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middle of the night: all about luv - p.js

ALL ABOUT LUV ‣ MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

you just needed to pass your classes and you'd be out of this hellhole but of course you couldn't do it alone! it was a two man job with your lifestyle so the school assigned you to the one and only park jisung, clumsy straight a student who you may or may not have now taken a liking to....

pairing: park jisung x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 4.5k

info: rebel!reader, nerd!jisung, strangers to lovers!au, non-idol!au, high school!au

warnings: explicit/vulgar language, mentions of drugs, alcohol, little bit alcohol consumption

a/n: hey omg i can’t believe i finally posted a part to this series, i hope u guys enjoy it and PLEASE tell me if you want a taglist okay? thanks! 

You were fierce, everyone knew. Even those who haven't even seen you and your tricks in-person feared when you attended school. Although you were known to play tricks,  rough-house, and start problems with the other kids who didn't even bother attending school or pursue their actual desires- you had one and was determined to make it come true one way or another. But unfortunately, you were pretty dim compared to the students who roamed the hallways, it never stopped you, Today you decided on approaching your math teacher since she was surprisingly the only one who cheered you on with your aspirations,

"So...I'm passing three of my four courses this semester!?" You eagerly questioned the woman in front of you, "Yes, you are" confirmed with the recent grade updates, you sigh in relief knowing you were passing most of your classes with satisfying marks, so you made your way to the exit. 

However, she pulled you back down to your seat. "You're failing Science Y/n," she added pointing at the 34, "Well I don't even know what's happening in there, how can I pass in such a short time?" 

He stared out the window of the Science lab. He had plans after school, "Jisung? Park Jisung?" an unfamiliar teacher called from the door frame; his attention was mainly towards the girl behind her which sent shivers down his spine.

"Can you meet me in Room 284 after school?" Of course not, he's finally scored a fucking date with Lee Jieun one of the prettiest and popular girls of the junior division, he looked over to Jieun in the back of the class who was listening in on your conversation along with everybody else in the classroom, she looked disappointed but nodded permitting him to ditch their date, he smiled apologetically at the girl before focusing his attention to the door, 

"Sure."

Knocks were heard from the door which made your busy teacher who was marking work signal you to go open the entrance to this quite cold classroom. Roughly around 5'11 probably 6'0 boy is wearing a worn-out white shirt, with a navy blue blazer, pants and a poorly tied tie. His attire was mandatory but his hair was unique, rocking pink-brown hair was not something you see every day unless they were idols. The sun shined passed the windows onto the boy making his rosewood hair turn into a more dark salmon colour. "Jisung!" Your Math teacher chirped to the boy pulling out a chair next to yours indicating you two to sit back down. She took a good two minutes out of your time to finish up on marking and organizing the sheets sprawled across the desk, you and Jisung just sat in silence. In all honestly, Jisung was shitting himself. You and the reputation you had here were most definitely the reason why. Shifting his position every ten seconds, the occasional glances to you, and bouncing his leg. Finally, she turned her attention to the pair in front of her, "So you two are probably really confused."she stated looking at Jisung, then you."Poor Y/n here, my favourite student-"She pauses looking at you with a smile and towards Jisung who looked confused on how,"which is surprising to the staff apparently which I have no idea how...she hasn't been...rebellious in a few weeks since she's trying to pass before the summer break."Clasping her hands together she looks up at you two, "Jisung I need you to tutor Y/n until she gets her final grade in." When I tell you his eyes widened enough for you to see the wrinkles on his forehead form, you did. You smiled accepting the help but it quickly seeing his distressed self, "Are you okay? Do you not want to tutor me?"You asked, and it was your first time ever speaking to the boy he never expected you to sound so soft and gentle; predicting beforehand that you had a rough deeper voice. His facial expression softens slightly at your hopeful gaze piercing through him- hoping he'd tutor you, cause frankly, you needed it more than anyone in your division at this point (Maybe you're being a little selfish but who cares.). Jisung was sitting in his seat, zoned out, probably processing all this. It took him a minute, but he finally looked up from fiddling with his fingers. "Oh Of course I will! I can do Wednesdays after school and Saturday around noon?"It was pretty shocking how confident he sounded ordering you around that second- which made the teacher grin at the shy boy's sudden dominance. Chuckling a little with a small smile plastered on your face you say "Works perfectly, I'll be leaving now. Bye Ms.," You said jolting up grabbing your backpack walking towards the door, but before you leave you gotta leave a nice impression on the boy plus its rude to not say goodbye isn't it. 

"Goodbye Jisung Park."

It was Tuesday and Jisung was sitting in the Music room during lunch eating and catching up on his Health papers when you walked in. This was your usual spot in the late spring when you needed AC and a place to lay down. On a regular day for Jisung, he'd be in the front of the school on the bench working however it was too hot for him today so he opted to break into the already unlocked classroom to eat and study in. Sitting on top of the sink counter you lean to open a window pulling out a cigarette, you came here to smoke and it was a great place since it was deserted. "W-What are you doing?" Jisung asked looking up from his notebook sitting on the carpet. "Do I look like I'm about to jump out the window? no. I'm gonna smoke."You informed sarcastically on the boy. He was slightly taken aback you were so sweet yesterday and today your back with your bad girl reputation still strong. He threw you a quick look before getting up, putting his things in his bag, and throwing out the rest of his lunch. Now, walking towards you he takes the cigarette out your hand before you could even light it and threw it out the open window. "Hey! I wasn't done with that, and I didn't even start with it!" You raised your voice at him which did make him flinch but provoked him to argue back, "Yah! Your smoking is unhealthy and against school rules." He paused but started again, "You want to pass, don't you? I'm helping you pass, aren't I? Get your things together if you want my help Y/n."He spat. Honestly, you didn't think his words would affect you so much but it fueled the fire you started a minute ago. "Shut up Park, stop acting all tough when you know nothing about me, I never needed your help I was just going along with Ms." you argued back before grabbing your backpack and the lighter on the counter before hopping off pushing the tallboy to the side rudely, muttering something about bullshit.

"I was helping her! And she says you know nothing about me Park! like of course I don't butt why does she need to be an asshole when I'm trying to help her out." Jisung complains to Chenle in front of him. "Maybe she's like addicted," Chenle says trying to make the best out of the situation "Look, she'll warm up to you eventually cause you two will be spending lots of time together now." Jisung huffs in disbelief that Chenle is basically on your side here, getting up from the grassy field to join the rest of his gym class in soccer.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees a figure under the bleachers; you. He knows you are upset with him as much as he is with you but he still wants to encourage you to pass Science with his help. "Park! Get your ass over here!" Yedam, his classmate calls him to grab his things on the field before heading into the change rooms.

The school bell rang, you watched students walk out of their classrooms to their lockers, friends, lovers. You were leaning against the wall beside the empty Music room contemplating if you should leave and hang out with some friends by Unjeong Lake Park or stay in with Park Jisung to study for Science. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice, "Hey." Jisung stood in front of you, backpack resting on one shoulder and a Science textbook in his hand. "Hi," It was awkward being around him after you little tilt.

"Let's go," You trailed behind Jisung watching him take you to an unfamiliar part of the school, the West End. "Why are we here?" You question the pink-haired boy, but all you get in return is silence. At last, he brought you two to the old gym, it hasn't been used in almost 6 years but somehow it looks squeaky clean. "This is my hangout spot after school, I kind of made my friends go down to Unjeong for the day so we could study here until I find a proper place." He explains to you placing his books and bag on the stacked mats, offering to take your bag too, you let him. "So what Unit is your class working on now?" He asked you once the two of you sat on one of the many beanbags in the gym (Probably brought in from his pals), "Well my mom made me take Biology I and I know you are in my class I just don't show up..." You lean back on the beanbag playing with the lighter in your hands "What are we learning Park?" He visibly gulps at you doesn't even know why he's nervous himself, maybe because your scary? Probably.

"Well we're on our last unit of the year and the Unit test and Final Exam are what can get you to pass the class with at least a 60," He said moving to grab his textbook flipping to a page with sticky notes plastered all over. "We are in Unit 5, Plants: Anatomy, Growth, and Function. It's an easy Unit so we could go through it in two months then spend the two weeks before the final exam prep." Jisung finished speaking and handed you the textbook that was on the Unit page, it didn't look hard but you knew better to judge a book by its cover. "Alright, where do we start." You smile at the grinning boy who's suddenly amused by your aspiration to pass the course.

It's 2:45 and you are in the middle of the last period, Science. It was your last day of the Science of the year, technically. You still had to prep for your final exam, but this was the final unit test which meant for the next month you'd be stuck in a silent classroom with your peers all silently studying over and writing recap notes for the final exam. You finish writing the date on your page and adding a little smiley face at the end of your name, flipping your paper over you take out your earbuds, and play music to pass time. 

Good, 15 minutes have passed, and you see students getting up to hand in their papers, this where you tag along and hand it in too. Patting the eraser ends on your skirt off you make it back to your desk sitting then turning to look behind you, a few desks down to a now chocolate haired boy. He was finishing up his test when he looked up to see you basically ogling at him. Throwing you an awkward half-assed smile he looks back to the girl behind him, Jieun. 

Jieun and Jisung took a very bad turn once Jisung agreed on tutoring you. She's ghosted the boy and took a liking to her lab partner, Taehyun. It was disappointing to see a girl get jealous over her date tutoring a very incompetent girl like you. If you were in her position, you might've gotten scared but wouldn't drop the kid; it was rude, and honestly, you were glad Jisung accepted that fate and moved on from her. He played with the end of his test sheet before sighing thumping his head against the desk, okay maybe he wasn't that over her yet but he's doing better than you ever would. Over these four months you and Jisung surprisingly got along well, you've opted to occupy a booth int he back of your town's ice cream parlor for studying instead of that abandoned gym in the West End. 

In all honesty, you felt bad about how you treated the tall boy in the first few weeks of tutoring. You showed up late which strung the classes longer making one hour, two. You complained, never listened, argued, actually punched him once. But after warming up to him you've started to take a liking, noticing his features a little more than you did last week, finding his beauty mark under his lip stunning. Nowadays he seems ten times more charming, appealing, engaging, and irresistible to you, memorizing his favourite things how he looks up to Kai, the teacher assistant for the seniors. And that he actually hates Science and prefers Gym and Sociology class. He likes all kinds of ice cream and tries new flavors every visit, he never writes with a red-inked pen since he prefers the black one and always lets you know that too ("Y/n did you know red ink stains are a nasty stain to get out, always use black ink."). You aren't the only one who's learned to love the newly blossomed friendship as he's learned as much as you about him, on how you've always wanted to become a Veterinarian, that your love for animals is just unexplainable and the only things holding you down is this horrible reputation you've built yourself over the two years of attending. But better late than ever to change your ways and Jisung was absolutely mesmerized by your determination to achieve the new milestones you've set for yourself.

"PARK JISUNG!" You shrieked barging into the empty ice cream parlor to see the boy sitting idling on his device, he looks up at you running towards your booth. "Hey, shhh", he quiets your overly excited self-telling you to sit."I got my Unit Test mark," you stop talking to take your backpack off and pull out your Unit Test which was graded and with a big fat A on it. "Holy shit! Y/n this is amazing!!"He exclaimed eyes going wide seeing the mark, his hard work really did pay off. 

"Now we can start prepping for Finals," Jisung told you after handing your papers back, your shoulders sagged and your smile disappeared, you were hoping to possibly celebrate with your tutor and newfound friend. Shaking your head, you look at him again, "No sorry, I wanna celebrate this tonight," you inform Jisung who looks at you with a somewhat annoyed expression. "Sorry Y/n but one A isn't going to help you get to a passing mark, you need more than that and the only thing that'll help you pass Biology is your Final Exam which is what we need to prep for." What the fuck? Jisung Park, the golden student, and who you thought was your friend basically telling you that your grade wasn't worth all that cheering two minutes ago. That was unbelievable what type of asshole does that, oh wait apparently Jisung Park. You knew you weren't gonna pass with one test, of course not. You might've been dumb but not to that extent, you clench your fists wondering how all that admiration you had for someone just got poured down a drain so quickly. You chuckle heartlessly ' that thought lingered before you look at him and speak.

"Yea of course I know that but do you not understand how big of a milestone this was for me? I am one step behind passing my hardest subject of the semester and you telling me that it's not enough and we need to prepare for a final at the end of a month that has just started is fucking rude Park."You hiss at him now baffled on how he couldn't comprehend after four- almost five months of knowing you. Getting up you grab your backpack and phone and turn to exit the ice-cream parlor. 

You were now outside of the small store, and Jisung didn't even come after you. Sighing knowing you should've known associating yourself with someone with a better reputation wouldn't have been smart. Pulling your phone out, you dial in a friend who you knew would be there for you and who had more free time than most students his age. "Jeno," You stammered through the phone "Y/n? Are you okay?" You smile weakly at his concern, not even a minute into a call."Can you pick me up?" you asked quietly to the older boy. Looking through the big glass window to the back of the shop, you see Jisung sitting there watching you intently, and he knows he hurt you. It wasn't his intent to; he just wanted you to reach your goals and he thought celebrating could've been done another time instead not today, I guess he hit a soft spot seeing your facial expression so fragile.

He saw a motorcycle pull up beside you and a muscular guy go and place a helmet on your head after holding you in his embrace for a moment before the two of you hopping back on the ride driving off to god knows where.

You kick around an empty pop can on the sidewalk waiting for your ride. Jeno knew something upsetting you over the phone so he decided not to question it and get you riled up but to drink a couple of beers and play darts at his crib. A Black 2018 Kawasaki Ninja pulls up in front of you, the driver removes his helmet revealed to be your dear friend, Jeno. He felt your gloomy aura already deciding to just embrace you tightly, "Whatever it is, you did amazing." He assured you before breaking the hug to plop the helmet on you and hopping back on with you behind him seated.

"Great job Y/n, I can see you making it through the year, I just finished putting in your final mark 89 is an amazing score and all on your own is shocking." Your Science teacher complimented you after holding you back to show your improvement to you, Jeno encouraged you to still study hard solo after acknowledging that you didn't want to work with Jisung anymore, hard work did pay off now your officially finished with your junior year and with flawless grades. "Have a great summer break," You tell her before walking out for lunch. Last day of school before the summer break, it's been a crazy weird year but you don't seem to be upset. Jisung seemed happy without you anyways, you've been skipping Music to sit out on the bleachers while he had gym class, and made sure to visit the West End more often. You didn't realize it yet but Jisung looking happy stung more than it should've.

Fuck that bullshit Y/n is on, Jisung is miserable without her. He didn't take note of it but he was more than happy to spend his Wednesdays and Saturdays with you. He liked the way your eyes widened or how your jaw almost touched the floor when he teaches you something new, or when your eyed shimmered when your grades went up every quiz. How your nose scrunched up at a difficult question, the way you organized his pencil case when he wasn't looking because 'it had to be cute like him'. He was too much of a coward to keep you by his side, it's safe to say Jisung Park likes you back. Head over heels in love with you probably, but we shouldn't stretch it that far knowing he's working his ass off to get over you, and of his mind but when does he even succeed. It's the last day of school and possibly the last time Jisung gets to see you roam the halls, watch him in Gym class fooling around with his friends, or just see you until the next school year. No, Jisung made it his goal to win you back. He's never seen you that way, never thought he'd need you, all he wants is to see you, hold you.

"No Park. She's not even here kid," Your friend, Yuna told Jisung who was at your doorstep asking for you. "Just, just tell her to text me." He said frustrated now leaving.

"I thought you said he didn't want anything to do with you?" Jeno asked sitting on the couch of Yuna's living room beside you. "He doesn't, I don't know why-" Yuna was quick to argue with you, "He likes you and you left." Jeno nods agreeing, "I see that happening..." He half-joked. "Listen I know he was a jerk in May, but it's June- July tomorrow! He's not being a jerk right now because what freaking jerk comes to your doorstep BEGGING to talk to you?" Yuna ranted. 

You know he's not a jerk and he meant no harm that day but it hurt. Everyone always sugarcoated things with you so when Jisung was pretty blunt with you, it stung. You whine at all this thinking about Jisung and feelings, plus even if he did like you, there was so much to unravel than just some lame highschooler who wanted to get her shit together. So so much more than just that. Drinking the rest of the alcohol in your plastic cup you sit up straight staring at the two in front of you who were dying to hear your say in this, "Okay so what if we have our happy ending, what'll happen then? He'll figure out how toxic I am and go running back to Jiwoo or whatever name is."Stopping and using a couch pillow to cover your face- did you seriously imagine yourself with a happy ending, you've fucked up so much that it seems impossible to turn back. Yuna notices your heartache and decided to tone down on his jokes and talk to you 'for realsies',"Sweetheart if he leaves you because your teeny issues were too overwhelming for him it's not worth it but from his recent actions it looks like he'd want to be there with you through those issues. Honestly, he could live a little too so dealing with you- and giving me and Jeno here a break should be thrilling."Adding a light-hearted joke was what you needed to place a soft smile on your lips.

“Now go get your man” Jeno says slapping your back playfully encouraging you to leave the house and venture off to him- wherever he is.

"Can I help you?" A boy wearing Yonsei University sweatshirt asked you. 'This must be Jisung's older brother he told me about' You thought to yourself, "Oh Yes, is Jisung home?" You ask him looking up trying to look as innocent as you can. "Oh you just missed him, he went to get ice cream with his friends," he said. Shouting a quick thanks you run down to the only ice cream parlor Jisung probably knows in town.

CLOSED is all you see in front of the ice cream parlor. Did Jisung's older brother lie to me? Now that you think of it, he and his brother aren't close enough to share those type of things from what you heard, and what type of boy would avoid the girl he supposedly likes. You sit down on the curb looking off into the little soccer field, watching kids play with their friends thinking, then it hit you. Did Jisung lie to his older brother? C'mon Y/n think of the one place Jisung and his friends could be...The park? Nah, too crowded. The mall? No, too far. Think Think Think, one place. Where in the world could Jisung- WEST END! God, why didn't you think of that in the beginning, of course, he's there. Getting up off the curb you make your way quickly to the back of the school, remembering Jisung telling you a back entrance to the West End.

Reaching the back entrance you see it open indicating someone (Jisung and friends) was inside. Maybe you shouldn't barge in and ruin their fun...opting to send Jisung a text you search your pockets to find, nothing. How could you leave your house without your phone? You're like addicted to it. "Excuse me?" A deep voice booms behind you, turning around you look up at the man. It's Jaehyun, the volleyball team captain. "Y/n." You know him, through Jisung, of course, why else would he be at the West End or know your name. "Hi," your breath rather softly which throws the older boy way off since he knows you for your snarky remarks or overly confident aura...Today you seem the opposite really. "Can you tell Jisung to come out for a second?" you ask avoiding eye contact and resorting to looking at the chalked up pavement. He gives you a thumbs up and heads in.

"Park Jisung-ah!" Jaehyun shouts for Jisung loud enough for it to echo in the empty gym. Looking up and seeing Jaehyun, Jisung excuses himself from his current conversation with Doyoung, Yuta, and Renjun to jog over to his Hyung. "Your chick is here," He says pointing out the door to you, Jisung's eyes lit up already knowing who Jaehyun was talking about peeking his head out the door to see you looking off into the parking lot, watching the sunset. He was pulled right back in by Jaehyun, "You better fix whatever's been going on between you, Y/n looks like an actual school girl being all shy and soft. I'm actually disgusted I need that spunky girl back before I force you two to kiss or some shit," Really Jaehyun? Some advice you got there.

"Alright kid go get your chick" Jaehyun cheered before pushing him and closing the door loud enough to alert and make you turn back.

It felt like a dream, none of this felt real. It hasn't even bee 24 hours since you last saw Jisung, but it's been a month of not interacting to get your heart racing this much. You looked unreal to Jisung, out of a fairytale actually and he looked amazing, like always. This is when he started to panic, you smiled weakly and started walking up to him. He looked down at his shoes not having the balls to look you in the eye, "Jisung look at me you pussy." You said so calmly but so rudely(?). It was funny and made Jisung giggle which made you short circuit.

Jisung looks up from his feet to see you staring into his brown eyes, taking in all his features again looking at him from head to toe; how fluffy his dark coffee bean hair was or his cheeks- god you always took the chance to pinch them when you could. His broad shoulders you always wondered how his hugs would be, probably so comfy and perfect. The beauty mark under his lip, fuck always wanted to kiss it. Your thoughts were disrupted when you felt two large hands enclose you in a tight hug; reacting almost immediately you wrap your small hands around his waist and rest your head on his chest while he brings his large hand to caress the back of your head. "I'm sorry, I know what I said was wrong and I shouldn't have made you seem so slow-witted when you totally aren't. I think over that conversation almost every night. I'm so so sorry Y/n," He finishes tightening the hug for a moment sympathetically.

You loosen the hug and tippy-toe up to the boy placing a small peck on his pink lips which caused his cheeks to go crimson. "You're forgiven, Park," you say giving him a tight smile. You see the tall boy pout a little and turn his reddened face to the side before mumbling "I was supposed to do that," which caused a fit of giggles from you. 

"You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future Jisung."

[soybeantree]

left for dead

pairing: jungkook x reader genre/warning:  soft angst/soft fluff. post-apocalyptic. word count: 1.7k description: he was the one who wasn’t suppose to matter. the one who you weren’t suppose to let get to you. the one that would be wiped away.  a/n: this is part 2 of a series based on the outfits of bts’ ‘boy with luv’ dance practice. 🤷 🤷 🤷

The cute one. That’s how they described your mark. The battalion is full of scarred, hard faced officers who look more ready to kill you than protect you. The idea that one of them could be cute was laughable. Then you saw him.

Jeon Jungkook is more than cute. He has a charm that would send heart’s fluttering with the raise of a brow and the quirk of a lip. He reminds you of the princes from the pre-war fairy tales your father told you. Before you could doubt his place in the battalion though, you saw him in action. He was quick and efficient, a dancer with a blade. With that skill and his charm, he would rise soon. If or rather when he did, they would send him after the free people. He would wipe them out, so you had to take him out. Yet, whenever an opportunity presented itself, you found a reason to postpone. You didn’t have a clean shot. He would hear you coming. The casualties would be too high. The true reason was you had fallen for him. You had fallen for his cute face and charming smile. More than those though, you had fallen for the way he would play soccer with the neighborhood kids after his shift, and the way he would bring rations to the grandma who lived next door to him. He had a kind heart. He wouldn’t come after the free people. He couldn’t kill people whose only crime was wanting to live in peace. Reality beat the naivety out of you. They grounded you when it became apparent that you were incapable of completing your mission. You were home when the warning came. An attack was imminent. Get to safety. Your family comes first. They are on their way when you hear the first screams. Explosions follow. You run back to the village, knives at the ready. Fire illuminates the night, bathing everything in its red glow. The battalion marches through, entering homes and dragging the innocent onto the streets for execution. A knife flies from your hand and into the executioner’s neck. His partner whirls to face you and a knife sprouts from his throat. “Go!” you shout at the innocent as you retrieve your daggers. They flee, and you search for your next target. That’s when you see him. Even with his helmet on, you know it’s him. The way he moves is as familiar as his face. Smoke claws at your eyes and throat. You cough as tears sting your eyes. The red arm band of a captain is bright on his arm as he directs his men to slaughter your people. Your knives burn in your hands as a scream crawls up your throat. You release it as you charge towards him. A sharp sting brings you to your knees and you glance to your thigh where blood pools around a blade. Your eyes shift to your assailant who stalks towards you. A blade flies from your hand as you return the favor.

The muscles in your leg scream as you force yourself up. Jungkook is still standing there. He’s close enough now. You have a clean shot. You can correct your mistake. Shifting the dagger in your right hand, you swing your arm back. A vice squeezes your hand and you howl as your dagger falls from your hand. The vice forces your arm behind your back. You whirl bones cracking as you land a kick to the vice’s side. He doesn’t flinch. Your hand goes numb in his grip as he laughs, tugging you to his chest. Your quick to pull the knife from your thigh and bury it in his throat. Blood sprays out as he releases you and collapses. You stand over him, your right arm hanging limp at your side. Your left hand clutches the blood stained knife. You turn, and he’s standing there. His eyes soften as they examine your arm and thigh. Your eyes harden. You swing your left arm. But, he’s quicker. Pain bursts through your head before darkness settles over you.

Pain wakens you, in your leg, your arm, but mainly in your head. You open your eyes to bright lights and searing pain. A hiss slips out as you squeezes your eyes shut. A shadow settles over your eyes, and you peek one open to find a hand hovering over you. Your other eye opens, and you tilt your head to see the hand’s face. Fury shoots through you, and you lunge forward. Straps lock your hands in place as you thrash on the bed. Jungkook calls for someone. You fall limp as your commander comes into view. Your mouth opens and closes as you glance between him and Jungkook. “What’s going on? Why is this butcher here?” You seethe, jerking against your bindings. “And why the hell am I tied up?” “At ease, y/n. You’re restrained for the safety of others. If you keep it up, you’ll pop your arm back out of socket.” You settle, but your eyes still burn. Your commander continues. “Jungkook is not the enemy.” “Like hell he isn’t!” “I said at ease!” He bellows. “If it wasn’t for his warning, our casualties would be much higher. He’s a hero of the Free People.” “You gave us the warning,” Jungkook nods. “But you’re one of them. You wanted me to kill him.” You address your commander. “And you wanted us to spare him. Your compassion was well founded. Now rest. We need you better. Our fights not over.” He walks off, leaving you and Jungkook alone.

The silence stretches between you until you say, “You hit me.” “You were trying to kill me. I had to stop you before you killed me or someone killed you.” His eyes rest on your injuries, and you wish your hands were free so you could cover them with the blanket you knocked off during your struggling. He pulls the blanket over you and sits down beside your bed.

“Can you undo the restraints?” “No. The doctor was very firm that they stay on until she says.” He cracks a smile. You feel your lips curling up and immediately clear your throat. “I’m sorry for trying to kill you.” “It’s okay. I understand. I’m sorry for hitting you so hard.” He reaches out to check the bandage but stops. His fingers curl inward as he rests his hand on his knee. “Yeah, you didn’t have to hit so hard. I mean you did but…” You trail off, your eyes drifting to the blanket. “Why did you do it?” “Hit you? I-” “No, why did you help us?” You meet his eyes. They’re warm and soft. He offers a simple smile. “For the past few weeks, I thought someone was following me.” Heat rises in your cheeks, but you force your expression to remain neutral. The right corner of his mouth rises, and you wish you could smack him. “They were good though. I couldn’t find any evidence until-” He pauses, his smirk rising. “Until.” You prompt. “Until I couldn’t bring rations to the grandma next door. My sergeant kept me back for additional drills due to insubordination.” You remember that day. Jungkook had refused to punish a child who had stolen from a food vendor. The child was nothing but bones. His clothes were holes connected by strings. “I was worried the grandma hadn’t eaten, so I rushed home. But when I got there, she had a whole meal prepared for her and me. When I asked her how she got the food, she said a kind young person had brought it. “I had my evidence, so I laid a trap. I got myself in trouble again but skipped out on punishment. I waited until you dropped off food then followed you.” Your mom had always said your compassion would be your downfall. She had been right but also so, so wrong. “That doesn’t explain why you helped us.” “I didn’t just follow you home that day.” He mumbles. “No?” You smirk. “No, I wanted to know more about you and about the Free People. I learned too much. Then I got promoted.” He pauses. His head drops, his hair hiding his face. He brushes it back, a deep breath shuddering through him. “When they promoted me, they said my primary task would be to eliminate the Free People. I knew I couldn’t do it, so I confronted my tail. I was surprised when it wasn’t you.” “They removed me when they realized I wouldn’t kill you.” He snorts and you laugh, your whole body shaking with the laughter. Your arms tug at the restraints, your laughter dying as it does. Jungkook clears his throat and continues. “I told the tail about the attack and was ready to desert, but your commander said it would be better if I stayed. I guess they’re wanting a spy.” He offers a half smile. The Battalion is unforgiving. The last spy the Free People sent in had his head displayed on a pike. “Are you going back?” He nods. “If I can help, I will.” He glances around, refusing to meet your eyes. “I should go. Any longer, and my absence will become suspicious. Plus, I have lots of reports to write.” He stands, straightening his fatigues. The clothes hang too loose on him. Even though, you’ve seen him and know what he’s capable of, the task seems too daunting. You tug at the restraints and hiss when they refuse to budge. “I’ll be okay. Just worry about getting better. I’ll try to come around when I can.” “Don’t.” The word is sharp. His face falls. “It’s too dangerous. The Battalion’s tails are good too.” The right corner of his mouth rises again. “Don’t worry. I know how to handle a tail. I’ll ask the doctor about your restraints.” “Don’t.” He cocks a brow. “If they come off, you’re not leaving.” A wide grin splits his face. “Is that a promise?” A shiver runs down your spine while a flush spreads across your face. You clear your throat, but refuse to answer. He meets your eyes for a moment, and with a final nod, he’s gone.

[toranoya]

ENKAZE: Date night!

8 December 2017

Kaze más Endou es igual a amor. Amo todo el lugar y en todo momento. Pase por aquí y visite Toranoya para obtener una excelente comida y tal vez un pin del Quinto Sector.

(Just kidding, couldn’t resist! @ichiroutas-other-eye prob your last ficlet I’ll have time to do before 2018. Lucky for you the rp scene has been pretty stale of late! Enjoy!)

Kazemaru sighed as he stood in the doorway and looked cross as he watched Endou come in. “You're always late Mamu sheesh, and it's date night tonight. Why do I luv you?” The teal haired DF asked as he shook his head and took Endou’s bag from him and hung it up.

Endou frowned as he tried to think of what would work to get out this bind. “I'm not that late and…I can make it up to you with lots and lots of kisses!” Endou said with what he hoped was a sexy and charming smile.

Kaze sighed as he shook his head. "Just shower and change koi, we're going to lose our reservations." Kaze said as he did his tie up again. "You know, sometimes you can say no to extended soccer practice. I'm sure Tenma and Shindou would understand if you just said you had a talented, gorgeous DF waiting at home to go on a date."

"I'll be fast. You worry too much, Kazemaru." Endou said, giving him a kiss to his cheek, careful not to mess up his attire. "But soccer is so fun! You should drop by sometime, but I think if I tell them that I could leave a little earlier. Next time, ok?" He said while putting on a cute face again.

Kaze nodded, but found it hard to resist his bf's charm. "Stop it. I'm mad Mamu. You're not fighting fair. I know you love those kids, but I need some of your time too. And don't give me a soccer lecture, you know I love it as much as you do."

Endou grinned as that seemed to work. "But I'll make you happy, Kazemaru!" He said cheerfully. "And I'll give you all my time tonight. I can promise you that."

Kazemaru nodded. "Fine. Deal. Your suit is on the bed." Kaze said as he moved behind Endou and started helping him undress running his hands along Endou's rear as it got revealed. "You're so sexy you know that?"

Endou nodded to that. "I'll jump in it right away." He said not minding the other feeling him up as he did this. "You're sexy too! And together we're both really sexy! I’m really glad we’re together Kaze, you take such good care of me. And you’re a better cook than Natsumi."

Kaze nodded as he held the other for a bit and pinched his rear. "I'm lucky I got you first and that you came to your senses, now move it Coach Raimon." Kaze smiled as he moved back and kissed Endou's neck for a bit before he went back to the other room to use their computer while he waited.

Endou jumped a bit to being pinched there but smiled afterwards. "I'm glad you did to. Things with Natsumi didn’t work out." He said quietly. Still she had been his wife for a bit, and he still wished her well. But he had been lying to her during the time they were together, often thinking of Kazemaru. There had always been only one for him, he realized that now. But enough daydreaming! "I'll be quick!" He said before rushing off to shower and dress before he could return to his Kazemaru.

Kazemaru smiled as the other returned. "You're smelling and looking much better now, ready to go?" Kaze asked as he made a show of bending over to tie his shoes up, his butt framed nicely by the form-fitting dress pants he had on. He wasn’t the only one who could turn on the charm, be it with his hair or his lithe body.

Endou struck a little pose as he was looking more presentable. "I'm ready if you are. Thanks for getting my clothes ready." He said, watching the other bend over and rubbing his butt a little. "Yours suits you nicely." Kaze smiled. "Nice to know you still love seeing me hunched over, you should have let me stay in track then, you could see it in short shorts and hunched over the starting block." Kaze smirked as he straightened up and grabbed his keys. "Let's go, I'm hungry."

"I love seeing you hunched over no matter what. You’re so beautiful to me." Endou replied before linking arm with Kazemaru’s. "Let's go I hope I was fast enough."

Kaze smiled as he rubbed Endou’s stomach gently. "I'm faster, but we'll make it. And after if you’re a good boy you’ll get me for desert." Kaze said as they headed out for their dinner date...

END.

(Text at the beggining in English, lol: “Kaze plus Endou equals love. Love all over the place and at all times. Please stop by and visit the Toranoya for excellent food and maybe a Fifth Sector pin.”)