if a bucket of ice got dumped over your head, and at the same time hellfire licks your heels. Your words hurt him, and his words hurt you, so you do what you do best: run back to your room and stew in your own guilt-colored anger.

By Saturday, when you're having your next relay race, you siblings still haven't reconciled. Tenko has been shut in his room the whole week and only comes out for food and to go to the gym. You torture yourself with math homework even when you desperately need help and can't even ask Hana since she's gone on a camping trip until Monday. Your parents and grandparents tried their best to ease the tension but couldn't get you to make up. When things are awkward for the youngest and the middle child, everyone is affected. Even worse when the only other child is gone. No one laughs at the adults’ jokes, and even your normally stoic dad feels awkward as well.

In the girls locker room, you take your time getting ready. You're afraid of stepping out of the doors and facing what your gut is already telling you. Irrationally, you hope that if you try to delay the inevitable, maybe it won't come after all. But by the time the announcer starts his second round introduction, you know you're out of time.

Tenko isn't in his usual seat on the bleachers. In fact, he isn't here at all. You tell yourself that it doesn't bother you and take your frustration out on the tracks. When your teammates cheer and congratulate you for securing the team's place in the finals, you only feel more lonely because he still hasn't rushed up to sweep you away from the commotion.

Dad often has to come home late, Mom needs to take care of the house, Grandma and Grandad can't always make it to your games because of the heat, and Hana can be busy with university work. Only Tenko, who has never missed a single one of your races, nor a milestone, nor a life event, was always there to hug you despite your sweat and tell you how proud of you he is. For the first time, you experience what you think your beloved older brother feels each time you grow up a little.

No one can tell that you're crying a little in the shower. Your friend gets off a few stops before yours, and the rest of the bus ride home is silent as your sadness turns to anger. You've never had to go home by bus after an event before. Tenko would always drive you to get ice cream afterwards. He's horrible, absolutely evil to abandon you like this, all over not getting to take you out one time.

When the front door slams open without a greeting, your mom peeks around the corner just in time to see you stomping upstairs to your room. She knew something was up when Tenko came home without you. When he left earlier, she thought he'd finally stopped being stubborn and went to make peace, but apparently that was not the case. Being the good mother that she is, she decides to make sure your favorite dish comes out perfect today to celebrate your win.

Passing Tenko’s room, you stomp extra hard to make a point. If he's got any remorse, now would be the best time to show his ugly face and apologize. But he doesn't, even when you wait for another moment at the foot of the stairs to your room. Your anger boiling over, you walk back to confront him yourself and barge inside without knocking, like how he loves to do to you so much, only to find… the room empty. Which is strange, because you clearly saw his shoes at the entrance, and his bathroom’s light is not on.

The confusion quickly deflates you, and you walk back to your room without bothering to stomp around. That would be your mistake, although there is no conceivable universe where you would be able to avoid this event anyway. Tenko probably wouldn't have stopped even if he could hear you thundering back to your room, only that he might have been able to prepare better. Because as of right now, sitting half-naked at the edge of your bed is your older brother with one of his hands wrapped around his—his thing.

Your panties drawer is open, and the neatly folded rows of garments are messily strewn about the floor. In the palm he's fucking into are your panties; the stripes tell you that it's the newly bought pair you were wearing only yesterday. In his other hand, the one currently right up against his mouth, is the pair of elastic underwear that went missing a little over a week ago. It's turned a dark blue from the usual cyan, soaked through with what you can only infer is his spit.

“Ten…ko… nii-san?” Your brain hasn't caught up, but you manage to croak. And like the cruelest joke, spurts of semen spill out of his closed fist not a second later. As if—as if he's enjoying your reaction too. There's the most depraved grin stuck on his face that makes you the most frightened you have been in your life. He leans forward a little and spreads open his palm as if to show his cum off to you.

“Look what you do to me, brat.” Without warning, he flicks his wrist and the fluids fly across the room, landing on your exposed legs and thighs. You think some drops got on your face too, but you don't want to process that right now. His sudden movement causes you to flinch backwards and like a spindly-legged fawn, you trip over air to fall on your own butt. It's hard to make out what emotion you're feeling right now because fear, shock, and confusion are screaming for first place, creating a cacophony of noise so loud you start to actually hear a ringing in your ear. You're petrified, the realization of what happened strangles you like a snake. You could hardly breathe, but you know this familiar scent that is permeating the room.

“You're why—why my underwear has been—”

“Been missing and smelling like my cock, yeah. Honestly, why were you even embarrassed to ask me to go panty shopping?” He stands. “Coulda saved me the huge headache had you just been honest,” a step, “I would have driven you to that mall in the next prefecture,” another step, “be your damn pack mule like usual,” he's in front of you now. Your room has never felt smaller; there's too little air and you're suffocating. You're trembling, shaking, and scrambling away, about to either run or roll down the flights of stairs but two hands wrap around your ankles and yank, pulling you back inside. The door slams closed without locking.

Five fingers lock your jaw shut before you can let out a single yelp. The wooden flooring is too cold to be pinned down on in just your shorts and T-shirt. A choked sob wracks your body, which can't even writhe around because the weight of a grown man is on top of you. Where did he learn to apprehend people like a cop? You can't even kick up at his exposed crotch, you have no grip and no oxygen.

“Scream, and you'll never see me again.” His voice is the only clear thing in this situation, because your eyes are useless from the tears and your mind is shutting down. Never see him again? As in, he will run away and abandon you forever like today? After all of this, isn't that a good thing? It should be, but instead of yelling at the top of your lungs for Mom the moment he releases the hand muffling your mouth, you bite down on your own lips to stay silent instead. You can excuse this, you can keep quiet. Maybe he was too pent-up from never having a girlfriend, even at 21. Maybe he watched too much porn and was possessed by lust. Maybe he is just pranking you, a sick prank that was the idea of his friends.

Unfortunately, this makes you keep not breathing. You're turning pale and you don't even know it. Not until Tenko has to lean down to pry your lips apart with his teeth and force air down your windpipe do you remember the one basic bodily function you need to keep doing. Little by little, he feeds you the oxygen your dumb brain needs to work. After which it becomes a slow, sloppy kiss that mellows you out like a pacifier. You forget to struggle against his grip and your eyes become half-lidded on their own.

When he pulls away, a string of saliva still connects your mouths. He's smiling like he's genuinely happy, and his pupils look red like the other day. “See? Why can't you always be honest like this?” He cups your face, all five fingers caress your cheek and the thumb wipes away your tears. You give up wrangling with him because you know you can't overpower him, no matter how fast you can run. Since you can't fly, fight, or freeze, the only other option is to speak.

“I h-hate, hate—hic—you, nii-san! That w-was my firsh—first kiss,” you sound pathetic. It pains him to see you so boldly lie to his face. It seems that you still don't understand that he knows you and your body better than you know it yourself.

“Don't worry, it wasn't.” Even though you know that's not true, you can't confidently deny his statement when he's smiling so lovesickly like that. It scares you, and his next question scares you even more. “Do you never notice how you're so damp when you wake up in the morning?”

Your brother presses a kiss against your forehead. The act is anything but pure when his other hand is sliding your shirt up to your neck. It's more like a reminder to use your itty bitty brain.

“Remember your last birthday? When you had your first cocktail and beer?” He peppers kisses down your nose. “I strained my throat warning you not to pass out around men; you didn't fucking listen.” The kisses trail downward, deliberately missing your lips. “Any innocence you had was lost on that day, brat.”

No. No, no, no. No, that's not true. That day, he brought you to the bar after the family celebration. He was there, you were in good hands.

Ah.

You were in his hands. The same hands that are taking off your shirt, shorts, and bras right now, and are tying your wrists with the underwear strewn on the floor. Same hands that are picking your near-naked body up and laying you on the bed. You wished you had bought the cheap pairs that tear with a touch. The ones you have can hold up a suspension bridge.

“After every win, I'd reward you too. You're still too damn dumb to act so independent. Why do you think just a bottle of cider can knock anyone out cold, to this day? And that your pussy gets sore from running?”

It's so scary to be able to understand what he's insinuating. If only you were stupid enough to just take everything literally, maybe you wouldn't be crying again. He pushes your hands above your head, exposing you like a fish on the cutting board.

It's also scary when he doesn't act like how you imagine a rapist might act. You can't say it's molesting when his hands are petting you so tenderly. They're cold, and they soothe your burning skin, from your ribs to your waist, to down in between your thighs, then pressing against your still-clothed pussy. Instantly, you know something is wrong when Tenko pulls the gusset back and releases, it slaps against you with a splat instead of a noiseless pap. He grins because he knows that you know. You know that you're drenched.

“Hear that? I trained you well, didn't I?” You can only shake your head no, pressing your leg shut to prevent him from humiliating you further. It must be sweat, or maybe pee. You are really scared, after all. “Why are you, doing—hic—this? You're my br-brother, it's wrong!” You whisper between sobs. Why are you not screaming?

“Ah? Wrong? What's so wrong about being in love?” Large hands try to force your thighs apart. When your legs prove to be the harder limbs to manhandle, unlike your twig arms, he folds them upwards instead, bending you into the letter L. Your entire pussy is still accessible this way, but Tenko doesn't get to see your face. He has a love-hate relationship with this part of your body. On one hand, he would be happy to die between them. On the other, he wants to take them away so you can't run from him ever again. It's a blessing that his sanity is intact. Who knows what other versions of himself would do in another universe.

“What's so wrong with treating my girlfriend well?” Instead of taking off your panties, he did the opposite. Your brother pulls on the fabric so it would hug tighter against your pussy, the wet gusset outlines every one of your folds. Not that it even needed to, he's got his face pressed up all over your cunt and filmed it from so many angles, he could make a 3D model of it from memory. But touching your pussy and creaming it is arguably the best part, right up there with watching your knocked-out face make the lewdest expressions when you cum.

“And if you yell at me for being a little sister-fucking monster,” he pulls the fabric to the side, “then you're a fucking hypocrite, brat.” Three fingers plunge in at once without any warning, as if to prove a point. There is no resistance; your pussy accepts them greedily. You strain against the knots around your wrists and can no longer keep your legs in the air, they fall apart just like that. His meal looks a lot more appetizing now that he can always glance up to see your face.

“Why are you so wet knowing you've been raped in your sleep by your nii-san, huh?” His fingers keep pumping in and out of you roughly, every jerk makes sure to abuse your sweet spot inside and your clit outside. “You're still gushing when you know that your big brother is rubbing his cock on all your clean panties. That he likes putting the dirty ones in his mouth and on his dick.” His tongue replaces his thumb on your clit, swirling it around to make obscene noises, which still doesn't shut him up. “I would have marked them with my cum if dried semen wasn't visible. I bet your cunt remembers my cock. It must leak all the time when you wear them.”

It's hard to focus on crying when you're being eaten out for the first time—that you're lucid for, anyway. His rambling doesn't make sense, his scent can't be the cause of why your pussy gets wet at random times. It should have been the opposite, that your pussy discharges more and is causing the smell. But at this point, you can't tell. Things you thought weren't possible are happening in front of your eyes; or, well, your pussy.

It's getting harder to think too, something is welling up as his hand increases its speed. He's sucking your clit lightly, lapping up your juice as it spills out and the other hand reaches up to pinch your nipple. You can't stop it, your hands are bound, but the sensation feels oddly familiar, as if you've experienced it many times before in your dream.

“Hey, have I told you before? You can squirt sometimes. It's why I have so many towels. But wet your bedsheet today, slutty sister.” So you did, at his command. However, Tenko is cruel. Instead of letting the stream runs its natural course, he pulls the gusset of your panties back in place, interrupting the spurts, which forces you to feel everything run down your butt. You do it involuntarily, and you almost scream because you thought you'd peed yourself. Though when you peek at yourself, it's a clear liquid; the kind you can only make when you overhydrate yourself, which you didn't do. You've only heard hushed whispers about the ‘squirting’ phenomenon from your friends, that only some women might do it. You didn't think you'd find out that you're one of them today.

Up was down and down was up for a moment in time. After your first orgasm, you finally understand what all the fuss around it is about and why your girl friends coveted it so. The experienced ones bemoan their boyfriends’ inadequacy, complaining about how they have to fake it all the time. Isn't it nice that your very own sibling, the one who loves you so very much, can give you one as easily as drinking water? Or, in this case, sucking the water out of your panties.

Then a bite on your neck grounds you back to Earth. It hurts a bit, but you don't think your skin broke since it doesn't sting. Tenko lazily crawls up to plant a proper kiss on you after that, making you taste the remnants of yourself. It's not as good as he makes it look, but the strangest, stupidest thought crosses your mind about what his cock might taste like instead. You immediately write it off as an intrusive thought born from your high. For some reason, your bound wrists that were above your head slowly draw down to wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his lips smile against yours. And he doesn't say anything, doesn't taunt you, or humiliate you. Tenko knows you really haven't broken just yet, but for this moment, he likes to pretend it's a year from now and you're pulling him in with love.

After a few minutes and you're aware again, you push him away. Then you're back putting on your indignant act, all high and mighty as if you hadn't just squirted from a bit of cunnilingus. You cum so quickly when you're awake, he'd have to eat you out for at least two orgasms before you'd start squirting in your sleep. Sometimes, he wishes he could jailbreak you as easily as he can with your phone and laptop. If only there was a manual on how to turn you into his good incest doll quickly, he'd read every page and learn every technique. But it's alright, he'll figure it out himself. For now, it's time to remind you who owns you.

“Flip over, ass in the air, baby.” Of course you don't obey immediately, only with a few slaps to your pussy and a pinch to your nipple do you squirm onto your stomach to hide away. He makes you present your butt to him in the most embarrassing way possible, with your panties clinging onto your crevices like a second skin from the mess earlier. Finally, finally your brother takes them off. In a normal situation, that would be a major cause of concern, but for you it's a relief to stop feeling like you've just wet yourself. He folds them neatly on your bedside table, away from the rest on the floor.

“This is my memento for today, you know? I'm gonna dry it and sniff it whenever I miss you.” The imagery is enough to make you cry, from your eyes to your pussy. You can't understand it, you feel gross but it is so happy, it betrays you for the nth time. “Cause you're awake today. And I'm finally fucking you from the back, baby sis…” A suspiciously delayed spurt of liquid escapes you, interrupting him. “Ah? Hah, so you get off on me reminding you that you're my littlest sister, huh?”

“No!” You deny too quickly and he chuckles. It's a terrible habit of yours, can't lie to your brother to save your life.

“Really? Don't want a reminder of who this cunny belongs to?” He taps on it gently, as if questioning it and not you. “Remember, it's big brother's property. Ten - ko - nii’s. Now let me fuck it properly so it can't forget.” At his words, you see the black hoodie he's had on tossed to the side and feel a hot rod shoved between your butt cheeks. It rubs up and down, threatening to slip further south and press inside of you. Terror rises again, this would be your first time, no matter what he told you before. It feels way bigger than three fingers, and everyone told you the first time would hurt like being ripped apart.

But when he sinks his cock in with one fluid stroke, you feel no pain, just unimaginably full and out of breath. It feels like he's inside your stomach, or your womb, and his veins keep rubbing against your pleasure spot inside, making your vision swim. The new position must be doing things to Tenko as well if his staggered inhales are any indicator. He's glad you can't see his face, it may make you pee yourself if you catch the feral way he's snarling to not moan out loud. Globs of drool drip down his chin to land on your anus, sliding down more to help lubricate your entrance, if it even needed help in the first place. He has to leave that other hole alone today, it needs to be worshipped properly on its own another time.

Being a good big brother, he allows you to catch your breath. But then, you both hear thuddings that aren't the ones from your hearts. They're from the floor, from outside. Someone is coming up to your room. Either that, or they're going to go do laundry. Tenko bites his lips to stop a groan because your cunt is clamping down harder. The thudding is right outside now, and it soon slows to a halt.

The door isn't locked. Out of everyone in the house, only Tenko would barge in with no warning. But sometimes, Hana does too, especially if she's excited. He leans down, presses his defined abs onto your back so you can feel every ridge and whispers in your ear, “Why don't you scream for help, huh?”

“Hun, are you alright?” Your mom knocks lightly. Thank gods, it's Mom. But oh gods, it's Mom. Her middle child is diddling her youngest on the girl's own bed inside the room right now, she might get a heart attack if she opens the door. She's checking up on you after your little attitude show earlier. If you yell, she'd come in straight away and stop this madness.

“Why aren't you yelling for Mom? Don't you hate this?” You do, you don't. You don't know, he's being so mean. Why is he goading you into getting him caught? And oh god, why is he starting to move? It's a terrible, slow rhythm that's more appropriate for lovemaking than fucking you from behind. You apologize to your mother in your head profusely. The two abominations that came out of her are copulating just on the other side of the door, or more accurately, one is raping the other. If she turns the handle, your once normal family might just disintegrate to dust.

“Hun? Are you there?” She knocks again, and you have to answer soon, or she'll come in and check on you herself. In your ear, Tenko breathes, “Hey, just scream, and you'll never see me again.”

It's the same line that he used earlier, but it's taken on a different meaning now. If you scream, he will most likely get thrown in jail, get disowned, and get ostracized. You'd be saved, never have to see your rapist big brother again. But then, in a moment of extreme wisdom, you realize you'd be the one abandoning him. You don't want that. You'd hate that.

“Y-yeah, Mom! I'm here. I'm o-o-okay,” you swallow your spit and try to focus in spite of your melting mind.

“Dear? Are you crying? I know you've been upset with your brother. Speaking of, do you know where he is? I could have sworn he came home earlier. He even told me how you won!” She asks, and you suck in a moan that's threatening to come out as Tenko reaches down to touch your clit. He's still pumping into you, not even letting up as you try to speak. In fact, when you have to answer, he seems to thrust in even deeper and harder. It's unfair, especially when he gets to bite down on your shoulder to stifle his noises. It makes you want to make him anxious as well.

“Yeah, he—he's in my room, actually. We're making ou- up, making up!” A hand grabs your hair and pulls back, forcing you to get on your elbows instead of resting your cheek on the pillow.

“Oh! Good, you're in there, Tenko?” Her voice is a lot more chipper now. Your poor mother, clearly she's thinking her sweet children are reconciling and peace will once again be attained in the household, clueless to the fact that they're actually trying to fuck up the family tree. Without missing a single beat, he answers her, “Yep, I'm apologizing to her. We're having a chat. Can we have dinner later?”

“Alright, hun. I'm sure everyone will understand. Make sure to talk, okay?” She happily reiterates and leaves. The moment her footsteps start to fade, a sharp smack reverberates off the walls. Your butt immediately turns a cute pink, and your pussy clenches sinfully. Booming laughters comes from behind you, smug and cruel as if he knew you would cover for him all along.

“What'd ya want to happen, hah? Wanna get back at me? When I'm being such a good big brother too. Say it.” He yanks your hair lightly and slaps your ass again when you don't respond, a handprint forming.

“You're a, you're a good b-big brudder!” You blabber through squeals and breathy moans. It feels too good. Your brother shouldn't be making you feel this way, but somewhere inside your brain, you understand that only your brother can make you feel this way. “Yeah? Now the place I'm knocking on is your cervix. Past that is your womb, where my cum belongs. I'm gonna—fuck, gonna breed my baby sister. What do you think?”

“Noo! P-Pull ouuut! I, I, don't wannaa—wanna get p-pregnant!” Mewling it out like that sounds more like an invitation than anything. "W-well, too fucking bad. I'm creaming my lil sis' tight cunny a-and, sh-shit—and seeding it today.” He releases your hair all of a sudden, making you hang your head limply, too fucked out to use more muscles. Then you feel a pressure on your lower stomach, and you open your eyes to see that a hand is pressing down on it. You can now feel every drag of his cock in and out of you even more vividly, stirring up your insides and you can't do anything but leak more slick at the disturbing sight.

“Feel that? I'm in y-your stomach—my little wife’s stomach. If you get your period in a few days, I'm spanking this stomach until it gives me a baby. S-so make sure it takes today,” he moves his other hand to toy with your button again, tapping it even more roughly than how he'd treat his keyboard. The squelching noises from his brutal fucking fill the entire room and your head, you're afraid everyone downstairs may just hear it. This is the first time being on the third floor has done you any good. You know your bedsheet is drenched, just like Tenko wants it to be, because your knees are slipping and sliding against the copious fluids from your baby-making.

It's genuinely scary, the threat of impregnation. You're much too young, you only just got your university acceptance letter last week. But the more he says it, the more appealing it sounds somehow, being a stay-at-home mom and his trophy wife, married to the only guy you care for. No other boy your age could do what he does, they don't take care of your every want and need, don't treat you like a princess, don't understand your feelings at all. He's the only one who could, and in every classmate who confessed, you always try to find his look-alike. Your pleas become so weak and fake, they make him laugh aloud. “Tenko-niii, p-pleash don't d-do it…” So you say, but your hips are canting back and chasing his cock with every thrust.

A mean chuckle tickles your eardrum. “You suck at reverse psychology. Lucky for you, I love you so fucking much. Don't you love me too?” What can you say? You know the love he feels for you is different from yours for him, at least you think so. That's what you're trying to tell yourself. But it doesn't matter, because there's really only one answer to that question regardless of context. “I…I love y-you as well.”

Tenko kisses your cheek. How perverted, to do such a normal and sweet thing like he's still just your old Tenko and not the monster whose balls are slapping on your pubic bone. He pets your head, brushing away the hair strands sticking to your face. “C’mon, cum on my cock and I'll give you your treat…” Gentle, disgustingly tender voice coaxes you. You're ashamed of yourself for getting off on the dichotomy between his soft actions and the revolting things he says. It seems that he's also at his limit, his pumps become more erratic but much harder, trying to push himself as deep as he could. With every drag, his cockhead scrapes and teases your insides, kissing up your womb entrance as if it's welcoming him home. Your labias are spread apart by his index and his ring finger, for no discernable reason other than to expose your shameless pussy to him.

“I wish—I wish I could get past your cervix, but I can’t, so just make sure not to spill anything, okay?” He warns, and not a second later, he thrusts forward so forcefully you topple over from your elbow to land on your face, ass still up in the air. Immediately, burning hot ropes of thick semen fill your insides, pushing straight into your womb. The virile seeds stick to your walls, and he only thrusts shallowly to fuck them in further. Your pussy, finally getting its long-awaited creampie, convulses and pitifully sprays your orgasm all over Tenko’s lap. The addicting pleasure broke something in you. But he doesn't stop thrusting, his cock instead tries to bury itself deeper with every squeeze of your pussy. You think he has hooked a thumb inside your anus when you started cumming because you feel so full, too full. It doesn't help that like second nature, that hole starts to contract and immediately sucks on his thumb. It took everything in him not to pull out and share the load with your pretty anus as well.

Little rivers run down his thighs, painting him in your essence. When he leans back to peek at the mess, whatever cum he had left in his balls all spurts out at the sight of a creamy white ring around his cock every time he pulls away. You really are fast, to have managed to put a ring on him before he can even nail down a design, and it's the most gorgeous thing ever.

Spread apart on his dick, his little sister came and squirted for him. It's so much better to hear you helplessly beg him to pull out while your cunt is milking him for all he's worth than to fuck you when you're drugged and barely conscious. He doesn't know if he can go back to forcing himself on you that exact way anymore when he can now fuck your fully awake brain out of your skull whenever he wants. Though, that wouldn't be rape, now would it? Especially when you're already so addicted to his cock just from one round.

He hesitates to pull out, but a lightbulb goes off above his head when he's searching for something to plug you up with. He unties the panties on your wrist, now red and chafed, then slides one of them on you. You blearily blink your eyes open when he manhandles you on your side and pulls you into a cuddle, which shouldn't feel as comforting as it does with his cum trying not to escape your pussy. This soreness in your body, your legs, and your crotch is far too familiar, something you've always written off as muscle fatigue after an intense race. He so very lovingly soothes over your injuries with his hands, which always feel like they can destroy anything, and coos praises in your ears that you can only half-heartedly deny.

Tenko is happy. After midnight, he'll take you out for ice cream. He'll properly apologize then, for pretending not to come see you perform today. It's an arduous journey to jailbreak one's sister, but he is nothing if not dedicated. Plus, you're the best little sister in the world, he has every faith that you'll excel at anything you put your mind to. The pecks to your forehead and affirmations of brotherly love lull you to sleep.

#tw.incest #bnha smut #tw.somnophilia #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic

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jellojellyfish20 · 3 months ago

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yandere batfam x neglected ghost rider reader Tw: death, blood, cursing

Screams ran out through Gotham. Bruce didn't know what was going on, so many criminals dead. but how, he didn't want to believe the rumors. the rumors of a walking skeleton that was on fire killing the guilty, as a justice hunting vigilante. but the evidence was was strongly there. he sighed then turned when he heard steps behind him. "did you find out the cause of the murders?" dick asked standing beside Bruce looking at the bat computer. "i have to believe it is the fire skeleton that people have said seen doing the murders. their only targeting rapist, child abusers, and animal abusers. people they think are worthless in this world." Bruce said pinching the bridge of his nose. "so its a meta?" dick asked. "i think we have to believe so." Bruce responded to him. "batman." a voice called through the coms. "yes robin what is it?" Bruce said. "i believe i have spotted the skeleton, theirs been a new victim." robin said through the comms. "Damian be careful we have to believe this person is a meta." Bruce said to him quickly suiting up to head to Damians location. "understood batman." Damain said, watching and stalking the skeleton and the vitcim. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

a man was in a dark alley shaking wide eyes staring at ghost? demon? skeleton? he didn't know but the fuck was on fire and holding a baseball bat full of nails and and skate board. "who are you?!" the man yelled. the thing tilted its head and began to chuckle, "my real name is none of your concern. but you can call me... Dearil, the last thing you'll ever know." it said before rushing forward baseball bat raised.

'another scumbag to get rid of man, i'm tired.' {name} thought as they bashed the mans skull in blood gushing out the wound, they pulled the bat out and continued the blunged the downed man , the mans head breaking down bit by bit leaving mush , as his skull had finally broken and they were hitting plain concert. they let out a sigh and rolled their shoulder and cracked their neck. they turned away from the corpse and walking away, soon getting on their skateboard and skating away their bat resting on their shoulder , still covered in blood, as they rode through the streets. whistling filled the streets as they rode through, making it to their destination, an abandoned building they turned into their hide out. as the walked inside and made it up the fleet of stares and into the room they occupied. humming filled the room as they turned on the light and walked to the couch and table with a computer resting on it. "another one to mark off the list." they said powering on the computer and logging in. 15 minutes passed, they closed computer, ready to go out again but froze. then sighed rolling their non existent eyes. "oh dear the batman, what ever shall i do" they said turning their head in his direction and saw batman, with his "team", red hood, nightwing, red robin, and the current robin. "my my what has gathered you all here today?" {name} aske putting their hands on their hips. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "you have caused enough death, we are here to stop you." bruce said, looking imposing. "and how will you do that?" {name} asked tilting their head, "ive been doing nothing wrong , ive been dealing justice." they said putting their hand on their chest. "youve been commiting murder." nightwing said narrowing his eyes. "is it really murder if the scum deserved it?" {name } asked leaning forward. "they were evil people, people who arent really people. their monster walking on earth." {name} said "can you really blame me for wanting to get rid of monsters?" they asked walking towards them, and stopping ten feet Infront of them. "their are ways to deal with them without murder." bruce said , ready to fight if needed. "like jail, pfft how funny putting them through a system so corrupted that the monster would get out sooner then later and start their terror again. im not taking a chance im dealing with the evil you wont deal with." they scoffed out. "you deal with your great big villains, ill deal with my monsters" they said pointing at bruce then themselves. "no you wont." bruce said. "then stop me. how will you do it?" they asked tilting their head. a stand off a battle of two strong wills. tension high. the room cold and warm at the same time. the fire licking at {names} skull flickering and swaying like an angry vengeance. "who are you?" red robin asked breaking the silence the tensioning lowering a bit. it was quiet before a hysterical laugh broke out. {name} clutched their stomach barreling in laughter. "you really dont know who i am?" they giggled out. "no" red hood responded. "then how bout i show you" they said and it was weird seeing a skeleton smiling. but soon muscle and flesh formed over the skeleton, the fire fading and turning into hair, and eyes that seemed to stare into the soul formed. "recognized me now, red robin~" {name said smiling widely showing off braced teeth. "it cant be...." he said staring in shock. pure silence all staring at someone who they thought was gone forever. "{name}?" bruce asked shocked. "hello "family." they said making air quotes in the air. laughter filling the once silent room.

(to be continued)

#platonic yandere #ooc post #yandere batfamily #yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere bruce wayne #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #gender neutral reader #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne #cw: gore #horror

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ccuniculusmolestus · 9 months ago

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one thing the tsh fandom will do is constantly overlook the significance and also implications of henry and bunny's friendship in favor of relationships like henry and camilla. (and these were all realizations i had while talking to a friend so-)

we never see Bunny directly break down. well, we never see anything period because we're looking through Richard's eyes, and Richard never sees Bunny upset. I don't mean the upset where he's being mean or being a drunk in his dorm, I mean the kind of upset where he's sobbing and yelling out insults and threats and wrestling with Henry on the floor of their palazzo. I'm talking the kind of upset where he's screaming at Henry to stop touching him while crying in his bed.

We only ever hear that fight, and the other one in Rome we just get to hear of it. None of the others ever saw Bunny in that state, and I doubt they knew how the situation even arose. Only Henry did.

Only you know the way that I break.

And matter of fact, nobody saw Henry genuinely angry too. Even when he was dealing with Charles, he wasn't pissed per se, he was just annoyed and more ready to commit his third murder. I can't remember a scene where Henry genuinely loses it with someone he knows well (so, none of his friends). We only hear of him losing his shit with Bunny EXCEPT for the scene with Judy.

You push my buttons in a way nobody else can.

You know that makes me think, again, that him losing his shit at the party had less to do with Judy and more to do with Bunny. Think about it. Why would they be at a party where Bunny is nowhere to be seen? Why wouldn't Bunny, a party animal, be there with them? You'd think he might have invited the others, or at least heard of their intent to go and wanted to join them- but he just wasn't there. Why? What made the perfectly composed, stoic Henry lose his shit over something that, characteristically, shouldn't even annoy him? Who was later established to be the only thing in Henry's life capable of making him snap to the point of losing all self-control and resorting to violence?

That's right.

Bunny.

In every other case of aggressive, intentional, sober violence displayed by Henry, Bunny is the cause, on the receiving end, both times.

Henry and Bunny knew each other too much, way too much, and I'm tired of pretending theirs was not perhaps the most significant relationship in this story. Put aside the fact that the story is literally DRIVEN by them, put aside even the fact that they both are the only ones to die at the end (too much symbolism here kms), but their relationship genuinely is so fucked up and heavy it leaves more questions the more you think about them. So no, I don't think "Camilla was the only one who saw Henry for who he was" just because she was the recipient of his occasional smiles, because Henry was not just the gentle-giant she got to see. Neither do I believe "Richard was on the same frequency as Henry" because they had a shitty childhood (tbh all of them probably did?) and because Henry saved his ass from freezing. Henry was more so his rage and the anger he tried to keep sealed with the rest of himself, a destructive force trying desperately to reign himself in. Yes, he was not a bad person per se, but he was, like Bunny, a ticking time bomb (albeit a much more destructive one).

But even despite the anger and bitterness that later poisoned their relationship, I sometimes like to think of them whilst keeping in mind the fact that Bunny was the only one who could make Henry laugh. And Henry was the only one Bunny directly told about his past/home life. I think of them as freshmen, with Bunny's hair catching the sunlight in his lazy curls as his eyes crinkle and his tone rears back in preparation for a joke Henry doesn't see coming. And Henry, awkward in his detachment, with his nose in a book, trying to keep his lips from quivering up as the awful, stupid joke registers, and then failing to keep the chuckle from slipping through when Bunny's stupidly expectant face wriggles its eyebrows at him.

They were soulmates before they were friends.

And they were friends before they were enemies

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thisapplepielife · 7 months ago

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Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

It's Inevitable

Prompt Day 4: Mistletoe | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Brief Period-Typical Homophobia | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, But Is The Town Pariah, First Kiss

The amount of eggnog Steve has requested they pick up is borderline insane. How many people is he expecting at his party tonight? Honestly. The line to checkout at the Big Buy is long, too long, and Eddie regrets offering to be the last minute errand boy.

Everybody's out in full-force stocking up for New Year's, and now it looks like he intends to drink his body weight in yellow sludge.

At least he forced Gareth into coming with him, so he isn't suffering alone.

Waiting for their turn to pay, there is a cardboard box floor display full of sprigs of mistletoe. Clearance priced and ready to move after Christmas. They've all seen better days, and are meant to be an impulse purchase to move them out the door, Unfortunately, Eddie falls for it, hook, line and sinker. He picks one up, and throws one in the top basket of the cart, and continues to wait as he glances at all the magazines, seeing what he can read for free while they're stuck in place.

"What's that for?" Gareth asks, picking up the mistletoe with two fingers, holding it outwards, like it might bite him.

"The party," Eddie answers, "why are you acting like it's poisonous?"

"It is poisonous," Gareth answers, tossing it back into the cart, then brushes his hands against his jeans, like that will clean them, "Who are you trying to kill?"

"Sssh," Eddie hisses, looking around. It hasn't been long enough that he feels truly comfortable in town, and he definitely doesn't want killing associated with him any fucking longer. Jesus. He just wants to kiss someone. Is that too much to ask?

He doesn't think so.

"I just thought it might make the night interesting, that's all," Eddie finally answers.

"Interesting. Sure. Am I even invited to this party?" Gareth asks.

Eddie sighs, "Yes. You're invited where I'm invited, why do you keep asking that every damn time we do something with Steve?"

"He never talks to me. He only talks to you," Gareth grumbles.

"Do you want to talk to him?" Eddie asks.

"No, not really. But it might be nice to not feel invisible," he says, arms crossed, petulant.

Eddie will tell Steve to say hi or something, make the little shit happy.

The old man behind the register glares at him, which is par for the fucking course. He holds the mistletoe like Eddie is asking to use it on him, and Eddie has to bite his tongue to not be snarky, as the old asshole mumbles under his breath about Eddie being a freak, a queer, a murderer, and Eddie squeezes the handle of the cart. He's two of the three, but this asshole doesn't get to say so.

That's been the worst part of his reentry into society after barely surviving the court of public opinion. The scrutiny, the hatred, still so real that he doesn't feel comfortable being himself in town. He escaped being convicted for murders he didn't commit by the skin of his teeth, thanks to Hopper's miraculous resurrection. He knows that.

But being quiet, and non-reactive, when he feels wronged, is soul-crushing.

He doesn't snap at him, but Gareth does, and nobody is about to cast stones at Carolyn Jones' little boy, freak or not. They are part of the fabric of town, like Eddie never will be.

Gareth sassing him on Eddie's behalf is enough to not make Eddie feel so fucking kicked while he's down, and Eddie smiles as he hands over Steve Harrington's money. Knowing if the old coot knew that, he'd shit bricks.

Back at Harrington's house, Eddie pulls the small bundle out of the sack. It's stupid. He's aware it's stupid. But it gives him a chance, so he's gonna do it.

"Is that mistletoe?" Steve asks.

"Yeah, funny, right?"

"For sure, I wonder what weird pairings of people we can lure under there?"

There's only one weird pairing Eddie cares about, and they are both standing right here, right now.

"I don't know, but I'm sure Gareth would appreciate being set up under here with someone cute."

Eddie drags over one of the dining room chairs, and makes sure he takes off his shoes so Mrs. Harrington doesn't see shoeprints if she ever comes home.

"You got a pushpin?" Eddie asks, and Steve disappears to find one. When he turns back up, Eddie loops the ribbon through, and stands on his tiptoes.

He can't quite reach. Fucking vaulted ceilings in rich people houses.

Steve laughs, "Let me get the step ladder."

Eddie stands there looking at the door frame.

Steve climbs the ladder, and takes the mistletoe from Eddie's hand. And Eddie watches as Steve stretches upwards, pressing the sharp end of the tack into the wood. A sliver of his hairy belly showing as his sweater rides up.

The sweater is red, and looks so soft. Eddie wants to touch it. Touch him.

Steve lowers his arms and then they're just looking at each other.

Steve breaks their eye contact, and comes down one step, readjusting his shirt.

Then they're eye-to-eye again, and Eddie swallows. Shit.

"Well, huh, would you look at that?" Steve says, so fucking smooth that Eddie misses his meaning.

"Look at what?" Eddie asks, because all he can look at is Steve.

"We're standing under mistletoe. Wonder how that got there?"

And then Steve's leaning forward, using his smooth fucking lines on Eddie, and all Eddie can think is that he really shouldn't be doing this off the ground. He's liable to fall and crack open his skull.

But Steve slides his arm over Eddie's shoulder, moving to both pull him closer and keep him secure, as Steve's lips press against Eddie's.

Holy shit.

Eddie kisses back, and hopes that this isn't just Steve being silly. Hoping that maybe this was a mutual good excuse to get this ball rolling.

The moment Steve's tongue touches Eddie's, he knows it isn't a joke.

It's inevitable.

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grandline-fics · 6 months ago

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Immune To Your Charms

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.

WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so that's it's own warning if you don't like reading fics featuring him. Soulmate! AU, Enemies to Lovers. Some descriptions of illness and death

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 3,518

A/N: Hope you all like how this chapter turned out. I'm not too keen on it personally, feeling like it wasn't my best but that's just me. We've got more denial as feelings are developing but with Doffy these things take time.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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For the first couple of weeks of taking medication for your illness you spent most of your time sleeping, the rest of the time you were awake long enough to eat the light meals planned for you and very little else. You were exhausted and sluggish, barely able to manage out a few sarcastic comments but even they lacked your usual tone or maintain your focus long enough for it to be considered fun for either you. Doflamingo had expected to see some sort of change by now and in his eyes this lack of results was bordering on unforgivable. As he ate his breakfast his face was like thunder and everyone could feel the heavily brewing storm under the surface.

His grin was gone and the vein against his head throbbed at the slightest sign of annoyance. Even his family and elite members felt at risk of facing the brunt of his anger when he would eventually snap. Doflamingo’s gaze sharpened on the clock and realised he’d spent too long in the dining room. It was already time for the doctor’s to conduct their morning check. Sharply he stood, ignoring how everyone in the room flinched at his sudden movement and left the room, heading straight to your quarters. With every step he took his fingers flexed and cracked, ready to lash out if he didn’t get any sort of satisfactory news.

Throwing open the doors he set his glare heavily on the two doctors who paled and froze at the sight of their leader. Against your propped up pillows you blinked tiredly and followed their stare to watch Doflamingo let the door close behind him. Now that you were regularly taking medication you no longer needed his constant presence to avoid being in pain but you felt constantly drained and your body aching but it was bearable. With a sigh you looked to the doctors. “You two can go.” The doctors quickly looked to you, visibly relieved to be given permission to avoid Doflamingo when he was clearly close to committing murder. They hesitated slightly and you let out an annoyed sigh, forcing yourself to glare at them. “Leave him to me. Go and do what you said you would.”

At your instruction the doctors warily moved towards the door, glancing at Doflamingo with increasing nervousness the closer they got. Doflamingo said and did nothing to stop them and waited until they left and heard their hurried steps echoing down the corridor before he glared at you as you slowly sipped at the herbal tea the servant had left along with your untouched breakfast. “Explain yourself.”

“Morning to you too.” You muttered with another tired sigh. Doflamingo could’t help but notice that your breathing seemed improved, was he imagining that the rattle in your chest had lessened? “I’m not in the mood for guessing. Explain what?”

“A few things. Explain why you’re telling the doctors to leave. Why you’re not eating your breakfast and explain why there isn’t any medication for you to take.”

“I told the doctors to leave so they can go and make a start on the next course of medication and also so you didn’t get a chance to kill them needlessly.”

“Why change the medication?” Doflamingo asked, approaching the bed to stare at you intently. You didn’t seem worse . Were they trying something stronger to get the results he wanted? Or was there something they were withholding from him? Was that why you told them to leave?

“According to them I’m no longer ‘critical’ and now they need to make something less intensive. It’ll continue to fight the infection but it won’t leave me feeling like I’m in a coma all the time.”

“I suppose I can allow that explanation.” Doflamingo muttered, still not happy that his doctors didn’t tell him themselves before fleeing, though with the mood he was in there was a big chance he would have killed one of them before they could have told him everything. Still his mind fell to the one question you hadn’t answered. “And your food? What’s your excuse for not eating?”

“They were fussing over me so much with their tests and checks I didn’t get the chance.” You explained before taking another slow sip of the tea. You eyed the bowl of untouched food and pulled a face. “The sooner I’m recovered the better, the repetition is driving me insane.”

“You’re not really in a position to be picky.” Doflamingo chuckled, perching himself on the edge of your bed. “Strict diet until the doctors say otherwise.”

“Oh so now you want to listen to them?” You asked dryly, watching him get comfortable and start to relax. “They’ve been terrified for the last few days, some wanting to draw straws to see who will be treating me when you’re awake.”

“Fear’s a good motivator in my experience.” Doflamingo shrugged unapologetically and uncaring about the visible panic he brought out in his servants and subordinates. His methods always yielded results, at least most of the time it did. You were the anomaly that he chose not to count.

Out of habit at this point he pulled the tray closer and lifted the bowl into his hand, offering the spoonful of uninteresting purée towards you. Thankfully after that first time you never insisted he say ‘please’ to comply. Today though you regarded him silently for a moment before allowing him to feed you. You ate in silence before finally speaking what was on your mind. “Why doesn’t it bother you? Feeding me?”

“Should it?”

“I know I can’t get you infected but the whole sick person thing seems like something you’d avoid where possible.” You explained. You recalled Doflamingo’s initial declarations that he was ensuring you recovered because he wasn’t letting an illness kill you instead of him but still some things didn’t add up. “In the beginning you could have used your strings to feed me and when I stopped being in constant pain you could have ordered a servant to take over. Doesn’t seem in line with your kingly reputation.”

“Probably not but no one would breathe a word about it so my reputation is safe.” Doflamingo conceded before grinning broadly at you. “Besides who would even believe them I’d do something so kind?”

“That’s them though, this is me asking.” You pressed. “Strangely it feels like you’ve done this before.”

“A little. There wasn’t much food and they didn’t live long after getting ill.” Doflamingo’s answer was low, oddly soft. It was a tone you’d never heard from him before and one you’d really never expected to experience from him. Whoever it was he was talking about, you could tell it was a heavy loss for him to speak of.

You could only guess it was a relative, as much as he claimed those in his inner circle were part of his family, you knew they were a chosen family and not connected to him by sharing the same blood. The man was still very much a mystery to you and as curious as you were, to want to get to know him more would be only a complication down the line. Instead you decided to change the conversation after you took the last spoonful of food. “So strict diet aside, when can I leave this room?”

“Not until you’re better.” Doflamingo’s answer was simple as to be expected but not what you wanted to hear and you didn’t hide your disappointment or annoyance. You had been confined to your room the entire time you were ill and you only got to the bathroom and bathed with the help of a servant because your body was so weak to move. It was a relief that the doctors knew what they were doing because if they hadn’t given you the medication to lessen your pain you would have relied on Doflamingo for that aspect and neither of you were in anyway wanting to broach that level of reliance or intimacy with each other. Needing to sleep in his arms had been more than enough for you both. “Stop pulling that face, can’t risk you managing to hurt yourself and you know it.”

“I’m bored. Y’know for a moment I actually missed Diamanté and Trebol?” You grumbled, narrowing your eyes when Doflamingo began to laugh just as the door opened and the third doctor of the day cautiously entered. You watched as their eyes flickered from you to Doflamingo, nervously trying to assess the mood in the room and prepare for what they expected to happen. They seemed to relax slightly and came closer, your gaze falling to the vial of new medication in his hand. “So what can I expect with this one?”

“You’ll have to take it three times a day. You won’t be as lethargic but it will take a lot of time for your previous energy levels to return. We’re hopeful that after another week we can begin to reduce the treatment again. You’ve been responding so well, it’s a good sign.”

You weren’t exactly in the mood to share their overall optimism. You hadn’t lied when you told Doflamingo that you were bored. You hated being sick at the best of times but to suffer through an infection like this, stuck in your room and only able to sleep or eat, it was irritating and now that you were changing your medication that meant less sleeping and more time just being stuck in your bed. Already you weren’t looking forward to the next few days. With a click of your tongue you took the opened vial offered to you and threw it back in one go, pulling a face at the strange taste. Seeing you take the medicine seemed to release the final thread of tension in Doflamingo’s body and his grin spread into place. As you shifted to get comfy against the pillows you scowled out of the corner of your eye. At least one of you was happy.

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Doflamingo had allowed his work to pile up while you were ill. Calls from the different corrupt leaders he was supplying weapons to had gone unreturned, shipping manifests from the different warehouses and docks notifying him of his share of profits and resources had piled up and gone unchecked. He was sure there were some Marine calls he’d missed but he couldn’t bring himself to care about whatever it was they wanted. He’d done his part by showing up to their nonsense meeting. Sitting back in his office chair he put down a profit report from one of the many businesses he’d placed an investment in and kicked his feet up onto the desk, feeling his eyes grow heavy under his glasses.

It had been a long time since he’d dreamt of the horrid little shack but he knew it instantly. Looking around at the sound of tiny but devastated sobs he tensed to see his little brother clinging to his younger self in the next room, both aspects of his memory and imagination unaware of his presence. Not that he was even paying them much attention, every part of his attention was solely on the bed in the middle of the room.

As much as he wanted to turn away and leave the sorry excuse of a home, as much as he wanted to force himself to wake, it wasn’t in his power. Instead his heavy limbs brought him into the room and he felt slight relief that his subconscious didn’t show his father in this version. His relief didn’t last long though because already he was at the bedside, staring down at the outline of the body completely hidden by the dirty, frayed sheet. Roughly he grabbed a fistful of the fabric and ripped it away, freezing to see it wasn’t his mother under the covering but you.

With a jolt Doflamingo woke, staring at the ceiling and working on keeping his breathing even and forcing himself to ignore the tremor in his hands. Pushing away from the desk he rose and made his way to your room. For yet another instance since you fell ill he found himself seeking you out in the middle of the night, at least this time he was fully conscious of it. His plan was simple, go in check on you, leave.

Doflamingo opened the door only to stop to see you already sitting up in the bed with your gun pointed at him. When you saw who it was you sighed and put the weapon back into the drawer of your bedside table. At least this helped shake him of the dream he had but now he was more confused than ever about what you were doing. Your fever had broken already so you no longer had any moments of delirium and even when you did, you’d never tried to reach for your weapon. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I’ve slept enough, don’t you think?” You asked staring at him carefully. “What’s wrong?”

“What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“Deflecting question for one thing.” You stated with a frown. “You haven’t stayed to help me sleep since the medicine first started taking effect so it can’t be for that. You look tense…your hand’s twitching.”

“You know part of me liked it better when you were too ill to notice things.” Doflamingo muttered, staying close to the wall. “I’m fine, nothing to worry about. Now are you going to tell me about the gun?”

“I thought you were the doctors and I’ve reached my limit of their fussing and increased checks for one day.” You explained in frustration. You weren’t really going to shoot them but you had been so frustrated that the temptation to threaten them had reached the point you’d gotten to. Now that you’d had the moment to reflect on it thanks to Doflamingo’s arrival you let out a sigh. “I know they’re doing their job but enough is enough at least until tomorrow.”

“Any reason for the increased fussing?”

“They claim they’re ensuring the new medication isn’t bringing a risk of unforeseen side effects but the real reason is you. They’re checking for the smallest improvement so you don’t kill them.” You said only to glare when he smirked at that. “Don’t get smug, it doesn’t suit you. So are you staying or going?”

“Oh? If that’s your way of asking nicely you can do better than that.” He teased, grin returning in full force when you let out a huff and rolled your eyes. “You do like to cling to me, it’s adorable.”

“Not as adorable as you oh so sweetly saying ‘please’ Doffy.” Your retort was quick but still not as sharp as you usually could muster. You were glad you could see the results of the treatment but it still hadn’t brought you back to your full strength.

“You’ve been calling me that more often, did you notice?” Doflamingo observed, watching your eyes narrow slightly.

“Because I’ve been too drained to waste energy on your needlessly long name, Doflamingo.” You explained with a sweet smile before deciding that it was time to get back into the old routine of going against him, illness be damned. Pulling back the covers you rose out of bed, still feeling the heaviness in your limbs but you were determined and defiant now. By the time you’d walked the length of the bed Doflamingo was already in front of you, leaning against the bedpost and stopping you from stepping any further. Adopting your most casual expression you looked up at him. “Yes?”

“Get back into bed.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I don’t care what you want.” Doflamingo told you evenly. “Either get back into bed or I’ll put you back.”

“Do it and I’ll get back out. Like I told you earlier, I’m bored and tired of staying in bed.” You ground out in annoyance. “I don’t care where I go I just need to get out of here for a little while. A little bit of walking isn’t going to kill me.”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning with the doctors. Get back in bed.”

“No we won’t because your doctors will be too scared and just go along with whatever you want. I’ll go back to bed when I’m ready.” You argued and stepped around him with your sights set firmly on your door. Even if you got as far as the hall it would have been enough to count as a change of scenery and proof you still had some control over your actions now that you were feeling somewhat better.

“You’re so fucking difficult.” You rolled your eyes at the Warlord’s comment from behind you only for a yelp to break from your lips when you were abruptly lifted off of your feet when you were about to grab the doorhandles and thrown over Doflamingo’s shoulder. “You have five minutes but you aren’t walking, pick where to go.”

“Kitchen.” Your answer came without hesitation. Secretly you were relieved to be lifted, the shake in your limbs becoming hard to ignore but you weren’t going to let the moment of Doflamingo letting you leave the room go to waste. You said nothing as you were carried through the corridors and into the darkened kitchens.

After the lights flicked on you were set on the counter you let out a long satisfied smile, stretching out your arms and legs. Reaching over you lifted the domed lid covering what remained of one of the many cakes and desserts prepared for the family’s dinner that night and pulled it closer. You looked up when Doflamingo stopped beside you, offering a fork for you to take while he used the second in his hand to take a forkful of the cake you’d decided on. Wordlessly you took it and helped yourself to some for yourself, savouring the sweet and rich taste that flooded your mouth. The cooks in the palace were talented and make everything taste amazing. It was thanks to their skills that made being on the limited menu while ill bearable but this? Getting to eat something new again and eat it while you weren’t meant to make it taste even better, like it was something forbidden but so satisfying.

“Happy now?” Doflamingo asked after a few minutes of calm silence, setting his own fork aside and leaving the last few bites of cake for you to help yourself to.

“Yes, actually I am.” You smiled at him, your mood lifting for the first time in a long time. Taking the last bite you let out a content sigh and looked to Doflamingo. “So happy I could dance, but sadly I’m not allowed to walk.”

“Now you’ve got my attention, maybe save the dancing for when you’re fully recovered.” Doflamingo grinned, turning slightly to watch you smirk at him. “Now back to bed.”

“Fine, killjoy.” You grumbled, knowing you’d already had longer than the initial five minutes he’d promised you. Resigned to your fate you held out your arms to let him lift you only to scowl further when he stood in front of you and chuckled, lightly tapping your lower lip with his finger.

“Stop the pouting, you got what you wanted.” He reminded you with a grin, lifting you off the counter and taking you to your room.

When you neared your room you looked at Doflamingo. In spite of being annoyed you weren’t able to be out of your room for long you still appreciated the time you did get out. “Listen…Thank you, I mean it.” You began and thought back to how he’d unexpectedly came to your room that night. Something had been on his mind and given the earlier conversation you had a small inkling what it was. You don’t know why but you wanted to say something to help him. “I know it doesn’t need to be said but, whoever it was you lost. I’m not them.”

“Of course you’re not.” Doflamingo tensed slightly, his stride not breaking even as the image of you lying in place of his mother on her deathbed from his dream came back.

“I’ll get better and then you’ll get right back to finding a way to kill me, right?” You tried to stay casual about everything but the longer you stayed in Dressrosa and around Doflamingo, and now with how he was taking care of you from your infection it got harder to convince yourself that things were going to stay the same as they had when you first crossed paths with the man setting you down onto your bed.

“That’s the plan.” Doflamingo answered and it took everything in you to ignore how his hold on you tightened lightly while he also sounded like he was trying to convince himself of the same thing too. Saying nothing more you watched him turn and leave the room. When the door clicked shut you lay back with a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Why did you have to open your mouth?

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themissinghand · 2 years ago

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Omniscient Reader Viewpoint Have You Seen My Werepuppy?

Summary: In which our lovely regressor turned into a werewolf and craves your attention. (Or Kim Dokja wants some love too)

Pairing: Yoo Joonghyuk x GN! Reader x Kim Dokja

Note: Love these two idiots to death. So here is a fluffy short.

Warning: None.

★・・・・・・★

[New Scenario available]

[Only available to incarnation "Yoo Joongyhyuk"]

[Accept?]

[Yes/No]

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ urges incarnation "Yoo Joonghyuk" to accept the scenario]

"What is the reward?" Yoo Joonghyuk says, suspicious of his intentions.

[10,000 coins]

"What do I have to do?"

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ tells incarnation "Yoo Joonghyuk" to make a choice quickly before he offers it to other incarnations]

Yoo Joonghyuk twitched his eyebrow before he glared at the floating blue screen.

"Don't you dare." Han Sooyoung (who believed she was at the wrong place and wrong time), warned him.

"If it's something dangerous, I'm not going to take responsibility for your sorry ass."

"Shut up."

Without another moment of thought, Yoo Joonghyuk accepted the scenario.

"You idiot-"

A bright light and Yoo Joonghyuk prepared himself for a fight.

But once the bright light faded away, there was nothing but a blue screen in front of him.

He heard a dramatic gasp beside him, but his focus was on the blue screen. His eyes widened before he dropped to the ground on one knee and he felt his body change.

He can hear Loki, that bastard, and Han Sooyoung just laughing at him.

“For a scary bastard like you, you have a fluffy ass tail!”

Kim Dokja wasn't sure what he was witnessing.

Everyone was panicking, to say the least, and you weren’t there.

Perfect.

A growling Yoo Joonghyuk in werewolf form. His sword was gripped tightly in his hand, and no matter what others were yelling, he wouldn't budge. It was as if he was protecting his territory, and Kim Dokja assumed it was because of his new transformation.

Kim Dokja curses at whichever constellation that did this.

Kim Dokja felt a chill down his spine when the protagonist met his eyes. It was glaring at him like a mad dog, while grinding his teeth and brandishing his sword.

What did he do now? He didn't even do anything!

What could he even do? When that sunfish is swinging swords at whoever comes close? When that bastard is so angry that he is emitting such a murderous aura?

Damn you protagonist!

"What's going on?" Kim Dokja let out a sign of relief when you walked to his side.

You who had just come back from your training with Jung Heewon, and were very much tired to deal with this, but came anyway.

After all, it is the sunfish bastard that you and Kim Dokja know very well.

As a fellow reader who committed to finishing the longest web novel in history, you bet that you would be here (with Kim Dokja) to make sure the protagonist survives.

That is what you two swore upon after the world turned upside down. Just an oath between readers, as friends, to survive.

"That idiot turned into a werewolf!"

Thanks Han Sooyoung.

"Is it Loki again?" You responded immediately and Kim Dokja returned a nod and a sigh.

“God Dammit. Alright, so Dokja, any plans or…”

Dokja put a hand on your shoulder, “Nope, I got none-”

Holy shit, did Yoo Joonghyuk just growl at him?

Kim Dokja heard a sigh beside him and something about more work before his best friend walked ahead.

"(Y/N)! Don't get too close!"

"That ahjussi went crazy!"

"Stay back! You're not a match for Master!"

The kids yelled and even Kim Dokja wanted to stop you, but after he saw how calm and collected you were, Kim Dokja held back.

As always, you were confident and quick to adapt in any situation. Perhaps you noticed something about the werewolf state.

Until Kim Dokja saw you unbuttoning the top button and exposing your neck-

"(Y/N)! What are you doing?" Kim Dokja flushes. He would have rushed to your side if Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't ready to pounce on him.

"What a big angry pup." Kim Dokja hopes that his best friend won't be cut in half.

But it was odd. The closer you went, the less fussy that sunfish seemed. In fact, when you stood in front of the growling wolf, the wolf seem to stop and wonder as well.

On how in the world that this little person wasn't afraid of him, and why they was exposing their neck-

“(Y/N)!”

You put up both hands in surrender before you spoke.

"Put down your sword, Joonghyuk-ah."

Slowly (shockingly), the protagonist lowered his sword. Then, he just stared.

What the fuck is happening?

The sunfish hugged you and buried his face deep in the older's shoulder. Wait no, the Yoo Joonghyuk was sniffing your neck like a wolf.

You and Kim Dokja let out a long sigh.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?" Kim Dokja flinched when Yoo Joonghyuk growled at him and wrapped both arms around you possessively.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I'm fine. At least for now."

"Shouldn't we try to reverse this?"

"We could, but we don't know what scenario Joonghyuk-ah got. Whatever it is, I'm assuming he must finish it. Right Loki?"

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ is nodding in agreement]

"Then shouldn't we try to get Master to communicate with us?"

You rubbed the little wolf’s head and the other responded by rubbing his head back.

Who would have thought that Yoo Joonghyuk could be tamed?

Kim Dokja on the other hand, felt like whatever this scenario was, Yoo Joonghyuk was taking full advantage of it, seeing how the wolf kept looking his way in a smug way.

"He can't read, write, or speak, but he can fight like a wolf, and recognize people. Though if there is one thing about the scenario, it most likely has something to do with me."

“Yea, and against me.” You chuckled at your best friend’s annoyed face, and he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright, give me a day and I’ll see if I can figure it out. I'm gonna spend a day with this baby wolf."

“Baby wolf? More like a beast.” Han Sooyoung quipped, and many agreed.

You on the other hand had no issues, even while feeling the wolf’s sharp teeth against your neck. You thought it was cute that the Yoo Joonghyuk wanted your attention.

"If we're talking about taming animals, usually it would be Gilyoung-ah and Yoosung-ah to take care of it. But this one bites. So I'll take care of it." The children nod reluctantly.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is amused by this situation]

While others seem a bit hesitant, after your reassurance, they trusted you to figure this out. Kim Dokja on the other hand, was very worried, and so decided to stay in the vicinity in case anything were to go wrong.

"Now then," You lean back into Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest and his body, feeling his body engulf your smaller one.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is cooing at how cute you two look]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ have sponsored you 1000 coins]

"Let's tame a wolf."

Kim Dokja couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous (just a little), as he watched his best friend invest all of their attention on the protagonist.

And he knows that the werewolf is happy and smug about it!

When you feed Yoo Joonghyuk, when you groom him, and when you have to physically entertain him, Kim Dokja knew this was a scenario to mess with him.

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ hints to Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to steal Incarnation ‘(Y/N)’ away]

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ agrees and urges Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to be a brave man]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is excited for the drama to unfold and is at the edge of her seats]

Kim Dokja sighs and before he could say anything, you called.

“Dokja! I think I know what it is now!”

Kim Dokja widen his eyes in relief, finally-

“I think he just wants to make you jealous, so you have to kiss him or something. Like Beauty and the Beast!”

Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ squeals]

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is pulling out his hair]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is questioning your IQ but encourages anyway]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ have sponsored you 1000 coins]

“Haha, just kidding, look at your faces. Ow, Hey!” Yoo Joonghyuk nibs at your neck, leaving another mark.

“(Y/N)...” Kim Dokja groans in frustration.

“But I do know the solution.” You say while suddenly standing up, knocking the wolf in his chin, and in that swift moment, you flipped your positions, with the wolf under your knee.

“You’re a good boy aren’t you?”

In the next moment, you kissed the fluttered wolf on his nose and then whispered in his ear,

“What a good boy.” In the most seductive voice you can mutter.

“(Y/N)?!” Kim Dokja blushed slightly at how provocative you and Yoo Joonghyuk's position looked.

One part of him want to be in that position too-

“Alright, you got what you wanted right? Loki?”

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ is happy]

“What? What did he want?” Kim Dokja was confused in the midst of all the messages from literally every constellation.

Until Kim Dokja saw it.

Yoo Joonghyuk in his human form, blushing.

Under you.

It didn’t last long before he violently reacted and wanted to murder both of you, but by then, you and Kim Dokja had already ran for your lives, and you with a picture in your hand.

“Worth it!”

“Bruh, you’re telling me the Yoo Joonghyuk has a praise kink?”

Han Sooyoung began running too.

“Oh and Dokja,” Kim Dokja looked your way, and suddenly he received a peck on his cheek.

“Don’t sulk just because you didn’t get a kiss.”

“Wha-” Kim Dokja flushed and put a hand to cover it.

“Don’t worry, you’re a good boy too.”

“(Y/N)!” He screeches as he suddenly sprints faster away in embarrassment.

“(Y/N)! Collect your wolf hubby!”

"I'm going to kill you (Y/N)!"

The chaos lasted for a bit, and in the midst of all that chaos, Loki was able to auction the video and images of every moment in the scenario.

Needless to say, Uriel and Secretive Plotter was definitely winning the majority of that auction.

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morallyambiguousfrog · 2 months ago

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I finished the raven cycle and I have SO MANY THOUGHTS

this series has the best portrayal of platonic love I've ever seen, the relationships between all the characters felt so natural and incredibly well written. none of the transitions to romantic relationships felt forced because it seemed so obvious "of course they love eachother, EVERYONE loves EVERYONE"

So obviously my love for all of these characters is unmatched but I would commit unspeakable crimes for blue sargent

Piper as an antagonist???? amazing beautiful perfect. her being manipulated by the demon was so cool to see, her transition from being green mantles wife with a semi normal life to "yo dad wassup just murdered my husband and found a new pet *holds up demon* isn't it cute?"

Noah my poor baby boi

stavinsky may have been a horrible person but he was a super interesting character

Chainsaw is the bestest bird to ever bird

gansey and blues relationship and adam and ronans relationship were both amazing and sweet and perfect

obsessed with opal as a short story, Adam and Ronan get to have these super sweet and sad moments in the background meanwhile opal's telling the real important story: her dangerous quest to drink windshield wiper fluid and honestly I'm here for it

i will give a small bit of criticism: the pacing did feel a little bit rushed in some places and there was some jumping around that didn't make a ton of sense

BUT IM IGNORING THAT BECAUSE SEARCHING FOR A LONG DEAD WELSH KING IS SUCH AN AWESOME STORY CONCEPT

Henry Cheng: amazing 10/10 no criticism I just love him

there were some points where I was ready to crawl through the pages and fight adam's father myself

and finally a fandom note: just learned that the main ship names are bluesey and pynch and that is so amazing I love that so much

#the raven cycle #the raven boys #the dream thieves #blue lily lily blue #the raven king #trc #trc spoilers #adam parrish #gansey #richard gansey iii #ronan lynch #blue sargent #pynch #bluesey #bookblr #book review #book recommendations #I've heard incredibly mixed things about the dreamer trilogy so I'm wondering what others on this website think

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blackstar-liveblogs · 4 months ago

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Last time I did this it was a year ago, but a cubito has reached blorbo status after so long + he's barely talked about on the maintag along most of the Teal Titans. Here I come with blue faction rep.

It's time for a tr!Scott BIG ramble, more under the cut.

I got myself on a mission recently, the mission to watch Scott's POV of The Realm, and I just got done with all the available VODs today (if he was present in-character on more VODs from other streamers while off-stream, I have no clue which ones specifically).

From the get go, tr!Scott's lore is very interesting. He was established as someone who just spawned in, as a giant snail, and according to his own words (paraphrased): ''It's all very cloudy, I know that I felt a strong will to kill you, but strangely the need to distract you with baby sensory games at the same time.''

The three hours of scuffed snail fight with the Teal Titans were applied into his first memories. They bonded over that and he acted upon that since.

Plus, the entire cloudy and mixed feelings/wills during this fight sparked the headcanon/theory of mine that goes: The Keepers brought the people that fought as the snails to the Realm and applied some sort of magic that turned them hostile and willing to kill their opponents. But Scott was able to kinda get through some of that magic, for reasons unknown, which allowed him to bond while that will to murder was not 100% disappearing.

Again, this is not canon nor confirmed, it's my interpretation until proven differently by the lore, if this ever gets brought up again at all. It's a theory based off the books tr!Bekyamon found too and I highly recommend to read them.

Back to Scott, he was automatically sorted to the Hostile Faction aka the Reds. But from his very first day after the snail fight, he was making very clear statements that he had no allegiances at all with the red faction and he felt more comfortable with the blue faction thanks to those hours of bonding they went through. He did not care if people called him unloyal to the Reds or if they pointed out that he spent most of his time with the Teal Titans, because he knew all of this very well himself and was not bothered at all by it.

''In everything but the tab list, I'm blue,'' he repeated many times.

He heard some stuff about the people around him during those first days. When he first met Pili, he pointed out that he committed many murders and crimes, but not in a judgamental way. Scott clarified right there that he only said it as an observation and facts, and Pili did not deny it was true after that.

I noticed that Scott tends to go after the facts of what happened and what people did, instead of buying the first biases he receives at face value. There was some discussion in the game chat back when Krow stole the Kingdom's bell and was killed; people said that Scott was antagonizing his own faction members then (when he still was Red), but I looked at it now and I think: Not really? In the sense of, the intention was not to antagonize specifically?

He wasn't saying stuff out of malice, he was staying the facts as he perceived them: A very important bell was stolen, Krow got killed as a consequence and now responsability was refused to be taken. Scott had no interest in taking the Kingdom's side, as he said himself during this: ''I didn't say anything that wasn't true.''

Of course, stating that someone is not taking responsability for their actions and that the consequences were expected to come with the context provided can come out as antagonizing, so any perception like that is also valid. I only want to point out that the way Scott perceives it it's very interesting.

To add to this, later he heard criticism about the Kingdom having an object that important right there in the open, ready to be stolen, and he agreed to it. At the same time, he didn't understand why other factions cared so much about the Kingdom's bussines, because he doesn't care himself to get involved in those dramas.

Scott wanted to be part of the blue faction and follow his Supreme Leader. Those were his own words. That was the only thing he actually cared about.

The Teal Titans had no trouble to treat him as one of them either. Scott was called an honorary Blue and even participated in their faction-only meetings days before they knew if he was even able to switch.

At the time, Tubbo was not around during those meetings. There was one when Aimsey announced that he was going to arrange a way to invite Scott to the faction, and even a Keeper was involved.

Tubbo wasn't there until the day many Keepers surrounded Scott and gave him a mission to get a Conduit on his own to join Blue.

The chaos of this day was hilarious on his POV:

He could finally switch factions. One person that does not show up often from the faction shows discontent for reasons that he didn't know at all, so he was just confused while Aimsey reassured him to ''not listen to the voices in the back.'' He went all chill on his own to find a map, find the Heart of the Sea, come back and fish. He saw Tubbo and Bad with TNT Minecarts in the distance, tried to eavesdrop, but they were in a group, so he backed away to fish. Both him and CPK decided to go together to see what was up once Tubbo and Bad called everyone over, Tubbo was under his own TNT trap calling for an ultimatum and talking about stuff Scott had no idea about. He watched the situation unfold, until CPK ended up exploding Tubbo and both with Bekyamon went to tell Aimsey what happened. Scott remained very confused.

Back to fishing. He got to make the Conduit, waited with Aimsey for the Keepers and then succesfully joined the Teal Titans.

This day had the positives of showing more sides of Scott's character. He usually acted unsurprised but polite around the Keepers, which started a pattern of him saying that from the moment he spawned in as a giant snail, nothing surprised him anymore and did not want to understand all the unusual things, just go along with the fact that they exist.

He also was trying to read Tubbo's reasonings and emotions to reach the conclusion that he didn't feel him specifically joining the faction was the issue, but that there were a lot of underlying issues that were brought up with this whole situation. In other words, Scott did not feel resentful towards Tubbo, he was trying to make sense of his actions, with other suggestions like maybe Tubbo did not care about his inclusion until it was a potential problem for himself, among others.

Scott got what he wanted, he was part of the Teal Titans. Now he was able to build and chill, or so he thought.

Stuff kept happening on the server, which brought up more about him and his deal.

First, the Pili vs Clown fight. I was interested to watch this from Scott's POV, since I remember reading a lot that Pangi was claiming Scott was making fun of Pili during it, and therefore, wanted to kill him. I had all this previous information of Scott not caring to get involved in the other factions' dramas, not having any intention to pick sides related to that, and only wanted to watch with everyone else. With that context, Scott making fun of Pili, the same way Kingdom members did, did not make sense to me.

Then, I watched how Scott was joking around with everyone else that the fight was taking too long. After the extra hour of waiting for Pili to show up, most of the audience was not willing to take the fight itself seriously past the 30 minutes (and more) it kept going for. Scott did not see anything wrong with this, because everyone else was doing it and he was not making fun of either fighter, but fun of the fight itself taking so long to be done.

In fact, the last words Scott said to Pili were genuine praise for his resilience and that he would have not done what he did himself, which he pointed out as something impressive in a positive way. Pili even thanked him.

He also showed disapproval at the fact that people looted Pili's stuff once he died. Stating that only Fit doing it he would let it pass since he is homeless. Then, quickly decided to leave before any drama could potentially happen after the fight.

He's truly a drama between factions that are not his own avoider. He is not getting in the middle of them.

Then imagine his confusion upon finding a sign with a threat inside his house next time he logged on. He joked around interpreting ''count your days'' literally and questioning how much he had to count, but he overall was very confused and asking what the heck did he do.

I noticed he used to talk with Owen more out of other Kingdom members. Owen acted relatively normal from this POV, up until a certain point.

The day after, Aimsey died and Scott got the intel from Owen, but a very incomplete version + Owen's slip ups allowed him to notice his red flags and did not take his words as the facts until doing some questioning and investigation.

Owen almost said ''anyone who doesn't worship Foolish'' instead of ''serve under him'', and Scott made an uncomfortable/disapproving sound for a second, which is telling of his own opinions about this kind of mindsets + one of the red flags he noticed during the conversation. This kind of opinion is very on-brand of Teal Titans members, he truly fits in.

He questioned how Owen stated his assumption that Ros killed Aimsey, so he went to check the cementary, where all blue members register their deaths, and thanks to Ros, it said that they died by a Keeper of the Realm.

And exactly there a Keeper appeared behind him, jumpscare style. He immediately wanted to ask about it, but the Keeper disappeared before he had a chance.

All of these interactions reflect the pattern of Scott wanting to have the facts of what happened and what people did before reaching his own conclusions. And he holds those facts in a way that he perceives himself as an unbiased party and states the truth of the situations.

Speaking of Aimsey, once he knew, he said to himself that he did not know how to feel about it. On one hand, he had only met Aimsey three weeks ago, on the other, they were a big factor of why he could join blue.

I'm sure there was a bit more there. Scott interacted with Aimsey the most those days and seemed to get along really well. But, at the same time, Scott is a cubito that recently spawned in with no memories prior to giant snail. As CC!Scott said (paraphrased): ''tr!Scott is a very laid back guy. Not in an evil or malicious way, but more like a chill way and slow to make any emotional attachments, since he showed up one day suddenly, like someone being born as an adult.''

The character himself accepted there was nothing he could do about it and it was only a matter of waiting for Aimsey to revive.

If I remember correctly, this same day, Scott was the first one to see the giant eye replacing the moon! And the Observers teleporting around him too! The cubito tries to avoid the horrors, but the horrors find him.

The Observers and the Eye Moon actually got him nervous. First, he made fun of the giant eye, since he could just sleep to get rid of it for the day, but eventually, with the Observers constantly on him, he either tried to ignore them (while being clearly on-edge) or he snapped at them once or twice.

''What do you want?! Make me go crazy?! Is that what you want to do?!''

It was the first time I saw this character react this way, instead of brushing off the situation or acting indifferent. Scott was trying really hard to ignore it and it wasn't working.

Good to know the character is not immune to get affected by the horrors 👍.

A bit after, Scott found Tubbo again, and despite the tension he was displaying, Scott ignored it for the sake of keeping Tubbo company and check the tasks together. He was even joking around with him, and again, was not resentful for what happened before.

Tubbo was surprised that Scott was genuinely helping to complete one of the tasks before he had to be absent for a couple of weeks. Scott made it more than clear that he always had the intention to help the faction with the tasks, and with that Tubbo seemingly accepted him, or at least was chill with his company. To the point of agreeing that, while Scott did not understand why the other factions were so adamant to mess with the Kingdom's stuff, Tubbo replied that the Kingdom has that kind of retaliation coming for them, and Scott gave him the point.

Aimsey returned that day too, and Scott received him in a very positive note, not treating them any differently. But he wasn't oblivious to the changes in behaviour, as proven when later he talked with Ros and admitted that Aimsey was acting more cheerful than usual. Also agreed to keep an eye on him just in case.

Scott did not point it out then, but he did tell himself that he also noticed Ros was very sad during that conversation, which made Owen's statement not add-up even more. So another point for this cube's ability to read people's emotions and actions.

Aimsey confirmed his suspicions that Owen was not telling the truth and Ros did not kill them. Then, Scott moved on to help with the task.

With all of this, it's worth to mention, Scott admitted to himself that he was not willing to grind levels like everyone else to get stronger. Instead, he wants to play the social game, so people are no interested in killing him.

He showed these social skills rather recently, when Freddie showed up to his house, talked about plans to steal from everyone, then found out quickly that his fastest horse was stolen.

Before finding out about the stolen horse, Scott pitched the idea that Freddie could pretend to ''find'' the stolen stuff and return it, instead of stealing it and give more bad fame to the Reds than they already have. He phrased it as a way to get more points in everyone's books by doing something ''good.''

When Freddie left, Scott admitted that he was manipulating him so everyone got their stuff back. He noticed that Freddie was trying to manipulate *him*, but Scott basically uno reverse'd.

Shortly, he realized his horse was stolen.

Scott sneaked around and listened to Freddie saying that, indeed, the horse was there.

Scott went around the Kingdom's chest and his own faction's chests, all to find an Invis potion to steal and get his horse back. He did take a Swift potion, which he quickly used once he realized Freddie was at the tavern to steal from Tubbo, so it was his chance to get his horse back. That mission was succesfull and he went back to building.

The last thing to point out, it's that Scott has a soft spot, or at least a will to help, the people who were giant snails like him. He emphatizes with them, to a degree, but does call them ''giant snail buddies'' with a bit of affection. As shown previously, this does not make him biased towards them, but it does make him find himself assisting them once and again.

What does this left us about tr!Scott as a character so far?

Most of the time he's chill and very laid back, but not with malicious intent. He's slow to make emotional attachments as result of having no memory prior to him spawning into the Realm. He does his best to look for the facts of a situation and a person's actions/emotions, which he uses these truths to remain unbiased or state them as they are.

He's only not unbiased regarding his own faction and if it's involved. Scott is loyal to the Teal Titans, spends most of his time with them and does his best to help them and make them feel comfortable, while also wanting help from them (with items stuff) if he needs it. There's care for them, but has yet to develop deep attachments.

He plays the social game instead of the violence game, this mainly for the sake of survival. His morals are not beyond manipulation to get to the outcome he thinks it would be best or to steal to get what he wants. He does draw the line at some other actions or mindsets that he's not personally comfortable with or approving of.

He's not immune to the horrors, the horrors will find him and he will be unsettled and nervous about them. There will be attempts to ignore them and shut them down.

He's good at reading people whenever he needs it and acts accordingly.

There's a little soft spot for the people who were giant snails like him and he can help them if he's able to.

Most of the time, he's either vibing building or very confused.

In short: He's a complicated cube! And I sure do love those.

This is why he has reached blorbo status, and I wanted to publish this before CC!Scott's subbathon starts and there's more Realm content. Plus, I'm very interested to see if Aimsey's lore gets to affect him in any way.

He does not worry about the beef between the other factions and does not want to be involved, but he can get concerned about the horrors that can affect everyone and himself. I'm very very interested to see how this character will develop from here and if he ever will grow those emotional attachments, and what would he do in that case.

In other news, I finish with more tr!Scott pics.

#the realm smp #trsmp #tr!Scott #the realm scott #character analysis #scott smajor

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twstedreamweaver · 1 year ago

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Something Wicked - Yandere Jade Leech x G/N Reader

NRC is a dangerous place and you got on the bad side of some Savanaclaw students.

You end up making a huge mistake, but don't worry, Jade Leech is there to clean it up for you.

TW: A student commits suicide, violence, drugging, reader has a panic attack, slight suggestive content, murder -> minor character deaths, yandere themes, stalking, reader gets into a fist fight, kidnapping

The students of Twisted Wonderland's prestigious Night Raven College are known for many things, but kindness is most certainty not among them.

You knew the first day you stepped foot on campus that this world reveres the strong and preys upon the weak, and in the months since, you have become well acquainted with the unspoken laws of the school. The watchful eye of the faculty and the Housewardens (well, some of them) only extends so far. Out of their reach, in the shadowy hallways and courtyards, NRC devolves into a merciless, brutal game of survival of the fittest.

You're lucky that your friends are looking out for you.

"Ugh, those Savanaclaw students only seem to be gettin' bolder by the day." Ace frowned.

The expression on his face was hard to read, but he seemed... frightened. Genuinely frightened. The air suddenly felt frigid.

In the blink of an eye, Ace returned to his usual, cocky demeanor and his signature shit-eating grin replaced his previously solemn features.

"You're lucky I was here, or your ass would have been toast-".

"You mean we-" Deuce interrupted, annoyed.

"Whatev, dude, it was pretty much all me that made them run for the hills anywayyyy."

Deuce opted to ignored Ace's insult, his eyes clouded with genuine worry, "Y/n, are you alright?"

You glanced behind you, as three figures clad in Savanaclaw uniform rounded a corner. You frowned.

Right before they disappeared, one turned his cloaked head to look at you, features dark, hidden beneath his hood and he curled his lips into a sinister grin.

A chill crawled up your spine. They were too far away to see clearly; you must have imagined it.

You invoked the ire of Savanaclaw once before, during the Spelldrive tournament, but being in Leona's good graces convinced them to overlook you for easier targets.

But not even Leona could deter them this time.

"They've been at it for what? Three days now?" Ace's voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You let out a heavy sigh before giving them a smile, albeit a pained one. You chose to ignore Ace's rhetorical question for the time being.

"Thanks guys. I'm honestly really grateful to always have you guys ready to back me up. I don't know what I'd do without you." You can't remember the last time you admitted something so serious, so sincere and heartfelt.

The constant state of paranoia and hypervigilance you'd been living in were really getting to you.

Both Deuce and Ace seemed to reel back at your words, surprised. You swear you see the hint of pink grace their cheeks, as they turn away, muttering jumbled combination of "Erk, yeah, uh, no problem!" and "Well, yeah you should be thanking us."

No way that's all it takes to make them blush. You smile inwardly.

"Let's get out of here. It's getting dark."

As the trio, talking amongst themselves, returns to the safety of the main corridor, a lone figure quietly follows.

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Even Grim's snoring could not distract you from the cacophony of your thoughts that night.

Ace and Deuce were insistent on spending the night at Ramshackle. Ace in particular tried to worm his way into your bed, on the pretense of 'protection'. Deuce vehemently objected of course.

Your bed was already small after all, and Deuce definitely did not seem to enjoy the idea of you lying that close to him while he dejectedly watched from the hard floor. And Grim would have been pissed to not have enough room at the bottom of the bed to curl up.

And Grim did already loudly insist that he - Grim the Great! mind you - is perfectly capable of protecting his human! And he certainly didn't need help from those two.

You turned down Ace's suggestion anyway, teasing him alongside Deuce, leading to a grumbling Ace defeatedly disappearing down the staircase.

In all honesty, you wouldn't mind - given the current situation - but the thought of your bodies touching admittedly made your cheeks grow uncomfortably hot.

The duo opted to sleep on the couches in the foyer instead, as Deuce suggested. It was the best location anyway, as they'd be closer to the main entry if anyone tried to break in.

After giving them blankets and biding Ace and Deuce goodnight, you settled in with Grim, who quickly fell asleep, leaving you to lie awake, alone with your thoughts.

You sighed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was futile.

Your troubles began well before the incident.

Henry, a Savanaclaw student you had shown a sliver of kindness to in Alchemy class, started following you around the school, trying to talk to you, to befriend you, to be near you. He spiraled into a twisted form of infatuation. He'd give you weirdly expensive gifts (which you'd decline), researched your interests extensively, and hunted down all your socials online.

You weren't interested in him, not romantically or even platonically, he was creepy, to say the least, and you hardly wanted him as a friend. You were civil, polite at first, but you became increasingly harsh as the weeks dragged on.

While NRC was cruel, you were lucky to have made allies with the people you did.

Your friends noticed him within a few days. You had amassed many friends in high places while at the school and they ensured that he never got close to you, except, of course, in Alchemy class, the one class you shared with him. Crewel, ever watchful, quickly noticed and separated you, ensuring that you weren't together on projects.

Occasionally, you'd feel a tinge of guilt. While he certainly was annoying, you couldn't help but feel that he didn't deserve what happened.

Seemingly over the span of a week, Henry managed to amass a large group of very powerful people who all greatly despised him.

Idia deactivated his socials and Leona and Ruggie practically banned him from leaving the dorm after classes. Azul tricked him into a terrible deal and Riddle would slap a collar on him for the most minor of infractions.

You guessed he'd give up. He didn't. He actually got more aggressive, more spiteful towards you for not reciprocating his feelings. More hateful and angry at the injustices he was subjected to by the Housewardens. He got worse and worse by the day, until one day, he inevitably snapped.

Love potions are not only highly taboo, but also illegal in Twisted Wonderland. Moreso, it's incredibly easy to determine the culprit, as each potion is unique to its user.

Jack, with his sharp sense of smell, caught a whiff of something in your drink at the cafeteria. You had no idea how Henry managed to slip something into a sealed drink that you purchased from the cafeteria directly, but he did.

You and Jack went to Vil, arguably the alchemy genius of the school, who determined that it was a love potion. And given the situation with Henry and a strand of his hair, it was easy to determine that it was none other than Henry's love potion.

Henry was expelled from Night Raven College shortly after Vil showed Crowley the evidence. The police were alerted, and it seemed that he was set to spend a year in prison.

But Henry never went to jail. He never even got arrested.

A few hours after the police arrived and they couldn't seem to find him, a frantic student stumbled into Crowley's office.

Henry was found hanging from a tree on the edge of school grounds. A noose tightened around his blue neck, eyes bulging. It was a terrible sight and one that Crowley did not want to get out. And Crowley made sure the truth never saw the light of day.

To the general public and his family, Henry likely ran away to escape prosecution. But you, and a select few, knew the truth.

The whole situation reeked of suspicion to you. You couldn't help but wonder if Henry was framed, if he really did kill himself, or if someone else was responsible.

But for everyone concerned, it appeared Henry disappeared from your life as quickly as he had entered it, but the problem was far from over.

Henry had dedicated friends, and they resented you. Despised you.

They started appearing late at night, tailing you as you walked home. You told Deuce and Ace and you all concluded that while their identities were always obscured, it had to be the late Henry's vengeful friend group. They were upperclassmen, Savanaclaw students, and while Ace and Deuce seemed ready to take the fight to them, you urged them not to. The last thing you wanted was for them, your best friends, to get hurt on your behalf.

After all, they were likely just trying to scare you. But the sinister aura you felt told you otherwise. You wish they knew how guilty you felt, how you cried when he died. It wasn't your fault, you knew that, but you couldn't help but feel responsible for Henry's suicide.

You hadn't told anyone besides Ace and Deuce. Fear and guilt stopped you. Fear that history would repeat itself. That another student would stumble upon three more bodies hanging from a tree.

Why is this always happening to me?

You tossed and turned for an hour, until finally you fell into an unsteady sleep, haunted by nightmarish visions.

Unbeknownst to you, they were waiting for you to do just that.

A person, clad in black, crawled out from under your bed.

"Got you."

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You awoke to cold, unrelenting, freezing cold. You felt as if you were in a fog, as if your limbs were tied to weights you couldn't hope to lift. You heard distorted voices and the whispers of wind.

The Savanaclaw students. Henry's friends. They got you.

Adrenaline surged through your body, ripping you out of your deep, mind-numbing slumber.

Your eyes flew open, but you couldn't see anything except the night sky as your eyes adjusted to the low light. You were on your back, you felt grass against your exposed skin and the hard ground beneath your head.

The voices sharpened into focus.

"-wait for this lying bitch to get what they deserve."

You have to get up. You're starting to see figures moving around you. Three, two milling around, one trying to lift something with magic. They had a lantern set on the ground, but it was faint, barely enough to emit enough light to see what the one was trying to lift.

"Well, then fucking help me lift this. Jeez, why am I doing all the damn work-"

It almost looked like, a rock?

"Sorry, got distracted. Rich, you recordin'?"

You have to get up, now.

You feel like there's electricity surging through your body, snapping you out of the sleep-induced haze.

You were drugged. It must have worn off before they planned.

"I can't wait to see their head fucking splatter."

You leaped up. The world was spinning, you were moving so fast, your brain couldn't keep up. You stumbled then lunged, aiming for the lone figure that wasn't lifting up the rock.

Your vision narrowed.

One of them yelled, out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the students whip around towards you, canceling the spell, as the rock fell right onto the other's foot.

Curses, yells, it didn't matter. The man's screams were dilluted by your concentration on the man in front of you.

His face was distorted, his mouth agape. He was turning towards you.

Perfect.

You clenched your right hand into a fist and planted your feet into the dirt, bracing yourself, as you reeled back and aimed for his exposed jaw.

You exhaled sharply right before your fist collided with his jaw with a crack. His head whipped to the left, spit flying out of his mouth, a choked, strangled noise coming from deep in his throat.

Your left elbow was ready, your right arm coming back to guard, twisting your torso as you threw your elbow into the left side of his head, swinging through.

You couldn't feel anything, everything was moving too fast, but you were sure you might have broken your hand.

After the collision, you jumped back, head whipping around to face your approaching opponent.

A punch was heading right for you, aimed at your head.

You side stepped, centering yourself, grabbed his arm with your left hand and then reeled back for another right punch. As he stumbled forward, your right fist met the side of his face. He lurched to the side, and you stepped behind him to kick at his lower back, you planted your foot on his tailbone and pushed, sending him sprawling forward.

The other man was trying desperately to lift the rock off his foot, but he couldn't pick it up with magic alone and he certainly couldn't lift it with his own strength.

The man fell face first into the dirt. He was weak, helpless, entirely at your mercy.

Your vision was red, your breathing was heavy, your lungs and throat burned as you raised your foot and slammed it down.

They deserve this.

You were enraged, terrified, the world was spiraling but. You were finally in control.

You were on top now; you were the one in power.

Your foot slams down over and over again.

They were going to kill you.

You didn't need magic, not this time.

In this shitty world, you were always the magicless nobody, lost, homeless, at the whims of a headmage who couldn't care less.

He was begging for you to stop, trying to lift himself, but each stomp left even weaker.

And you blame me? You go after me?

His face is caved in, you hear a crack as your foot meets his skull again and again.

Why am I always the problem? Why do I always have to deal with this?

The blood looks black under the moonlit night.

I never asked for any of this.

Tears started streaming down your cheeks, the man with the rock on his foot was yelling, begging you to stop as he watched, completely helpless, as his friend was beaten.

You were going to do this to me! Why the fuck should I stop?

He wasn't breathing anymore, was he?

Reality seemed to shift into focus.

What have I done?

"I never wanted Henry to die!" You screamed, as you stepped back, staring at the lifeless body in front of you, shaking.

You collapsed to the ground, sobs wracking your throat, "I never wanted any of this!"

"What was I supposed to do?"

The other student still lay unconscious on the ground a few feet away.

You couldn't breathe.

He was dead, you were certain.

Everything was spinning again, you were nauseous, your hand stung, your elbow stung, your head was muddled by the lasting effects of a drug.

You were sobbing and you couldn't figure out how to breathe. The air wouldn't enter your lungs.

"Oh my god." you wheezed through choked sobs and tears.

A hand landed, gently, on your shoulder.

"It's going to be alright, Y/n."

You whipped around to see Jade Leech towering over you. His expression unreadable in the dark.

"Jade?" You choked out.

The boy with the rock on his foot stared, mouth hanging open. He was quiet.

The whole world was quiet for a moment.

"In the flesh." You saw the trace of a smile in the dark.

"I'll take care of this, Y/n. Nothing is going to happen to you." You suddenly noticed the sharp edge in his calm tone, the piercing sinister nature of his words.

You couldn't move as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to you. You took it with shaky hands.

He stood up and walked quickly toward the remaining Savanaclaw student.

Like a predator that knew its prey was cornered.

"Please, no, I'm sorry, Jade-" The boy was trembling, his pleas falling on deaf ears. "I'll do any-", the student's sentence was cut short. A gurgling, gasping sound came from the student. Jade's gloved hands were squeezing the boy's neck. The student flailed, arms clawing at Jade, writhing, and Jade only dug his fingers in more.

You watched in horror, at his inhuman strength, at the silent, brutal way in which he drained the life from the student's eyes.

All you could hear was the gasps of the boy in the dead of night, as you stared, helpless to move.

His body collapsed, head lolling to the side, with a final twitch.

Jade refused to let go as the seconds seemed to crawl by, barely half a minute but it felt like an eternity.

Jade dropped the boy, still stuck under the rock, as his body rag dolled and flopped onto the ground.

"No matter how many obstacles I must dispose of, I will always protect you, Y/n," Jade's voice broke the uncomfortable, painful silence.

Your stomach churned and your vision closed in, your arms barely able to hold yourself up. You collapsed onto your side, the drug and the stress and the fear all adding up.

Jade turned his head to look at you, a sinister grin flashing sharp teeth contorting his face.

"I assure you that I will always keep you safe." As you fell into unconsciousness, you heard Jade moving towards you in the dark.

You felt a gloved hand brush hair from your face.

"Allow me to take care of your problems, just like last time."

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