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itstheoneshot · 3 years

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Summary: Being an actress has its perks, especially when you are cast as a lead role in a drama with an insanely hot co-star.

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Sex, Unprotected Sex.

You have spent all morning on set, filming for the drama you are starring in, hell, you have been here all week, morning to night. The storyline is travelling along well, though you are a little anxious about the scene that you will be filming next. You do not usually get nervous, and you have done many scenes like this before, but it is a little harder for you today, only because of your co-star, and how attractive you find him.

The scene that you are about to start is a sex scene, it is one that has been building up in the plot for a while. In the scene, you - well, your character, Jaeun - come back to Sehun's - well, his character, Taeho - house, and get... close.

"You ready, Jagi?" Sehun teases you, already in character.

You roll your eyes as you throw the bed covers out of your way, climbing onto the mattress and laying flat on your back. Sehun joins you, and you both wait expectantly for the director to call out your next order.

"Robes off, please." The director says.

You nod, reminding yourself that it is all for the show, as you take your gown off, leaving you in nothing but your panties, as Sehun strips down to his underwear, too. You have seen him like this before, you had only just recently shot a scene at a swimming pool, so you were well prepared for how incredible his body is.

Sehun is instructed to position himself next to you, but laying on his side to look in your direction, and it is only another moment before the director makes the starting call.

"And... action!"

Sehun leans in to kiss you, and you kiss him back. Kissing is easy to act, and even easier when it is such a beautiful man that you have to kiss. He tastes so sweet, minty fresh with recently brushed teeth, you lean into the embrace as it gets hot, while Sehun moves to position himself between your legs, hovering over your body.

You have the bedcovers pulled up over Sehun's back, with only his shoulders exposed to the camera, there are still ratings to worry about, and they cannot have this too x-rated, this is not pornography, though to you it feels like it.

Shit, you can feel everything, Sehun's cock, sheathed away in his underwear, you gasp as he grinds into you, fuck, are you even acting anymore? He moves to kiss your neck, while you try desperately to remember the script, what you are supposed to be doing, you run your fingernails down his back, as he turns his head to kiss you again.

"So sweet, Jagi." He purrs, licking along your bottom lip before kissing you again.

You moan into the kiss, and this is when you feel it. His cock, hardening with every grind into you, each moment getting hotter, shit, you are definitely not acting now. The room is full of cameramen, directors, everyone is on set, but here you are, laying under Sehun and feeling your panties stick to you as you get more aroused with every second.

"May I?" Sehun asks, and you realise that he still is in character, bringing you back.

You know that the line is meant for him to be asking you to fuck you, and that according to the cameras, you are already naked. You nod at him, as your lines intended, and you bite your lip as his hands move down your body, teasing your nipples as he grabs at your breasts, until he reaches your core.

You see him stutter, as he feels how soaked you are, muttering a quiet 'Aish~' under his breath. You feel your cheeks flush red, and his cock twitch against your thigh, and you almost faint as you feel him pull your panties to the side so that he can truly feel you. This... definitely was not in the script, his long, slender fingers thrusting into you was definitely not in the script, but fuck, it was helping you act exactly as they had asked you.

You palm his hard cock through his underwear for only a moment before slipping your hand under the elastic, giving you access to grip him and slowly move your hand up and down. You see just how wild this makes him, his eyes never leaving yours, it is like you two are completely alone, and not on a set full of people, while being filmed for a fucking drama.

All of you is begging to praise Sehun, to ask for more, but the scene requires you to be silent, with nothing but moans, as they will be dubbing over with music, so they do not want to have any mouth movements at all. You have no idea how long you have been filming for, but you feel as if you could do this forever, wanting more than you have right now, almost too turned on by the idea of being watched. It must be the actress in you, enjoying the way that everyone could see you, though they do not know what is really happening under the sheets.

Sehun rubs circles on your clit with his thumb, each moment pulling you closer to release, as you stroke him harder, faster, wanting to make him feel as good as he is making you. You know that in the script, you do not reach your peak, and that the scene cuts away before any real excitement happens.

"And... cut!"

It takes a moment for you to come back to reality, as Sehun pulls his fingers out of you, and you let go of him, but god, you were close. You breathe a sigh of both content and frustration, wishing that you had more time, but also glad that you had not just reached peak in front of a full room of people. You pull your robe back on, knotting a bow with the ribbon to cover yourself up.

Sehun smirks at you as you walk off set, nodding as he walks into his dressing room and you enter your own. The day has finally ended for you, and all you can think about is going home and finishing what Sehun had started. Your core throbs, as each step around the room collecting your belongings drives you crazy, shit, you have no idea how you are even going to make it home.

Your phone buzzes where it rests face down on the dressing table. You pick it up to see a message from none other than the man you are co-starring with.

Sehun

Do you need a lift home?

You bite your lip in thought, because yes, you did not drive to work, your manager had driven you this morning, and while you know that you could ask them to drive you home, if Sehun is offering... you definitely will not pass up on that opportunity.

You

That would be great, thank you.

Sehun

Ready when you are, Jagi.

You feel a blush run to your cheeks at Sehun's use of your character's pet name. It only takes a couple more minutes for you to be ready to leave, and as you exit your dressing room you see Sehun standing by the door.

You leave together, stopping to let your manager know that you will not be needing them to take you home. Sehun leads you to his car, opening the passenger door for you to enter before him. He closes the door and walks around to the driver's side, and you sit quietly as he starts the car.

You barely make it a minute out of the parking lot when you feel Sehun's hand grip your thigh. You turn your head to face him, he stares out at the road, but his lips are curled in a smirk, he knows exactly what he is doing.

"Your acting was impeccable today, sweetheart." He purrs, sending shivers through you as his hand moves further up towards where it was on set.

"Yours too, Sehunnie." You reply, growing needy, so you reach across to touch him, too.

"You taste great too, doll. I licked my fingers clean as soon as I got to my room." He continues, his hand now painfully close.

"Bet you taste good too." You reply, feeling his cock stir at your words.

Sehun does not say a word as you undo your seatbelt, all he does is gasp as you lean across from your seat and lift his shirt up enough to kiss the bare skin above his hips. One hand grabbing at his cock through his jeans only momentarily, before snaking up to undo his fly. Without even asking, Sehun lifts himself up for you to pull his jeans down just enough so that you can free his cock from their too-tight confinement.

"Aish~" Sehun breathes as you lean down to close your mouth over the tip of his now-throbbing erection.

You twirl your tongue around it, lapping up the droplets of pre-cum he has leaked, before lowering your head, attempting to take as much of him in as possible. You gag barely halfway down his shaft, then lifting your head to lower it again. Sehun runs his fingers through your hair with one hand, the other gripped tight to the steering wheel as he attempts to focus on the road.

You shift in your seat, giving yourself a better angle to take his cock further down your throat. You feel Sehun's grip tighten in your hair, knotting his fingers and helping to guide you on him, you can feel him getting closer, his breathing is laboured and silent moans escape his pretty mouth.

Suddenly the car stops, and you are jolted forward, taking him in so far that you choke before lifting your mouth off him. Sehun pulls you up, stopping to kiss you before letting you go. You look up, and you see that you are not at your house, instead you are in a parking lot at what you can only assume is Sehun's.

"Inside. Now." He says, reaching down to dress himself before opening the door.

You silently follow Sehun into the building, taking the elevator up to the 15th floor, not getting even a second to admire the beautiful apartment that he lives in, as he takes you by the hand and leads you down the hall.

Instead of the bedroom, Sehun leads you to the living room. The walls are glass floor to ceiling, and you gaze out over the horizon for a moment before Sehun pulls you in to kiss him.

"Thought I was gonna crash the car, sweet girl. You are just incredible with that mouth of yours." He praises you between kisses.

You hold tight to Sehun as he steps you both across the room to the wall, pressing your back up against the glass. His hand slips under your shirt, and he breaks apart from your kiss momentarily to pull the fabric up over your head.

"You liked being watched, didn't you, doll? You loved the idea of all those people seeing you cum on my fingers? I bet you would have put on such a show for them." Sehun drawls, hands moving down your body to the waistband of your jeans.

"Maybe we should give the whole city a show then, sweetheart. I would love to have you flushed up against the glass, fucking you stupid, for the whole world to see." He continues, his words driving you crazy as he hastily unbuttons your fly.

You take his shirt off, just as he pulls your pants down, and he turns you around to see the city skyline. He presses kisses to the back of your neck, as he unclasps your bra and pulls it from you, leaving you in nothing but panties. You hear his own jeans drop to the floor, only a second before you feel him tear your panties from you.

"Still so wet, baby," He observes, "You want me bad, don't you?"

"Mhmm... please Sehunnie." You beg, just as his middle and index finger enter you.

"Shit, I don't want to wait." He groans impatiently, pulling his fingers out only to grab his cock instead.

He teases you for not even a second, before thrusting full force. You fear that the glass you are pressed up against is going to shatter, closing your eyes as both adrenaline and pleasure course through you. You try to imagine how you would look from the outside, as your skin glistens in the sunlight with a thin layer of sweat as Sehun fucks you. Sehun is not quiet, moans and whines fill your ears as you both are overcome with overwhelming pleasure.

Both of you are sensitive from the persistent edging, and you are immeasurably turned on at the idea of everyone in the city being able to see you being fucked like this, body pressed against the glass.

"You love my cock, don't you sweetheart? Can feel the way you're gripping to me, feels good, right?" Sehun asks you.

"Aish... shit, yes... Sehun, I love your cock, fuck you are huge." You praise him, crying out as he fucks you harder with each positive word.

"Best cock I've ever had, Hunnie... so pretty, making me feel so fucking good. God, I don't wanna finish but you're gonna make me, gonna cum all over your cock." You continue, stuttering as you attempt to hold your orgasm back.

Sehun reaches down, fingers furiously teasing your clit, making it impossible to do anything but let yourself go. With silent cries of his name, your body convulses as Sehun fucks you through your high, only to falter in his own movements as he releases too, thrusting his seed deep into you with messy strokes.

"Fuck, so good for me, baby..." He praises, as he pulls out and lets go of you.

Your legs are weak, and you slide down to the floor to dress yourself. Breathless and dizzy after finally being able to cum, after edging for too long, you are a mess as you come down from your peak.

Sehun smirks at you as he dresses himself, though he reaches out to help you up from the floor, pulling you in to kiss you breathless again.

"Do you need me to take you home now? Or if you'd like... you can stay for dessert?" He asks.

You stare up at the handsome man, who is gripping you tight around the waist, and you almost faint at the idea of being fucked by him, but a tingling stir in your stomach has you already dreaming of more, so you nod at him, and whisper your reply.

"I'll stay, please."

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huihuiheart · 4 years

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Unchained - Wolf! Bang Chan

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Pairing: Wolf Hybrid! Chan x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, smut

Summary: You knew your boyfriend was likely up to no good, but you assumed it was just a slight drug problem or something of the sort. At least, until he takes you with him, something you agree to only to know what kind of man you’re dating. Only to find out it’s much worse than you think, he’s been helping kidnap hybrids for illegal underground fights. Something you can’t stomach, but you also can’t just do nothing...which is exactly what the authorities would do. So you decide to break the hybrids out before you leave, only in the process you may end up stuck with a hybrid of your own.

Warnings: Hybrid Fights, Violence, aggression, domestic abuse? (an ex gets a little rough/aggressive), blood, slight gore, underground fighting, mentions of kidnapping, drugs, alcohol, betting, mentions of death, cops/detectives, gun fights, bullet wounds, unprotected sex, cursing, biting, marking (kind of, briefly mentioned), clothes ripping, Chan is impatient, and somewhat feral, bondage, oral (f! receiving), overstimulation, spanking, choking (slight).

Word Count: 14,754

Note: The story starts with you and your soon to be ex, it takes a little bit for Chan to show up...once he does though, oh boy....

Taglist: @lovesfaith @blessgguk

Taeho had been your boyfriend for a long time, years in fact. That’s how you knew as soon as something was up with him. At first, you had assumed it was just something temporary, a lapse in self-control brought on by the stress of his daily life. Which is why you’d kept quiet and to yourself, to begin with, as long as you weren’t having to clean up behind the problem and he wasn’t bringing it home you assumed everything would be okay, and that it wouldn’t be long for him to return to his normal self again.

Only, this all started six months ago and it seemed that if anything whatever it was only got worse. He disappeared more often or showed up at odd times of the night without warning. He never brought any signs of what he was doing home to you, leaving you to wonder if he was cleaning up at his own apartment before surfacing again or if he got into something you hadn’t quite considered before.

Whatever it was, you weren’t sure that you could continue to live in mystery. It was killing you inside not knowing if he’d even show up again or if he’d be dead. Or what if you got a call from the authorities saying he had gotten into trouble while drunk or high. You needed to know what was happening to know if he needed professional help or if you could at least talk some sense into him, for your own sake just as much as his. So you sent the text, asking him to come over to talk while you collect your thoughts.

Taeho comes in and smiles at you as he sets his keys down and gets settled in your familiar apartment, “Hey babe, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

You take a shaky breath, willing yourself to find your earlier confidence again now, “I wanted to talk about how you’re sneaking around all the time now. It worries me.”

Taeho pouts a little, before chuckling and coming over to squish your cheeks some, “Are you worried I’m cheating on you baby? I could never. You don’t have to worry about that one bit.”

“I wasn’t worried about that being what it was.” You frown slightly at how dismissive he seems to be about the whole thing, “My thing is just that if you’re having to sneak around then whatever it is you probably shouldn’t be doing. I’m worried that whatever it is will cause bigger problems and maybe you won’t come home one day or something. So what is it? Drugs? Alcohol? You can tell me...”

Taeho sighs, pulling away slightly to run a hand through his hair, “You’re right, it’s not exactly legal. It’s not like that though baby, it’s not an addiction. It’s no big deal either, it’s just a way I can make more money for our future. So don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing, okay?”

“If it wasn’t a big deal you’d trust me with the details, instead of hiding everything from me and leaving me to have a heart attack when you show up at four in the morning.” You counter firmly, not having any of his excuses.

“How about this? I’ll think about it, and when I leave today I’ll leave your key. That way I can’t get in and scare you in the middle of the night? I have to give you advance warning then?” Taeho bargains and you can’t find it in yourself to argue, nodding softly, and letting things seemingly return to normal for the evening.

It had been about a week after your conversation with Taeho that you got the text. The one where he finally conceded to your wishes. Though now as you read and reread over the arrangement your gut twisted, not sure if this was such a great idea. What exactly had you gotten yourself into?

Still, you were insistent on figuring out if your boyfriend needed help or not, and there was no way you could do that at home without any of the details. So you got ready, throwing on something simple, just jeans and a hoodie in hopes of being able to be somewhat hidden wherever you ended up. Though you weren’t sure if that would be possible, maybe just being with Taeho would draw attention to you. Either way, it was too late to go back now as Taeho let you know he was at your building.

Getting into the passenger seat you could swear Taeho could hear your pounding heart. He paused looking at you for a moment as if debating himself if he was actually going to do this, before sighing softly and starting the car up again.

“You don’t have to come, you know. Once you know about this, there’s no going back. You can’t claim you were never involved anymore, if someone finds out you know stuff you could get into serious trouble. Otherwise, you have to stay quiet about it okay?” Taeho looks you firmly in the eyes as if warning you of what was to come. You simply nod though, staying quiet and unmoved waiting for him to drive off.

After about fifteen or so minutes he pulls into an empty lot near a metro station, turning the car off and getting out. Gesturing for you to follow his lead as he heads down into the station, one you weren’t familiar with as this wasn’t considered the best part of town.

“Stay close, or there might be some trouble,” Taeho whispers, offering you his hand to take as you go down and into the station, standing on the platform.

You quickly notice that there’s no station security here, only one or two homeless and no one else. Taeho waits for the next train to pass, before jumping down onto the tracks and holding his arms out to help you down as well. You’re hesitant, more so now than before with your location, but follow him.

Taeho notices and tries to ease you some, “Don’t worry, the cameras here are down and the next train doesn’t come for a half-hour. We'll be fine.”

His insistence leads you to follow him down the track in the direction that the train came from until you find a little maintenance platform hidden in the side of the tunnel. He helps you up before following, into the little abandoned inlet, opening the door and leading down the stairs to a basement section. Leading you through a few turns until you came to a door with a man standing outside, no doubt guarding it against any unwanted visitors.

“Hey Jeup, she’s with me.” Taeho nods to the man who looks over you for a moment, before getting the door for you both and stepping aside to let you in.

Slipping down one last set of stairs you’re in a dimly lit large room, the center area spotlighted as crowds form around it. Money and drinks being thrown around. You spot more than one questionable substance in the area. Three men walking over to you and your boyfriend.

“Hey Taeho, I wasn’t sure you were gonna make it.” The man leading them chuckles and claps your boyfriend on the back, “And you brought a guest.”

“You know I wouldn’t miss this match, it’s big and it’s my fighter. Of course, I’d be here.” Taeho chuckles and you feel your stomach churning as you start to put some of the pieces together. “Yeah, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Jian, and this is Ungjae and Changbin. They’re two of my best. Though your boyfriend certainly brings in a pretty penny too, he’s found me some of the best fighters. Gotta keep the crowds entertained after all.” The man laughs a little, the other men smirking.

You feel slightly relieved knowing that it won’t be your boyfriend who is fighting, but still, you have an unsettling feeling about this. You knew that underground fights of any sort were bad news, your lack of details about these only worrying you further. Did they even have any care about rules here?

“She’s kinda shy and new to all this.” Taeho jokes with the men, slipping his arm around your middle.

“Well, we’ll be seeing you around Y/N. We have a fight to get set up though.” Ungjae nods before the three leave through the crowd.

That very crowd parting for you and your boyfriend as you come through, people recognizing Taeho, “ If you don’t want to look then just tell me, but otherwise you need to keep quiet.”

His whisper is harsh in your ear, yet you can barely make it out over the commotion that the crowd is giving as another man slips into the center area to announce the upcoming right as two others push large covered cages into the area. You feel the sickening feeling in your gut bubbling up at just what you’re about to witness. Assuming it would be some kind of fight between animals, ones you might not be able to look at the same way again after today.

The feeling only gets worse though when the cages are uncovered to reveal two hybrids, their names being announced through the microphone the man is holding. The names mean nothing to you though, even if you could have made them out over the pounding of your heart in your ears. The crowd seems to love it, however, the fighters being two of the big ones here. A wolf hybrid on the left and a lion hybrid on the right.

“Chan, the wolf hybrid is mine.” Your boyfriend whispers, before sighing as he sees your frightened, or rather appalled look, “Don’t be like that baby...they’re just animals, not like us. If you really can’t stomach it though, go to the back and buy a drink. I’ll get you when it’s over.”

You shake your head slightly, not sure what you’re going to do. When Chan looks over though, and into your eyes, you almost feel like you’re going to cry. Leaving back through the crowd to go find a drink like Taeho suggested, knowing there was no way you’d be able to stomach what was about to happen. You also weren’t sure there would be a way to stop it either though.

You down your drink quickly, hoping that along with the cheers of the crowd will be enough to drown out the sounds of the fight. You’re out of luck though as the growls, cries, snapping of jaws, and bones sound clearly through the room. There no way you could drown that out, or the guilt gnawing at you, yet what could you possibly do? You were clearly outnumbered and out forced by people who saw no problems with any of this. Plus you knew the authorities rarely gave more than a slap on a wrist to people who mistreated hybrids. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize someone was coming over to you.

“You can’t stomach it, can you?” Changbin asks leaning against the bar near you, “It’s okay, neither can I.”

Your brows furrow as you look at him, “Then why are you even here?”

Changbin leans in and sends you a flash inside his jacket, where a badge is hidden, before moving to whisper to you, “I’m undercover...hybrid division...and I’m trusting you by letting you know this because I can tell you don’t belong here and I don’t want you to end up in any worse of a situation. So if you’re willing to listen to me, then we’ll help each other out here. Okay?”

You glance back into the crowd to ensure that Taeho is still occupied before nodding at Changbin, “Okay, but what can I possibly do to help you?”

“Well...I’m not going to lie and say it’ll be easy or safe...but I’m hoping you’ll help me break the hybrids out. I can’t get it authorized by higher-ups yet, because this ring is bigger than just what you see today. We still need information, so I can’t risk exposing my identity to them.” Changbin starts, taking a turn at checking to see if you two had drawn attention, “I have a copy of the keys to their cages though and on the back way out you’ll pass by them. What I want you to do is break up with Taeho or at least just insist he point you the way out, it’s crucial he doesn’t go with you. Then get as many cages open on your way out, but be quick. Afterward, call me and let me know everything is okay. I’ll have someone check in as protection just in case. Whatever you do though...don’t take any of the hybrids to your house. Can you do that?”

You debate with yourself for a moment, not sure if you could follow through with what he was asking. At the end of the day though, you’d managed to follow through on getting yourself into this situation and you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You find yourself nodding again, holding your hand out for Changbin to slip the keys and paper with his number into. Items that you’re quick to hide in your pockets. Everyone thoroughly invested in the fight as it comes to a roaring end. The fight was closer than anyone could have predicted, as the cheers exploded and the winner helped back into his cage...what’s left of the loser being carted off who knows where. Changbin disappears into the crowd before anyone loses interest in the ring and spots you two talking, leaving it up to you at this point.

"Babe! I won! My fighter won! Plus I bet on him, do you understand how much I just made for us?" Taeho comes over and tries to crush you in an excited hug, only to be confused as you push his arms away. "What is it, what's wrong?"

"I...I can't be here right now...I can't be with you....not knowing that you're doing this. I...I need to leave right now and I don't want you with me...ever." You get out backing up as you shake your head.

Taeho sighs and advances towards you, "Come on baby, there just animals, what does it matter?"

You scoff, "You say that like it makes it better? If you were dogfighting I'd still be disgusted in you. Besides the only person acting like an animal here is you. Now point me the way out and don't show your face to me again."

Taeho shakes his head pointing towards the back like Changbin had earlier, "If you go that way it's a straight shot out. Don't expect me to just drop this conversation though. I'll give you time and then we're gonna talk about it. I can't just not talk to you about it."

You knew you didn't want that, but you were afraid of what the repercussions of making a scene right now might be. So you simply nodded, shoulders slumping in defeat as you headed out the door leading to the back way out. Creeping your way through the damp hallways, the smell of mold and sewage rampant but something you ignored as you came to the first cage. Checking around once more before quickly unlocking it and starting to work your way through the room hoping to get them all. You were almost done when you heard the sound of voices approaching, signaling that you were about out of time. Turning to leave your eyes locked with the same pair from the ring, only now they held slightly less life in them. Chan having been torn up pretty badly in the fight he'd just been in. Looking like he likely stood no chance if you left him here to face off what would no doubt be an infection in one if not many of his wounds later.

So you worked fast to open the cage, ignoring the growl from the wolf hybrid as you moved to help him out. You knew he likely hated you and for good reason, you were a stranger in this environment that had only brought him suffering and pain. You could worry about the dangers of helping him later though. For now, you just needed to get the two of you out...and fast.

“I promise I’m trying to get you someplace better than this, but if they get us then we’re both dead. So I’m gonna need you to help me out.” You whisper to Chan as you slip his arm around your shoulders, your own going around his center to help him out. Moving as quickly as the two of you can ignore Chan’s grumbles as the voices get louder and start to sound somewhat pissed, worrying you that they’d caught onto your acts.

Slipping out the back entrance you make your way down the street, tossing the keys you’d used in some random trash can so that if they caught up to you no one would find any proof you’d done what you had. You were starting to panic though, Chan needed help...you couldn’t just leave him. Yet, Changbin had explicitly said not to take any of the hybrids back to your house. Doing the only thing you could think, you used your free hand to try and call him on the number he gave you, slipping into an alleyway to let Chan sit down to rest.

Changbin taking long enough to answer that you weren’t quite sure he would pick up, “Are you alright Y/N? Is something wrong?”

“Changbin, I got all the cages open...but one of them was hurt from the fight...I think you called him Chan. I helped him get out, he needs more though... I’m worried he’s gonna die or something if I leave him. What should I do?” You whimper over the phone taking turns watching between the street and Chan for his well-being.

“You didn’t take him to your house, did you? They have trackers Y/N...if they spot him at your house there’s going to be a whole slew of problems.” Changbin panics over the phone as you hear a car door close, “In fact where are you? I’m on my way to help.”

“I’m still close to the station...too close I’m afraid. In an alleyway.” You urge Chan up again before he can get any worse helping him to slip out the alley and start away again.

“I’m sending you directions now, to a doctor who specializes in hybrids and a friend of mine. Start heading there, I’ll follow the same path and when we cross I’ll pick you and Chan up.” Changbin says, starting up his car, “Oh and Y/N...be careful. I’ll be there soon.”

When he hangs up, you pull up his directions starting to follow them as Chan grumbles again making you sigh, “Listen...be as bitchy and growly as you want later, but right now your life and mine are on the line so shut it and just come with to the doctor so he can help you.”

“I never asked for anyone’s help. Especially not yours, so why don’t you just run along now to someone who actually gives a fuck. It’s not like you really did anything for me. Fight to live in there or fight to live out here, what’s the real difference.” Chan snaps at you, his harshness stinging slightly despite you knowing it’s his history with people and not you specifically.

“I’m not just going to leave you to die! I don’t care if I have to drag you there I will, but I don’t think that either of us wants that.” You insist already somewhat dragging him along, despite him holding some of his weight still.

“Why the hell not? Why would you possibly want to help me? Do you want a little pet or something? Cause that’s not happening princess.” Chan scoffs waiting for you to announce some underlying motive behind your actions.

“Because I couldn’t live with myself if I just left you. It’s not right. Leaving someone who’s hurt...who you can help all alone to suffer and die. I’m not someone who wants you for a pet. I want you to have a life, which is definitely not on the table if you die. So let’s get you your health back first and then worry about any other obstacles to you getting a full life after that’s resolved, okay?” You don’t get a verbal response from Chan, considering he had no idea what to say. Not used to being treated like an actual person before, his heart softening some at your conviction, it proving you truly had pure intentions. You get some form of an answer though when he straightens up slightly, cooperating further in your helping him.

Chan’s body language changed again though when Changbin pulled up, not trusting him in the least. His gut trusted you, however, and that’s what won out, convincing him to get into the back of the car with you. Letting Changbin drive you two off to an unfamiliar place. One he also was not fond of with how sterile and medical it smelled, only used to that from whenever those who fought them needed something done...like putting in the tracker that was now going to need to be taken out.

“Minho! We need help! He has a tracker though, so take care of that first and give it to me...I’ll make sure you all have plenty of time here.” Changbin calls into the clinic another man popping out to lead the way.

Minho makes quick work of the tracker in Chan’s arm, handing it to Changbin who runs off with it after apologizing for getting you into this mess and leaving you and Chan to find another way home. Before Minho is laying Chan back and getting things ready, putting in a drip iv since he was both dehydrated and it was the best way to give him painkillers at this point.

“He’s going to need someone to look out for him while he recovers,” Minho tells you, starting to stitch up an injury. Chan watches him closely, wary of the situation while he slowly starts to fade out of consciousness due to the meds.

“I can keep an eye on him, I might not do a perfect job but I’ll try my best.” You nod at Minho before smiling at Chan, “You just rest up now, and get better. It’ll all be okay, I promise.”

Chan’s not sure where he is or how much time has passed. all he knows is his eyelids are heavy and his brain foggy. Trapped in a haze from the meds the previous night, yet fighting past it as the smell of food wafted throughout the apartment. His brows furrowing as he sits up, in an unfamiliar bed at that. Not that he was used to any bed, even still knowing that this was someone else’s set his nerves ablaze.

What calmed him though was picking up your scent, this was your bed...yet your scent wasn’t strong enough to imply you slept beside him last night. His assumption confirmed as he looked around and spotted a much less comfortable-looking armchair converted into a makeshift bed while a fit aid kit sat on the night table between the chair and where he slept.

Chan is slow about getting out of bed, being careful of his injuries and the remaining effect of the medicine, yet unable to ignore the call of food. Letting it lead his way to where you were working in the kitchen, mouth-watering at both the sight and the smell as he watched you closely. He wondered to himself if he’d have to sneak any of that for himself though, would you share with him or would you give him something less grand like everyone had before. He couldn’t deny that you treated him differently, yet everyone had their limits...didn’t that?

“Are you feeling alright?” You ask, having spotted him when you finally looked up, “If you’re in pain you can sit down and I can get you something for that really quick. The food is almost done anyway since you shouldn’t take them on an empty stomach.”

“I’m feeling alright at the moment actually, better than after most fights like this to be honest.” Chan admits quietly, slowly stepping closer, “Is that for me too?”

You chuckle and nod, “Yeah, there’s no way I can eat all this by myself. Besides I thought that a good high protein breakfast would help you get some of your energy back and help you recover some more. Sound good?”

“That sounds...that sounds amazing. Thank you.” Chan is flabbergasted, practically in awe of your attitude towards him. As if he was just any other person to you.

“Alright go sit then, don’t strain your injuries. I’ll bring it to you in a minute.” You shoo him away with a smile. Chan’s face is graced with a tiny smile of his own as he moves to listen without much fight for once, looking around to take everything in as he sits at the table. Joined by you with the food after not too long.

“If you’re still hungry afterward I can always make more or you can help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen. Just try not to eat too fast. Minho said sometimes the meds can make your stomach a little sensitive and I don’t think it would be good if you got sick right now.” You advise him as you take your seat, “So...I never actually asked, what’s your name?”

Chan’s brows furrow as he looks up at you after quickly shoveling his first bite of food in, “I mean you know what they called me...Chan...”

You shrug, eating some of your food, ”Yeah, well that’s not what I asked is it? I didn’t ask what they called you, I asked what your name was.”

“Christopher...my name is Christopher.”

The day seemed to pass fairly well, Chan slowly getting more comfortable in your apartment, not that you minded. You encourage him to rest from time to time and let him clean up and put on some clothes you’d run out and gotten for him. Occasionally checking your phone to see if any news came up about what you had done or Changbin texted you anything just in case.

You knew something would come up from last night though you would be naïve to think otherwise. Especially after what Taeho had told you before you left. The chaos coming crashing back into your peaceful little bubble when a fist pounds against your door. Chan’s eyes darkening as he looks over at it, already recognizing the scent on the other side.

“Y/N! Open this door right fucking now! We need to talk!” Taeho yells through the door, making you tense and panic. Your hands shake slightly as you give Chan your phone.

“Chris, take this and text Changbin what’s happening, he’ll send help. Go hide in my room or something, don’t let him know you’re here, or that information might get out.” You whisper to him, knowing that he’d have no problems hearing you.

Chan debates for a moment, not wanting to leave you...especially if you were going to face your pissed-off ex-boyfriend. Yet, he knew it would be better if the information about what you had done didn’t get out. For your sake, as much as his, he knew these were dangerous people, and Taeho was by no means the worst of them. So he went and disappeared into your room, texting Changbin, who he still didn’t necessarily trust, but if it would help and keep you safe he would do it.

You crack the door open and sigh softly at Taeho, “What the hell do you want? I thought you said you’d give me time before showing up to talk about this again?”

Taeho huffs, forcing the door open, not caring if it stays that way as he advances on you, “Yeah, well that’s before you made the dumbass decision to break all of them out.”

You back up as he moves closer, body language screaming aggression, and you hope you can either convince him to leave or help gets here before anything can happen, “What are you even talking about, Taeho?”

“Right after you left, all the hybrids were broken out. You really want to tell me that wasn’t you? After you were oh so disgusted by what was going on? I go out and make us good money, and you turn around and do this to me...well guess what, now it’s my ass on the line, so you better start talking before I turn it around onto you. I will throw you to the wolves if I have to for my own sake.” Taeho hisses, backing you against a wall with no way out.

“Sure, I was disgusted, but how would I even have managed to get them out, Taeho? Huh? They were in cages. What could I do?” You counter trying to push him off, but he doesn’t budge.

“They were, and then someone changed that. I’m guessing it was you, considering everyone else there has been there for a good while.” Taeho shoves you back against the wall.

“Once again, how would I have opened the fucking cages, Taeho? What? Did I just see some bolt cutters lying around and decide to take matters into my own hands?” You purposely throw out a made-up way of opening the cages, and it gets him to give you a little space to breathe at least.

“No...they were open with keys.” Taeho’s voice softens slightly, taking a step back enough to let your now sore back finally come off the wall.

“How would I have gotten my hands on those keys? The only person I would know well enough to be able to sneak them off was you? Were your keys missing? Cause that should be your answer right there? Now, if you’re done throwing out baseless accusations, get the fuck out of my house and go look for whoever the person with a new moral compass is.” You shake your head, hand rubbing slightly at your back.

“Oh, I’m not leaving just yet. I have a feeling you know something at least. Even if you weren’t the one who was behind it, and I’m going to figure out what it is.” Taeho insists, looking around your apartment before spotting two sets of everything laying around, “Who else is here, Y/N?”

“No one, what are you talking about?” You play it off, and he rolls his eyes.

“Two cups of coffee I wouldn’t have batted an eye at, but two take-out meals when you’re on your current healthy eating kick...not so much. Before you make up excuses, I can see that both boxes are empty. So save it and tell me who the fuck is here with you.” Taeho hisses, and when you scoff he grabs your arm, squeezing painfully tight, “I don’t have time for games.”

“Let go of me. No one is here, and even if someone was, that’s not your goddamn business. I don’t want you in my life anymore. That means I can have whoever the hell I want over here, and I don’t have to justify shit to you about it.” You respond, trying to pull out of his grip.

Taeho shoves you behind him, cursing under his breath, “Whatever, it is my business cause I’m the one who’s going to have to pay for it if this comes back to you. If you don’t want to tell me, though, I’ll go figure out who’s here myself.”

“No, the fuck you won’t.” A voice sounds from the entranceway to your apartment. Changbin standing there and walking in, “It seems like you’ve done more than enough damage here Taeho, let’s take this outside.”

“Changbin. So you’re the one, huh? Bet Jian would love to hear all about this.” Taeho chuckles, crossing his arms and scoffing at the other.

“Oh, but he won’t hear a peep.” Changbin counters showing Taeho his badge, “So you can either come willingly, and we can talk terms that are a better deal for you. Or you can make this a whole lot worse for yourself than it already is.”

Taeho huffs before cooperating with the detective, making you wonder just how often he already got into trouble to be able to go along without much direction at all. You truly didn’t know the man he was, the man you thought you loved...who you thought loved you. You were distracted for a moment, though, when Chan rushed out to you, quickly helping you up and looking you over.

“I knew you had been involved! You’re the one who took my fighter!” Taeho screeched heatedly, making Chan’s attention snap to him. His gaze burns through Taeho as he growls towards the man moving to advance on him until you get between them.

“Whoa, easy Chris, don’t do anything to him. He deserves it, but it won’t help you any right now. There are too many people who would use it against hybrids, you and others. Besides, there’s plenty of charges on him right now that he’s going away no matter what, you won’t have to see him ever again.” You insist on trying to be logical, despite knowing that Taeho deserved anything that Chan had intended to do at this point. He had practically asked for it through what he did.

This is why you walked over and slapped him in the face, leaving a mark that would fade by the time anyone else was around, but still giving him a taste of what he deserved, “For the record, though, Christopher doesn’t belong to anyone. You’re just a dumbass who can’t look past his own selfish desires to treat people like they deserve.”

Chan looks at you stunned before pulling you back to him as Taeho suddenly decided to get aggressive again, trying to get to you. Changbin dragged him away to take care of it.

“I’m going to have my last partner come check in on you and make sure it’s safe for you guys to stay here. He’s one of the few people I trust to look out for you guys in this situation. His name is Hyunjin, I’ll send him over. Until then, keep the door closed and locked.” Changbin tells you before he’s entirely out of your apartment with Taeho.

You gently place a hand on Chan’s shoulder to assure him you’re okay before pulling away to close and lock up your apartment. Chan never far behind as he follows after you still concerned.

“Are you alright?” Chan finally speaks up in a soft tone, and you hum looking at him a little confused.

“Yeah, I mean where I got hit still stings some, but I’ll be fine.” You nod, forcing a small smile to try and ease his worries. Chan gently brushed his fingers over where Taeho had grabbed you harshly, already knowing bruises were forming.

“I meant emotionally after all of that...still you don’t need to lie to me about it.” Chan counters yet does not sound angry or cross with you despite calling you out like that.

“You’ve been through more physically and emotionally. I’ll be fine.” You brush it off with a small shrug, moving to walk away and to the kitchen. Your responses only worry Chan more.

“I was used to that by now, though. You’ve just had everything come crashing down onto you all at once after he lied to you about it for who knows how long. That’s a lot, and you don’t have to tell me anything about it if you don’t want to, but you don’t have to force yourself to be fine for me either. Even if we’re both broken right now, that’s okay...maybe...maybe we can help fix each other...together.” Chan’s voice drifts from concerned to hopeful. He’s not sure he has any idea what he’s doing. He just knows that you don’t deserve this, and you’re making him feel for once like he doesn’t either.

You sniffle, turning towards him with a fresh round of tears in your eyes, “ You know what, Chris...I’d like that.”

Besides going to work pretty much all of your time was spent with Chan in your apartment. Your heart breaking for him, he was free from the cage but stuck here until everything could get worked out. You’d gotten closer to Changbin and Hyunjin, Chan slowly coming to trust them with you. The two guiding you through the process that would lead to the numerous court cases looming over you. Minho occasionally popped in as well to check on Chan and make sure he was adjusting to life with you okay.

“So the date for the case to determine if Chris can safely stay with you or not is locked in for next week now. Before then, we want you both to meet some people, one is a hybrid. He wasn’t in fights like Chris, but he was in a rough situation too. The other person is the one who helped him get a life back, like how you’re doing. They had to go through similar trials as you two will, so they might be able to give you some insight on how to go forward. That being said...Chris hasn’t really been around another hybrid outside of the fights, so just take it slow, it might be a bit uncomfortable for a while.” Changbin tells you while Chris and Hyunjin are in the kitchen working up something to eat.

“That would probably help a lot actually. You and Hyunjin have offered a lot of help, but we’re still kind of drawing blind here. Having someone who can kind of guide us on the specifics would probably help a lot with the anxiety, to say the least.” You sigh softly, and Changbin chuckles a little, nodding in agreement.

“Their names are Felix and Jisung. Their schedule is pretty open, we just weren’t sure where you’d be comfortable meeting, so we didn’t invite them over yet.” Changbin explains, pulling out his phone, and you shrugs softly.

“Well, we’re still not wanting Chris to be spotted, so just invite them over it’ll be fine.” You wave him off. Having three guys constantly around your apartment kept it pretty chaotic anyways, what were two more, right? “Speaking of that, though, any idea when the other cases will be?”

“The bust on the ring is happening in a few days, before the first case but not much. Just enough to not put a bigger target on you both by being out in such a public place. It’s just a matter of how long it’ll take to build the case after that. I’d expect it to take about three weeks from the bust, a month at the absolute latest. The hybrid rights case is scheduled for just over a month from now, at this point anyways. Those dates could change, though.”Changbin’s huff tells you he’s no stranger to changing court dates, not that you and Chan are either at this point. Changbin slipping his phone back into his pocket after texting Felix and Jisung your address.

You nod, processing the information he’s just shared with you, “Okay, as long as the bust happens before our court date, I’m not too worried. I just want everything to be as safe as possible.”

Changbin sighs, his lip between his teeth and face concerned, “Either way, it won’t necessarily be safe...or pleasant...There are going to be people who are very against what you and Chris are trying to work towards.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not going to back down from doing the right thing because of that, though. As long as the people who started this whole mess are behind bars and not trying to shut us up, I’ll be alright.” You insist, Changbin nodding, but you can tell he’s still worried about you, “Besides, I’d say we have a pretty good support group.”

Chan pops out of the kitchen, beaming proudly at you, “Hey Y/N! Come look at this!”

You hum, standing to follow the excited man into the kitchen. You watch as his ears twitch, chuckling as you notice him intently eyeing the kitchen timer. Hyunjin, looking up from where he leans against the counter and snickering as well.

“You can open it and look at them, it won’t ruin anything. Besides, sometimes the timer isn’t exactly right anyways.” Hyunjin tells Chan, who shakes his head adamantly.

“No, they need to be perfect. Besides, they’re almost done.” Chan insists, waiting for the ding to launch forward, grabbing the oven mitts so he can pull out whatever is in the oven as there’s a knock on the door. Changbin calls that he’ll get it as Chan pulls cupcakes out of the oven, “Look! We made cupcakes! And we can make a lot more too!”

Chan’s excitement dropping almost immediately, head whipping towards the door. His expression is sharp and concerning you. You look between him and the doorway with furrowed brows.

“What is it Chris, what’s wrong?” The slight waver in your voice draws Chan’s attention to you for a moment. A feeling of guilt bubbling in his gut at worrying you like that.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a cat.” Chan snorts, only confusing you more until you see Changbin appearing with two people. One of them being a cat hybrid, his tail flicking anxiously behind him until he spots the cupcakes.

“Did you bake those?” The cat hybrid perks up, mirroring Chan’s earlier excitement. Chan looks between the cupcakes and the other hybrid, still wary but eventually choosing to interact with the cat hybrid.

“Yeah. I’ve never baked anything before. Hyunjin was showing me how.” Chan slowly answers, and the other man nods along.

“Well, they smell really good. You should go ahead and try them. I bake a lot, and usually something that smells this yummy is.” The cat takes a step away from the cupcakes giving Chan a bit more space to go towards the cakes. Chan hesitates for a moment before holding one out to the other hybrid, much like a peace offering.

“I’m Chris,” Chan speaks, still watching the cat closely but slowly trying to let him in with the same compassion as you had first shown him.

“My name is Felix! We’re here to help you with some of the details for your case, but if you want we can be friends too! I could show you just how many different kinds of things you can bake!” Felix eagerly offers, making Chan light up a little more as he nods along. Slowly adjusting to the fact that, like people, not all hybrids are threats to him either.

You look at Jisung and smile softly, “Thank you for coming. I think this will be really good...for both him and me.”

The day of your first case finally arrived as you stood in front of Chan, fixing his tie for the umpteenth time, trying to calm your own nerves. Chan gently takes your hands into his own, trying to comfort you some.

“I’m nervous too, but it’ll be okay. Everyone is going to be here to stand up for us and help us out.” Chan reassures you, squeezing your hands gently before letting them go as your lawyer arrives.

Seungmin looks between the two of you, “It’ll be alright, just remember what we talked about and it’ll be okay. They’re going to try and throw you off and get under your skin, so don’t let them. Just stay calm and answer like we practiced.”

You and Chan nod before following Seungmin into the courtroom and following him to your place. Passing by where your support group sat, everyone, having cleared their schedule to be here for you even if they weren’t going to need to testify. You glanced back at their smiling, encouraging faces from where you were seated between Chan and Seungmin, before taking a shaky breath to calm yourself. Changbin had told you that you were lucky to get the judge you had, Yang Jeongin, he could be a tough judge, but he was fair when it came to hybrid cases. He treated them as a person, one who could speak for themselves and had a right to do so, which is more than many judges would right now.

Your hand held Chan’s under the table, letting Seungmin do his job knowing that you and Chan would likely be the last ones questioned based on how everyone prepared you for today. So far it seems accurate as Changbin was called up first.

“So Detective Seo would you please explain to everyone how you can to know the defendants?” The prosecutor asks, and while you knew that the question was coming you still felt your nerves spike at that moment. Chan’s history and how you all met was something you knew could either make or break your case today, and you could only hope for the best.

“I was working undercover as part of an operation to take down an illegal hybrid fighting ring. Chan happened to be one of the fighters that they held there by force.” Changbin answers calmly, trying to leave you out of it. The prosecutor is having none of it though, looking between him and you for a moment.

“And what about Miss Y/N? How did you meet her?” They continue to question. Chan picks up on how your heartbeat speeds up, squeezing your hand softly to try and calm you down.

“Her boyfriend was a part of the ring and brought her one night to show her what he did for a living. She wanted out that same night but was concerned for her safety. So -” Changbin goes to defend you, but the prosecutor cuts him off.

“So if I understand you correctly Miss Y/N was unable to read her boyfriend of many years. So how can we be sure she’d know if Chan was going to do something or not? If she can’t be trusted to speak up to someone she was so intimate with, how can speak up to someone she’s known for barely a month?” The prosecutor inquires rhetorically to the judge, before going to sit again.

Seungmin shaking his head and standing to take his place at questioning Changbin, “ Detective Seo it seems the prosecutor cut off the rest of your earlier statement, could you please finish it for us?”

“Sure, since she wanted out, but was concerned for her safety. I suggested how to handle things with her boyfriend at the time and gave her a number in case she needed police protection of any kind. On the way out she released the hybrids and afterward we met to give Chan medical aid.” Changbin finished and Seungmin nodded along as if in thought.

“Would you say this is the kind of thing you see often in your job? Where a criminal’s significant other gets pulled into situations such as this?” Seungmin’s next question is something you weren’t expecting but it gave you some hope of redemption.

“Without a doubt, a lot of criminals are excellent liars so they can keep what they do a secret for a long time. Then when they do finally reveal that world to their significant other they tend to put a lot of fear into them. Mostly to ensure their own protection. Scaring them into not speaking up or anything. Usually, it’s entirely justifiable too. When these people threaten things, they mean it. For example, in Miss Y/N’s case, her boyfriend forced his way into her apartment, invaded her privacy by trying to search her home, and even used physical force to try and coerce her into things after that night where I helped her get away. Had things escalated again we would have had to move both her and Chan to a safe house.” Changbin answers and Seungmin nods.

“So really, Y/N’s morals speak for themselves. As soon as she realized what was going on she freed the hybrids and stood up for what was right even at the price of her own safety.” Seungmin concluded before they let Changbin down from the stand. Him giving you both a small smile in passing.

Minho getting called up next. Putting the pressure on Chan now instead of you, not that it really helped your anxiety too much right now.

“So Dr. Lee, you first met Y/N and Chan when they came in after that fight to get him medical attention. Is that correct?” The prosecutor starts simple, before continuing after Minho voices his confirmation, “ Would you share with us some of the observations you made of Chan at the time?”

“I observed that his injuries appeared to be repeated injuries, likely from years of fighting. He also appeared to be dehydrated and not properly nourished, along with being somewhat agitated. Something not uncommon for someone in that amount of physical pain.” Minho explains and the prosecutor nods.

“What of his mental health? Did you make any observations about that?” The prosecutor presses and you know where he was going. Seungmin and Changbin had warned you they might try to argue that Chan needs to be in a facility after the way he’d been treated in the past.

“I am not authorized to make any observations other than basic of that sort. That being said I can request that a patient of mine go to receive a psych evaluation if I notice things seem to be an issue, based on the basic knowledge of that field I have. When Chan came in I deemed that was unnecessary. I simply suggested that both he and Miss Y/N look into therapy for various reasons as it might help.” Minho answers and that’s enough for the prosecutor to run with.

“Your honor, as you can see the doctor suggested therapy without that medical professional in their life can we actually be sure that their mental states are in a place where they would be safe in a home together?” The prosecutor presses before Jeongin dismisses him and invites Seungmin to question Minho if he chooses.

“Dr. Lee, could you please share with us your reasoning on why each of the defendants might benefit from therapy?” Seungmin inquires and Minho nods.

“In Chan’s case after all he went through it might be prudent to talk things out after them being bottled in for so long, or perhaps to find some underlying PTSD after what he went through. Allow him a way to adjust to having a free life again. In Y/N’s case, it would be due to what her boyfriend of the time did. How he lied to her and then betrayed her trust and even brought harm upon her. Since they have not known each other long, even if trust is there they may not have learned how to fully communicate or might not want to burden the other, which is where a therapist could assist.” Minho responds and Seungmin thanks him, allowing him to leave.

That’s when the real worries set in as the prosecutor sets his eyes on the pair of you, calling Chan up to be questioned first. Saving you for the very end.

“Chan, can you share with us what you remember of your life before the fight happened?” The prosecutor’s questioning Chan about a touchy subject and you know it, not knowing much yourself about his life before the fights.

“I don’t remember much. My parents weren’t around for long, they were sold off when I was little. When I got a little older that family got a new hybrid, a younger one, and threw me out. It was pretty much the streets and then being taken to the fights.” Chan does surprisingly well at staying calm you notice, more so than you would likely do in his shoes.

“So the fights weren’t the first stroke of bad luck you’ve had in life then?” The prosecutor’s question makes Chan roll his eyes.

“Well I was born a hybrid, so no not really. Bad luck tends to follow us around in this society.” Chan huffs softly, slightly more irritated at that question. Making the prosecutor smirk at getting under his skin for a moment.

“How would you say that has impacted your daily life then?” The prosecutor presses further but doesn’t get what he’s looking for in immediate action as Chan calms down again.

“To be honest, it haunts me. A feeling of guilt knowing that you did things you didn’t want because there wasn’t a choice. The pain of losing the few friends you had. The memories of the things you’ve seen and lived through.” Chan answers and the prosecutor nods, turning him over to Seungmin.

“I just have one question for you Chan, that’s it. How would you say that Y/N impacts your daily life?” Seungmin questions and for the first time today, you think you see Chan genuinely smile some.

“Well for starters she taught me not to hate all humans, along with a few other friends I’ve made. Which is another thing she taught me how to make friends again, I don’t have to be afraid of losing them. Or be afraid that all humans will treat me the way I have been before. For once I’m actually happy and she’s teaching me about the world. How to be a part of society and stuff, well as best we could while hiding out until the ring was taken care of and it was safe to go out. I can take care of myself and others even for the first time in my life, plus I feel like I have a life now.” Chan smiles at you and if this were any other time you might let yourself get emotional.

You know that right now you have to stay calm though. That you have to keep it together considering that you’re going to be called up next.

“Miss Y/N, do you have any history working with police or anything similar in nature to your current involvement?” The prosecutor asks and when you respond with no he continues, “What about history when being around or working with hybrids?”

“No, I don’t have any history with that either.” You respond softly, worried that any answer you give might just be what changes things for you and Chan again.

“Then this must all be quite daunting for you, isn’t it?” The prosecutor continues and you shrug softly.

“I mean...at first it was yes. I’m used to it now though. I feel better too, knowing I did what was right and helped people as best that I could.” You respond honestly, knowing that he was just getting started.

“So would you say you have it all figured out then? That you know how to handle anything that comes up with Chan perfectly?” The prosecutor presses.

“Well...no, but-” You go to defend yourself, yet he cuts you off before you can finish much like he’d done earlier with Changbin.

“As you can see your honor, they don’t really know what they’re doing when together. They have good intentions, yes, but there are too many unknowns between the two of them.” The prosecutor takes his seat.

Seungmin comes up to you, offering a small smile, “Miss Y/N can you please finish what you were saying before the prosecution interrupted your statement?”

You give a small nod, “I was going to say that while I don’t know what I’m doing perfectly that’s normal. I’m human, I’m naturally imperfect. Mistakes happen, but I’m willing to try my best, and if a mistake does happen to take responsibility for that. Just like with anything else in life.”

Seungmin hums, “Since you mentioned responsibility would you mind sharing with us what has been on your plate this last month or so? What all have you been responsible for?”

“Sure, it wasn’t safe to be out too much either of us. Especially Chan though, in case someone from the ring spotted us and followed us back. So I would go to work, pick up any groceries on the way home. Or just anything that either of us needed. Then at home, I would make sure we’d eaten and taken care of anything needed for the detectives or the doctor so that I could take it to them the next day. Or arrange an appointment at a time when we could discreetly get Chan there in a safe way.” You answer easily, used to the routine after so long.

“And you did this every day?” Seungmin continues, making you nod softly.

“Yeah, every day except for Sundays. Usually anyways, Sundays we tried to relax or I would try to teach Chan something new.” You respond and Seungmin smiles helping you down and letting you know that you did well.

“Very well, we’ll take a thirty-minute recess to review everything that has been presented. Afterward, we’ll have closing statements, followed by the verdict.” Jeongin announces before the recess begins.

One of the guys brought you both water as they all tried to encourage you, saying they thought it would turn out well for you both. You still weren’t as positive though and Chan could tell, squeezing your hand he leans in.

“It’ll be okay. No matter what you did your best and we can be friends either way.” He whispers his reassurance and you find yourself giving a small smile for his sake.

Thirty minutes was both too long and not long enough. Dragging it out made you more anxious and yet you weren’t sure you wanted to know what the verdict was. You tuned out the final statements, not processing that at this point. Your focus was solely on the judge as you waited to hear what decision had been made.

Jeongin clearing his throat and looked between both sides of the room before beginning to speak, “After analyzing everything and deliberation it has been decided Bang Chan will be allowed to remain with Y/L/N Y/N, however, they will attend 12 hours of mandatory therapy to assist with these new circumstances.” He nods at you and Chan, “And I’ll see you both bright and early for that case against the hybrid fighting ring. Until then, stay safe and don’t cause any trouble.”

You look at Chan stunned, until he happily pulls you into his arms and hugs you with a laugh, “I told you that you didn’t have anything to worry about!”

You chuckle and nod, “ You did, but still it’s a lot.”

Seungmin smiles at you both, “I’ll see you later to discuss the other cases, until then just enjoy this. Detectives Seo and Hwang will escort you home. I believe they had something to discuss with you anyways.”

“Come on we’re going out the back. There’s a crowd out front and they won’t be too happy when they heard what the verdict on your case just now was.” Hyunjin tells you both before leading the way. Changbin following behind you both just in case.

“Okay, what was it that you two wanted to talk to us about though?” You question as you follow their lead easily.

“Ah, about that...it seems someone who works with the ring is still out. So for your safety, we’re going to be moving the both of you to a safe house until after the trial, unless we can secure the suspect sooner.” Changbin admits, sighing softly, “You can get your things from home, and then we can take you there.”

Chan helped you to get your things out of the car and into the safe house. The two of you sitting on the couch while Hyunjin and Changbin made sure the house hadn’t been compromised in any way before letting you both get settled. They had taken care of your work and everything for you so that you both could get to the safe house and made arrangements for anything else that would be necessary while you were in the safehouse.

Hyunjin rubs the back of your neck as he comes over, “So since we didn’t have much time to get this together this place only had one bedroom...one of you can probably take the couch, but even off shift at least Changbin or I will be here to supervise the officers and make sure you’re both safe...so we might be sleeping here too. I guess basically what I’m trying to say is there’s not enough beds or couches for everyone.”

You blush a little, but wave him off, “I mean Chris and I are probably okay sharing a room if you and Changbin are okay taking rotations on the couch or something...if that’s okay with everyone else?”

Chan chuckles and nods, “Yeah I don’t mind, that’s pretty much what we did at the apartment for a few weeks anyway.”

Hyunjin nods and sends you and Chan off in the direction of the room to get settled. You finish up before Chan, sitting on the bed and watching him finish up. Chan looked over at you and laughed softly.

“So what do you want to do now? Read a book?” Chan snickers flopping down beside you.

“I don’t know that we’ll find any entertaining ones around this house.” You laugh a little yourself, “Probably should have thought about that a little bit more when they said we’d have no phones or internet for three weeks.”

“Yeah probably, we’ll find something to do, for now though, I’m gonna go let them know that we’re all good and see if there’s anything else we’re supposed to do before trying to gain some semblance of normalcy here.” Chan smiles at you, reaching out to gently brush your hair out of your face before getting up to leave the room again. In effect, leaving you all alone for now.

After a moment you got up, glancing towards the window. You thought for a moment before deciding to take a peek through the blinds. Nothing that would risk you being seen, just enough to take in your surroundings for now. Hearing the door you turn to face Chan with furrowed brows.

“Get away from there, it’s not safe to be around the windows.” Chan calmly says watching you step away and picking up on your confusion, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Who are the men that just showed up outside the house? Are they more officers?” You try to keep your voice from shaking. The way Chan’s eyes widen at you your question doesn’t help the uneasy feeling bubbling in your stomach though.

He quickly takes your place, ears twitching as he sneaks a lookout. Before grabbing you and pulling you out of the room. Startling Changbin, Hyunjin, and the others who were there to protect you.

“Four armed men just pulled up. I’m guessing by the look of them that they aren’t with you.” Chan growls out before his ear twitches again, hearing a sound from outside.

He’s quick to drop to the ground with you in his arms. His body wrapped around you for protection as gunshots rang out. His hearing gave him a split-second advantage to get you two in a safer area, even if it still wasn’t a good place to be in. Hyunjin and Changbin round the corner to meet you not long after, guns are drawn and keeping an eye towards the front.

"Are you two alright?" Changbin asks while Hyunjin covers you before having to reload. When both of you voice that you're so far unscathed he continues, "There's no way we're making it out the front with how many guys there are. We're going to have to go out back before they can surround us. When I tell you two to go, run. Outback and look for a car. Don't look back and if we aren't right behind you then just go. Head straight to the police station and let them know what happened."

"Alright." Chan nods, grip firm on your arm, ready to get you out of there as soon as Changbin tells you both to run.

"Go now!" Changbin tells you as for him and Hyunjin lay down cover fire for your escape. About the time you reach the door you hear him cry out in pain though. Looking back you see Changbin hit the ground, leg bleeding from a gunshot wound as Hyunjin tries to cover you and drag him towards the back door.

"Chris they're not gonna make it." You gasp, causing him to glance back as well.

He's quick to shove you out the door, growling out a demand, "Go. Find a car. We're right behind you."

As much as you didn't want to leave them you'd never heard Chan speak to you like that before and your body was on autopilot, listening to what he told you to do right now. Searching outside before finding a somewhat trashy car abandoned between the fence and a rotted out shed. It didn’t matter much what it looked like though as long as it ran well enough to get you all to safety. Wasting no time you run over, yanking open the rusty driver’s door. Sliding in you scour the area for keys, thanking the heavens when you drop the visor and they fall into your lap. Wishing with all you have as the car stalls that you’ll get lucky again. You pause for a moment, before trying again as you see Chan helping Changbin out the door, followed by Hyunjin. Right as panic was setting in the car roared to life, letting you pull forward to let the other get in.

“Drive. I’ll guide you straight to the hospital. Don’t stop for anything. I’ve called it in, so we should be getting an escort meeting up with us along the way.” Hyunjin tells you his arm out the window, firing at the house still.

You waste no time peeling out, following Hyunjin’s direction until the flashing lights of cop cars end up ahead of you and lead the way themselves. Pulling into the ER in a flurry of chaos. You and Chan try to follow Hyunjin and Changbin in, only to have cops stop you, insisting on taking you to a new safe house.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know he’s going to be okay. Besides. Do you even know how they found the last safe house? Until you know I’m just as safe here as I would be at a safe house.” You counter, holding your ground with a stern look.

“We’re. I’m staying with her, and the detectives.” Chan adds, hand moving to rest on the small of your back and guide you through the group of officers and into the hospital.

You sat waiting in the room with Hyunjin and Chan, staring down at your hands still waiting for word from the surgery Changbin had been in to remove the bullet and repair the damage. Chan’s hand sliding over your shoulder as he offers you a cup of coffee.

“I have a feeling you won’t really be sleeping much tonight, so you might need this.” Chan’s voice is soft, his gentle side showing through again and it almost brings you to tears. Looking between him and Hyunjin who both seem rather calm, nursing their own cups.

“How can you be so okay right now? We don’t even know if he’s going to be okay.” You whimper. Chan shushing you as his arm slips further around your shoulders pulling you closer to him, his warmth surrounding you like a blanket.

“As much as it sucks...what’s happened, happened. There’s no changing it now. We have to live with it now, there’s no other option. It’s hell, but you get used to it...well in your case I hope you never have to, but some of us get used to it.” Hyunjin sighs softly, looking down at the black liquid in his cup as he swirls it, “As for Changbin, he’s gonna be okay.”

“How can you be sure?” You ask, Chan, rubbing away your tears almost as quickly as they’re falling.

“Because...it’s Changbin...and because he has to be okay.” Hyunjin gives you a small forced smile, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself along with you.

Your shoulders slumped, bag dropping to the ground as you and Chan entered the safe house. Hyunjin trailing behind as he checked the perimeter once again.

Changbin looks up from his spot on the couch and chuckles softly, “The day went that well huh?”

You sigh shaking your head, “Did you hear the verdict yet? The judge had us leave before they went into deliberation so that hopefully we could get through the crowds and back here quicker. Even out the back way though it took us an hour to even get past the protestors...I was really worried...I expected more people to be there for hybrid rights, but it seems like everyone was on the opposite side today.”

“Sorry I couldn’t be there with you guys today. After the second day, the judge said they wouldn’t need me anymore and that I should rest instead.” Changbin frowns, “People were supporting hybrid rights though, they were just on the opposite side of the street. So they must not have been visible the way you went out...they were certainly much calmer than everyone against them anyways. I’m glad you guys got back okay.”

You chuckle humorlessly, “Next time, I’m the one taking the bullet.”

“Oh don’t worry there won’t be a next time.” Chan shakes his head lightly, heading to the kitchen to get you both some water, “How’d the physical therapy go today Changbin?”

“Average for physical therapy...it’s hell in the moment, but after a bit, things go back to normal.” Changbin shrugs as Hyunjin joins you three inside. His radio is going off as the station contacts him.

“Turn the TV on, they’re about to announce the verdict,” Hyunjin informs the rest of you.

You go to stand by Chan’s side as he puts down the bottles, turning to look at the television from his place in the kitchen. Changbin quickly turned it on and changed the channel to where they’d be able to get the announcement. Your hand clutching Chan’s tightly, gnawing at your lip. Finally releasing your breath when the guilty verdict was announced, most of the group getting a sentence of twenty years to life, a few with less or opportunity for probation. That would be something to take care of when the time comes though, for now, the fact was that they couldn’t get to you, Chan, or any of the other hybrids now.

You throw your arms around Chan before realizing what you were doing. He’s quick to slip his own arms around your center though as if it was the most natural thing for the two of you to do. Chan nuzzling at your hair taking in your scent, one of his biggest comforts since all of this started. Before he’s pulling back to look into your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re safe now! And free!” You beam up at him, a few tears of joy glittering in your eyes as he smiles back at you.

“No we’re safe now, and free to do whatever we want without worry or looking over our shoulder.” Chan’s eyes never leave yours as he finds himself leaning in.

His eyes flick down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. His lips brushing against yours as he pauses for a moment, searching for any hesitance from you. Instead, you close the last of the space keeping you apart, pressing your lips against his. A kiss he’s been waiting for...that you’ve both been waiting for, and now that it’s finally here neither of you is holding back any longer. Chan’s lips devouring yours, craving more of your taste already. The two of you pulling away only to breathe, not even care about your audience currently. Panting as you look wordlessly at each other, cheeks flushed with heat.

“Two down, just one to go. Afterward, you’ll be free to do that in public too.” Hyunjin chuckles as you and Chan finally look to the two detectives whose eyes long left the television in favor of you.

“I’m not worried about it...I have a good feeling about all that’s to come.” Chan honestly responds before beaming at you again, “Especially some things.”

You didn’t like sitting behind Chan in the courtroom for a change. You didn’t necessarily like sitting in the courtroom at all, but at least beside him, you could hold his hand as some form of comfort. Felix glances at you from his spot beside you, gently grabbing your hand to give it a small squeeze.

“He did really good, and he’s fine even with you back here. I’m sure it’ll be a good verdict.” Felix whispers his assurances to you. Chan’s ears twitch as he picks us the conversation and glances back at you, winking at you with a small smile.

“You helped out a lot too Felix. I don’t think we would have been able to do this without you, especially when you were a good example up on the stand. So thank you.” You squeeze his hand back, making him shrug.

“Hey, anything for family. Though now that you guys are like family I hope you know you’re stuck with us now.” Felix giggles making the others agree quietly.

“For good at that.” Jisung adds chuckling softly, “But you two better quiet down, the judge is coming back.”

You’re rigid, but also practically trembling in anticipation as you wait to hear the court’s decision. Knowing that no matter what you’d always stand by Chan’s side, yet wishing for a positive answer for his sake either way.

Jeongin cleared his throat, pausing as he always did before announcing the verdict, “This court has decided after deliberation to grant Bang Chan full citizenship and rights. If he so chooses to legally change his name from what was given to him in a hybrid facility he can do so at the same time as he signs the citizenship papers. This court is dismissed.”

Felix hugs you before helping you make your way up to where Chan is, “ Congratulations. We’ll see you this weekend for a proper celebration, but until then you two have fun...and be safe.”

You playfully smack his arm at his suggestive teasing, “Whatever. We’ll see you guys this weekend. Be careful getting out of here, it’s crazy outside.”

The others nod as you move to Chan’s side, hugging his side as he looks over the papers. Changbin and Seungmin there as witnesses to sign the papers in addition to Chan and the judge.

“Congratulations. Is there a new name you’d like to legally have?” Jeongin inquires pointing to the blank area where Chan could put in whatever name he’d like to take on.

“Christopher. Christopher Bang.” He smiles at you knowingly as he writes it down before they finish signing everything.

You both shake hands with the judge as he congratulates you both again. Before doing the same with Seungmin, thanking him excessively for all he did to help you both.

“Alright, let's finally get you two home again...it’s been a long month.” Changbin chuckles, leading the way to the car that already had all of your stuff in it, ready to be taken back into your apartment once again.

The car took quite a beating on the way out. Those against the decision throwing things at it in protest, until those who were there in favor of equal rights for hybrids stepped in to help your car safely get out and away from the irate group. Your head falling to rest on Chan’s shoulder relieved that all this was finally over and went well so that you could be home and back into your routine once more. Though no doubt with a few changes now too...not that you’d give them up for anything.

The drive took longer than expected, but you made it nonetheless. Kicking off your shoes as you step into the familiar and yet somewhat forgotten home. Stepping deeper into it knowing that Chan was following behind, stretching and checking your phone that was now in your possession once more. Eyes still glued to it as you turned around towards Chan again.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” You question scrolling through apps for your favorite takeout places.

“I know what I’ll be having,” Chan growls out, in the same voice he had when he told you to leave the safe house. The voice that lit a fire in your gut and had your eyes snapping up to meet his darkening ones.

You don’t get much time to read the feelings filling his eyes though before he takes your phone and puts it aside so as not to distract you anymore. Closing the little gap remaining with a searing kiss. Not having any patience or games, having waited long enough for you by now. Something your heart, mind, and body wholeheartedly agreed with as you feel your arousal starting to pool between your legs. Chan easily picks up the scent of it and nips somewhat harshly at your lower lip with a rumbling growl.

Chan’s arms slip around you and lift your, heading back towards the bedroom, “Fuck, I’m so glad this isn’t illegal anymore...not that it would have stopped me anyway, but still.”

Your giggle is cut short by his lips finding yours again. This kiss is much shorter than the last, but not less heated. Simply ending when Chan tosses you back onto the bed, crawling over your form as his eyes take you in.

“Remind me why we didn’t do this sooner? It’s obvious we both wanted it.” Chan’s question is wanting an answer, yet he’s not making it easy for you to give it as he nips over your neck soothing the little marks with his tongue and lips.

“Because...because we weren’t alone...the others were right outside the room and could have come in at any time.” You pant, already getting more worked up by his actions. Chan’s growl turns into a chuckle as he notices your legs spreading on instinct, already so eager despite still being fully clothed.

“You say that like I would fucking care. I didn’t care if they heard...or saw because at the end of the day you’re mine and it would have just proved that to them...besides I might have been gentler if I had not had to hold back for so long. I don’t know that I can anymore though.” Chan’s teeth are still against your throat, drawing out soft mewls from your lips and teasing you by rutting his clothed bulge against your thigh.

“Then don’t hold back. You’re always talking like you’re the big bad wolf and like I should be so scared of you, so show me what the worst you can do is.” You taunt knowing him well enough to know that just that little bit will be all it takes for him to fully snap.

His hands gripping onto the hem of the dress you wore to court today, ripping it down the middle with no concerns other than getting to your skin beneath it. Giving you no time to argue as he nips over your chest now. Your hands are moving to try and work on pushing off his suit jacket and gripping at his hair.

Chan pulls away snarling at you and pinning your hands, “I don’t think so kitten. You made me wait, so now it’s your turn to wait. And it would be in your best interest to do so too, cause little disobedient kittens don’t get what they want.”

If the scent of your arousal building at the way he grumbled out that threat didn’t give you away to him then the growing wet patch on your panties certainly did. Chan licks his lips and smirks softly at you before deciding to make things a little more challenging for you, tossing his jacket aside. His tie, however, he lays close by on the bed for when you inevitably snap and disobey him. He tugs his shirt off next, with almost as much force as he had your dress, sending buttons flying across the room. His mouth on your chest again, hands gripping firmly at your sides for a moment before trailing up over your form to remove your bra.

Chan pinches one of your pebbled nipples, earning a quiet hiss from you, “Hm so sensitive for me, aren’t you? Trust me you’ll only be getting more sensitive as the night goes on.”

He nips at your other nipple, before suckling softly, fingers eager to give your other nipple equal pleasure. His eyes locked on your face for a reaction as he switches sides, growling in his chest around your nipple when he watches your hands moving down towards him again, his only form of warning to you.

Chan knew if he kept it up though it would only be a matter of time before you gave in and touched him again. He was counting on it. Trailing his mouth lower as his hands ripped your panties off and out of his way. Tongue darting out to flick over your clit, raising a brow at you as your legs fall open and hips twitch up towards his mouth. His hands are quick to hold you firmly in place before fully pressing his face against your core, tongue curling deep into you with little growls and grunts sending vibrations through your core. Chan intent on getting every drop of you on his tongue as he possibly could even as your arousal builds more and more, slicking up his face.

He’s mildly impressed at the fact that you manage to keep your hands to yourself even while trembling in need on the precipice of your impending orgasm. It only encourages him to go harder though, sucking on your clit as he suddenly presses two fingers into you, curling them perfectly against your spot. What finally sent you over that blissful edge though was when his teeth grazed over your clit with the tiniest bit of pressure.

Through your fucked out haze of pleasure you didn’t realize you’d reached down and weaved your hands into his hair until a few moments after Chan had helped you through your release. Looking up at you all too pleased with himself at getting you to finally snap and touch him again.

He grabs your wrists and moves your hands away from him again, “I warned you kitten, now get on your hands and knees.”

“But Chris-” Your whining gets cut off with a sharp cry as he swats at your thigh.

“No buts, now do it before you get yourself into more trouble kitty,” Chan growls, this time it’s a bit more playful though. Letting you know this had been his plan all along and things were going exactly how he’d hoped.

His fingertips tap down your spine as his other hand grabs the tie he’d laid aside. Before doing anything else though his hand crashes down on your ass, hard enough to leave a lasting sting but the pain bleeds into pleasure and it makes him snicker when he can tell you liked it. His hands gripping your wrists to bring them behind your back and tie them together with his tie.

“Filthy little kitten, now you have no choice but to listen.” Chan taunts spanking the other cheek now, before kissing over the sensitive flesh before biting instead.

His desire to fuck you senseless is on the verge of driving him to insanity, but now that he’s had a taste of you he won’t be satisfied unless he makes up for all the previous times he’s wanted a taste of you too. His hands gripping your ass and spreading you open more to give himself unrestrained access to you. Not wasting another second before his mouth is on your core again. Using to his advantage every sensitive spot he learned from your first orgasm while also looking for more to bring you to your next. Pulling away after that one to lap up what he’d missed that had dripped down your thighs, knowing he wouldn’t have the restraint to hold himself back for much longer. He was sure he’d be able to bring you to a third orgasm before that little thread of restraint left snapped though. The determination makes him return to your core with fervor. Like a man starved...which in a way he had been, just not starved of food, just of you.

You’re still trembling from your third and latest orgasm when you hear shuffling behind you before his tip is running through your folds. Collecting your wetness before pushing in as slowly as he can bear for your sake, wanting to let you adjust and not hurt you. His hands gripping at your hips before moving, slowly at first, once he hears your soft moans starting to fill the room, however, he picks up the pace. His hips slapping against your ass, watching the way it moves and enticing him to spank you again. The action makes you clench around him, crying out and clawing at the tie around your wrist at his hard thrusts and the way his hand meets your ass, making him quickly repeat the action, growing out as you clench around him again.

“Fuck...you’re so fucking perfect....so filthy and you love how I’m treating you right now don’t you kitten? Go on, scream my name, let everyone know how good I’m treating you.” Chan grips at your bound wrists, pulling you back into each of his thrusts. His other hand reaching around to rub at your clit, “Shit, you’re going to cum for me again aren’t you? Gonna cream all over my big fucking cock, huh? Do it kitten, but don’t think the night will be over just cause you do.”

This time when you cum Chan doesn’t slow down for a second, if anything he does the opposite. His hand leaves your wrists to slip around your throat and pull you up against his chest. Angling his thrusts to brush against your spot each time as he feels himself getting close to his own edge, but refusing to go over it without you cumming again too. His hips stuttering as he feels your pussy spasming around him on the brink of release once again.

“It’s okay, kitten. Let it go. You’ve done so good for me.” Chan whispers in your ear, nuzzled against your neck as he encourages you to fall into a world of pleasure one final time tonight. He bites down on your neck, roaring out against it as he cums shortly after, riding you both through your highs.

His hands carefully undo your bound hands as he gently lays you down on the bed, slipping away to go get a washcloth. He’s gentle as he cleans between your legs before grabbing a sweatshirt and some panties for you, in just sweatpants himself. Chan leans in gently stroking the hair away from your face, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll help you get cleaned up more later...for now though...how about we seriously think about dinner?” Chan chuckles before blushing a little, “Not that there’s really anything to talk about though...considering I already ordered your favorite. My timing is damn good too, I scheduled it for five minutes from now.”

You laugh, shaking your head slightly at him and playfully smacking his shoulder, “Five whole minutes? Hm you mean you had time to make me cum again and you didn’t?”

Your teasing makes Chan growl and playfully nip at your ear, “Careful what you say kitten, we still have a whole night at our disposal. Who said anything about stopping before sunrise?”

He gets up to go answer the door at the knock, winking at you before his eyes rake over your form again, licking his lips. You two would certainly be celebrating and making up for lost time tonight.

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rosiesandlilies · 4 years

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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

Jisoo x Female Reader

(6.2k words)

synopsis: when is enough, enough? when is it the right time to stop loving someone? Kim Jisoo is faced with a tough decision to break things off with her wife and the mother of her children or stay in the relationship to keep her wife and kids safe from the media, what does she do?

A/N: last one for today. enjoy this jisoo angst eheheh. btw, all the pictures are edited by me, none of them are real except for some of the photos that i used from dispatch ahah, so credits to dispatch for the first two photos.

Seoul, South Korea 2:00AM

Author's POV.

jisoo huffs as jennie shoves her phone in front of her face. "what? you're just going to sit there and act like nothing's happening? it's all over the internet jisoo! this is the third time it's been happening, you seriously can't pretend like it's not happening then have YG let out a statement when it's obvious," jennie pointed harshly on the phone, the photo of y/n and some girl kissing at a bar was painfully obvious. the married woman was cheating for the third time. jisoo bit her tongue in an attempt to conceal the tears ripping their way up her throat. the pain wasn't even there anymore, it was numbing at this point, all jisoo could do was cry and get angry.

chaeyoung and lisa remain silent, they both didn't want to intervene on the argument happening. it hurt them that jisoo was breaking more and more each day, it was unfair to her and to their daughter. "what do you want me to do jennie? tell the world that 'yes my wife i'm so in love with, the woman i married and have a kid with' is cheating on me! we're in the media everyday, my family is in the public's eye-" jennie snapped and slapped her band mate on the cheek. the frustration and anger jennie was feeling towards her band mate was at a boiling point. when did jisoo get so stupid?

"yes! yes jisoo. that's exactly what i want you to do! i want you to tell the world that then divorce her rather than look like an idiot in front of your family, our fans, us and yourself! you're letting your daughter grow up in that type of environment?!" it was jisoo's turn to slap jennie, the harsh sound echoed it's way in the dorm that the four used to share together when they were a little younger. "i can't jennie! i can't! i have a daughter, i need to think about her, growing up with a broken family never works! and i can't leave y/n, i love her too much to leave," jisoo fell to her knees and let lisa hold her, the shorter girl let her sobs tear through her throat, each sob represented the state that her heart was in; broken, hurting. she just wanted it all to stop, to go away, to be back in the arms of her lover, her old lover.

she doesn't know where she went wrong. was she boring? was she not enough anymore? did she get ugly after giving birth to their daughter? why was her lover so good at lying?

jisoo wailed, thrashed and broke down in the arms of her members.

Hannam The Hills, Seoul

Jisoo's POV.

the door opened while i held onto areum, she was fast asleep after i fed her, she was excited to tell y/n about her day at pre-school but as i had expected before, y/n wouldn't be home early enough for her daughter to still be awake. i look up and see my wife wearing all black. her black skinny jeans shaped her legs beautifully while her black tank top loosely fit her frame, her black blazer hanging loosely on her shoulders.

pain shot through my heart knowing that the woman before me wasn't mine. at least not anymore.

"hi," she spoke, her voice sweet and soft. i smile and hold onto areum tighter, she was the glue keeping y/n with me.

y/n takes off her blazer and ruffles her hair before walking over to me, her attitude completely normal, almost like she wasn't just caught in another cheating scandal. y/n crouches in front of me and takes something from behind her. before handing me the bag, she lifts her head up and kisses my lips, almost like she's in love with me.

"hi.." i whisper against her lips like a stupid idiot, the feel of her lips on mine was my favourite. she presents me with a bouquet of flowers and a bag from Cartier.

i hold the urge to roll my eyes back. she always did this, she knew she made a mistake and showers me with flowers and gifts, buying my forgiveness and like the idiot i am, i accept it and forgive her.

"i'm sorry.." she whispers against my lips. i simply smile, words becoming way too hard for me right now. "open it.." she lets out softly while stroking our daughter's hair. i hold back the whimper that threatens to escape my lips when i come in contact with a silver bracelet that i've been wanting ever since we got married but never had the time to buy.

i look down and let tears fall freely from my eyes. it hurt too much, the gift was so sentimental. she promised she'd get me this when we were in love, when she was in love with me, when she loved me. she promised me she'd get me this when she was still mine,

but she wasn't mine anymore.

so instead of smiling, i hug her. i sob into her neck and let her arms fall around me. "i'm sorry baby..i'm so sorry," she whimpers against me like she means it when i know tomorrow it'll be the same.

but i just let because i love her, because i'm an idiot.

as we get ready for bed, she constantly checks her phone, not even hiding the fact that behind the screen, she's texting someone else that isn't me. "are you coming to bed?" i ask, my voice tired and husky from all the crying i did hours prior. "yeah..i will babe," she speaks, her tone distracted and i try to ignore the hurt i feel in my heart when the word 'babe' comes out of her mouth.

it was always 'baby' 'honey' 'love,' never 'babe.' i remember the memory of y/n sitting on my bed in the dorm when we just debuted, she was ranting her heart out about how much she hates the pet name 'babe.' she claimed in was insincere, a word that many people use, even for friends. she has never called me babe until today. "when i get out of the shower, you can tell me all about your day," she leans in and kisses my forehead before setting her phone down on the bed side table and walking into the bathroom.

i try my hardest to not touch her phone, but i'm only human, my curiosity got the best of me and i took her phone in my hand. her wallpaper was her and i with our daughter areum. it felt painful seeing that.

i skimmed through text messages, phone call conversations, photos before throwing her phone away in disgust. i wrap my arms around my body knowing that the hands she touches me with has touched other people.

the smell of flowers brings me back and i sit straight on the bed. "ready?" she asks me, her smile stretching and i can't find myself to hate her.

"baby?" she calls out again. i shake my head and extend my hand, reaching out to her own. "i was wondering if you could take me out this week?" i ask, my voice soft and embarrassed. i shouldn't have to beg my own wife to take me out. y/n sits down quietly, her silence was eating me alive.

"er..i..sure. i'll just call taeho to cover for me at the firm then," she smiles and kisses my cheek.

it takes me five seconds to blow.

"just say you don't want to spend time with me or areum, it's not that hard." i snap, my hands finding the comforter and lifting it up to cover my chest, i felt disgusting.

"i never said anything like that-"

"really?! because it seems like i'm forcing you to spend some time with me. i'm practically begging you each time y/n. i'm your wife! i shouldn't have to beg for your attention, your daughter and i shouldn't have to fight for your attention! this is the third time you got caught y/n! aren't you going to stop?! when is it going to stop?" i clutch the comforter harder, my breaths caught up in my throat. "jisoo-"

"no. you don't get to speak. we're your family. i'm your wife. you have a daughter. aren't you embarrassed?! our family is in the public eye, everyone watches you and you don't have the decency to go some place more discreet for your random hook ups?! at least get better at hiding it y/n! fuck you, honestly, fuck you." i stand up and slap her hard across the cheek. the anger and pain i have been keeping in my chest was seeping out. the first time it happened, she promised it wouldn't happen anymore, i forgave her because i love her. the second time happened and she promised me the same thing, i forgave her because i love her.

"you're hurting me! don't you remember what you promised me?! what you said in the altar?! your vows, your stupid promises?! you can't keep buying my forgiveness with flowers and expensive materials! i just want you back, i want you back to me! why is that so hard?!" i slap her chest and push her, she doesn't fight back, she accepts every blow and i feel myself hating her more.

why couldn't she slap me back? hit me? i want her to hurt me, give me more reasons to leave her, but she sits there and accepts my hits. why couldn't i leave her? why couldn't i just pack up my things and walk out the door and never turn back?

"you're a shit wife, you're a shit mother," i feel my stomach hurt again, it's been happening a lot more these days. i grip my stomach and scrunch my nose up in pain, "are you okay?" my wife calls out from behind me, her tone laced with concern. i wasn't sure who she was trying to fool.

"i'm fine-" as i say those words again, the same feeling comes back and i fall to the ground in pain. "shit. jisoo.." y/n wraps her arm around my waist and i have no strength to pull her away from me. "i'm fine y/n, j-just let go of me," y/n shakes her head and lays me down on the bed. "there's no way in hell i'm going to let go of you. stay there and i'll call our doctor," i don't have time to argue with her as my stomach begins to hurt again and she walks out to call our doctor.

"well mrs. kim, i'm happy to announce that you're once again pregnant."

i sit up quickly and stare at our family doctor, "what?" i ask, genuinely confused. it wasn't a secret that y/n and i did a lot of things together, we were a sexually active couple despite the thorns in our relationship, but we haven't done it in a couple of days.

"you're two week pregnant. you seem to be stressing out too much these days causing the baby to feel stressed as well, i suggest taking a break for a little bit and letting your wife take care of you," i bid the doctor goodbye before sitting back on the bed. y/n lets the doctor out before she walks back into our room. "you're pregnant," she says, her voice happy.

"but you wore protection last time, no?" i watch as y/n sits on the bed and stares at the ground, "wait. you're two weeks right?" i nod and wait for her to say something, "we were drunk at jennie's part two weeks ago, you think we might've forgot a condom?" she questions. my mind floats back to the memory of us getting into the house intoxicated then fucking in every corner of the house before passing out on the bed.

"shit." i say, my mind racing with a bunch of scenarios. y/n and i's relationship was a mess, were we ready to bring another kid into the mix? wouldn't it complicate our relationship more? i needed y/n to help me with the kids, i was going to need her help when the pregnancy would get harder. i needed her here with me. but how could that happen when she's all over the place with so many girls?

"hey.." y/n strokes my thigh, "i know what you're thinking..b-but i'm going to be here jisoo. i know i fuck up more times than you can count, but i love you and i love our kids. i'm not going anywhere."

i stare at her, the words leaving her mouth sounding like a joke to me but i can't help but have hope when i see a flash of love in her eyes.

YG Entertainment, Mapo-gu, Seoul

Jisoo's POV.

i close my eyes to prepare myself for the scolding i was about to get. the girls were beside me, reassuring that i'd be fine, but i knew that was far from the truth. bokyung was going to scold me and neither the girls and i were going to hear the end of it.

"the same issue again jisoo. what are we going to tell them this time?" she had her hands on her waist and her eye brows were furrowed, "when are you going to tell your wife to stop being so stupid? this is ruining our image jisoo, your image, the girl's image. i don't know what else to tell the reporters or how i'm going to make this situation go away when it's clear that your wife is cheating on you." bokyung sat back down and continued her rambling, "if you and y/n have problems, will you at least try to keep it out of the company or your image as a group?" the woman waved her hand around and signaled for us to leave. "i'll come up with something but this will be the last time jisoo. you're lucky that your wife is the biggest investor of this company."

i walk out, my hands were sweaty. i hated having talks with the CEO, they never ended well. i feel lisa's arms around me, her scent giving me the courage i need. "hey..you'll be okay jisoo-ya.." jennie walks past us and straight into the elevator, she was mad, i could already tell.

"i just don't get what's so hard in leaving her," jennie says, her tone mocking me. "i can't leave her jennie, she's my wife-"

"there you go again with all that talk about her being your wife, i get she's your wife but fucking hell jisoo, can't you see we're all getting affected by your relationship?"

"i can't leave her jennie," i try to keep my calm but i knew that was far from happening. my pregnancy hormones were going to kick in sooner or later. "she stopped being your wife all those months ago when she started this. i don't know if you're just acting stupid or trying to convince yourself that she loves you, but that's enough of a reason for you to leave her."

the elevator hits the ground floor, lisa and chaeyoung help me out while jennie walks in front of us. i was close to blowing up, i already knew how stupid i was, i didn't need jennie to keep shoving it in my face.

at the dorm, it was quiet, too quiet. chaeyoung and lisa were just sitting together, not really saying much and jennie was still fuming. i couldn't really blame them.

"i like your bracelet unnie," chaeyoung says cheerfully, walking over to examine the fine piece of silver. "thanks chaeyoung-ah, y/n got it for me yesterday," i smile happily. we all hear jennie sigh, "was it another sorry gift?" lisa asks, her voice curious.

"of course it was lisa. y/n is never actually sorry," i roll my eyes and stand up. i was sick and tired of hearing jennie say such rude things behind my wife's back. i knew she screwed up more than once but jennie didn't have any right to speak about y/n like that.

"can you shut up for one second jennie? i know y/n made mistakes and isn't the best at showing she's sorry but for once can you just shut your mouth and stop saying things? you don't think this is hard for me? you don't think i feel stupid to let this go on for months? you don't think i'm embarrassed? fuck jennie, will you pause and listen for once in your goddamn life?"

the raven haired girl looks at me with a stoic expression, one i know too well from jennie kim.

"then speak." she simply says.

i sit back down and close my eyes, my head was starting to hurt again. "i'm pregnant," all my members look at me with wide eyes, trying to process the information i just told them. "i found out last night cause i nearly fainted and y/n got really worried so she called our doctor and he revealed that i'm 2 weeks pregnant," chaeyoung lets out a smile and holds my hand.

"i can't leave her jennie because i'm stupidly in love with her. i can't leave her because we have a family together. i can't leave her because we have areum together, i can't leave her because we're bringing in another life," i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding. it was hard bottling up your emotions and not being brave enough to voice it out.

"but don't you think it's unfair to bring in another life in a fucked up relationship?" lisa questions, her hand soothing my back. lisa never spoke, she hardly says things when it comes to serious situations but i know by her actions that she cares. "i..it's hard lisa. i can't let my kids go through a whole divorce scenario. that'll just make more things stir, the media will get involved and my kids are going to suffer,"

"so you'd rather have them suffer in your broken marriage with y/n?"

"y/n is an amazing mom. she loves them and she somehow makes me feel like she loves me too..."

"jisoo. y/n doesn't love you,"

"you don't see the way y/n takes care of me, you don't see the way she loves areum. you aren't there for the nights that y/n cuddles me because i had a bad dream or i cried too much because of what people were saying about you. she hurts me, she cheated on me so many times but in some fucked up way, she still loves me. she's an amazing partner jennie...i can't find that in anyone else."

i knew jennie wanted to say something, but i pleaded with her not to say anything else. i wouldn't be able to handle it. so she just sighs and brings me into a hug. "we're here when you finally want to divorce your stupid wife," i chuckle and wipe my tears.

"let's move on. we have the how you like that promotions coming soon, we're finally going to come back! and you're going to be pregnant again! oh my gosh, this is so exciting!" chaeyoung claps her hands and drags lisa with her to write down names for my newest baby.

give it to chaeyoung to switch the whole mood around. i was thankful for my sisters, they always knew how to make me feel better.

Hannam The Hills, Seoul

Author's POV.

jisoo walks into the home that she's built a family in, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw the dinner table set with food and areum sitting in her chair, all washed up and fresh. "mommy!" areum yells, her little feet padding across the floor, leaping into jisoo's arms. "hi baby," jisoo greets, her lips meeting her daughter's cheeks. "who cooked dinner?" jisoo asks, carrying her daughter back into the kitchen, "mama did, she even picked me up from school?" jisoo raises her eyebrows at this. they both agreed when jisoo first got pregnant that there would be designated people picking up areum, cooking dinner and other household chores since the both of them were too busy.

"really? where's mama now then?" areum points to the stairs that led to the bedrooms, "she said she was going to shower," jisoo nods and lets areum down. "stay there then princess, i'll go see your mama," areum nods and sits back down on her chair, the show on the t.v. catching her attention.

jisoo walks up the stairs, she was exhausted from their schedule today. they were filming teasers for their newest song and being pregnant along with it was not a good feeling.

jisoo hears the shower running when she enters the bedroom, y/n's outfit laid out on the bed. jisoo takes a moment and sits down on the bed, her fingers reaching over to grab y/n's sweater. the familiar scent lingers in her nose, the warmth and security she feels when she smells y/n's familiar scent. y/n smelt like home to her.

tears unknowingly spring into her eyes, her heart was breaking knowing what has truly happened in their marriage. secrets, lies and affairs. jisoo quickly realizes that y/n isn't hers anymore, but she won't accept that, she won't let y/n go. she's willing to go to hell and back to make sure that y/n remains hers.

no matter what it takes.

"you're home early," y/n speaks, a towel wrapped around her shoulders. jisoo's breath hitches, her wife was beautiful. the porcelain skin along with the water trailing on y/n's shoulders, jisoo's still so in love with her.

"yeah..i told the management that i'm pregnant again so they chose to stop the shoot early," y/n nods and slips into her underwear. jisoo watches with shameless eyes, her eyes trailing over y/n's naked form. they haven't done it in two weeks, jisoo had needs.

the raven haired beauty stands up and walks over to her wife, her lips quickly attacking her wife's neck. "j-jisoo?" y/n slightly pulls away, a smile taking over her lips. "as much as i want to baby, areum is waiting downstairs for us and you're pregnant, it's a little dangerous for us to do it this early on," jisoo huffs and pulls away, she wraps her arms around herself, a little disgusted.

"jisoo.." y/n speaks, her hands grab her wife's arm, "it's not that. it's over, she's gone. there's no one. i know that it seems unbelievable at this point but there's no one," jisoo shuts her eyes and leans into y/n's touch. "you say that now..god knows how long that'll last," y/n doesn't say anything. y/n stopped making promises like that a long time ago. instead of saying anything, y/n leans into jisoo and kisses her neck, 'i'm sorry.'

"i made your favourite," y/n speaks. jisoo smiles back and ignores the hurt in her heart, she has to be used to this by now.

"thank you," jisoo whispers against her wife's back. 'thank you for not leaving, thank you for staying. thank you for being a good mother, thank you for being here with me. thank you for lying to make me believe that you still love me.'

y/n and jisoo don't say anything more. the two words holding more weight than intended.

dinner was all smiles, the conversation was easy but jisoo knew that y/n was doing it to make areum happy.

it's been a week before it came crashing down again. jisoo was in tears, her wife's phone clutched tightly in her hands.

the messages and calls were stabbing jisoo over and over again. was she really that boring? was she not good enough? why did her wife love hurting her so much?

"jisoo? i got the-" y/n's words are stopped when she sees her phone in jisoo's hand, bourbon and whiskey surrounded her wife, tears were flowing, eyes were red.

"a week. a fucking week and we're back here. am i some joke to you y/n? is our family some kind of joke to you?" y/n panics and kneels down to jisoo's height.

"jisoo, you're pregnant, you shouldn't be drink-"

"i can do whatever the fuck i want since you seem to be doing the same." jisoo's eyes are cold, she's had enough, she never knew loving someone could hurt her so bad.

"jisoo.." y/n's excuses are weak, her tongue burning with guilt and her body coiling in disgust at herself. "fuck..jisoo, i'm sorry," it's y/n's turn to sob and weep at the feet of her wife.

y/n never felt good enough for her wife. when they got married, it was all jisoo who was carrying the weight, she was the one bringing home money, it was always jisoo providing for them. she felt pressured to live up to jisoo's expectations. she wanted to make jisoo feel like a queen, she wanted jisoo to have everything she wanted but how could she do that when she didn't even know what she was doing with her life?

she was a failing photographer, her family was pressuring her to take up the spot at the firm but she didn't want to. but then jisoo got pregnant, and her world took a turn. she took up the spot at her family's firm and became a goddamn good lawyer.

but she was unhappy. her relationship with jisoo was great, it was amazing but she was extremely unhappy with herself, it was no excuse but she began her first affair. the late night drinks, late night distractions made her feel better, made her feel better about herself.

the cycle started and until now, she has no idea how to stop. she's afraid, afraid that if she stops, she'll become even more unhappy. if she stops, her distractions would be gone.

"do you even love me anymore?" jisoo chokes on her words, she didn't want to hear the lie that would creep out of her wife's mouth. "you don't have to believe me anymore but i-i..i love you jisoo."

jisoo stands up abruptly, she wipes her tears and looks at her wife with hurt and tears. "no. no, you don't get to do that again. you don't get to do this shit again. you don't get to lie to me anymore, you don't get to say you love me when you really don't-"

y/n stands up with jisoo, shaking her head. afraid that this would finally be the end of their relationship. their treacherous relationship.

"i love you jisoo, i really fucking do. i..i just don't love myself enough to be good for you."

y/n finally confesses. jisoo stares at her wife. the room is tense.

hearts shatter.

lips tremble.

lies get uncovered.

"i'm broken jisoo...so so fucking broken. n-no matter how hard i try to stop..n-no matter how much i try to convince myself that i'm good enough, it never works." y/n tries to stop the tears leaving her eyes. it's time to confess and tell jisoo everything.

"you love me. i love you. but i don't love myself. i'm hurting you because i don't love myself enough. i hurt you because i'm a coward, i hurt you because i'm unhappy with myself. i can't do that anymore. we make such a good team for areum but i can't be a good partner for you.."

jisoo nods. she understands. sometimes love isn't enough.

"okay. i'll contact my lawyer then."

y/n nods, her heart squeezing. "i love you jisoo. i'm sorry i can't be the girl you love."

jisoo smiles and kisses her wife. "i love you too baby. you'll always have my heart. you're still the mother of our kids."

jisoo pulls away and shakes her head at the mess they've created. jisoo reaches the door and turns back around to her wife.

"come back to me when you know yourself. i'll be waiting."

y/n doesn't say much anymore, just a mere nod and jisoo is out of the house.

a week later, the media gets a whiff of the divorce and the tabloids are headlining their relationship.

3 Years Later - Vogue Korea Interview

“so..tell us about you, how are you?”

: i'm good. *smiles* i'm really good.

“it's been three years since your divorce with Blackpink member Jisoo Kim, can you tell us about it?”

: she was the love of my life. our relationship was rocky. she was an amazing partner..an amazing mother. she gave me beautiful children but sometimes a relationship just can't work out no matter how much you try to fix it. i had a hand in the...breaking of our relationship, i committed mistakes that i'm definitely not proud of. all jisoo did was love me but even sometimes that isn't enough. let's just say...those three years made me reflect..*smiles* and become a better person.

“are you and jisoo still in contact?”

: we can't not be in contact. we have two kids together. she and i are amazing co-parents.

“would you ever do the marriage scene again?”

: oh my...*chuckles* how do i say this in a nice way? uh....definitely not. marriage just isn't something for me anymore..

“really? so no more marriage anymore?”

: well..if jisoo were to ask me to go to Uranus with her, i'd do it. if jisoo were to ask me to travel the world, i would.

“so what are you trying to tell the audience?”

: i guess what i'm saying is..marriage is a big no for me...but if jisoo were to ask me to marry again, i would.

“so jisoo...?”

: jisoo is the only woman i'd want to walk down the aisle towards me. jisoo is the only one i'd do the whole marriage scene with again.

y/n removes the mic from her and cranes her neck to the side. the interview was fun and it felt nice to do it, maybe that's why celebrities love doing interviews.

the crew congratulate her and she smiles before heading into her dressing room.

she sits on the chair and plays with her phone, she was hoping a text from jisoo would appear but none do.

a knock comes to her door and she's pulled away from stalking jisoo's instagram page.

"ms. park? jisoo and your kids are here," y/n shoots up from her seat and fixes herself in the mirror. "send them in," y/n speaks.

the door swings open, her two kids; areum and jaehyun run inside. areum was now 7 and jaehyun was 3. y/n kneels down and takes her children into her arms. "i missed you mama!" both her children say in unison. "you two saw me yesterday!" y/n peppers their faces with kisses. they both looked so much like jisoo, it was crazy.

jisoo stood at the doorway and smiled seeing her children interacting with her ex-wife.

y/n notices jisoo in the doorway. the lawyer stands up and smiles at her ex-wife. they saw each other a day ago but the butterflies in y/n's stomach don't go away.

"hi.." jisoo says, "the kids saw the interview and they wanted me to bring them here right away," y/n chuckles and praises the team for uploading the interview incredibly quick.

"thank you for bringing them." jisoo smiles and walks further into the dressing room.

"mommy! can jaehyun and i go to the snack area! please! i saw that they have tteokbokki!" jisoo nods at her children and they're quickly left in a silence.

"so how are you?"

"so your interview,"

they both respond at the same time. "go first," jisoo speaks. y/n shakes her head and sits down on the couch in her dressing room. "now, you go first."

jisoo takes in a deep breath and looks around, "your interview. the things you said, are they true?"

y/n wipes her hands on her suit pants and exhales a breath. her heart was beating out of her chest at the sight of her ex-wife. she was so beautiful, y/n has no idea how she hurt her over and over again.

"they're all true jisoo. i know it's inappropriate to say these things because we've been over for 3 years and you probably don't love me anymore, but fuck jisoo. they're all true, every single word that came out of my mouth-" y/n stops pacing the floor after jisoo holds her shoulders.

"will you let me speak?"

y/n nods and stares at her ex-wife. "it's bold of you to assume that i don't love you anymore. do you really think someone else is willing to deal with your ass? your moody, indecisive ass?"

y/n looks everywhere but jisoo.

"will you please look at me?" jisoo's voice is hoarse and it makes y/n's knees weak. the woman was her kryptonite. "sorry.." y/n apologizes.

"you used to be so cocky and confident, where's that confidence huh? you were confident in that interview that i would want to marry you again, where's that y/n now?" jisoo holds her ex-wife's chin and despite being shorter, jisoo felt like she had all the control.

"it was stupid of me to think that you'd-"

jisoo's lips were on hers. y/n was being annoyingly oblivious and jisoo was getting tired of it.

"you're fucking stupid, you know that?" jisoo speaks as she pulls away. y/n is stunned.

"i told you to come back to me when you know yourself..." jisoo pulls her ex-wife closer to her, she presses their foreheads together.

".....so why aren't you coming back to me yet?"

y/n breathes in and out before capturing the same pink heart shaped lips she hasn't kissed in three years. she's kissing the only woman who's captured her heart again and this time she wasn't going to fuck up, this time she wasn't going to let her go anymore.

"i love you."

jisoo looks at y/n's eyes. all the love and comfort that she's been craving was all there and for the first time in a long time, jisoo believes y/n.

"i love you too," jisoo responds, her lips finding y/n's again.

after a minute or two of reacquainting their lips, they pull apart from each other.

"we're doing this again?" y/n asks, breathless from the kiss.

jisoo smiles and wraps her arms around y/n's neck.

"i'd do this over and over and over again baby."

y/n smiles and jisoo smiles. they both lean in and seal their love in a kiss of forever.

areum and jaehyun peek around the corner, their lips stained with pepper paste but their smiles are wide. areum turns to her little brother and raises her hand, jaehyun was still confused but manages to high five her back.

"we did it jaehyunnie!" jaehyun smiles, his eyes turn into crescents and he celebrates with his sister despite having no clue what's happening.

- fin.

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