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gyubakeries · 3 months ago

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HtBDaSTGYM presents: Method 1 - Love Potions

test subjects: kim mingyu x f!reader

word count: 2.9k

contents: college au , friends to lovers , love potions , lowkey witchcraft , verkwan cameo , cookies as a plot device , crack treated seriously , this is just Silly , the slightest bit of angst , inspired by descendants 1

verification: Trust Me Bro

sources: thank you serena ( @gotta-winwin ) and ally ( @lovetaroandtaemin ) for helping me finish this fic with your motivation + inspiration 🩷

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seungkwan, focused on his assignment due in four hours, startles in his seat when you plop down onto the chair next to him, a guttural groan leaving your lips. he’s pretty sure the librarian shoots a dirty glance in your direction, followed by passive aggressive motions towards the bold ‘keep quiet’ sign in the library.

“what did kim mingyu do this time?” seungkwan sighs, voice dropping to a whisper. you slam your head on the table, immediately cursing and rubbing your forehead at the impact.

“he’s being too nice,” you whine. “it would be so much easier if he was a mean asshole who wasn’t the literal human embodiment of a golden retriever!”

“so this is what first world problems sound like,” seungkwan mutters. he then puts his pen down to turn his body and face your figure, currently slumped over the table in defeat. “look, if his existence bothers you that much, stop being around him!”

“it’s not a bother,” you click your tongue. “it’s annoying because i like him so much and can’t do anything about it.”

“why not?”

“seungkwan, have you looked at me?” you deadpan. “mingyu is way out of my league. there’s no way he’d like someone like me.”

“then make him like you,” seungkwan shrugs.

“and how do you suggest i do that, genius?” you roll your eyes and scoff.

seungkwan simply smiles in response and clasps his hands together. you only have a few moments to feel extremely terrified before seungkwan says, “let dr. boo teach you how to.”

“this feels like a scam.”

“please don’t hurt my ego.”

“.... alright.”

—

for seungkwan’s ‘masterclass’, he drags you out of the library, assignment forgotten, and into his dorm room. his roommate, hansol, doesn’t even spare a glance at seungkwan’s strange antics, as if he’s seen this play out multiple times before.

seungkwan takes you into his room and instructs you to sit down in the middle of his bed.

“okay, enlighten me,” you look up at seungkwan expectantly.

“the most fool-proof method of getting your crush to like you back, pause for dramatic effect,”seungkwan mutters under his breath before continuing, “is by making a love potion.”

there’s silence for a few moments, only to be interrupted by hansol loudly munching on chips while leaning against the doorframe. you raise an eyebrow at him, and all he says is, “watching seungkwan be delusional is my favorite hobby.”

“i’m not being delusional!” seungkwan argues. “my methods are tried and tested.”

“yeah, right,” you snicker. “who exactly has tested your methods?”

“i have!” seungkwan says with pride. “the love potion is real. ask hansol.”

“hey man, don’t turn this on me,” hansol raises his arms in defense. “i haven’t been given any potion.”

“remember that one week when you begged me to bake you cookies every day?” seungkwan hums. “what do you think was in those?”

“no way,” hansol’s eyes are wide with surprise. “i just thought your grandmother passed down some killer cookie recipe.”

“she did,” seungkwan nods, facing you. “that’s where i got my love potion recipe from. does it sound legit enough?”

“not even close,” you shake your head. “but i’m desperate, so teach me.”

“i’ll be glad to,” seungkwan chirps, and you momentarily think to yourself, what have i gotten myself into?

—

“hey, y/n! good morning!” the familiar voice makes you whip your head back, butterflies going crazy in your stomach as mingyu walks up to you. he looks effortlessly handsome in a simple hoodie and jeans as he comes to a stop next to your locker, canines peeking through when he smiles.

“how was your weekend?” he asks, and you pray to every divine presence watching that you aren’t a blushing mess.

“oh, it was fine,” you reply. “just trying out new things.”

“like what?” mingyu asks, and somehow, the ever-present twinkle in his eye seems even brighter. you wrack your brain to come up with any answer that won’t give away exactly what you’ve been doing over the weekend.

“a new recipe,” you finally reply. “you know, the tiktok recipes are becoming too interesting not to try.”

“but i thought you said you were terrible at cooking?” mingyu’s eyebrows furrow, and you mentally kick yourself for your flimsy lie. making seungkwan’s love potion-infused cookies hadn’t been easy, given your lack of basic cooking skills, but you had managed to scrape together a batch of cookies that were edible, not burnt, and baked all the way through.

“i had some help,” you smile. hoping that you sounded convincing enough.

“so, what’d you make?” mingyu asks, and you nearly sigh with relief. you had been thinking of ways to bring up the cookies in conversation, but thankfully, mingyu did all the work himself.

“i made some cookies,” you reply, and mingyu’s eyes light up.

“please tell me they’re choco chip,” he gasps, squealing when you nod in confirmation.

“would you wanna…. try them?” you offer hesitantly, not knowing just how much you could ask of mingyu before he got suspicious. fortunately for you, mingyu was like a giant dog whose tail starts wagging the instant he hears anything about food.

“yes! i’d love to try some,” he nods eagerly, and you couldn’t be any quicker in pulling out the box of cookies from your bag. mingyu watches closely as you open the lid, the smell of warm, fresh cookies filling the air. he doesn’t hesitate to reach into the box and grab a cookie, immediately taking a huge bite out of it.

you watch with bated breath as mingyu chews on the cookie, humming with satisfaction as his eyebrows scrunch together.

“y/n, these are heavenly,” mingyu groans. “do you mind if i take another one?”

you remember seungkwan’s instructions from earlier that week. the more cookies he eats, the stronger the effect of the potion is.

“of course! take as many as you want,” you grin, holding the box out for mingyu. he takes the box from your hands and reaches in for another one. you only watch (with heart-eyes) as mingyu finishes three cookies within five minutes.

“these are seriously so good,” mingyu sighs, closing the lid on the box. “do you think i could take the rest of these home?”

seungkwan’s voice speaks up from a corner of your brain. ‘the potion will work in your favor only if you are the first person mingyu sees after eating the cookies. you can’t let him have it anywhere else, or he’ll be in love with someone else.’

“no!” you reply, wincing at how loud your voice sounded. “i mean, i was saving some for myself too….”

you hate how quickly mingyu’s smile fades, shoulders drooping instantly as he hands the box back to you. “i see,” he says, looking dejected. “you can have these back.”

“i could make you some more!” you offer, trying to bring back the smile you loved seeing. “you can come over this weekend, and i can make you some more cookies, if you’d like.”

“really?” mingyu asks. “i won’t be too much of a bother?”

“you’re never a bother to me,” you say, and you hope that mingyu can tell that you really meant the words.

“awesome! i’ll see you on saturday,” mingyu grins. “i have to get to class now, but text me what time works for you, yeah?”

you frown. seungkwan had mentioned that the potion takes a couple of minutes to work, but mingyu’s behaviour was still normal.

“sure! but, uh, do you have anything you want to tell me?” you question, wringing your hands together with nervousness. mingyu stays silent for a while, his eyes locked onto yours, and for a second, you think that the potion really has worked, but the only answer that leaves his lips is: “great cookies! you’ve underestimated your cooking skills.”

as mingyu walks away to get to his class, it’s your turn to feel dejected as you think, why on earth did the cookies not work?

—

“something probably went wrong in the baking process,” seungkwan assures you over the phone, later that week, two hours before mingyu was scheduled to come over to your apartment.

“you told me your recipe was easy! what could’ve gone wrong?” you throw your hands up, frustrated.

“maybe ask yourself that,” seungkwan rolls his eyes. “my recipe is perfect, maybe consider that you did something wrong?”

you sigh. you did end up doing something wrong with five batches of cookies before the last batch had turned out good, so it wasn’t too unbelievable of a proposition.

“fine, then at least tell me what i should do now,” you plead. “this is probably my last chance to make this work, and i can’t screw it up.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you,” seungkwan comforts you. “get the ingredients ready, i’ll guide you through every step.”

an hour later, the cookies were baking away in the oven as seungkwan busied himself with doing karaoke in his room, and you cleaned up the kitchen. the bottles of ‘magical’ ingredients seungkwan had given you, labelled unicorn vanilla essence, fairy chocolate chips, and pixie cocoa powder, were now empty, so you sweep them into the trash. the names did sound a little sketchy, but you’d rather stay silent than question seungkwan’s credibility.

“are you sure it’s gonna work this time?” you ask seungkwan, and he shoots you a glare before moving to pause his music.

“y/n, there’s absolutely nothing that could go wrong,” seungkwan says. “i guided you through the entire thing. now, just trust the process and let the magic do its thing.”

“okay, got it,” you nod. just then, the oven timer rings, and you hurry to grab your mittens to take the tray out of the oven. you carry the tray over to the cooling rack on your kitchen counter, the smell of cookies wafting through your apartment, when your doorbell rings.

“wait here, kwan, i’ll go check who’s at the door,” you tell your friend before hanging up and heading over to the front door, mittens still on your hands. you open the door, and then your jaw drops.

“mingyu?”

“hi!” mingyu chirps. he looks good; good enough to make your brain short-circuit when he smiles at you. you’re so caught up in your thoughts that it takes you a while to realize that he’s also holding out a bouquet of flowers for you.

“you didn’t have to—”

“i wanted to,” mingyu cuts you off. “you’re making me cookies, and i felt bad for showing up empty-handed, so i got you these flowers. you said you liked tulips, right?”

you blush instantly, smiling bashfully as you take the bouquet of tulips from mingyu. “i love them, thank you. please, come in.”

mingyu trails behind you as you lead him into the apartment. you mentally kick yourself when you see a blanket strewn haphazardly over the couch, immediately going over to fold it to make your living room look more presentable. “excuse the mess, i wasn’t expecting you for…. another hour.”

it’s mingyu’s turn to look flustered as he scratches the back of his neck. “i’m sorry for showing up this early— i was excited to meet you.” when he sees your eyes go wide at his words, he quickly adds on, “and the cookies. i was really excited to meet the cookies and eat you! oh. i mean—“

“it’s alright!” you cut him off, saving him the awkwardness. “why don’t you take a seat? i’ll bring the cookies out.”

mingyu merely nods, his cheeks just as red as you imagine yours to be.

he’s probably just embarrassed, because there’s no way he likes me. the love potion didn’t even work on him! you grapple with your reasoning for some more time before settling on a version that made sense. a version that, unfortunately, didn’t involve mingyu feeling the same way you did.

ignoring the urge to cry, you head into the kitchen to pile the fresh cookies onto a plate. while you’re focused on arranging them in a pretty way, you fail to realize when mingyu enters the kitchen.

“they smell so good,” mingyu says, right next to your ear, and you can’t help but startle. mingyu smiles sheepishly, moving away from you to keep a comfortable distance between both of you.

“sorry, i keep surprising you,” mingyu apologises. “i only came into the kitchen to see if you needed any help.”

“don’t worry, you’re good,” you assure him quickly. you don’t even care about the sudden jumpscares mingyu has been giving you, not when the excitement and nervousness rising from your love potion-cookies overwhelms every other feeling.

not being able to hold back any longer, you grab the plate of cookies from the counter and slide them over to mingyu. “you can make it up to me by having these cookies.”

mingyu’s smile becomes even brighter, something you never thought was possible, as he reaches for a cookie. he doesn’t even hesitate to bite into it, and for a moment, you feel guilty for feeding him a potion without his knowledge.

“they’re even better today!” mingyu’s gasp of contentment interrupts your thoughts. “they’re fresh, warm, and the perfect amount of chewy,” he continues, raving on and on about how the ‘sea salt enhances the chocolate perfectly’ like some cookie connoisseur.

on a normal day, your chest would be swelling with pride at how mingyu, a die-hard foodie, complimented your food, but you had the love potion to worry about.

impatient and curious, you make your first mistake by blurting out: “is it working?”

at the confused expression mingyu shoots you, you can only bite your tongue at the wrong choice of words.

and then, your second mistake:

“i meant, i—uh, used some new ingredients for these cookies,” you quickly add to cover up your lie. “i just wanted to check if they were able to—”

“—make the love potion you put in these cookies?” mingyu raises an eyebrow, and your jaw drops. your heart is soon to follow when you see mingyu’s smile morph into something upset and betrayed.

“how did—how did you know?” you ask, wringing your hands together.

“y/n, there’s literally an instruction booklet in front of you that says, ‘love potion-cookies,’” mingyu sighs. “it’s pretty obvious.”

horrified, you stare at the recipe laid out in front of you. there was no way you could save yourself now. so, you decide to own up to your actions.

“mingyu, look—”

“i knew your plan,” mingyu stops you. “i knew it the day you first gave me the cookies.”

“h-how?”

“people have used it on me many times,” mingyu admits, sounding annoyed. “what sucked was that i used to fall ‘in love’ with them momentarily. even though it’d wear off in a few hours, it wasn’t the best feeling.”

“but how could you tell that—that my cookies had the potion?” you ask him, wondering why on earth mingyu would agree to eat cookies laced with potential magic ingredients.

“i’ll be honest, seungkwan’s recipe is a bit different, so i couldn’t tell at first. i only recognized the flavor of unicorn vanilla essence after the second cookie, and i knew.” mingyu reveals.

“but why didn’t it work on you?” you’re more frustrated than confused. if you did everything right both times, why hadn’t it worked on mingyu? “is it really so impossible for us to be together that not even borderline witchcraft can help me?”

“y/n—”

“this was my last resort, because i was so tired of pining after you for months and still being seen as a friend by you—”

“listen to me—”

“maybe i was never destined to even find love, because whose luck is this bad—” this time your rant is cut off by mingyu’s hands cupping your face and his lips meeting yours.

for approximately three seconds, your body freezes. you wish you could move, kiss him back, do something, but you can’t be blamed for taking a few extra seconds to process that you’re being kissed by someone you’ve liked for almost two years.

when your brain finally starts working again, you lean in closer to mingyu, placing your hands on his shoulders for some leverage as you balance on your toes to kiss him back properly.

mingyu is the first to pull away, and he even leaves a soft peck on the tip of your nose. his hands move from your face to your waist, and you allow yourself to be hugged close to him.

“the potion doesn’t work on me because i already like you back,” mingyu explains, and a heavy weight lifts off your chest. “i was too scared to confess to you, so i was kinda glad that you tried to make some move.”

“wait, so— how long have you felt this way?” you question, feeling like an idiot who can’t stop smiling.

“ever since we got paired up in the cooking contest at the college fair,” mingyu chuckles, and your eyes widen at that memory.

“oh god. that’s so embarrassing,” you complain, leaning forward to rest your head on mingyu’s chest and hide your face from him.

“hey, seeing you cry before you got to cutting the onions was hilarious!” mingyu adds on in a teasing tone, and you playfully punch his arm.

“it stung my eyes real bad! you had to be there to know,” you defend yourself, to which mingyu replies, “i was there. it really wasn’t that bad.”

“are you trying to get me to lose feelings for you right after i confessed?” you pout, and mingyu simply laughs before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“okay, let’s never bring that day up again,” he says, and you nod in agreement.

“do you think you could make me some more cookies, though? like, at least once a week.”

“are you insane? i’m never going near an oven ever again. you are the chef in this relationship.”

“it was worth a try, i guess.”

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residentwordsofaffirmationdealer · 3 months ago

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tracking barbara gordon's skillset as oracle:

she provides directory assistance for several international and intergalactic teams of superheroes (the birds of prey, justice league of america, the outsiders, and she has worked with the titans before).

she is the primary hacker and information network source for many of these heroes.

she helps provide mercy ops (disaster relief and humanitarian efforts) globally.

she is able to hack into the white house cameras.

she hacks into the united states air force routinely to use their memory capabilities.

she is seen as a pentagon level threat.

she writes her own code for scanning new satellite images for human habitations and anomalies.

she's accessed air force rockets no one is supposed to know about and overridden them to fire them.

she has a team of drones ready for surveillance.

she's put her own security systems on arkham asylum.

she hacks into information databases from federal complexes and assembles blueprints and guard schedules so she can send her agents to break into them.

she sets a government complex on fire (she says it is a small and contained fire.)

she also sets the clock tower on fire to force batman to not do murder/suicide.

she hacks into cia debriefing transcripts to obtain information.

she controls a large portion of the world's internet and power grids.

she also is the reason why many world leaders are in power.

she has access to the bank accounts of several supervillains, whom she toys with (specifically for blockbuster, she regularly steals millions of dollars from his accounts in a way that he cannot track who is stealing it and where it is going -- she's stolen 3 million, 17 million, 6 million, twenty million and also a hundred million from him).

she can also hack alien drones.

she can control traffic.

she has several booby-traps in the clock tower for potential assaulters. she also a device to monitor movement of people around it, in case batman decides to show up.

cited panels down below!

"she's the four-one-one for the jla, she the database for the g.c. ex-p.d. she runs mercy ops around the world." nightwing (1996) #38

"you have cameras in the white house?" "don't be silly. the white house has cameras in the white house. i've just tapped into them." nightwing (1996) #66

"i mean, someone hacks into our system and routinely uses our [united states air force] memory capabilities!" "i know!" "often." birds of prey #1 (1999)

"i run a database and search engine for a select few free-land crimefighters." birds of prey: manhunt (1996)

"we scan the most recent images for anomalies. things that don't belong." "where'd you get a program for that?" "i wrote my own code for that one." birds of prey (1999) #3

"they've accessed whitehorse, sir." "whitehorse? no one's supposed to know about that!" birds of prey (1999) #9

"and oracle? we're going to need eyes on several places at once." "i think we can manage that." detective comics (1937) #1077

"they've accessed whitehorse. what's the chance of them arming it?" "all clear?" "oh yeah." "fire!" birds of prey (1999) #9

"[arkham's] security is good, but piecemeal. i installed my own system there after the last breakout." infinite crisis special: villains united (2006)

"batgirl -- that incident a couple months back? when those government agents caught your face on tape? i found out where they're keeping it. it's a federal complex in virginia. i've sent you blueprints, guard schedules -- everything you'll need to break in." batgirl (2000) #17

"where did you get that kind of information?" "they traded another prisoner last month. i hacked into his cia debriefing transcript." birds of prey (1999) #9

"kat, do you have any idea... any notion at all, of how much of the planet's entire internet i control? how many power grids? how many world leaders owe me their positions?" birds of prey #1 (1999)

"i transferred all the funds in her cayman islands account to another offshore account. if she doesn't get the paintings to me in the next forty-eight hours, that money's going to my favorite charities." birds of prey: catwoman/oracle (2003)

"where do you get current [satellite] shots of rheelasia?" "that's my secret, you little netnik." birds of prey (1999) #3

"but the asborbascons were created using languages long dead even on my planet. they are uncrackable." "yes. the absorbascons are uncrackable. but the alien drones aren't." convergence: nightwing/oracle (2015)

"do you have that kind of cash?" "no. but i know someone who does." "there's been a... discrepancy, mr. desmond." "in plain english, mr. vogel." "at one point, three million was electronically transferred from your numbered accounts in the caicos to a bank account in hasaragua. from there to karocco, then yemen, then split between banks in senegal and manila. and then... my hardware couldn't keep up." birds of prey (1999) #3

"seventeen million from your account in the caymans. six from santa prisca. twenty from rheelasia. and a hundred million plus from other holdings of yours around the world, mr. desmond. and where it all goes? nobody knows." birds of prey (1999) #18

"they're taking your cash from impregnable accounts and transferring it electronically to their own." "and you can't find the source?" "there's subsequent transfers performed at lightning speed. the money's split up, rerouted in and out of various banks in an eyeblink. even i can't keep up with whoever this is." birds of prey (1999) #18

"let me handle the traffic." birds of prey (1999) #58

"all of you. keep your hands where i can see 'em." "not a problem. malory. ripken. peppermint." nightwing (1996) #39

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wonderjanga · 6 months ago

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idea: billy keeping Important League Stuff in miss bambis apartment for safekeeping cuz the rock of eternity has WAY too much evil stuff, and now all the magic users think that miss bambis magic-catwoman

Miss Bambi: “Billy, whats that?”

Billy: “Space cancer in a bottle!”

Miss Bambi: “Oh… I see.” *takes a drag of her cigarette* “Well, put it with the others.”

Billy: “Thanks, Miss Bambi!” *runs in and puts it with the other bottles full of space cancer*

William Joseph Batson is the World’s Mightiest Mortal. He’s also a 12-year-old boy who doesn’t have many adults in his life that he trusts. That’s why he leaves highly dangerous mission stuff with Miss Bambi. Because he trusts her. Also because he doesn’t think he should have a bunch of dangerous stuff in the Rock. Some of it should be in other places.

Anyways, other magicians who visit Fawcett all get concerned whenever they pass by a shitty apartment complex that has a bunch of evil and negative magic radiating from it. Specifically a single apartment.

This is the apartment complex I told you about.

Marvel: *staring at the building, thinking they know* “I see… and why are we here?”

Random Magician: “Wha- because there’s a bunch of evil magic practically oozing from it!”

Marvel: “And?”

Random Magician: “And what! That person could be extremely dangerous!”

Marvel: “I assure you, they’re not.”

Random Magician: “Yes they are! Magic can only become this bad through numerous evil rituals and sacrifices and spells!”

Marvel: “Look, just trust me, okay? It’s nothing.”

That magician did in fact, not trust him, and instead went to go check out the location of the source of the evil magic.

Random Magician: “Who’re you??”

Miss Bambi: “You can call me Bambi.” *looks them up and down judgmentally* “Are you one of Billy’s friends?”

Random Magician: *doesn’t know Billy is Cap* “No?”

Miss Bambi: “Oh.” *slams the door in their face*

The magic user eventually tried to suddenly ask about her and this Billy character.

Marvel: “That’s uh… My name?”

The magic user proceeded to go and tell everyone they knew because what the heck? This random, potentially very evil lady knows the champions real name? Also, the Champion’s name is Billy??

That’s how the “Oh, she must be magical Catwoman” thing cropped up.

From then on, they all had utmost respect for her cause the Champion is insanely powerful, so by stealing from the Rock of Eternity of all places that means she has to be pretty powerful herself. There’s also the fact that they can sense almost no magic from her so clearly she must be at least skilled to hide it that well.

Every single wizard that is evil is trying to curry to her favor.

Evil Magician: *looking extremely suspicious* “Mistress Bambi-”

Miss Bambi: “I told you weirdos not to call me that.”

Evil Magician: “-I have come to tell you about a special artifact that I think will interest you. It’s the eye of the Bermuda Triangle.”

Miss Bambi: *smoking, looking at them like they’re an idiot* “Yeah… Thanks…”

Evil Magician: “Your welcome, mistress-”

Miss Bambi: “Again, told you not to call me that.”

Later…

Miss Bambi: *chilling outside the apartment complex*

Billy: *jogging over so he can go inside

Miss Bambi: “Hey, Billy!”

Billy: “Yes, Miss Bambi?”

Miss Bambi: “Another one of those creeps came around and told me about some Eye of the Bermuda Triangle?”

“Another evil artifact? Dang. Well, I’ll hop to it! Thanks, Miss Bambi!”

See, the unfortunate thing is that an evil magician would tell Bambi about an evil artifact, and then Billy would go search for it and then give it to her for safekeeping. So they’d think she stole it, which would continue to feed the magical Catwoman rumors.

By the way, all the artifacts besides the ones that sound explicitly dangerous like the space cancer and a bottle, or just scattered about her apartment. Like, she has multiple evil pendants hanging from her ceiling fan because they look pretty and add to the ambience. She has an evil magic tome under one of the legs of her coffee table, so it keeps balance. She does not care.

Also, John Constantine eventually met her, and they vibe.

#billy batson #shazam #dc captain marvel #captain marvel dc #fawcett city #fawcett #fawcett comics #miss bambi

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zeroxxlhero · 7 months ago

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Hello, can u do Vi x Reader. Where they have a baby together. In the morning, Vi and Reader were sleeping till they heard giggling and saw their baby on top of Vi. Vi smiled and she stood up giving her kisses. After that, Reader said good morning and the baby was laughing and she was hogging their blanket covering her body and she did it cutely. Vi couldn’t take anymore and she picked up the baby and started playing with her.

Family • Vi

Warnings: Family-friendly fluff, a baby

Pairings: Vi x You

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, warming the bedroom with its golden light. You and Vi lay tangled together in the blankets, her strong arms loosely wrapped around your waist, her face nuzzled against your neck. The room was peaceful, filled only with the faint rustle of sheets and your steady breathing—until a quiet, melodic giggle broke the silence.

You stirred slightly, opening one eye and glancing toward the source of the sound. Vi, still half-asleep, shifted beneath the covers, grumbling something incoherent. The giggles came again, louder this time, followed by a light pressure on Vi’s chest.

“Mmh, what the…” Vi mumbled, cracking an eye open to see your baby perched on top of her, her tiny hands pressing into Vi’s shoulders as she balanced herself. Your daughter’s bright eyes sparkled with mischief, her unruly tufts of hair catching the morning light.

Vi blinked a few times, her lips tugging into a sleepy but adoring smile. “Well, good morning to you too, little troublemaker,” she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.

The baby giggled again, her laughter filling the room as she patted Vi’s face with her chubby hands. Vi let out a low chuckle, reaching up to hold her steady. “You couldn’t let us sleep just a little longer, huh?” she teased, sitting up slowly so your daughter wouldn’t tumble off.

You rolled onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow to watch the two of them. A soft smile spread across your face as Vi began to pepper kisses all over your baby’s round cheeks, eliciting delighted squeals and wiggling from the little one.

“Morning, love,” you said, your voice still thick with sleep.

Vi glanced at you with a lopsided grin, cradling the baby close. “Morning,” she replied, leaning down to nuzzle your baby’s nose.

As you stretched and sat up, your baby caught sight of you and squealed with excitement, holding up the edge of the blanket. She began pulling it over herself, determined to cover her small body. Her giggles turned into playful babbling as she tucked the blanket under her chin, her tiny fingers clutching it possessively.

“Look at her,” Vi said, her voice filled with amusement as she nodded toward the baby. “Already claiming everything as hers. Definitely takes after you.”

You feigned a gasp, placing a hand on your chest. “Me? I don’t hog the blanket!”

Vi smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Sure you don’t, babe.”

Your baby let out another loud giggle, wiggling even deeper into the blanket as if she were in on the joke. She peeked out from under the fabric, her wide eyes sparkling with mischief. Her cuteness was overwhelming, and you could see the way Vi’s resolve melted as she gazed at her.

“Alright, that’s it,” Vi said with a laugh, scooping the baby up in one swift motion. “You’re too adorable for your own good.”

She stood, lifting the baby high above her head and spinning in slow circles. Your daughter squealed with delight, kicking her little legs and reaching for Vi’s face. Vi made silly airplane noises as she swooped the baby gently through the air, her laughter blending with your baby’s joyous giggles.

“Look at you, soaring like a champ,” Vi cooed, holding her close again and peppering her forehead with kisses. “You’re my little fighter. Just like your mom.”

You leaned back against the pillows, watching them with a warm, glowing heart. The sight of Vi with your daughter—so soft, so full of love—made your chest ache with happiness.

Eventually, Vi plopped back onto the bed, your baby still nestled in her arms. The little one babbled away, her tiny fingers grabbing onto Vi’s nose, then your hand when you reached out to join them.

“You’re our best adventure, kiddo,” Vi murmured, her voice low and affectionate as she kissed your baby’s forehead.

The three of you stayed like that for a while, tangled in blankets and love, until the baby’s tiny yawn signaled her next nap was on the horizon. Moments like these were simple, but they were everything.

#arcane #arcane league of legends x reader #reader insert #vi arcane #vi arcane x reader #vi x reader #vi x you

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apiptosis · 7 months ago

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I still have no clue how Tumblr works but here's part 3

The third member to meet Danny is none other than our resident Demon brat.

It was rare that Damian could truly relax. In the league he had to constantly be the perfect heir, the perfect assassin. When his mother got him out it was just as hard when he had to compete with four adopted brothers, Gordon, Brown and the infamous Cassandra Cain.

It was difficult to find someone who could understand him and what he had been through and still put up with his bulshit. Damian was man enough to admit that his own attitude did not help him so when he found someone who would, whom he could let down his walls with, he grasped on with both hands.

"You seem to be thinking quite hard there Damian." A soft voice drew him from his thoughts. Damian looked her deep in her eyes freely let her peer at his thoughts. He knew she would not pry unless needed but he freely gave this.

"Just reminded myself how fortunate I was to have you." Damian admitted while they sat at their impromptu picnic.

It was rather rare for them to have dates in Gotham but today was a rare time where it was possible. The smog that always filled Gotham was almost completely absent today here in the forest at the edge of the Wayne property and perhaps most importantly, his father was off world with Cain and Grayson.

While most of the public believes Batman has a 'no metas allowed' rule, it was most certainly not true. What is true however is that his father is an overprotective idiot at times and would hover/spy onto their date.

"Dam-"

Whatever Raven was about to say was interrupted by a small sonic boom from just outside of the property that had both of them on their feet, their little picnic forgotten.

All too soon they found the source. A behemoth of a man was playing with a giant dog?

"Drop the stick boy!" The green beast dropped a log for want of a better word. "Good boy, wanna go again?" The beast gave a bark like artillery fire, tail waving like rotor blades. The man pick up the log and launched as though it was a javelin with a "Fetch Cujo!"

With one last artillery bark the beast bound after with great speed.

The man let out a deep sigh as he fell back into the shade of the nearby tree. "Man I wish I had more off days like this. Mhmmm, people? Hello there. Didn't think there would be people this far out. I'm Danny."

The man, Danny, waved as he lazily greeted them from where he lay on his bag in the shade. Danny lay so openly and without care that they could easily observe him.

Danny was very obviously a meta, his lazy smile with far too many sharp teeth, elfin ears and skin that was almost paler than Raven's. Most glaring was his height at seven and a half feet and shoulders nearly half as broad. (see Drake I can learn your freedom units)

"Damian" "Rachel" they introduced themselves.

"You two out on a date? It's one of my rare days off so I was planning one myself but unfortunately my girlfriend's dad needed help so she's out of town with him and her brother." Danny offered up freely. There was no hostile intent as far as Damian could tell. 'His intentions are true and there is no amniosity. His mind is well protected though.' Raven shared with telepathy.

"I take it your job is rather taxing?" Damian prodded.

Danny snorted "Nah man, I'm a university student, Aerospace engineering. The degree is kicking my ass but that's due to the amount of stuff I have to do. It's like they are afraid that I will have free time because I swear some of my projects and tests aren't for engineering.

Last week I had to write a chem exam and yesterday I had to submit a project that I'm pretty sure was a business model in disguise. If my luck holds out I might get a psych test next week. Ugh I'm already half dead, now their trying to get me to fully dead."

That was... concerning. It sounds like danny was possible rogue material and the university was trying their best to keep him from actually going rogue.

"So your taking a break and playing with you dog?" Raven asked.

"Yeah, Cujo is a sweetheart but it's hard to play with him here since people keep attacking him when he's in his large form." Danny explained as the dog bounded back without his stick. Worryingly there was a bit of blood on him. The dog had obviously been in a fight.

"Again buddy? Why can't they just leave you alone. Let's see what it's this time." Cujo dropped a finger on the ground with a very familiar green ring.

"He's a rescue I suppose but he was originally a guard dog and he was trained to disarm people when they attack him so I keep having to stash away guns and the like. With how crazy some people are I really should be prepared for things like this."

The ring seemed to sluggishly work it's way off of the finger before shooting straight for Danny.

"Daniel Fenton of -"Danny swiped the ring out of the air and held it in a tight grip. "Nah ah, I already have one green magic ring and I don't want a talking one on top of that!"

Danny rummaged through his bag before pulling out his thermos that smelled like coffee and chugged it like he was drakes long lost twin and managing to seal it into the thermos.

"There, I'll figure out what to do with that later."Sigh."well I guess we can talk at a later time but after that I'm heading home. Cujo shrink!"

The massive beast of a dog deflated like a balloon till it was the size of a small dog, happily trudging sfter it's owner as they hiked in the direction of Gotham.

With a glance to Raven, he confirmed that she was just as bewildered by the interaction as he was. Eventually they returned to their date, no use in letting odd encounters ruin their day, but Damian kept the name in the back of his head for now.

Later that night Damian found himself in the watchtower, going for the terminal so he could research this Daniel Fenton. He would have done this at home but Drake hogged the bat computer, nou doubt pinning after his coffee crush.

Along the way he found a small congregation of heroes trying to drown out Guy Gardner but also had to listen to his report as his hand was quite bandaged and missing a finger...

"On my patrol I nearly got Final destinationed by a flying log and then I got attacked by a green beast that wouldn't go down no matter what I thew at it. To make matters worse it was able to bite off my ring!" Guy complained incessantly.

Suddenly it made perfect sense why Danny was so upset but accepting of people attacking Cujo. How many times has this happened to him? How many times had the guy patched up his dogs wounds because people attacked him. How many of those time was it a hero who attacked Cujo? Damian could feel for both Danny and his dog.

"Sounds like you attacked a dog playing fetch and got upset when you couldn't hurt a dog for playing. Neutralizing an attacker's weapon is the bare basics of any guard dog's training." Damian found himself snapping at the man. Superman nodding along with him.

"Robin is right, while I am very concerned about you losing your ring, I am also concerned that you would attack a dog for playing fetch. I do the same with Crypto." Superman chastised Guy sternly.

#dc universe #dcu #dcxdp #dpxdc prompt #batman #cass x danny #danny phantom #tim drake #Mentioned #damian wayne #dc robin #robin #raven #cujo #dead silent

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biteyoubiteme · 11 days ago

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welcome home, heartbreaker

﹒✶﹒ synopsis: returning after four months from exile is none other than choi yeonjun, the same man with whom you had spent a single night after your boyfriend broke your heart. the same ex-boyfriend who you still can't quite let go of, maybe yeonjuns return will fix that. ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ warnings: 🔞!!! yeonjun x fem!reader, hueningkai x fem!reader, unlikable characters, mentions of cheating! but not really but it feels like it, homie hopper reader, gossip girl inspired, smut, oral (f!rec), no pullout mention, prob forgot some sorry

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𝜗𝜚 ⸝⸝⸝ now playing: say it right- nelly furtado an: sorry hk i love you i swear im a ningdungie i dont know why i did this to you i love you forgive me. i love gossip girl, its so messy and this series will be very very very messy- but i hope you enjoy this first part ><

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Hello Upper Eastsiders, Gossip Girl here, and I have the biggest news ever. One of my sources just spotted none other than Choi Yeonjun at Grand Central.

Yes, the same Choi Yeonjun who split and supposedly transferred to a state school in California. Back so soon? Or did he ever really leave? Seeing as his bags are neatly waiting right at the edge of a platform leaving Hudson.

Funny… isn't our lonely HK from Hudson? I'm sure he didn't rub off too hard on YJ, or maybe he did… or maybe it was just the girlfriend they shared last fall…oh, or did you all not know that? Because I heard our lonely HK just so happened to have a long-term girlfriend, or I guess ex-girlfriend, the kind of girl you would never see leaving the Choi boys' brownstone, and yet…

But I won't get into that, at least not now, especially when BG has just been seen leaving not one but four parties in the same night. Someone's a busy B, or at least I know he works with one. A little birdy told me that BGs got some competition, a transfer student all the way from Boston. They always said Harvard boys were better, right? Maybe TH will even give you a better deal, but who am I to say? All I do know is that he's certainly good at saving money, hopping from one scholarship to the next, and whose daddy's name signed the transfer? I wonder if it happened to be SBs, seeing as he's the only one I know with a father living all the way out near the Ivy League.

Anyways, until next time, you know you love me,

Xoxo, Gossip Girl

There was something a bit poetic about coming home to an empty house. Or at least that's what Yeonjun told himself when he finally took the elevator up to the penthouse and found it deserted. He had done a lot of self talk to get himself to even get out of the car, and it was all for nothing.

He had made sure his father knew he was on his way back; even his sweet new wife had known, her text invite to dinner like a dagger he couldn't tell was tipped in poison until it was too late. She was good at delivering blows, so unexpected from someone so caring, but Yeonjun had learned a long time ago that sometimes the most rotten fruit still smells sweet.

Somewhere deep down, he knows it hurts him to see the way his childhood home, even one as cold and sterile as this penthouse, was, empty and scrubbed of his childhood antics, burned. Because there was a fist around his stomach, tightening as he looked at all the new art hanging, his mother's Monet taken down and replaced with his father's new wife's new wave art craze painting. Something cheaply made, passed off as expensive, in hopes that the price tag will pull people in.

But even being at his mother's new place all the way out in Hudson hadn’t helped heal whatever he was missing in terms of nostalgia. If anything, it had made that fist close its fingers on him in the first place. Seeing the way she had built her life without him, so content with dropping him off at his father's feet to start her new life, so fast that she had even gotten to pick out cream colored curtains that wouldn't be torn down by his overenthused playtime destruction.

She had been the first one to point fingers at him, I can't watch him alone, I need a nanny, he’s too much! As if she had done enough of the watching in the first place. He wonders just how long her palace in Hudson had been standing, if it had been slowly built as an escape, well before she had done her running; she never did spend much time in the penthouse here.

He hadn't wanted to run like she had, and in the years that she had been gone, he had done nothing but want her back. He thought over long nights that he would have been better with her instead of stuck in this hell of a house on the Upper East Side. But there was something in him that knew he wouldn't force her to take him when she had made it clear she didn't feel like she was enough for him, so he had made the sacrifice to stay. But even in all his dreams of somehow living with his mother, being told he had nowhere else to go but to her felt like a part of him had been ripped clean through with that final stab.

Because in his dreams, she had wanted him desperately, but in reality, pulling up in that blacked out car felt like it was the very last thing she had ever planned for. But he had done wrong; he knew the price he would have to pay for making such a scene in front of so many people. But it was fun to watch Kai break.

If anything, that had been worth it. Even just standing in the foyer, looking at the spot where they had separated the two of them, he could see it. He had never seen Kai angry, not like that, not in the same way that Yeonjun felt every day, just watching Kai. He's sure that's the only time he's ever heard Kai swear, the scrape of his chair like a siren call to all their visitors, drawing in every eye just like yeonjun had wanted.

And the look on his father's face, the disgrace not just directed at Yeonjun but both of them alike, the playing field even for only as long as it took the punishments to be dealt. Kai had been playing sweet for years, Yeonjun had been on his last leg, and enough was enough. He had taken the train ride to Hudson, worked it into his mind that it wouldn't bother him, at least not until he pulled up and found his mother's house just as empty as this one.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake by staying longer than he felt was necessary. Walking around like a ghost in a home he didn’t feel welcome in anymore was enough to drive him to drink. Or at least drinking earlier than he had planned that night. So he grabbed his bag and called his car back around to take him to the only spot he felt closest to comfort.

“You cannot convince me to spend any more time looking at that god awful book.” You had been at the brownstone well over the amount of time you allotted for studying. Most days, soobin was easy to convince to cut the session short, to switch over to a game and play like neither of you had papers due, but not today. Today, he had it in his mind that he needed everything he had ever been assigned to do, done before the weekend.

“I can hardly keep my eyes open,” Beomgyu had groaned, head rolled back on the couch like he had been doing nothing at all besides scrolling on his phone for the last two hours. He had started the study session with the two of you and had given up after one hour. “And I'm starving.”

“Your turn to cover dinner,” Soobin had muttered, kicking out at Bemogyu's leg with his own while he stretched, “im done for the night, I don't even wanna get up,” he had slouched enough to slip out over his work on the coffee table, hair spilling like ink over his notes, glasses pushed off as soon as you had closed your book and called enough.

“And i need to head out, if im stuck here too long i start to wrinkle like a raisin from the boy air,” you waved your hand around at the space, less taken care of than the last time you had come over to study, “next friday we work at my place, i actually have a maid who cleans up before guests come over,”

“Yeah, yeah, it could be worse. I picked up all the laundry.” Soobin gestures around the place, the living room covered in their books and work, sure to be left there until next Friday or when it was needed for a class. Behind the couch, a pool table sat with more collected randomness, a forgotten glass or two, Beomgyu’s sweater half hanging on the edge, ready to fall to the floor, mail they had collected but not opened, and shoes kicked around like they had been playing games with them.

“Either way, it's still a mess in here; the two of you combined could afford a cleaning crew once a week.” You shoved your things into your bag, standing and stretching out the kinks in your legs from sitting for so long.

“Doubtful,” Beomgyu shrugged, finally stretching out fully the way he wanted, not that you had stood up. “I like to spend my inheritance on practical things like takeout.”

You rolled your eyes, although it was mostly for show; you could appreciate someone who could utter the word inheritance without feeling like they had to feel ashamed or secretive about it. It was the most common income the Upper East Side shared. The three of you could live off only one of your trust funds until you died; there was no reason to beat around that bush. There was nothing more that you hated than a rich man playing poor; lazy was another thing.

“Okay, I'll see you guys tomorrow. I need a long bath,” although you knew who was waiting for you back at your apartment. Your doorman had sent you the text about a visitor only a few minutes ago, but you hadn't wanted to seem like you would be running back to him just because he had come over like he said he would. That didn't keep the idea of leaving right away from your mind, though.

“Oh, so you're not leaving because Kai's at your place, but because you want to bathe?” Soobin arched a brow at you like he knew he would catch you.

Your flush was instantaneous. “No,” the only word you could get out from between your lying lips.

“Yeah, right,” Beomgyu chuckled, “you stay for dinner most days, unless…” he drew the word out like he was singing a note, “the boyfriend happens to pop up in your bed.”

“He is not my boyfriend.” You don't even try to deny the truth of his words, but you will deny that. Kai had broken up with you; he had made it clear enough that you had sobbed those words over and over again right there on that very couch Beomgyu lay sprawled now. Throwing your bag over your shoulder and pulling the door open, you smiled, “Dinners on me next week, promise.”

Beomgyu had been looking back at you, his relaxed state a comfort you wished you felt, until he shot up, his teasing turned to confusion, “Yeonjun?”

The name was like a glass of wine pouring down the front of your dress, your body running cold like you had heard the cry of a ghost in your empty room. And there behind you, he stood, his cold stare working over your body like the last time he had seen you he hadn't had his hands all over you, tracing over your skin like he was memorizing the shape of your desperation so he could sink his teeth in for a kill shot. “Yeonjun-”

“So it was your car that pulled in right after mine left.” You watched the way his brow rose, like he was leading you into a trap with nothing but an observation. But you were stuck, emotions roaring to life that you had thought you had suppressed deep enough to alchemize. “You should probably go, don't wanna leave the boyfriend waiting.”

And there was the one thing that could make you run, not to Huening but away from Yeonjun. You could feel words bubbling up, “He’s not-” but you caught them, grinding your jaw, and trying to find the reigns of your emotions before they became so loose you had no hope of pulling them back in, “always a pleasure,” your fake nice like a balm easily placed to smooth your features, you turned on your heel back to the boys left startled just as you, “bye,”

Yeonjun stepped aside just enough to let you past, his bags sitting on the first step from the porch, his initials branded into the leather as neatly as they must have been in your mind, YJ. he left just enough room so that you would have to brush against him, like a reminder that he had done this before, given you space, touched you.

You had to keep yourself from running to the car, the door already held open by your driver, before you tossed your bag in and didn't look back. Your mind was racing the whole elevator ride up to your apartment, teeth worrying over your lip as if that would keep your mind from jumping to that first kiss you shared with him. As if you hadn't fought yourself every night not to think about the way he had made you feel.

He was the only thing on your mind, not the boy waiting for you the second you opened your front door. At least not until his lips were on yours, his mouth drawing you back to reality. “You left me waiting,” the words mixed in with a pout when he pulled away, the two of you pressed against your front door, your bag fallen to the floor.

“You didn't text me that you would be over; how was I supposed to know?” You watched the way he poked his tongue to his cheek, like he was ready to avoid the topic, as if you didn't already know how he was playing the game.

The two of you had been broken up for four months, the cold turkey, no contact, written into the agreement, and neither of you wanted to be the one to wave the white flag. But Kai had been the first one to show up here at your place only two weeks after he had dumped you. Hair dripping from the rain, knocking on your door like a boy lost and looking for direction.

You had let him in, and you didn't even fight when he took his key back from the hook he had left it on that day he had broken up with you. And since then, he had shown up periodically, always for sex, and never with a courtesy call; he let your doorman do the work of notifying you about a visitor, while he sat back on your sofa and waited for you to run right to him.

Because it never failed to bring you back, like a bell had been rung, and your feet moved without help. Both of you knew what you had; he acted like a boyfriend with bad communication. Showing up at parties wearing matching outfits, spending the night watching each other from across the room like you weren't going back to your suite to have him undress you, like he wasn't the one on your mind, like a song you just couldn't shake from your head as much as you tried.

Beomgyu had warned you that the game would only end in heartache, that Kai had found it easy to leave you the first time, and a second was on the horizon with the way he kept you hidden. The word had only cleared the lines you had found so blurry before; he was hiding you, from whom was another question you didn't care to answer, not when you at least had him like this.

And god, wasn't he so pretty like this? His hair just about hanging in his eyes, his stare down the slope of his nose, his lips just parted like he was ready to lean back into you for more than just a simple kiss.

It was so easy to get caught right back up in the webbing of him, your eyes jumping between the beauty marks on his skin, your mind thinking back to every time you had lain in bed with him, kissing each mole like following the breadcrumbs to his heart. You didn't have time to stop yourself from thinking about how he must have woven that web with your love, used it against you because he knew just how much you couldn't resist the nostalgia-tinted moment.

You would let him use you; you couldn't deny that you were using him right back, couldn't deny that you enjoyed it just as much as he did. And you should have stopped him right there when your mind kept flicking back to Yeonjun, how your mind couldn't even help itself from imagining him kissing down your neck instead of Kai.

It was the same mess you had found yourself in four months ago, that day bleeding into every moment you spent with Yeonjun on your mind. Because when Kai had come to find you, the disappointment stung sharper than if he had wielded his words as a whip. Because his silence had been as deafening as a shotgun, his clothes rumpled and his eyes as soft as the blade he felt you had stabbed right into his back. Is it true? It had been the only question he needed to ask; you couldn't even play dumb, not when you could still feel Yeonjun's hands all over you, once comforting and now heavy.

You wondered when the shame had lifted from your shoulders, if it was after the first night you had seen Kai waiting in your bed, or if it was after the first time that you imagined it was Yeonjun kissing between your legs instead of Kai. But you would never admit that had happened, not to anyone, and it had been only one time until now. Until Yeonjun had walked back into your life dressed in Dior and smelling like a cologne you had sworn didn't make your heart beat faster than it should. He was back just as swiftly as he had gone, poisoning the well of your heart with nothing more than a look.

Because now, as Kai walked you backward to your couch, peeling your clothes away and humming against your skin, you fought everything in you not to think about the way Yeonjun had scanned your body with eyes like fingers tipped with appreciation. He had enjoyed watching you get flustered over him, logging the information away like a slim sheet of blackmail ready to be delivered whenever he wanted.

He must have known how it would affect you. Don't wanna leave the boyfriend waiting, the words a knife hanging on a string far too frayed to be waiting over your head.

“Look at me,” the words said between Kai’s fervent kisses, his nose brushing yours as he pressed his hips closer to you. Your soft gasp caught in his mouth when you felt just how needy he was. “Tell me you missed me.”

Curling your fingers into his hair, you whisper the words he wants to hear, “I missed you.” The truth hidden between the lines, melting into your moan when he finally pushes into you, eyes locked on yours like he wasn't playing at disguising a quick fuck as lovemaking. Because as soon as he's done, his kisses feel like compensation, and you're not even hurt, not when he leaves, and not when you're left alone sitting half-dressed with a post sex glow you're quick to scrub away with a shower.

You loved Kai; it was written into everything you knew about yourself, and sleeping with Yeonjun had not changed that. And somewhere deep down, you wonder if you had only done it to hurt Kai as badly as he had hurt you. Because it burned to think about the way he had left you, buried under the weight of your crumbling relationship, so easily taken out by a few words, it's not you. Like he had printed out a list of cliches and was ticking them off the list.

“I love you. I won't ever stop loving you. I just think we need time to explore other options, other avenues. We're going to college and we won't have time to see each other as often, and I'll need to focus more on the Choi Foundation.”

He had left you as if your feelings had been nothing but ordinary, blacked out from his past with nothing but a few words and a pursed smile. Your tears were burning on your cheeks while you sat there and begged him not to leave you. And he had still gotten up and walked out of your life.

Only not for long, because he had come back, even when you had found comfort in the one person you knew would hurt him the most to find solace in.

Your mind moved on its own, hands picking out clothes you thought he would like, spraying on your best, most expensive perfume, the one you wore that night when he buried his face into your neck and groaned like he had found heaven. You hadn't been searching for him; if you had, it would have made things worse. The two of you stumbled into the start of that night without thinking, but tonight you told your driver exactly the bar you knew he loved best and didn't think twice about how bad you might look in the morning light.

Kai had broken up with you, told you to explore, and yet neither of you had after Yeonjun left without a word. For nearly four months, you had still been claimed by Kai, even if you went around telling everyone he wasn't your boyfriend.

Stepping out into the warm city air, you didn't think twice about caring when you most definitely should have. You wondered if Kai had known Yeonjun was coming back, if he had planned to visit you one last time before he walked back into the picture to solidify his claim on you in whatever way he could.

You almost turned around, the doorman holding open a gateway to chaos, and you stepped right through. Not because you wanted to hurt Kai, but because you wanted to understand what had ignited in you that night you spent with Yeonjun. Because just like now, he had been the only one in the room, leaning over the bar with a glass of something stronger than you felt.

He had changed into a suit, like he was ready to face a meeting at his father's foundation, to shake hands with everyone and promise to be a good boy from now on. And yet he was here, hair hanging in his eyes, and jaw working out the problem in his mind faster than the drink could quell the sound in his head.

Because he hadn't found the courage to go back to the penthouse, even when he knew they would all be home. Dropping everything off in his room at the brownstone and leaving with only a few words with Beomgyu and Soobin. It had been much like when he had gone the first time four months ago. That shameful text from Soobin like a line drawn in the sand of their friendship. Next time you leave a courtesy call would work as a goodbye.

He had wanted to say what had happened, wondered if they would have known more about what happened because they were closer to you and Kai. Wondered if you had felt shame and talked about him like he was some mistake you couldn’t scrub out and instead chose to ignore. But even if he had missed his friends in some half-hidden way, he didn't want to stick around for the questioning, not when the empty house had been a spoon to his insides, and seeing you had been like the final hollowing scoop.

So he came here, back to the same bar stool he and found throughout high school and that first year of college and every day in between. It was one of the only bars in the city that he knew his father would never walk into, and the alcohol was cheap to him when it didn't cost more than a grand per pour.

Most people he knew wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, the cheapest bar in the Upper East Side, and yet here you are sliding yourself into the seat next to him.

You smelled like he remembered, the wave of that comforting aroma like a drug he had gotten a good deal on. He wondered if it was more intoxicating because he knew he shouldn't have you, not when you had so clearly been Kai’s for years. But it didn't stop him from craving you, not when doing bad things felt so good.

“You never told me goodbye.” You didn't look at him, only at the bar and the rows of liquor you turned your nose up at. He had seen you drunk off of a few cheap $150 glasses of wine here before, back when drinking felt wrong because you shouldn't have been doing it and he had been a bad influence in your life well before Kai was in the picture.

He could see you back then, giggling with him and Beomgyu, face flushed and lips grinning on the edge of your glass. How you let him carry you out without complaint, so long as your parents didn't catch you when he helped you back up to your penthouse room. That was a month before Kai had walked into his life, into yours. Maybe it was inevitable that he ended up in your bed, or at least that's what helped him sleep at night.

“We slept together once, don't play like you're my girlfriend, I'm pretty sure the boyfriend role is taken already,” he said it to hurt you, the sting of it tasting bitter in his mouth, but you didn't care because you remembered that night, not just the sex, but the way he had held you in a way Kai never had and you don’t think he ever could.

Because when you walked into the brownstone, a mess of watery words and panic. Your life had felt like it was ending, like you had all your eggs in the basket of your relationship, and Kai had tossed it into the Hudson River with a smile on his face. And there Yeonjun had been, sitting at his home bar, leaning over the counter with a finger of scotch and creased brows at your entrance.

He hadn't even taken the time to tease you as he usually would; you had cried before, over a ripped dress, a missed invitation, an embarrassing moment, but this felt like an evisceration, and you were spilling out before him like you'd never been whole again. Yeonjun hadn't played pretend. He had stood up and looked like it hurt him to see you that way, pulled you into the circle of his arms, and held you like that would pick up the pieces of you, and it had, even if it was a newly messy amalgamation of yourself.

He had let you talk, listened to every tear-stained word, thumb rubbing away your sadness, a tissue passed like it was second nature. Your bereft words like a blade to your relationship with Kai, already left mangled from the way he had tossed it into the shredder in the corner of his office in the Choi Foundation building. I thought he loved me.

He does. How could anyone not? And he had said it stripped back of anything at all, like it had scrubbed him raw to say it. You don't want to marry into my family, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to marry into his. Maybe he's keeping you from that.

If he loved me, he wouldn't care. The conversation had tipped your perception of everything. And maybe you shouldn't have leaned into him, not at that moment when you were only just being pulled from the water, but you couldn't help it, not when he had said those words like they came from somewhere deep down from the recesses of his soul.

How could anyone not? Because it had been the same words that made Yeonjun realize his feelings for you. Repressed and silenced for longer than he should have let them stay. He had pushed you away when you tried to kiss him; he knew what it meant, knew how it would all end in flames the second it came out that you had been here in his house, kissing him, crying to him.

We can’t. He had tried to convince himself that he couldn’t convince you, and yet when he said it, he thought back to the two of you drunk in a bar you shouldn’t have been in, how you had melted into him all those years ago, your lips so close to his ear when he carried you out. You know you’re the prettiest boy I know? But if I fell in love with you, it would be because you're a good man, not because I wanna kiss your stupid pretty boy face. You had smelled sweet like wine, and his teenage boy heart had thumped to a beat he had never felt before.

He had carried that feeling for years, and never said a thing, didn't even acknowledge the way he felt, not until that moment when you leaned in a second time and he said fuck it to everything that would go wrong. He’d have you if not for himself right then, but for his teenage self who had craved you for a whole month until he watched your eyes light up with hearts over a boy he had never seen coming, and he decided it was easier to bury axes instead of swing them.

And Yeonjun had you like no one ever had before. Laid you out on his bed and gave you his all in a way that you couldn't even be ashamed about when Kai stood there on your doorstep dripping in rain, asking you over again Is it true? You couldn't lie, not because you wanted to but because what you and Yeonjun had done was the realest facet of yourself that you had ever shown anyone, and you don't think you could have lied even if you tried.

“I was your friend first, even before him.” You didn't want to say Kai's name aloud, not here alone with Yeonjun, not when Kai had just had his hands on you, and all you could imagine was Yeonjun touching you. “And I know what it must mean to come home today.”

The word burned into Yeonjun's skin. Home, it had been a house, empty and set up like a set for a play he no longer had a role in. Because someone prettier and shinier had moved in while he was gone, well before he had even left. So he shook his head, done with the thoughts, done with thinking about Kai and his sweet act passed down from his mother, who bought bad art and had even worse taste in men.

“Sure,” his brows jumped, his glass cold in his hand when he tossed it back, swallowing the bitter drink like a welcome reprieve, or like the pill he knew would be shoved into his mouth the second it came to light what he was about to ask you. So he stood, shrugging on his suit jacket and not even bothering with buttoning it, and just before he turned all the way around, he muttered, “Need a ride?”

Because after everyone, the empty houses, and waiting rooms, you had been the only one to look at him and care for his return, past a stupid gossip sight.

And maybe you should have said no, but why else had you even gone to the bar without ordering a drink in the first place? You knew him and you knew yourself, and some days the lines blurred on who you knew better. So you stood, leaving your inhibitions behind you when you climbed into his blacked-out car, your address muttered without a beat from him like he had reason to memorize it.

You didn't even bother buckling up, not when the two of you were on each other the second the door was shut behind him. His body hot under your hands, his lips tasting of low-grade liquor and what was supposed to be regret but wasn't anything near it.

He was kissing you like he had found exactly what he had always been looking for, not like he was staking a claim on you just for the sake of semantics. Because he had been thinking of you every night since he left, picturing the way your mouth had shaped around the sound of your pleasure, wishing to feel you under his palms so he could sink his fingers into your skin and keep you there against him until he couldn't breathe.

So when you climbed on top of him, head just nearly hitting the roof of the car until you bent down to kiss him, he watched the way his fingers dimpled your thighs, your dress riding up around your waist, and he moaned at the smell of your perfume that you picked out just for him. His teeth scraping down the side of your pulse like a promise that one of these days he would finally have you in a way that would ruin everyone else for you.

And maybe he already had.

Because you were grinding into him, sloppy with your kissing, whimpering into his mouth with every drag of your hips as he found the same trail of kisses that he had that first night. Peppering his lips down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, as if he was determined to leave every part of your skin touched by him and him alone.

“What about your boyfriend?” and even that title couldn't make you feel ashamed because Kai had made it perfectly clear to you that you weren't together.

“He's not my boyfriend.” And it was the only thing you needed to say before Yeonjun dug his hands into your waist, guiding your hips to the pace he wanted, but he's sure even if you had said anything else, he would have continued without shame, not when you both wanted each other this bad.

You tugged on his hair, long and overgrown in the back from his months away, mewling when he muttered, “are you going to finish from a little grinding before we even make it to your place where i can properly fuck you?” and it was the small grin on his pink kissed lips that made you press your face into his shoulder, sinking your hips as close as you could get them to the bulge in his fitted dress pants.

“No, don't hide, let me see how desperate you are for me,” and you hated yourself, not because of what you were doing but because you knew how tomorrow he still wouldn't be yours. You let your head roll back, his grin digging into your stomach, aiding your building orgasm. Your nails scratched along his scalp, his lashes fluttering as if you made him feel as good as he was making you feel.

“I missed you.” The words slipped out when you were looking for anything else to say. Because even if he didn't know what you had said to Kai, you did, and you wondered how severe the burn would be for Kai to find out that Yeonjun, of all people, didn't have to beg to hear you say it. “Not just because of this.”

Yeonjun couldn't stand to hear you say it, his mouth pulling you back in to shut you up, because if it was real, he didn't want you to know just how badly he needed to hear it. Because he had missed you, missed you like you had been his all along, missed you until it ached, and not because of the sex. Although it was a bonus because, as much as he wanted to ruin you for other men, he only wanted to because you had ruined everyone else for him. Every thought was of you as he fucked into his hand, your name on his lips like a sin.

Now was no different, not when he watched the way you came, his name and yours mixed together like a call and response, your body trembling deliciously in his hands, and he was greedy to eat up every sound you made. “And I hardly even put a finger on you,” his grin too sinful to be playful.

“Shut up,” but there was no room for embarrassment, not when the car was pulling to the valet line of your building and you were already sliding off of him and fixing your dress with the limited space you had, catching your breath. You couldn't help yourself from smiling because he was looking at you like he was having fun, not just for pretend, but the kind of fun the two of you had when it was the past and you hadn't messed everything up in a single night.

Yeonjun pulled himself from the car, holding his hand out for you, hand onto your waist, letting you lead him up the stairs like he had never been there before. The two of you standing side by side in the elevator, looking ahead, giving each other enough space to say no, to think back on the consequences. It was the worst silence, heavy with sexual tension and understanding that whatever this was going to be would be seen as a mistake, not by you but by Kai, possibly by beomgyu and soobin, by Yeonjun's family.

But when the door closed behind you, the lock twisted your heart jumping to your throat because he was pushing you right where Kai had. “I want absolutely all of you just like I had you that night,” he leaned in, lips ghosting over yours as he said it.

“You always were greedy.” You know he had always been everything but; he hadn't learned greed until he had the one thing he should have never gotten close to. This, here and now, was greed; it was desperation masked as want instead of need. You knew that better than anyone; you felt it in the way he pressed his body against yours, in the way he took you to your room and laid you out on your bed.

He's been here before, sat at the foot of your bed after a dinner party while you talked over nonsense, his eyes watching you like it was nothing. But that had been back when it was nothing. Now it was different; now his touch felt like sparks on your skin, his eyes like a match to gasoline.

And you felt the burn race up your spine when he fell to his knees at the edge of your bed, your dress slipping right back up around your waist as it had in the car, your panties, sticky with your wetness, picked out for him and him alone. He had dreamed of looking up at you again from this position, of watching the way you fell apart for him like it was the first time you had ever been properly touched.

You're gasping, fingers twisting in the duvet as his lips brush the inside of your knee, his hands sliding up the back of your calves while he creates a trail of kisses along your inner thigh, his hair brushing your sensitive skin, making you want to close your legs around his head. Like he can sense the intention he is quick to hold your legs in place, spreading you just enough to fit himself in the space he's created. “So noisy.” His grin pressed right against your skin, teeth scratching along the trail he had created leading up to the spot you needed him painfully.

“You're teasing me.” It's a whine, the kind you would never let anyone hear, not when you feel like it could be used against you. But Yeonjun stored it away, holding it close to him as he reached up and finally pressed a finger to your clothed clit, your body jumping from the pressure.

“God, I forgot just how wet you get.” He slid his fingers down the mess you had made, searching for the source and addicted to watching the way your hips rolled forward, looking for more. “Tell me, how often did you think about me when you touched yourself?”

You whimper in response, face heating just as well as the rest of you. You almost can't look at him, not when his line of questioning is turning you inside out, his stare a seamripper sliding along you to complete your undoing. “Shut up. You're close enough to the edge of the bed that his breath fans over your center like a warning when he laughs.

“Often?” With his free hand, he lifts your leg to his shoulder, spreading you just slightly wider. With his teasing finger, he slips it under the fabric of your panties, running his knuckle down the seam of you like a caress along your cheek. “Because you were on my mind almost every night,” he leaned in closer, lips just barely brushing over your clit, “I dreamed about tasting you again, teasing you just like this so I could hear that little sound you try to hide.”

He chuckled when you bit your lip, finger running up and down so slow you might just die from the teasing. You're trembling the second that he finally presses his lips fully against your clit, head rolling back, even when he just kisses you over your panties. You should feel pathetic, the sounds coming from you are enough to make it seem so, legs threatening to close around his ears while he hums like he's just found salvation.

“Yeonjun,” he had heard you say his name over the years in so many different ways, in a mix of annoyance and demand, but like this, dripping with need, was his favorite. He was letting his spit build up, letting it mix with your wetness until there was no dry spot left. His teeth dragged across your clit until he went right back to sucking you through the fabric, finger just teasing your entrance like a warning you didn't stop to read.

Hearing him groan from only pleasuring you was worth any price you had to pay down the line. The vibrations of the sounds raced up your spine, licked down your legs, and you couldn’t stop the second orgasm cresting even if you had wanted to. Shamelessly, you're grinding against his face, one hand falling to his hair to pull him any closer. And when he finally shoves his fingers into you, it's only a few thrusts before you're falling over the edge of something you won't even find yourself coming back from.

He lets you ride out your high, and you didn't even care if he suffocated, not when it felt too good to let go. And when he was finally up, he wasted no time in slipping your panties right down your legs, not caring where they landed.

That night had been a lot like this, Yeonjun guiding you out of your clothes, every brush of his calloused fingers lingering, testing the waters of your limits. He had made you unbutton his shirt, watched you carefully move up onto your knees on the bed, sliding your hands down his chest until you got to the waistband of his slacks. He had offered up a space for your denial, a spot to turn away and never speak about the moment again.

But you had untucked his shirt, nimbly working down the seam of buttons, and unbuckling his belt, all while he brushed your cheek like he couldn’t believe you were real. He didn't drop your gaze when you had wrapped your hand around him, his soft gasp breaking you in two, your grin digging into his patience.

“You like to watch me fall apart for you, huh?” he had to bite the words out, teeth grinding to hold his moan back when you rolled your thumb over his tip.

For years, you had watched the way Yeonjun had built walls around himself. Pushed every brink into place and made sure nothing could send them tumbling down around him, but all it had taken wasn't only pushing your hand into his pants but caring. Because in the morning, you wouldn't push him away like this was just sex, but you knew he wouldn't stay.

“Maybe,” you wanted to see how far he would let you get before he took over, and it wasn't far because he pushed you back until you were pressed to the bed, his body climbing over yours. Gasping at the feeling of his hands pushing up your legs, folding you in half like you were nothing but something to manhandle into place.

You reached out for his shoulders, finding something to ground yourself against when feeling seemingly exposed, all while being fully pressed into the mattress. “I should hate how much I want you,” and if it had been anyone else it would have felt like a backhanded comment, something to stew over when they were done and gone. But from Yeonjun, the one who dug his heels into the sand and stood by the line of his beliefs even when the tide came in and washed it away, it felt like a love confession.

“Don’t.” It was pathetic to beg, to demand even an ounce of selfishness from him, and yet you couldn't help yourself, not when he was this close to you, not when the feel of his cock slipping between your folds turned every word into a plea. “I might want you so much more.”

And it was having you that would ruin him, rip him apart, and leave him out for the wolves. He hadn't known it that night, but he knew it now, and still he took. You couldn't even get a sound out when he finally pushed in, every slow inch creating a mind-numbing stretch that left you breathless. The back of your knees find the perfect spot in the crook of his elbows, while his fingers twist into the duvet, grounding himself as much as he could when all he wanted to do was be as flush to you as possible.

But like this, just hovering over your face, he could catch every expression you made while he slowly built up his pace. It was half the fun for him, watching the way he undid you. Your mouth so easily kissed, he wanted to swallow every sound you made. “We shouldn't be doing this,” as if the thought had just come to him, as if he knew nothing could pull him away the second he felt how warm you were, how easily pliable you were when you melted under his touch.

“Don’t stop.” Your brows crinkling together as you tugged him closer to you, fingers threading into the hair at the back of his neck, his moan of your name falling onto your tongue, rattling in the back of your throat. “Please don't."

“I can’t,” he sank his hips deeper, angled just right so the pane of his groin rubbed deliciously slow against your clit, each grind of his cock making you quiver under him. He was hitting you so deep you couldn't think anymore, every sound passing from somewhere deep within yourself that you didn't know existed. “I don't think I could ever stop.”

He didn't even care about the pace anymore, applying pressure behind each drag of his hips, his throaty groans echoing in your room as he chased some high that would collapse the foundation of him. And it's exactly what it felt like when he began to tip over the edge of his sanity, because you were scratching at him, trying to find a grip as your toes curled and your back arched, the two of you falling off the ledge together in a desperate flurry of whines and half-finished open mouthed kisses.

It was the kind of feeling you didn't come back from, that lingered right on the surface of the night. And when Yeonjun starts to kiss down your neck, nuzzling his face behind your ear, you can't help but melt into his hold. Your mewls fading as he starts to slow his final thrusts, pushing his hips flush against yours as he lets his weight lay against you like a comforting blanket.

He knows he should go, knows that he shouldn't have been here, but for a moment he lets himself pretend that it would be okay to spend the night, that if anyone found out they wouldn't look at him the way his father had that night, how Kai had looked at him. And like you could read his mind, you whispered it, “Don't go.” Like you knew, his next instinct was to run.

And even if you both know it was a lie for him to act as if he wasn't thinking about it, he kissed over the mark he had made against your pulse, your perfume mixing with the scent of him. “I won't.”

But in the morning, after sharing the bed, his arms having been wrapped around you while you curled into his chest, he pulled himself away. Standing at your vanity, he buttoned his shirt up while you watched. Naked with the sheet around you, you sat there and didn't say a thing as he dressed.

Yeonjun didn't know where he was going to go. He had missed the call from his father. A single ring as if it was all it took to get hold of him, as if any more effort would show favoritism. They had planned a dinner around his return, or so the voicemail had said. Come or don’t, just leave the drama at your mother's.

But he had already been on the way up to your apartment, and he didn't think he could stomach niceties when the only nice person he knew was waiting behind him and swallowing the silence he let you sit in. Leaving drama behind had been the last thing he had done because he had made his bed in your home and done the one thing that had gotten him kicked out of his house four months ago.

And he didn't even regret it. Even less? He didn't feel the need to hide it. He had dipped himself in the shame of wanting you at that table, and there was no scrubbing himself clean when you had made it all the way down to his bones. He shouldn't be there, but he was shameless in his actions now. “Come out with me tonight.”

“Out…like with our friends?” And there he sees the panic in you. The fine ripple of worry settles over the waters of your image, and he catches it like the stone that must have done the revealing. He looks at you from the mirror, looks at the spot on your neck where he kept finding his lips.

You knew the conversation would pick itself up at some point. It was no coincidence that he had walked out of your life only a second after making his presence so blinding you couldn't look back at the moments he had been in the background without aching. And it was impossible for you to hide the way it made you feel to think about bringing everyone in on your relationship status with anyone after Kai had left you.

Soobin and Beomgyu knew. They had been the only ones you could sit and drink your sorrows away when you believed Kai was never going to forgive you, the only ones you cried to when Yeonjun didn't return your calls, and it felt like you had lost both of them completely. But you had stopped talking about it, stopped bringing it up, swept it under the rug, and instead of walking over it, you moved house and left that damn rug behind you.

But they knew, and you didn't want to go back to remembering that they had seen you like that. No matter how close you had been after years of friendship, it felt like a scarlet letter that you wanted to rip to shreds from anyone's mind. And it wasn't Yeonjun. It had never been about being with Yeonjun or being with Kai; it had been the betrayal of the action itself, and you're reminded all anew when Yeonjun asks, “Scared my brother will find out?”

He let the accusation hang in the air, watched the way it turned over in your mind as he muttered, “Find out again, I mean.”

You wondered if it hurt him to say it. He gave nothing away on his face, not when he adjusted the cuffs, fastening the links with a care he had spent the night bestowing on you. “It's just all very sudden.” You curled your hand into the sheet covering your body, needing something to feel as if you weren't dropping all your cards down at the table for every player's view. “I want you to come back. I'll be here. I meant it when I said I missed you, past all the sex.”

But he could read between the lines. You missed him, but not enough to forget about what people thought, not like he had.

“Sure,” and it was all you needed to hear to know he was hurt, even if he didn't know it himself.

Yeonjun had played the game of hiding for as long as it had taken to see the smug look on Kai's face when his father complimented him for not being so sloppy. But the guilt had been eating at Yeonjun the second he had left the brownstone after you did. It must have been the same way you felt now, only you wouldn't have picked up the first bottle of champagne you saw, wouldn't have drunk until you didn't care who heard about his transgression. He didn't mind being sloppy when it had hurt him to see Kai winning at something he never knew he would have competition for. He had one card to play that night, something that would have hurt Kai just as deeply as it had hurt Yeonjun seeing his father pick someone else over blood.

You know…your girl sounds just as sweet as I had always imagined.

For only a second, everything had been still, as if Kai was running over the words, once, twice, trying to find the sense in them. Picking over the title he had attached to you, even without him thinking, the final nail in the coffin of his confession, your girl, because even if he had known you longer, Kai had tattooed your name next to his on every tree, every mind, and every moment moving forward, even post breakup.

Kai's brows had scrunched, eyes going cold when Yeonjun's lips dipped in a sneer, a challenge laced into every champagne influenced syllable. “No-” his mouth had been set, teeth grinding as he watched Yeonjun's smile deepened, and he couldn't stop himself from tackling him to the ground.

The room had burst into a flurry of sound, the bottle in Yeonjun's hand had fallen to the floor right before he did. Kai climbed on top of him and got in one good hit. It had been the first time Yeonjun had felt his lip split so seamlessly under someone's knuckle, his mouth filling with blood, his teeth a mess of it when Kai grabbed the collar of his shirt and shook him. “Tell me it's a fucking lie-”

Yeonjun had laughed from the shock of it, drunk and high off the adrenaline of the moment, champagne soaking into his hair. It felt freeing to get it off his chest in any way he could but he knew it was wrong, knew he was twisting your sacred moment into the shape of a blade and wielding it without mercy as he muttered, “she begged me.” and he didn't know if the blood or the confession felt more bitter on his tongue.

Kai had pulled back to hit him again, his red knuckles right in the line of sight, when his father pulled them apart. The destruction was cut short, but everlasting, because when he had been pulled into his father's study like a child ready for reprimand. Kai had been given a pass, and Yeonjun had been sent to his mother.

He had not regretted the moment. He wished he could have changed what he had said, but he did not regret the truth. You had begged, you had sounded sweet, but Kai didn't need to know that, and when he was passed a train ticket that next morning, his only regret was not telling you he was sorry.

And yet he still couldn't bring himself to apologize now. Instead, he grabbed your door handle and, without turning to you, he muttered, "I missed you too,” because it was the only thing he could say without it being half dipped in a lie.

It shouldn't have made you feel so good, shouldn't have made you smile when you got dressed, and yet it did. And while you stood upstairs in your apartment, blissfully unaware that the two stepbrothers were crossing paths in your lobby, you felt happy. While Kai felt his old wound, still half healing on his back, ripping open anew, that knife placed right between his shoulder blades. And all Yeonjun did was smile.

“Hi brother.” The two of them walked so close they almost knocked shoulders, but Kai stopped himself, dead in his tracks at the name. He had sat across from Yeonjun for more than half of his life. He had done everything he could to fit into the space offered to him. But Yeonjun had taken to attacking instead of waving white flags over battlefields made by parents who cared little about them.

“You're no brother of mine. Last I checked, brothers don't sleep with each other's girlfriends.” he had been taller than Yeonjun for only a few years now, but it never took back the feeling of being looked down on. Like Yeonjun had walked them into a corner, and all Kai had to fight with were fists he had only just learned to swing.

“Funny, last I checked, you were the favorite son, and you and your girlfriend were broken up.” he could still feel the weight of the tension in his father's study, the way the walls had felt suffocating enough to drown out the sound of the party still going on outside the doors.

‘We broke up an hour ago-’ ‘hours ago, I'm not that quick, some of us like to take our time-’ it had been the end of the conversation where his father was concerned. The rules set down that night clarified just how deep Yeonjun had been pushed out.

‘I've had enough of you. Tonight is your first and only warning. Pull some middle school stunt like this again, and you lose your spot on the board at the foundation. That goes for your shares in the company and any assets already written into my will. The whole of it will go to Kai. Anything more and I'll pull your trust fund, and you can lie in the bed you find so easy to make. I'm sending you to your mothers. Maybe there you will learn just how lucky it is to have a spot here in my house.’

��An hour broken up, four months, ten years, brothers don't do that.” And Yeonjun couldn't fight back, not when he didn't care anymore. If they were brothers, in marriage, or blood, it didn't matter because his father had picked, and it hadn’t been Yeonjun.

“Fine, then we are not brothers, and she's fair game. Get over yourself.” It's the last thing Yeonjun says before he leaves, his car waiting right out front and warm enough to melt the icy glare Kai leaves him with before he makes it up to your apartment.

You knew the storm was coming eventually, felt the brewing of it the second you had stumbled upon Yeonjun’s return, but you had believed you had time before having to face Kai again. At least a day or even just enough time to put concealer on the spot Yeonjun had made on your neck because it was the first thing Kai had seen upon his entrance.

“Again? You cheated on me again?” You had only just sat down on your couch, phone in hand to put in an order for your breakfast to be delivered.

Four months ago, you had been a wreck, stumbling over your words and wondering if you would ever find forgiveness in his eyes again. But now, when sadness had turned to denial and then fresh anger, you snapped back instead of in half.

You huffed a laugh. “Need I remind you that you were the one to call it quits? How many times have you told me verbatim that we are not together?” Because it had ruined you to be reminded again and again, made you ashamed enough to make it a mantra that you repeated so that it finally got through to you. “That we ‘need time to explore other options, other avenues,’ or am I misremembering the conversation?”

“You know this is different. This is Yeonjun, my brother-”

“Your stepbrother, whom you haven't known as long as I have.” You stand, not letting him feel as if he's winning just because he's so tall standing over you. “You left me, not the other way around. You told me last month we’re not exclusive.”

“That's not the point. That was never the point. He's doing this to get back at me, I know he is, and I care too much about you-”

“Care about me?” you laugh, let the sound wash over him like a slap, “if you cared about me, you wouldn't be using me, stringing me along like I don't know the second you go off to school you're leaving me for some other girl who doesn't know the difference between runway and the rack,”

Kai purses his lips, stopping himself from saying anything else when you both know what was happening between you two. He had danced around the conversation all summer, planned to keep the footwork clean until his gap year was over. He knew what he was doing, told himself it was okay because he loves you, but even love couldn't take back this transgression that both of you found yourself committing.

Using you in any way in the name of love was still use. And he loved you, more than anyone, because you were his first, and his only love. Even looking at you now, your anger written over your features like a flashing warning for him to back down, he couldn't stop himself from picturing the girl he had stuttered a love confession to while still trying to fumble through the innocence of childhood.

You had looked up at him like you did now, your eyes softer, still round with new wonder over every brush of his finger on your cheek. He mimicked the motion, finding the space he had swept with his thumb so many times before he kissed you that your lashes still fluttered, even in your anger. Because it was instinct what you had together, natural, and full of affection that wouldn't wash away with one fight, not even one like this. “Just don't love him like you love me, okay?”

He breathed the last word out, and every rough edge you had put out on display for him softened into something you always found yourself falling back into. “You can't say things like that, not anymore.” You knew yourself, knew if he stayed any longer, talked to you any sweeter, you would lose connection to the girl you had been when he had opened the door only moments ago. And he knew that because he knew you better than anyone else, even Yeonjun, even more than yourself.

“Can't I? They say you can't love someone like you do the first time, and he will never have you like that.” You want to tell yourself to snap out of it, to not follow the pattern of his beauty marks up to his eyes, and dream about nights where he held you and promised rings and caradles and love like no other. But he was leaning in, pressing his nose to your cheek and just barely kissing you against skin you had sworn would stay thick against attacks as painfully obvious as this one was. His hands, one on your hip and the other right at your neck, blocking out the sight of Yeonjun's claim.

But you couldn't help yourself; you leaned into him, hands sliding up against the fabric of his shirt as he ghosted his lips over your ear and muttered, “So go on, fuck him, explore that avenue, but we both know you will always come back to me.”

And you shouldn't kiss him, shouldn't let him use his hand at the back of your neck to tilt your head into the perfect position to stake a claim on you, but you do. You let him lie you back on the couch, let him slot his thigh right between your legs, and you whimper into his mouth when you grind yourself on him. All before he pulls himself away, leaving you reaching out for him.

“I actually have to go, but think of me when you take care of yourself, okay?”

Good morning, Upper Eastsiders. Gossip Girl here, and it seems there's been a bit of a family reunion.

Someone's come home from exile and found themselves already tangled in a game of house, and it seems he's not the only one playing dirty.

But a little word of advice for our lonely HK, don’t you know? If you have to tell her not to love someone else, you’ve already lost.

Happy homecoming, YJ. Make sure you watch the way that door swings. Sometimes I hear it hits just as hard on the way in as it does on the way out.

Anyways, it looks like we have a budding love triangle, and the edges only seem to be getting sharper. And I promise this is only the beginning.

You know you love me,

xoxo, Gossip Girl

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Two Intertwining Melodies || Sung Jin-woo (Part 2 of 3)

Siren!Jin-woo x Deaf!Omega!reader

A/N: Hello again everyone! Thank you so much for all of your interest and feedback on part one of this series. Due to the sheer enormity of the second chapter, I've decided to expand the siren au into a trilogy rather than a two-parter. My dear friend and beta reader @forbidden-sunlight has been an absolutely incredible source of support in the creation of this story. She also wrote the imagine that inspired this au. Links to the prologue and first chapter are posted below. Do be sure to read them first before continuing. And as always, heed the content warnings that are listed.

╰┈➤ Chapter Index

🦪 Prologue by @forbidden-sunlight 🧜‍♂️ Part 1: Master and Apprentice 🦈 Part 3: In a Sea of Fire

Content warnings: 18+MDNI, canon divergent, graphic descriptions of gore, death, and violence, afab!reader, reader is a makeup artist and hair stylist in the entertainment industry, a/b/o dynamics, heavy mentions of heat cycles, knotting, and breeding, threats of assault/non-con made by Kang Taeshik towards the reader (Jinchul intervenes and protects her), suggestive themes, some sexual descriptors, mythical creatures au, yandere!Jin-woo.

Word count - 9.6k

Summary - You find yourself returning to your childhood home of Jindo Island after receiving the offer of a lifetime. However, you can't shake the feeling that someone or something is watching you.

Dividers by @anitalenia and @firefly-graphics

[Skill: "Monarch’s Domain" Has Been Activated.]

“Come on out!”

A cacophony of deafening blasts, wails, and the clash of steel rings across the crimson-tinged horizon of the one hundredth floor of the Demon’s Castle; a perfect accompaniment to the Armageddon currently taking place. Infantrymen by the hundreds emerge from the shadows to skewer Baran’s forces while Iron, Igris, and Tank slaughter the larger and more formidable combatants with wanton brutality. Issuing a non-verbal command, Jin-woo orders Tusk to incinerate his enemies with ‘Song of Inferno,’ and a calamitous ball of flames bursts forth, eradicating most of the battalion.

“Amazing… on all the top floors I’ve been with him, I’ve seen nothing quite like this,” Esil whispered in awe. Although she was a demon princess who grew up in this wasteland and had seen many spectacular sights, the power of commanding shadow soldiers was most certainly not one of them.

In contrast to his companion, Jin-woo calmly observes the cataclysmic destruction with a piercing gaze. Despite gaining the upper hand against his troops, Baran remained steadfast in his refusal to engage directly in the ensuing fight. This simply would not do. Jin-woo needed to secure his victory in this decisive battle, and fast.

Jinwoo’s opponent possessed the last ingredient required to craft the Holy Water of Life: The Purified Blood of the Demon Monarch. A fortnight of endless fighting had culminated to this moment, and he was on the precipice of triumph. But the Demon King was unlike any adversary he had ever faced before. Jin-woo could gauge just from the sheer murderous energy emanating from him that Baran was in a league of his own. And his power spoke for itself: endless demon hordes at his beck and call, a wyvern as a mount, and an insurmountable supply of mana that showed no signs of running out. Jin-woo would need to approach his foe strategically lest he lose this war of attrition.

At long last, as if he could sense the siren’s impatience, the Demon King makes his move. He bids his steed to fly at a lower altitude. Once within range, Baran unhinges his jaw and unleashes a massive beam of white lightning. Within seconds, thunder runs rampant throughout the land, devastating everything in its path. However, Jin-woo and his shadow army stand strong regardless of the imminent danger. The siren even has the audacity to smirk.

So Baran thought he could defeat him with electricity? Excellent. He really could not have asked for a better opponent. As luck would have it, Jin-woo’s oceanic nature gave him the edge in this situation. The surface of water, acting as a conductor of electricity, causes high voltages and amps to spread rapidly. With this in mind, Jin-woo launches a counterattack.

“Wreak havoc on all who dare to stand in my way, Charybdis!”

Powerful torrents of black seawater manifest from the shadows just before Baran’s attack could hit him. The rushing stream then runs across the land and coalesces into a violent maelstrom in the sky. The raging vortex absorbs most of the lightning in its maw before redirecting its flow towards the Demon King. Baran wills his steed to evade by canting to the left, but Tusk incapacitates him by striking the wyvern’s wing with a blast of fire magic. The Demon King leaps from his mount’s back before it’s forced into the whirlpool and electrocuted. He lands gracefully on his feet and shoots a sinister grin at Jin-woo.

“It was worth it to let Tusk have the sphere,” the siren remarks nonchalantly, as if it was just any other day and not a fight to the death. “I’m glad you’re finally on the ground. Constantly looking up was making me tired.”

With the Demon King grounded, Jin-woo no longer required the aquatic effects of Charybdis. The dark water above evaporates as it returns to the abyssal depths of the ocean, its job now complete. With this hindrance finally gone, Baran doesn’t hesitate to release another beam of white thunder, this one even greater than the last. Tusk attempts to lessen the impact with ‘Song of Protection’, but the force of taking a direct hit ends up obliterating him. Undeterred by his comrade’s demise, Iron bellows at Baran and slashes at his body with his axe. But he proves to be no match for the speed of the Demon King, who ruthlessly splits his head in half. Igris then valiantly joins the fray and swings his great sword at the demon. However, this too is a fruitless endeavor, as Baran swiftly catches his blade and wipes him out with a flick of his wrist.

Just as Igris’s body fades, Jin-woo emerges from the ashes in his true sirenic form, Knight Killer and Baruka’s dagger at the ready. “Scylla!” He snarls a second incantation that brings forth another wave of black water, this time in the shape of a six-headed beast. The aqueous leviathan slams into Baran, crushing his body under its weight and submerging the entire floor of the dungeon in water. The Demon King swiftly breaks free from the tides and springs onto the roof of one of the sole remaining towers. Soaking wet and surrounded by large bodies of water, Baran ends up on the defensive; if he were to use his lightning, he risked electrocuting himself. Jin-woo was also in an environment that favored him, and the Demon King could not pinpoint his whereabouts while he was swimming underwater.

Even with this advantage, the gap in power was still significant between the two. Knowing this, Jin-woo doesn’t allow him a moment of reprieve. He uses his tail to project his body from the currents and launches at the Demon King with his daggers. The demon responds in kind, countering his onslaught with a flurry of strikes from his own weapons. Jin-woo holds his own against the extraordinary speed of Baran’s slashes. But he was low on mana, and fatigue was rapidly building up. While oceanic magic was incredibly effective, it incurred a high cost of mana. This, coupled with an extended exposure to a dry, fiery atmosphere, was having a seriously detrimental effect on his endurance. It was time to end the battle after dragging it out for so long. Jin-woo just needed an opportunity to catch the demon off guard–

Klang!

A loud noise reverberates in the dungeon as a lance ricochets off Baran’s head. The demon redirects his focus to the sheepish face of Esil. Huh? I thought I told her to head for higher ground. When did she…? Jin-woo ponders briefly before banishing the thought. He requested a distraction, and someone kindly provided him with one. He wasn’t about to squander his only chance.

Using Baran’s hesitation to his advantage, Jin-woo discards his short swords and sinks his fangs into the Demon King’s neck, crushing down on his windpipe. As Baran struggles to throw him off, Jin-woo unsheathes his claws and gouges out chunks of flesh. The demon howls in agony, his pained cries music to the siren’s ears. “How stupid of me,” Jin-woo sneers, his voice deepening in pitch as his actions became more monstrous, “I was fighting you like a man this entire time, when this is who I really am. Heh, I guess being disguised as a human for so long made me forget.”

Summoning all his strength, Jin-woo uses his muscular arms to tear Baran’s torso from his body. The vicious mauling completely eviscerates the demon, with only his entrails being left over in its wake. His victory now secured, Jin-woo exhaustedly slumps to the ground and reverts to his human appearance. The throes of battle destroyed most of his clothes, much to his chagrin. The only apparel that remained intact were his tattered jeans, and those only just spared his modesty. He scoffed in annoyance; he’d need to purchase a new wardrobe soon to make himself more presentable for you …

“Jin-woo, sir!” Esil dashes towards him with a worried look on her cute face. The siren smirks, satisfied despite the many setbacks he faced during this confrontation.

“Esil, tell your father the Radis clan is now the number one family.”

“Jin-woo sir,” the demon girl responds exasperatedly, “Our family name is Radir.”

6:00 AM, on the outskirts of Jindo Island…

Jin-woo deeply inhales the crisp morning air as he soars through the endless skies. Much had transpired in the short time between the conclusion of his showdown with Baran and now. He had gained the Purified Blood of the Demon Monarch, along with the World Tree Fragment, and Spring Water from Echo Forest. With these three components, he was at last able to craft the Holy Water of Life. Once finished, he cradled the precious vial in his palm, as if trying to ascertain proof of its existence. Afterwards, Jin-woo deposited it into his magical inventory for safekeeping.

Of course, the elixir was just one of the many spoils of war he had claimed. Kaisel, the wyvern who now served as his mount, was his for the taking after Baran’s death. The gift of flight had expedited the journey home, much to his joy. A rune stone had also provided him with the skill, ‘Shadow Exchange,' a means of trading places with any of his soldiers scattered throughout land and sea. Thanks to this new ability, he was able to leave that hellish landscape. After being gone for what felt like eons, Jin-woo was desperate to return. To his family. To Ashborn. To you.

He’s relieved when the familiar cityscape of Jindo-gun comes into view. He estimates it would take roughly 15 more minutes for them to arrive over the briny waters. However, before they can make it past the coastline, the spellbinding fragrance of bergamot and vanilla overwhelms Jin-woo’s senses. This could mean only one thing: you were nearby. The headiness of your musk had also gotten more potent in his absence, signifying your fertility.

“Fuck!” Jin-woo’s hisses as desire courses hot and heavy through his veins. He tries to resist the temptation of your pheromones, but you smelt so damn good; so ready and willing for him and his knot –

Jin-woo grunts as he bites down hard enough on his bottom lip to draw blood. The pain causes him to regain some mental clarity, and he wills himself to calm down. But it’s of no use. His thoughts were currently being clouded by lust and the instinctual drive to breed. Those two weeks he endured in the Demon’s Castle had significantly intensified his longing for you, and the pent-up sexual frustration was coming to a head. Jin-woo really had to nip this in the bud. His stamina was at its limit, and he was in no condition to be seen by you. The siren also desperately needed to go home and check in on his mother and Jin-ah. He was the only alpha and protector of their family after the disappearance of his father. He couldn’t afford to waste another—

The wind carries your scent as it blows past Jin-woo’s face a second time. It was as if you were beckoning him like some sort of enchantress. Unable to ignore your maddening aroma, Jin-woo at last gives in. He knew the decision he was about to make was foolish, reckless even. But he must heed the call of his omega.

He silently apologizes to his mother and Jin-ah and asks them to wait just a little longer. “I’ll only introduce myself… maybe I can even get her name,” he tries to reason with himself while slowly succumbing to delirium. His mind made up, Jin-woo commands Kaisel to deliver him to the area where your scent is the strongest. The wyvern then returns to the void shortly thereafter, leaving the worn out siren to his own devices.

Grainy sand molds against his bare feet as stumbles across the beach in search of you. “Shit. If this keeps up, I might not make it back to Mom and Jin-ah.” Jin-woo mumbles softly. He really was in poor form. Maybe it had been a mistake to depart immediately for Jindo island without taking a break in between. Damn.

As black spots start to obscure his vision, Jin-woo’s gaze finally lands on you. His lips quirk into a tired smile. Even through blurry eyes, you looked absolutely stunning while standing in the sunlight. Like an earthly goddess.

With his consciousness ebbing further and further away, the siren musters up the last of his energy to stagger towards you. He makes it only two steps before his body gives out and he collapses. Rather than hitting the hard ground, a soft and warm embrace met Jin-woo. He blearily cracks open an eye, curious about what broke his fall. It was at that moment your lovely, albeit worried face greeted him. Pretty, he thinks, exhaustion finally taking its toll on him. The last thing Jin-woo remembers before the darkness overtakes him is the soothing smell of bergamot and vanilla.

Two weeks ago, someone or something had been watching you. It was during the first day of filming the mystery-thriller, ‘Murder on the Cerulean Sea’, a passion project by renowned producer, Go Gun-hee. The man had an incredible work ethic, with a career spanning over 40 years and numerous accolades to his name. He had recently come out of retirement, and the entertainment industry was buzzing with anticipation. Known as a cinematic miracle maker, every motion picture Go Gun-hee produced set box office records. Suffice to say, you had been over the moon after finding out you were amongst the few who made the cut for makeup artists hired to work on set. Although the instant you found out where the filming location was to take place, you immediately felt your enthusiasm dampen. Jindo-gun. At one point, this had been your home. Now, it was but a distant memory.

You had spent most of your childhood on the island of Jindo. Its scenic beaches, sprawling forests, and crystalline waters made it ideal for shooting a film based on a luxury yacht charter. There was one major caveat however: the sirens. Several pods of these unpredictable creatures resided off the coast of Jindo, and the alphas were infamous for their aggression, especially during the height of the mating season.

Growing up, your parents warned you time and time again not to walk alone along the shores at night. "Don’t ever go to the beach by yourself after dark," your mother had signed this to you almost every day. A constant reminder to stay safe and vigilant of your surroundings. Townsfolk also gossiped and shared sordid stories about the lost souls who fell victim to the sirens. But this wasn’t just word of mouth, a child’s fairytale, or mere superstition. These deadly apex predators were very much real, and a troublingly high number of homicides were committed by them each year. Unfortunately, this did little to dissuade foolhardy tourists and arrogant fishermen from pouring into the island during the hotter months of spring and summer.

Eager to escape the foreboding atmosphere, you had applied to and been accepted into a 2-year cosmetology program in Busan shortly after finishing high school. Makeup had always been a strong interest of yours and with the support of both your parents you flourished in your craft.

Although you had been nervous about the transition from quaint suburbia to the big city life, you found yourself quickly growing accustomed to the fast-paced environment. Your school had also been very accommodating, providing you with a sign language interpreter and captioning services for your classes. A kindhearted young woman by the name of Lee Joohee had been assigned as your interpreter during your time in Busan. You became fast friends and remained close even after graduation.

After receiving your license, you relocated to a small apartment in Seoul and began working as a hair and makeup artist in stage productions, commercials, and musicals. You greatly enjoyed the creativity and networking opportunities of your profession, often getting to bump shoulders with many well-known actors and actresses. Within a few years, your portfolio grew considerably. This enabled you to broaden your horizons by breaking into the film industry. ‘Murder on the Cerulean Sea,’ would be your first foray into this competitive market and you wanted to prove yourself as a newcomer to the scene. So, despite your reservations, you begrudgingly agreed to board the private jet headed for Jindo island.

If you recall correctly, the mating season for the sirens wouldn’t take place for another four months, so everything should proceed without a hitch… right?

You began to feel a little more at ease when you found out Cha Hae-In and Yoo Jinho were cast in major roles in the movie. You had first met them when they were both burgeoning stage actors. Cha was surprisingly camera shy and preferred to keep a more subdued profile whereas Jinho was outgoing and incredibly humble despite his privileged background. The bubbly brunet was the youngest son of the chairman of Yoojin Construction Company, a major industrial conglomerate in South Korea.

Although you came from different walks of life, the three of you had hit it off right away, finding common ground in your passions for campy horror films. You even taught them a few signs, and this inspired Jinho to devote himself fully to learning sign language. Cha also practiced her signs with you whenever she had the chance, but her busy schedule often made it difficult for her to find spare time. Nevertheless, you were deeply touched by the efforts made by both of your friends.

While taking a break on set, you felt a pair of eyes boring into you as you were relaxing with Cha and Jinho. At first, you chalked it up to paranoia. It had been years since you visited the island, and you’d nearly forgotten how oppressive the ocean seemed at night. But it was the middle of May. The mating season for the sirens would not take place until September at the earliest. Regardless, the sensation of being watched still lingered even after the mysterious presence had left.

There was also the enthralling scent of lavender and sandalwood thickly permeating the air. It had a distinctly masculine undertone to it that had piqued your interest. It was far too strong to be from a couple spritzes of cologne or perfume, yet more subtle than the pungent smell emanating from many of the alphas who composed the cast and crew onboard the yacht. Their musk was overbearing at best, but this fragrance was entirely different. It was sweet. Delicate. Intoxicating…

You had to find the source of it. Making up an excuse about wanting to get more fresh air, you stay behind on the deck of the ship while your friends return to their accommodations to retire for the evening. As you lean over the railing to scope out the scent, an intense wave of heat suddenly ignites in your lower belly causing you to gasp and buckle at the knees. It briefly lingers in your abdomen before shooting directly to your core. You bite back a moan as your eyes flutter shut from the pleasure spreading throughout your body. Slowly but surely, you were entering into a primal state; one of pure unbridled arousal. You should be concerned. No, you should be horrified. You were so vulnerable, so out of sorts. And yet…

You had never felt so exhilarated. It was as if ecstasy became you. You were ascending higher and higher to parts unknown, all semblance of rationality long since abandoned. The coil in your gut was wound so tight, it was at its breaking point. If this continued, you would inevitably plummet over the edge and succumb to your baser instincts –

The metallic odor of copper violently infiltrates the air, abruptly bringing you back to your senses. Your eyes bolt open, and you release a shaky breath. You’re surprised to find yourself on your knees. They must’ve given out on you at some point. However, your shock shifts to horror when you catch sight of an unruly mop of purple hair from the corner of your eye.

It could only belong to one individual: Kang Taeshik.

Shit. You’d been acquainted with the man just yesterday, but he terrified you. Taeshik was an up-and-coming actor on the scene; one who excelled in any role he played. In spite of this, the first impression he left on you was enough to make you keep your distance. Although Taeshik’s demeanor was docile, there was a cold and calculating look in his eyes that made you shudder. It reminded you of a predator eyeing its prey. The most off-putting aspect of the man, however, was his stomach-churning scent. He positively reeked of blood.

You could feel panic setting in as he began to saunter towards you, a lascivious smirk spread across his face like a dark promise. You’re unable to rise to your feet, still weakened and lightheaded from the erotic sensations affecting you earlier. Worse yet, you feel a lump in your throat, making it difficult to shout or scream for help should the need arise. You were essentially cornered, defenseless, and alone with a menacing alpha. And if the pungency of his musk was anything to go by, he was on the verge of a rut. You sink back into yourself in fear and begin to tremble uncontrollably.

You can see Taeshik’s mouth moving as he closes in on you. You’d become adept at lip reading over the years, although it was difficult to decipher everything he was saying in the darkness. The only words that you can make out are "little omega" and "whore." Your blood curdles. Someone, anyone, please help me! You silently plead, knowing it was futile. For a moment, you foolishly imagine the owner of that enticing scent coming to your rescue.

Thankfully, just before Taeshik can grab you, a large hand envelops his wrist in a vice grip.

The purple haired nightmare cants his gaze to the side and narrows his eyes. He’s greeted by the furious expression of none other than the film’s director, Woo Jinchul. Relief floods your chest at the sight of him. Thank God, you think.

Taeshik rips his arm away and leaps back, creating some distance between himself and the taller man. Jinchul quickly assumes a protective stance in front of you. His broad back prevented you from seeing your would-be assailant, something you were extremely grateful for. For a few tense moments, you can only sit and stare at Jinchul’s imposing figure as he confronts the other man.

Despite how scared you are, you wish you could partake in the conversation if only to defend yourself. Taeshik may try to manipulate the situation by implicating you as an instigator or seductress, something many male actors in the industry unfortunately got away with due to their connections or wealth. It was despicable and made you seethe with anger at the salacious lies and rumors spread by the press and social media.

After several minutes, Taeshik departs with nary but a shrug of indifference. Apparently Jinchul’s status and power as director did nothing to intimidate him. He waits until Taeshik’s figure disappears before turning to face you. There’s an uncharacteristic warmth in his usually hard gaze, and you’re able to catch a whiff of his natural scent: cardamom and cedarwood, a calming combination.

Jinchul gently offers his hand and effortlessly hoists you to your feet. Your legs are still somewhat stiff but functional now. He permits you to steady yourself by grasping onto his shoulders and it doesn’t escape you how oddly intimate these actions are. As if to further prove this, Jinchul, in a strange display of affection, tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your breath hitches.

A beat passes before the realization of what he just did hits him. Jinchul’s eyes widen, and he quickly snatches his hand back as if he was scalded. And was it your imagination, or were his ears turning pink? He awkwardly clears his throat before opening his mouth. ‘Are you alright? Did Taeshik harm you in any way?’ You read his lips closely, appreciating the pauses and slow enunciation of his words. Jinchul was aware that you could lip read rather efficiently, and this made it easier to communicate with him since he would not have to always rely on an interpreter.

You shake your head and see him breathing a sigh of relief. ‘He won’t ever be allowed near you again; I will make sure of it.’ Jinchul is back to his usual no-nonsense demeanor it seems. But what had caused him to act so… tender towards you? And Taeshik? The man had always been creepy and taciturn, but he never went out of his way to torment you. If Jinchul hadn’t arrived at just the right time, you could have been assaulted. You feel bile rising to your throat at the thought. Why was this happening? You were always careful and made sure to take your heat suppressants every day. None of the alphas you worked with had ever tried to hurt you before, so why? Unless you were going into heat, but that shouldn’t be possible…

You suddenly break into a sob, overcome with emotion. Your distress causes Jinchul to spring into action. He promptly removes his blazer and drapes it over your shoulders to ward off the chill of the night. Jinchul then produces an embellished handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to you. He hesitates before placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and his lips move again. ‘I’m here for you,’ he mouths. You wipe away the tears with the handkerchief and stifle your cries into its soft fabric. All the while, Jinchul remains by your side and grants you as much time as you need to collect yourself. When the tears finally run their course, you lower the ruined cloth from your face and chance a timid glance at him.

Jinchul regards you with a pensive expression on his sharp features. He withdraws his hand from your shoulder and reaches back into his pocket to pull out his phone. He then begins typing away and once finished with his message, he hands the device over to you, displaying the contents of his notebook app.

"As director of this film, I want you to know that I will always prioritize the wellbeing of our cast and crew. With that being said, the actions I witnessed Kang Taeshik commit tonight were morally reprehensible. I won’t disclose the full details of the discussion I had with him, as I do not wish to cause you any further emotional distress. I will say that I can personally attest to the fact that Kang Taeshik sought to menace and harm you while you were in a vulnerable state of heat."

You feel your heart sink into the pit of your stomach as you skim over the last sentence. So Jinchul knew you had unexpectedly gone into heat? Of course he would; he was an alpha. How could you have been so stupid? The director was most certainly going to see you as a liability now… you may even end up losing your job.

You reluctantly force yourself to continue reading. If this to be the conclusion of your tenure, then at least you would see it through to the bitter end.

"Please do not blame yourself for what has happened. Your disposition as an omega has no bearing on your contract or employment, nor does it offer an excuse for an alpha, or anyone for that matter, to harass you. It is with impartial and sound judgment that I have made the executive decision to terminate Kang Taeshik and remove him from production effective immediately. This will cause some inevitable delays, but an impromptu casting call can be arranged in the meantime. I’m willing to run over schedule if it guarantees everyone’s safety."

You exhale and feel all the tension dissipate from your body. So, you weren’t the one being let go, Taeshik was. You hadn’t known much about Woo Jinchul beforehand, but you were thankful that he was a man of good character. This was becoming exceedingly rare in an industry composed of unscrupulous and morally bankrupt members of the upper echelons.

You type back a response before handing him his phone.

"I am so sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you. I really don’t understand what happened. I’ve been taking suppressants for years, and an alpha has never tried to threaten me before. Thank you for stepping in to protect me. I really don’t know what he was planning to do."

You couldn’t help but apologize even though Jinchul had vindicated you. What leaves you reeling, however, is the reply he gives you when the mobile device is back in your hands.

"I should be the one to apologize, not you. My behavior towards you earlier was incredibly uncouth, and for that, I am deeply sorry. As director, I should be conducting myself in a manner that is more befitting. Instead, I allowed my instincts as an alpha to impair my judgement. I promise this shall not happen again."

Uncouth behavior? Did he mean when he was brushing your hair from your face? How could he be apologetic about something so innocuous? The implications don’t fully register until you replay that last sentence: My instincts as an alpha. Instincts…alpha…!?!

He was reacting to your pheromones.

That evening, Jinchul insisted on having you treated at the on-site infirmary. Alas, with few medical staff and even less equipment it was difficult to determine what was causing your symptoms. Was it possible your medication was no longer working? Omega suppressants were highly effective, but that didn’t mean they were infallible. A missed dose or interaction with another drug could negate the effects. But you weren’t taking any other medications, and you never missed a dose.

Needing a second opinion, you were transported to the emergency room at a nearby hospital for further evaluation. Jinchul had opted to let Cha and Jinho drive you there after explaining your circumstances to them (minus the issue with Kang Taeshik; he was keeping it under wraps for now). Unlike him, they were both betas which made them immune to your pheromones.

You ended up being kept overnight for observation. After running a series of tests, including labs to assess your hormones and an ultrasound, you were found to be undergoing a pseudo estrus or ‘false heat’ as it’s more commonly referred to.

Unlike a regular heat, a false heat occurs only when a highly compatible alpha is within close vicinity of an omega. This in turn triggers a massive release of pheromones leading to an increase in libido, fever-like symptoms, cramping, and fatigue. Whoever this alpha was, their presence was so virile that your heat suppressants were fully canceled out by them.

You were questioned extensively about your experience by the healthcare team. "Do you have any partners? Are you sexually active? Is there anyone you work with who is an alpha? When did you first start experiencing the signs of your heat?" The list was never-ending. With the help of an interpreter, you answered everything to the best of your ability. And by the end of it all, you were still at a loss.

No one on that yacht had been emitting that scent, you were sure of it. It had to have been someone wholly unrelated. Perhaps a fisherman or a swimmer? But it was late and everyone who was local to the island knew better than to risk the waters at night. Everyone except you and the entourage on board the yacht, that is.

Frustrated, you eventually gave up on trying to figure out the identity of your potential mate. Your physician, a compassionate fellow omega by the name of Min Byung-Gu, strongly recommended an entire week of bed rest for you. This was to serve as a means of letting the heat cycle run its course. You were also provided with prescription medications to alleviate your symptoms.

Resting was crucial. Any physical stress or strain could worsen your condition, and omegas were particularly susceptible to injury or illness while at their sexual peak. In addition to this, your doctor recommended ceasing all contact with alphas, effectively barring you from returning to work. You were crestfallen at this, but you acquiesced knowing it was for the sake of your recovery.

To avoid any mishaps, Jinchul arranged for you to stay in a penthouse for the time being. The lavish suite was situated on the very top floor of a deluxe condominium, affording you all the personal comforts and privacy you would need. You couldn’t help but snort when you opened the door to your new living quarters. It was like you were a goddamn princess trapped in a tower.

As if that wasn’t enough, your boss had also hired two very intimidating bodyguards. Both were betas who had been tasked with protecting you during your heat. The first to be introduced was a hulking beast of a man called Thomas Andre. He was huge, with a herculean frame that looked to be made of steel rather than flesh and blood. A wild mane of blonde hair and intricate patterns of black ink also adorned his chest and arms, making him even more imposing.

The disarming smile he gives you is anything but, however. He’s also surprisingly gentle with you when he shakes your hand.

Your other bodyguard had a physicality that was far less egregious, but his razor-edged gaze, unnervingly calm composure, and the bulging muscles of his arms revealed a powerful aura that was not to be underestimated. This man had gone by the name of Liu Zhigang, a master swordsman of the highest caliber and one of the strongest individuals in China.

He too, had been unexpectedly friendly, even going so far as to ruffle your hair and calling you a “good girl,” in his native language. Your interpreter had been particularly scandalized while signing this to you after you were insistent on finding out what he said. You, on the other hand, thought it was rather cute, especially when juxtaposed with his tough guy image. There had also been no ill intent or malice in his words; he was being genuinely amiable to you, just as Thomas Andre had been.

Perhaps you could make do with this situation. But you could only imagine how hefty of a price tag these two highly skilled warriors could warrant. Jinchul was sparing absolutely no expense on you. He must have felt terribly guilty about your traumatic experience that night…

You make a vow with yourself not to take his generosity for granted.

And so, the next week passes by rather uneventfully. You ended up becoming stir crazy right from the beginning. You had been so accustomed to the fast-paced lifestyle of a makeup artist and hair stylist that the very concept of wasting the day away seemed foreign. Gone were the 12–14-hour shifts that had once encompassed your daily routine. It was maddening, this sudden lack of purpose.

Sleeping, reading, eating, and binge-watching dramas with closed captioning had been your main escape from the dullness of being confined to bed all day. No one, not even your parents, Jinho, or Cha had been permitted to visit you while on bedrest. Jinchul and Min Byung-Gu had advised you to limit all external stimulation while you were in heat. You understood the importance of this, but it did nothing to prepare you for the overwhelming loneliness that awaited you.

Sure, your bodyguards had been cordial to you, but they were preoccupied with keeping watch over the premises and warding off any intruders. Neither one had time to engage with you beyond a simple greeting or farewell. Even your interpreter kept her presence scarce, coming only twice per day to check in with you and to relay messages from your friends, family, and the director.

It was as if you were a bird in a gilded cage. Locked away, out of sight, and out of mind. You hated every second of it. You wanted to curse the cruel hand you were dealt, to resent the alpha who had caused you all this misery in the first place. But…

You couldn’t bring yourself to do it no matter how unbearable the isolation became.

Once those seven agonizingly slow days were over and done, you were given medical clearance to resume your job. You never thought you would be so happy to work again. Of course, you still had some restrictions in place. Jinchul wanted you to take it easy, so he requested that you work no more than 4-6 hours per day. At this point, you were willing to do anything if it kept you out of that forlorn penthouse.

In addition to this, you were prescribed a significantly higher dosage of oral heat suppressants. It was to be used as a prophylactic to ensure you would not enter a second heat. The side-effects had been merciful, with nothing more than the occasional bout of nausea and a loss of appetite to show for.

Jinho and Cha were ecstatic to see you again, although your other colleagues were far less enthusiastic. The attentiveness and apparent favoritism towards you by the director did not go unnoticed. You were predictably met with the cold shoulder by many of your peers upon your return. It didn’t help that Jinchul had kept the confrontation between him and Taeshik confidential. Only executive producer Go and your bodyguards were made aware. This was done to protect you and to prevent the besmirching of your character by the media. The rest of the cast and crew had simply been told that Taeshik had departed from the film due to ‘irreconcilable and creative differences.’ The purple haired man’s PR team, for their part, also appeared to be going with this story.

Frankly, you could care less about what your coworkers thought of you. You were just glad that you never had to be around a horrible psychopath like Taeshik ever again. Cha and Jinho, on the other hand, had taken it upon themselves to act as your newly appointed bodyguards in Thomas’s and Zhigang’s stead. Any nasty gossip or snide remarks were met with a frosty glare from the blonde woman and threats of litigation from the heir apparent of Yoojin Construction.

You couldn’t have asked for better friends or a more considerate boss, but you were starting to find the constant protection and coddling from them to be too much. You were a woman with her own autonomy after all. And yet you were being treated like a piece of glass, as if you would shatter with the slightest gust of wind. It was suffocating and your newly toxic work environment certainly wasn’t making matters any better.

To keep yourself grounded (and from going insane) you had taken to embarking on early morning walks along the beach. The peace and tranquility were a welcome solace from the tumultuous reality of your situation. You could spend hours getting lost in the beauty of the dawning sun.

You should have known this temporary serenity was not to last.

That Sunday had started out much like any other morning. You poured yourself a cup of coffee, changed into a pair of leggings with a matching sports bra, and slid on some comfortable running shoes. It was a little before dawn, and you were hoping to catch the breathtaking sight of the sunrise along the sandy marshes of the island. You weren’t scheduled to work, so you had all the time in the world to explore and enjoy nature. You planned to make the most of it.

You start off by walking to a well-known bakery to purchase some freshly made kkwabaegi. The crispiness of the fried dough complements your coffee perfectly. After eating your sweet treat, you continue your journey, heading southbound for a local beach. The area was usually a tourist trap in the summer, but it was much less populated at this time of day.

The moment your foot connects with the sand, you are instantly hit by the familiar smell of lavender and sandalwood. You begin to panic.

Shit! It was that alpha from a few weeks ago!

You know the right thing to do, the reasonable thing to do, would be to turn back and run. You were all alone in a secluded area with someone who was potentially dangerous. The last time you were near them, you had been rendered completely helpless just from their pheromones alone. If you got too close to them, you could end up going into another heat.

The other possibilities were more nightmarish. You’d heard horror stories about depraved alphas who would kidnap omegas and force them into becoming their mates against their will. Dominance amongst alphas these days was often synonymous with entitlement, something many of them would use to justify their disgusting actions. If this person nearby was of the same barbaric mindset…

Despite the storm of conflicting emotions raging within you, you remain rooted to the spot. It was just no use; you couldn’t convince yourself to retreat. Curiosity and the need for closure far outweighed your fear and anxiety. You had to find out the identity of this individual, regardless of the risk.

You steel yourself before nervously trudging in the direction of the scent. For whatever reason, the strength of the alpha’s pheromones was nowhere near the same extent as it was on that night. It was soothing this time, like a hot shower at the end of an exhausting day. Had the increased dose of your heat suppressants been responsible for this? Well, no use in questioning it now.

As the aroma grows stronger, you find yourself heading closer towards the sea. The sun was starting to peak over the tussling waves, and you briefly turned your head to avoid receiving an eyeful of blinding light. It’s in the periphery of your vision that you finally see him: the alpha that had been evading you for so long.

Even from a several yards away, you can tell he’s quite tall; standing at a height of around 185 cm. He’s also naked from the waist up, with only a pair of shredded jeans on his figure. But what captivates you most is the feverishness and intensity of his gaze. No one had ever looked at you like this before. It was almost reverent. Like you were some kind of deity.

The man staggers towards you slowly. Had he been hurt? There didn’t appear to be a scratch on him, although his remaining clothes were a mess. You reason that he must be experiencing heat exhaustion. This would explain why he had taken off his shirt. Your hackles lowered, you decide to throw caution to the wind and approach the man.

His body gives out just as you begin to close the distance between the two of you. You immediately pick up the pace, turning your walk into a jog. You’re able to catch him right before he falls face first into the sand. That was a close one, you think, releasing a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding. You’re able to fully take in the man’s appearance now that he was close enough to hold.

He was unspeakably handsome. As a stylist in the entertainment industry, you’ve seen your fair share of gorgeous celebrities. But all of them paled in comparison to the robust beauty of the man before you. Unblemished olive skin that was smooth to the touch. Silken ebony tresses that you were tempted to run your fingers through. And a God-like physique that had your pulse quickening. What you’d give to caress the rippling muscles of his torso...

Just who in the world was this ethereal alpha? And how was he able to sleep so soundly in the arms of a virtual stranger? The man had even nuzzled his face in between the valley of your breasts as if it was the most natural thing on earth! Oddly enough, you weren’t put off by his actions. In fact, you found them to be endearing. Was this what it was like to form a predestined bond with someone?

You briefly consider texting your friends to get help for the man but decide against it once you start weighing your options. If he was transported to the hospital, there was a chance he would be forcibly separated from you. What’s more, if it was found out that he was the one who caused your false heat, there could be far reaching consequences. You were still being monitored on set, and Jinchul might deem this man to be a threat to you.

He didn’t look to be injured, at least not physically, so you rule out the hospital. You deliberate for a few more minutes before ultimately choosing to wait and bide your time until he regained consciousness.

The two of you remain entangled in this strange embrace as stunning shades of orange, red, and yellow paint the sky. The waves shine incandescently in the sunlight, and you find yourself facing the ocean, distracted by its splendor. After a few minutes, you feel something shifting in your arms.

You return your focus to the man. He’s finally started to stir, groggily raising his head from your chest. You both lock eyes, your wide-eyed gaze contrasting with his half lidded one. You see his chapped lips open and close, mouthing only one word: 'Omega.'

You feel a shiver run down your spine. Alpha, your inner omega silently preens, instinct taking over.

The man attempts to talk to you again, but you hush him with the gentle press of your index finger to his lips. He obeys right away and makes no further efforts to speak. You had many questions that you wanted to ask, but that could wait for just a little longer. Your alph – no, this alpha, was in desperate need of some water. He looked awfully parched.

You unzip the tote bag you brought with you and sift through its contents before producing a canteen filled with water. You open it and push the lid to his mouth, motioning for him to drink. He follows your orders without a second thought, taking several generous gulps. Rivulets of excess water drip from the corner of his mouth, down his Adam’s apple, and you find yourself getting distracted by his body again. You internally curse as you feel yourself growing wet. You discreetly press your thighs together, hoping to dull the ache building between them.

You fail to notice the flare of the man’s nostrils or his blown-out pupils as he watches your actions from the corner of his eye.

When he’s finally had his fill, you cap your canteen and place it to the side. You then reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. The man shoots you an uneasy look when he sees it in your hand. Was he unfamiliar with mobile devices? You type a quick message in your notebook app and turn the screen towards him.

“I’m going to use my phone to communicate with you because I have a hearing impairment. Is that alright? I just want to make sure you aren’t hurt.”

The boyish look of surprise that crosses his face while he reads doesn’t escape you. He must not have been expecting you to be deaf. You anxiously await his response, unsure of what his reaction will be.

His expression morphs into something akin to barely concealed wonder, and he nods his head. You breathe deep and type away on your phone again. Your next message elaborates on your concerns.

"First, can you tell me if you’re in any pain or if you’re injured? If you are, I can get an ambulance for you. My name is Y/N, by the way.”

His eyes quickly flit over your words. In response, he dips one of his fingers into the wet sand. You’re curious at first, until you start to recognize the shapes that he’s drawing as letters. Why was he writing in the sand? Was he not comfortable with using your phone?

Once finished, his message reads:

“I’m unharmed. I do not need help. Thank you for the water.”

Great, so he wasn’t hurt. Now you can finally focus on getting some damn answers!

You start typing furiously, pouring all your heart into unspoken anger. As soon as you’re finished you nearly slam the mobile device into the man’s face. He blinks owlishly, looking adorably confused by your actions. You don’t know whether you want to slap or kiss him.

“Now that I know you’re okay, can you please answer a few questions for me? Tell me, were you sailing near a large yacht a few weeks ago? There was this scent that day, an alpha’s scent. It smelt incredible. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to find this person. And then I came across you! You have the exact same smell as them! And you’re obviously an alpha yourself since you recognized me as an omega right away. Please, just tell me who you are! I ended up going into heat because of that alpha, and I feel like I’ve been losing my mind over them!”

The man’s face flickers from shock to guilt as he reads your explosive words. You regret typing them almost immediately when you see the sadness in his steel gray eyes.

He tries to use your phone to write back, but he’s clumsy and ends up swiping his fingers over a bunch of random characters. He huffs and bites his lip, clearly embarrassed. Crap, now you were feeling even worse about unleashing your tirade on him. You’ve always had a temper on you, and it often led to you lashing out and hurting the people you cherished most. And now you had allowed your mounting frustration to get the better of you in front of this poor man. For all you knew, he could be an innocent bystander who was just trying to get some help after becoming overheated.

You had to set things right.

You gently take the phone from the man’s hands, place it in your lap, and cup his cheek. He nervously glances at you, afraid that you’ll still be mad at him. But he’s greeted by your warm smile instead. Reassured, his shoulders relax, and he leans into your touch. After a few moments, you withdraw your hand, eager to continue the conversation. You can’t help but mourn the loss of contact as you resume your typing, however. Your next message reads:

“I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have taken out all my anger on you, especially when you probably don’t have anything to do with this. Please, allow me to start all over again and explain everything to you. Just so I can confirm if you’re the same person I bumped into several days ago. And don’t worry about having to use my phone. I’ve got a pen and a notebook you can write on.”

His eyes take on a hopeful sheen, and you have to force yourself to part from him in order to get to your bag. He really was too charming for his own good, this strange alpha…

That reminds you, you still hadn’t gotten his name!

Once the writing utensils are given to him, he starts scribbling away. His chicken scratch is barely legible, but it was better than nothing. Your handwriting wasn’t necessarily the best either, if you were being honest. He wrote:

“Omega, you are not at fault for anything. I should be the one asking for forgiveness. I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most. My name is Sung Jin-woo, an alpha from Jindo-gun. I am the person who was exploring the area around that large boat several nights ago. I became worried when I smelt an omega’s scent. It was you; you were the omega I was seeking that day. I should have shown myself to you sooner. What happened to you after I left? Did any other alphas approach you?"

Sung Jin-woo, huh? It suited him. He had an oddly formal way of writing though, one that clashed with his youthful appearance. This time, you don’t miss the possessiveness in his eyes as he writes that last sentence.

‘Did any other alphas approach you?’

You gulp, reminiscing over the entire ordeal with Kang Taeshik. Should you even tell Jin-woo? By now the problem had been resolved and Taeshik was already fired. There was no reason for you to make Jin-woo feel even worse about causing your heat.

In the end, you choose not to mention Taeshik. He was out of the picture, and you didn’t have to worry about him anymore.

You resume typing in your notebook app, your response stating:

“No, not really. My boss found me on the verge of passing out, though. He’s an alpha so he could tell why I wasn’t feeling well. I was taken to a hospital by my friends since they’re both betas. I had to stay in bed for a week, but as you can already tell I’m alright now. I’m just glad I was finally able to meet you, Jin-woo 😊 You see, I work on that big ship. I’m a makeup artist and hair stylist, and the yacht is the set for a movie that’s being filmed…”

The next few hours pass in companiable silence as you communicate through pen strokes and text messages. Both you and Jin-woo had shared a considerable amount about one another over this time span.

You learn that Jin-woo had grown up on the island, much like you. He lived with his mother and little sister on the outskirts of town and served as the sole provider of the family after his father passed away. When you question what he did for a living, he paused before writing he was a fisherman. This would explain why he was out so early in the morning. The most ideal times to fish were sunset and sunrise. But how had his clothes gotten torn up like that? When you asked, he merely answered that he fell off his boat and had almost gotten swept up in the propellor. Apparently, his shirt and pants had been destroyed by the turning of the blades. You were incredulous at first, given just how dangerous that sounded, but Jin-woo had a way of selling you with his words. You eventually found yourself believing him despite your previous skepticism. He must have also been fishing that night two weeks ago.

Jin-woo had asked you many questions as well. He seemed particularly concerned about your heat cycle. When you disclosed the cause of it was your compatibility with him, his entire body tensed. Jin-woo’s hands then started to shake and you took one of them in your own to calm him. He glances at you, and you’re taken aback by the fire in his eyes. For the briefest of moments, you fear that you might’ve revealed something you shouldn’t have. Before you can compose an apology, Jin-woo releases your hand, picks up his pen, and starts writing again. Once finished, he gives you the notebook with an expression of apprehension on his face.

“Is this something you’re comfortable with? Now that we’ve met, I’m really interested in getting to know you more. But how do you feel about me? Do you want to continue this conversation? I understand if you’d want me to leave after everything you were forced to endure.”

How did you feel about him?

You mull over all that’s occurred since returning to your hometown. You had never expected to encounter so many trials and tribulations. By all accounts, you had every right to cease any further contact with Jin-woo. But you were undeniably intrigued by him. He had been nothing but respectful of your boundaries, and you found yourself being drawn in by his earnest personality. If nothing else came from this meeting between the two of you, then at least you could become friends.

You type an honest response and wait on bated breath as he reads it:

“I’m not sure how I feel about us right now. Honestly, I don’t believe in things like destiny or fate when it comes to finding a soulmate. But I do want to continue seeing you. I also would like to learn more about you as a person. Maybe we can take things slow and figure it out from there. What do you say, Jin-woo😉?”

All the anxiety seems to melt away from Jin-woo’s face. A cute grin tugs at his lips, lighting his darkened visage.

His answer is succinct:

“I’d really like that, Y/N.”

Your heart skips a beat. That was the first time he used your name.

A small part of you starts to wonder if the two of you really are fated to be together. Cheesy as it sounds, you were more than willing to take a chance on this budding relationship with Jin-woo.

Little did you know this meeting would set in motion a series of tragic events that would shatter countless lives and forever leave a stain on the island’s reputation.

🔱 To be continued...

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piastrixpole · 9 months ago

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ménage à trois - pierre gasly & kika gomes

pairing: pierre gasly x kika gomes x fem!engineer

genre: smau

faceclaim(s): madison beer, pinterest girls

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Trouble in paradise for our favourite Frenchman?🚗💨Spotted after the Brazilian GP getting cosy with a mystery brunette who is not his girlfriend 👀 Sources say the two were all over each other in the club and left together later that night

user1: I feel so bad for Kika, she was there supporting him! 💔

user2: Messy, messy, messy. I need to see how he explains this 👀

user3: I can’t believe he’d do this while she’s right there! She deserves better

user4: Can't believe he'd cheat on a baddie like Kika

user5: Someone find out who she is, we need answers ASAP!

->user6: maybe it's just me but it kind of looks like yn ln!

user5: his engineer? nurse she's out again

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Te amo Brasil! So proud of Pierre and our first podium together! 🏆 Here’s to many more 🫶✨

pierregasly: Merci, Yn!! Best engineer around 👏🏆 I couldn’t have done it without you!

->yourusername: all you mon ami, can't wait to do it again

->user45: are we all seeing this right now? kika get behind me

user12: You’re seriously posting this after the rumours??

user 20: She really has no shame...posting kika as well like she didn't get with her man

francisca.cgomes: Proud of you both!! Well deserved

->yourusername: thank you my love

->user13: this is insane HELLO? not her acting like kika's bsf when she hooked up with pierre

user37: This is messy but I kinda live for it 😳

user17: I'm so disappointed in yn for this! She was such an icon for us aspiring girls in motorsports and then she does this

user2: Imagine being Kika and seeing this post after the gossip 😭

user5: Girl… you know we all caught you on f1gossip, right? 😬

user29: Homewrecker

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[image 1: ☺️ ] [image 2: gorgeous @yourusername]

yourusername replied: te amooo kiks missing you both so much

->francisca.cgomes: we miss you more angel

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[image1: cute date kinda nervous] [image2: ❤️]

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guess the rumours are true...just not in the way you thought they're both my girls

yourusername: love youuu

->pierregasly: my smart girl je t'aime

francisca.cgomes: love you and our girl so much

->pierregasly: And I’m the luckiest to have you both. ❤️👑 Mon coeur et mon amour

charlesleclerc: mate how did you end up with two girls out of your league

->pierregasly: obviously my charm and good lucks

->yourusername: nah it was the tripod😋

->francisca,cgomes: agreed

user20: THROUPLE HARD LAUNCH. I’m screaming, they really did that!

user23: Wait, I love this for them?

user19: Kika the ultimate wag

user 35: I didn’t expect this but… I support it. As long as you’re all happy!

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the ultimate wag

yourusername: te amo lindaaa🤤

->francisca.cgomes: lindinha🥰

pierregasly: my girls

->francisca.cgomes: forever yours meu amor

alexandrasaintmleux: the cutest couple!

user42: obsessed with this hard launch

user35: this is so wholesome 😭

user93: I did not expect this season to give me my new favourite relationship, but here we are

user16: what a plot twist but i stan this power trio

user67: How is it possible for one couple to be THIS perfect?

user48: sleeping on the motorway tonight when is it my turn😫

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Three’s a crowd? Only if you’re not invited. 😉❤️

pierregasly: love you!! even if i can't keep my hands off you ever

->yourusername: i'd go through it again to have you and kiks💗

francisca,cgomes: that's my wifey🤭

->yourusername: put a ring on it baby💋

yourbsf: Finally i couldn't go much longer without fighting someone on your behalf

->yourusername: i adore you

user89: Now THIS is what we call a power move

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#abby's writing #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #poly f1 fic #poly f1 #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #pg10 #kika gomes #kika gomes x reader #pierre x kika x reader

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b3ach-bunn7 · 9 months ago

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CHANGE OUT OF SOMETHING YOU KNOW ~ TOUYA TODOROKI

You’re the League of Villans new healer. Messages between you and their resident arsonist.

October 8th

2:06 pm

You: hi, idk if Shigaraki told you but I’m the leagues new healer!! I think we r bedroom neighbours :D

You: so if u need anything I’m a room away lol

Dabi: K

You: wow so articulate

Seen

October 10th

12:09am

Dabi: Shiggy says go to the bar

You: okay

You: what did he need?

Seen

October 11th:

4:40 pm

You: did u eat my leftovers

Dabi: 🧐

You: BRUH

You: ur buying me more idgaf

Dabi: Hell no

You: I’m gonna tell kugisaki then

Dabi: Okay? Tf is he gonna do

You: aren’t u on his Spotify family plan

Dabi: Fine I’ll fucking buy u more fatty

You: HAHA

October 13th

10:09am

Dabi: Shut the fuck up

Dabi: Ur so loud

You: that’s what she said 😂

Dabi: Actually kys

Dabi: Turn that shit down

You: aw ur so nice 🥰

October 15th

2:06 am

You: can u shut up it’s 2am

Seen

October 19th

1:18 am

You: where r u

You: shig says u need me

Dabi: I don’t need shit

Dabi: I’m fine

You: right so the blood trail leading to ur room is just decor then?

Dabi: Getting a head start on Halloween

You: just let me in 😒

October 20th

3:07 pm

You: where do u get the staples for ur face and stuff

Dabi: Y

You: just Y is crazy 😭

You: I’m getting supplies for the league

Dabi: Target

You: ???

You: they’re just normal staples???

You: I thought they were like medical ones

Dabi: Too expensive

You: brokie

Dabi: Kys

You: okay and what if I did

Dabi: Mission accomplished

You: prick

October 22nd

11:31 pm

Dabi: Need healing

You: what’s the magic word 😁

Dabi: I’ll burn u to a crisp?

You: omw!!!!

October 25th

8:43 pm

You: do u guys do anything for Halloween

Dabi: R we 12

You: duck off

Dabi: 🦆

You: STFY

You: ykw I mean

You: like a party or smth

You: or do I have to source my Halloween activities outside of the league

Dabi: Idk

Dabi: Ask Toga

You: okay thanks for nothing 🙄

Seen

October 25th

10:01 pm

You: ME AND TOGA R HAVING A MOVIE NIGHT

You: 🤪🤪🤪🤪

You: u are invited

Dabi: K

You: its for Halloween so u have to dress up

Dabi: The fuck

Dabi: Y

You: togas never cekebrated Halloween

You: and she got kinda sad when I asked fo i told her we can dress up here

Dabi: Oh

You: so if u can come she’d greatly appreciate it!!!

You: and ig I would too 😒

Dabi: Yh you’d love me there

You: shut up

October 29th

3:43 am

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: R u awake

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: Wake up

You: wtf do u want

You: its theee am

Dabi: Ik but I need you

You: huh

Dabi: Healing

Dabi: Got hit bad

You: oh shit okay

You: you in your room?

Dabi: Tes

You: coming

Dabi: Lol

You: bros dying and is still cracking jokes

October 29th

2:05 pm

Dabi: Does ur quirk always do that

You: do what?

Dabi: Hurt u

You: oh thattt

You: well it like gets rid of ur pain and injury but part of the pain had to go to me

You: has*

You: my pain tolerance is high tho so idm most of the time

You: ur wound was just kinda bad yesterday so it hurt a bit more than usual 😅

You: or this morning ig

Dabi: Oh

Dabi: I didn’t know that

You: lolz it’s okay 😝

You: I’m used to it

Dabi: Thx ig

You: you guess?!??!

Dabi: K

You: YOU kys

October 31st

7:06 pm

You: YOU ACC DRESSED UP :D

Dabi: I’m wearing plastic fangs

You: I see those eyeliner bite marks on ur neck

Dabi: Y r u looking at my neck freak

Dabi: Should be watching the movie not me

You: shut up

You: does this mean u wear eyeliner

Dabi: Shut the fuck up

You: HAHA

Dabi: Never text me again

You: ughhhhhh ur soooo emo 🖤🥀⛓️

Seen

November 4th

5:09 pm

You: DABI

You: DABIIIIIIUIII

You: PLZ MY CREAMTION KING

Dabi: Cremation u freak

You: LMAOOOOO

You: that was an accident

Dabi: What

You: can u come with me and toga to watch the fireworks 😝

Dabi: Ur actually on Togas dick

Dabi: Leave her alone

You: r u jealous I’m not hanging with u :/

You: I promise we can go out

Dabi: Ew

You: rude

You: plzzz just come

Dabi: 😳

You: UR SO GROSS

You: we r leaving at half past

November 8th

4:07 pm

Dabi: Grab black hair dye on ur way home

You: what brand

Dabi: Manic panic

You: wait does this mean ur hair isn’t actually naturally black??

Dabi: No the dyes for Toga

You: ohhh okay

Dabi: Ur so fucking stupid

You: LEAVE ME ALONE 😭😭

You: can I help u dye it 😝

Dabi: No

You: PLEAAAAAAAASE

Missed call

Dabi: Never call me again

You: PLEASE

Dabi: Fuckijg hell

Dabi: Fine

You: YIPEEE

November 12th

1:15 am

You: dabi istg

You: shut the actual fuck up

You: both of you

Missed call

You: bro ur actually pissing me off

You: WE SHARE A WALL

You: I CAN HEAR U TEO FUCKING LIKE IM IN THE ROOM WITH YOU

You: I actually hate you

November 12th

3:06 am

Dabi: Soz

Dabi: Lol

Dabi: We’re finished now

You: yeah I could fucking tell

You: dickhead

Dabi: 🙁

Dabi: I was just giving her a good time

Dabi: I can show you if you’d like

You: she’s literlaly still in the room with you u degenerate

Dabi: You been listening?

Dabi: Freaky 😛

You: FUCK YOU

November 15th

10:06 pm

Dabi: image attachment

Dabi: Tf is this

You: it’s yakult idiot

Dabi: Why is it in my room

You: oh I heard u say to toga u can’t buy them cause

You: ur a famous villain and stuff

You: so I bought some when I was out 😝

Dabi: Why

You: omg we’ve upgraded to full words

You: idk I just saw them and remebered so i grabbed them

You: if u don’t want them I’ll come grab them sorry if I made u feel weird

Dabi: Shut up it’s fine

Dabi: Thx

You: 😝

November 17th

9:07 pm

Dabi: image attachment

You: HAHHA

You: WHAT HAPOENED

Dabi: Some weird ass slime guy in an alley way

Dabi: Spinner got hit

You: he looks like those alien toys that come in the slime eggs

Dabi: 🤣🤣

You: poor baby

You: I can’t heal that

November 20th

11:16 pm

Missed call

Dabi: What did I say about calling me

You: plz pick up

You: I think this guy is following me

You: and I’m scared

You: I took like three turns anrbhes still behind me

Dabi & Y/N, Time elapsed: 45 minutes

November 21st

12:15 am

You: thank you for earlier

Dabi: It’s ok

Dabi: What did he look like

You: uhm a bit shorter than u, brown hair and I think brown eyes

You: he was wearing a green bomber jacket and he was by the corner shop

You: why

Dabi: None of ur business

You: I can hear u leaving ur room

You: where r u going

Dabi: Shut up

You: right 😭

November 22nd

1:06 am

You: bro not again

You: please STOP

You: can’t u go back to their place for once like 😭😭

Dabi: He’s busy 😘

You: girl idgaf

You: go be busy somewhere else

You: or stfu

Dabi: Sorry

Dabi: She took my phone

You: again idgaf just plz shut up I wanna sleep

Dabi: K

You: 🖕

November 24th

9:09 pm

You: me and twice are watching a movie if you wanna join

Dabi: What r u watching

You: hot fuzz 😝

You: a classic

You: u probably don’t even know it

You: it’s kinda underground and too cool for u

Dabi: I do fucking know it

Dabi: Cornetto triology

You: …

You: literally in love with u rn 😍

Dabi: Shut up

Dabi: Coming don’t start without me

You: okayyyyyy

Dabi: Stfu

You: 😞

November 30th

8:07 pm

Dabi: Turn ur music down

Dabi: Y/N

Missed call

You: what did I say about calling me 🥀⛓️🖤

Dabi: Turn ur fucking music down

You: It’s chappel roan 🙁

Dabi: I don’t give a fuck

You: KNEE DEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT

Dabi: Stfu

You: AND UR EATING ME OUT 😔😔

Dabi: You wish

You: :/ don’t ruin Chappel for me

Dabi: I’d show chappel a good time

You: She’s a lesbian u freak

You: EYE will show her a good time

Dabi: Can I watch 😍

You: Ew

Dabi: 😔

December 2nd

6:36 pm

You: bro

You: where tf is kugisaki

You: do yk

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: What do u need

You: I’m so fucking cold

You: the heating in my room isn’t working😔😔😔😔

You: and I’m gonna die of coldness

Dabi: L

Dabi: Can’t relate

You: where r u rn

Dabi: Couch

You: okay I’m coming

You: ur gonna warm me up thanks for offering I accept

Dabi: Tf

You: On my way!

Dabi: Lol

You: shuddup

Dabi: Stay in ur cold room then

You: IM SORDY IM SORRY

You: u can keep talking forever

Dabi: Good girl

Dabi: Bring the yakult from my room

You: okay 😁

December 10th

5:45 pm

Dabi: Are u crying

You: omfg can u hear me

You: that’s so embarassing wtf 😭

Dabi: Why r u crying

You: lmao I’m just on my period

You; I saw a tik tok of those army dads coming home and they always make me cry

Dabi: Lol I just heard u sob again

You: yeah it’s so funny

December 10th

6:10 pm

You: DABI

You: DID U GET ME THESE

You: THE CHOCOLATE AND THE heavy duty pads

Dabi: No

You: :D u so did

You: thank u :((

You: how did u know I like m&ms 😝

Dabi: Cause ur always eating them fatty

You: HEY

You: I’ll cry again

Dabi: Loser

You: yeah a loser u bought chocolate for

December 15th

9:18 pm

Dabi: Why r u crying again

You: why r u watching me freak

You: it’s movie night not Y/N night

Dabi: I can hear u sniffling ur right next to me

You; YH cause ur warm

You: idk my sister loved this movie

Dabi: Why is that making u cry

You: because she’s dead 😁

Dabi: Oh

You: yeah oH

Dabi: Damn

You: LMAO

You: thank u for the comfort 🙏🙏

Dabi: Idk what to say 😔

You: people usually say sorry

Dabi: I’m not saying that shit

Dabi: i didn’t kill her

You: LMAOOO

Dabi: There there

You: that works

You: just keep me warm and I’ll be okay

Dabi: I’m not a human heater

You: my body is telling me smth different

Dabi: 😒

December 18th

5:07 pm

You: bro do u have my laundry

You: I think spinner put it in ur room by accident

Dabi: He did 😁

You: why r u so happy about that

Dabi: Cause ur pink panties are so pretty

You: I’m gonna kill myself!

You: STOP LOOKING AT MY JNDERWEAR

Dabi: Its not my fault theyre all over my bed

Dabi: So u like lace

Dabi: Noted

You: I hope u know I’m on the ledge rn

Dabi: Aw don’t be shy

Dabi: Its nothing I haven’t seen before

You: whore

Dabi: A good one

You: I’m coming to get them and no words will be exchanged between us

Dabi: Boring

December 19th

8:37 pm

You: oh dabi 😁😁😁😁😁

Dabi: No

You: u don’t even know what I want

Dabi: Yes I do

Dabi: Toga and Twice asked me and I said no

You: :(

You: plz it will be so fun

You: and the limit is ten pound plz

You: I haven’t done a secret Santa in ages and forever

Dabi: No

You: pleeeeeaaaaaaaaase

You: :(

Dabi: Fucking hell

Dabi: Ok

Dabi: If I get shiggy I’m buying him Vaseline

You: YIPPEE

You: thank u :D

Dabi: Stfu

December 23rd

11:52 pm

Dabi: Come to my room

You: fuck off

You: yk I can see u from the living room

Dabi: Oh

Dabi: Okay?

You: u ain’t slick lil bro 😭

You: also yk that’s not even mistletoe

You: I think that’s just a twig from outside

Dabi: Again

Dabi: Okay?

You: shut up

Dabi: Plz come to my room I need healing 🙁

You: SHUSH

December 25th

2:06 am

Dabi: y/n

Dabi: why arnet unhere

Dabi: ehy am I dirnkifn with shiggy and teice

Dabi: shouod be with u baby

You: oh dabi :/

You: I told u I wanted to stay and watch Christmas movies with Toga

You: r u drunk

Dabi: ovviusly

Dabi: come to the bar

Dabi: wanna kiss you

Dabi: bring the miserlloe

Dabi: miseltoe

You: shut up

Dabi: xome shut me up with ur mouth

Dabi: so hot

Dabi: are u wearing that lacy underwar

You: plz stop talking about my underwear 🙏

Dabi: vant stop thinking about them

Dabi: wanna fuck you white youve still got them on

You: okay!!!! I think that’s enough drinks for u!!!!!!

Dabi: no im beirng fr

Dabi: ur so hot

Dabi: hmerry christmas

You: merry christmas dabi

Dabi: my lisp really hrut

Dabi: kiss them better

You: hypothetically I could

Dabi: pelase baby

You: goodnight!!

December 26th

3:07 pm

Dabi: I meant all of it btw

You: 😭😭 u drank half the bar

You: how r u even awake

Dabi: Fucking headache

You: I can heal it if u want

Dabi: Please

You: okayyy omw

Dabi: Wait

Dabi: Did u open ur secret Santa

You: wait no I didn’t

You: cause u wanted to be different and leave it in my room and not under the tree

Dabi: Open it first

You: okay………

You: Dabi

Dabi: 😁

You: is this fucking christmas themed lingerie

Dabi: 😁😁😁😁

Dabi: Wear it while u heal me

You: DIE

do I think the LOV would actually be this close and family au? Probably not. Do I care? HELL NO. Ik he’d be such a degenerate even if he is a cutie deep down

also the whole “he’s busy 😘” thing is him trying to get over u and realising he acc wants to fuck YOU and not the random girls he’s picking up on the streets

I feel like my Britishness comes into play so much in these text posts so plz excuse it.. but I just love Touya.. my inspiration has been crazy recently but plz don’t get used to this 😔 uni is only getting busier

#oneshot #fluff #touya todoroki x reader #b3ach bunn7 #dabi/reader #bnha touya #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi mha #dabi smut #dabi my hero academia #touya todoroki #mha touya #touya x reader

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