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m-yg93 · 3 years ago

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Have Mercy (on me)

Pairing: JJK x Reader

WC: 9.3k

Genre: Smut, PWP

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: Toxic gamer boy JK, Mean OC, sexism, Subby JK, D/s dynamics, excessive use of petnames, tattoos, piercings (nipples and genital), spit, edging, self asphyxiation, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, praise, NO AFTERCARE

Banner by @introlxv

Beta’d by @amourtae

Part of: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @joonscypher, @kookskingdom, & @lavienjin

Summary: Jungkook is finally popular enough to quit his job and make a living off his streaming and he’s very proud of his Master rank. His cockiness takes a turn when an unknown player joins his team and starts talking shit but what’s worse is they’re not just talking the talk but walking the walk. Jungkook ends up humiliated in multiple ways but there’s only one of which he ends up liking.

Authors note: It’s finally here! A special thank you to @audreonne for using her esports knowledge and correcting everything I had wrong with the Overwatch gameplay (because I’m a filthy casual and don’t play) and letting me use her username. Also to my lovely writing net @thebtswritersclub and everyone who supported me with hype and writing alongside me in sprints.

Read the sequel: Rematch

VICTORY

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook whoops as the rest of the boys echo the sentiment in the voice chat. His eyes fall to his Twitch chat, messages zooming by nearly too fast to keep up.

That was a close one!

Honestly thought you were going to lose that round

“Thanks so much for hanging out with us tonight, Goldens. That’ll be all for today’s stream but make sure to tune in tomorrow, it’s our Sub Sunday where we play some more chill games with you guys. We’ll be running some Among Us so keep an eye out on my Twitter for the code drop, 1pm on the dot. We’re going to end this by sending out a raid to my friend BamBam, he’s streaming a blind run of Mario Odyssey right now. He’s a good buddy of mine so send him all the love that I receive here. Good night!”

His face cam closes and his screen is replaced with his usual end stream background that he’ll keep up for another 5 minutes or so as people filter out.

His attention shifts to his dashboard which holds his account statistics. A few people had subscribed during his stream and he can see his new number now nearing 5,000. It had been a grueling few years to get to this point and the exhaustion from working his regular job on top keeping a steady streaming schedule can still be felt in his bones.

He liked his cinematography internship, don’t get him wrong but the freedom of choosing his own work schedule and content was much less of a burden on him creatively. Plus the attention he got from the community he created was good for his ego. Admittedly, half the comments in stream were more about his looks than his gameplay but what’s there to complain about. He gets to play videogames every day and makes enough money to pay his bills and spend frivolously on ridiculous things for a serotonin boost when he needs it.

The voices echoing in his headset brings him back to reality as he watches his viewer count decrease and eventually disappear.

“Hobi’s out since he has to join Yoongi at the studio for a project they’re working on but is everyone else down to stay on and get some practice in? The next season of competitive is starting soon and I want to make sure I’m keeping on top of it.” Jin whines in the background.

The rest of the group all give off varying excitement levels of agreement. They pile into the waiting room but since their team is now missing a player a random added player comes in. Audreonne, master rank. At least they should keep up with them. Their icon flips to Mercy. Strategic teamwork at least, they needed a healer to balance out since Hoseok’s Lucio was now out of the ranks.

The countdown starts and they’re thrown into the game, it’s a familiar map and the guys easily split to their usual procedure. The Mercy player veers away with Namjoon and Tae.

Jungkook’s Widowmaker turns a corner and is instantly double teamed by the opposing Genji and Doomfist.

“Motherfucker,” he mumbles under his breath as the screen indicates eliminated. He respawns and quickly heads back the same way. “Yo, Audreonne, can you stick by me so I can deal with these assholes?”

He’s not waiting for a reply before dropping down into the area he was just eliminated from only to immediately repeat the process and go down again. “Where’s the fucking res, dude?”

The action replay of his death shows no trace of the Mercy player around him. He scoffs, of course, guess that master rank came with more luck than skills.

“Hey, healer, if you’re going to pick support the least you could do is actually fucking support. Get your shit together.”

The rest of the guys don’t seem to be doing too hot on their own. There’s more grunts of defeat than there are whoops of victory and it’s not long before the screen comes up with the final judgment.

DEFEAT

Jungkook releases a loud groan and throws himself back in his chair, the force sending him wheeling away causing his headset to fly off and clatter onto the ground. He shoves it back on with muttered curses and checks the team, all having gone down by a few SP.

“How about you pay more attention to the team health, Audreonne,” he snarls.

The player remains quiet. A new chat comes up on the side screen.

I’m rusty with Mercy. I usually main Widowmaker but you seem attached so I’m letting you keep hold of her.

A short laugh comes out as he reads the comment in disbelief. No fucking way was he going to let someone else take his character. He knows he can play it better than anyone else on the team.

“Catch up quick then. And put your mic on, we can’t team properly if we can’t communicate.” That’s all he gets to put in before the countdown ends and a new game begins. They’re on defense this time.

A notification comes up.

Audreonne has joined the voice chat

Fucking finally.

The countdown ends and Jungkook goes out to the east side of the map.

“Where the fuck are you going? You saw we’re on defense right?” The unknown player makes their appearance and Jungkook groans.

“Ugh, a chick? No wonder we lost the last game. Don’t bring your uwu bullshit in here. We take this game seriously so move on to the next team of losers if you expect us to carry you.”

“Nerf this!” is heard away from him and there’s no time to react as D.Va’s mech slams into him and explodes. Fuck. He spawns back at base.

“Looks like your little hero expedition didn’t pay off so much. Why don’t you try sticking around the team this time?” The voice taunts him.

“She’s not wrong, JK. We could use Widow’s Venom Mines around the border and Infrasight will come in handy to see where they’re coming from.” Damn, even Namjoon was turning against him.

“Didn’t take you for a simp, Joon,” he rebukes. He can hear Namjoon scoff but there’s no response as the enemy team starts converging on their base.

Jungkook is losing HP at an alarming rate and calls for a resurrect as his character falls. He sees Mercy’s wings at the edge of his screen but Widowmaker doesn’t come back up.

“Are you not paying attention? If you were going to play support can’t you do your job and heal when you’re supposed to? How did you even make it to master rank? Is this your boyfriend’s account? He’s going to be pissed when you end up demoting him to diamond,” he rebukes.

“If you were paying attention you’d have noticed that I was already using my res on Hanzo. We needed his Dragonstrike more than your abilities or is your head so far up your ass you can’t notice your teammates also going down around you?” The rebuff is laced with aggression. “If you’re so insecure knowing you’re skills are subpar to a woman who’s only been only been playing 3 months just fucking say so.”

“3 months? No way. You managed to rope in some dude who knows the game to rank you up and now you’re just reaping in the benefits. This is my job and it took me nearly a year to get to the same title.” Disbelief taints the edges of his declaration.

“Wow, you’d think a professional esports player would do better.”

“I’m not dedicating myself to one game and letting management decide my gameplay. I’m a Twitch streamer. I’m independent, I control myself,” he boasts.

“Ah, I know the type. Got a few hundred followers and think you’re hot shit, huh?” The voice jeers at him.

“Look little miss, I get that you might not be properly into games but I’ve got nearly 100k so I think I’m doing alright for myself.” It’s a shame his smirk can’t be seen.

He doesn’t expect the laugh that echoes on the other end and the taunting, “Cute” that follows.

There’s no time to continue the argument as their focus is brought back to the game.

Jungkook isn’t entirely selfish. When mentioned that his teammates were also going down he kept an eye out for more pressing cases but when his HP is dropping too close for comfort he calls for help.

“I’m really low. I need a heal!”

“Hmm, ask nicely.”

“The fuck? We don’t have time for your games, we’re going to lose the match, just heal!”

“Not with that attitude, we can win without you. If you want my help then beg for it.”

No way. He can make it through the fight without having to stoop so low. He just needs to get away from the fire and get a medpack.

At least he tries to but he’s surrounded on too many sides and there’s no clean way out.

“Can I have a heal, please?” he grunts through clenched teeth.

“Aw, see, you can be a good boy.” His HP comes back up nearly instantly.

There’s a few close calls before the screen lights up.

VICTORY

A sigh of relief escapes him as the group congratulates each other on the win but his patience has worn thin.

“Can we kick the chick so we can get someone decent on support?” he asks.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, did my game glitch? I don’t think it was your character I saw in the play of the game footage? Open your eyes for a second and try to understand how I got more kills than you as support than you managed to get as damage? Do you want to give Mercy a shot, maybe she’ll be more your speed?” There’s an evil lilt to the voice that answers him. “I guess we know which one of us is boosted after all, huh?”

“You know what, bitch? I’ve had enough of your shit. 1v1 me and we can see who has the skills without having to rely on the team,” he demands.

The voice acquiesces, nonchalant and unbothered. A Discord username pops up in the chat and the account disconnects from the game. His friends try to get him to just forget about it and keep playing now that they’ll just have someone new to join the team but Jungkook’s reputation is at stake and he won’t let some girl think she’s got something over him. He assures his friends it’d only take a minute and he’d be right back as soon as it’s dealt with.

He sets up a custom game, elimination, and picks his favorite map, Castillo. He picks his character and sends the game invite after adding the player to his friend list, begrudgingly.

It only takes a minute for the user to join the game. Frustration courses through him when the other player’s icon also changes to Widowmaker. A message pops up: Since we both main Widowmaker this is the fairest way to measure up, don’t you think? Fine. If that’s how they want to play this.

The set up is ready and the game starts. He easily makes it to the center statue and takes a second to assess where his opponent might be coming from. Venom Mines set at the most obvious chokepoint where the opposite side would come in from, but it stays silent. He activates his Infra-Sight to see where they might be hiding behind a structure but no outlines make themselves known. The enemy is simply not here.

His eyes get drawn to the chat on the side of the screen.

Behind you

ROUND LOST

He’s back at spawn.

What the fuck. Where had they even come from? There was no way they would have passed by him. He would have seen it.

Forget it. Push to the next round. He’s barely out of spawn before he gets hit again.

ROUND LOST

It doesn’t stop.

ROUND LOST

It’s entirely too quick for the screen to boast GoldenJK 0 VS 11 Audreonne. Absolutely no way. Discord is pulled up on the other screen and he doesn’t hesitate to press the call button. It doesn’t take long for the dial tone to disappear indicating the call being picked up on the other end.

“I expected you to rage quit honestly. I’ve seen it happen often enough before. Think having me whisper sweet nothings in your ear is going to make you focus better?” The voice is mocking which just makes his teeth bite down harder.

“It’s impossible that you’re not hacking somehow. Or someone else is playing for you. There’s never been some girl able to counter me this easily. Open cams so I can see that you’re really playing properly. Mouse and keyboard in frame, you’re not pulling anything sneaky on me.”

His answer comes in the form of a hum. Low and thoughtful. “I wouldn’t usually let you or anyone else direct orders at me but I’ve got nothing to hide and if you think trying to pay attention to how I play while simultaneously trying to get a shot in on your skill level is going to help then who am I to deny.”

The call screen changes as he finally sets his eyes upon his opponent, upon you. His preconceived notions of a pink room with a background full of stuffed animals is quickly quashed as he takes in that your setup is surprisingly similar to his.

It’s hard to see the color of your walls at all through the amount of posters covering them. Jungkook recognizes characters from different franchises: Link from Legend of Zelda, Masterchief from Halo, GLaDOS from Half Life, Elizabeth from Bioshock, and centered right behind you looks like a massive custom print of Widowmaker. The room is dark and eerily illuminated by the purple LED lights that border the ceiling. More lights are coming from in front of you which he can assume are from your tower and keyboard. Your Secret Lab gaming chair seems to be an even newer model than his, one which had only just come out. Had you not been sitting in the middle of the frame he would have assumed the room belonged to a top rated esports gamer.

But you were in frame and his eyes finally settle upon his rival. Your webcam is set right next to your monitor so the angle captures your face as you can stare dead into it. A shiver runs down his spine, was it intimidation or something else? Your headset is large enough to drown your head. At this point he wasn’t surprised to realize they were Razer Krakens but he somehow still expected the kitten ears to sprout from the band and he’s slightly disappointed to see they’re missing.

“Well? Aren’t you going to open your webcam too then? Only fair that I get to monitor the way you play too. I need to make sure I’m not playing the same way you do if I expect to keep my rank.” Did your voice always sound so sultry or is the image of putting face to voice messing with him?

He doesn’t bother sending any fighting words back at the jab. He simply opens his webcam to show off his own stream setup. The walls behind him aren’t as crowded as yours. Shelves filled with various figurines are more his vibe than posters but it’s oddly mirrored to your own. His LED lights filter through the color spectrum slowly, a trick to keep his viewers engaged as they anticipate the next color to come if their attention slips from the game.

He looks up and to his right to look into the camera hoping to send the same jolt down your spine that he received earlier. His friends often make fun of him for setting up his angle as ‘Myspace circa 2005’ but it serves its purpose of capturing more of his body into frame. He knows showing as much of himself as possible racks in a lot of his viewership.

He takes advantage of having your eyes focused on him to stretch his arms up and behind him, exposing a thin sliver of skin where his shirt meets his hips. He doesn’t try to hide the grin that spreads as he notices your eyebrow tick. Gotcha.

“Are you ready to finish this or do you need to go do your yoga routine?” Your voice is laced with annoyance now. Jungkook is a master at testing someone’s patience, as his hyungs would confirm, and yours is getting thin, exactly what he’s looking for to have you distracted.

“Let’s get it.” He pulls the sleeves of his hoodie up, exposing his forearms and the tattoos that paint his right arm, rivers of veins swimming between them. It’s nearly impossible to hear the little catch in your breath but he’s sure it was there. He bends back into his position, back curved too much for comfort and fingers heavy on his keyboard as he shifts his focus back to the monitor with the game waiting to restart.

Jungkook maneuvers his character back to the central statue as he had earlier, this time focusing more on taking the side paths rather than go straight for the choke point via the tunnel. He keeps cover behind the buildings, eyes trained on the other side of the plaza waiting for you to slip through but you’re nowhere to be seen.

His eyes veer to your webcam and your body is poised entirely too comfortably for the amount of stress he feels. Your back is set on your chair, head rested on the built in pillow. Your arms are relaxed as they wrap around one of your legs which has been hiked up onto the seat of your chair. Your fingers dance around the keys almost languidly. Honestly, you look nearly bored. He barely registers a smirk grace your lips before he hears the shot.

ROUND LOST

You stare into the camera, smile both sweet and rage inducing. “Maybe if you kept your eyes on the game you would have seen that coming.”

He doesn’t bother to deign you with a response before the next round starts. Fine, the plaza is clearly too distracting. He’ll stick to his end, make you come to him and he’ll be ready when you get there. He doesn’t go past the choke point, waits for you to show up. You’ll either come by the tunnel or around the side and through the arches. He can’t possibly miss you.

He just needs to wait. You have to be close by now. You’re not as aggressive in your strategy as he is but you’re bound to come looking for him when he isn’t at the statue.

He chances a quick glance to your camera. Your fingers are quick so you’re on the move. Any second.

“Where are you…” he mutters under his breath, forgetting that you can hear the annoyance in his tone. He’s staring the screen down hard, not letting you distract him this time. He triggers his Infrasight and scans the scene but comes up empty. Just buildings and no trace of your silhouette behind any of them.

He’ll never admit that he jumped halfway out of his chair when your Widowmaker suddenly drops right in front of him from above and you shriek, “BOO!”

The strings of expletives that flow out of him are cut off as he rips his headset off. It smashes onto the ground with an alarming crack but he doesn’t care. He’s out of his chair and pacing into a circle around the room as he tries to catch his breath. He can hear your howling laughter from the forgotten equipment on his floor.

It takes a minute but he sits back down and sets up again to see you’re still bent over, giggles coming out of you through your attempts to breathe.

“How the actual fuck did you even get there?” he demands. He’s angry. At you for continuously one upping him or at himself that someone, a girl, can so easily thwart him.

“For someone who mains Widowmaker you do forget about the grappling hook a lot. It’s surprisingly easy to get to the rooves and sashay my murderous little ass right above you and BAM, it’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground.”

It takes some self control not to smile at the reference. Jungkook may be fighting for his ego but he’s a geek first of all and always enjoys a good Star Wars joke.

“You gave up your secrets easily. You won’t catch me off guard next time.” He’s smug in his answer. He’s got you figured out now and he won’t be so simple to take out this round.

It might be the time to add another advantage to his side. He requests your patience just for a minute, it’s hot in the room. That’s a blatant lie. He keeps his streaming room nearly uncomfortably cold so none of his equipment overheats since he runs so many things at once.

He removes his headset, carefully placing them down on his desk this time. He gets up and makes sure he’s still in frame. His face is cut off by the angle but that’s fine, it’s not the most important portion of his plan.

His movements are slow as he takes his hoodie off. Reaches behind him to grasp at the material between his shoulder blades and pulls it over his head. He’s sure to drag it along his body so that the shirt under it pulls up along with it exposing the tight expanse of skin across his abdomen. He purposefully pulls the material nearly up to his clavicles in semblance of trying to find the hem, exposing a shiny glint, and throws the hoodie off to the side.

He finds his seat again with a cocky smirk painted on his lips. His little show only continues with his current state. He had been broke for so long that he didn’t update his wardrobe despite his continued presence at the gym resulting in most of his t-shirts now being more second skin than they are fabric.

He doesn’t miss how your eyes seem to have gotten a shade darker than they were a minute ago. The flex in his bicep as he gets comfortable over his keyboard is subconscious but effective nonetheless.

“Like what you see, princess?” He’s not hiding the smile this time. He knows the effect he has on people and uses his charms like a weapon.

His attacks are usually not so easily countered which he should have seen coming from you by now.

“Nothing that impressive. I just think that if you spent half as much time actually playing the game as you do in the gym you might be better at it.” You’re casual as you shrug him off before sending your own attack his way. “I think you’re right, it is getting a little warm on my end too.”

The regret that fills Jungkook is instant as you pull the zipper of your own hoodie down, eyes hard into the camera. You don’t bother getting up, opting for bending over obscenely as you pull on the ends of your sleeves behind you to free your arms, sending the view of your webcam straight down the top of your shirt. You weren’t wearing an ostentatiously low cut shirt like other women streamers Jungkook has encountered but there’s only so much decency the angle can afford which you knew very well.

The warmth going through Jungkook isn’t fake anymore. He can feel the heat radiating off the tops of his cheeks and the weight of the blood rushing south to settle into his crotch. His choice to wear his grey sweatpants will surely bite him in the ass.

“Problem, baby boy?” He’s completely blue screened, vision only registering at your taunt. You’re back in your previous position only more smug than ever.

He coughs out a, “no” before urging for the game to start again.

He’s out of the spawn point in a flash. He’s back up near the choke point and slips through the arch. He’s heading for the balcony to have some leverage to check the rooves around the plaza to take you down before you even reach his side of the map.

He’s panning the field of view from left to right, as much as he can from his hiding spot behind a wall but there’s no movement. It’s possible that you circumvented the other way and are waiting to fall on his head again so he rushes to the other side of the path to check above him but he never makes it. His character falls as soon as it gets out of cover.

The scream you let out is inhuman, the Joker on crack. It’s high pitched and unrestrained as it devolves into more laughter.

“Omg, you’re so fucking easy to read. Of course you were going to keep your eyes up when I told you that’s how I kept getting you. I pranced my ass straight into the plaza in plain sight and you didn’t bother to look down for a second. You’d make a great pet, you’re so simple to train.”

That last jab sent a bolt of electricity down his spine. It definitely hit him but instead of running through him and stopping behind his eyes as the usual insults tend to make home this one runs down and settles into his lap, the energy still buzzing.

He shifts in his seat and the movement immediately draws your attention.

“Aw, are you squirming? Getting nervous you might be shown up and realize you’re not God’s gift to gaming after all? Or are you nervous you’re being put in your place by a woman? Is that scary for you? Poor little big man ego bruised? Baby needs to go cry to mama?” Your tone is high pitched now, mocking.

This doesn’t help his situation and he can’t possibly hide the growing tent in his pants without being even more obvious. Maybe you won’t pick up that the bulge which very apparently is, in fact, not a banana in his pocket.

But of course the universe exists to bring him pain.

“Oh my god, you’re getting off on this, aren’t you? What is it that’s triggering you, the humiliation or the degradation? Probably both, you sick little freak.” Your words may sound disgusted but the gleeful smile you wear paired with the glint in your eyes shows otherwise.

The look on your face makes it so much worse and he bows his head to get away from it, eyes scrunched tightly so he isn’t faced with the product of your taunts but the soft whimper that escapes him cannot be stopped in time.

The chuckle that leaves you is much more sinister than your earlier ones. It’s filled with something that Jungkook can’t quite identify but courses through him like wildfire. His hands fly from the keyboard to his chair, fingers digging into the leather of his armrests.

“Look up, baby. It’s not nice to ignore someone.” His head snaps up at the command, seemingly out of his control. His eyes are wide and glassy, as if vacant from any thought of his own volition. “That’s funny. You’re so good at taking orders all of a sudden. You act like a big tough man online but you’re just a pathetic little boy that needs to be told what to do, aren’t you?”

Lips tight, teeth biting over them so as to not let anymore treacherous sounds out, he nods. You’d seen right through him since you entered their game. Online persona versus true hidden feelings revealed to you as easily as reading a children’s book.

“That’s what I thought.” He sees your eyes dip down, knows you’re taking in how hard he is, length straining against the fabric. He’s rethinking his choice of going commando. He didn’t expect his regular Overwatch stream to land him in this position. “You look uncomfortable all bent over like that. Tilt your chair back and get cozy, you’re going to need it.” One side of your lips pull up into a vicious smirk. He can’t tell what could possibly be going through your mind but he’s sure he’s about to find out.

The breath he attempts to rush in comes staggered, taking time to settle in his lungs before he blindly grasps at the lever on the side of the chair. He’s careful to push himself down on the backrest to angle himself enough to have a wide range of motion in front of him without impacting the view of your camera.

“You’re doing so well. Breathe, sweetling.” Your voice sounds so comforting, so different from its earlier bite. His eyes close as he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. It takes a couple tries but he finally seems to melt into the cushion of his chair.

The tension in his muscles ebb away and his eyes reopen to find you in his monitor. Your own gaze seems to have a glassy look as you take in his new position.

“I knew you could be a good boy,” you praise, which makes his breath hitch into his throat. He’s put himself in a vulnerable position with you at the helm and he’s still unsure whether that was a good idea.

He can see your eyes dip to his lap and he’s reminded of the compromising view he’s showing off, sweats tight over his crotch. The reminder prompts him to bring his hands down to cover the area, suddenly shy with the dynamic this situation has created.

The rush sends his palms flying downwards with more force than intended. The pressure suddenly pressed onto his shaft rips a moan that reverbs from deep within his chest. He can feel his face heating in embarrassment. Whatever he does just sends him further into distress.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, baby. We haven’t even started. Keep your hands where I tell you. Keep them to yourself for now. Go on, bring them back to the arm rests.”

It’s such an easy request but it takes some effort not to simply ignore your command and instead squeeze and relieve some of the pressure building in his pelvis. His grip is tighter around the arm rests of his chair than it should be but so is the knot inside him just begging to unravel.

“Great job, darling.” There’s a warm feeling in his chest at your words. Not the same heat from the embarrassment you put him through, something more comforting, akin to pride. “Pull your shirt up, you were so keen to show off what was under it earlier.”

Jungkook doesn’t think about the speed at which he brings his body back up into a sitting position to reach behind him and tug at the fabric but he’s quickly stopped by your voice again.

“Ah, ah! I said up not off. You’re not going to start disobeying so soon, are you? We’re going to have to work on your listening skills, brat.”

Jungkook hopes the soft whimper that escapes from the back of his throat isn’t picked up but he knows the quality of his microphone definitely registered it. He tries not to think too hard about that.

He brings himself back onto his chair, back leaning down, chest high and forward. His hand is tempting as he brings the hem of his shirt up slowly to expose the taught skin of his abdomen, fingers rising and falling between the dips of his abs up to the curve of the bottom of his pectoral.

“Go on, I didn’t tell you to stop,” you encourage. He continues the movement until the fabric of his shirt is bunched under his neck, the edges still draped to cover most of his pecs. “Come on now, you were so eager to show off your pretty tits earlier.”

The heat increases with a vengeance, spreading through the entirety of his exposed skin. His hips jerk involuntarily as his t-shirt scrapes over his nipples to finally expose what he knows you’re after. Across each dusken areola is a straight barbell pierced through his nipples keeping them hard and perky.

“So sensitive, aren’t you? Is that why you got those? So that every time your too tight shirts make contact you’re secretly getting turned on? Do your friends know you’re just a little whore behind that tough boy exterior?”

Your words sound far away and his breath feels harder to catch. The room feels hazy.

“You’ll show me how sensitive it makes you, right? You’ll be good and give me a demonstration? Do it, baby, use your pretty fingers.”

Jungkook hooks the bottom of his shirt over his head to give himself the space and ability to use both hands to roam over the tight planes of his chest. Each palm comes up to cover over a pec, just feeling the warmth radiating from his skin under his touch. He’s taking his time and you don’t push as he squeezes and pinches at the muscle around where he’s desperately craving the stimulation.

He can’t handle teasing himself too long, his body screaming in anticipation. A sharp cry melts into the soundproof foam mounted on his walls when his fingers finally take hold and tweak at his nipples. The stark contrast of the cold metal that pierces through him and the heat of his skin sends him reeling. His mouth easily falls open when he finally makes contact.

“Aww,” you coo at him, “such a responsive little slut, aren’t you? Bet your fingers aren’t enough, huh? Wish it was my hands on you instead?” You bring your hand up in front of you to examine it, to make him imagine how it’d feel on him instead of his own. “My nails are a little sharp but that’s the best part isn’t it? Want me to leave marks in your soft skin? Scratched up so everyone knows you belong to me? Is that even enough or do you need teeth? Bet you'd look so pretty, all littered in bite marks.”

The electricity blossoms from each nipple and blooms across his chest moving down to take root in his pelvis, the jolt ending at his balls which ache with the weight of his want. The roughness of the fabric of his sweats rubs at the head of his cock from the force at which his shaft strains against the fabric. The torture is too much and not enough all at once. He can feel the wetness spread from where his slit pushes against the cotton as his precome starts to leak out of him.

Your eyes darken along with the spot, both incentives pushing his desire further. His right hand abandons its post on his nipple and slowly drags itself down to the hem of his pants. It stops to grab onto the waistband. He understands the rules of this game.

Jungkook’s eyes dig into yours and awaits your response. A smirk spans across your lips as you take in his position, hand still and grasping to avoid breaking and dipping lower than it’s allowed.

“You want to play with your little cock, darling?” His breath sticks in his throat, a nod being the only answer he can muster. “Tsk, that won’t do. I’ll give you what you want but you need to ask for it properly. Use your words.”

His knuckles turn white as his fist tightens and a shiver runs through him. He can feel the wave start at his scalp and move agonizingly slowly down his spine, body thrusting as it follows the sensation. “Please,” he implores.

“Good boy. Go on then.”

His fist dives into his pants at an embarrassing speed but the sigh of relief that escapes him is worth it. There are noises filling the room but he ignores the fact they’re all coming from him, soft whimpers and sweet whines as his grip around his shaft moves slowly up and down.

“Are you going to keep all the best parts to yourself? Such a greedy baby. Pull it out for me. Don’t you want to show off your pretty little pierced cock?”

All movement stops. Jungkook’s head flies up to look at his monitor. You look as calm and collective as ever. Your smile seems sweet but he knows the vicious words those lips can form. His eyes fall to his lap and although his dick is clearly imprinted across the fabric there’s no way you could have noticed those details, especially not with his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“Did you think you were sneaky? Take a look at yourself right now,” you instruct. He brings his gaze over to the corner of the monitor where his own webcam is reflecting the show he’s been putting on. “All those tattoos?” His eyes follow the span of his right arm, ink decorating every inch from shoulder down to where his forearm disappears into his pants knowing it goes to the tip of his fingers. “The piercings? Your eyebrow, your ears, your lip, you pretty little nipples. They’re everywhere. Are you going to try to make me believe a little painslut like you hasn’t brought it down to the most sensitive part?”

There are no words to defend himself. There’s no defense at all, you’re right. He’d started with his ears as a teenager and only getting more daring as the years went on. The burn of each new piercing only good enough to last for him the healing time before going to chase the sensation again.

He chooses to ignore the taunt and follow your earlier request of pulling himself out. He lifts his ass off his chair enough to pull his pants down to his knees, exposing thick thighs and sending his dick smacking against his abdomen.

He’s not exactly small, the head resting comfortably just under his navel. He can easily touch his thumb to his fingers once they’re wrapped around the shaft but he also knows his own hand is much bigger than the feminine ones that otherwise try their grip. His thoughts wander to the size of your own hands and how they would look wrapped around him.

He keeps his hand off himself for now to give you time to form your next order. You don’t give him any insight to your thoughts as you just take him in. You’d never admit that you were slightly off in your guess. You expected a barbell to peek out of the slit and curve down just under the edge of his defined mushroom head. A Prince Albert is the most standard you’ve seen in your own experiences. Instead you can see the bottom of his shaft lined with 4 straight barbells going down in a line. A Jacob’s Ladder is much more aesthetic and you’re not entirely surprised with his choice. It’s clear Jungkook puts a lot of thought into his appearance and getting four times the pain fits with what you’ve been discovering about him.

Despite all this all you tell him is, “pretty.” It all works just as well for what you’re aiming for. It’s clear that Jungkook gets plenty of female attention if his ego was anything to go by. You’re sure he’s gotten compliments about his sexy body and handsome face but you love seeing a man get flustered when receiving a stereotypically feminine compliment. Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times to try to fish for a response but he comes up empty. You can’t help the giggle that slips out seeing him all exposed and under your control but get shy over such a simple comment.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Will you show me how you make yourself feel good?” The instruction brings him back to the situation at hand, as if suddenly remembering he’s sitting naked in front of this stranger, humiliation having taken a turn.

The grip he had on himself had loosened in surprise at your call out but tightens with renewed vigor. A choked gasp slips from between his lips, mouth still open from the shock.

“Always in a rush. Do you need instructions for everything? Can’t calm down enough to pace yourself? Are you doing it on purpose? You just want my help?”

He shakes his head in response to the taunt. He’s not being bad on purpose. He’s just trying to follow your direction. You asked him to do what feels good and this does.

There’s a low hum buzzing in his headset as you contemplate his answer. “I don’t think I believe you. You’ve been such a brat. I think you just want to see me angry.”

His eyes widen a little wider at your words. You could get worse? His dick pulses at the thought and his hand clenches around it to stop it from jumping too obviously.

“Guess we’ll just have to take it one step at a time then. Listen well, I don’t want to have to repeat myself. Hands off,” you order.

His hand flies away as if burnt. His palms lay tense but still on his thighs as he waits for the first command. There’s a tremble in his extremities. Is it attributed to the anticipation or the degradation? He doesn’t have time to think and determine the answer before your next words come floating at him.

“Good. Now, slowly, bring your right hand to your cute little dick. Just your fingertips. A light touch. I bet your skin is so soft, isn’t it?”

His hand follows your voice. The pads of his fingers are ghosting over his thigh, up towards his pelvis, over his balls and agonizingly slowly up his shaft. He can feel the protrusions of each of the metal barbells under his skin. Bump, bump, bump, bump until he reaches the head. It’s silky and wet from the precum that leaks from the tip.

The low groan he lets out is the indication you’re waiting for to give him his next praise. It’s clear from the visible throbbing of his cock that he’s desperate to move faster but he keeps the same soft touch you asked for.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Such a good boy. Do you want more? You know how to ask for it. Go on.” The noise that escapes him is tortuous, part moan and part whine, lament on his tongue but he pleads so prettily for you to let him feel more.

“Please, please, please.”

You allow him a strong grip, a long sigh of relief but don’t let him quicken the pace. It’s still the sluggish up and down motion that teases the piercings that line under his shaft. His breath is shaky and the noises escape him involuntarily. Although you have all the control his body is losing the little it had left.

“So noisy. Good little toys are quiet.” You weren’t going to admit that seeing a man of his stature be rendered to a whining mess by a few little remarks is your favorite music but you know forcing them down only makes them sing so much sweeter later. “Do I need to shut you up? Baby needs a gag, hmm?”

Jungkook doesn’t need to peek at his monitor to see that his pupils have blown at the suggestion. His mouth waters and the swallowing motion is obvious as he tries not to drool which only sparks your tormenting ideas.

“You can put your mouth to use if you can’t keep it shut. You’ve got a free hand, go ahead and put your fingers between those plump lips.” He’s no stranger to putting his fingers in other people’s mouths, tongue slipping between his digits so he can be at the helm of torture himself but he’s rarely at the receiving end.

The weight of two fingers rest unfamiliarly heavy on his tongue but the warm and wet feeling that surrounds them sends him spiraling. He’s trying his best not to disobey and be loud but the stimulation feels so good that he can’t stop the moan that reverberates around his fingers.

“Tsk, clearly not enough. You can fit more in there, can’t you?” You’re pushing at his comfort zone but he’s not the type to back down. A few more fingers won’t hurt. It’s not long until he has four fingers second knuckle deep in his mouth, jaw stretched and aching to accommodate the intrusion.

“You’re doing perfectly, darling. You can put them in further, can’t you? I bet you love shoving your cock in someone’s throat so you can handle some fingers in there, right? Some girls can’t possibly handle more than you, huh?” You’re pushing at his ego, knowing exactly which buttons to press to spark his competitive side.

His eyes narrow at the assumption. Whatever you think he can handle he’ll show that he exceeds those expectations. He’s a little too rough with his urge to prove himself and pushes his fingers further in with too much force which sets off his gag reflex. His hand pulls away from his mouth, to allow him cough and catch his breath. His face is heated and strings of spit connect his mouth to his fingers now held awkwardly in front of him.

Your dark chuckle echoes in his ears at the sight. You knew this would happen, exactly what you were aiming for. Always pushing just hard enough for him to embarrass himself slightly but he’s been putting himself in those positions voluntarily. You might be saying the right things to push his limits but never enough to truly manipulate him into positions he doesn’t want to be in.

“Aww, guess you’ll need to work on your breathing when your mouth is full, sweetling. But now that your fingers are nice and wet how about you take advantage of the situation? Your balls look so heavy and full. Don’t you need some relief?”

He jumps at the opportunity, bringing his hand down, past where his right is still clinging to his cock to cup at his balls. He hadn’t gotten laid in a few weeks and the focus on the competitive season had taken too much of his free time to allow himself some self appointed release. Finally having his hand gently fondling reminds him of how achey they’d been since the start of this strange position.

“Squeeze harder. You love the pain, don’t you? Show me how much you can take.” The taunting has made him sensitive and the rough restraint surrounding both his balls and shaft sends jolts through him. Little pinches from his fingers shoot shocks to every part of his body, knot clenching in his abdomen. You’re so pleased at how well he’s following your instructions. The toxic gamer boy you met not even an hour ago is nowhere to be found, making way for a perfect little doll to play with.

“Have you had enough teasing, baby? You ready to get started?” Started?? As if all the torment you’ve put him through has just been child’s play. He’s not sure how much more he can take but he’ll easily continue to follow, preemptively drunk on the high he knows you’ll send him on. The long moan he lets out is enough of an answer for you.

“Good. Spit in your hand, sweetling, we don’t want you too dry and hurt yourself.” Between the jabs you do want him to actually enjoy himself. There’s no pause to do as he’s told, eager to finally reach the relief you keep nudging away from him.

He’s sufficiently slicked up for his hand to move easily in a jerking motion, whine high in his throat. You play nice and let him set his pace while still giving simple requests: squeeze, pinch, twist, harder, faster, tighter.

He becomes a wiggling mess near instantly. His chest heaves and hips thrust erratically into his fist. His slit leaks profusely and you’re enthralled at the sight, so much that you nearly miss the moment when he’s about to lose himself. You’ve still got a few more tricks up your sleeve.

“Stop.” The command is plain, straightforward and cannot be misinterpreted. His hand jumps from the rhythm it had set, excruciatingly quick and tight. He’s clearly heard you but practically too far gone to obey. “You’re not going to make me repeat myself, are you, doll?”

It’s enough to have him rip his hands off himself and grasp at the armrests of his chairs once more, nails practically ripping into the leather with the force necessary to control himself. The frustration is audible in the loud groan that’s ripped out of him, long and tormented, ending in a sob.

“Oh, god. Why? I was finally so close! You’re cruel.” His voice cracks with the force of trying to keep the tears that spring to his eyes from falling.

“Aw, honey, don’t cry. It’s your own fault. You were so close to cumming but you were forgetting your manners. I don’t recall you asking for permission, do you?”

His jaw is clenched, trying to avoid letting out his irritation at you. Annoying you now will only set his fate in stone and you’ll never let him cum at all. “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“So polite, I knew you could do it. Ready to get back to it?”

No words are needed to answer, hands just jumping back to their earlier position, spit renewed and slick on his skin. He focuses to stay more in the moment, listening to your voice as it tells him little movements you want. The heavenly twist as the tightest part of his fist passes over his piercings right under the head. The swipe of his thumb over the slit every time he reaches the top, encircling the tip before it sinks back down to the base. The pull at his balls synchronized with the tug at the end of his cock.

His end is coming back quickly, the edging he’s been put under losing as his self control escapes him. He’s learned his earlier lesson. His eyes find yours in the monitor, both of you staring each other down. Your eyebrow ticks when you notice irregularity of his thrusts, cadence breaking.

“Please!” he begs. “Please, let me cum. I need to cum, please please,” he rambles on. He continues to implore you, unsure if his pleading is still making sense. His pride means nothing in the moment, reprieve the only thing he can focus on anymore.

“Of course, darling. Go ahead,” you allow him.

His head is thrown back with the force of the relief he is finally given. He tries so hard to keep his eyes on yours as he falls apart. He wants to see your reaction to achieving what you’ve been working on but the wave that sweeps through him is too strong and his eyes close briefly as he feels his balls emptying, jet spraying over his abdomen, a few stray drops going as far as to reach his cheek.

Everything feels too hot. The fire under his skin. The stuffiness of the room around him. The cum that marks him the entirety of his chest which will quickly become a sticky mess.

Jungkook expected a genuine smile to finally grace your features by this point. He’d followed all your commands, he’d been so good but the same sadistic smirk is all that he finds once he manages to look back at you.

“Keep going.”

Keep going? Keep what going? He’s empty, dick starting to slump back towards the ground.

“Don’t look so clueless. You asked to cum and I allowed it. You never said anything about asking to stop so take your pretty little dick back in your hand and keep going.”

Crazy. You’re devil incarnate, a demon in a pretty girl’s skin. Yet instead of closing the call and ignoring you he still reaches to grasp himself again.

There’s uncomfortable jolts of electricity going through him. He’s still too sensitive, the friction on his shaft sending his nervous system into overdrive. He reaches up to play at his nipples again. He knows how responsive his body is with the right stimulation. A few pinches and tweaks will have him hard again near instantly. He silently thanks the refractory period of being a horny dude in his twenties.

He’s back at full mast soon enough but the sensitivity is still too high, body jerking every time his fingers accidentally go too high and scrape against the head of his cock.

“You can do it properly, can’t you? Stroke your gorgeous cock like you mean it.” Only whimpers come as an answer. He can follow your directions. He wants to please you so badly. His eyes are squinted shut with the effort it takes to reach the tip and squeeze and twist around the head.

“Fuck! Hurts,” he complains, words barely being able to be formed between the pained wails. Breathing is becoming harder through the agony. His thighs are shaking, spasms wracking through his body as he tries to keep his pace.

“You love it when it hurts, don’t you? My perfect little painslut.” The agony he’s putting himself through is worth every second if it’s rewarded with your praises.

He desperately needs incentive to keep pushing towards his goal. His free hand is moving steadily upwards, over his chest, shiver rocking through him as he grazes his nipple again to settle at the base of his throat.

His head stretches back to expose as much of his neck as he can, muscles tensing as he wraps his hand around the column. He misses the hitch in your own breath at the view. He’s a beautiful mess and completely wrapped around your finger.

“Of course you’d like to be choked. Masochistic whore like you? Go on, squeeze, baby.”

The world turns dull around him. The darkness behind his closed eyes explodes in a world of color. There’s a cramp in his fingers as they dig into his skin. His throat is raw from the screams he’s letting out and the room is filled with the obscene slippery sounds of his hand jerking through the cum that’s now sticky against him but none of the sound registers in his ears. The only melody that enters through the fog in his brain in your voice as it calls to him one last time.

“Let go, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

His hand releases his neck from its grasp and everything collapses around him. Air rushes back to his brain and lungs in a crashing wave. The pain previously holding onto each of his nerve endings lets go into euphoria as a new flow of cum spurts out of him, albeit not as impressive as the first. Most of it ends up being forcefully milked out of his slit as it settles pathetically over his tattooed knuckles.

His whole body quivers for far too long, floating in exhilaration. It takes time for Jungkook to come back to his senses. There’s a thin film of sweat covering him and a dopey smile on his face at the bliss he’s been hurled into.

When he thinks he’s finally strong enough to handle the weight of his body back into a sitting position he searches for your eyes, ready to see how you’ve been affected by the whole thing only to be met with a dark screen. Your webcam has been turned off, the call disconnected.

All he’s left with is the chat window where a new message can be seen, a link to a Twitch page. He’s following it to a user page where he can see a picture of you in the circular shape next to your gamertag.

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thwethoobeen · 3 years ago

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[12.18] brother!niki × older sister!reader

⇀ being the middle child is never easy. especially when your brother is a dance prodigy and your older sister is a genius. what's left for the middle child aka you ?

⇁ literally an impulsive idea

⇁ tw : (borderline) bullying, self depreciation

Niki's eyes widened as his hands became sweaty.

He didn't mean to do it. He never meant to go over the line.

But the sight of you crying in front of him made him freeze in his spot as he never saw you cry other than when he was 6 and you were pushed to the ground, scraping your knee after you defended Niki from his bullies. That was a decade ago so he kind of forgot that you could cry too.

Niki was staying at your apartment after being given some time off from his company. It was hard being part of Enhypen but he loves it to bits. You had decided to go to Korea and continue your studies there rather than in Japan. Or so you said.

Your parents had convinced you to uproot your whole life and move to Korea to be there in case Niki needs help and they can't get to him as fast as they could. They would have asked your older sister had she not been accepted to a prestigious internship program and is in the middle of her studies. It would be unfair to halt all of that to be Niki's safety net in Korea.

It was hard for you, to adjust to class spoken in Korean and living in a strange place. You love the country and you love the city, but the people there can be... harsh. It was hard enough learning a new language and adapting all by yourself, the last thing you need is to be poked fun at.

Which was exactly what had happened.

Somehow people found out that you were Niki's older sister. Maybe they connected the dots from your last name, maybe someone got a tip from sasaeng. But it happened and the news spread first in your class.

You came to class to be swarmed by people asking whether or not the news were true. Being a foreigner, it was hard for you to make friends. So it was an overwhelming experience for you. On top of being swarmed, people finding out about your famous brother wasn't helping. It started with them initially praising your brother to your face, telling you how they want Niki to know that they love him and how they think he's so talented. The way they were trying to make you a messenger to their confession left a bitter taste in your mouth. They were YOUR classmates, why do they care more about a snotty brat who don't even know they exist? That was harsh. You love your brother, he's not snotty but he is a brat.

But it didn't stop there.

Within 20 minutes, someone decided to play mental breakdown limbo with you.

"I don't get how a person as talented as Nishimura Riki has a sister as plain and burdensome like you. You can't even do a presentation properly"

And suddenly the narrative changed to "let's see how far we can push (y/n)."

So of course after a long day of being berated, the last thing you want is to be welcomed to YOUR apartment with more mockery.

The second you entered the apartment, you were greeted with the sight of Niki standing (tall) by the entranceway. He had a frown on his face that eas actually an act, but the distress of the day barred you from recognizing it as such. Seeing his stature made you freeze up immediately, your body's natural reaction from seeing an unhappy Niki from years of prioritizing his happiness over yours as the middle child.

"Where have you been?" He asked, arms crossed on his chest. "I-I was-" you wanted to tell him that you had to hide in the library so you can work on your assignment peacefully but also to cry alone. But Niki cut you off before you could say anything, "I was here all alone, I didn't know where things are so I can't cook and I can't really order in or else people would know I'm here. It's 9 pm, noona, you've been gone for over 12 hours! How could you leave your precious little brother alone like this? Huh? Do you not feel bad? Do you think mom would like this?" He smirked smugly as he taunted you.

Niki was having so much fun joking to not realize that your hands had began shaking and tears once again for the nth time that day streamed down your cheeks.

It wasn't until he heard you sniffling that his smirk dropped, eyes widened, and panic course through his body. He began stammering, not knowing what to do or say at the moment

"Yeah, sure. I'm a bad sister, I'm a bad daughter, I'm a bad person. I'm never gonna be enough, am I?" You said through sobs. As if it wasn't wide enough, Niki's eyes almost bulged out at your words. He never thought you're a bad sister. Heck, out of the two, you're his favourite sister. That's why instead of going back to Japan to spend his vacation with everyone else.

"I'm never gonna be enough and that sucks. I've made peace with it but it still sucks. Why can't everyone see that I'm trying so hard to keep it all together? If you're so burdened with the fact that I have a life, why don't you just go back to your dorm where there are more interesting people around? People who are on your level. Unlike your pathetic, good-for-nothing, loser sister," you spat, voice rising with each words before pushing past him into your room.

You locked yourself in and cried yourself to sleep that night. Niki sat in front of your door, leaning his forehead on the wood as he heard you cry. His brave and strong sister, broken down so bad and he might be at fault. Tears pooled in his eyes when he heard you chanting about how you hate yourself, about how it's useless to try. He wanted to run in and hug you, tell you how amazing and wonderful he thinks you are.

The next morning, you found Niki asleep on the floor. You felt guilty for yelling at him when he didn't do anything wrong. So you tried your best to at least drag his body to the carpet on your living room. You pulled the blanket and pillow from your bed and make sure that Niki was sleeping comfortably.

Whilst moving him around, you felt how light he was. Has he lost more weight ? Last time you dragged him around, you could've sworn there were more resistance.

So you decided to make him something to eat before hatching a plan to avoid him until he has to go back to his dorm in a couple of days. After all, the best appology is with food, right?

In the middle of preparing, you realized that there were some things missing. Sighing, you decided to run out to the store real quick after making sure you tidied up a bit..

Niki woke up 20 minutes after you left. He was confused as to how he suddenly moved from your door to the living room with your blanket and pillow. Though it took a bit of an effort (due to him still being in an incoherent state), he put two and two together and realized that you had been the one to put him there. He smiled slightly at the thought of your caring nature.

But he immediately took notice that the apartment was too quiet and that your bedroom door was ajar and the room itself was empty. He didn't know why, but his first reaction was to panic.

The boy ran around the apartment trying to look for you. But since the apartment was fairly small, it didn't take him long to decide to look for you outside.

Clad in his hoodie that covered his face, he ran out whilst hastily putting his face mask on.

The elevator ride never felt so long to Niki. It really felt like he had spent two hours on it before it reached the ground floor. Once the doors were opened, he dashed out to look for you. Though it was true that he was specifically told to keep his identity well kept by his managers, at that moment he wasn't really thinking about the repercussion of being spotted. All he cared about was finding you.

It was by sheer dumb luck that he spotted you with your grocery bag in one hand. You had your back to him so you didn't see him. He felt a huge weight lifted off his chest and immediately, he jogged to you. But as he got closer, he saw that you were talking to three guys and by the looks of it, they had just said something very amusing judging from the smug smirks on their faces.

"Were you actually hurt by what we said?" One of the guys asked. The question made Niki stopped dead in his tracks. He decided to hear what the guy had to say because there was something unsettling with how he spoke to you.

The two people next to him snickered at what the middle dude bro said. When Niki's eyes shifted to you, he could see how your stance was tense. He wondered how often have they bothered you like this.

"We're adults, (y/n), for god's sake, learn to take some criticism. What we said were both facts and highly constructive. With the way you are in class and with your family, burdening everyone, there's no way you'll succeed in life! You'll end up mooching odd of your successful, rich brother until he drops you because he WILL get tired of your loser ass. What? Can't understand what I'm saying??" The same guy taunted more. Niki saw how hard you were gripping your grocery bag and that's when he decided that enough was enough.

As the three men bothered you, making gestures and speaking loudly with obnoxious enunciation. If it were up to him, he would've thrown his slippers at their heads. And that was as a warning.

Niki walked fast ripped his hoodie and mask off, revealing his face.

When one of the three men noticed him, he stopped as his eyes widened. He tapped his friends and pointed at Niki who was glaring at them. At 186 cm, Niki towered over the people in front of him even at a distance. But what scared those men weren't (just) his height and expression, but also because he's famous. They literally had a celebrity throwing daggers at them.

You frowned at the sight of your classmates suddenly looking dead afraid. You were about to turn and leave when suddenly an arm wrapped around your shoulder and Niki stood firmly by your side.

"Did you meant what you said about my sister? You think of her so lowly?" He growled.

For the first time ever, you saw a side of Niki that you've never seen before. He didn't look like your baby brother who asked to swap his lemon candy for your strawberry one with teary eyes and pouty lips. The same baby brother who cried when you graduated elementary school because you wouldn't be able to walk him to class anymore. But his protectiveness over you is unchanging.

The three men stammered, nervous that they had just been heard and terrified of what Niki will do to them.

"Well?" Niki asked, stepping forward and closer to them.

Their fight or flight instinct was triggered instantly. Instead of answering, they just scrambled away. You were rather glad that the confrontation was over but slightly nervous to what Niki might think or do. You pride yourself as being the older sibling so you don't really know what's gonna happen next.

You waited for Niki to turn and do something, anything. But after 3 minutes of standing and staring at the direction of where your bullies ran to, nothing still happened.

Suddenly, you heard sniffles from your tall brother and you panicked. Why was he crying? He didn't get hurt, right? You didn't black out and missed a fight, did you? Did he saw someone recognizing him somewhere?

Your hand reached forward for his shoulder, "Riki?" You asked as you slowly pulled him to turn to look at you.

The sight of him crying fat tears made you drop your grocery bag to cup his face, "Oh my god, Riki, are you okay?" You asked. Surprisingly, he shoved your hands off his face and he glared at you, "Okay? Me?? Are you seriously asking me if I'm okay!?" He asked, voice cracking at how emotional he was being. "I should be asking you that! Are those the assholes who made you cry last night? Have they been bothering you so much? Have they been feeding you lies!?" He questioned at a rapid pace.

A sigh left your lips and you shrugged, "It doesn't matter, Riki. It's just-" "Of course it fucking does!" He interjected loudly. You froze in utter surprise at his outburst. "They made you believe that you are less than nothing! That's not okay whatsoever- that's not nothing! It matters to me, noona! How can they talk about you like that? You are the best person ever and you deserve to be treated like a fucking queen for putting up with me, mom, dad, and our eldest sister. I can't let them get away after saying those things about you. I can't, I won't," he cried while shaking his head, his fists balled so tightly that it shook and his feet were shifted side to side as if he was preparing to take off running.

Now, this Niki reminds you so much of your little brother. You can see the resemblance to a younger him who cried quite often and it softened you.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for thinking so lowly of myself," you comforted him by putting one hand on the back of his head and one on his back and pulling him close so he could rest his face on your shoulder. That was when you thought "when did he get so big?" because truly, it seems like he's the older sibling.

"Don't say sorry for that, THEY are the ones who should be sorry," he sobbed, "Them and me." You chuckled and patted his head softly, "You have nothing to be sorry about, Riki. You are my baby brother, the best brother anyone could ask for and I'm really thankful to have you here with me, accompanying and protecting me."

Niki pulled away whilst sniffling, "I should be saying that about you, noona. You're my favourite person and no one can take that title away. Like those guys said, I WILL take care of you when we're older. I'll make lots of money so you can mooch off of me with no problem," he said with much sincerety.

You chuckled at this and reached to grab both his hand and the grocery bag on the sidewalk. "But what if you and I get married?" You asked, playing into his scenario. "No problem, we'll still live together and they HAVE to get along," he said as he gripped your hand tightly.

Once you both were in the elevator, Niki bumped his head with you before looking down on his feet, seemingly shy. "If I don't say this enough, I'm sorry. But I love you so much, you helped me be the person I am today and I wouldn't have gotten so far without your support. Although we don't see each other as much as I like, knowing that you're in the same country as me gave me reassurance that I at least have one support that counts here. I can never repay you."

You didn't know whether to coo at him or cry because those words made you feel so appreciated. Most appreciated in a while. Not even your parents had said those things to you. You smiled back and nod at him, "There's no where else I'd rather be than to support you and make sure that you're okay. You're my favourite person too, Riki. No one will ever take that spot which is why you don't have to worry about repaying me. You have nothing to repay for because I'm here because I love you too, okay?"

Niki grinned widely despite the residual tears dropping out of his eyes. If anything, he looks so adorable at that moment that you just wanted to pinch his cheeks.

At that moment, despite what has been going on in your life, you were really glad that your brother is Niki.

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Internship Chapter 30: Day 25 - Edric

Author Note: There are just 5 chapters left! Thanks for reading so far!

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With only a couple days left in his internship, Edric was quite chipper. Sure, he would have to go back to school after this, but at least he wouldn’t be spending all day on his feet.

He met Frederick by the locker room as usual, with the other witch beating him there as he always did. They exchanged small talk while they walked to the dispatcher’s office.

Unusually, there was another coven member already inside the office with him. Edric didn’t know who it was until they spoke.

“Just the pair I was waiting for.” The coven member, now identifiable as Nick, much to Edric’s displeasure, said as the pair entered the room.

“Are we being deployed together?” Frederick asked. He had mentioned that he expected to be put in training today, after being in the field for the first three days of the week.

The dispatcher shook his head. “No, you’re being deployed. I need a minute though.” He then turned to Nick, tone sharpening. “What is it you want, exactly?” He sounded displeased.

Nick crossed his arms. “As I said, the intern should be assigned to me for the rest of the week.” So, he wanted to take Edric away from Frederick for the last two days. He must’ve been trying to gain favor with the Emperor, Edric figured.

“You still haven’t explained why.” The dispatcher sounded annoyed, as if this conversation was grating on his nerves. Edric could understand; he was also irritated by the topic.

“You heard about what happened last week, and just a couple days ago Frederick led him on an illegal arrest.” Nick uncrossed his arms so he could count those two reasons on his fingers. Hold up, both of those things happened because of where they were deployed. Neither was Frederick’s fault.

“Excuse me,” Frederick intervened in the argument before Edric could. “Both of those situations turned out fine.”

The dispatcher wasn’t impressed either. “One slip up isn’t enough to strip his responsibilities away. Besides, neither you nor I have the authority to do that.”

“We both know that nobody higher up will object.” Nick pressed harder, his tone insistent. He leaned over the table, hovering over the dispatcher.

The dispatcher wasn’t caving. “No, and that’s final.” With that said, he turned back to Frederick and Edric. “The two of you are being sent on some reconnaissance today.”

He shifted through his papers, taking a couple photos out of the stack. As he rifled through, Nick huffed and stormed out of the office. Good riddance, Edric didn’t like him anyway.

The pictures showed a couple different angles of a rundown building with broken windows. The walls looked damaged and crumbling. “This building was recently abandoned. We need to make sure it’s actually empty. Check it out, see what you can find.” He cast an illusion quickly, which made a large map of the city appear behind him. To west of town, a yellow dot flashed. “It’s located here, you can get there by palisman.”

“Alright, we’ll take a look around.” Frederick examined the map carefully and took the photos, before fetching a palisman staff from the supply.

The two left the dispatcher’s office without another word, heading outside to fly to their destination. Frederick didn’t offer any comments about why Nick was trying to get Edric assigned to him, and there was no way Edric was going to bring the topic up.

Once they were on the palisman, flying high above the city, Frederick finally spoke. “Be careful today.” He said, glancing back at Edric. “The building looks unstable, so watch your step.”

“I will.” Edric replied, having to raise his voice to be heard over the wind. The conversation died almost as soon as it started, with only the whoosh of rushing air to accompany them. Edric wondered what Frederick was thinking about, but he had yet to invent a mind reading spell to find out.

After a few more minutes of flying, they left the edge of Bonesborough. The next area consisted of fields and scattered buildings. When their target was in sight, Frederick took the photo out to double check that they were at the right building. It seemed to check out, so they landed in front of the building.

The building was two stories tall, with white peeling paint on the walls. The few windows were smashed, and the front door was ajar. The grass around the house was overgrown, as if it hadn’t been cared for in at least six months.

“Got your sword?” Frederick asked as they walked towards the entrance.

“Yup.” Edric patted it on his hip.

“Be ready in case there’s trouble.” Frederick cast a spell as they reached the door, which caused a ball of light to appear in his hand. He stepped slowly into the house, leading with that light.

Edric cast a similar spell as he followed, creating a small beam of light that he could direct with his hand. Upon entering, Edric was hit with the overwhelming smell of mold. This building had clearly been abandoned for a while.

They started on the first floor, with Frederick leading the way. They looked in each of the rooms, checking for anything worth reporting back about. They didn’t find much besides dirt, dust, mold, cracks in the walls, and abandoned garbage.

In the kitchen, Edric tried to turn the sink on. Unsurprisingly, no water came out. “Utilities have been shut off.” He commented to Frederick, who nodded.

“It’s been empty for a while.” Frederick replied, scooping a layer dust off the counter with one finger and examining it closely. A bug skittered away towards the corner, causing Edric to flinch away. Frederick didn’t react to it. “Let’s check upstairs.” He said as he turned away from the counter and walked back towards the center of the building.

They then went up the stairs, with Frederick again in the lead. He took each step slowly, making sure that the whole thing wasn’t about to collapse under his feet. Even going second, Edric felt uneasy. He was getting a strange vibe from this place, was it haunted or something? It felt like residual magic as he walked up the stairs, but that shouldn’t have been the case.

At the top of the steps, there was a straight hallway with a few doors. Frederick went to the closer ones first, looking in at what looked like offices.

When they reached the end of the hallway, things started to go wrong.

Like he had for all the other rooms, Frederick stepped through the door first. This time though, unlike all the others, there was a reaction. A spot on the ground in the doorway glowed a moment after he stepped past. Edric backed away when he saw it, only making it half a step before the floor started to shake.

Frederick spun around when he felt it, but it was too late. “Get back!” He shouted, taking one futile step towards the door. The doorframe cracked and fell in before he could make it, parts of the walls and ceiling coming not long after. Shafts of light came in through the gaps. Edric backed even farther away, as the floor fragmented beneath his feet, bumping his back against the wall of the hallway. The rubble at the door fell through the floor, causing cracks to web out from the spot. A huge cloud of dust flew up when the rubble landed, making Edric cough and keeping him from seeing through.

“Frederick!” He called out between coughs, hoping the other witch would respond.

There was no reply.

Well, that was bad. Edric cast another light spell to try and get more light, though he knew it probably wouldn’t help.

After a minute, the floor stopped shaking.

For the time being, it seemed like the building was done collapsing. Slowly the dust started to settle, allowing Edric to see the damage. Where there had been a room before, there now was a huge hole in the ground and the walls. When Edric peered through it, he could see what looked like the kitchen below. It was full of rubble, pieces of the floor and walls that had fallen through. He couldn’t see Frederick, but he had to be down there.

Edric scrambled back to the stairs, running down to get to the rubble. When he reached the room, it looked even worse than from above.

“Hey, Frederick, you in there?” Edric called, pushing a slab closest to the door to move it. It was heaving, far too heavy to lift.

This time, he got a response. The sound of coughing, not usually welcome, guided Edric in the right direction. “I’m here.” Frederick’s voice was weaker than usual, though that could’ve been because it had to travel through the rubble. Edric moved towards the sound, stopping at a large pile of rubble.

“I’m gonna get you out.” Edric cast a net spell, then layered in a spell that enhanced muscle strength. It wasn’t one he used often, but he knew it. He slung the net over a particularly large rock, then tried to pull it out of position. Even with the strengthening spell, he wasn’t able to budge it.

Frederick coughed again, a rougher sound than before. “Stand back.” He said, which was not an instruction Edric really wanted to obey. “I’ll get it.”

“Are you sure?” Edric asked, switching to trying to move the boulder with his body. He cast the anti friction spell beneath it, but that only let him move it a few inches.

“Yes.” Frederick’s voice was clearer. “Go.”

Edric frowned, but complied. He stepped away from the pile of rubble, back to the doorway of the room. “Okay, I’m away.”

The sound that came next was so grating, Edric had to cover his ears and duck mostly out of the room. It seemed to be some kind of bard magic, radiating from the rubble.

Though it sounded awful, it worked wonders on the rocks and pieces of floor. They shook themselves apart, breaking into much smaller pieces. After a moment Frederick became visible underneath, his small foldable flute lifted to his lips. After a few moments he stopped playing, arms and flute dropping to his lap.

Edric crossed the room quickly, kneeling down next to him. “You okay?” He asked, knowing the answer was probably no.

Fredrick was taking deep breaths, likely trying to regain his strength himself. He lifted a hand, slowly, and cast a healing spell. “I’ll live. Are you hurt?”

Typical Frederick, worrying about him even after falling ten feet and almost being crushed to death. “No, I’m fine.” Edric wished he had mastered that healing spell. He plopped the rest of the way onto the ground, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“I’m glad.” Frederick cast a second healing spell, his hands already steadier than when he cast the first. “Do you know what triggered the collapse?” He asked, already in investigation mode despite still looking like he couldn’t stand.

Edric thought he might’ve. “There was a flash of light on the floor, right in the door.”

“Sounds like a spell.” Fredrick mused. He started to brush the dust and broken fragments off his clothes. “We should check it out.”

Edric didn’t move. “Just rest for a little.” He said, feeling like the rational voice in the room for the first time.

Frederick ignored him at first, but when he tried to stand he immediately sat back down with a grunt. “Fine, but just until I’m healed enough to move.” He cast another healing spell, with a larger spell circle this time.

“Yes sir.” Edric quipped in response, lightening his tone. It had been one crazy thing after another for the last week, with this as officially the wildest thing that happened so far. Hopefully nothing crazier happened, or he’d have to adjust that statement.

Edric picked up his knees and placed his arms on them, then lifted his mask to press his forehead against them. He closed his eyes, just for a minute, to calm his still racing heart. He could hear Frederick cast another spell beside him.

After a couple minutes, a rustling sound prompted Edric to open his eyes and sit up. Frederick was now on his feet, stretching his arms slowly.

“Let’s go.” Frederick said as his arms fell back to his sides. Edric rose to his feet slowly, muscles already complaining from his attempts to move the rubble earlier.

The two walked back through the house, heading back up the stairs. They did this even slower than before, since there was a higher risk of collapse. Luckily, the stairs held.

All of the dust had settled now, making a clearer image than before. The hole still looked huge, but Edric could see the ground around it much more clearly. Right at the edge, the floor looked to be fragmented strangely. The breaks at the edge were in straight lines and corners, while the cracks spreading away from the edge moved in random patterns. The sunlight was coming in strong through the new holes in the ceiling, so they didn’t need light spells to see properly.

“It was definitely a spell.” Frederick mused out loud as he examined the floor. “It must’ve been embedded in the floor.”

“Is that possible?” Edric had never heard of something like that. As far as he had learned, a witch needed to be present to cast a spell. Sure, small illusions could be triggered as traps, but they didn’t do anything except store an image. They didn’t have enough power to do something like this.

Frederick nodded. “It is, but only for the best of the best. A common witch couldn’t have done this. A trap this powerful can only be maintained for about a day.”

So it had to be a strong witch, one who had access to this building recently. That was strange though; the building had been abandoned.

“Wait.” Edric’s mind was spinning. “Are you saying a powerful witch tried to kill us?” If the spell had to be set recently, and the two of them had been assigned there that morning, wasn’t that the only logical conclusion?

“Not necessarily.” Frederick crossed his arms, stepping back from the hole in the ground. “I can’t imagine someone would try to attack you.”

That was where Frederick was mistaken. “I wasn’t the target.” Edric shook his head. “You were.” The pieces were starting to come together. He knew what was going on.

“The coven will investigate.” Frederick took out a piece of paper and started drawing the scene.

“Don’t tell them yet.” Edric said, drawing Frederick’s attention back to him.

Frederick sounded skeptical, doubtful. “Why not?” He was still working on his drawing.

“If you report it, they’ll cover their tracks. I have to find them before then.” Edric was confident that he knew who it was.

“You think this was an inside job? I’m not sure about that. It should be left to the coven.” Frederick insisted, abandoning his drawing to look fully at Edric.

“Do you trust me?” Edric countered with a question, an important one.

“Does that matter?”

Edric pushed harder. “Do you?” After all this time, it did.

Frederick sighed. “Yes.” He seemed reluctant to admit it, though that was only because Edric was pressuring him.

“Just tell them the building was abandoned. I’ll find out who did it.”

Reluctantly, Frederick agreed. Edric’s mind was churning again, this time running through plans.

He was going to need some help with this. Luckily, he knew just the witch for the job.

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