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lollypopsx · 3 years

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Flatmate!Harry: I’ll Make It Up To You - Part 3

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Part 1 - Part 2

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Warnings: I think slight swearing, One sentence of smutty language.

A/N-The bold bits are a flashback!

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You were spending your Wednesday afternoon doing housework and cleaning up your apartment. In the last two weeks, you had been helping Harry here and there with writing some songs, but you never wanted to take any credit for his work. You were just happy to help.

You’d both let the mess pile up a little bit, mainly paper thrown everywhere, scribbled with random lyrics and instrument chords. You had vowed to yourself that you weren’t going to write anymore or get yourself lost in your musical dream world, but Harry always seemed to manage to get you sucked in to help.

You pick up your phone to dial H, letting it ring a few times.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Everything fine?” Harry answers worriedly.

You couldn’t help but chuckle “Everything is fine, I just phoned to see if you needed any of that paper on the piano or if it can be thrown?”

“Erm, maybe just stick it in a pile in my room and I’ll go through and sort it later. What are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning our pigsty of an apartment Haz!” You laugh and smile.

“Look at you being a wife” He teases and chuckles.

“Shut up, or you’ll be my next victim! Do you want me to wash your bedding too?”

“Ohhh yes please! You’re an angel!”

“Someone’s got to be” You smile. “And your spare sheets are in the drawer under your bed?” You hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you pile the thrown papers together.

“Yeah I think I- Erm...a-actually I can put the sheets on when I’m home!” He says quickly. You were slightly taken back by the change in his tone. “Are you sure?”

“Y-yeah....yeah I...I forgot I’d bought some new ones a while ago and they’re...they’re still in my car” He fakes a chuckle, although you soon became oblivious to his cover story.

“Did you manage to get those silky black ones?!” You gasp.

“Y-yeah...yeah I did”...fuck. “I gotta go, Jeff’s pestering me to sign some stuff. I’ll see you later”

“Okie dokie, see you later. Text me when you’re leaving the studio and I’ll start dinner.”

“Thanks babe, laters” He sighs softly and hangs up. “I need to order black silk sheets on Amazon asap...” He groans.

“You still haven’t told her?!” Jeff sighs, his head shaking. “Harry you need to do it sooner or later...”

“I know but she might freak out!” Harry’s brows furrowed as he kicks the floor softly. “Right...let’s keep going” He sighs.

You cleaned the apartment top to toe, and you couldn’t help admit that you did feel much better. It felt cosier than before, and on this particular day, the sun was glowing, warming your skin through the window.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this. You promised yourself two weeks ago that you wouldn’t be doing this. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t put your mind back into your past and be sitting writing songs about old feelings and passed experiences. But here you were...

Using the back of the scraps of paper from Harry’s pile, you were spilling out every word that came to mind, like every feeling in your chest was finally released. Your fingers glided across the piano keys flawlessly with the words you had pieced together, falling perfectly from your mouth. The weight being lifted made you wish you had done this months ago.

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“Come on babe, everyone’s already waiting for us at the party...your birthday party which me and all your friends have thrown for you and we’re late!” Your boyfriend Adam teased as he smiled, “You look great” He chuckles as he grabs his jacket.

“Okay, I’m ready! Let’s go. I can’t believe you guys all managed to book out Club 21 for me!” You grin as you followed him into the taxi towards the club.

“You dropped my hand while dancing, so I left you out there standing...crestfallen on the stage with...champagne problems

You had a cheap ring for it...my picture in your wallet...but my heart was glass and you dropped it...now I have champagne problems”

The music was pounding as you danced around happily with all your friends on the dance floor. You were having the best night of your life so far. Surrounded by all of yours and Adam’s best friends. You pant as you escape the crowded dance floor and head over to the bar, joining your friend Niall, and your best friend and flat mate Harry, who were both best friends too.

“Hello birthday girl!” Niall grins and hugs you tightly, kissing your cheek. “It’s not my birthday yet!” You laugh and hug him tightly, then hugging Harry. “Not for another...57 minutes” Harry smiles.

“Have you guys seen Adam? He said he’d get me a drink and I haven’t seen him since!” You say over the music. “I think he’s in the toilet...I’ll go find him. H can get you a drink” Niall pats your back and heads to the men’s toilets.

“Did you tell your family the real reason? Or did you keep it in?...Your mum had splashed out on the bottle...now no ones celebrating”

“Dom Pérignon, you brought it...but our friends never applauded...your hometown skeptics say it’s...champagne problems”

As Niall strolled into the toilets, he checked his hair in the mirror, noticing a pair of white trainers and red heels in the reflection, hidden behind a cubical door. He smirked and chuckled quietly until he heard “Ohhh fuck, Adam keep going” the female moaned softly. Surely not...there must be plenty of Adam’s in the club. “Mmm I haven’t been able to resist you since I arrived...fuck you’re so tight baby” Adam moaned. It was him. Niall felt the fury cause redness to his cheeks and it took all of his will power not the break the door down and beat Adam to a pulp. He knew where he needed to be most importantly.

His fists were clenched as he left and walked over to the bar “Y/N...” Niall couldn’t help the frown on his lips. You smile as you saw him come back “There you are, was he in there?”

“Y/N I need to tell you something...” Niall gulped. You couldn’t help but feel like his expression said every word you had been so scared to hear. And he never had to say a word, as you saw Adam stumbling out the men’s bathroom, with an unknown female following out 10 seconds later. You had no words, everything you wanted to say...to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to punch something.

“I’m going to fucking kill him” You heard a mutter from Harry. But you couldn’t react.

“Was it all for the money...or all for the show...I found out that you cheated so I had to go...I always thought I’d know the answer, ‘til you were on your knee and asked me”

You went to storm up to Adam but he was long gone. You had no clue where he had gone...was this it? Was that how he leaves us? As you turn back to Harry and Niall, their eyes were no longer on you, their dark, angry eyes watching up at the stage. Adam appeared with a wide grin on his face.

“Where’s Y/N?” He calls out. If you hadn’t of just seen him fall out the bathroom with another girl, you would never have believed he could do something so breaking. “Adam...what are you doing?” You mumble, feeling tears in your eyes. Harry and Niall stood close behind you.

“Come up here baby” Adam grins, but before you could even attempt to run away, you were being pulled up onto stage by two of your other friends, who clearly didn’t know what had just happened.

Was this it? Was he about to break up with you 45 minutes before your birthday...in front of all your friends? You couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing. But oh no, this was much worse.

"I was going to do this in 45 minutes...but unfortunately, one of our friends has to leave the celebrations early for work tomorrow...” Adam smiles brightly at you. You felt sick to your stomach. How could he have the audacity act like he hadn’t just cheated and broken your heart.

You were still in shock. Everything was happening so fast, that you didn’t focus until you realised Adam was on his knee. “Y/N Y/L/N...will you marry me?” He pulls out a small ring, that was clearly not going to fit you. It would definitely cut off your circulation!

The lights were bright in your eyes, as they reflected the tears threatening to spill. But they weren’t the happy tears you always dreamed you’d have at this moment. He pushed the ring up into your hand, silently begging you to take it. You don’t know why...but you held the ring in your hands loosely.

“H-how could you cheat on me...” You whisper, only loud enough for him to hear. You could see the guilt in his eyes as everyone was about to cheer, assuming you’d said yes...but the crowd quickly fell silent as you shook your head, you just wanted to run.

You rushed down the steps at the side of the stage and pushed through the crowd, your legs feeling like jelly as you crashed through the doors and ran...you just ran. The tears finally freed themselves as you let out heavy sobs.

You heard people shouting your name down the street but you couldn’t stop. You were scared to face whatever happened next. You ran and ran until you felt two arms grab you from behind “Hey...shhh c’mere it’s me” As soon as you heard Harry’s hushed tones, you stopped resisiting his grip. You turned into his chest and clutched his shirt, sobbing loudly as you wanted to fall into a pile there and then. His arms protectively tightened around you, his head resting ontop of yours.

“I got you...I’ve always got you. Niall’s getting the car and we’re taking you straight home”

“...I could of made such a lovely wife...what a shame you fucked up my head... they said “you’ll find the real thing instead...and he’ll patch up the pieces you’ve shred.... and he’ll...hold my hand while dancing...I’ll never leave him standing, crestfallen on the stage with Champagne Problems”

The journey home was painfully silent apart from your sobs. Harry held you closely as Niall drove. “I’ll pop round tomorrow ok...text me if you need anything” Niall says to Harry, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you get out the car. “Thanks Ni” You mumble. “Anytime princess” He gives you a sweet smile before driving home.

Harry gets you inside, you wipe your soaked cheeks with the back of your hand. You headed straight to the fridge intending to get some water, but instead you found two bottles of champagne which had been sat in the fridge since Christmas.

“Better late than never...” You mutter and take them to the sofa. You popped one open and took a large mouthful from the bottle. Harry brought in a hoodie of his for you, wrapping it around your arms as you suddenly burst into heavy sobs. “Why me?!” You scream into his chest.

“No you’re perfect...he doesn’t deserve you” He whispers, holding you close to him. “You don’t need him. You have me...and Niall”

You whimpered as you took swigs from your bottle very quickly. It tasted awful. But nothing tasted worse than heartbreak.

“Hey Y/N…happy birthday m’darling” he whispers “I’ll make sure you have the best day”

“A cheap ring in your pocket...her picture in your wallet...you won't remember all my...champagne problems

Have you forgotten all my champagne problems?

Now, his mum’s ring in his pocket...my picture in his wallet...he’ll never give me any...champagne problems

He helped to cure all of my champagne problems...”

The next morning, you woke with a heavy head. You found yourself quickly remembering the night before. You sat up slowly, feeling an arm tightly wrapped around your waist. You and Harry had fallen asleep on the sofa...you must have cried yourself to sleep after demolishing one and a half bottles of champagne.

“How are you feeling?” Harry whispers, his hand brushing your hair back gently. You stare at the ring on the table. “I...I don’t know. I never thought this would happen to me...I though this was it.” You mumble sadly. “I thought I was enough” You whisper silently. His heart broke and the ide that you felt you weren’t enough. “You will always be enough...” He frowns and holds you. Kissing your head. He’d never wished more than to have the ability to take someone’s pain away.

“Y-you...you won’t leave me too will you Harry?” You sniffle, your head resting on his chest.

“Never...I’ll never leave you” He mutters into your hair.

“What if I’m alone forever...what if I can’t heal from this?” You whimper

“You’ll find it. I know you thought you did...but you’ll find the real thing instead, and whoever it is will patch your heart up. And you won’t ever need to leave him” He whispers reassuringly.

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You play around with the last two versions of the chorus, completely oblivious to Harry’s presence in the doorway until you heard a small shuffle from that direction

Your head snapped up “Jesus Harry! I didn’t know you would be home yet...You scared the life out of me! What’s wrong?” You frown as you run up to him, throwing your arms up around his shoulders, noticing his furrowed brow and the sad frown on his lips.

“I...that was so beautiful Y/N...and it just reminds me of how much he hurt you...a-and you...y-you’ve grown so much” He whispers softly, his arms tightly wrapping around you. “You never deserve to be treated like that...and I still hear you crying some nights, I just couldn’t face seeing you that way and...and I-I knew you’d kill me if I barged in...” He mutters, his eyes grazing the floor, as you let out a small laugh. “And you wrote a song again...I’m so fucking proud”

“It’s okay Harry...I’m okay now!” You whisper, holding his cheeks in your hands. “I just needed to do it. One final time, and that’s it now. I’m going to get a proper job and-”

“Y/N I need to talk to you.” Harry cuts you off. “I was planning on having this conversation with you in a much nicer setting...but I don’t think I can wait.”

This was it...you didn’t realise how much you had craved to hear those three words fall from Harry’s mouth after months of trying to convince yourself that you didn’t feel that way.

“I’ve got you a recording contract with me for the new album...I want you on it. It’s been sat under my bed for weeks ready to give to you but I was worried you’d say no-” Harry says nervously.

You almost didn’t realise what he’d said until it was too late and you already started speaking.

“Harry I love you too...I-” You gasp as your hand flies in front of your mouth. No. No. No no no. This was not happening! You had single handedly embarrassed the shit out of your self and ruined the rest of your life. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole and spit you out in Australia.

“W-what?” Harry froze, taken back by the sudden confession. He didn’t know what to say, but to say he was shocked was an understatement.

“What...” You tried to act natural. Wishing to take back the last 5 seconds. “Oh...that’s erm...that would be a good read...you can just slide it under my door and I’ll read it in 3-5 working days.” You mutter quickly. You didn’t slipping past him, to disappear into your bedroom.

“Y/N...wait!” His hand grabs your wrist “...you love me?” His gaze fell soft into yours. You thought of every excuse to get out of this situation, as scared as you was to admit it...it was out now.

“Y-yeah...” you whisper, staring into his eyes, praying to make some sense of how he felt towards you. You so badly wanted him to speak, but the silence hanging between the two of you was deafening. You needed to know.

“D-do...do you...Do you love me Harry?” Your voice croaked.

Of course he did...

“I-I don’t know...” You couldn’t help but feel your heart shatter some more, the sparkle in your eye slowly fading. And at that moment, you know you had ruined the best friendship of your life. You prepared yourself for Harry to leave the room, pack a bag and go to stay at Niall’s. But he just stood there, analysing your face intensely. You began to pull your hand away from his and run quickly.

“No...wait! Y/N I didn’t mean it like that I just...Well you always had Adam...and you’ve always been my best friend...and then when you guys split up, I...I was so angry because I knew I could never do that to you, and I wanted to change that so badly, but I never wanted to my feelings to get in the way of our friendship. I don’t ever want to loose you Y/N...I always thought I just wanted what I can’t have...until I knew I wanted to protect you for the rest of my life...I love you...I’ve always loved you Y/N, I just didn’t want to ruin anything...” He whispers, his bright eyes sparking as the warm sunset glow flooded your apartment.

“H-have I ruined it all....” You whimper softly, feeling your breath getting stuck in your throat.

“Never...” He whispers, one of his hands cupping your cheek, and the other locking into the side of your neck as you felt soft tears slipping down your cheeks. You had never been so terrified of losing someone. But that worry was soon washed away when you felt Harry’s soft pink lips press against yours. Sparks were flying through your blood as you wasted no time kissing him back with every ounce of passion until you couldn’t breath.

Neither of you wanted to beak the kiss...but Harry also didn’t want the pair of you to collapse. He pulled his lips away from yours, pressing his forehead against yours, the both of you panting heavily.

“I love you so fucking much” He whispers, tears filling his eyes.

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- 3 Months Later -

"Y/N we need to get you downstairs, we don’t have time to get you mic’d up up here, Graham has already started the show, so we’ll mic you up in the wings” A runner knocked on your dressing room.

“Ok I’m ready lets go...” You get up from the chair and check yourself in the mirror quickly. You had a beautiful red dress on, the sleeves hung off the shoulders and there was a slit in the leg of the floor length material. You had sparkly silver heels on, which looked like diamonds when they caught the light. Your hair was curled in a half up, half down style, with your normal glamourous makeup.

Harry was in the wings waiting, speaking to a few other people as you were getting mic’d up. He was in a red suit, to match the colour of your dress, with a white shirt, his shoes just white this time. He glanced up with a wide grin. “There she is...mmm look at my beauty” He smirks happily and presses a kiss to your lips, holding your hips as a runner was hiding the wire in your dress.

“And you’re on in 3...2...1...”

“Please welcome Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!”

Harry took your hand as you followed him onto the set of The Graham Norton Show, the crowd cheering happily as you are greeted with a hug and kiss on the cheek from Graham, returning happily, and sitting down beside Harry after he gave the same greeting.

“Hello hello and welcome! It’s an honour to have you both here tonight on my sofa...although you have both sort of blended in” He chuckles

“Yeah...we didn’t really think about that until we got changed...” Harry chuckles, his hand holding yours tightly as you smile, taking a sip of wine from your glass.

“So we have a lot to talk about tonight...but firstly...congratulations on your new album! It sounds incredible and I know I’m not the only one wondering this, but how did you find working together while being in a relationship? Because your relationship only came into public view after the album was released...Now you two have lived together for...4 years is that right?” Graham asks.

“Yeah so...actually we have been best friends and flat mates for years, we’ve always had such a heavy impact on each others lives but we always both sort of thought it was just friendship. Around a year ago now I went through a really difficult break up and Harry was there every step of the way. Since then I always knew I loved Harry but it wasn’t until just after we had written the first version of Fine Line that I found out he felt the same” Your eyes gleam just talking about it.

“So...you two wrote Fine Line together, was that the first song you wrote for the album?” He looks over at Harry

“Actually, I’d already written Watermelon Sugar, Golden and Adore You. Fine Line was next and I was writing it at home. Naturally every song I write, Y/N is one of the first to hear, whether it’s in the living room, or when she’s in the bath and I sit outside the door to play it. It’s always been that way, even before we got together.”

Graham nods and smiles “You can’t let the poor woman have a bath in peace!” He jokes and teases as you both laugh. “So did you decide to name the album Fine Line because it’s the first song you wrote together?”

“I know!” Harry chuckles “sort of...Fine Line actually came about after...well it was after a prank I tried to pull on Y/N which went horribly wrong, then she finally forgave me and I was talking to her in the kitchen about how I was struggling to write emotional songs at the time. And the words she said to me really stuck...that night I sat at the piano and tried to piece together our conversation in a song. Y/N came to help me and she just...she’s really the saving grace. So I think yeah...maybe that was one of the reasons we called in Fine Line.”

“That’s incredible...and Y/N you were actually going to give up music weren’t you? Thank god you didn’t” Graham smiles.

You blush softly “I was...I just as going through a rough time. I helped Harry with the song and then I said I would quit. Then a couple of weeks later, Harry declared his love for me after he’d told me he had a joint record deal contract for us, to include me in the album” you tease with a smirk.

Harry grins widely and laughs quietly “I think the details of that have been slightly twisted...” He teases as you blush.

“Well I can’t wait to hear that story later! Now are there going to be any more joint albums...?” Graham asks curiously.

“...” You both look between each other “Time will tell Graham” Harry winks.

“Well...we are goin to go to an ad break now, but stay tuned because you don’t want to miss the first ever live performance of Fine Line by Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!”

The crowd cheer loudly as the cameras cut to an ad break.

“I’m not waffling too much right?...it is my first ever proper interview” You mumble slightly as Harry and Graham sat with you in conversation while you were having your makeup touched up.

“You’re doing great baby...everyone loves you. I told you I’d make it all up to you when I stole your clothes and you missed that audition...” He grins cheekily.

“Now that’s a story I definitely need to hear!” Graham laughs along with the audience

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becomingbts · 3 years

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Time heals (sometimes) - 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

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Warnings: The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: So hello everyone, welcome to Time Heals (sometimes). Thank you so, so much for the warm welcoming, it has been my first time getting so many asks, I was honestly overjoyed. I still don’t really know what to call this part; is it a teaser? A note? A full chapter? I believe we’ll get some snapshot of memories like this one throughout the series because there is going to be a lot to unpack on both sides. I think it will be a chapter nevertheless because I have to establish some kind of order as to which parts should be read first, and I think this one is extremely important.

Thank you for reading,

-Dolly

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Her scream pierced through the air while cries broke in the frenzied arena while a single blond-haired man froze, emptily staring at the stage. It felt like his senses heightened; his skin was shuddering, his eyes were frantically searching for one specific figure while his voice was lost in his throat. The screams resonating in the stadium would have been too loud for his voice to be heard anyway.

Jimin knew he shouldn’t be there.

Namjoon had told them more than once that none of them should try to go to one of (Y/N)’s events. It could be dangerous and they could be overwhelmed; anything could happen to them and they would still remain a nobody who fainted in the howling crowd. Would they want to take this risk? No.

So, Jimin would have had to admit that going to her very first concert in Seoul since the pandemic sounded like a very, very, very bad idea. And to be honest, it still didn’t seem to be a bright idea now that he was actually there.

But he still went because he needed to see her for himself; to see how she was. He had so many things he dreamed about asking her. Are you okay? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat before coming to the arena? Are you nervous? Do you... remember me?

Maybe he was torturing himself. He kept on watching her lives, following her on all social media, always made sure to leave a sweet comment, and never miss any of her new updates... Maybe he even had a folder of pictures of her on his phone but he’d never admit it to any of his mates. Taehyung would probably take his phone away from him and delete everything and Jimin couldn’t let that happen.

He felt like it was cheating. Don’t take him wrong though. When he thought that, he was not really thinking about the boys. They did collectively agree not to follow her activities as an artist but it was getting harder and harder with how popular she got anyway. Moon was everywhere. In commercials, on the radio, her songs were on the TV… Even if she was known for refusing most of the promotional contracts that were offered to her, her image was still constantly in the media despite her avoidance of it. Ironic, but the media were trying their best to find anything about her, be it positive or negative. One day she was seen on her bike, the next, she was in a coffee shop, and it kept on going on, overstepping on her privacy as if it was just a meaningless word.

The lockdown had admittedly played a major part in Jimin’s obsession. Being in their apartment meant quickly running out of activities, and his job as a dance teacher was not really filling his free time (a lot of his classes were also canceled). It was also during that time that (Y/N) truly blew up as an independent artist. Advertisement on YouTube started being around her channel and her music, the recommendations he kept on seeing were about also her… Jimin’s resolve honestly broke easily. It was hard not to be curious about his lost soulmate even though he didn’t feel like he had the right to be hurting.

Anyway, to come back to his main point, if Jimin felt like he was cheating; it was mostly for her. After all, (Y/N) had no means of letting the curiosity get the best of her, to know what they were doing; to simply see or contact them. He had, at first, not really thought about that. Watching her content seemed a very innocent thing to do in his opinion; billions of people were watching her content, why should he prevent himself from doing so? Yet, Jimin could still remember one of her live she did soon after that interview she had given on this damned radio show where she had revealed who her title track ‘TIME’ was about… She had gone live the next day-Jimin had jumped on his phone because of the notification-and one fan had asked her what would she do if she knew that her ‘ex-soulmates’ (and those words left a very sour taste in Jimin’s mind) were watching her. The question had silenced a previously restless Jimin, replacing his initial excitation with dread while a lump formed itself in his throat. He had not even noticed it; he was so focused on her live and her upcoming answer that Jimin had completely missed the sound of a glass breaking in the apartment. Jimin had been home alone, so even if had indeed heard it, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to check what had happened, thinking that the wind knocked it over or something. Jimin had been so absorbed by what he had been watching that he even got surprised a few hours later when Seokjin came home and yelled at him for breaking something when he had been clearly innocent, engrossed in (Y/N)’s live (not that he could tell his soulmates about that part, but yeah). (Y/N)’s live would always be more important than some random glass breaking again in their apartment. Every object was doomed with Namjoon living here anyway.

On her side of the screen though, (Y/N) had seemed taken aback as she had read the question and had gritted her teeth gently. She had seemed to be pondering about her answer even though a lot of people in her chat were telling her to forget about the question if it made her uncomfortable (a lot were even scolding the person who asked). Yet, sighing softly, she had looked up at the screen:

“I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from asking questions on this topic. It’s not taboo but I’d rather not remember everything that comes with it. However, to answer this-hopefully-last question about it, I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. It would only be fair after all. I’ve been denied access to their lives six years ago, why would they get a free pass into mine now?” She had not smiled nor had she seemed hurt by her own comment, yet Jimin’s heart had shattered in pieces, unable to press the cancel button.

Her voice had slowly faded into background noise while her words had been stuck in his head.

I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content.

How could Jimin ever do that? He realized that he truly should. Namjoon would even agree with you, as ironic as it sounded for Jimin. Namjoon had been one of the most adamant ones about rejecting your bond, after all. Jimin was shaking with bitterness while ‘Moon’ continued her stream peacefully with music. Jimin could only try to gulp his anger down as he remembered her crumbling features on that fateful day.

“You’re not our soulmates. This name on our arms means nothing to us. You are nothing to us if not a hindrance. Leave us alone.”

If Jimin could go back in time, he’d prevent Taehyung from spatting those words at her. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Playing the scene over and over in his mind wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change that she probably hated them. It wouldn’t change the song she made about them.

And worst of all, it wouldn’t change the fact that Jimin had let himself believe that their choice had been for the best, trying to console and reassure himself, even if he had already known that it was wrong. Tears were pooling up in his eyes even if none escaped as he finally caught a glimpse of her on the stage. Suddenly brought back to reality after his subconscious memory trip, Jimin finally connected back to the world, looking around while he was still frozen on his spot. People were still screaming around him and he wondered if he looked like an intruder. Because, after all, wasn’t that what he exactly was? She said it herself that she didn’t wish for them to watch her; so what was he doing here?

Jimin couldn’t help but stare; she looked ethereal, dressed like a queen in the middle of a sold-out arena. People were screaming her name as she yelled her infamous ‘hi people’. It was an opening sentence that Jimin heard way too many times in her vlogs and suddenly hearing it in real life seemed surreal.

Jimin could only watch in awe, entranced with her everything.

Screw the boys and what they would think once he’d be back from her concert.

He had been the one to find her six years ago anyway. He had been the one to bring her to their home six years ago, hoping for the boys to change their mind once they’d meet her.

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recklessmark · 3 years

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chapter six: come to your love

—from DISCRETION series

Summary: you incidentally met a notorious CEO and your gut told you that you must claim this man. and even the fact that he’s engaged to someone else didn’t stop you from achieving what you want.

Pairings: CEO! Mark x Designer! Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1384

—previous: chapter five-distraction

“Is there a problem?”, Mark stops at the red light, his fingers tapping on the wheel.

“I’m having a fashion show in France”, you say casually, “This is my first show of wedding dress.”

Suddenly Mark feels there’s something wrong, he narrows his eyes at you. “First show? I thought you only make wedding dress?”

You tilt your head, smiling at him. “Is it because you didn’t investigate properly or I cover everything up too well?”

You don’t care what type of clothing is that, as long as you have a muse, it will simply be given your brand name tag. And if you’re being honest, everything was planned so that you’re the designer for Yeri, you didn’t mean to ruin the wedding or anything, it’s just an excuse for you to see Mark more frequently. He doesn’t answer you though, continues driving until you stop at a restaurant.

Following him inside the restaurant, the staffs there all display an astonished look when they see you.

“Mr Lee, we have prepared everything as you demanded.”, a waitress said. He nods slightly before stepping inside.

“You and Yeri come here regularly huh?”, you walk faster to catch up with Mark.

“Why would you ask?”

“They’re all shocked, they must be wondering why a beautiful girl like me is here with you instead of your fiancé!”, you give him a side glance.

Walking inside the booked VIP room, you angrily pull out a chair to sit down, you face says it all. Mark knows for certain that you never want to be a rebound let alone going to a restaurant that he always goes with his future wife.

“Look at yourself, you still think you’re beautiful looking like that?”, he mocks you.

You confidently dart your eyes at him, “Of course, if I ever look pathetic, I am still pathetically mesmerized!”

Mark can’t help but giggles at you. His eyes don’t leave you, the girl in front of him has completely lived in his head rent free. He can not focus on anything recently, although Mark looks like he doesn’t care but deep down inside he‘s craving to see you. Since when a man like him has to make up something as an excuse of taking the wedding dress for Yeri just to see you. Even when he’s on his way to your place, he can’t stop thinking about you, your eyes, your smile, your voice. You were right, Yeri totally can’t compare to you whatsoever. When he saw you, all tired like that, he felt there was something breaking his heart. He has always wanted to see if there’s a day an arrogant person like you lose her confidence but when he finally witnessed it, he felt like he’s torturing himself.

You are eating like you’ve been starving for ages, unconscious about your surroundings, just shove everything into your mouth recklessly.

Mark looks at you, “Don’t you worry that you’re ruining your image to me?”

You aren’t even bothered to look up, “Is there anything else of me that you haven’t seen? My image to you is not important anymore.”, you stop a little, “You should get used to it so when we live together, you won’t be shocked.”

He has to admit he’s lost this game to you, totally lost, voluntarily lost. You’re too adorable and too cruel that he can’t help but fall in love with you, Mark didn’t know that there’s a day he loves someone.

You put the chopsticks down, “I’m sleepy.”, you can barely open your eyes.

He comes across the table, “Okay, let’s go to sleep.”, his hand runs through your hair.

Something pops up on your mind, the scene of you and Mark in your office. He glances at you, seeing your ears and your cheeks are now bright red, he smirks.

“I’ll let you choose a position.”, he whispers into your ears.

You gulp, his breath on your ear sends shivers down your spine. You push him to the side, quickly run out the hall, waiting for him to purchase.

You take your phone out to check the time, a call pops up on your lock screen, you frown. “Hello?”

“All the flight to France will be cancelled tomorrow due to the blizzard. We have to go this afternoon.”, you can hear that Alicia is apparently on the rush.

“Pick me up in two hours.”

You hang up as you see a cab nearby. You send Mark a quick text so that he won’t be worried.

—

Mark was busy with tons of work, he’s been practically living in his office, utterly forgot that there’s only theee days left due his wedding with Yeri. Since the day he visited you, she didn’t find him once. He puts his pen down, stretching his shoulders. You still haven’t called Mark, it was the first time someone had a gut to abandon him.

All of a sudden, the telephone on his desk rings, “Yes?”

“Ms Kim...she wants to see you, she’s messing up everything here.”, Mark’s assistant speaks nervously on the phone.

He rings off the call instantly and walks outside. There’s only a few days but Yeri looks completely different, she lost some weights, her eyes glinting with rage and vexation. Catching Mark’s strolling outside the office, she immediately speaks to him.

“Mark Lee! You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?”

Mark’s ego is just the same as yours, or it could even be bigger. There was no one dare to point a finger at his face and talk to him like that.

“You’ve done?”

Yeri always builds a tender image for herself, in order to keep Mark beside her. But anger is blurring her mind at the moment, turning the woman into her real being.

“Don’t think that you can be with that bitch behind my back, the wedding is due in three days, there’s no way I’ll let you two together!”

His patience has gone when you were being shamed like that, he can’t stand this woman going off on him, flattering herself.

“Kim Yeri, I hope that you can use your brain and think carefully. One, fuck off and wait for the wedding day...or two, you know there’s nothing that I can’t do, this wedding is not that important either.”

Mark truly means it if Yeri keeps acting like this, he will make her regret for the rest of her life. The woman tightens her fists, walks out of his office without a word.

—

In France

You decided to do the show at your villa, somewhere familiar to you. Most of the guests have already arrived.

“Quel est le problème?” (Is there any problem?), Alicia wanders around checking everything. You follow her, seeing the models with your designs, you smile in pride feeling like you’ve accomplished something.

Quickly all the white lights are replaced with the sky blue color, painting the atmosphere with romance and sentiment. One by one, the models with gorgeous Western wedding dresses walk on the stage, keeping the guests on the edge of their seats.

Inside the changing room, your face darken, “Flowers? Where are they?!”, Alicia yells.

You take out a piece of fabric with the beige color in the drawer, cut it into smaller pieces and braid them together. You don’t have much time, you have to walk out with the vedette. When the last model performs, Alicia almost cries, “Y/N, you’ve done yet?!”

“Alright!”, you swipe the sweat on your forehead, giving your handmade bouquet a last look before hand it to the vedette.

When you walk on the stage, your naturally mesmerizing charisma magically overweighs the model beside you. All the guests stand up as give you an admirable applause.

“Y/N, everything was fantastic, you’re a genius!”

When the show has ended, Mrs Moren with her husband come to talk to you. You smile softly at the middle aged woman, “Thank you, uhm I’m so sorry but can we meet up again someday?”

“What’s wrong?”, she questions.

“My love is getting married, I have to steal him back, he’s my life.”

Mrs Moren smiles when she sees you talking about your love, your face brightens up, your eyes glinting sparkles. You remind her when she fell in live with her husband.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay, come to your love.”

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Byun Yongseop (E'LAST) Kinky Reading*

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe + Tarot of Sexual Magic*

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Byun Yongseop

Stage Name: Rano

Group: E'LAST

Byun Yongseop

(Rano - E’LAST)

Deck: E. A. Poe + Tarot of Sexual Magic

Spread: Kinky

Position - I The Magician

Rano is in charge of the relationship, he has the control over it and he has authority. He can easily spot lies or disguise and his partner should always be honest with him. Rano can be very demanding and his bar is set high. Only a few can match his criteria for a lover.

Libido - 8 of Wands

Rano is a passionate and quick to turn on young man. He’s straightforward about what he wants and needs and his significant other will never have to guess. Rano will sweep them off their feet and daringly explain everything he wants to do to them and everything he wants to be done to him. Hints or subtle suggestions would bore him.

Turn On - VI The Lovers

Rano is all about honesty. His significant other is likely to be a truthful and trustworthy person. It’s possible Rano will seek a pure and innocent kind of partner for two reasons - those will never lie, manipulate or cheat on him and he can have fun corrupting them a bit and teaching them all those arts of love and passion.

Kink - 10 of Cups

As mentioned before, Rano is likely to fall for someone pure and innocent on the outside. He will immensely enjoy when such a person will talk dirty to him on his command and let him corrupt them. He’s likely to enjoy putting them into difficult positions in public, teasing them to the very edge of their patience and self-control.

Dirtiest Secret (Tarot of Sexual Magic)* - 8 of Swords

Rano’s dirtiest secret, he would never admit to anyone, is that he would actually want to have someone completely in his power, his own devoted concubine (or a whole harem). In short, he wants his little sex slave to play with whenever he pleases who will never even breathe without his permission. However, that’s the darkest depth of his desire and it’s very unlikely he would ever act upon it in real life.

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multi-fandom-freak0221 · 4 years

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You Killed Me, but I Survived and Now I'm Coming Alive

Hey guys. It's been a minute. My job have been kicking my ass. I quit one of them a few months back cause 16-18 hour days were kicking my ass. But my dad died of Covid 1/20/21, on my older sisters birthday and month before my 20th birthday. I am half a country away from him and I won't be going to see the rest of them, but I do have 3 paid days bereavement and while I'm trying to distract myself I decided to try and finish this part. Your feedback motivates me so much. This part was the part I've been waiting for. The whole reason I created this fic. Like for real I had like maybe one sentence summaries planned for the other two parts in my head but this part played out like a full movie in my head down to the last details. This one will probably be the longest. It also has like 3 songs in it because it's the concert/gala scene hopefully I'll be able to cut it down some because i won't need descriptions between every lyrics but who knows. C'est la Vie. Anyways this will be the official last part, but I do already have one for sure bonus planned and a possible bonus that I might do if enough people want it.

This part's title is from "Miss Moving On" by Fifth Harmony. And this part includes the songs "Sorry (I'm not Sorry)" by Demi Lovato, "Home" by Philip Phillips, and "Symphony" by Clean Bandit ft . (Which for me is like a fucking poly anthem. I'm mean a symphony is a perfect metaphor for a healthy poly relationship! I mean it is a lovely way of asking to join into a poly group! Anywho I'm ranting and projecting. Ignore me.)

This is Part 3 of my fic based on @maiisdaddy 's Love of Three.

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Part 1 Part 2

Marinette was ecstatic. She was extremely proud of all that she had accomplished in the 6 or 7 seven months since she left Damian. She became a singing sensation and recorded a whole album that would be releasing soon. She spent time healing and hanging out with her friends and pseudo family. Hell she even created outfits for herself and all her friends for the album release/identity reveal gala her Uncle Tony decided to throw for. Not that other guest knew that what this gala was for. Uncle Tony had picked the next closest international holiday and claimed it was a charity gala in honor of said holiday. While he may mot have been being entirely truthful there is never a bad reason to give to charity so she wasn't going to dwell on it.

She could truly say she totally over Damian. She even had Adrien take the ring back to her old apartment for her. She was not worried about him anymore. She had more important matters to attend to. Like the 3 boys who stole her heart while helping her piece it back together. Which she would say was great timing because she was sure Bruce Wayne would be at this gala. She guesses it was some kind of billionaire/millionaire code to never miss a charity event hosted by a fellow billionaires/millionaires.

Either way it was for the best because as soon as Uncle Tony had suggested a gala to reveal at, she had Uncle Jagged help her with two songs that she kept secret from everyone. One to show her appreciate for all her family and friend's support for her and one to confess to the 3 boys who loved her when she felt unlovable. She was going to preform these song for her friends in front of a lot of influential people but she wasn't even nervous. Not even when Alix told her that the gala was to be live streamed. No she was just excited and happy to let her friends know how she was feeling.

The gala was in full swing. All the guests who were coming were already there by the time Marinette and everyone else she came with arrived. She was talking with Chloe, Kagami, and Alix when she decided to grab herself a drink. She was walking to the refreshments table when accidentally bumped in someone's back slightly. "Oh! I'm sorry, sir."

The man then turned around to reveal to be Bruce Wayne himself. "Marinette! I'm surprised to see you. Damian said you were feeling too sick to attend."

Marinette wanted to scowl, but she managed keep her face neutral. She knew there were reporters swarming here and she did not want to make a spectacle. "I'm sure he did. Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Wayne I was on my way to get a drink." She didn't even get a chance to leave Bruce in confusion from her statement. No sooner than she took a step to leave did Dick walk up to her.

Dick smiled at her as he greeted her kindly. "Sunshine! It's been a while. I thought Damian said you were under the weather?" As he moved in to hug her she sidestepped out of his reach.

Once upon a time she loved Dick's hugs, but now it would just feel fake. "I'm sure your brother has said many thing about my lack of attendance to many social gatherings. Unfortunately those claims were false as Damian has not been privy to my whereabouts in months. Now if you please excuse me."

She went to walk away again, but she guesses Dick's interference was enough time for Bruce get over his shock because he blocked her path again. "What are you talking about Marinette?" Marinette resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Mr. Wayne it has been nice talking with you but this really is a conversation for another time." Marinette sighs. She was trying to be civil. She was sure there were reporters everywhere waiting for the big scoop. She wanted that to be her reveal not her past relationship with an asshole. "Besides this is probably something you'd need to talk to Damian about."

"Talk to me, about what?" There is no God, she was convinced. The sigh that left her mouth was long and full of suffering as she turned around with a clearly fake smile. Facing her now was Damian himself with Tim and Jason behind him. Damian was clearly extremely shocked to she her, but he played it off quickly. "Angel I thought you weren't feeling well. Why didn't you tell me you changed your mind? You could have came with us."

Marinette ducked out of Damian's reach, barely restraining from stomping on his foot with her heels, as he tried to kiss her. "Do not call me Angel. And don't you dare even try to kiss me, Wayne."

Before Marinette could lose her temper anymore Luka came and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Everything okay, Melody?" Marinette took some calming breaths as she attempted to regain her composure.

While she was trying to calm down, it seemed the Wayne family was getting worked up. "And who is this, Marinette?" Bruce asked accusingly.

Marinette looked at the family in front of her in disbelief. "You all met Luka. He's my best friend. Signed under Jagged. In a committed relationship with two of my other best friends, Kagami and Adrien." She shook her head as the all held sheepish expression for assuming the worst. "Not that who I'm with is any of your business anyways."

Before any of them could question to her statement, Felix comes to her other side and whispers into her ear. "Do you want me to call security?" She didn't even get a chance to respond before she heard Dick gasp, scandalized.

"Marinette!! Are you cheating on Damian?" Dick exclaimed. At this point Marinette knew they were drawing a crowd she was trying to keep everyone's dignity intact, even though her reputation wasn't the one at stake.

"Mr. Wayne I once again implore you that we have this conversation in a more private setting." Marinette spoke calmly, but through gritted teeth. She was on her nerve.

Bruce crossed his arm and spoke loudly drawing more attention to them. "No. I demand you explain to me at once why you are here with another man when you are supposed to be marrying my son. Was this all some kind of ruse to go after the Wayne Fortune?" Her jaw dropped. She knew it did but she couldn't stop herself from the shock. The sheer audacity of this family before her. She quickly shut her mouth as her eyes narrowed into a deadly glare. Her Ladybug glare. The Wayne family would never admit it but an involuntary shiver went down their spines at the sight of it.

She knew her friends had gathered behind her at this point and see could see the reporters pushing past each other to get the scoop. Vicki Vale was the closest one. In the corner of her eye she saw the camera that was set up for the livestream as well.

Marinette face finally settled on a look mixed with anger and mischief. "Oh? So want to cause a scene, Mr. Wayne? Well how about I put on a show?" She continued to stare Bruce in the eye as she spoke to one of her, "Chloe, can you tell Jagged that I'll be opening with Sorry. The rest of the show will go as planned." Chloe smiled wickedly before going to do asked.

The Wayne family began to smirk when they heard her say sorry, but whatever they began to feel was quickly shut down as she spoke to them again. "Let's get this straight, Mr. Wayne. I am not cheating on Damian and I never once desired to a part of your family's fortune. It was foolish of me to even once want to be a part of your family but I quickly learned better. I would not want to even look at the money that is connected to your family's name if the requirement was to be even cordial with Damian, let alone married to him."

She then towards the crowd the surrounding them. "If everyone would please take their seats facing the stage the show is about to to begin." Without a second thought Marinette headed towards the stage while the rest of her friends took their seats. Some one who was in the staff working tonight led the Wayne family to seats right in front of the stage. Soon everyone was seated and Marinette was standing center stage with a microphone.

Marinette smiled brightly at the crowd. "Thank you all for coming. I'm sure you all know me as Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pseudo niece of Tony Stark and Jagged Stone, and for some of you ex-fiance of Damian, but for others you still current fiance of Damian Wayne. Well I hate to inform that some of you are wrong. Anyways I'm sure your wondering why I'm up here. Well Uncle Tony promised a surprise musical guest so I'd like to reintroduce myself to all of as Neon Titanium! I'm going to be preforming a few songs for you tonight from my new album about to release but before that I decided I should clear the air. Let me start by saying it has been about 7 months since I broke off my engagement to Damian Wanye. While most of you know I chose to kept the reason of said break up private, someone here tonight decided that they were entitled to the reason to being told to them, very publicly. And who am I to deny such a request?" There was a false sincerity to her final sentence that seemed almost menacing.

In the front you can see the paling faces of many of the Wayne men as Tim is on his phone. He finally pulls up Marinette interview that was released prior to Damian announcement. "Damian, what the hell did you do?" Tim voice was barely above a whisper but they all heard it.

Marinette continued on quite content to the situation before her. "Well here's the truth. Damian did the unforgivable. He repeatedly cheated on me while emotionally abusing me and gaslighting me.

"He kept me from seeing everyone I cared about and his own family, claiming it was for my own safety and called me selfish for wanting to leave the apartment he kept me locked in. And while at first he seemed to actually be concerned my wellbeing, over time he stopped caring.

"He became distant, turning back into the Ice Prince you all knew him to be. He would lie about why I wouldn't leave the apartment constantly while still leaving me alone in the apartment constantly. Then he started getting late night calls from "work" to the point I would barely see him. I overheard one of these calls once. I heard him telling who ever was on the other side of the phone that I had no clue and to be waiting for him naked. But I stayed hopeful. I thought I could fix things. But he got worse.

"He was slept with the one person who made it their life goal to take everything from me. Even before I moved to Gotham, this girl hated me and she took all of the people who I thought were my friends and turned them against me. My true friends stayed and knew the truth but it still hurt. And Damien knew this. I told him all about this girl abd how she hurt me. Yet he still slept with her.

"The girl knew I was Damien's fiance. Somehow she got my number and sent me a picture of her in bed with Damian, both of them naked. I'm not going to lie I broke down when I saw that. Before her I could play ignorant and act like I didn't know what he was doing. But this? This was impossible for me to ignore. He cared so little about me that he slept with the one person who do whatever it takes to hurt me. I left that same night with only the things that were mine. Everything I bought came with and everything he bought me stayed. Including the cell phone he bought me when I moved in with him. The only thing that wasn't mine that came with was the engagement ring because I couldn't bring myself to truly accept the truth that it was over yet. I later on had it returned because I remember Mr. Wayne saying it belonged to his mother, though I'm guessing Damian didn't notice."

Marinette saw Bruce whip his head towards Damian who shrunk in on himself.

"Oops. Guess it wasn't noticed indeed. Anyways. For the last 7 months I have been living in Stark Towers with my Uncle Tony, healing with some of my closest friends helping me. And after some convincing working on an album with Luka and my Uncle Jagged. I will preforming a few of those songs for the gala tonight and they will also be live streamed for those who paid for virtual tickets. My album will be released in the next following week." Marinette took a deep breath as she prepared for her first song.

"Originally I planned to open with a different song tonight but after this impromptu info dump, I thought only fair to follow it with the song I wrote dedicated to Damian. I like to call this one Sorry" As Marinette finished the music started playing over the speakers. Soon she was singing passionately.

Now I'm out here looking like revenge

Feelin' like a ten, the best I ever been

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this,

But it gets worse (wait a minute)

She pointed to Damian while rolling her eyes.

Now you're out here looking like regret

Ain't too proud to beg, second chance you'll never get

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this

But it gets worse (wait a minute)

She took the mic off it's stand as she walked along the front of the stage.

Now payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this (ah)

And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Being so bad got me feelin' so good

Showing you up like I knew that I would

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned

Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns

Baby, fineness is the way to kill

Marinette gestured to herself from head to toe.

Tell me how it feel, bet it's such a bitter pill

And yeah, I know you thought you had bigger, better things

Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)

'Cause the grass is greener under me

Bright as Technicolor, I can tell that you can see

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this

But it gets worse (wait a minute)

By this point Chloe, Kagami, and Adrien had got up and started dancing along to the song.

Now payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this (ah)

And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Being so bad got me feelin' so good

Showing you up like I knew that I would

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned

Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns

Marinette waved to her 3 friends to join on stage for the next part.

Talk that talk, baby

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby

Everyone was clapping to the beat while Marinette pranced across the stage, except for the Wayne family.

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

Oh yeah Talk that talk, baby

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby (oh yeah)

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Being so bad got me feelin' so good

Showing you up like I knew that I would

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned

Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns

As the song came to a close, there was a roar of applause as her friends went back to her table.

Marinette did a little half bow. "Thank you. Thank you."

She wait till it was quiet again as she returned the mic to the stand. "Now as you can all see I'm doing much better now and I'm happy without him, but if it wasn't for the support system I have I never would have made it to where I am. My parents are in France so in my time of need I turned to my family who was close. My uncles Jagged and Tony, and my aunts Penny and Pepper. They're wonderful and they have always been there for me when I need them. And also my friends, both old and new have stood by me through all of this and helped me come out stronger. So this next song was a surprise gift for them."

Jagged had grabbed an acoustic guitar and was playing her in sitting in the background of her as a projection shined on the wall behind her, showing pictures of her with her friends and her uncles and aunts.

Hold on, to me as we go

As we roll down this unfamiliar road

And although this wave is stringing us along

Just know you're not alone

'Cause I'm going to make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear

Don't pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone

'Cause I'm going to make this place your home

She took the mic off the stand again as she walk off the stage to her friends and family in the crowd giving the hugs as vocalized along with music.

On the screen was several pictures she found. She put together the slideshow herself. There was a picture of herself crying in the midst of group hug while the people around her comforted. Another was her and all her friends playing in the pool. There was one where they had an impromptu free-for-all dodgeball game and she had won. She was laughing as the guys lifted her into and the girls were all cheering around her.

She made her way back to the stage after the final hug.

Settle down, it'll all be clear

Don't pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone

'Cause I'm going to make this place your home

She smiled as projector turned off and the crowd applauded again. "Thank you all. But truly thank you to my friends and family for helping and supporting me."

She waited till it was quiet once more before speaking again. "All those who love me have done so much for me, but right now I wanna talk about 3 very special people."

She smiled softly as she looked over to where Peter, Felix, and Jon were sitting. "These 3 boys did so much for me even though they were the ones who knew me the shortest. They've been kind and patient and understanding with me. They all started to love me when I felt my most unlovable. And soon they found a love in each other as well. The best part is even after loving each other they offered to include me in their love as well, whenever I was ready. They gave me their friendship unconditionally no matter what my answer came to be and never rushed me for an answer ever. So Jon, Felix, and Peter this song is for you."

She saw the Wayne family's eyes widen, but she paid them no mind as she started singing.

I've been hearing symphonies

Before all I heard was silence

A rhapsody for you and me

And every melody is timeless

Life was stringing me along

Then you came and you cut me loose

Was solo singing on my own

Now I can't find the key without you

And now your song is on repeat

And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat

And when you're gone, I feel incomplete

So if you want the truth

I just wanna be part of your symphony

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Symphony

Like a love song on the radio

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

I'm sorry if it's all too much

Every day you're here, I'm healing

And I was runnin' out of luck

I never thought I'd find this feeling

At this point Marinette had walked down the stage grabbed Jon's hand and led him back to the stage dancing.

'Cause I've been hearing symphonies

Before all I heard was silence

A rhapsody for you and me

(A rhapsody for you and me)

And every melody is timeless

She repeated the process with Felix as Jon danced nervously danced on stage.

And now your song is on repeat

And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat

And when you're gone, I feel incomplete

So if you want the truth

She left Felix and Jon dancing together as she brought Peter back to the stage with her. She continued to dance with him as she sang.

I just wanna be part of your symphony

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Symphony

Like a love song on the radio

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah ah, ah

She smiled as Peter dipped her before bring her back up and handing her off to Felix.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah ah, ah

Felix twirled her, letting her dress flare, as she spun right in to join awaiting arms where he lifted her into the air.

And now your song is on repeat

And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat

He slowly set her down and she turned until her back is against his chest. His hand are on hips as they sway gently.

And when you're gone, I feel incomplete

So if you want the truth

Peter and Felix were mimicking her position with Jon in front of her and she put an arm around Peter's neck while the other still held the microphone.

(Oh, oh, oh)

I just wanna be part of your symphony

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Symphony

Like a love song on the radio

Symphony

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Symphony

Like a love song on the radio

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

This time as she finished singing the crowd was silent as she looked at the 3 boys who held her heart. "Jon. Felix. Peter. You guys are some of the best people to ever walk into my life. I want nothing more than to be with you 3. So if you are still willing, will you do me the honor of calling me your girlfriend?"

She looked hopeful as the silence filled her ears. It felt like hours, even though it was definitely seconds, before she heard them all say yes.

Cheers erupted as Peter kissed her and Jon and Felix kissed each other over the former two's heads. She then turned kissed Jon as Peter kissed Felix, before kissing Felix as Jon kissed Peter. She grinning wildly when the all finally pulled away from each other.

She raised the mic to her lips as she closed out. "Thank you all for being here for my reveal/debut! I got one more song that I'll be preforming at the end of the gala, so y'all have fun and mingle. Once again, this is Marinette Dupain-Cheng aka Neon Titanium, I'm glad you enjoyed the show!"

She winked at Bruce on her last word as she walked off the stage with the loves of her life to where her family and friends were waiting for her.

Her and her boys (and Kwami does she love that -Her boys) were in the midst of getting congratulations when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Bruce Wayne stood as tall as ever though he refused to meet any of her group's eyes.

"Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I apologize for my early behavior tonight, I was missing the whole story." He voice was steady but some shame shone through. His boys were behind him all of them also looking sheepish except Damian who was glaring at her new loves Jon in particular.

Marinette rolled her eyes. "You know as well as I do that the media are sharks, and events like these are a feeding frenzy for them. I tried my hardest to keep all of our reputations intact tonight, a lot harder than I should have since I had nothing to hide since I was the victim here. Yet, you in no regards of the truth, attempted to smear me with no hesitation. Personally the rest of you did nothing to me so I had no ill will towards you, but you forced my hand. The results of today are direct consequences of your own actions."

Before anyone else could speak up Damian did. "Kent," He nearly growled. "Why didn't you inform me as soon as you knew she was gone. As my best friend you should have informed me immediately!"

Jon answered lowly in a dark tone no had ever heard him use before. "My father tried to warn you father, Wayne, but when questioned you just dug your own grave deeper. Besides as my father explained to me it is not our job to make sure you two are aware of the going ons of your own household. Also you lost the right to be my best friend when you decided to be so cruel to the person you were supposed to love and then lie when confronted about it."

Marinette scoffed. "I figured when you finally noticed I was gone you'd assume I was off throwing a temper tantrum in hiding somewhere and that I'd come back. The fact that you weren't even worried about me in all that time I was missing is really telling."

Bruce glared Damian down from respond as his brothers held him back. "I just have one more question before we rightfully leave you alone. You said you had the ring return? Where could it possibly be?"

Marinette shrugged. "I had Adrien return it a couple months ago. Damian was fucking some girl in his apartment when Adrien walked in and he didn't even notice him set it on the dresser. I believe heard on the grapevine someone named Lila is claim she's Damian's true love and he had to keep up our engagement for appearances. She also claimed he proposed to her with a Wayne family heirloom until he get away from me. I guess maybe next time Damian should pay better attention to his house guests." She giggled sarcastically afterwards.

Bruce frowned as he nodded. "I see. I'll leave you all alone now. Have a wonderful evening, and congratulations." As he led his family away Marinette could hear whispered yelling but could make out a few phrases like "PR Nightmare", "priceless heirloom", "huge mistake", and even "major fuck up".

As soon as they were out of hearing range Marinette started laughing, causing everyone around her to laugh too. She finally calmed down eventually but her large smile never went away. This is the happiest and the most free she's felt in the long time.

#maribat salt #marijon #maribat #marivenger #felinette #spideybug #OT4 #me????projecting onto characters????? It's more likely than you think #honestly at this point #yall should clearly see i got issuses #also the wayne family gets burned!!!!!#mari might forgive most of them #but Bruce and Damian are dead to her #bamf marinette #she takes no shit #am i projecting my poly ass?#you mcfucking bet #she got no time for assholes #neon titanium

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Music and Magic among Knights and Thieves

Chapter 1: The House of Lies Shall Fall

House Arkait was one of the oldest noble houses in the country. They were a family of strong magic, it was what had given them their prowess. Except that in recent years they hadn’t been much more than a symbol of intimidation. Up until Connor and Silas had been born no one in the past one hundred years or so had been able to actually use magic. House Arkait as it was now known was built upon appearances and lies. Connor could use creature magic; he could change his shape as well as understand animals. Silas had been born with pyrokinetic magic which had been interesting to say the least. Richard had been born with script magic, he could see runes and use them as he wished. After generations of nothing House Arkait had three gifted mages within its ranks. It would come across like their place in the council of nobles had been saved. Except Connor had changed shape and made off in the night as soon as he was of age. He sent letters occasionally, but took care not to say where he was in the case that someone other than Silas or Richard had gotten a hold of it. Silas was the next to leave. A mercenary has been travelling through town and caught his eye. They had left together when the mercenary couldn’t find anymore work to do. Which had left Richard on his own, at the mercy of their advisors.

He would the first to admit that he had caught a bit of wanderlust from the letters he received from his brothers. He was left to learn and take on the role of the figure head for the house. Keep their secrets, and continuing to tell lies on the behalf of the house, anything to save face. Personally he would rather the house finally fell, he just didn’t want to be around when it did. Nobility and its ruled were relics from a bygone era. Richard started slowly. He collected all of the spell books that were in the main house; the rest were too much of a risk. The more out dated ones he sold which left him with enough money to safely travel and about six books he could use in the event that he ran into trouble. He packed as lightly as he could, he planned to spend most of his time on the road and he didn’t want to be overly weighed down. He packed the bare minimum of medical supplies, he was fairly decent with healing magic. Travel clothes that wouldn’t immediately mark him as a noble. Lastly he packed his lute and violin. He was great with magic, but that much better with music, The full moon was high in the star littered sky when the last heir of House Arkait vanished into the night. The last standing pillar began to crumble. Without loyalty in a house of lies, what was left? With the last of them gone all that remained in those once hallowed halls were the secrets and lies. It would only be a matter of time before the house fell to the hands of those it had wronged. Richard slipped trough the iron gates. He looked over his shoulder at the manor house one last time overcome with a sense of freedom. This was the start of something amazing.

Richard’s first few weeks on the road was a crash course in how the real world worked. He might not have looked like a noble, but his lack of knowledge on even the most basic things definitely seemed to mark him as one. The people who went out of their way to rip him off aside, he had not been prepared for how expensive living on the road could actually. Performing in taverns as well as on street corners was making him considerable money, but not quite enough so he had to sell a few more of his spell books. Authentic written magic caught a high price and since they were rare he could always track them down again if he needed to. He sold three of them and went on his way. It was a couple months after he had left when he started to hear the first few whispers of change. He found himself smiling at the ‘rumors’ that the last heir to House Arkait had vanished into the night without a trace. He was having something to drink and a light meal before he performed. As he ate he listened to a rowdy green eyed stranger go on about it. He was in the armor of this city’s knights and given the size Richard had the suspicion that it was stolen, but it was none of his business.

“You see,” The man said gruffly, he sounded just this side of waisted, “I think the little noble was kidnapped. Coming from a family like that would fetch a pretty bit of gold. Not to mention, Imagine being even just a part of the group that caused the fall of House Arkait.” It took everything Richard had in him not to laugh or throw in his two cents. The acting head of house had put out a reward for his return so he would be wise to keep his head down. The last letter he had gotten from his brothers said they were doing the same thing. Both Connor and Silas were presumed dead because how long they had been ‘missing’, but one small slip up could change all of that. Richard wasn’t so lucky, he had to keep a close eye on himself so he wouldn’t slip up. Richard finished his meal and paid for it. He grabbed his things, checked the time, and then made his way to the stage to get set up. He put an amplification spell on his lute and another one on his throat to make his voice louder. Performing like this easier on him, but he was only planning on doing it until he was used to performing regularly because it felt too much like cheating.

He sang two sets and felt like he had eaten sandpaper afterward. Normally he only would do one set and maybe an encore if he was up to it. The crowd tonight had been very receptive so he found himself going longer than he should have. He packed up and made his way back to the bar to order something to soothe his throat. Richard hadn’t even put his hand up to flag the bartender when a drink was set in front of him. He looked to his left where the drink had come from to find the ‘knight’ from earlier. He looked a little more sober now. “Thank you?” Richard questioned, “Might I ask what this is for?” “You performance mostly.” The man responded as he settled into the seat beside Richard, “We don’t normally get musicians like you around these parts.” Richard swallowed thickly, it hurt his throat but he needed a moment. Had he screwed up? Did this man know? He took a breath and schooled his expression, “Care to explain what you mean?” “Magic users.” The man clarified, “You lot normally stick to the nobles, they pay better than taverns. So I suppose I’m just curious as to what would bring you to a place like this.”

Richard felt all of the tension melt from his body and he smiled, “I wanted to see more of the world.” He said honestly, “Playing for the same crowds every few weeks paid well, but by doing this I can write my own songs.” “There’s no one you have to worry about pissing off.” The stranger supplied, “That has to be nice.” “It is.” Richard agreed. He used magic to check his drink for poison before he tried it, “Could I ask your name?” “Most people just call me Reed.” He replied, “Got something I can call you?” “Nines.” He replied, and then turned his head away to cough, “Forgive me, I sang more than normal this evening and my throat isn’t too pleased with me.” Reed seemed to understand. He continued to keep him company and told tales of his travels. Richard was relatively certain he was exaggerating quite a few details. Reed seemed delighted when he asked if it would be alright to use some of his misadventures in his songs. They parted ways reluctantly when Richard found himself struggling to keep his eyes open. When he reached his room and settled in for the night he hoped he would cross paths with Reed again soon. To maybe have an adventure like his someday.

Winter was creeping its way along the coast and Richard had gained a bit of a reputation as a travelling musician. He had been gone for nearly a year when he heard more whispers. It seemed as though House Arkait was finally starting to crumble. Secrets had found their way into the open and people were beginning to demand answers. He would hate to be the acting head of house right about now. She was little more than an advisor, but she had been pulling the strings for as long as Richard had been alive, if not longer. He felt no guilt in leaving her head on the chopping block since she had all but been orchestrating things. Just like before, he took steps to keep his head down. He would watch as the House of Lies fell, not too unlike one made of cards. When this was over he would at last be free to become whatever he wished. To carve out his place in a world he had only gotten to watch through a window.

#Music and Magic among Knights and Thieves #MMKTAU #fantasy au #reed900 #dbh gavin #dbh nines #dbh fic #dbh

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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Ogata Hyakunosuke

Writing Ogata is a mental gymnastics and I have weak ankles. You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

As a person who hasn’t experienced love (without any exaggeration) in his whole life, Ogata is the worst of all in showing affection, and he will mercilessly tease anyone who will try to do it without manipulative ulterior motive. It is easier for him to comprehend desire for power or use than pure love, so prepare yourself for endless battle with destructive defense mechanisms.

He watches person of interest whenever they do, either openly, brazenly staring or subtly following them with peripheral vision. Ogata doesn’t know why he does it but his eyes are always fixed on their presence. Once some time passed, Ogata actively seeks their attention, he is almost excited to meet their gaze, but only thing they will get of it is a faint crooked smile and awareness of being monitored.

Like in childhood, Ogata continues to hunt but now he has one more purpose. The purpose is to share food with this one specific person. In a big groups, Ogata as always sits away from the group but he moves just a little bit closer to them. Enough to get closer but not enough for others to notice.

Asks what they want. Yes, Ogata straightforwardly asks them if they want anything and if they do what it is. He condescends to putting mind games away and considering their opinion. At least, sometimes. Rarely. But he does it!

And the last one. Ogata tolerates physical affection and later gets adjust to it. Teasing isn’t going away any time soon, but he learns to relax around them without loosing soldier’s alertness. It is a slow process, it takes years for Ogata to learn something so simple, but the results are amazing.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

That friend that got too many sins to ever judge you. Quote “If you tell me you killed a man, I will help you to hide the body” is literal. Ogata laughs loudly after hearing the most cringe-worthy or outright scary stories but won’t ever shame his best friend.

He is the one to offer to go astray together, make problems together, and be petty together. Hardly ever Ogata needs to be bailed out of troubles, but he enjoys living on a knife blade and pulls others along. He lives by the rule “Enemy of my friend is my enemy” and can, without a twinge of conscience, offer to kill someone.

Nicknames and name-calling are common, intentions behind the names are never clear. Is he really trying to insult you or was it a joke? Who knows. Ogata takes pleasure in screwing with other’s people minds.

His best friend has to deal with absence of relationship’s boundaries. Today they are friends, next day Ogata decides to mess around and kiss them, and the day after he is nowhere to be found. Oh, he is definitely the one to suggest to be friends with benefits.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

It is hard to call what he does cuddling but this is what happens when Ogata’s feline side comes into action. As dusk approaches and there is not a single soul around, he gets closer from behind and unceremoniously lays down his head on their shoulder. Sometimes he even lets them sit between his legs so Ogata can press their back into his chest and curl up together. Not a word falls from his lips. If they drop a taunt on how cute or romantic he is, Ogata will immediately move over and frown (early in relationship) or pretend he didn't hear anything (later in relationship). If in a bad mood and his loved one begs for cuddle, he will act all teasingly bitchy just to leave them touched-starved after.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ogata doesn't really believe that he will live up to the age when normal people want to settle down. His chances to end up in prison or in shallow grave are higher than ever and he is totally okay with it so thought of home comfort never popped up in his head. If his partner brings up this idea, Ogata will deliberately resist it, calling his loved one silly goose that doesn’t know what they are talking about. Good cook and can clean properly if he wants to.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It can go so many different ways depending on his mood and general perception of the person.

In the later stages of relationship as well as if his loved one is the sweetest angel, Ogata would disappear in the thin air. He doesn’t explain reasoning in any of the options but in this one this wildcat tries not to hurt their feelings much. All traces of his presence are erased, and Ogata tries to get away from them as far as possible.

You have to make it hurt to push them away, right? For active and cheerful personalities Ogata has a strategy that provides the worst relationship experiences, small things like avoidance, detachment, feeling of slowly dying passion. When they are about to give up, Ogata himself breaks up with them smiling venomously, as if to say “did you expect anything else in the first place?”

If they are patient and assertive, Ogata will be the pettiest. Strong personality calls for exquisite torture, so prepare yourself for setups, cheatings, direct insults, and smug smirks as he burns down everything they built together.

If there is no other way out, Ogata will shoot them. It may completely ruin whatever left of his humaneness but he will do it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He gives the dirtiest look when being questioned about marriage. First of all, idea of commitment disturbs him for a multiple reasons. It brings nothing but an official status, it does not oblige couple to happy ever after, and Ogata is a living proof of this axiom. It is unlikely that he will ever change his mind. Remains faithful in a relationship though, he just does not like the concept of being bound by the vows.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Nowhere close to being gentle. Hasn’t been touched emotionally, and physical gentleness is foreign to him too. The only embrace he knows is holding a sniper rifle at cold night so you can imagine how hard it is for him to be in loving relationship. Ogata asks himself “why are they act so kindly?” almost everyday, he expects misdemeanor, he tensely waits for it, and sighs in both relief and disappointment when nothing happens. When it comes to being physical, from unobtrusive hands-holding to make-out sessions, Ogata tenses up to the point when his whole body turns in the taut string. It is a damn mental work to ease off and he needs a lot of practice.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

What is the hug? What is its purpose? Why would they hug him? What the hell? Yes, Ogata is the worst. When his loved one puts their hands around him, Ogata just… stands here with eyes empty and head up. He does not move a bit, doesn’t flinch, he lets them do the thing but does not participate in the process whatsoever. After few weeks, Ogata hugs them back for the first time, putting his hands higher on their back instead of waist, and holding breath like he is going underwater. He is still awkward, but slowly gets used to their warmness and gentle touch. Sometimes you can hear dull low sound like a sigh escaping his lips when Ogata relaxes enough to close his eyes and gives up to soothing caress.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If we talk about the time frame, I would say, around 2-3 years, but time is not the most important factor in whole confession. Ogata could never say three magic words in his usual emotionally constrained state so he needs a real kick in the ass to squeeze out more than apathetic “you’re good, whatever”. Near-death experience may be an option but getting absolutely wasted, shitfaced, hammered is way more likely. After consuming ungodly amount of sake, getting in fist fight with Katarou (no worries, no Kantarous were harmed), and falling right in front of his loved one, Ogata claims he needs to tell his loved one something special. Few leading questions and he wistfully admits that he never told them he loves them. Then he passes out. Thanks God, he remembers nothing from that night, so there is another day to confess with a clear head and well thought out text.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If some careless admirer is hitting on his loved one, Ogata expects his partner to instantly push another person away and explain that they are taken. If pour soul is persistent, Ogata will warn them once and shoot them in the leg if they do not take a hint right away.

And if his loved one goes around shamelessly flirting with whoever? Ogata will be so pissed, oh boy, you will see how mad he can be. Nobody fucks with him like that, nobody. If they think they are the center of his universe, Ogata will quickly bring them down to earth, ignoring them completely, putting them in danger on purpose, abruptly jumping up as soon as they come for the kiss or hug. He’ll knock this vanity crap out of them with sticks since he doesn’t know how to put carrots to work.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses feel like there is no tomorrow, they are greedy and rough. Ogata, like a natural predator, slowly drives his partner into a corner, squeezes them in the arms, and does not let go even when salty blood oozes from under his teeth. Feral to the fingertips. His partner has to wrap a scarf around the neck since he likes to cover it in small bruises. If we talk about where Ogata likes to be kissed, worth mentioning that he will bite anyone’s fingers off if they try to kiss his empty eye socket. It hurts like hell and bleeds easily, for god’s sake. However, he likes his fingertips kissed, knuckle kisses, and lip kisses. All types of hand kisses give him strange feeling of superiority and dominion.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

No. Just no. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near kids and flatly refuses to have any of his own. Babies, toddlers, or teenagers – they are all the same to Ogata, small versions of adults that require too many resources and for what? To grow up in someone like him? At the same time, he is mediocre in babysitting and can take care of baby, changing diapers or lulling to sleep, but teaching older ones high morals and emotional intelligence is not his forte.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Fortunately or unfortunately, Ogata is difficult to catch in the morning since he wakes up with the first cocks and leaves home quickly for the hunting. Upon awakening his mood is pretty grumpy but it changes to calmly benevolent as he cooks breakfast and thinks about upcoming businesses. It is important for Ogata to put his swarming thoughts in order before greeting his loved one with a peck on the cheek: he does not want to burden them more than usual with talks about the endless nightmares and causes of these bad dreams. After meal, he is ready to get his portion of love or spoil his partner with exclusive attention. Cats are very selective creatures but they are generous with gestures of trust too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Evening is a time of solitude, there is no place for strangers in it. During the day, Ogata overdoses on people so in the evening he wants to stay in the company of a loved one and only them. It doesn’t matter if they drag him to the empty night downtown under the bright light of lanterns or hide him like a favorite toy under the weight of the blanket, he cherishes every second. Evening walk in the garden is his favorite pastime. During cherry blossom season, when gardens turn into a solid pink ocean, Ogata pulls his loved one to sit on his lap so they can both engage in hanami. These short ten days bring peace to his soul and give him belief in a better future with the best person by the side.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ogata has no problems in opening up, actually. Of course, he knows some people are slick sleuths preying on facts to use in their manipulations but he also understands people do have conversations and exchange information about themselves as ordinary social ritual. Probably, avoids topics like his family and feelings but other that this Ogata can be pretty forthright. He prefers to take it slowly, without much zeal.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Well, sniper has to be patient, but it is unclear if Ogata fits this description. You never know if you have crossed the line (and if you did – when did it happen?) because he knows nothing better than smiling mysteriously and planning your demise in silence. Next thing you know there is a bullet piercing your body, blood is spilled everywhere, and Ogata is far gone because Type 30 rifle is so “excellent for sniping and sharpshooting”. In everyday domestic life, Ogata is quite patient and restrained, never rises his voice, and tries to refrain from direct conflict.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It varies. On good days, Ogata pays more attention to his partner and what they are doing. If they are having deep conversation, he pulls as much information as possible and immediately thinks where it can be applied it in the future. On the contrary, when in a bad mood, Ogata turns a deaf ear even to words spoken directly to him. It's hard to predict weather he will listen to you or not, so it is not uncommon to hear him repeating your words when you thought Ogata was his usual cold distant self.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Anything that has to deal with emotions, feelings, and confessions because all those things make him both nervous and excited. Actually, first time he confronted them about their feelings and behavior and got confirmation that it wasn’t a dream. Ogata was too tired to provoke them so he sat quietly and listened to whatever they’ve chosen to say in their annoyingly sincere voice. Rational and irrational, critical and non-critical, rude and affectionate. He noticed weird tight sensation in his chest when they murmured something about caring about his stupid cat ass but decided to ignore it. Ogata has little capability of accepting their love and it is not going to change with a wave of a magic wand but he… considers it may be true. It sounds too good to be true though, but he will crawl to them and lie down confused and intrigued.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Expects his partner to protect themself in the moment of danger. He is far from knight in white armor trope so do not expect help from above. Ogata refuses to take on the nanny role so his loved one must know basic self-defense or be smart enough to avoid unpleasant situations. In only one case, Ogata can step down from his pedestal and lend a hand: if they are cornered and there is no way out, they will either die or get captured, Ogata will shoot attacker down. After that, he coolly threatens that next time he won't be around to help. Oh, and yes, he has no plans to train them. As the saying goes, help yourself.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Acts like he owes nothing and does minimum because Ogata wants to be asked for nice things. He likes to hear his partner talk to him in pleading voice and see them making puppy eyes, bating eyelashes, even pouting. This is the kind of game that Ogata has mastered so he knows when to stop and act nicely. He has random outbursts of generosity which promise the partner quaint presents and spoiling. Sadly, they do not always coincide with anniversaries: on important dates wildcat is on his best behavior but you can’t be sure prepared surprises will be pleasing. I mean, being with him is as predictable as Russian roulette. Decent in everyday tasks but doesn’t put all of his effort into it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Instability is his second name. Ogata has never had a purpose in the life, finding ainu gold is his first and last goal and there is not a hint on what will happen after that. It doesn’t cause any discomfort to him and Ogata likes it better this way, so for someone who has a prepared plan of action for next few years his company can be pretty unnerving.

Ogata's views on world are also not to everyone's taste. With a dismissive look at human life, he is reputed to be a cynic, he can go into nihilism headlong and completely reject the remaining moral standards. If his partner is principled and proper, Ogata will attempt to corrupt them and bring down to his own level.

It is not a bad habit, but people hate him. Dozen of cutthroat soldiers want to see Ogata dead so his partner may be a potential target of ill-wishers.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Apparently, he is only concerned about the hair being perfectly slicked back. His clothes are more or less clean but not spotless, shoes are never shiny, but Ogata is indifferent. Scars do not bother him either, and Ogata completely forgets about their existence but the loss of eye had some toll on his ego. Just a little bit. Sometimes it seems that people focus their attention precisely on the missing eye, on bandages, and it both makes him bitter and satisfied: Ogata knows what he is capable of even without half of sight but visible human pity gets on his nerves quite a bit.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If they decided to break up in the beginning of the relationship, Ogata doesn’t care at all. He may make one or two venomous remarks and that’s all. But if it was much later, after he got intoxicating taste of love? Wow, that’s an explosive mix of feelings we’ve got there. Ogata falls on slippery slope of denial because he had to be one to leave, he had to be in control, not them. He is infuriated, his ego is hurt, and, worst of all, people are aware of it. All that remains for Ogata is revenge in any imaginable form, from distancing to pulling off show how he feels himself even with them not being by his side. His behavior is pretty identical to that listed in Ending paragraph.

If they were killed… Um. Surely, he feels unexplained self-pity but it is better than feeling nothing at all. Ogata is lost. He can’t comprehend what's going on in his soul. From outside it seems like wildcat is the same independent cynical bastard but inside days of numbness alternate with weeks when he is boiling with anger. This malice spills on anyone who tries to get closer and it may pushe him to self-destruction.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We have already seen Ogata in the company of two geishas (though, I’m thinking, they were yujos), he never slept with one and actually despises the idea of it. Despite the scene with Yuusaku and “brother should have fun together” said, Ogata wouldn’t touch a woman of the same profession as his mother was. He could hate her, or pity, or scorn, but thought of becoming the same as his father makes Ogata sick to the guts. So that scene was an idle play to corrupt the perfect Second Lieutenant, a game that was lost in advance.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ogata isn’t used to a minimum amount of positive attention so both clinginess and neediness will push him away. It creeps him out if another person wants to be with him 24/7, and constant questions like where he has been and with whom are simply annoying.

Manipulations are okay with him until it comes to hysterias. Load, teary and pointlessly pushy, they make Ogata sick. If you want to manipulate this man, be elegant, be smart. He won’t fall for headlong approach, it will only disgust him.

Dogs. It won’t surprise me if Ogata poisoned a few back in the childhood. They seem stupid and gross in their inexhaustible love for man.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Ogata is light sleeper and has problem with people sleeping right next to him. This feature is due to both the profession and personal reasons: there are enough people in the world who would happily break Ogata’s neck while he sees his third dream. Loud snoring in the room is fraught with consequences.

For the same reasons he can’t fall asleep without rifle lying next to him. It became an extension of his hand so Ogata feels kind of defective when it is not around. No, he is not Hijikata, he won’t give his baby to anyone to shoot bottles or some shit.

Extreme amount of dreams is a usual thing for him. Ogata has a ton of nightmares too, but most of the dreams are colorful nonsense about events that happened the day before. Obviously, Yuusaku is a frequent night visitor and his sweet innocent smile forces Ogata jump up in his bed drenched in a cold sweat. He never leaves, he never will.

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy headcanon #golden kamuy imagine #ogata hyakunosuke #hyakunosuke ogata #tosikowrites

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Looney Tunes Headcanons - Off-Set, Part 2

This is a bunch of headcanons about what I think some of the LT’s are known for being like outside of the WB bubble. As there are a lot of them, it’ll be uploaded in stages.

References to homosexuality.

Porky Pig is well-known for being the off-screen face of Looney Tunes. Because Bugs and Daffy have a lot of filming commitments it’s Porky who attends Toon-town related things on behalf on the Looney Tunes.

He’s judged fashion shows, cooking shows, car-races [Toon Town has a lot of car races. They have a lot of different terrains which provide a wide variety.] and Variety Shows. Unfortunately he’s also had to uncover various episodes of cheating during these competitions. [No, you C-C-CAN’T take a magic potion which g-gives you a p-p-perfect voice in a sin-sin-sing - vocalising competition!]

Porky is also known for being one half of the original Looney Tune Power Couple. Him and Petunia have been together forever and during that time, although they have had disagreements they’ve never been that serious. They split up once in the late 40′s and that was due to [unfounded] rumours about Petunia dating Elmer Fudd. [Of all toons!] They laugh about it today, but at the time it was rather difficult.

He’s also the one who sticks up for the other looney tunes, major or minor ones, and in the olden days was well-known for challenging the producers the most. There was one famous incident in about the 70′s when Rocky and Mugsy were accused of having committed a series of well-known burglaries. Even when the rest of the LT’s were convinced they’d done it, it was Porky who was saying ‘Just because they’re t-t-thieves doesn’t m-m-mean they did this crime!’ Unfortunately it turned out Rocky and Mugsy HAD done it, but the thought was there.

Five opinions he’s well known for having:

1 - Just because we act a certain way on screen doesn’t mean we have to act that way off-screen. [That being said, he doesn’t get drawn into arguments about what a toon is doing off-set. Reporter: ‘Pepe Le Pew has taken up cooking! Do you think it’s wise having a skunk in the kitchen?’ Porky: ‘A-a-as long as he can do it without b-bur-burn - destroying the place, I don’t care!’]

2 - Every toon deserves an education. [Porky is also off the firm opinion that there is no such thing as a ‘stupid’ toon, or one who is completely incapable of learning at least the basics of education. This opinion has been tested on many occasions but he still has it.]

3 - Petunia is amazing, fantastic, awesome, brilliant and the love of my life. Did I mention she’s amazing?

4 - Everyone should go abroad. Porky loves travelling and has a wall covered in pictures of places where he’s been. He also likes buying hats from the countries [in a reference to his first short ‘I haven’t got a hat.’ now he has just shy of one for every day of the year.]

5 - Just because a toon isn’t working anymore doesn’t mean they aren’t a toon. To this day Porky is still in touch with Beans, Bosko, Honey, Oliver Owl, Foxy and Roxy and supports their endeavours. [Namely, Bosko and Honey’s restaurant, Oliver's mechanics, Beans chimney sweeping and Foxy and Roxy’s low-key acting gigs.]

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Elmer Fudd is known for a variety of things. In the olden days it was his extremely good acting skills, reserved - but not shy - personality and his debated relationship with Petunia Pig. [There was never any romance between them, just very good friendship and a deep level of understanding of one another.] Once Porky and Petunia got engaged he was an ‘established bachelor’ [despite being less than 21 at the time, it was more the fact he showed absolutely no inclination towards a romantic relationship with anyone that put him in that category.]

When he was 24 [1959] it came out that Bugs loved Elmer. Elmer admitted he felt the same way and a relationship started. [Details of this can be found in my ‘Unsolicited’ Fanfiction.] It was quite an unusual relationship due to the fact they didn’t live together, didn’t spend a lot of time together [mainly due to a mix of filming commitments] and didn’t go out of their way to show affection publicly.

They got engaged in 1982, then married in 1992. Both events were well-publicised in Toon Town.

Aside from his relationship with Bugs, he’s known for surprising everyone by proving to be very smart when the toons were allowed to access proper education. As well as a teaching degree, he’s got a degree in Law. [Much to everyone’s surprise.] It only took him a decade to get up to an High School level of education, and he passed with flying coulors. [Despite a snooty human-teachers best efforts]

Five opinions he’s well known for having:

1 - Daffy Duck is not an idiot and is actually very clever. Elmer has been of this opinion since he first met Daffy and despite multiple instances when Daffy has acted like the dictionary definition of a complete and utter nimrod, he’s been unwavering in this belief. Thankfully when the toons got access to education Daffy proved Elmer right and gained a degree in Performing Arts.

2 - Opera is brilliant. Elmer loves all kind of music [excluding heavy metal and some raunchier pop songs.] but opera will always remain his favourite. It’s one of the many things that bonded Elmer and Bugs. Elmer’s favourite song is ‘I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General’ but his favourite musical is ‘The Phantom Of The Opera.’

3 - No one is a complete idiot and everyone should be encouraged to learn. Due to his own experiences of being treated like a complete imbecile by pretty much everyone - even Bugs has been known to do this on a few occasions - he does his best to be nice to those who are also utter idiots and encourage them. Unfortunately, like Porky, this approach has been tested to breaking point. Two words: Pete Puma.

4 - In the same vein, Books are brilliant. Elmer is a massive fan of reading and reads a wide variety of stuff. He reads non-fiction on a range of subjects [Cooking to real-life crime] and he also reads fiction again, over a variety of genres. [Crime, Romance, historical fiction, children's books, the works.] Elmer normally aims to read for at least 30 minutes twice a week. It used to be more, but parenting, filming and The Looniversity have restricted the time he can devote to it by quite a margin.

5 - Everyone should be given three chances. Elmer does his best not to judge someone when he first meets them, especially if they’re acting like a bit of an asteroid. The second time he forms a bit more of an opinion, but normally keeps quiet about it [except to Bugs, Daffy and Porky.]. Third time he meets you he’s got a good idea of what you’re like and how others are reacting to you. Then he decides whether or not he wants to be around you. Once he’s made up his mind it’s very hard to change it.

The main exceptions to this rule have been the Tiny Toons. Seeing as they’re literally little version of Elmer’s family [and he’s parenting three of them, namely Elmyra, Buster + Babs] he’s cut them a lot of slack.

#looney tunes headcanons #porky pig #elmer fudd #bugs bunny #daffy duck #tiny toons #elmyra duff #buster bunny #babs bunny #rocky and mugsy #these are headcanons only #pete puma #long post

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Day 2: Jin’s Prompt💙

Good morning everybody 😊

TW: Scat mentioned, heavy emeto, I don’t think food is mentioned, but if I missed anything please let me know and I’ll fix it!😁

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“That is it! I’m done!” Jungkook stood up and partially threw the game controller halfway across the room.

“Jungkook!” The leader scolded. Namjoon was not one to put up with Jungkook’s occasional spoiled attitude towards games.

“He’s cheating! He couldn’t beat me normally! There is literally no way.” The youngest pouted and huffed as he pleaded his case.

Taehyung decided to fan the flames.

“Or maybe you’ve just lost your touch Goldie.” Taehyung snickered at his reference to Jungkook’s “golden maknae” title.

“Shut up Taehyung!” Jungkook shouted, falling back on the couch.

“Make me!”

The two continued to bicker. Namjoon decided to intervene (meaning lecture both of them for at least a very long, long half-hour, and had delegated another important task to Jimin. Jin was late waking up, so Namjoon told Jimin to go check on him. They had a huge conference today, and Jin never liked being out of routine on these kinds of days.

Jimin’s house shoes tapped the floor as he walked quickly down the hallway. When he reached Jin’s door, he was shocked to find it locked. Jimin tapped lightly, and then heard no movement so he knocked a bit harder.

“Hyung? Are you awake?”

“Mh- yeah, what time is it?”

“Nearly 10:15… we have to leave for the conference in forty-five minutes. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m good. Just tired. I’ll be out there before time to go.”

Jimin gave an affirmative “okay” and then went back up the hallway to watch his two younger members get scolded. It was always so funny to watch.

On the other side of the door…

Jin bent down to set his bucket in the floor. The simple motion made his stomach feel like revolting. He’d been awake since nearly 3:00 that morning, but hadn’t left his room. He knew the other members needed sleep if they were going to do that conference today, so waking them up would have been counterproductive.

His feet touched the cold floor, sending shivers up his back. He had a fever, he’d already checked. At 5:00, it was almost 100.8, but he was sure it was higher now. He’d attempted to take fever reducer, but it wouldn’t stay down no matter what he tried. He had just hoped that it would go away eventually.

He took out the thermometer once again, and closed his puffy eyes hoping that just maybe his fever went down and the house was just cold. After a couple seconds, the familiar beep sounded, and he took it out of his mouth.

“101.3”

He leaned on the side of the countertop, feeling more lightheaded than he ever had before. His eyes welled up with tears, but he wiped them away quickly with his sleeve. He felt vulnerable, like a little boy. His lips quivered, and he sniffled as he tried to regain composure.

He hated the fact that he had to be sick today. This conference was big, and they really needed to do well. He had to suck it up and do well… if he just didn’t let any of the others know he was sick, he’d be fine.

Taking his pajamas off was one of the most painful experiences he’d ever had. Each time the fabric brushed his skin, he felt like thousands of needles were just jabbing him over and over. Somehow, he managed to make it through that, and went on to brushing his teeth. This would be a difficult task.

He usually used a charcoal toothpaste to whiten his teeth (those maknaes made you need wine sometimes. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.) However, today he used a mint flavored paste since his gag reflex was already beyond triggered. As he slowly brushed his teeth, he stood crouched around his stomach, attempting to ignore the cramps which meant he’d need another “bathroom break” and soon.

He was able to put clean clothes on and brush his hair, but he still looked like he was sick. He couldn’t let the others know, or they’d worry. Not to mention, he loved taking care of them, but the thought of them taking care of him? That was just weird. He felt like he should be independent since he was the oldest… although, he’d kill for some tea to calm his stomach and maybe a heating pad? And a hug? Please?

He put his shoes on, and then went over to his vanity mirror. The dark circles under his eyes didn’t do anything to help his pale, sickly complexion. He applied a bit of foundation and powder to his face just to hide the lack of color. He was desperate to keep the secret about him being sick, which is probably why that was the best makeup he’d ever put on himself. He hoped to remember how to do it again when he felt more like a living person.

He stood up slowly, and felt his stomach drop. He shuffled quickly to the toilet, and let out everything he could. He felt bloated and crampy, so he wrapped his arms around his taut stomach as he tried to empty himself.

Though he tried, his efforts were less than successful. He cleaned up, and flushed, still feeling beyond full.

He walked up the hallway, and out into the living room. Namjoon had finished playing “father figure” to the maknaes, and they were already hugging and making up.

“Morning Jin- woah, are you feeling okay?” Namjoon got a good look at Jin’s sweaty, pale, and weak appearance. Adding the “sleeping in” part, things were starting to look suspicious.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just ate something that didn’t agree with me. But I think I’m about done so I’m good.” Jin lied pretty convincingly. His story would allow him some bathroom breaks, and the other members wouldn’t question a story that embarrassing.

“Okay,” Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “But if anything starts bothering you and you don’t feel well enough to go, just tell me alright?” Namjoon was always so caring. He placed a strong hand on Jin’s back. The gesture itself nearly made Jin bust out crying. He needed someone to be his strength right now, and Namjoon, though he didn’t know it, had just reassured him that everything would be okay.

A few minutes passed and it was time to load the van. Jin made sure to get the back seat, and put his bag in the seat beside him. He wished he could have Namjoon there, but he didn’t want to risk extra exposure for the leader, or risk Namjoon actually finding out his temperature. Earlier had been a close call anyway. Luckily, he’d been wearing a jacket so Namjoon couldn’t really tell.

The car ride passed relatively smoothly. For one, the tight, confined sections in the van helped Jin to feel warmer and more protected. For two, it was rainy and that made the guys keep slower, more calm songs on the radio. Jin wasn’t sure he could handle “IDOL” or “Cypher 4” at the moment. Although, they had thrown on Namjoon’s “Expensive Girl” for kicks and giggles and Jin had to admit: even with how bad he felt, hearing all that come out of Namjoon’s mouth made him laugh a bit. (Side note: there had been a night in the studio where Namjoon and Jin were alone reviewing tracks. They’d gotten a little drunk, and Namjoon might have performed “Expensive Girl” whilst dancing on a table. It always brought back good memories.)

The minute they got onto the premises of the conference building, Jin felt bile rush up his throat.

“Not in the bus” he thought, “Anywhere but here.”

He swallowed thickly, bringing the bile back down. He gagged again, but was able to jump up and get some fresh air before it came back up.

“Alright guys, we don’t have much time. Our scheduling manager made a small mistake and brought us in an hour late. We won’t have time to get hair and makeup done, but we do all have time to run to the restroom real quick if any of us need to.” Namjoon subconsciously turned to glance at Jin. Thankfully, Jin didn’t catch him.

Jin was just trying to focus on the cool rain that was dripping from the roof of the awning to his palm. Somehow it helped his nausea to calm down.

The others went ahead into the conference room, but Namjoon stayed back with Jin.

“Jin?”

Namjoon saying his name broke his trance.

“Oh, sorry. I got distracted.”

Namjoon took Jin’s hand and pulled him inside. He then took off his jacket, and wrapped the older boy in it.

“I know you’re sick Jin. You need to rest. Honestly, you need to be at home asleep. Why did you try to hide the fact that you feel bad?” the leader then helped Jin to sit down on a small bench.

“I’m…” he paused. “I’m sorry Joonie…” Jin started to tear up. Namjoon wiped his tears, and started to whisper to him sweetly.

“Hey, it’s all okay. Everything is okay. I just don’t like that you feel bad and you aren’t able to rest. Was it because of this conference?”

Jin felt dazed, but was able to say yes.

Namjoon’s eyes softened. He was about to brush Jin’s hair out of the way, but one of the staff members came to get them both. Namjoon would have stopped them from taking Jin, but Jin had gone back stone-faced too quickly. He was back to pretending he was fine.

They were into the room and in their seats quickly. Namjoon was furious when he learned that Jin’s seat was on the other side of the table. He wanted to help him… and he couldn’t even touch him.

The cameras started rolling quickly, and Namjoon put on his “stage face,” pretending he wasn’t about to hyperventilate over Jin.

Namjoon answered question after question, translating for the rest of the boys. Jin could feel his stomach becoming more and more active as time went on.

Eventually, a question came for Jin.

“Kim Seokjin, how did you decide to dye your hair purple?”

It was a fun question that Jin would have normally enjoyed answering. However, his stomach decided to answer first.

Jin cried out in pain as his stomach was overtaken with a sharp cramp. He doubled over, and immediately felt bile come up his throat again. This time, he couldn’t stop it. In no time, both the medical team and Namjoon were at his side.

“S-s-sorry.” Jin sobbed.

Namjoon was speechless. His heart was broken into hundreds, maybe thousands of pieces. Jin was in front of him, doubled over in pain with vomit on his pant legs and shoes.

“Okay, let’s check him out.” The medical team went straight to work examining him. Jin squirmed against them, partially becoming afraid of all the people around.

“It’s alright bud, look at me.” Jin nodded, but still squirmed quite a bit as numerous people came close to him.

His fever was found to be back at 100.4, but that didn’t stop the team from giving him a pill version of fever reducer. The hope was, even if it didn’t all get digested, at least some would.

The other members stepped up quickly to help out with whatever they could. Hoseok called the driver, Yoongi talked to the interviewer, and Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin waited for incoming orders from their hyungs.

The medical team deduced that Jin was suffering from a stomach virus, one that was contagious at that. They said that there was really nothing they could do to cure him. It just had to run its course and leave his system. The conference was scheduled for another day, and the boys headed home.

Since Jin had to stay behind and change clothes, Namjoon and Jin rode separate from the others. Jin was sick practically the whole way home. Luckily, he had a bucket to throw up in, so all he had to do was just hold it.

Jin retched painfully, and having thrown up all of his stomach contents already, this time he didn’t have anything left to bring up.

All Namjoon could do was stroke his back and encourage him.

“You’re doing great Jin. Just close your eyes. It makes it easier.”

Jin couldn’t protest. Any advice was relevant when you were puking your guts out.

That continued until they got home. The others had gotten home first, and when Namjoon and Jin got to the door, they realized just how sweet the other guys were.

At the time, they were all in their rooms, but they were being quiet as mice. They had turned the lights down just in case Jin would have been sensitive to them. They’d made the bed in Namjoon’s room, and had even left a couple cold bottles of water on the countertop. Namjoon smiled at the boys’ efforts, but quickly focused his attention back to Jin, who was using his shoulder for support.

They walked to Namjoon’s room, and the leader leaned Jin down on the bed.

“So I’m gonna let you borrow some of my pajamas since your room is down the hall.” Namjoon might have just used that as an excuse to see Jin in one of his own hoodies. He picked out a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a yellow hoodie that he’d worn to a fan sign.

Jin looked pretty weak, so Namjoon decided to offer his help in changing clothes.

“Want me to help you change?”

“Yeah... I don’t think I can sit up without my stomach hurting.”

Namjoon nodded, and then gently got Jin dressed. He looked much more comfortable by the time he got done.

“Joon-“

Namjoon turned around just in time to see Jin gag over the blanket. He quickly grabbed the waste bin and put it in his Hyung’s lap.

“That’s it Jin. Just let it up okay?” Jin leaned into Namjoon’s side, but kept his head over the bin. Namjoon rubbed Jin’s back a bit, and that helped to relax him. He ended up not throwing up again, but retching so harshly had caused him to feel even weaker. He was so tired.

“I feel so bad...” Jin’s eyes were red and puffy. He was going to cry.

“I know Jin. I know.” He wrapped the older boy in his arms and held him close. His heart hurt as Jin’s chest started to bounce with sobs. He couldn’t catch his breath once he started to cry.

“Breathe Jin, you’re okay, it’s all okay. I know you feel bad. I’m gonna take care of you. I promise.” Namjoon gently guided Jin’s face to his own neck, hoping that Jin would feel safer there.

Thankfully it worked and in a couple of minutes, Jin was calmed down again.

Even then, Namjoon could tell his Hyung was exhausted, and decided to help.

“Wait here alright?” Namjoon went over to the television and turned on one of Jin’s favorite KDramas. He looked back, and was relieved to see Jin smile a bit.

Namjoon got into bed with Jin and pulled the covers over them both. Within five minutes, Jin was asleep, but he had subconsciously curled himself around Namjoon. Jin would never admit it, but it made him feel safe and protected when he was close to him. Namjoon didn’t mind at all, and had even readjusted the way he was lying to accommodate more room for Jin’s head on his chest.

Namjoon looked up at the television and since Jin was asleep, he decided to change the channel. Unfortunately for him, the remote was out of reach, and he wouldn’t dare move, so he was stuck watching whatever this was. Less than ten minutes after that, he was pretty well invested in the show.

“I love you Suk. Don’t leave me.” The girl had whispered those words to the leading male before drifting off to sleep in his arms. “I’ve got you Lee-hyun. You’re safe with me.” He had kissed his hand, and pressed it against her cheek. Namjoon looked down at Jin. “I’ve got you Jin-ah. You’re safe with me. I promise.” He kissed his hand and pressed it to Jin’s feverish cheek. Namjoon didn’t see it, but Jin smiled in his sleep.

#rpf #bts sickfic #emeto #scat mentioned #sickJin #caretaker!Namjoon #sickfic event prompt 2

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About Time // Part 16

Character: Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)

↳ Type/Genre/words | Angst, Fluff, Alternate Universe (Time Travel!au/Time Leap!au, Soulmate!au), Mature/+18 only / 12,5k words

↳ Prompts | “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion

↳ Summary | Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

↳ Warnings | This chapter contains smut scenes, involving: dry humping, foreplay, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving). Also involves mentions of cancer, (probably) inaccurate medical and law terms

↳ ⤎ Previous Chapter | Series Index: About Time | Next Chapter ⇢

—First life. St. Vincent’s Hospital, year 2027—

My head was spinning even long after Jungkook had left. His words kept echoing in my head, sounding like whispers of a curse of misfortune continuously being enchanted to me.

My hands were shaking on my lap, and it felt like there was no stopping them even as I clenched them tightly, not when my heart was pounding so rapidly inside my chest to each time his words resonated in my head. They made me feel cold and hollow. Hopeless. I could do nothing by stayed on my bed, feeling like I was slowly drowning in darkness, as if I was stuck in a bad dream and all I could see was his face, and all I could hear was his voice, telling me all the things I wished I would never hear,

“I never signed the papers. Do you know what that means?”

I closed my eyes, wishing for it to go away. Wishing for it to not be real. But it was. And he did tell me all of those things. And he said it without any emotion or remorse on his face and with a deep, vile tone on his voice. As if he was deliberately saying those things with the sole purpose of punishing me.

“It means you are still my wife. You are still legally mine.”

It was as if he was mocking me when he grinned right after the revelation. After he had hit me with the truth that had somehow been held away from me.

“You’re lying,” I remembered asking him. “Why?”

Why? I kept asking and wondering over and over again because none of this made any sense. Why would he do such a thing after he had promised to let me move on? After he already made it clear that he was willing to let me go?

The look on his face which he gave me after was one I despised the most. It was the look that he would give me each time his stubbornness was winning, the look filled with determination and relentlessness which always told me that he was not going to back down so easily and that he had already made his own plans for him to go through.

“I already told you, I am not going to let you go that easily.”

“______!”

I jumped in shock as Hoseok’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to find him looming over me, both of his hands were on my shoulders and it took me a while to realise that he had been shaking me when he called my name.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong? Are you in pain?” Hoseok asked me. His eyes were wide as he searched through me, looking closely at my face before his gaze looked down on my body, as if trying to find something that was wrong with me. “I’ve been calling your name since I got back but you didn’t react to me at all and you have been silent since he left. Is everything okay? God, you’re shaking.”

My brother kept staring at me with eyes filled with fear and worry that my heart started clenching in pain. I had no idea that I was shaking, but then I noticed how my hands were clutching tightly on the sheets. He pulled my hands gently and held them in his grip, and my body stopped shaking almost instantly.

“Hoseok—”

“Yeah? What did he want? Did he hurt you? Should I call the doctor?”

There were so many things running in my head that I wished to speak to him about, but I couldn’t decide where to begin. After I began to feel a bit calmer, I finally started to speak. And I started by telling him everything Jungkook had said to me about the divorce papers — how he admitted to returning it, sending it back to my brother without signing, before I told him about Jungkook’s wishes on getting me back, no matter at what cost.

Deep down, I wished that Jungkook was lying to me when he said, “If you don’t believe me, then why don’t you ask your brother about it?”

Because I trusted Hoseok more than anything in the world and I refused to believe that he would hide it from me if Jungkook had really done it. But as I kept talking and all I could see on Hoseok’s face was anger and despair instead of shock, I knew that Jungkook was telling the truth.

Hoseok sat down right beside the bed and sighed deeply. I could feel his hands slowly slipping away from mine but I held on, refusing to let go and give him a chance to avoid answering my curiosity and confirm what Jungkook had told me.

“Hoseok?” I asked him when he grew silent. Then he lifted his face, looking into my eyes with regret filling his gaze. “What did he mean by it? What are you not telling me?”

Hoseok’s breath was shaking as he released another deep sigh. He closed his eyes, taking a moment as if he was trying to decide what to say to me. And we still had our hands holding each other for support. When he opened his eyes again, the regret in his eyes deepened, and so did the pain in my chest as he confirmed everything that I had feared.

“Jungkook returned the divorce form without his signature. It was left on my desk and I found it after the New Year’s Eve party. I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I couldn’t say anything to you because I didn’t want you to worry, and I was hoping that I could settle it before you ever find out,” he began explaining it to me slowly and I took in all that he was telling me, word for word, until everything sank in. “His lawyer called me just last week after I pressed him over signing, telling me that Jungkook is still refusing to give his signature and is now demanding his rights as a lawful husband to have a chance for reconciliation. After he found out about your health condition, he has also added his demands for visitation rights and asked to be given a role as a caregiver.”

My breath was caught in my throat before it came out with a sob.

“No,” I gasped, shaking my head in denial. What was he trying to do? Why is he doing this? “He can’t do that—can he?”

Hoseok’s jaw twitched. “Unless he signs—” he said, seething with anger before he exhaled deeply. “Unless the divorce is made official, he is still your husband by law and he can still legally claim his rights to be by your side.”

Hoseok stopped for a brief moment but kept his eyes on me. I had mentioned about what Jungkook had told me regarding my relationship with Jimin. He claimed, or rather, insisted that I only wanted a divorce because of another man. And now that he knew I was ill, he would have enough power to prove to the court and to convince them that I was not right in the mind to have demanded it now was I in the right condition of making such a decision.

Now that Hoseok insinuated that Jungkook had sent the papers back on New Year’s Eve, it made me think that perhaps last night was not the first time he caught me with Jimin. Though he hinted that he saw me on that New Year’s Eve party, Hoseok’s words only confirmed that he was really there.

I had thought that I could finally move on, which was the reason why I had agreed to start things with Jimin. But this would change everything. And Hoseok confirmed it when he said, “He will also have a probable cause of suing you for infidelities if he truly wishes.”

Anger and disbelief ran through me. “But he was the one cheating on me! He had no right!”

My tears started falling both out of pain and out of anger. How could he? Why am I the one being punished after everything he had put me through?

Once again, my body started shaking, and Hoseok was quick to leap out of his seat to take me in his arms. Cupping my face, he forced me to look at him and stopped me from losing myself in my rage and getting lost in my mind.

“And we will remind the court about his own infidelities, and everything he had done to tarnish your marriage, if he ever takes us there,” he told me then as he looked deep into my eyes. Every word he said to me held his promises and I could see the rage in his eyes, the same anger I was feeling, and I knew he meant every word. “I’m trying to make a deal with him and his legal team so it’ll never get to that stage. Not with your condition.”

As he held me tight, Hoseok kept whispering to me, soothing me and reminding me to breathe in and out slowly, before the stress would once again take over me and ruined whatever progress I was having even if it only had been a few days.

“What are we supposed to do?” I whispered as I cried to his chest. I felt him rubbing my back, helping me to get it all out as I sobbed and wept for all the unfortunate events I had to go through. “He’s never going to let me go easily without a fight, is he?”

Hoseok tightened his arm around me. “He’s in denial because you’re finally fighting against him. He’s doing all of this out of spite, because he knows that you have found ways to move on without him and he is using your condition as his way to get you into thinking that you would need him by your side and that you wouldn’t be able to live without him.”

Just like he did years ago, I wondered silently as I recalled the way he did all he could to redeem himself after the accident I went through back in college. The accident which had cost me everything.

My college life, my best friend, my family. Our baby.

I closed my eyes and my tears slowly began to dry, replaced with more anger as I remembered everything that had happened then. How he stayed by my side during my recovery until I began to feel like he was the reason why I was still breathing and living, when he managed to make me fall in love with him again and made me feel as if he was the only one who could heal my heart and soul after he had broken them into pieces.

“Once he realises that he is only going to give you more stress that will only interfere with your healing process instead of helping you, he might finally come to his senses and forget about whatever vendetta he is planning against you,” I heard Hoseok speak carefully, although it sounded more like he was trying to convince both me and himself and to give us some hope in getting through this.

I clenched my brother’s shirt tightly in my hands when I finally realised that this was exactly what Jungkook after for coming back with his threats. To once again slip his way back into my life while I was at my weakest. And it pained me the most to think that after years of wishing and hoping that he would fight harder for our marriage, he was only doing it now, once everything was far too late and we were far too broken to fix.

But not this time.

This time, I would be ready to stand my own ground when I had decided to live my life the way I wanted to. When I already knew where to find my own happiness, even if it would be my last chance to have it. And I was not about to give that up, not for him.

If I could not have it, if he would not let me to finally be truly happy and to heal from the pain he had inflicted on me for years, then I was not going to let him win anything at all. I would never give him a chance to take it away from me.

“Then maybe I could do it sooner,” I said to Hoseok as I pulled myself away from his embrace. I looked up to him, returning his frown and his curious gaze with clear, determined look on mine when I told him what I had in mind.

“I can show him that I will not allow him to use my state of weakness as a weapon to get his way. Perhaps I should stop taking medications until he gives me what I want, and let him watch me suffer the more he refuses to give up my freedom.”

Hoseok did all he could to talk me out of it and change my mind.

But he forgot how headstrong I could be. It was our family trait, after all, and I was not backing down no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he chastised me for what I said to him and how he spent hours of trying to prove to me how wrong it would be to make that move.

I could not care less because I had nothing else to lose anyway, when the only thing I had wished for was a chance to feel some sort of happiness, no matter how small it would be or how short the time that would be given to me to relish it.

For some reason, I was not even afraid of making this decision.

Because finally, for the very first time in my life, I was thinking for myself and I was not doing it for the sake of somebody else’s happiness and their lives. I was doing this all for my own sake and my own happiness. And for me to get a chance of love. The kind of love I felt when I was with Jimin, the love which allowed me to breathe more easily, that had not made me feel like I was a broken, damaged good.

Hoseok was so distressed that I was not surprised when he ran out to get help.

So it was not completely surprising when I woke up from my long nap right before nightfall to find Dr. Kim sitting right beside the bed, sans the white coat and while carrying only his warm smile with him.

“Dr. Kim, what—what are you doing here?” I stretched out and tried to sit up while clearing my dry throat, neither act ever succeeded until he leaned to press a button on the bed which raised it upward and handed me a glass of water to drink. “Thank you, Doc. But you didn’t have to do this.”

He took the glass away from my hand once I was done. “First of all,” he started, “It’s Seokjin. No coat, remember? It’s off working hours.”

I could not resist the urge to roll my eyes as I laughed. “Okay, fine,” I said to him. “Alright then, Seokjin. Mind telling me why you were watching me sleep? Since you were off duty and it’s not your schedule to check up on me.”

Seokjin released a deep sigh and leaned back in his seat. He had a troubled look on his face when he looked up at me, and he stayed that way while keeping his hands on his lap, fingers entwined, as if he could not decide where to start. I could only guess what he was up to, but I chose to wait until he spoke.

“Your brother came to see me earlier when he went down to sign off your medicines for today,” he said, confirming my thoughts.

I knew that he would be one of the first people Hoseok came running to for advice, or to help him convince me not to take any desperate measures that may harm me in order to fight against Jungkook.

That was all his words. Not mine.

“You’re not surprised,” he said, tilting his head. Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest as he studied me closely.

“I kind of made a list of people he would go visit after our last conversation,” I told him. “Go on. What did he say?”

Seokjin sighed. “He told me the ordeal you are having—with your husband and the divorce process. I’m guessing he’s making things hard for you, hmm?”

I scoffed. “That is an understatement of the year,” I said. “He seems to have a mission on making my life miserable. He always decides what he wants and makes sure he gets it, no matter at what cost, or whose life he would be putting in vain for him to win.”

As I looked over to him, the young doctor was rubbing a hand over his face, though it did not erase the frown he was having. “So there’s no possible reconciliation, I suppose?” he asked me, only to have me stubbornly shaking my head.

“Never. I’m done with him,” I told him firmly. “I know what I want now and he is not a part of it. He had never once let me be a part of his ordeals, he never shared what was going on in his mind and he had always chosen to run away from every single problem we were having, only to create more problem until it was too late for any of us to fix it.”

I was shaking my head when I was telling him this and my determination kept going stronger the more I shared what I was feeling.

“Even before our marriage, it would always seem like I was the one to fix up all the mess he made, to find any solution he needed to get through them. But when the problem and the mess involved me, our marriage, our future, he was never willing to do anything to make it better or fight for it and had chosen to look away, as if the more he ignores it, the less it becomes real. He had never fought for me before, but now—” I looked up to the doctor as I continued, “Now, when I have nothing more to offer, when I have no more will to be with him, he is fighting to have me back as if everything would be like it was the moment I return to him.”

Seokjin smiled at me as if he understood. “And is Jimin one of the reasons why you are not going back together with him?”

At the mention of Jimin’s name, I simply couldn’t help but smile. There was something about Jimin, not only his presence but simply the thought of him, that brought warmth inside my chest, something that was enough to allow me to hope.

“He is a part of it,” I admitted, and Seokjin smiled with me. “But most of it was just me taking my life back, even if it would be too late for me to savour it. It’s just me taking back everything I had to sacrifice and let go of when I had chosen him over everything else.”

“You just want to be happy.”

“Yes, that is all I want,” I told him, relieved that he would understand. “Is it really too much to ask?”

Seokjin leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “I understand, _____. I really do,” he said to me softly. “And I know that everything you promised your brother you would do was only to threaten your husband, to punish him if he is still forcing you to go along with his ways. But is it worth it? I understand your decision of punishing him, but that doesn’t mean you should be punishing yourself for it.”

“I don’t know what else to do.”

“Focus on your treatments and your healing. Show him that you will do much better on your own, that he will only hold you back from getting any better,” he said. “He will have no choice but to admit that he has no place in your life once you show him that.”

“He is a stubborn man.”

“So am I,” he said, grinning as he admitted this. “And I will not let my favourite patient harm herself after months of effort she has made and after all the positive progress I have helped her go through. Do you hear me?”

“Yeah,” I said to him. “I hear you.”

“Good,” he said. “Then let’s do our best to get better.”

Dr. Kim, or Seokjin, had proven to be a good friend.

His pep talk stayed with me through the night and it surprised even Hoseok that the kind doctor was able to talk to me and change my mind rather easily. If he had any jealousy of having someone else convincing me out of my mistakes, he was not showing it. The only thing he did show me was the relief he felt that I was able to look past the anger and focus on what mattered the most.

The only thing that was bothering me was that the other person who I had thought would come to visit had yet to make any appearance even until a couple of days had passed. He did not come even when I waited for him to be there or call me and text me back whenever I tried to reach him, since I was not allowed to leave my room.

I knew that even Hoseok had reached out to him at the same time he did to Dr. Kim. Out of all the people who could talk me out of it, Jimin was the one I expected to be able to make me sway. Yet he had yet to come and visit after that night.

His absence led me to question things. It made me worried about him and had me seething at Jungkook for his reaction the night he came to find me with Jimin, blaming him for ruining things when everything between me and Jimin had been doing so well.

As days passed and still no word from Jimin, I could not help but wonder if something was wrong. Each time someone would walk past the door, I would instantly raise my head, expecting to see him walking in with his warm smile on his face. Then whenever I was disappointed to find that he was still not showing up, my mind would wander off, trying to figure out what would have happened and where he might have been.

Did Jungkook scare him off? Or did I scare him off?

Was he badly hurt? Because I could still hear the sound of Jungkook’s fist landing on Jimin’s cheek. I still remembered the sight of blood dripping from Jimin’s lips. I still had a few drops of it marking one of my nightshirts from when he held me tight after Jungkook had ripped his lips, when he was trying to convince me that he was alright before Hoseok finally brought him back to his room.

Or could it be that he had decided to give up and stay away because of all the baggage I carried?

That last thought was the one that hurt me the most. The thought of losing him turned my chest inside and out and I had no idea what I would do if that should ever happen.

After days of worrying, crying over his absence, and asking about him to the nurses coming into my room only to find no answers of his wellbeing, Jimin finally walked through the door and entered my room at one afternoon.

He had a slight limp on his footsteps and I could tell how he was slouching his shoulders as he made his way to the side of the bed. He didn’t even bother to wait until Yoongi — who had his turn to watch over me that day — was completely out of the room to collect me from the bed and pulled me into his chest. As I was finally back in his arms again, I felt all the knots inside my chest loosening, while at the same time, felt him exhaling a deep sigh of relief, as if I was not the only one in loss and in pain when we were apart.

“Where have you been?” I cried to his chest. “I thought you hated me or you were mad at me and you have decided to not come to see me again.”

To my surprise, I heard him chuckling into my hair. “That is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard coming from you,” he said, yet I nearly missed his words when my mind was distracted by the movement of his hand circling on my back and his warm breath that was falling on my neck.

The moment I managed to process what he just said to me, I pushed back against him. “Are you calling me dumb?”

Jimin grinned. “No, you are certainly not. But saying that I am angry at you or that I am capable of hating you is,” he said. His gaze softened when he looked at my face, while mine only widened. Now that I was staring at him from up close, I could finally see them more clearly — the swollen bags under his eyes, his misty gaze that held unspoken words, the blue-ish mark on his cheek, and the faint, drying wound at the corner of his lips.

I opened my mouth to apologise for his wounds, for all the pain that had been inflicted by my raging ex-husband, but he stopped me by pressing his lips on mine. The moment our lips touched, it felt like all of my worries were lifted almost instantly. I felt calm, content, and completed. Like he was the missing piece that I needed and for the past few days when he was not here, I was not truly living.

The kiss lingered until my heartbeat was pacing so fast and so hard that I felt my chest was clenching in pain. Through my palms that were pressed on his chest, I could feel that he was feeling the same way, except that his breath fell short and he had to pull away so he could breathe.

For a moment, neither of us spoke as we revelled in each other’s presence and warmth.

“I could never hate you, love,” he whispered to me as he rested his forehead on mine. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around.”

“What happened?” I asked him. I pulled back slightly only so I could look at him in the eye, so I could demand an answer. “Where were you?”

He held my hand as he began to tell me everything. “Well, first, I got scolded after I returned from your room that night. The nurse chastised me while she was cleaning up the wound on my ripped lips and tried her best to make sure I wouldn’t be waking up with a headache or with my pretty face all swollen,” he told me with a smile, before his gaze was filled with sadness when he continued, “But things still turned to the worst when I woke up the next morning. I didn’t only get the headaches, but I also got a high fever, nausea, the whole thing you get when your body is rebelling against you.”

The revelation made me gasped. Tears came welling in my eyes as I was filled with guilt. Guilt that came from not knowing. Guilt for not being able to be there for him.

Jimin smiled to me as he reached out to wipe the tear that managed to slip out. His softly spoke to me, calming me down with his thumbs circling on my wrists. “This time, they told me to stay in my room and I was forbidden from moving around and be active. I was put in an extreme observation which left me completely immobile that they had to call my cousin to come and help watch over me. I had no choice but to stay and wait until I recover.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jimin raised my hand to place a kiss on my wrist. “Your brother came to visit me the day the fever happened. I believe he left your room when your husband came to see you and he had nowhere to go. He came again the next day to talk and though I never exactly told him about my condition, he did find out that I was not allowed to leave the room for a few days, but we agreed not to tell you anything so you wouldn’t worry too much. You were also recovering from the tests and all the stress you were having, so I decided to give us both some time to recover separately before we could see each other again.”

“But that was not your decision to make, was it? I should have had a chance to say something so I could be there, so we could recover together,” I protested, to which he only sighed.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to put too much pressure on you,” he said to me, and I had no other choice but to accept it. It was far too late to change anything anyway. But he was here with me now and that mattered more.

“So—” I started to speak after taking a few deep breaths. “What—what was wrong? Why were you in pain? Did the doctor tell you anything?”

Then, once again, my mind wandered and I began to imagine all the worst-case scenario of what might have happened to him. Could it be that he was getting worse? Once again, the fear of losing him came over me. But then I studied his face closely, looking at the marks on his skin and quickly remembered—

“Was it because of Jungkook? Was it because he hurt you that night?” I asked him while pulling his hands to my lap. Our fingers were still entangled to one another, as if both of us needed the contact and the bond to make us both feel better. When I remembered about that night when Jungkook came in, when Jimin confronted him with his words, I tightened my grip as I demanded more answers, “Why did you have to poke him that way? You could’ve just pushed him away instead of talking back to him and provoke him into punching you. You didn’t have to get hurt because of me.”

Instead of regretting it, Jimin only chuckled at the memory. “I honestly have no idea why I kept taunting him that way. I just got angry at him for barging into your room, acting like he owned the place, or as if he owned you. And I really hated seeing that look on his face when it seemed like he was hurt for seeing us together, for seeing me there, holding you, when he was the one who has been hurting you.”

I could feel the creases on my brows deepening as I scowled at him. I was ready to scold him further, yet he stopped me, using his finger this time as he pressed it against my lips to shut me up.

“Hey, I did tell you that I’m not a good person,” he said, catching my chin in his hand to make me look into his eyes. He was smiling at me when our eyes met, but I could sense the sadness that he was trying to hide when he continued to speak, “And no, it wasn’t just because of that night. I’m having one of those moments again, when my body is growing tired of the treatments and the meds I was taking. I guess the fight and the anger of seeing him had triggered it to happen rather quickly this time, but I can handle it. I promise. They’re putting me off of them for a bit until I am ready for more, letting my body rest before it figures out a way to be immune from the medications they are giving me.”

I felt completely helpless at his conviction. Nothing he was telling me could ease my mind. It did nothing to stop me from worrying even more, to imagine that even after spending weeks and months being stuck in this place, he was still not getting any better.

Cupping his face with me palms, I could only whisper weakly, “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you, Jimin.”

Placing his hands on my waist, Jimin lowered himself and kissed the tip of my nose gently as he promised me, “I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips met mine in a gentle kiss when he leaned forward again, but I only let myself drown in his kiss for a brief moment, when my guilt came to me stronger the moment I remembered my last conversation with Jungkook. I pulled back, cutting the kiss almost abruptly that he opened his eyes with a curious look.

I swallowed hard before I finally spoke, “But it wouldn’t be fair to you if you stay with me either.”

“What do you mean?”

It was hard for me to reveal what was troubling me the most, and he made me scoot over so he could climb on the bed. The bed that was given to me in that room was big enough for us to lie side by side, as long as I was tucked in his embrace. I rested my head on his shoulder as I recalled everything, letting him know all the things that were revealed through my last conversation with Jungkook.

Jimin had already heard about the matter of the unresolved divorce papers from Hoseok’s visits to his room, yet he stilled for a moment when I told him all about the possibility of Jungkook taking the infidelity matters into court if I insisted to go on with the divorce and to continue this relationship.

To my surprise, Jimin stayed calm as he took everything in, when I had expected to see him leaping out of the bed and started running. Instead, the moment I looked up to him, he gave an encouraging smile while he kept his arm around my shoulders. “Well then, that just gave me even more reason to stay,” he said to me while planting a kiss on the top of my head.

“Aren’t you worried?” I asked him, trying to make sure if he actually still wanted to be a part of all of this. Of all the mess that was about to come into my life on behalf of my ex. “He would stop at nothing to make my life harder than it is, and he is going to take you down with me doing it.”

“I no longer care about anything like that, really,” he simply told me, shrugging. “He is just jealous, since he wasn’t expecting to see you moving on so soon, and he’s also probably bitter that he had been kept out of the loop while you are dealing with such a big thing as cancer growing inside you.”

I kept my eyes on him, still unable to believe that I still had him here, lying down on my bed to support me. While my gaze held hope — hope for the better, hope for a chance to make it through no matter what kind of hardship Jungkook was throwing at me, Jimin’s gaze held love and determination as he promised me,

“He doesn’t scare me and I will not let him scare me off, as long as you’ll have me. I will fight for you with everything I have left. I have nothing more to lose anyway, and I sure as hell will make sure that I will not lose you to him.”

Jimin made good of his words by sticking up to me more each day and for staying instead of running.

I was slowly getting better after the last relapse while he was recovering from his, and I was finally no longer under the 24-hours watch list which I have been placed on so the guys no longer spent the night nor they were wasting most of their time with me.

The first night I was finally being left on my own without my guardians, Jimin peeked into the bedroom after the nurses were done making their last rounds of the night and the lights had been switched off.

“No brothers around?” he asked me with a sly grin. I noticed that he was wearing his sleeping attire with a long coat on, and his fuzzy slippers which made it possible for him to walk around without making too much noise. He looked warm enough to wrap my arms around to defeat the room’s cold temperature that I had to resist grabbing him closer to me.

Or maybe I just missed him.

“Nope. They’ve finally decided that I’m a big girl and let me be,” I answered him while shaking my head.

“Good,” he said, before he quickly made his way to my bed. I carefully scooted over so he could slip beside me. It took us merely seconds to get ourselves comfortable as we got entangled under the covers, having been used to do this a few times before already ever since the first time I spent the night with him like this, when we would take turns to visit each other and stay the night.

Jimin lied on his side, his eyes meeting mine as he pulled me closer by my waist. “Hi there,” he whispered, smiling softly to me.

“Hello,” I said to him. “Did you memorise the nurses’ rounds schedule to slip away?”

“What if I did?” he looked down with an evil grin.

“You are so bad,” I chuckled, while his grin only widened.

“What? It’s not like they can kick either of us out anyway,” he defended himself and made me laugh.

“I missed you today,” I whispered to him once we came down from laughing, suddenly feeling sentimental now that he was here. His presence always did that to me. He made me feel safe and secure each time my loneliness was close to taking over.

Jimin smiled, suddenly obvious how tired he looked but hid it well when he placed a kiss at the tip of my nose. Sighing deeply, he tightened his arms around me. “Sorry, it was a long day. The doctor gave me some vitamins and I could barely stay awake after taking it. Then I got a few visitors in the afternoon. My cousin dropped by before she is off to the States with her husband and kids, and they brought in a few old friends to see me. I got so caught up with them for a couple of hours. Then I got so exhausted after they all went home that I wasn’t allowed to make any trips outside of my room.”

Pulling back just enough to look at him, I creased my brows. “No—I wish you would’ve told me. I could have met her,” I sulked. Jimin had told me time and time again about his cousin and how close they were that I had grown curious to see her. I have wanted to see another part of his life and to be able to meet anyone who knew him personally the way he got to know my brother since we have been together.

Jimin appeared surprised to see how disappointed I was to miss out a chance to see his family and chuckled softly. “I’m sorry, it was an unplanned visit, after all. I would’ve invited you if it wasn’t,” he said to me with pleading eyes. “Another time, maybe.”

If there was anything I knew well about Jimin was his reluctance on making promises for the future. And now he was finally making one, perhaps completely unintended. I refused to let it slide, but too afraid to ask for more only to have him reel back from it. So I said nothing and chose to respond to him with a kiss instead.

“Alright, then. It must have felt good to have someone coming to see you,” I told him, once I remembered how lonely he had been for a long time before we met.

It was quite a while ago when Jimin confided in me about how people in his life had left him one by one for the past few years. First, it was his friends and his dance crew that got distant after his car accident years ago which took his ability to dance. Then his family and closest relatives once he had gotten ill, though it was more to his fault when it happened, when he shut himself from everyone to deal with it on his own. The only one remained was his cousin, who would stop at nothing to be by his side.

“It goes to show that no matter how much you’ve pushed people away, at least some of them would find their way back to you,” he hummed softly, before looking down to meet my gaze again. “Even if their return isn’t always welcomed.”

I could not help but chuckle bitterly when I knew exactly what he meant. “I have nothing to say on that one, but I understand what you mean.”

Yes, people would come and go. And though I despised the fact that Jungkook was back only to make my life harder than it should, I was grateful to have a part of what I had lost back to me when my brother came to find me at my darkest time. Even if it was almost far too late for us to mend what had been broken.

Sleeping beside Jimin was heavenly. Especially when I had his arms around me, holding me tight, our bodies melding perfectly together that it helped me forget about being stuck in the hospital for some time. I had never slept so good and the next morning felt brighter when his face became the first thing I saw.

The second night, he came in without saying a word and nearly jumped onto the bed as if he could not get to me fast enough.

He was strangely silent and his eyes were unusually dark and distant for a moment before he finally had me in his arms. I tried to question him about it, yet I feared to hear the answer to his odd behaviour. All he gave me was a smile as he reached out to pull me against his chest. Though I could clearly hear the exhale of relief he gave away when I held him in return.

We looked at each other in silence, the lights from outside the window and the dim night lights around my bed illuminating his face softly inside the dark bedroom. His hands trailed down my waist while his eyes seemed to search for something on my face, looking completely lost and unsure. His touches were gentle, but each tip of his fingers never failed to trace every curve of my body, as if he wanted to memorise everything. He patiently traced up my body, before his fingers travelled to my arms, shoulders, hair, being careful and cautious on every light graze he made like I would either break apart or disappear under his touch.

My eyes began to flutter to close when he began tracing my neck, touching the most sensitive parts of my skin at the nape of my neck which made me shiver. That was when I felt his lips brushing my forehead, his warm breath falling on my skin when he whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you like this?”

“Yes,” I told him, though my voice came out as a whisper and it was barely coherent when his light touch and kisses took my breath away. “It’s okay, Jimin. Touch me.”

Yet the moment I opened my eyes, he suddenly stopped and pulled away.

I reached out and cupped his face with my trembling hands, tipping his face up so he would look into my eyes. “Is something bothering you?”

His eyes flickered for a brief moment and his smile did not exactly reach his eyes when he answered, “No, there’s nothing wrong. It’s just—” he stopped, looking slightly reluctant for a moment before he leaned to me, pressing his lips on my temple. “I just want to hold you.”

I could clearly hear the desperation in his voice and my chest instantly grew tight. I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions and fear. Fear of the future, fear of losing him, fear of losing this. Pulling his face to me, I kissed his lips gently. The way his lips were trembling when he melded them on mine only let me know that he was feeling the exact same thing as I was. And that he had something to hide.

Something he was not ready to share with me.

“Hold me now, Jimin.”

Jimin wasted no time to wrap his arms around me, holding me close to him and pulled me so he could kiss me on my lips. His kiss was quick to grow deeper, desperate, until the two of us fell breathless on my bed. I didn’t fail to notice how his breath was heavier, slower, but he distracted me by kissing my whole face with feathery kisses, branding me with his lips along my jawline then down my neck, where he found my pulse and sucked gently at it while he pulled me until our hips came together.

It had been a long time since I have been intimate with anyone. It had been long since the last time I shared my bed with my former husband and made love to him. My body was already hyper-sensitive, craving for a warm touch, and it felt even more intense knowing that it was Jimin who was touching me, loving me the way I have wanted to be loved.

My blood raced through my whole body, my chest felt warm as I arched my body against his. His knee came between my legs, nudging them apart for him to slip one leg between them, and his thigh came pressing at my center just as his kisses grew hotter around the column of my throat.

All of a sudden, it felt like we were wearing too many clothes and there were too many barriers between us. I whimpered his name, begging, pleading, even if my brain was too muddled to decide what to ask of him first.

But somehow, he knew what I needed.

His lips found mine again, shutting my soft moans as his tongue slid inside, dancing with mine. His hand reached up, finding my breast where he rested a palm over my mound, kneading my soft flesh over the thin top I was wearing to sleep. I could feel his thumb brushing against my nipple, making it hard. The simple touch made my whole body shiver, and then my core began to pulse with the desire that I thought I had lost. He pressed his thigh harder against it, returning each throb of my desire with a delightful pressure that sent my body come to a jolt.

As I slowly began to give in, my hips began to move. I started grinding myself against his sturdy thigh. His body was growing thin, yet I could tell that once in the past, he had strong muscles there, right at the spot that was pressing against my throbbing clit.

He slowly began to move. Keeping one hand on my waist and the other at the back of my head, he used them as leverage as he began grinding his hips against me. My body hummed as his stiff member brushed against my pubic bone, and I nearly cursed, wishing that I could put away everything so we could be together, to become one. As I shifted, I managed to slip under him, and he came between my legs, his covered girth resting right at the center of my heat.

“Jimin,” I moaned as his lips left mine, letting me take a deep breath while he took his own. His warm breath fell on my skin when his lips trailed down my neck, biting, nipping, all while his soft moan kept escaping from his lips. His hips never stopped moving, his hard cock rubbing against my clit, up and down my covered slit until I could feel myself soaking with my arousal.

“I want you so bad,” he whispered, and I nearly teared up, both from his words and from the way waves of pleasure was rising through my body.

“Jimin, please,” I whimpered as our hips continued to swivel over the bed, moving against each other as I rubbed my throbbing core against him and he was rubbing his covered mast against my center. I lowered my body, pressing myself harder against him as I moved faster, chasing it as I felt my body coiling tight with the need for my release. I knew he was needing for his own too when he began bucking his hips harder against me.

Jimin’s lips brushed against my ear, nipping my lobe while he whispered soft words, promises of how he would take me if only we were not in the confinement of this hospital, this bed.

“I want to take you so bad. I want to make love to you until you scream my name, I want to pleasure you the way you deserve it, baby,” he kept whispering to me between his kisses, with a ragged voice that was filled with his needs.

I closed my eyes, picturing how good it would feel to make love to him. How amazing it would have been if we were skin to skin, if we didn’t have to worry about getting caught or getting hurt. I pictured how good we would be if he was inside me, filling the void that had been left untouched, and it was enough to send me toppling over the edge.

Just as I felt it coming, I swivelled and pressed harder against his crotch, rubbing my heat until my climax came with pulsing waves. Then he bucked his hips once, twice, until his whole body shivered against me, letting me know that he was right at the end at the same time I was.

My whole body was pulsing, throbbing, while his member was twitching against my core. My heartbeat was pounding all the way up to my ears, our deep breaths echoed against the walls, and it was a wonder that nobody came rushing in.

The room no longer felt cold, as I was filled with heat. I slowly opened my eyes as I struggled to control my breath, and was surprised to find his glossy eyes looking back at me.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked me, beating me into it when I was just about to ask him the same thing.

I could only nod my head for a moment. “Yeah,” I whispered breathlessly. “Are you?”

Jimin grinned at me. His smile reaching his eyes this time. He leaned down, catching my lips with his before whispering, “Never been better.”

The change in his mood made me breathe out a sigh of relief, even if I could not help but wonder if there was another reason for his unshed tears. Once again, I failed to question it when he caught my lips again, distracting me with his kiss.

While I was still in a daze, he gently moved us on the bed to separate us so we could lie down more comfortably. As he scooted back in place, the bed under us groaned slightly under our weight. The sound was surprisingly foreign since it had not been making the same noises when we were both lost in our desire.

“Uh oh, did we break the bed?” he asked me, eyes wide with fear.

I only chuckled. “I don’t know, but I hope not,” I told him, before I carefully shifted until I was settled nicely on the bed again. We waited for a moment to make sure that the bed wouldn’t fall off before we settled in to sleep, both of us lying sideways, facing each other.

We both knew that we have soiled our clothes, but neither of us made the move to clean ourselves. The need to hold on to each other defeated everything else, and he took me into his arms again, kissing me one last time before he let me lie down with my head resting on his shoulder.

Minutes later, my whole body fell into a comfortable rhythm which settled me into a lull. As our bodies were entwined together, our warmth mingled against the cold temperature around us while our steady heartbeats lulled us both to sleep, and all questions I had hanging on my tongue were left forgotten.

His face was brighter when he came into my room the next night, then the next. Sometimes the conversation would last long enough until we fell asleep in the middle of reminiscing our pasts, while at another time, he would be too distant to talk too much and our words would melt in our heated kisses.

“Any talk about them sending you home?”

It was during the night he came to me with eyes searching into mine, like he was trying to read through me or to figure something out while keeping whatever it was that had been troubling him a secret. After sharing a few kisses and nearly falling asleep to the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat, Jimin pulled back to ask me that question.

A question which I had been planning to talk to him about all day.

“Yeah, I talked about it with the doctors today. My last X-ray will come out in the morning and my therapist wants to see how far I could go around without the wheelchair. They’ll decide when to let me go home once they make sure it’s safe to release me until my next treatment,” I told him. “What about you?”

Jimin smiled at me. “My body won’t be ready for my therapy and treatments until another few weeks. It would be a waste of money and resource if I stay here that long,” he said, looking pleased to be able to return home, even if it would only be for a short time.

“That sounds good. There’s nothing better than sleeping in your own bed, right?”

He gave me a sad smile. “I’m going to miss you. I’ll miss slipping away from my room to escape into yours and tuck you in my arms until we fall asleep.”

“It won’t be too much of coming home for me if I am released from the hospital, however,” I told him once I remembered my current situation. “I have no place to call my own yet so coming home means going back to live with my brother.”

“Then come with me,” he suddenly offered. “With my cousin away, I will be fending for myself. Alone. Why not be together so we can help each other out?”

I perked up to his idea and wondered why I had not thought of it before. “Do you really think we could?”

“I want to try. I want to do everything I could with you. Anything at all.”

He leaned down to kiss me again, and this time, despite the lingering weakness in my muscles, the heat from the contact began to spread through me as our lips touched. He gripped my chin and slid his tongue into my mouth, while my fingers tightened around his biceps.

I yearned for him, even more so now with the threat of being apart from him suddenly came between us, suddenly dying to get out of this confining all white and grey room and eager to have a place where I could be together with him.

“I would like that,” I finally told him once we came apart. “I want to be with you.”

That night, I had a beautiful dream. A dream where there were only Jimin and me together, building a home in a small house with white picket fences, a beautiful front yard covered in green grass and bushes of flowers just like what I had in my childhood home growing up, with a few pets — a small dog for Jimin to play with and a fluffy cat that would sit on my lap. Our home would be filled with love, warmth, and neither of us was in pain.

Perhaps I should have known better than to let my hopes up.

I should have known that my life would never be so easy no matter how hard I tried. It had been years since I had anything good in my life, as if the whole universe was trying to conspire against me. And once again, it refused to give me what I wanted to have the most.

The next day, I spent the whole day with the doctor. There was no test run, but I was presented with the results of my tests and my X-rays, being shown how my illness was progressing. The only test I had was with my therapist, where she laid me down on the treatment bed in her clinic on the top floor, and she instructed me to move on my own.

I had no problem with being active without help as long as I was in bed. I was able to roll on my sides, back and forth, without a problem. I could sit on my own, push myself off the bed, and even though it was exhausting and I ended up completely out of breath, I was able to perform all the morning exercises the therapist had always made me do without any assistance. I could also handle some weight, something that I had knowledge of but still had to show her since I could not possibly tell her about my late-night make-out sessions with Jimin.

The only problem I had was walking.

Taking the few steps off the bed and off a chair was something that I could manage to do, and I have done this every day when I had to go to the bathroom by myself.

But it was different when I was told to walk around the room all by myself, without help, without any tools to keep myself up, and just after walking two rounds across the room, it felt as if my body was about to break into pieces.

“The doctor was right, although you are ready to be sent home, you won’t be able to handle too much physical exertion,” my therapist said to me once I was seated back on the wheelchair that was used to send me here.

At first, I only accepted its presence due to the hospital’s regulations which said that patients could only be transferred on wheelchairs or a gurney. Now, I had no choice but to admit that I might actually need it after all.

“So I guess that’s no more going on dates or bar hopping for me, huh?” I joked with her, even though I also meant it to find out if that was a sign that I had to say goodbye to any chance of normalcy in life.

Not that I had any tendency of partying all night. I just thought it would be lovely to have one night, a normal night, where I could walk out in the city with Jimin, hand in hand as we finally had a normal date night that didn’t require sneaking around and nearly breaking the hospital bed right after.

“Definitely no bar-hopping for you,” she said with a grin. “I’m just saying that the hospital will only release you with a note and a warning that you will have somebody to tend for all your needs. I know that you live with your brother, so that’s a plus, knowing that he can take care of you. But I’m going to give you a referral for a standby nurse, just in case. You will also need to do all the exercises I gave you while you are off the hospital and you might going to need help on that from someone who has been properly trained to assist you.”

I frowned, not liking where this was going. “I was planning to find a place to live on my own. I’ve been too dependent on my older brother and I just want to start a new life without having to be too much of a trouble for him,” I told my therapist. I had to look away when she was looking at me with a concerned look on her face.

The therapist took her seat in front of me. “That might work if you have no trouble with your body experiencing pain,” she added. “The thing is, I have read on your report that the last time you were admitted to the hospital with an attack and a recurring pain, added with a sudden undetected growth on the malignancy, was when you were living under your brother’s guardianship. You have been showing some progress so far, but we have no idea to what extent your body would be able to handle any independent activity until your next treatment.”

I gripped the armrests to my wheelchair as the disappointment sent my body shaking. Whatever she was going to tell me, I was never going to like it. And I was right.

“You may be able to convince the doctor to release you soon, but he will still need my referral and my notes as consideration. And I am going to have to advise that you are to be released with a live-in nurse if you are not getting any better before the day of your release,” she said with her lips curling to a regretful smile. “I’m so sorry, ______.”

The disappointment followed me for the rest of the day.

I was terribly exhausted, my body was practically numb after a whole day of experiencing pain. But I was mostly dejected after having gotten my request for independent residency possibly denied. It had not been determined yet, since I was still going to have to talk about it with Hoseok. But knowing my brother, he would not agree to my demands if he had heard what the doctor and the therapist had to say about my condition.

That was how Jimin found me when nighttime came.

I was lost in my own world, a deep frown covering my face and my eyes held the unshed tears of having my hopes and dreams crushed because of what I had in me. Just like how I was able to see it when Jimin came to me completely troubled, he knew it the minute he saw my face and our eyes met.

Jimin said nothing when he came to the bed with determined steps. His jaw twitched for a second and I could only guess that he was able to see the glow in my eyes. Either that, or because a tear did slip and fall without me noticing.

His eyes softened and he climbed on the bed, expertly taking the empty space next to me where he lied down and took me in his arms, wiping the stray tear away while asking me, “Is everything alright, love?”

Nodding my head, I held back a sob as I answered, “It is now that you’re here.”

He leaned into me, pulling my head against his chest while his lips were pressed against my temple. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his warmth, his presence that filled the void inside my heart the way he always did.

He smelled like a mix of soap and shampoo, with a refreshing fragrance engulfing me each time I breathed in, and it made me feel good. After breathing in the antiseptic and disinfectant scents covering the air all over the hospital, the fresh scent he carried with him was pure bliss.

Jimin shifted closer to me, running his fingers across my cheek before he leaned down, capturing my lips on his. As his lips crossed lightly over my mouth in a gentle caress, I could feel everything — the stress, the exhaustion, the pain, the despair I felt all day — downshifted, falling back into a steady rhythm as I breathed out a relieved sigh into the kiss.

Jimin snaked his hand beneath the covers and started to run it along my stomach. Normally, I would wear my own pyjamas to sleep, with the kind of tops that would be thin enough that the tip of his fingers could slip through the hem to find skin. But with the back pain I woke up with this morning and the exhaustion I felt after the exercises I had, they had switched them with a hospital gown to make it easier for me to change. Yet it only made me feel like I couldn’t get close enough to his touch.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked me.

“I’m better now,” I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant and hide the way my body was shuddering under his touch. “I had my pain meds. Got some food in. Been lazying around all day. Found some new series on HBO that got me distracted for a bit since I wasn’t able to take a nap.”

Jimin seemed pleased and nodded. “Therapy?”

“Skipped the morning exercise today cause they let me sleep off my morning sickness,” I said, pursing my lips. He was already gone by the time I woke up, having the habit of leaving right before the first rounds of nurses came in to avoid being scolded, so he completely missed out on the morning drama where I threw up the breakfast I had just finished eating.

Which was a shame, really. Because I was finally getting something that didn’t make my tongue feel bitter after the meal. If only my stomach didn’t hate it as much.

“But I did go to see my therapist after lunch today. We had a long talk and did a few workouts before I got too exhausted and was sent back to my room,” I added, before shutting my mouth so I did not have to tell him all the possible bad news.

It is not finalised yet, I told myself then, convincing myself that there was still hope. And there was no need for me to tell him anything yet and made him concern for nothing until it was decided.

“That’s bad,” he hummed. “Didn’t they say your little workouts were supposed to be good for speeding up recovery?”

“And to fight off pain, they say,” I added, suddenly noticing that he was no longer talking about my daily routine. Not when I felt his entire palm sliding down the rough fabric of the hospital gown I was wearing. “What are you thinking?”

Jimin’s eyes had grown darker at this point, and he only gave me a small grin. “Giving you a little workout before bed,” he said, his eyes moving down to see through the covers as his hand continued to travel lower. “I miss your pyjamas. Does this thing ever come to end?”

He kept moving his hand lower, tentatively reaching almost to my knees when he finally reached the hem. He watched my face again as he did it, then squeezed my leg while he gauged at my reaction. I wet my lips, reading the look in his eyes that could no longer hide his intentions. I kept my eyes on him as I reached out to rest my hand on his upper arm, hoping that he could see it as a sign for him to continue.

A small smile grew lazily on his lips when his hand loosely made its way past the hem of my gown and up my skin. He paused when the tip of his fingers met the hemline of my panties just as he grazed over my hips.

“Lace?” he asked, raising his brows. “Aren’t you cold?”

Chuckling softly, I tried to shake my head. “I felt kinda hot today.”

I didn’t notice it until I finally spoke, but my breathing had somehow sped up. The shudder on my skin grew intense as I was still sensitive to the touch. Jimin’s eyebrows creased and I could tell that he was worried.

“You sure you’re all right?”

He stopped whatever he was doing when he asked me this, so I reached for his hand through the sheets and abruptly moved it up, leading him to cup me between my legs, right where I was already feeling all hot and wet.

“I will be,” I whispered to him, looking straight into his eyes as I said this.

My boldness seemed to bring something in him to life and he wasted no time to press me down into the bed. His fingers slid my panties to the side, opening their way into my leaking folds. He gasped softly when he touched my heat, as he was met with the wetness that had built up right at the center of my folds. Then his breath came to a sigh as he slipped two fingers inside me, sending my body arching upward on the bed as I was revelling on how good it felt to be filled with his delicate digits.

He waited until my breathing steadied and my body grew less tense to move his fingers, cautiously at first, before my gasps turned into soft moans and his fingers moved fluidly in and out of me more confidently and with a purpose.

My hands came up to hold on to him for leverage when the pleasure began to rise, when he built my body to succumb into it with a quick and steady pace. He kept watching my face closely as he thumbed the little bud peeking from my folds which had been throbbing with each thrust he made, looking as if he was not sure if he should take it slow and easy or move me along so he wouldn’t tire me out too easily too soon.

So I took over and made the decision for him. Tightening my hands on his biceps, I used them to hang on to him as I began grinding my hips against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers. His wariness lessened, and he began to feel more confident as he worked me up quickly, his hands thrusting hard and tight, until my thighs began to quiver around his hand.

My hand flew to my mouth when I felt it, as my body coiled with the rushing warmth of pleasure, and I bit my palm when it came to me, holding back the cries that erupted together with the shuddering climax as I came undone in his hand. I felt my walls tightening around his fingers, just as he curled them inside me, moving in scissoring motions to rub his knuckles against my throbbing walls. The slick noises of my release echoed to each thrust he gave, and he continued moving in and out of me even as I was squeezing him tightly.

“God, Jimin,” I gasped, squeezing him against me while my body continued to shake and shiver with the spasms of my release.

He still had his hand between my legs, his fingers sliding between my pulsing walls. He kept the pressure even and steady, meeting the pulsing of my climax with his own gentle caress as he brought me down carefully, in degrees, until I settled back on the bed with a content sigh.

While my heartbeat began to pace slower, my whole body felt warm. I could hear each pulse of my blood rushing to my head, but my body was far more relaxed.

Jimin held his palm against my pulsing core for a moment longer before I felt him withdrawing from me gently. I blinked my eyes when I felt my walls pulsing against nothingness, missing his presence, and I watched him lick his fingers clean, tasting my release with a soft hum.

“Hmm, tastes like cherries.”

His words made me chuckle. My voice was breathless when I spoke, “Like the cough syrup?”

Jimin pulled his fingers out of his mouth, cleaned himself before resting his hand back on my waist. He then gave me a smirk. “Better. Like those syrups you put on ice cream or hot pancakes.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Then my face felt so warm I had to plant my head deeper into the pillow. Jimin noticed this, and reached out to brush my hair away so he could see me.

“That took a toll out of you, didn’t it?” he asked softly.

I gave him a small smile. I didn’t want to admit it, but it drained something in me until my chest grew something tight. My eyes were fluttering to close when I felt him tugging my gown back down over my legs and gathered me into his arms.

My eyes snapped open when I felt his covered bulge pressing against my hips, straining with need and ready for me when I ground myself against him.

“Jimin, you didn’t—”

“Shh,” he stopped me, instantly pressing his hands on my waist so I would stop pressing against his hard-on. He leaned in and kissed my hair. “You’re tired. I just wanted to help you relax and forget everything. We can do more later. One day,” he said while shifting our bodies so he could lie down more comfortably next to me and the bed complained with a squeaky groan beneath us. “Yep, definitely later. Somewhere in a space where we can call our own and when I don’t have to worry about breaking something expensive.”

I gave him another smile and leaned to him. Our lips met in a soft and gentle kiss that held the same promise that his words carried, before he slid his tongue in, deepening it further until I was melting in his arms.

“I can’t wait,” I whispered to him breathlessly once we came apart. My chest grew tight once again, not because of the exhaustion and the craving for more pleasure, but to the thought that it may never come true.

He said nothing about it, then tucked my head into his neck, the spot that I had found to be my favourite place to nestle into while he held me to sleep. With the promise that we gave each other, I fell asleep with the lulling beat of his heart, followed with a beautiful dream of us, together, in a far away place that we could call as our home.

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Stages [5/6]

Description: In which a girl goes through six stages to realize and accept the fact that her marriage is going downhill.

Stage Three: Depression

- Stages 1

- Stages 2

- Stages 3

- Stages 4

Description: Yeimy finally has a conversation with Grayson, and comes to terms with herself that she had been putting off for a while. But what happens when she finally realizes everything is over?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.1k+

Work was something that was keeping you distracted from what was currently happening in your life.

You were able to clock in and out whenever you wanted, but being in the office made you forget all of your problems.

You knew avoiding your feelings and problems was wrong, but you weren’t ready to come on terms with yourself or reality at that.

The sound of your phone’s notification made you stop writing an article you were working on about fashion business etc.

Grayson Bailey :/

Meet me in my office at 6, please :(

You stared at it for a couple of minutes, debating whether or not you should go, or ignore him.

Me:

Kay.

That was your response. A dry ‘kay’. You knew it annoyed him when people responded to him with that. Something about him feeling ignored, but you didn’t care. Not anymore.

The sounds of ‘Summertime Sadness’ by Lana Del Rey, were blasting through your Jeeps speaker as you awfully sang along, meaning every word of it. (I was listening to this while writing this and all I can think about is the vine with the chicken wearing the red dress.)

“What is it, Dolan? Don’t waste my time,” you said walking inside his office his eyes scanning over your small Robbie wrap dress (this is the reference cuz I suck at describing) you were wearing along with your docs.

“Yeah, umm-” he said, clearing his throat and taking his eyes off your body. “I signed the papers,” he softly said, handing you the folder you had given him a few days ago.

“Thanks,” you awkwardly said as your hand accidentally touched his while grabbing the folder.

“Can we talk, Yeimy I-” he began saying before you cut him off.

“There’s nothing to talk about Bailey, you banged my friend that’s it,” you sighed, getting up from your chair as your patience started to die down.

“Yes, there is. There is Yeimy. There’s my side of the story,” he said making you roll your eyes.

“You have ten minutes Grayson, ten minutes,” you said looking at the overly priced Rolex he gifted you for your One Year Wedding Anniversary.

“Okay. Thanks,” he said and let out a sigh before he opened his mouth to speak again.

“I know nothing justifies what I did. At all” he said and you nodded your head taking a seat once again. “I don’t know why I did it. I don’t even remember how it started if I'm being honest. All I know is that it was really dumb of me, and that caused me to lose you, the only one that cared and loved me when no one else did,” he said and your eyes started to water as you tried your hardest to stop them from falling.

“And she doesn’t compare to you. She doesn’t in any way. You’re better than her in every single way. God, you hated when I bought you stuff, saying how you didn’t want or need my money while all she wanted was things. And I was dumb, so fucking dumb Marie,” he said calling you by your middle name causing a tear to stream down your face.

“Grayson-” you began saying before he cut you off.

“No, Yeimy let me finish. I know you don’t believe or trust me anymore but trust me that when I tell you that I love you is because I do. I love you with all my fucking life, and I never meant to hurt you. I never did. So I signed the papers. I signed the papers because that’s what you want and what you need.” he said and you looked up to him crying with red watery eyes and a frown.

“You were, and still are the reason why I’m here because you supported us-no me, you supported and stood by me when everything was going downhill, and you helped us bring the company back up. You stayed awake with me every night thinking of ways to attract business, thinking of new products, making ads, and articles, scheduling interviews and doing interviews just to help me and E,” he said. Remembering the many nights you and him stayed awake when Wakeheart wasn’t having a good time with the business. You did everything in your power to help bring the business back up, you promised him you would. And you did, in just a couple of months, Wakeheart’s sell rates were through the roof, just because of you.

“I did it because I loved you. And I still love you,” you sighed, carefully wiping tears away, even if they were gonna continue to fall.

“I don’t know what was going through your fucking mind Bailey, but at least you came to your senses now. Even if it’s too fucking late,” you said with a little laugh causing him to smile.

“Grayson I’m always going to love you, but you hurt me. You hurt me in the way I was most scared to get hurt in. I’m a firm believer that once you love someone and it’s real, your love for them will never go away, you just have to find someone who you’ll love even more.” you said as he watched you with a pained smile on his face.

“I don’t think there’s someone who I’ll love more than you,” he whispered and you nodded your head.

“Me too Bailey, me too, but I don’t trust you anymore and I can’t be in a relationship with you pretending I trust you when I don’t. Just because you hurt me doesn’t mean I need to hurt you,” you sighed. “Time will hurt and time will heal, it’s just a matter of patience and right now I’m running out of patience so I’m gonna go,” you sighed standing up before you fully broke down in front of him.

“Just remember that we’re still married by the church so thank the Catholic church for that,” you laughed causing him to chuckle.

“Why are you always funny, like it’s the worst time of my life and you’re making me laugh,” he asked while shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“I’m a funny person Dolan. And plus you only live once so why waste my time being mad, plus I know I’m gonna be depressed later so YOLO,” you said with a peace sign a goofy smile on your face hiding away your crumbling heart.

“YOLO,” he whispered, shaking his head.

“Take care of yourself, Grayson, I wish you the best,” you said walking to the door.

“You too Yeimy, I hope everything works out at Vogue,” he said and you nodded your head before walking outside and closing his door.

Hot mascara filled tears streamed down your face as you walked through the building and to your car.

Once you got inside your car, you let out a loud sob as you slammed your hands on the steering wheel.

The realization just kicking in. It was done. Everything was done, you were no longer married to the love of your life, as you drove away, you drove away from the love of your life.

“BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY,” you shouted at the top of your lungs, singing along to 505 by Arctic Monkeys, your glasses hiding away your raccoon eyes caused by your ‘waterproof’ mascara which clearly lied.

You pulled up to the beach with the same song on repeat, something about it makes you feel slightly better.

You got out the driver's seat and sat on your trunk looking at the ocean.

Letting out a sigh that everything was over. Not everything just your marriage. Because when you told him, that you were always going to leave and no one else would compare, you were admitting it to yourself as well.

Grayson always made you happy, just knowing you were in the same room as he made you smile. Grayson was, and will always be your everything when it comes to relationships and dating. He was your rock, the one who took care of you when you were sick, even when you thought you didn’t need anyone. He stole your heart the first second you watched one of their videos when you applied for the internship. He and Ethan were one of the nicest men and human beings you ever met, and when he would flirt with you, you’d blush like a psycho.

Everything about him was so perfect, and your life with him was so perfect until he had to go fuck it up.

But you didn’t blame him for all of it. Ambar had something to do with it too. She was supposed to be your friend, hell you were the one that made Grayson give her the job. You vented to her about how you thought he was cheating on you, just for her to be the one he was doing it with.

You laughed at the thought of Ethan and Karina telling you she had bad vibes but you just pushed them away. Every time they told you that she did the same thing you did just two days after. If you got a new purse she would buy it the day later, a new dress? She was wearing it two days later. And when you would tell them about the things Grayson bought you, that you told him you didn't need, Karina would tell you about her angered facial expression and you would just tell her to chill.

You thought it was sad and funny that you realized that she was trying to be like you in every way possible this late. You just thought she was inspired by you, but she wasn’t. Deep down in Ambar’s heart, she hated you. She hated how you always seemed happy. Hated how the way you would talk about Grayson made him seem like there was no other girl in his eyes that was as pretty as you. She hated how you were always a good person. Hated how you would help anyone, even if they weren’t the nicest to you. And she hated how simple you were. She knew Grayson would give you the world if you asked for it, and she hated how you didn’t take advantage of it.

So she tried to ruin your life. Her jealousy got the best of her and she knew that by taking away the thing you love the most, it would balance out the universe and make you suffer. But she was wrong, because by trying to hurt you and being successful at that may I add, she lost a true friend, her job, her other friends. She lost everything leaving her even more miserable.

But she got what she wanted. Because now you were sad and heartbroken. Your life is missing a big piece of it.

You cried for three weeks straight. Every day before, between, and after work. You cried every day. Cried because you missed him. Because you missed home.

You missed being around him. Waking up in his arms. His forehead kisses. You missed waking up to him blasting Lil Wayne in the morning when he went to work out in the basement. You missed joining his workouts for less than five minutes because it was too much for you. You missed hearing his loud voice. You missed his laugh. His jokes. His un-funny jokes that you would still laugh at because it was funny he tried. You missed him trying to speak Spanish. You missed the flights to Jersey and sleeping in the laundry room because he wanted his alone time with you. You missed the car rides with him that were filled with music. You missed falling asleep on his chest. Trying out his new recipes that were sometimes a fail. Making cookies or just baking with him in general. Going to restaurants with him. You missed him teasing you about the way you were moaning from his touch. You missed the way he made you feel when he was fucking all the knowledge out of you. You missed laying in bed with him.

You missed him.

It’s been almost a month since you last saw him and you were feeling as if you were going through withdrawals.

Withdrawals because she took your drug away. Because the universe took your drug away.

Withdrawals because he was your drug.

Grayson was your drug.

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How Dear Evan Hansen Changes the Musical’s Ending

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This article contains Dear Evan Hansen spoilers, both for the movie and the stage show.

No matter how you come to the story of Dear Evan Hansen, and regardless of the medium, things always have to end at the same apple orchard. It’s fitting since Evan’s first major lie about Connor Murphy, the boy who killed himself, was that they spent whole days in the then-abandoned orchard, talking about girls, boats, and whatever other fantasies Evan could concoct. And it’s here that Zoe Murphy, Connor’s younger sister, requests Evan meet her for the story’s final scene.

This is true of the stage show, which took Broadway by storm five years ago—winning six Tonys including for Best Musical and Best Actor for Ben Platt—and it’s the same for the movie, with Platt’s Evan coming to a now renewed orchard and sitting with the cinematic Zoe (Kaitlyn Dever). Among the trees, Evan can see at least one good thing that came out of his lies: The Connor Murphy Project reopened this small slice of paradise.

Yet how Dear Evan Hansen gets to that moment in the movie is drastically different from the stage musical. Then again, so is the world in the five years since the musical’s Broadway debut (and six since it was first performed in Washington D.C.). Hence why director Stephen Chbosky and screenwriter Steven Levenson, who adapted his own book from the stage, have attempted to adjust to our current social climate. The new ending addresses the harshest criticisms about the Evan Hansen character, and the values his tale might promote. This is, after all, a musical about a troubled young man who exploits the suicide of a stranger in his school to increase his popularity and to insinuate himself into the dead boy’s family.

But is the new ending an actual improvement? Well…

How Dear Evan Hansen Ends on Stage

The entire narrative of Dear Evan Hansen pivots on a misunderstanding between Evan and the Murphy family as the latter grieve over the suicide of Connor. When Connor’s parents, Cynthia and Larry, first misconstrue Evan’s letter to himself as their son’s suicide note, Evan attempts to correct them. However, they seem so heartbroken, and Evan is so desperate to please and be accepted—by anyone—he quickly goes along with it and begins spinning tales about his and Connor’s intimate friendship.

The musical is thus a rising crescendo that builds as Evan climbs higher and higher off his mistruths. So the inevitable moment where his house of cards comes crashing down is the narrative’s real climax. And yet, in the original version of Dear Evan Hansen, the story more or less ends right there. After Evan confesses in the song “Words Fail” that he lied about the letter and his entire friendship with Connor, the horrified Murphys walk away from him one by one, with various degrees of disgust. He then comes clean to his mother in the final big song of the show, “So Big / So Small,” where she comforts her son. She’ll never walk away.

The musical then quickly jumps one year into the future, with Evan revealed to be working part-time and attending community college, hoping to save up enough money to someday attend a university. Zoe, who’s now a senior in high school, invites Evan to the orchard where he thanks her family for never revealing his secret to the public—never telling the world he lied about Connor. And, rather incredulously, Zoe absolves Evan and the audience of any guilt. She says, “Everybody needed [the lie] for something.” She even goes so far to say it “saved my parents.” It brought her family closer together.

So while it’s still bittersweet since Evan’s relationship with the Murphys, including Zoe, is forever severed, there are still no real consequences for Evan other than Cynthia and Larry won’t pay for his college education. Even his guilt is assuaged, and he can brag to Zoe that he’s been reading the 10 books Connor said were his favorites in eighth grade. The show more or less ends in a figurative group hug by omitting through a time jump all of the messy fallout from his choices.

How Dear Evan Hansen the Movie Ends

In the film, “Words Fail” is still the climax of the story, with Evan confessing his sins and Zoe walking away. However, in one telling addition, Cynthia (played with delicate fragility by Amy Adams) is barely able to whisper, “I think it’s time for you to leave” while holding back tears. Since she was Evan’s biggest champion, that she is now the one who states explicitly he is disinvited from their home hits hardest.

Then after Evan’s heart-to-heart with his mother (Julianne Moore), we actually see Evan attempt to make amends for his misdeeds. For starters, the whole reason the truth finally came out in both versions of the story is because of the machinations of a schoolmate named Alana (Amandla Stenberg in the film), who accidentally unleashed a whole social media mob on the Murphys, with randos on the internet blaming the parents for Connor’s suicide.

On stage, this plot element is entirely dropped after Evan confesses to the Murphys, who presumably bear the brunt of the social media hate in quiet while protecting Evan’s secret. In the film though, Evan actually attempts to talk to Zoe in school the following week and she asks him to leave her alone. She also reveals the only reason her parents haven’t unmasked what Evan did is because “they’re afraid you’ll do something to yourself.” Like Connor.

Thus Evan gets on Twitter that night and tells the world, “[The Murphys] don’t deserve your hate. I do.” He confesses. Afterward, he again becomes a high school pariah, but we learn in montage he is more content this way as he tries to make further amends to the Murphys by not only reading Connor’s favorite books but tracking down someone’s phone video of Connor during his stint in rehab. Evan even finds footage of Connor playing his guitar, a feat he hid from his parents. The new song “A Little Closer,” which scores the final montage, is revealed to be a melody Connor wrote and sang in rehab, and Evan is able to at least mail that to Connor’s parents. He’s finally given them something true that they didn’t know about their son.

Only then, before the current school year ends, does Zoe invite Evan to an apple orchard and they reminisce about what might’ve been.

Does It Improve Evan Hansen and the Story?

The clear implication for adding these sequences, plus a song that the real Connor Murphy character can sing, is intended to fix the moral and thematic slipperiness at the heart of Dear Evan Hansen. Through a series of hummable ballads by songwriters Benji Pasek and Justin Paul, and some heartbreaking performances, including by Platt in the original cast, the stage production relies on the power of its emotions to overwhelm logic or deeper analysis. Some might even say it manipulates.

Yet over the years, the musical has had its fair share of detractors who pointed out how calculating and toxic the Evan Hansen character can appear. And the fact the musical just ends on the emotional high point without actually bothering to sift through the wreckage of what Evan did has always been a cheat.

Conversely, there are a few fleeting sequences in the stage version where the musical at least briefly seems to consider its darker implications. Evan’s loose group of (bad) friends in Alana and Jared contribute to this element in the song “Good for You,” where they sing in unison, “Well, I guess if I’m not of use, go ahead, you can cut me loose. Go ahead now, I won’t mind.”

The Alana relationship is particularly interesting in the show since it is only after she demands of Evan “how” will he raise $17,000 that he shows her Connor’s “suicide note.” He immediately protests after she decides to post it online, but did he not on some level show it to her in order for her to use it to raise $17,000 and reopen the apple orchard? After this scene, Alana ghosts him, suggesting she was herself only using Evan to brandish her social clout in the school and, eventually, her college applications.

The Dear Evan Hansen movie tries to wipe even this thorniness away. The context of Evan showing the note to Alana is handled slightly differently, but as a consequence there’s no ambiguity on why he showed it to her—he did not intend for her to share it online. She also, like Evan, is softened around the edges when she does answer Evan’s ringing phone on-screen and cries that she tried to take the letter down but it’s still all over social media.

The logic behind the change would seem to make both Evan and Alana more purely sympathetic and blameless for their mistakes. In Alana’s case, she isn’t a master manipulator, and in Evan’s case it is beyond his control when others take things too far. He then puts in the work to help the Murphys, beginning by admitting to the world his dishonesty.

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These were obviously conscious choices made after the five years and full lifetime which passed since 2016—a year where Barack Obama was still president and the #MeToo movement hadn’t yet occurred. Now in an age where social accountability, especially in online life, and alleged authenticity are valued more than ever, having a hero who lies to the world and gets away with it is inherently problematic. So the flaws in Evan’s choices, and even Alana’s, are “fixed” with crocodile tears of regret from Alana, and then Evan making an actual effort to atone for his mistakes.

Yet I would argue it doesn’t actually improve the fundamental issues with the musical. In the case of Alana, having a character show the ugly side of social manipulation, even among ostensibly sympathetic figures, was one of the truer impulses in a story that otherwise glorifies the healing power of finding validation from strangers on the internet. While both the film and show also depict the downside of online life with a discordant singing hydra coming after the Murphys, it’s only because of a couple of misguided mistakes. And in the case of the stage show, the larger message is Evan’s musical platitudes are simply too powerful (or profitable) for the Murphys to shatter.

In 2021, Evan and his creators make the choice that he can admit his mistakes. Yet the story still attempts to justify Evan’s actions, which ironically puts the film at odds with itself. It basks in the splendor of Evan’s self-help ballad, “You Will Be Found,” and then shows him suffering comeuppance for lying—even if Zoe still gives him final absolution.

The one significant change that clicks for me is Evan at least seeking out some hidden truth about Connor, and sharing it with the real people who actually loved him instead of strangers, who in turn would only again offer performative gestures and signaled virtue toward a kid they otherwise ignored. Hearing Colton Ryan’s Connor sing for himself—for the first time in any medium—and not merely be a puppet for Evan’s self-serving fantasies was a significant, moving improvement over how this thread is resolved on the stage.

Still, I think going further in that direction with Evan realizing the crassness of what he created, and the emptiness of his bromides, would’ve made this a more interesting narrative. But what do I know? My instincts wouldn’t have turned this into a Broadway anthem for Generation Z. So how about yourself? Do you like the new ending to Dear Evan Hansen?

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Two puzzle pieces

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader Genre: Angst Word Count: 2.044 words

Like two puzzle pieces that fit together.

Often, you hear people describe themselves and their partners as such, proclaiming perfection of a union they think would last forever, but would inevitably reach an end the moment they get tired of each other.

It’s not bitterness that makes you think this, no, it’s just reality. And hey, you’re not happy about it either, but you’ve learned to accept that it’s just the way it is.

Those who dare defy that truth are foolish and are just setting themselves up for a bigger disappointment in the future: hate brewed by annoyance over time, cheating, and of course, the infamous divorce if you really were foolish enough to reach marriage.

As for you, you’d rather stay as scarless as you could, thank you very much. You’d do well without a sob story of your own.

Even though the cheesiness of the puzzle analogy makes you cringe every single time you hear about it, you admit there’s a certain allure to it.

If you are to liken yourself to a piece, you’d say you’re the corner one. Why? Well, if it’s up to you, you’d only ever really open yourself up to two things: platonic relationships like family and beloved friends, and your one and only true love, volleyball. You practically live and breath volleyball, you’d trade anything just to be able to keep playing until the day you die.

So yeah, opening up to just two things, then closing yourself up to the rest. That way, you’d have complete control over your future, and you’d never get hurt.

Nonetheless, you do indulge in trysts every now and then. There’s just something about having fresh sparks that makes you feel alive, almost the same feeling you get when you play your sport. However, you remember to always make yourself clear that nothing would get past the fling stage. The partners you’ve had have always agreed, but sometimes, a stray one or two would bug you to give them a chance at something more.

Those kinds, you take care of with a few choice words followed by a block on all modes of communication. You guess you’re being rude sometimes, but really, you reason that it’s their fault for letting themselves believe it could be something more even after you’ve made yourself abundantly clear.

A hypocrite.

That’s what you called yourself back then.

It’s the first thought that entered your mind the moment you became aware you were starting to tread the path you laughed at others for taking.

When you realized a mop of chocolate brown hair was the first thing you looked for when you entered a room.

When you found yourself rushing to get to your phone every time you hear a notification ping, subconsciously wishing it was him.

When you caught yourself picking up milk bread on your bakery runs for some of your favorite muffins.

When you noticed yourself daydreaming more and more about his smiles, his voice, and the way he says your name.

When you observed yourself opening up to him more about your past, your dreams, just everything and nothing all at the same time.

You fell for Oikawa Tooru.

And for that, you think, you’re a hypocrite.

It was supposed to be all fun and games, nothing more. Not the type where you’re both the first person each one calls when something important happens, not the kind where a mere smile from each other could override a bad day, and definitely not the sort where you feel like you’ve both always known each other - where you forgot how life was like before the two of you met.

Oikawa Tooru is similar to you. Eerily similar, you surmise, when you think about it deep enough.

He had the same views, same dreams and aspirations, the same fear of falling in love and not being enough.

Oh, you both knew. Even though the two of you never divulged your reasons for being averse to commitment, he has always known why you strayed from relationships. And you’ve always known why he did the same. No words are needed for understanding to course between the two of you.

You both just know the fear of giving your all, as how the two of you always do when you set your minds to something. Giving your all, but still not being enough.

It was supposed to be easy with Tooru, no-- Oikawa. It was supposed to be easy given how similar you two are.

People always talk about fitting partners and puzzle pieces, but nobody ever talks about being the same puzzle piece. Being made of the same material, constructing the same walls, closing the same doors, being afraid of crossing the same bridges.

Being afraid of the same love, even though it’s fairly obvious the feelings are requited.

It was supposed to be easy. You were supposed to understand each other because you are the same puzzle piece, but the understanding seemed to bite you back as it let you feel something you haven’t felt in a long time: security and assurance in the arms of another.

Everything with him threw you entirely off the loop, so you did the only thing you did best.

You ran away from him.

You stopped talking to him, stopped calling him, stopped coming to his games. You started ignoring him, started walking the other way when you see him, started to throw yourself at other people again.

But you’re not stupid, you knew what you were feeling the moment you felt it. And even with all your insecurities, you knew Oikawa felt the same.

So here you are, in front of the man who has never failed to make you feel safe; the man you would move mountains for.

His warm brown eyes that you’ve come to love so much stare right back into your own, anguished tears cascading slowly down his soft cheeks. You hate yourself for making him cry. He’s always been a man full of life, and seeing him like this just because of someone like you? It made you hate yourself more.

“Why are you here, [Y/N]?” he whispers in a low voice through his tears. “Came back for something?”

“I’m--”

“Gonna apologize and lead me on, then what? You’re gonna disappear again without a word?” the harsh chuckle that escapes his lips grips at your heart, rendering you unable to reply to him. You blink the stinging at the back of your eyes, willing your tears to not fall at the moment. His words ring nothing but the truth, and you remind yourself you have no right to feel hurt.

Sweat forms at the back of your neck, your nervousness manifesting because of his gaze and his imposing stance, but you gulp the lump that has seemingly formed in your airways. Coughing quietly to clear your throat, you gently take his calloused hand into your own, noting the way he tenses upon contact.

You swallow past your reservations and you look at his eyes, ready to bare your soul to him.

“I’m sorry, Tooru. I really am,” you say softly as you give his hand a light squeeze. “I have no excuse. What I did was wrong, but I was just so afraid.”

Tears start to leak past your lids, and you sniffle in an attempt to rein in your emotions. “I ran because of how serious and-- and real everything was.”

Oikawa remains silent as he levels you with a blank look, his tears having long since halted.

“Everyone I’ve grown up around has relationships that destroyed them. My dad’s stuck with my mom even though I know they already hate each other. My sister got cheated on by her longtime boyfriend. My best friend got rid of the guy she’s been with just cos she suddenly fell out of love,” you break eye contact when you see pity in his eyes. Instead, you stare at the ground with your breath fogging and tears still flowing.

“They’ve been destroyed by the one thing they used to feel most alive about. And it’s still destroying them. So I ran away because it was the only thing I knew I could do.”

His free hand rises to put atop yours, and the small act makes a tiny hopeful smile bloom on your face. However, the feeling gets shattered in an instant when he grips your hand just to shrug it off from his other hand you were previously holding on to.

“The only thing you could do? Did you really think so lowly of me that you thought I’d deliberately hurt you?” Oikawa sneers, his pain coating his words in venom.

You stutter for an answer, “No! That’s not it!”

“Then what is it? Because last time I thought we were building a connection enough for us to be able to trust each other!” His voice rises and your breathing quickens in panic.

“Don’t you get it, Tooru?” He winces at your use of his first name. “I did trust you! I trust you so much I’m here right now to get you back!” Your sobs echo off the space you’re in, each word like a knife you struggle to get out of your chest.

“But the hurt in relationships is not deliberate! Don’t you understand? I was afraid! I was afraid of loving you, only to get hurt by you in the future! But I know you, Tooru, I know now that you wouldn’t ever hurt me.”

The pent up frustration and emotion finally explodes and you collapse on your knees to the ground, but Oikawa makes no move to help you. You cry, sobbing from the years of fright and fear of seeing your loved ones bright from love then slowly diminish with each second they spend hating themselves and their failed relationships.

A few moments pass before Oikawa kneels in front of you, taking your hands into his warm hold, and he stares into your palms while he caresses them. You’re transfixed by the sight. Memories of nights being held in his embrace flash through your mind and you suddenly become aware of how much you’ve missed his gentle touch.

His face shows the love you know he still has for you. Through his expressions shine the same longing you feel for being held in a tight hold.

“I love you, [Y/N],” he whispers four words meant for no one but you. Your breath hitches upon his confession, but he slowly looks up from your hands to meet your eyes.

Looking at the warm pools of brown staring straight at you, you see one thing reflected that would forever be embedded on your mind. Acceptance.

Acceptance of the fact that you can never be together anymore.

“You’re right about one thing, [Y/N]-chan,” he says with a sad smile. “Hurt isn’t deliberate. I know you ran away to protect your heart, but you need to understand that in the process, you broke mine. When you left me, you did the exact same thing you didn’t want to experience.”

He lowers your hand down to your lap, retracting his own back down to his side.

“I love you, but I can’t trust you not to leave me again. The pain I felt when you suddenly disappeared… I can’t even begin to describe it.”

Standing up to his full height, he dusts himself off. You’re left staring up at him, the finality of his words stabbing at you like a scorching blade. Scrambling to your feet, you beg him, “Please, Tooru, I wouldn’t leave you again!”

You plead, frantically searching his eyes for any sign that he might take you back again. You choke the words out amidst the tearful sobs that break free from your lips. “I love you, Tooru! And I’m willing to risk everything if it’s with you!”

Oikawa’s eyes gloss over with tears, a drop rolling down the side of his cheek before he lets out a pained smile, sealing this chapter of your story with his parting words.

“I would have risked it all for you too…”

‘...but not everyone has the strength to get back up from the feeling of being left alone.”

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Eisuke - “Sorry Not Sorry’ [Smut/Angst/Fluff]

NSFW, Smut, Angst and Fluff

Hugely inspired by the song ‘Sorry Not Sorry’

You finally snap after Eisuke over-rides his throughs causing him to become verbally abusive to you. Bases a year after the events and how you cope after becoming a successful artist but preform at ‘Tres Spades’ on the anniversary of your break up.

Language warning, verbal abuse from Eisuke and slight sexual harassment warnings

You took a deep breath and stepped out the limo you had arrived in, your stomach was tied in knots. Why, why, why, had you agreed to come to this event? Why, dear god, why was it was held here out of every venue in the whole damn city. You knew he’d be here, it was his hotel for crying out loud. You had swore to yourself you would never step foot inside ‘Tres Spades’ ever again after he broke your heart. It had been a year since you walked out of Eisuke, his growing accusations of you cheating on him growing too much for you to bear. He was possessive and couldn’t stand any other man to look at you, including those who resided in the penthouse. You knew he loved you and that made it even harder to leave…

“Eisuke he is your best friend! You really think I would screw him or any other guy, please stop being so stupid!”

“They give you that look, the look only I should you!”

“Then go and yell at them, not me! I haven’t done anything to deserve this!”

“You flirt back with them! You enjoy them all feeding out of the palm of your hand,” “Christ Eisuke, I can’t go over this argument again, the last time I love you only you,”

“Pft, I find that hard to believe when you’ve probably fucked them all and laughed about it behind my back,”.

With those being the last words you would hear him say directly to you, you ran off to your shared bedroom and locked the door before bursting into tears. You wouldn’t let him see you cry. You shoved everything you owned into a suitcase, anything that he had brought you or given you stayed, you wanted nothing that reminded you of him in your life. You waited until you heard the doors to his office slam shut and with one final look around you left his bedroom. Just as you were about to leave the penthouse Soryu had come out to see what the commotion was about.

“Bella where are you going?”

“I’m leaving, I can’t take this anymore Soryu,” You began to sob and he, rather awkwardly, comforted you, just as Eisuke came out of his office.

“Your fucking kidding me,”

“Eisuke, calm down this isn’t what it looks like,”

“Fuck it, do what you want, screw her like you and everyone else already probably has,” Eisuke held his hands up and walked away down the corridor. Unable to take anymore your hand gripped at the engagement ring on your finger and threw it across the room.

“Goodbye Soryu, you were always the kindest to me,” Taking one last look at the penthouse where you were once so happy before leaving, never to return. You broke down in the elevator, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.

‘Boss! God dammit Eisuke! What are you playing at, why are you being like that to her!” Soryu screamed after him, grabbing him roughly by his collar.

“Oh why are you so upset, your little pet ran away, she’ll be back,” He smirked and Soryu raised his first.

“The fuck is your problem!”.

“I know she’s been sleeping with you and the others, I wanted to see how much I could break her before admitting it,”.

“She’s not slept with any of us, you fucking idiot! You're jealous over nothing and you’ve just let the one thing that made you happy walk away!”.

“Well if she hasn’t why I have seen the messages between you all and her! And why did Kenzaki report all the secret meetings between you all and that Erika girl stating information to me!”

“Christ you're an idiot, a real idiot! If you ever paid attention to her you would know that Erika hates her and makes her life misery on purpose! She’ll say anything to you to get you to leave her, and the messages? She wanted help from all us to be like a ‘woman of your standard’ for the wedding and future events because she didn’t feel good enough for you, when all in all you were never good enough for her! She wanted to change and improve herself to make you happy and you became so overzealous for nothing you pushed the one woman away who truly loved you, not your money, or your status, you! So I hope you're happy, boss,” Soryu practically spits the words out of his mouth to him.

Eisuke’s heart stopped and he looked at Soryu who was walking away.

“Soryu, I need your help to get her back, what the fuck have I done?”.

“I think it’s too late, you treated her like shit these past few weeks and broke her heart,” Soryu snapped, he turned back around and threw the ring she had removed moments ago to him, indicating to Eisuke the extent of his damage.

Deep breaths Bella, just keep calm, you probably won’t even see him, you kept repeating in your head. Don’t let him ruin this for you, like he ruined your relationship. The day after the events with him you decided it was time to focus on yourself, no men to distract you, only you. You took more chances and risks, saying yes to new things but the main highlight was your singing. You began online singing covers of songs and it was a instant hit, the previous year had been a whirlwind, kick starting you into the music industry and tonight you was here to perform a song for the ‘70th Annual Music Inspiration Awards’ a huge moment for you. You had worked tirelessly on your music and yourself, you was completely different to the girl who had let Eisuke break your heart, if it happened now you wouldn’t be bleak and comply to his words, no you would stand up to him and challenge him. Fighting for yourself. But none of that was relevant, you didn’t care no more for him, or thats what your head was saying at least, your heart on the other hand was racing at the prospect of seeing him tonight.

You attended the event alone, it was still to sudden for you to find that special someone. Decked out in stilettos that wrapped around your ankles with a skin tight crimson dress that hugged your figure with a plunging, but also respectable, neckline. You had grown your hair long since you was last here and it had a wet dewy look to it. You looked like a entirely different person to when you was last here.

“Miss Bella! Miss Bella, over here! Singing weekly, how does it feel to be the youngest person to perform at this event?”

“Music updates, how does it feel to be performing tonight?”

You was flooded with questions and interviewers before you stepped inside, guided by your manager.

“Thank you Rikk, it was getting a bit overwhelming out there,” You smiled.

“No problems, it's why I’m here to protect you! Now I must say it one final time, you look stunning,” Rikk taking your hand and squeezing it, he was an incredibly attractive man however his personality rang like Baba’s, a true womaniser and you was smart enough not to be lured into his traps.

“So the plan?” You ask.

“Ah yes, okay so, interviews done, we should probably go and greet Mr.Ichinomiya and thank him for the event and then theres,” He started but as soon as you heard Eisukes name you zoned out and your heart began to race.

“No!” You cried.

“Sorry, I mean no, I’m merely here to do one song, I don’t think we should waste Mr.Ichinomiya’s time, you said there was a bar?” You quickly say before scuttling off, you had never told anyone in your business about Eisuke, you didn’t want to become a piece in the magazines about being his heart broken partner. In all honesty, you hadn’t heard a word from him since that day which broke your heart the most, he was meant to love you and want to marry you yet he never came after you, showing you truly how little he cared…

At the bar you could sense someone looking at you and gulped quietly before a familiar scent surrounded you.

“Hello Bella,” The voice rang crisp as day and you turned around.

“Soryu!” You smiled and pulled him in for a hug.

“Still as awkward around women as ever I see,” You giggled.

“What are you doing here? You look, you look incredible,”.

“Thank you, I’m actually one of the performers tonight, kinda special act you know, not to be released to the public aha,”.

“But you! How are you, how is everyone?” You heart clenched at everyone because you really only meant Eisuke.

“Yeah their good, Baba and Ota still up to no good, Mamoru nothing as always and Eisuke… well, he lost it after you and he hasn’t ever really recovered, he turned back into his cold old self and never snapped out of it,” He responds with a weak smile and you gave him one back, your heart almost re-breaking like it did the year before.

“He never deserved you, you know,” He softly whispered.

“I don’t think I ever deserved him, he broke my heart but it helped me grow, I mean look at me now,” You managed with a smile but Soryu saw straight through it.

“I can’t take back that day, but after he left I had to explain everything to him, that Erika woman and Kenzaki had been spreading lies to him and he was already so paranoid about these secret meetings we’d been having it sent him over the edge, I don’t think he’ll ever get over how he treated you,” His words made your eyes tear up and your heart ever so lightly raced. You wanted to see him and just as you was about to ask, Rikk appeared and put his arm around your waist, pulling you away.

“Come on, it’s showtime, just remember your brilliant, your my star,” He says with excitement and kisses your wrist, something you had repeatedly told him not to do. You stood in the side wings of the stage as the lights went down, you was the first one to perform tonight, you started the show. And then, the music started, the song you wrote after your breakup and wanting to get slightly revenge against the man who broke you started to play.

“Now, I'm out here lookin' like revenge

Feelin' like a ten, the best I've ever been

And, yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this

But it gets worse (Wait a minute)”

You stepped out onto the stage to a wild applause.

Now, you're out here lookin' like regret, ain't too proud to beg

Second chance, you'll never get

And, yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this

But it gets worse (Wait a minute)

Your face lit up at the applause and you carried on, swinging your hips to the song like you had practiced.

Now, payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

Then you saw him, his back was turned to you but you knew just from his stance it was Eisuke.

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this (Ah)

And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

He turned as the applause went wild, your head ducking and flipping your hair, but his eyes met your and his face stood in shock.

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Bein' so bad got me feelin' so good

Showin' you up like I knew that I would

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

You carried on with your performance, you couldn’t let him ruin it for you, not this.

Feelin' inspired 'cause the tables have turned

Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns

Your eyes purposefully meet his at this point. You slayed through your performance just like you had practised, feeling on fire from the cheers and whistled you received. You even perfected the chair choreography, something you had been nervous to do with the size of your heels but nevertheless you did it. As it finishes, you're met with a standing observation and thank them for, wishing all the nominees the best of luck before leaving the stage.

“Doll, I told you would be great! You nailed it!” Rikk ecstatically yelled, pulling you into a tight hug with his hands firmly on your waist.

“Thank you, I’m feeling hot so I’m gonna go outside,” You say, trying to wriggle out his grip but he guides you, his hands placed firmly on you still. You went out to a secluded area, only for the event but due to it just starting everyone was inside.

“You know, you have the voice and looks of a angel, but I bet your really a devil, a little minx,” Rikk whispered into your ear, you could smell the alcohol on him, he must have already been drinking before the event.

“Rikk, you're making me uncomfortable please stop this,” You squirm and try to push him off.

“Your such a tease, you know that! You make all these sexual gestures towards me but shoot me down, well not anymore!” He angrily yells and grips you tightly.

“Get off me!” You cry, tears forming as you try to push him off you but his grip was too tight. It was all too raw, his words reminded you of Eisukes, tearing a fresh wound into your heart.

“She said get off her, I suggest you do so now or,” You heard from behind you, the sound of a gun cocking and Rikk’s face went white.

“You won’t get far with her, she’s just a tease,” Rikk hissed releasing you and leaving you. You sighed, wiping away the tears that had formed before turning to see your rescuer, well you should say rescuers. There in front of you were all the bidders, Soryu putting his gun away, Eisuke stood meekly behind them.

“Thank you,” You managed before they surrounded you, hugging and welcoming you back.

“It’s been so long kiddo, look at you all grown up,”.

“My Kiro is no longer a puppy,” Ota still whined as usual.

“We saw you performing, your sensational princess,”. You smile at their comments, not feeling as if you had been away from them for even five minutes, you engaged with all of them, all except Eisuke who hadn’t said a word.

Finally you take a breath and turn to him.

“Come to yell at me for being complimented by men, or did you come out here to agree with that Rikk said about me,” You spit at him, it was petty, it was stupid but you wanted him to hurt like he had hurt you. But he didn’t bite, he just stood here in silence.

“We’ll give you some space,” Soryu says and they leave you alone. You both stood there, the cold air hitting against you making you shiver.

“Here,” Is the first thing he says to you and takes off him jacket, handing it to you.

“I don’t- I don’t need anything from you,” You manage but he doesn’t listen and wraps it over you, your inhaling his scent like you use to do. You looked at the man in front of you, he still looked the exact same, still as handsome as ever but there was something in his eyes, they looked broken and it pained you to see him like that. Before you could even think, your eyes began to tear up.

“You never came after me, did I mean that little to you? Did our relationship mean nothing to you? Did you even love me Eisuke,” You manage between sobs, all your confidence had washed away, seeing him standing in front of you made it feel like the events from last year was happening over again.

“I can’t take back how I treated you and what I said and I will never forgive myself for that, but I always loved you, always,” He replies, his stance softening.

“Then why! Why Eisuke, you took me down and doubted me, you made me feel so little accusing me of sleeping with every man who looked at me! I loved you, I loved you so much! I was so excited for our future, we was getting married!” You sobbed, you no-longer cared about crying in-front of him, you wanted to see the damage he had on you.

“Bella,” He softly whispered and took a step towards you, a hand reaching out to you but you rejected it.

“I never felt good enough, never and you made me feel I was! And then you came out with all that stuff and proved me right, that I was never good enough for you,” You yelled before he wrapped his arms tightly around you, you didn’t even struggle and sobbed into his chest. It felt comforting, it felt safe, it felt like home.

“You were never not enough for me, you were always better than me and you deserve the world, your perfect, beyond perfect, my life lost all meaning the day you left,” He whispers into your hair as he holds you tight to him, never wanting to let you go again.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I will never forgive myself and I expect you will never forgive me, but your just too pure and perfect for this world, it hurt me so much every time I saw anyone looking at you, I was so frightened you would leave me for someone deserving of you, that it ruled my life,” He adds as you press yourself to his chest. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, just like yours. He was so scared of losing you, he had pushed you away instead.

“Why didn’t you come after me?” You manage as you look up from his chest, seeing tears running down his cheeks.

“I imagined you never wanted to speak to me again,”.

“I didn't,”.

“You didn’t…”

“I missed you so much,” You sobbed again, giving yourself into his arms. You couldn’t stop yourself, the man who you loved deeply was here in front of you, apologising, something you had never seen Eisuke do before.

“I missed you everyday, I have never stopped loving you, I hate myself for what I did to you, how I treated you, how stupid I was,” He whispers, holding you so tight against him you though you might burst.

“I�� I never stopped loving you too,” You slowly whispered back, looking up at him before you leaned up as he leaned down to kiss you. You stood there embraced with his jacket on, your lips meeting in a passionate frenzy as if you were making up for every lost minute. When you pulled away, his gaze was heavy on you and stood there in silence.

“I don’t know what you going to say, scream at me, cry, hurt me, just please say something,” His voice was broken, you had never seen him so vulnerable.

“I want you Eisuke,” You whisper and your lips re-meet. It was how you truly felt, the details and your relationship could be sorted later, but right now you wanted to be just with him.

He carried you in his arms up to the penthouse, neither of your lips breaking before he sat on the sofa with you in his lap.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He was still apologising.

“You’ve changed so much, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you apologise so much,” You giggle slightly and finally see a smile form on his lips.

“I mean it, I will apologise everyday if I have too, I just never want you to leave my side again,”.

“I’ve changed Eisuke, I’m not the same woman who left,”.

“I know, I can see how much more beautiful you have become, you’ve blossomed into a truly remarkable creature,”.

“But more sassy, it would be nice to have someone to argue back with me, it became so lonely when you left,” A slight smirk on his face. There he was, there was the man who you fell in love with.

“Pft, like you handle me,” You say with a giggle, your once broken heart melting at his gaze.

“Well I guess I have the rest of my life to try,” He smiles and takes your hand, your fingers entwining as your lips meet once more. The kiss between you was desperate, trying to regain and claim each part of each other. Your free hand ran through his hair, the feeling of electricity and softness through your fingertips as he moved his hand to hold your lower waist.

Unlike every other time with Eisuke this was slow and gentle, you took your time together to appreciate each other's bodies, he was determined to kiss every inch of you ensuring to linger and leave sweet bites along your skin.

“I missed you so much,” He whispered against your skin as he eased your dress off you, resting your back on the sofa, him looking down and admiring your body. He was almost hesitant to touch you and you took his hand and slowly placed it on your exposed breast and guided the other one down your waist, showing him it was okay. His mouth came down to meet your breast, sucking, licking and nipping at you as other hand slipped below your panties, find your clit making you cry out instantly. No-one could touch you like he could, no-one knew your body than him. You could feel him trying not to smirk against you from your reaction and his fingers continued to swirl around you. His mouth trails down your stomach, leaving wet kisses and he spreads your thighs and removes your panties with his teeth, you almost came on the spot. He kisses his way up your thighs, his finger still teasing your clit as your back gently arches, your finger embedded in your own hair.

“Your still wet and perfect for me,” He whispered against your core before his tongue grazed against you, your hips instantly bucking.

“Christ, Eisuke!” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your finger now tugging at his hair. His tongue delved deep into you, hitting that sweet spot that made you curse his name. He throws your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to dive deeper into you, his fingers stimulating your clit.

“”E-e-eisuke-oh!” You whined, your back arching fully of the sofa as your orgasm hit you, releasing yourself against his mouth. He lapped up your essence, making groans against you before pulling back and undressing, the sound of his belt buckle undoing was music to your ears you had longed to here.

“You're still so sweet,” He whispered softly as he licked your juices from his fingers and lips.

“I imagined my fingers were yours every time I-” You said with a slight flush, you had been with no-one else since Eisuke, you didn’t care if he had been, you were together now.

“I haven’t been with anyone else, I couldn’t even begin to imagine it,” He reassures you as he strokes your face, his other hand removing his boxers as you feel his hot member pressing fiercely against you.

“Neither have I,” You say as he kisses you, cover your body with his as he settles against your spread legs.

“Are you sure about this, because I can stop now,” He whispers, guiding his member to you, his eyes full of love.

“I’ve never stopped wanting you,” And as the words leave your mouth he gently thrusts into you. Both of you moaning, your cheeks were flushed and your lips gently parted.

“Y-your so, ugh tight!” He grunts, taking his time to fill you before his waist is fully against yours. The feeling of him being inside you, made your skin burn with pleasure and your legs instantly wrap around his waist. He thrusted into you gently, take his time to lap the sensation of your tightness around him, sweet moans escaping from your lips. His hand interlaced with yours as you kissed, his hips gently rocking against yours, hitting the sweet spot inside you.

“Eisuke! Oh god there!” You cry against his mouth, your nails digging into his hand as your muscles begin to contract around him.

“I love you,” He groans as he continues to thrust, a layer of sweat across his forehead.

“I love you too” You manage as your back arches, your head thrown back and you shake as your orgasm takes over your body. Seeing you to the pleasure, Eisuke follows, releasing deep within you as he rides you both down. You both pant before he removes himself and flips you over, holding your body tightly to you to him, frightened if he lets go you will fade away.

“I missed that,” You giggle, out of breath.

“I could never get the feeling of you out of my head,”.

“Me either,” You say as you cuddle into his chest, stroking patterns over him chest.

“I promise to you now, I will never hurt you again, I will never take you granted or let my jealousy rule me again, you are mine now and forever,” He says as he presses a kiss to your head.

You lay in each other's embrace, enjoying your blissful afterglow, neither of you wanting to let go. You filled him on the year that happened, how you began successful by yourself.

“Your voice is just as beautiful as you are, I’m so proud of you,”.

“But I don’t know how long it’s going to continue, after Rikk tonight I think I might have lost my producer…”

“Then we’ll get you a new one, the best one, one who will know not to touch what is mine,” And you giggle at his reaction.

“I’ve always been yours,”.

“Here get dressed, I think the others will be back soon and I have something I want to talk to you about whilst we're alone,” He says, releasing you and you both get dressed. Eisuke disappeared for a minute whilst you were busy fixing your shoes.

“So what did you wanna - oh,” You say, your eyes lighting up as Eisuke had returned and was on one knee in front of you, your engagement ring held in his hand.

“If its too much I understand but I-”

“Yes!”

“Can I fin-”

“Yes!”

“Bella”

“Yes! Sorry, sorry continue,” You face blushed at your outburst excitement both of you smiling.

“I can’t bear to go without you for another minute, I want to spend everyday making it up to you and giving you the best life I possibly can,” You finally letting him finish.

“Yes! Yes!” You say with tears and hold your hand out to him as he places the ring back on your finger. He sweeps you up in his arms.

“We have a lot of catching up to do,” He smirks and carries you to the bedroom.

Since that night the pair of you became inseparable, appreciating each other to the max, giving each other your mind, body, soul and hearts. Rikk had been removed for the company due to sexual harassment, allowing you to be free to choose a new manager at your own will. You knew Eisuke and Soryu was behind him leaving as he hadn’t been heard of since.

Eisuke and you became an iconic powerful couple and everyone wanted a piece of both of you, ‘The Future Mr and Mrs Ichinomiya’. Your love for each other only grew stronger each day. Whilst a year apart had damaged you both, it also made you appreciate each other and your time you had, your love blossoming from the painful experience.

When your big day finally arrived, every media outlet wanted to cover it but it was strictly only your closest family and friends.

“You ready princess?” Baba asked, holding his arm out to you. Since your parents had passed away, you had asked him to walk you down the aisle, which he agreed to through tears being touched at your emotional request.

“You look so beautiful,” He manages with tears.

“Don’t you start! Your going to see me off,” You plead and take a deep breath before holding onto his arm.

The sound of the organ echoed through the church and you gently gripped Baba’s harm with excitement as you saw Eisuke standing at the altar before turning to see you. His face full of love as he mouthed “Perfect” to you as you made your way down to him.

“You know white is only for virgins right,” He whispers with a smirk into your ear as you stand beside him.

“Pft watch it Mister, I still have time to make my get away,” You giggle in response as his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

“You're not going anywhere, Mrs.Ichinomiya,”.

With that you both follow through with your vows before exchange rings and kiss, sealing your love.

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