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[poprocksmbabie]

hmm. was buddy daddies Technically queerbaiting. no. but does it still feel like it. yeah.

[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff)  angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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A/N : this chapter marks the celebration of this blog surpassing 600 followers! thank you so much for all the support! also for minor readers, the sfw versions of nsfw chapters are given at the end of the masterlist so check those properly before reading.

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

[kpoppwriter]

Retrouvaille

❧ Genre: Childhood Friend!Yuta x fem!reader

❧ Words: 3.8k+

❧ Synopsis: You never wanted to leave him in the first place but maybe leaving this time is the right thing to do for your sake.

❧ A/N: woop woop here it is finally! Ratatouille is here everyone lmaoooo. it took me 10 days to write but yeah I’m not used to working on one fic for this long (except series obvi). The other fic Ukiyo is going to take a bit longer as there’s a lot I have left to write with that one   

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The air was cool, not too cold that you needed a jacket however. The slight breeze danced over your skin giving you goosebumps. A few stray cherry blossom petals fell onto the sidewalk. You picked one up. It was so smooth and delicate. You admired the petal before shoving it into your pocket. You continued to walk down the street towards your house. 

“Y/N!” 

You turned around at the sound of your name. A smile spread across your lips as you saw Yuta running to catch up with you. He stopped in front of you hitting your shoulder playfully.

“You didn’t wait for me!” he pouted 

“You were taking forever,” you quipped, “Plus, I have to be home on time today.” 

“Oooh did you get in trouble or something?”

“No, I’m not like you, Yuta.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and ran a bit ahead of him so he couldn’t hit you again. He just shook his head at you in mock anger. The two of you continued to walk home. You told him about the funny joke one of your classmates said and he told you about the newest gossip in the lunchroom. You eventually stopped in front of your house. 

“If ya need me, you know where to find me!” 

Yuta waved at you as he walked to the house next door. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. You were so happy your best friend was also your neighbor. You sighed contently as you walked into your own home.

“We’re moving?!”

“Your father got a promotion so we have to move back to the States,” your mother explained, “This wasn’t a permeant living situation, honey.”

“What about school and my friends? What about..” you could feel a lump forming in your throat, “What about Yuta?”

“You’ll make new friends at your new school. You were always so good at making friends,” your father reassured you

“I don’t want new friends! I want to stay here!”

You got up from the table and ran up to your room. Tears were streaming down your face. You fell onto your bed, your face buried into a pillow. You let out your sobs, too overcome with anger and sadness to stop them. You heard a light tapping on your window pulling you from your thoughts. You wiped your eyes as you looked over to the window. There on the small bit of roof under your window sat Yuta, his face full of confusion and sadness. You got up and opened the window.

“I told you not to jump to my window,” you sniffled

“Why’re you crying?” he asked ignoring your scolding

You opened your mouth to tell him but you couldn’t get the words out. You didn’t want them to be true. Instead of telling him, you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your room. You wrapped your arms around his torso tightly, your face buried into his chest. Yuta said nothing. He hugged your back, his hand gently petting your head. He let you cry some more into his chest, not worried about the tear stains you were leaving on his shirt. He waited until your cries turned into sniffles before he asked you what was going on.

“I’m leaving,” you whispered

“Leaving?” he stared at you, “What do you mean leaving?”

“My family’s moving back to the States.”

“You just moved here a few years ago! How can you go back already?”

“My dad got a promotion,” you wiped your eyes, “I don’t have a choice, Yuta. It’s already settled.”

Yuta said nothing. He just held you tighter like you’’d disappear in front of his eyes if he let you go. 

You watched your parents packed up the luggage and extra boxes into the rental car from the window. You had your backpack on and your own luggage beside you. You rolled it out to the curb. You tried to look at every little detail around you so you’d have the most perfect mental image of this place you called home for so long. You never wanted to forget a single detail. Your eyes locked onto Yuta, who had been sitting outside on the curb in front of his house. He looked over at you and sent you a sad smile. You walked over and plopped down next to him. 

“So this is it,” he whispered 

“Yeah I guess it is,” you sighed

You stared at each other, unsure of what to say now. Something popped into your mind. You quickly pulled off your backpack and began searching through it.

“Hold on.”

You pulled out a yellow and pink woven bracelet. You took his wrist and tied the bracelet around it. He studied the woven thread around his wrist.

“I made that for you,” you said, “And I made myself a matching one.”

You showed him your wrist with the same bracelet on it. He smiled widely.

“Now you can’t forget about me. I’m struck to you.”

“Thank you,” he giggled, “I won’t ever take it off.”

“You better not Nakamoto,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “I will come back here and beat you up if you do.”

You father called out for you from the car. You and Yuta stood up, exchanging one last hug before you left. It lasted a little longer than normal hugs but you weren’t complaining. You walked back to the car, peaking over your shoulder to see if Yuta was watching. He was watching with tears in his eyes. You got in the car and drove off leaving the home you once knew behind you. 

You threw your duffle bag in the corner of the dance studio. You inspected the room, this dance studio was new to you. You had just moved to Korea from the States to work as a dance instructor for kpop idols. You were honored at the opportunity but felt like you were a bit in over your head. You’ve never worked with such big clients before. You just sighed, knowing you’d be fine once you got over the initial nerves.

You were digging around in your bag when you heard the studio door open. You turned around and saw a man bowing politely at you. You returned the gesture. He put down his own bag off by the wall then began to stretch. You couldn’t help staring at the man, his handsome face and amazing physic was making you a bit flustered. Your eyes moved from his face down to his arms. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt so you were able to see his arms in full. You noticed something around his wrist, a small bracelet that looked worn and almost colorless. You could see the faint colors, a simple yellow and pink design. Your eyes went wide. Yellow and pink bracelet...

“Hey,” you pointed at the man’s wrist, “Where did you get that?” 

He looked at you, his expression laced with confusion. He followed your finger to his wrist, smiling when he realized what you were looking at.

“It was a gift from a childhood friend,” he reminisced, “They were someone i really cared about. I promised I wouldn’t take it off.”

“Or they’d beat you up.”

You pulled up your sleeve, exposing your own frayed bracelet with the exact same design as his. The man stood up quickly and grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped tightly around you and he lifted you off the ground. He gently placed you back on the ground, pulling away to look at you properly.

“It’s been a while, Yuta,” you smiled widely 

“It’s been too long, Y/N.”

You finished up the dance practice a little earlier than expected, the boys of NCT 127 picking up the choreography rather quickly. They bowed at you as they each took their leave. You grabbed your water from your duffle bag, taking a drink while you packed it up. You picked up your bag and left the dance studio. Waiting outside, leaning up against the wall in front of the door, was Yuta. 

“Y/N,” he approached you, “You doing anything now?”

“I was going to get some lunch.”

“Perfect.”

He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards the entrance of the SM building. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp while laughing. When you got outside, you got your wrist out of his grip. 

“What are you doing?” you laughed

“Taking you to lunch,” he smiled 

You happily enjoyed your lunch with Yuta, using the time alone together to catch up. It had been years since you saw each other so there was much to catch up on. You ended up going to lunch the next day as well...and the day after that. Going to lunch after practice became a normal thing for the two of you. You slowly began to learn and relearn everything about your long lost friend. You were so happy to have him back in your life. 

You spent your weekdays rehearsing and teaching choreographies to NCT. your weekends however were your free days but even on your free days you spent time with the boys and of course with Yuta. All the time you spent with Yuta started to have a different effect on you though, an effect you didn’t expect. You were becoming so close again but this time was different. You didn’t just see him as a friend anymore. You thought there could be more to your relationship. You had caught feelings for him. Of course, you refused to let your budding feelings change your friendship. You didn’t want to deal with the rejection if you did tell him you had feelings for him. Instead, you kept it all bottled up.    

You were at the dorms hanging out with some of the members. They were having a movie day and invited you over. You were curled up on the couch with a blanket, Yuta also curled up beside you. You all were waiting to start the movie, Taeil and Jungwoo still in the kitchen preparing the snacks.  

“Did you guys hear about the event SM is having?” Doyoung said as he walked into the dorm living room

“Yeah, we all got an invite,” Taeyong clarified

“Who’s going?” 

Even though you had just starting working for SM, you also got an invite to this event. Of course if the boys were going to go, you’d be there too. It would be good to get to know other people beside NCT.  

“I am,” you spoke up

“I’ll go too then,” Yuta smiled at you 

You were thankful someone else started speaking as a pink blush formed on your neck. You didn’t want Yuta to see how his words could effect you like this. Not only would he tease you relentlessly but he’d get a bit suspicious as to why they had such an effect on you. You didn’t want him to know you liked him.  That’d just make everything messy. 

A few more people agreed to go to the event, which you were happy about. It’d be fun to hang out with the other boys outside of the dorms or the dance studio for once. It was also an excuse to see everyone dressed up. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Taeil and Jungwoo came into the living room with the snacks. Everyone got comfortable in front of the tv before Taeyong hit play. You found it hard to pay attention to the movie playing, thoughts of your first SM event occupying your mind. They were rather distracting especially since they were filled with images of Yuta. You shook your head, trying to clear those intrusive thoughts away so you could pay attention the movie rather than your feelings for your best friend. 

You stood by yourself in the corner of the room sipping on some champagne. You glanced down at your phone yet again. You were starting to get impatient waiting for the boys to arrive at the event. You felt a little awkward just standing by yourself. 

“Excuse me?” 

You looked up to find a rather attractive man standing in front of you. He apparently noticed how you were standing alone and thought he’d come join you. You explained you were waiting for your friends. He said he’d keep you company in the meantime, if you wanted. Not seeing the harm in making some new friends, you agreed. 

The moment Yuta walked into the event, his eyes scanned the room for you. His head quickly turned when he heard your laughter. When he saw you acting rather friendly with another guy, he felt his blood boil. Who was this guy and what was he doing around you? Yuta started making his way over to you, hoping to split up whatever was going on. You caught sight of Yuta as he walking over, not noticing how upset he looked. You waved at him before excusing yourself. You jogged over to Yuta happily.  

“I was wondering when you’d get here!” you smiled 

“We got caught in traffic,” Yuta mumbled, “Let’s go over to the others.”

You let Yuta bring you over to the other members, all thoughts of the man from before completely leaving your mind. Off near the entrance, some of the members stood at a table drinking and talking amongst themselves. 

“Hey Y/N,” Johnny greeted you as you and Yuta walked up 

“Hey there,” you smiled, “You guys looked nice.” 

They thanked you before going back to their conversations. You joined in, completely ignoring Yuta once again. You couldn’t tell but he was becoming rather agitated with how you basically pushed him off to the side. He figured that if you weren’t going to pay attention to him, he might as well go find someone that would. 

You didn’t even notice Yuta was gone at first. When you looked for him, you found him standing with a girl. A really attractive girl. You watched how he shamelessly flirted. The girl was clearly enjoying the attention, her face tinted pink. You felt a lump growing in your throat but swallowed it knowing you had no reason to be feeling this way. He was only your friend…just a friend. You downed your glass of champagne and placed it on the table beside you. You didn’t say anything to Yuta or the other boys. You just left.

You were almost to your car when you heard someone calling your name. You glanced back and saw Yuta standing there staring at you with a look of disbelief on his face. You just kept walking to you car. You tried to ignore him- he was still calling out to your name- but he ran up to your car grabbing your wrist to keep you from getting into the car. 

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked

“I’m going home.”

“Why? We haven’t even been here that long.”

His words came out a bit rougher than he intended. He sounded so annoyed. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pulled your wrist out of Yuta’s grasp. 

“I’m feeling really tired. I’m heading home now.”

You attempted to get into your car but as you opened the door, Yuta pushed it closed. You turned around to face him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re not actually tired. What’s going on?”

“I’m...” you sighed, “I just need to go.”

Yuta didn’t stop you from getting you into the car this time. You drove away, leaving him alone out in the cold night. 

“I think I should quit working with SM,” you groaned 

“What?! This is like your dream job!” your friend exclaimed over the phone, “What would you do if you did leave anyway?”

“Maybe go to another company or just move back to the States-”

“No, you’re not coming back,” your friend stated

“Why?” you whined, “If I’m not happy here I should be allowed to come back!”

“You’re just saying all of this because you don’t want to face the facts.” she 

“What do you mean?” 

“You love Yuta.” 

You were stunned at her words. You didn’t think she’d be so brazen (and you didn’t think you were being that obvious). You sputtered out a lie saying you didn’t actually like him, he was just your childhood friend. 

“You’re not a good liar,” she laughed, “You clearly like him! Why else would you be so jealous at the thought of him flirting with someone else?”

“Well, I just know what’s-”

“Oh, ‘you know what’s best for him’. That’s not a good excuse,” she sighed, “Don’t act like the jealous best friend. You either need to tell him the truth or you can run away.”

Tell him the truth or run away...which one would be easier in the end? Too emotionally drained to decide that now, you ended the call with your friend and went to bed. Hopefully tomorrow would be an easier day. 

The next week went by as normal. You held practice a few days and on your days off, you were at home alone. You saw Yuta sometimes if he decided to come to practice but never exchanged words. He seemed mad at you; he barely acknowledged your presence when you weren’t teaching. You could tell he didn’t want you here. He didn’t care. You felt the lump growing in your throat at that thought. That was enough of a sign for you. You should go back to the States. 

You handed in your resignation to SM before you left for the day. Two weeks would be enough time for you to pack your life up. You had the whole weekend to yourself so you could start getting everything situated. You gripped the strap of your duffle bag tightly as you walked the dark streets. There was no going back now.

“Y/N!” 

Jungwoo waved to you as you walked down the hall towards the dance studio. You waved back; the smile on his face was far too contagious and a smile appeared on your lips. You were happy to be starting off your week with someone that seemed to enjoy your company. 

“Hey Jungwoo.”

“Is it true?” his smile disappeared, “You’re leaving?” 

“Wait how-”

“You’re leaving, Y/N?” Mark asked

You hadn’t noticed them walking up but a few of the other members were now standing beside Jungwoo, all of them looking at you confused. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I’m heading back to the States.”

“But what about your job here?” 

“I quit.”

It was obvious the boys didn’t know what to say, their silence was deafening. Instead of lingering in the sadness, you ushered them all into the practice room to start rehearsals. Yuta didn’t show up until later and of course he didn’t say anything to you. You just decided not to tell him you were leaving. You figured he wouldn’t even talk to you anyway if you tried. 

You got home earlier than usual, the boys were super on it and you were more than happy with their progress so you ended practice early. You were working on packing up your knick knacks and other decor in your apartment. You had music on and you had left your phone in the kitchen so you didn’t notice it going off repeatedly. You did however hear the loud knocking on your door. You turned down your music before heading to the front door thinking it was a neighbor or something. You were a bit taken aback when you saw Yuta standing on the other side of the door. 

“What’re you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

He was clearly angry. It looked like smoke would come out of his ears any second. You didn’t say anything, knowing he was talking about your move back to the States. You walked back into your home, Yuta following you after closing the door behind him. 

“Y/N-”

“How was I supposed to tell you when you wouldn’t talk to me?” you huffed, “You barely acknowledged me, let alone talk to me. How was I supposed to tell you when you wouldn’t even look at me?”

Yuta was silent. He knew he was wrong. He had known this for a while but something broke inside him when he found out through Jungwoo that you were moving. He had hoped that you would’ve at least told him this news yourself. You could feel yourself getting hot with anger, all of your pent up emotions finally getting ready to be released right here and now. 

“I wished and hoped that I’d get a chance to see you again and here you are but instead of having my best friend back I got some sort of double edged sword. One minute you’re acting all sweet with me then the next you’re ignoring me and angry with me like I did something wrong!”

You hadn’t noticed you were crying until a tear dripped off your face onto your hand. You wiped the tears away roughly. Yuta’s expression had softened slightly at the sight of your tears. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms and let you cry into his chest like he did when you were kids. 

“I thought that meeting by chance all these years later was some sort of destiny or fate but maybe it was just a mistake.”

Your words were like venom. Yuta felt like he was going to start crying himself. He hated this. He hated how he did this to you. His petty attempt at revenge wasn’t worth losing you. He reached out towards you but you kept your distance. 

“Please let me explain.”

“No there’s nothing to explain-”

“I love you.”

Those three words took the air out of your lungs. The whole world stopped in that moment. Neither of you said anything but your stares spoke volumes. You tried to contain the sob rising in your throat but it still escaped. Yuta couldn’t hold back any longer. He came over and wrapped your trembling body up in his arms, his hand softly stroking your head. You let the tears flow freely, not caring about how they’d stain his shirt.  

“I love you too,” you whispered

Yuta leaned back slightly to look at you. Even with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, you were beautiful. He cupped your cheek delicately as his lips captured yours. They molded against yours like they were meant to be together. His lips tasted sweet like peppermint and chocolate. You could get drunk off that taste. His arm snaked around your waist so he could hold you close. You relaxed into his arms letting your shyness melt away. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you. Yuta pulled away first so he could catch his breath.

“Don’t leave,” he breathed against your lips

You just nodded, your lips capturing his again. 

[crimson-snowfall]

Like You Better Like This

Theo Route Announcement Celebratory Fic

Word Count: 1400

Pairings: Theo x Arthur (Theocona)

Genre: NSFW ModernAU (Detective!Theo x Vigilante!Arthur)

Warnings: BL, gunplay, blowjob. Please note that this fic focuses on a suitor x suitor pairing, and this is your friendly reminder that warnings exist for a reason and that you are responsible for the content you choose to consume.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts in wait for Theo’s route announcement for quite some time now, and I haven’t written BL smut for like 2 or 3 years now and this is my first attempt on a modern AU... so yeah, I hope it just turned out okay at least?

The investigation department broke out in mayhem as reports of the sabotage of two privately-owned armored trucks came in-- this would make it the third incident within a span of a month. Theo kicked under his desk, burying his face into his palms as he mentally cursed the perpetrator that he unfortunately knew all too well, but couldn't do anything about.

That's why he'd chosen not to get involved in these cases, and as a result, since most of his colleagues were more interested and invested in the recent sabotage cases, Theo had been working overtime for weeks now on the regular cases that no one else was interested in.

"That klootzak is so dead to me," the detective grumbled under his breath as he sorted through the pile of cases stacked on his desk, the thought of the long work weeks ahead of him already wearing him out.

It was already past midnight when Theo trudged into his apartment unit-- which, under normal circumstances, he should be the lone occupant of, but the television noises coming from the living room made it evident that he wasn't alone that night. Considering the recent turn of events and the fact that his beloved brother would never be so rude as to enter his unit uninvited, Theo didn't hesitate in throwing his briefcase over the couch he just knew this uninvited guest was lounging at, and hearing the ensuing yelp of pain made him wish he had another suitcase he could hurl at the man who'd peeked at him from couch.

"Long day at work?" Arthur asked whilst soothing the side of his head where Theo's briefcase had hit him.

"You're really asking me?" Theo's sharp retort cut through the living room, but as always, it didn't have the intended effect on the other man.

Arthur approached Theo with a mischievous grin, and although the latter had been scowling so hard at the former that his brows were practically touching, he made no effort to stop the other man from taking off his coat.

"I brought some pudding. It's on the fridge," Arthur casually revealed as he made his way to hang Theo's coat on the coat rack. The detective obviously didn't appreciate the change of topic, but he was starving at the same time. He opened the fridge and saw that one compartment was filled with what may be a couple of week's worth of his favorite pudding and other desserts.

"I've told you countless times that I can buy these on my own," Theo grumbled as he dug in on a blueberry pudding.

"You're welcome, my dear Theo. I see that you like your compensation as always?" The comment earned Arthur a cold, hard glare from Theo, one that he met with his own unwavering convictions.

Their history goes all the way back to their high school days, and ever since then, they have been inseparable as they even ended up pursuing the same career. Somewhere along the way though, Arthur had become severely disillusioned with the 'flawed, inefficient  justice system that actually bred more social inequality,' and after years of failed attempts to convict those who had cheated society but had the wealth to evade punishment for their crimes, Arthur finally quit the job.

Nowadays, he masquerades as a forensic biologist while he's actually involved with the top brass of one of the largest vigilante groups that target those who had risen into wealth and power through illegal means.

"You were the one who behind this operation, weren't you?" Theo firmly inquired, cup of pudding neglected on his hands as his glare bore holes into Arthur. 

"What gives?" Arthur asked in amusement as he snatched the half-eaten pudding away from the grumpy detective.

"That man was on the last case you were on before you left, and I know you've had your sights set on him since then. Also, that's my pudding," Theo tried to retrieve his dessert, but the ex-detective had other plans. Taking in a spoonful of the pudding, Arthur swiftly closed the distance between them, capturing Theo's lips with his own, parting them with his tongue and feeding him the pudding in his mouth.

"What are you talking about, Theo? I've never had my eyes set on anyone else but you," Arthur's eyes shimmered with need and longing; their conflicting situations had put a strain on their pre-existing relationship to the extent that they could only meet like this every once in a while.

"Quit it, Arthur. You know what I'm talking about."

Arthur snorted derisively. "Then are you mad at me?"

"All I know is that you're better than this."

"So do I, Theo. That's why it's a wonder how you could put up with that sorry excuse for a--"

"Like I said, it's not up to you or anyone to do these kinds of things!" Theo roared in aggravation, leaving Arthur speechless for a moment. After a while, he quipped back with a cocky smile,

"...You say that, my dear Theo, but then, isn't it up to people like you to capture and turn in people like me who take matters into their hands?"

"Seriously, why are you-"

"I wonder why, oh dear detective," Arthur's hands began to wander all over Theo, finding their way to undo his tie, "...if you hate what I'm doing so much, then why don't you--"

And just as when Arthur was about to bind Theo's wrists with his tie, Theo had pinned him down on the couch and rammed the barrel of his pistol into his mouth.

"Shut up," Theo sternly warned, his own eyes burning with a pent-up medley of desire and frustration. He's been feeling conflicted enough as it is, and the last thing he needed was Arthur rubbing it on his face that the reason why he's feeling as such is that because they're madly in love with each other.

The novel look of shock on Arthur's expression only lasted for several seconds, though Theo had already committed it to his memory. He didn't exactly dislike the perverted, masochistic glint in those eyes that were only a few hues brighter than his own. Rather, he actually found it an alluring sight to behold, watching it spiral from eagerness to desperation as the night goes deeper.

With one hand keeping the pistol's barrel in Arthur's mouth, Theo proceeded to grind their clothed erections against each other.

"Keep your mouth shut, and I'll show you exactly the answer you're looking for," Theo's voice rasped as he built-up the pleasure between them, and Arthur purred in approval.

Slowly, the buttons on Arthur's shirt came undone in the wake of Theo's feverish exploration, and the former bit down on the barrel in his mouth as the latter flicked his hardened nipples.

"What a manwhore," Theo taunted him as he hastily freed his own erection, retrieving and tossing the pistol aside in favor of shoving his cock inside the other man's mouth.

They held each other's heated gazes as they partook in their debauched, mutual pleasure. Theo held no reservations as he vigorously rammed his cock into that familiar warmth of Arthur's mouth, and as he always does, Arthur skillfully massaged his tongue over the bulging veins of Theo's thick, hard length.

"Yes, that's right, you damned klootzak," Theo hissed as he firmly gripped on Arthur's hair, "I like you the best when you can't run this filthy mouth of yours because it's filled with my cock, did you know that?"

In response, Arthur swallowed the entire length of Theo's cock-- or at least, he had made the attempt to do so given that it was physically impossible due to its impressive size. He didn't really have to wait that long either before his mouth was overflowing with Theo's rich, warm essence as he felt the fierce throbbing of the cock in his mouth, and Arthur made sure not to waste not even a single drop as he licked every inch of it clean on its way out of his mouth.

"What now, Theo? There's nothing keeping me from running my mouth now," Arthur taunted with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Then I'll just have to make sure to keep you occupied until I can kick you out in the morning, right?"

True to his words, Theo had kept Arthur thoroughly occupied all night long until dawn.

I don’t know who wants to hear this but I always feed Ikevamp KR Theo with the blueberry pudding because he always seems to like it. So yea fun fact KR Theo likes blueberry pudding.

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whispers || min yoongi

CHAPTER ONE

➳ Fate is such a fickle thing. So easy to tamper with. 

↳ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Based off of the Daechwita MV)

↳ word count: 1.5k words

↳ rating: PG-13

↳ genre: fluff, angst, historical AU

↳ Warnings: Swords, Death, A gun, Battle Scenes, Forced Engagement, Failed Execution, Assassination

↳Trigger warning note: PLEASE BE CAREFUL IN READING THIS FIC. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE THINGS LISTED ABOVE–PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED UNDER THE KEEP READING SIGN.

↳ a/n: i wrote this for like three days until i realized oh maybe it should be a series so enjoy this first chapter lol also!!!!! i put a lil final fantasy thing here and its kind of a central point to the story lmaooooOoO guys send me some asks im like really bored bls

Empress Y/N

Empress Y/N (1384 – 1461) was the second emperor of the Baekje kingdom during the early Joseon era and one of the best-known queens of the Joseon dynasty. Born to a consort, the ongju only became the heir to the throne when Gongju Sun, only child of the Baekje emperor and the late empress Shin, became the empress of Goguryeo after her marriage with the Emperor—father of the late crown prince Geum—after his queen’s untimely death. Y/N became the first empress to rule without a king in 1413, until her marriage to her royal guard Park Jimin in 1420. The empress was then succeeded by her son, Park Il-Guk, after she and her husband stepped down the throne in 1446. She died of natural causes in 1461.

It was a normal day at the temple when the empress suddenly visited. It was dark and silent—the time of the pig[1].

The heavily pregnant empress of Goguryeo, ever the superstitious, approaches the oracle with a careful bow as she cradled her swollen belly. She was due to birth any time.

“Your highness,” greeted the oracle.

“Priestess Cho,” the empress nodded back. “Apologies for having barged in at such an inconvenient time,”

“None-sense, your majesty.” The priestess replied. “The stars have called you here. Who am I to disagree?”

The queen nodded solemnly before setting her hand on her stomach. “I am to birth at any time. I would like you to tell me about my child.”

And tell her she did.

The priestess whispered a prayer as she lit an incense, then closed her eyes.

As if magic, a prophecy tumbled out of her mouth.

A family of greatness

Birthing a child of weakness

As one approaches his end,

A brother prepares to reign.

The queen gasped as tears welled up in her eyes.

She touched her stomach as she felt her child respond to his mother’s touch.

The stars have spoken.

The unborn child will not reach his seventh year, and he will not see his brother crowned as the heir to the throne.

It had been seven years since then.The country prospered and was better than ever.

The crown prince, Geum, grew up to be a cheerful, kind and intelligent boy. He had an affinity for diplomacy and is exceptionally skilled in warfare and battle strategy. The kingdom loved him.

Prince Yunki, however, was a sad child. Perhaps that was because he was constantly ill and born with a death sentence.

The boy was born with snow white hair, which the queen supposed was the result of his illnesses—though quite unheard of. Despite his affinity for swordsmanship and politics, the boy could barely even wield one.

The queen was disheartened.

Agitated by her son’s fate, the empress once again visits the temple. Once again, she sits across the same oracle.

“Your highness,” greeted the oracle. “You have returned.”

“Priestess Cho. I came for my son,” The queen replied with urgency, no time for pleasantries, “The fates have told you that he will die as his brother ages for the throne.”

“They have.”

“Geum will be groomed for the throne soon,” The queen rushed. “Is the death of Yunki really mapped by the gods?”

“No gods, your grace. Stars—the planet. Destiny. Fate. Whatever it is called.”

“Fate dictates the death of my son?”

“Alas, the stars have changed course.” The oracle whispers. “The spirits whisper.”

“What do they say?”

“That your son will be the fiercest king Goguryeo will meet.” The oracle tells. “The emperor that defies fate and destiny.”

“Priestess Cho, forgive me. I was not talking about Geum.”

“Neither am I.” The priestess replied, shocking the queen into silence as she continued. “He will not die tonight, my queen. Not yet. Not for a long while.”

Perhaps the mistake the queen did that night was not to ask what this entailed.

For the following year, the queen was delighted at what she saw.

Yunki loses his illness, recovering at a fast pace. He grew up a strong prince with fair skin, maintaining his white hair, and a sharp gaze. He became strong and fierce.

The queen perished happily that year, joyed at the fact that her son will live. She returned to the planet as her country mourned.

For years to follow, all was well in the kingdom—they had a crown prince who would rule kindly and another who defied fate.

It wasn’t until years later that it all crashed down.

Prince Geum fell in battle, and the emperor died from grief. Prince Yunki immediately ascended to the throne.

The bitter child that he grew up to be, Emperor Yunki became the mad king. All he did was pillage and burn.

That’s what he did to terrorize nearby cities, that’s what he did to eliminate rebels, and that’s what he did to conquer the Kingdom of Silla.

It was because this that fate finally fixed itself—the planet called the whispers[2].

Min Yoongi was simply… Yoongi.

He didn’t think anything was special about him—well, except for the fact that he was a time-travelling assassin sent to different moments of history to fix details that would change the course of destiny.

It would be nice to see an ancient Korea after the mess I made in America, Yoongi thought as he headed to his mission.

He shuddered at the thought of his previous mission—Yoongi spent two whole years egging Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton’s rivalry to end in a duel rather than amicable terms.

Never again.

Shaking his head, Yoongi stepped through time and landed where he needed to, Joseon era—the year 1411.

Yoongi gazed around at the busy street and the lively Goguryeo culture—but that really wasn’t what he’s here for.

Yoongi breathed and nodded to himself.

He was back here to do his mission: assassinate Emperor Yunki and restore the timeline.

Securing his straw hat on his head, Yoongi started to walk through the busy marketplace.

While he did feel weirdly out-of-place, he found that didn’t actually care as long as his cover wasn’t blown.

Three loud bangs on a drum and airy horns were suddenly heard, making him feel alive—Yoongi came at the same time they were playing the Daechwita [3].

Yoongi has always liked music. He liked to play, to listen, to sing and dance and rap. He liked it modern, classical, and traditional—and the Daechwita was one of his favorites. Perhaps it was the ties to his culture.

Intrigued, Yoongi went to watch the captivating performance.

“You really like music, don’t you?” A soft voice hummed next to him. “Obviously, right? A person wouldn’t smile that big while watching the Daechwita if they didn’t like music.”

He turned to see a girl, donned in a plain-looking blue and purple hanbok, tilting her head at him.

Yoongi blinked and turned to leave. “Hey, wait!”

The girl ran after him. “Hello!”

“Goodbye,”

“What’s your name?” The girl persisted, as Yoongi turned to another pathway, his hands in his pockets.

“None of your business.” Yoongi quipped, shooting the girl an irritated gaze.

“Sorry, I just found it really sweet that you were so happy, watching the Daechwita,” the girl continued. “While I do like music too, I really don’t listen to the Daechwita much.”

Yoongi sighed, deciding to humor the girl.

“You’re a commoner, what business do you have listening to the Daechwita?”

“You’re right, nothing!” She smiled.

“Right.”

Yoongi continued walking, vaguely aware of the footsteps following behind him.

“So, what’s your name?”

Yoongi glared at the happy girl, who only smiled back.

“If you refuse tell me, I will call you Daechwita until you do.”

Yoongi huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Listen, don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

The girl shrugged. “Not really. Besides, everybody in the country is busy these days.”

At this, Yoongi snapped into attention, turning to the girl to gather intel on his mission. “Why? What’s happening?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The girl snorted before shrugging. “The emperor of Baekje and his… ah… daughters have arrived. The gongju[4] is going to marry the emperor.”

“Emperor Yunki? A wedding?” Yoongi asked. That bastard is getting married?

“Yes.” The girl nodded, smiling.

“Have you seen the emperor yet?” Yoongi asked curiously, taking note of possible locations.

The girl slowly shook her head. “No, I’ve never seen him. I’m just a visitor.”

“From where?” Yoongi asked.

The girl gulped. “Baekje.”

“Ah,” Yoongi nodded. “What was your name again?”

“…Y/N?” The girl replied hesitantly.

So, this is Empress Y/N of Baekje, Yoongi noted before he shrugged. Didn’t know she was this annoying.

“Okay, then.”

He turned to leave.

“Wait, that’s it? That’s your response? To what I just told you?”

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, was I supposed to say anything else?”

The girl’s eyes lighted up. “No!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned to leave when the girl bounded up next to him.

“So, where are you from?”

Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh.

This was going to be a very long day.

LORE GUIDE:

[1] In the Joseon era, people told time via sundials and water clocks. As they did not follow the modern format of time yet, they based off of animals. The time of the pig means 9:00 – 11:00 PM.

[2] Based off of the Final Fantasy 7 remake, Whispers were entities that were meant to keep destiny in line. They appear at instances where destiny could possibly change course and make sure that whatever needs to happen, happens. However, this can be broken as Cloud and his team destroys all entities and changes the past, present and future—altering the timeline and creating a new one.

[3] Daechwita is a genre of Korean tradition music played with snares and woodwind instruments. This is usually performed during marching or when the king is out.

[4] Ongju and Gongju are both princesses. Gongju, however is the daughter of the king and queen—a crown princess. An ongju is the daughter of the king and a consort.

For other questions DM me,,,, also i just really want people to talk to u

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No Words - Interlude ii-

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Mention of racism/ racist situation. 

A/N - It’s building up, please bear with this bit of backstory. I’m giving you a chance to refill your Namjesus juice. Cause the rest of the interlude is sex, pining, and just ...why are some folk so scared when it comes to love? An age-old question with no answer -.-

Words:  2073

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1 year ago.

“I don’t know if I can keep this up.” Tasha moaned as they filed into the dorm. A scattered sound of backpacks, shoes, and coats filled a thick silence. They were one year into a grueling schedule of hands-on work along with a heavy course load. Tasha’s pillow-muffled grunts were an everyday occurrence. The same thing - every day. They went out for language study, then to shadow the technical crew, and then hours at cafes guzzling coffee.

She could tell there were bags under her eyes. Tasha flopped like a fish on the couch. Her brows rose as the other woman moaned her displeasure. “I can’t take it?! I want to go out! We should go out, damnit!”

Tasha already saw the reluctance forming on her face. “No, no! Listen here!” She bumbled off the couch at her recoil. “No, come on! Please, I’m dying! We haven’t done anything besides work. We have to take a breather.” Tasha grabbed her hands as she grimaced.

“Aish,” Tasha smirked. She dropped her head. “You’re not gonna let this go are you?” Tasha shook her head vigorously with a pout. “Tsk, fine.” The other woman shot up with a twirl.

“You loovvvee me.” A sing-song tease as Tasha twirled down the hall toward her room. “And now I’m not going to be a liar, either.”

“Wait, what?” She turned toward the hallway.

“Well, the gang is getting together for post-production celebration.” She narrowed her eyes as Tasha continued. “..you never seem to be interested. So I told them I’d get you to come out tonight.”

“Seriously?” The edge of irritation was impossible to hide.

“Woman, I get you want to be the best - but you need to take a moment to enjoy yourself. We’re building a blueprint here! It does no good to you, or anybody, if you burn the fuck out.” Tasha came half-stomping back to the front room. Her hands were tucked into her hips with a stern set to her face. “I mean it. We have this opportunity to get immersed in everything. If you drag me to another museum I’m going to riot.”

Maybe Tasha had a point. She had been mainly interested in the informational portion of their trip. Museums, lectures, visiting heritage sites - taking photos of seemingly mundane things. She wanted a simple experience, there was nothing wrong with that. But, even back in the states? She wasn’t much for nightlife. Even after BTS music show wrap gatherings? She could be found off to the side buried in a book. Sometimes pouring over note cards and notebooks. It was fascinating the cinematographic techniques were completely different from the states. It was more aesthetically pleasing, the quality of the music shows could bring some fresh air to videos in the states.

She came off as a bit of a lone wolf, and that wasn’t exactly her intention. Tasha would disturb her studies to drag her to tables full of meat, smoke, and laughter. She was happy to listen to horror stories and near misses. It was almost becoming tolerable to be near the boys on an almost constant basis.

Almost.

Tasha was eating it up, especially when they had the place to themselves. There would be peals of laughter as folk tumbled from chairs. Ah, the soju flow was heavy. She didn’t mind pouring for them or manning the grill when people got too far gone. There were always moments in karaoke, jokes, and games.

She decided to indulge a bit still trying to figure out the right soju combination. The regular soju was smooth, different brands tended to be harsher than others. It wasn’t until out with the full crew that Taehyung offered a fruity brand. She went through the whole range before landing on Peach. She always cut her alcohol with something and it just so happened that cider matched perfectly.

For her, anyway. It was a ‘carbonation thing’ - that was always her response. They were having a great time, honestly. You could even say she let her hair down a bit. And she kept it up, for a good moment, she blossomed socially. Tasha was an absolute extrovert to start - she had no problem suggesting risky and risque games to liven up the place.

There was a time when those games wound up a little too dangerous for her liking. Spin the bottle and Truth or Dare. Harmless, right? This combination with overworked, tipsy co-workers? Not so much. Liquor makes you honest, the saying goes.

There was a time when those games wound up a little too dangerous for her liking. Spin the bottle and Truth or Dare. Harmless, right? This combination with overworked, tipsy co-workers? Not so much. Liquor makes you honest, the saying goes.

Some people got extremely honest that night.

Now, it was no secret that they were apart of the handful of females that made the cut for the program. But they were the only African-American females. It was interesting the stares they received when they were seen backstage manning the boards, or even carrying equipment. It was something they were used to, and it didn’t bother them.

They considered themselves open to any and all questioning, again - in a new place? You learn things about yourself. And it’s only fair that you let others learn you as well. Right?

So, when a particularly soju soaked night of bullshitting turned into something a bit more raw and personal?

“Oh, come on! Is it really that big a deal?” One of her classmates quipped. There was an uncomfortable air surrounding the table. “I mean, it’s like kindergarten antics, you know?” Dean was your playbook styled …individual. She wouldn’t bother to call him a man because he didn’t act like one.

The Truth or Dare was stuttered when he asked a question that only the two women of color could answer. Tasha was actually settled on the lap of a TD she’d gotten close with, Minjae. They all received training on sensitive things while touring in the states. Current issues that plagued the US so they could stay aware of possible questions or situations the boys could find themselves in.

Tasha tried to lighten the mood waving her hand, “Look, it’s just safe to ask, Dean. I don’t think you’d want some strange person coming to feel you up without your permission.” This softly as Minjae gently shook his head at her, as if to signal her to switch topics.

Dean sighed, turning to a couple of the other classmates, trying to find some validation. They sort of shrugged, but read the room and didn’t bother to indulge him. It wasn’t until he turned to her with that lopsided grin. “I mean, look at you! I always thought you had contacts in. Imagine when we found that was your real eye color!” He barked a laugh, a few of the ‘we’ laughed with him.

“I mean, you’re beautiful for a bl-” There was a female next to him named Allison. She watched with her mouth agape as he continued. Before he finished that statement? She elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t you fucking dare finish that statement, Dean!” He buckled with a sharp inhale. He looked confused as he measured the looks of disapproval.

Embarrassment.

Before she dared to open her mouth and let every obscenity fly, they all turned to their supervisors. The head PD crossed his arms across his chest, matching the red-faced anger of his colleagues. “This was a mistake.” She stood up hastily grabbing her bag and her notebook. Tasha tried to untangle herself from the bench seating but wasn’t fast enough. She escaped into the night gulping down the winter air. Ah, it was so mild. She was used to the painful cold Midwest winters, and she missed it.

Damn, she really missed it. She’d been doing so well! She managed to stave off the homesickness, determined to find a niche. But now? Now she craved a familiarity, a comfort that she hadn’t found? She wasn’t really looking for it, honestly. She’d heard the rumors, done the research, and seen all the YouTube videos. There was a deep groan bubbling in her chest; the heel of her palm digging into her eye sockets.

Deep breaths slowed her rapid heart, snow fell soft and slow on her face. She could almost picture something like home. But a voice interrupted her meditation.

“A-are you ok, Noona?” A deep voice quietly rumbled behind her.

Her brow furrowed as she turned around. “V-ssi, why are you here?” She managed to not cry, thankfully. Her hands tucked under her arms as the cold registered. “Don’t get sick on my behalf,” She managed a slight smile. His breath hitched a fraction before he lowered his gaze. “Ah, don’t worry about me.” That boxy smile plastered on his face as he looked at her again.

“You could come back in, you know?” He bit into his bottom lip. A subtle brow ticking upward as he extended his hand. She got ready to open her mouth. He could see the reasons forming behind her gaze. “Don’t worry about him, noona.”

“I think I should just go. I don’t want people worrying about me.” She stared at his hand before her eyes slid to the side. “You should ju-” He interrupted her again.

“You read a lot, don’t you, Noona?” She furrowed her brow at his question.

“Y-yea, but what does th-,” He didn’t give her time to ponder the reasoning as he answered her.

“I read too. There is a philosopher, Marcus Aurelius he was a Roman Emperor.” He seemed to ramble, his hand still extended, licking his lips. “He said, The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.” She sighed tilting her head back. “He’s a coward. I don’t think you’re a coward.” She turned to the extended hand suddenly covered in snow.

“Tsk,” She moved the snow from his hand as she took it. “..fine.” That boxy smile lit up the night as he turned to tug her back inside. Jeongguk came barreling outside his expression lightened as he saw Taehyung dragging her back with him. “A-ah! Yes, we’re getting ready to play more games.”

She groaned as the maknae continued, “That asshole was sent home.” He turned Tae with a nod, as she titled her head.

“Oh, they sent him back to the dorm.”

“No, they sent him home.” Jeongguk continued as Tae slowed up. “As in he’s done here.” The veins in Jeongguk’s forearms seemed to pulsate as he crossed them.

“Oh, shit.” She gasped. “I didn’t want him to lose the opportunity.” She sounded remorseful, Tae and Gguk, on the other hand, were mystified by her response.

“You’re kidding right, noona?” Jeongguk tilted his head to Tae confused. Taehyung only sighed, “No, she’s not kidding, Gguk-ah.” They both made their irritation known.

“Look, people are - how they are? Ok. It’s something I’ve dealt with all my life. It’s just..”

“Wrong,” Taehyung spoke between clenched teeth. There was something slightly imposing when they stood together. “It’s wrong, and there’s no place for it around us. You know we have an international fan base. Our music crosses so many boundaries!” Taehyung threw up a hand as Jeongguk seemed to tap in and finish the statement.

“…races, religions, sex, all of it. We don’t care about that. We want people to feel like we aren’t just musicians. We are a family; a community even.” Jeongguk’s tone was firm and full of conviction. “If we can have people around the globe connect with us through our music? Why would we not connect to their issues if we could?”

She looked between the two of them, dumbfounded. Had she ever wondered? Pondered their stance on the world around them? She blinked rapidly unable to find anything wrong with their words.

She wasn’t a coward. This wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. Taehyung and Jeongguk extended a hand to her. The boxy-bunny smile combination was dangerous, damnit.

“Oh my god, fine. Fine. You’re right. Let’s go.” She took both of their hands and they pulled her back into the restaurant. It seemed brighter somehow. New food was cooking. the staff was all seated around massive grilling tables.

The drinks and laughter flowed, they sat with their supervisors who quickly got tipsy so they could let loose.

[kittae]

Sleepy, Needy, Greedy (M)

⤞ When a simple case of morning wood proves to be much more difficult to get rid of than anticipated!

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Genre: just plain smut, you have been warned!

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: rated M, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: okay wow this took me FOREVER to finish but here it is, at last! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it ;)

5am had already passed, the first rays of sunlight shyly started to beam through your window and the soft swell in the thin and transparant curtains. They danced on your floor and sheets, occasionally throwing a soft gleam on your face. But that wasn’t the reason your eyes slowly started fluttering open, gently pulling you out of your deep slumber and getting used to the blurry sight of your bedroom.

No, the reason why you'd slipped out of your dream was because you felt like you had tumbled into another one. Soft lips ghosting over your ear and neck, gentle fingers squeezing into your hip and brushing over your waist, but most of all, something very distinct and hard digging into your lower back. That could only mean one thing.

“Jackson…” you faintly croaked out, your voice still heavy with sleep and balancing on the edge between a whimper and a whine.

You felt that same pair of lips turning to peck soft kisses on your neck, nipping at the small spot beneath your ear before the tip of a nose soothed the slight red mark they left behind, your head automatically tilting towards the opposite side to grant them better access as you quietly mewled at the entrancing feeling, a ticklish sensation stirring in your stomach and goosebumps scattering all over your skin.

“You smell so good…” a voice you knew like the back of your hand, laced with want and undeniable adoration in an airy moan, sounded from behind you, muffled into the nape of your neck as two strong arms pulled you closer in a tight embrace with your back against a hot, broad chest.

A spark of excitement briefly shot through your still benumbed body at the sound, aiming straight south and making you shiver lightly, taking you aback when all you could do was gasp as those very lips found the sensitive area beneath your ear again, the gentle kiss swiftly growing harsher when they started sucking until hues of red and purple shallowly surfaced.

You accepted the lightheadedness, not sure if you were still just half asleep or getting really affected by your boyfriend’s soft lips working their way around your tingling skin.

“Mmm…So early…” you murmured as a way of scolding him for waking you up so early in the morning, but quite sure it missed its effect by the way your voice gave away the obvious pleasure you were getting out of his ministrations.

You felt him smile against your neck as his hand moved from your waist to descend further south until it was squeezed inbetween your legs and his fingers started kneading the inside of your naked thigh, softly pinching your flesh and making you jerk up in suprise.

“Sorry, baby…Morning wood has no curfew,” he emphasized his neediness by lightly grinding his hips against your ass, a soft groan escaping his lips when his bulging erection touched your soft buttcheecks, biting his bottom lip as he squeezed your thigh once more, “So fucking hard, baby…”

You were heating up, the temperature rising at a ridiculously fast rate when his hand slid further up your inner thigh until it was resting against your hot center, his fingers brushing over the thin fabric of your panties every time he massaged your flesh as it sent sparks of electricity through your entire core. He certainly made it hard to ignore him and go back to sleep.

“So fucking sleepy, baby,” you echoed, playfully pushing your ass back against his crotch and hearing him groan in your ear in response, a smile appearing on your lips.

He whined pitifully, feeling him pout against your cheek as he cupped your heat with his hand in an attempt to win you over, persuading you with gentle kisses on your jaw.

“You don’t have to do anything, i promise…Just spread your legs a little? Please? I’ll do all the work...” he started bargaining, the desperation in his voice slightly rising, his arousal straining against your ass and through his sweatpants while he tried his best not to furiously dryhump you and the tips of his fingers drew mindless patterns into the fabric that kept his skin from touching yours.

Trying really hard not to let a moan slip from your lips, you tightly pressed them together in a smile before steadying your voice, "What are you offering?"

Despite your hard-to-get attitude, you couldn’t deny how you felt yourself starting to throb between your legs, your panties already damp from just a bit of friction and his needy words, his heavy breathing against your skin. When you hissed in pleasure as he ran a single finger over your clothed slit, having you melt into his touch, you knew he knew it too.

“Everything,” he answered simply, the huskiness in his deep morning voice translating into a delicious shiver surging down your spine and straight to your core. Great, another language he proved to be fluent in.

You bit your lip so you wouldn’t full out grin from ear to ear like some kind of idiot, but angled your body further into his regardless. He wasn’t lying in any case, he was so hard it made your mouth water and your throat dry all the same. His erection felt like a solid rock, making it impossible to think about anything else than having it buried deep inside of you and how good he could make you feel with it. You'd just wanted to sleep in on a sunday morning, but all hopes of going back to sleep were pretty much thrown out of the window by now.

“I’m gonna need some deets, boy,” your voice airy as you sighed the words out, rocking your hips back once more to get the desired effect of a low groan from the back of his throat, before he lightly chuckled and caged you inside his tight embrace, the movements of his hips growing bolder at your playfulness.

“Look at you, just barely awake and already trying to get some dirty talk out of your poor, innocent boyfriend…Aren't you a naughty girl?”

“How can you call yourself innocent with your hand squeezed inbetween my legs and your dick grinding against my ass?” you retorted, though you couldn’t hide the smile in your voice.

“Look, i tried to have a civilized conversation with it, but it proved to be very persistent,” he sighed out as if he was a man at the end of his rope.

“Oh, is that right? Persistent, huh?”

“Yeah…Maybe you can talk to it, it might listen to you.”

You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation at barely six in the morning, but then again, with Jackson as your significant other, did you really expect anything else? It took every little ounce of your strength not to just burst out in laughter.

“I don’t know, baby, it’s being pretty rude right now…”

“I know, right? No manners at all, you should really teach it a lesson,” his voice still flirty but strained as he added some force to his words by grinding his hips extra hard, a moan tumbling from his lips before he could help himself.

Your soft giggles quickly got silenced when you gasped as your boyfriend’s hand finally snaked into your thin underwear, his fingers gently pinching your naked clit and nearly having you moan out in pleasure, but you wouldn’t give yourself away that easily. Not yet.

You tried to play the game a bit longer, even though his digits circling your sensitive nub got you melting into the mattress, your breathing stealthily getting shallower by the second as you chuckled, ‘And how would i go about doing that?’

“You’re always so good with your mouth, i’m sure you’ll come up with something to catch its attention…” he quipped, awfully pleased with himself.

That little shit.

“Well…It already looks like it’s at full attention to me,” you wanted to laugh but the heat building up in the pit of your stomach keeping you from doing so, overthrowing anything other than the pleasure surging through your body, small and stifled whimpers pushed back in your throat and aching to be heard.

“If you’re gonna be mouthy like that, at least let me benefit from it.”

“Maybe you should stop talking about your dick and start using it.”

He chuckled into your ear, a slightly sharper pinch around your clit coaxing a high pitched yelp out of you, your hips rocking back to escape his fingers that caused a short but intense electric shock to surge through your nerves.

Peppering kisses along your neck again, he whispered, “What if i do both?”

“Even better.”

The words hadn't even passed your curled up lips and his fingers were already hooked around the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down. You'd think he was teasing you if you didn't know any better. He was too hot-headed, too eager. And you loved every tiny bit of it.

“Love your thighs so much, baby...Wanna feel them squeeze around me,” he murmured through lazy pecks on your neck, his other hand slipping underneath your top to cup your breast, feeling him snuggle even closer against you to envelop himself inside your warmth. Your skin was radiating heat, even more so when he kept caressing you like this.

“Use them,” Your breathing got heavier with every roll of his fingers around your stiffened nipple, every gentle stroke over your bare sex as your soaked through underwear hung loosely around your thighs, pressing them together tightly as you desperately sought some much needed friction, “Jackson, please...”

He wasted no time tearing the nightstand drawer open to hastily fumble around and find the small bottle of lube inside, squirting a generous amount into his hands he frantically rubbed together to make sure it wasn't too cold before he curled them around his throbbing shaft, hissing at the sensitivity when he carefully spread the liquid around his skin to make it nice and slick.

“Fuck, it's been a while since we've done this...” he choked out when he tried to calm his body down so he wouldn't blow his load right then and there, just from sheer excitement.

You could feel your heart pound in your throat when he positioned himself back behind you, one hand curling around your thigh and slightly raising it while the other came from the opposite side to find its way back to your dripping heat. You felt something hard and wet sliding inbetween your thighs and you automatically flexed them, successfully creating a delicious tightness around his girth that had him tensing up against you in response, his fingers toying with your little nub as he tried to adjust to all kinds of enticing sensations surging through his body.

“So tight...Oh god...” you felt him pant into the nape of your neck, a sheen of sweat already coating his forehead and dampening the strands of hair that sticked to his hot skin.

He slowly started thrusting, the large amount of lubrication making it very easy for him to slide back and forth as your thighs enveloped his length in all the best ways and your wet folds brushed over it, adding more delicious friction than he could possibly handle. As he religiously kept stimulating your clit, you felt the tension build in your stomach as well, your arousal trickling down and directly coating his dick in your juices as it brushed through your lower lips.

The movements of his fingers went frenetic on your by now overly sensitive bundle of nerves, the pressure on the perfect spots and the speed having stars explode behind your eyelids while your mind went blank as he snapped his hips back and forth. Countless whimpers and whines tumbled from his lips while his fingers around your thigh dug into your flesh when he neared his release, fingernails leaving crescents behind on your skin, but it only heightened the pleasure you already received from hearing your man getting himself off between your thighs and his hand doing wondrous things to your little nub.

“C-close!” he breathed heavily against your skin, lightly biting your shoulder as he desperately tried to keep his moans to a limit but failed terribly, and his hips picked up speed until skin slapping on skin subdued all other sounds in the room, the fire that was climbing up from your core to your stomach blazing hot as you heard him pant wildly, chasing his much needed climax with all the energy he could muster.

“Not-not yet, Jackson! Wait!” you begged him when you could feel the muscles in your thigh starting to get sore from keeping them tight, but the heat building up in the pit of your stomach drew out the discomfort as you equally as desperately sought your own release that was looming around the corner, your toes already curling and your back arching. You could easily come with him if he'd hold on for just a few more seconds-

“I c-can't! I'm coming, i'm so- i'm sor-” he gasped and shuddered when his thrusts slowed down and his grip around your thigh tightened almost painfully when he couldn't hold back any longer, spurting load after load of his hot release all over your thighs and the sheets and his hand as he let out a strained groan, “Fuck!”

You were breathing superficially, the pheromones still running through your body at full speed and your arousal still dripping from your now neglected slit. But not for long.

With his head still spinning from the explosive orgasm and the blood rapidly rushing back up, he shifted behind you to lay you on your back, get on top of you and start kissing your neck again, his chest also still heaving violently to catch his breath while he did.

“Jackson, you should- y-you should rest for a sec, you're-” you stuttered inbetween gasps and mewls when he ignored your words and continued his mouth's journey down your body, stopping to nip at your perky nipples to lave his tongue around them before going further south.

He massaged the insides of your thighs again, knowing how straining it must've been to keep them flexed for him the whole time and trying to soothe your sore muscles before kissing his way up there as well, only positioning them on top of his shoulders when he'd reached the place you needed his mouth the most right now. The way his eyes gazed up at you from underneath had you momentarily forgetting what breathing was, a fiery blush spreading across your cheeks when you saw the look in his eyes darken and making you salivate.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, letting his eyes flutter closed as his lips softly ghosted over your soaking center before snapping them back up to watch you purse your lips together in anticipation, your hands gripping the sheets beside you to try and release some of the tension building up inside your body until he added a greasy wink when he whispered, “Relax for me, baby...Let me take care of you now.”

He dove right in, wasting no time on teasing while your body was still running on your previous build-up he was determined to make use of. The fire that had slowly started to sizzle out flared back up the moment his lips molded themselves into your lower ones, his tongue curling around your little nub where his fingers previously had rubbed so vigorously. He didn't start slow and delicate like he normally does, as he was determined to pick up where he'd left off to make you come as fast and as hard as possible.

It certainly helped that he knew all the right buttons to push, having spent countless hours between your legs to explore everything you did and didn't like. The way he knew which specific spot to put pressure on with his tongue, which particular angle he should curl his fingers up inside of you and how the combination of both could make you fall apart underneath him in mere seconds. And it looked like he was about to succeed yet again.

“Oh, fuck! Jackson!” you couldn't help but loudly squeak out when two of his fingers easily slid between your folds to prod at your sweet spot right away, your hands flying into his hair to tightly grip onto it. He sure wasn't beating around the bush this time.

He moaned against your core, the delightful shots of slight pain shooting through his scalp only motivating him further as he felt himself getting hard all over again. His fingers kept a steady rhythm while they massaged your inner walls, hitting all the right places without missing a beat while his tongue slaved away to keep stimulating your hypersensitive clit. You sure weren't going to last long either this time.

A string of moans and curses cascaded from your lips when you couldn't help but grind yourself against his mouth, your hips desperately chasing your release as you tugged on his hair even harder the closer you got, which did not go unnoticed.

There was a brief second you didn't know what was going on when you got lifted up in the air for a second, until you saw your boyfriend's face peeking out from between your legs underneath  you, but this time he was the one lying on his back.

“Ride my face, baby, hurry,” he panted before pulling you down by your hips until your nub sat snugly on his mouth so he could start sucking again.

His tongue focused on tantalizing your poor clit that could barely keep up with the never ending supply of electrifying sensations, every nerve in your body feeling like they were getting fried with pleasure and you didn't know whether you wanted to pull away in oversensitivity or violently ride his face until you exploded.

Your body chose for you when your hips rolled over his face,the cue for Jackson to keep his tongue flat for you to use it as you pleased as you angled your body to control the right pressure at the right places. You grabbed onto his hair once more, knowing the effect it has on him and sure enough, his fingers dug into your hips so hard you were positive they'd leave bruises soon. You loved how you could rile him up so far he couldn't control himself, and vice versa.

“Jackson, i'm- i'm so c-close!” you whimpered helplessly, grinding your clit against his tongue even harder to make this ridiculous tension that had built into the pit of your stomach finally snap as he helped you by moaning with you, sending vibrations to surge through your nerves as well until your eyelids fluttered closed as you held your breath. Your head was thrown back and your back arched when your hips stopped grinding back and forth while the heat rapidly shot through your trembling body, up to your cheeks, burning hot and red as your mouth fell open in a strangled cry.

He dutifully helped you riding out your intense orgasm by slowly, softly licking you through it and having you shudder in overstimulation. He hummed at your taste, one he couldn't get enough of and that was so deliciously, distinctively you.

You pulled away after an undefined period of pure bliss, right when the pleasure started to turn almost painful, and shuffled back down to let your utterly relaxed and temporarily exhausted body rest on top of him.

“I'm so sweaty,” he chuckled into your hair before placing a kiss on the crest of your head and joining you in catching your breath.

“Me too,” you smiled, still basking in afterglow as he caressed your back, his fingertips gently brushing over your damp skin.

“Let's get cleaned up?” he proposed, playfully pinching your shoulder and making you jerk up in surprise, giggling. until you noticed something hard poking on the inside of your thigh again.

“You mean 'how about round two in the shower?', don't you?” you retorted, watching him through slitted eyes in suspicion and making him dramatically gasp in indignation.

“Well, i would never! But now you mention it...”

You rolled your eyes at his feigned innocence once again, but you couldn't deny it was one of the very reasons you loved him so much.

“You're so greedy!” you chuckled as you ruffled his already tousled hair, him smiling up at you while wrapping his arms around your body, slowly pushing up the Tshirt you were still wearing.

“Nah...Just really needy...” he added softly while pulling you into a compelling kiss, his fingers still playing with the hem of your shirt when his lips touched yours, the taste of your release still slightly lingering on the pink skin when he slipped his tongue past yours.

It was almost embarrassing how easily he could ignite a spark in your chest as well as between your legs, even after you'd only just had an explosive orgasm. His need started to rub off on you and you found yourself wanting more just as much as he did. Especially with how perfectly his lips fit on yours while your tongues wrapped themselves around eachother and your hands started groping any part of your bodies they could find.

Small whines and whimpers started rolling off both your entangled tongues once again, and Jackson couldn't wait any longer to grab you by the back of your thighs and sit up, having you wrap your legs around his waist before he carried you to the bathroom, you lips never losing contact as you continued to devour eachother.

He carefully sat you down on the countertop, briefly disconnecting your lips to pull the shirt over your head before hungrily seeking your kisses again. As you got back down on your feet, you both shuffled your way into the shower cabine, still refusing to let go of each other's lips until the hot water was streaming down your naked bodies.

Jackson was the first one to hesitantly pull away, gently backing you against the cold tiles of the wall. The frigid stones against your back felt nice in contrast with your burning body, the way he looked at you with so much adoration and lust in his eyes making it harder to breathe, especially when he cupped your face in his hands so you'd be focused on his piercing gaze, wet strands of hair randomly sticking out in every direction after he'd roughly brushed it back.

“I love you so fucking much,” he said slowly, but resolute. No hint of playfulness or jokes to be found in the dark chocolate of his eyes, only pure determination. He didn't just want you to know, he wanted you to feel it.

You were just about ready to melt into a puddle, but managed to whisper out that you loved him too before his lips crashed on yours again. Your hands slid up and down his toned torso, your fingers feeling up his defined pecs and down to his abs, where you stopped to play with the happy trail that ran right above his newly revived erection. You didn't hesitate to wrap your hand around the base, slowly curling your fingers around his slick skin and running your thumb over his leaking head. He sharply sucked in a gasp at your bold action, hanging his head down and seeking support by placing his hand next to your head on the wall and resting his forehead against your own as he steadied his breathing when you quickened your pace around his length.

“Babe, slow down,”' he chuckled inbetween gasps and adorable whimpers as he screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to somehow process all those overwhelmingly pleasurable sparks surging through his nerves better, 'I'm going crazy here!'

You couldn't take your eyes off of the way his eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings, the way his jaw slacked when his lips fell open into silent, or not so silent, moans, how radiant his golden skin was and how utterly ethereal he looked with droplets gathering at the ends of his dark hair and streaming down his cheeks and lips. He was so handsome you could cry.

“Jackson...” you breathed, your hand letting him go to wrap your arms around his waist and pull him closer until you were skin on skin, your lips brushing over his neck, “I need you.”

He certainly didn't need to be told twice. The moment the words left your lips, your leg was hoisted up on his hip and his tip was positioned at your center before he slowly started to push further, letting your tight walls suck him in inch by inch as he clenched his teeth together in restraint so he wouldn't plunge himself balls deep in one well-aimed thrust.

The angle wasn't ideal, but you couldn't care about that when you felt how he filled you up so good as he was sheathed so perfectly inside of you.

“F-fuck, baby...”, he whimpered and pulled you closer to him as he waited for you to adjust to his size so he could start moving.

You needed a few deep breaths before you nodded, giving him the signal it was okay to continue. He started off with slow and leisure movements, gently swaying his hips back and forth a little, and gradually picking up speed when you started moaning until he was driving himself into you at a frantic speed, your leg getting pulled up higher and higher as he kept thrusting deeper until your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. He brought his hand between your bodies to find your little bundle of nerves back, letting it roll between two of his fingers and making you cry out when it added just what you needed on top of the blissful feeling of his length thrusting up into you and stretching your walls.

“D-don't stop, Jackson, i'm- i'm gonna-!” you moaned desperately, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as the tight knot in the pit of your stomach threatened to snap at any given moment as you felt the heat consume every fiber in your body.

“It's okay, baby, l-let it go!” he encouraged you, peppering your face with hot kisses and with a last pinch around your clit, had you coming undone in his hands.

He held you tightly as he kissed you while you were falling apart, your limbs might as well have been pudding when he kept rubbing your little nub until you properly rode it out, your whimpers and cries muffled by his lips when he eagerly swallowed down the sinful sounds that rolled of yours.

Picking you up before letting himself slide down the wall, he sat himself down to have you sit in his lap, allowing you to transform into a sac of potatoes as you caught your breath in his arms, pecking soothing kisses on your face and shoulder until you'd come down from your second high that morning.

“You're so exhausting,” you whined, but couldn't suppress the grin spreading across your face in happiness and satisfaction.

“Yeah, i've heard that before,” he laughed before attacking your lips with his once more in a quick peck.

“I'm the only one who finished, though,” you remarked, feeling how he was still hard underneath you and already reaching for it again, “Let me -”

“Shhh, easy, tiger,” a finger on your lips silencing you before you could utter another word, 'We have the whole day ahead of us. It's not even eight yet!'

You watched him wiggle his eyebrows in that suggestive manner and realized to both your horror and delight it was indeed only early in the morning, and by the way he looked at you, you knew he had a whole lot more in store for you.

“It's gonna be one of those days again, isn't it?” you sighed dramatically, but the corner of your lips curled up nevertheless.

“You bet your gorgeous, sweet ass it will!” he quipped, adding a playful spank on one of your buttcheeks to emphasize his words, 'Now, let's get cleaned up for real this time so we can have breakfast.'

“Cheater, you’ve already had breakfast,” you winked suggestively.

“It's okay, it was organic.”

[mipokki-blog]

ON YOI FAN HATE AND PREJUDICE

I am completely confused by all the hate towards Yuri On Ice fans that I have seen on polls and forums? I’ve seen it against many other anime/manga and I feel like I’ve slowly been building up a burning in my soul over the years to speak out against the misplaced hate people have against one another brought about purely because of a difference in their interests. Like I understand if you like other anime/manga more or you're not into the genre and you're allowed to have an opinion but can you not bunch us all into a group of batshit crazy BL/Yaoi loving fujoshis like wtf?? And while you may or may not have watched the whole thing did you even try to analyse any of it?? Just because you watched it, doesn’t mean you fully understand it (this can be applied to almost any anime/manga by the way and is also the reason why I loathe the braindead pile of detritus that is the youtube comments section.) Anyone who says that YOI is popular merely because it has a male on male relationship needs to learn a thing or two before they leave school.

This is about to get a bit personal, a lot ranty and really long so I’m just gonna cut this here.

While I myself have nothing against LGBT relationships I actually generally avoid BL and Yaoi anime/manga because most of them actually make me feel slightly uncomfortable as I was raised by my Christian father who is homophobic and has taught me since childhood that LGBT people are “misguided” which is his slimy way of trying to say that their existence is wrong and they should change themselves to fit to his Bible standards (don’t get me wrong I love my father but sometimes I feel like he’s the one that’s “misguided”), not that I actually believe in any of his preachings now that I’ve grown up and seen the world for myself but I feel like its been so deeply ingrained into me by my father that I unconsciously feel a slight aversion to witnessing acts of intimacy between LGBT couples (which is really sad I know OK I hope none of our children have to deal with this in the future and I certainly wont teach it to my own children.) Even then I still really enjoyed YOI because to me it did not feel like a BL anime, (and please note that this is entirely my own interpretation of the anime that others may not agree with) it felt like it was purely a relationship between two people, not two men or two women or a man and a woman but plainly and simply two human beings without a gender distinction between them. IMO YOI did its best to blur the lines between gender and relationship labels and if you haven’t done your homework yet you can go through any number of other peoples analytical YOI posts to find information on this since I’m far too lacking in sleep atm to elaborate. The intricacies of Yuuri and Victors relationship was the main reason I really enjoyed YOI, the reason I loved it most was because the portrayal of their relationship was far more realistic in comparison to many of the other relationships I've seen in any other anime or manga, it felt entirely novel to me and it also had completely and utterly nothing to do with the characters genders. My eyes are getting far too heavy for me to even coherently think now so I’m going to have to end the rant here and go to sleep before this becomes a jumbled mess of inconsistencies. On that note please, please think the next time you decide to mindlessly label a fanbase or any group of people or singular person with their own interests/ideals or anything similar and try to instead look directly at what they are saying or doing and without letting your preconceived notions dominate you and immediately responding with a negative quip or action against them and attempt to understand why they are saying/doing said thing regardless of whether or not they themselves seem to be prejudiced or biased in your own eyes because everyone has their own circumstances even if you yourself do not understand them. Behind every youtube, twitter, tumblr and instagram profile there is another human being behind the screen with their own thoughts and emotions (excluding bots but you get what I mean.) and this needs to be something that people remember every now and again.  I highly commend any human being who already lives with an understanding of this.