#Tries not to let the dirty thoughts take over when Johnny stays after class and lazes around him and his desk like a careful cat

[zappedbyzabka]

[jaehyunnie77]

Crave

summary: All the sexual tension leads up to one house party with none other than your best friend Jaehyun.

pairing: jaehyun x f. reader (featuring johnny and mark)

genre: college au; f2l!, smut, humor, fluff

warnings: alcohol, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, oral recieving (both), overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids)

word count: 3.5k

taglist: @jaehyunfirstlove thank you for encouraging me <3

a/n: I wrote this for fun one night haha I tried my best since this is my first time writing a smut and fic. I hope you enjoy this as much as I had writing it <3

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“Hurry up y/n! By the time we get there all the booze will be gone and I won’t get to see Johnny!” your best friend yelled from the living room. “You always see Johnny” you yelled back from the bathroom. “Not the point! I’m trying to get some dick!” You could only roll your eyes and chuckle. “Give me a second. I’m almost done!” If you were being honest, you didn’t want to go to the house party your friends Mark and Johnny were throwing. 

The two guys and your best friend have all been pointing out reasons to go out, especially after your break up with your ex boyfriend. “Y/n, you need to have some fun and live a little. You can’t stay cooped up in your room or in the library forever. That’ll just make you more weirder.” Mark said one afternoon. “Yeah, and you have nice clothes y/n! They need to see light!” your best friend chimed in. You knew there was no point in trying to argue your point, so here you are, on a Saturday night, getting dressed in what feels like forever, to go to a house party. 

You leaned over the sink to put on your lipgloss and do a glance over of your makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror. After weeks of wearing nothing but baggy shirts, sweats, and no effort in doing hair and makeup, you hardly recognize yourself. In replacement, you are wearing tight black jeans that hugs your waist and a red crop top along with black heels. You definetly didn’t recognize yourself. As you made sure everything was to your liking, you headed outside to the living room where your best friend stood. 

“About damn -” she gasped and you instantly felt panicked rushing through your body. 

“What? Is it too much? You know what I’m just going to change.” you said already turning back. 

“No! You look hot as fuck! If I wasn’t chasing after Johnny’s dick, I would be making moves on you.” you both laughed. 

“It’s not too much though? I haven’t gone out since -”

“No, here is what we are not going to do. We are not going to talk about that sore loser of an ex of yours tonight, tomorrow, or any other night because tonight you are going to find someone and get laid!” You couldn’t help but groan out loud. “Trust me y/n. You deserve a night out to have fun and just be you again. You look beautiful.” She gave you a cheeky smile. Before you could say anything, she was pushing you through the door. 

By the time you arrived 10 minutes later to the party, you were honestly speechless. Sure you’ve been to other parties before the boys threw, but nothing compared to tonight. What was supposed to be the front lawn was full of people and even the balcony was people. It looked like the entire school was here partying. Once you found the front door, more people crowded the entire house with bodies against one another, red cups and bottle of beers on every surface, and smoke in the air. Without wasting any time, you both walked toward the kitchen to get yourselves situated. 

As you were about to grab a drink, you were greeted with hugs and yells from Johnny, Mark, Yuta, and your best friend Jaehyun. “About damn time you two got here! We were wondering who kidnapped your sexy asses.” Johnny said, already tipsy. He gave you a one sided hug as his eyes roamed all over your best friend. 

“Oh yeah, what would you have done if my sexy ass was kidnapped?” your best friend flirted back. You couldn’t help but fake vomit as you see your two closest friends flirting in front of you. 

“If you guys are going to flirt and fuck, please don’t do it around me.” you fake  gagged making everyone laugh.

You were then handed a shot glass and when you looked at the owner of the hand, you find yourself smiling widely at Jaehyun as his arm wrapped around your waist giving you a one sided hug. He gives you his infamous smile and dimples as he pulls you close and whispers in your ear, “You look beautiful.” At this point you forget how to breathe because the smell of his cologne and the way he makes you feel becomes all suffocating. 

You and Jaehyun first met in your first year of college in one of your shared classes. At first it was small talk, asking questions if either of you written down notes from the last class, to studying together at the library to coffee runs and making movie nights at one another dorms. Within a short span of time, you two were inseperable and becoming the best of friends.

Sure you have found him extremely attractive, but you knew better than to let your emotions get the best of you. Plus, you were dating your ex, while he had flings here and there. You knew there was never a chance for you both to be more than friends. Or so you thought. 

With your last relationship, Jaehyun had helped you through your break up and made sure to keep you occupied. He did a good job if you’re being honest because after two weeks, you forgot all about your ex. 

One night after a heavy studying session in your room, things got interesting. You don’t know how it happened or who made the first move, but next thing you knew, you are kissing your best friend! The kiss was hot and needy and it made you feel all the tingles everywhere in your body. No one broke away and the more you two made out, the more you craved for him. You found yourself straddling him and begun to grind your hips down on him. You could feel his bulge grow, earning a tiny moan from him. He gripped your waist and started to move you faster against him. Just then there was a loud knock on your door. “Delivery.” You both sigh as you get off of him. 

You come back with the food and didn’t know how to look at him. “Um, I, that...” you stuttered, embarassed at what just happened. He looks at your flustered state and starts to chuckle. You look at him wide eyes as you let out a laugh.

“It’s okay. Glad we got that out of the way.” he said.

You scoffed and threw the nearst pillow at him, not bothering to dissect his words. His laughter booms throughout the room. He calms down and looks at you seriously. “Honestly though, it’s okay y/n. I know I’m hot.” he laughs again. 

“Jaehyun! Oh my god. Shut up!” you cried back as you start to lightly hit him anywhere on his body you could hit. 

As much as you wanted him to make you feel good and fuck you dumb, you weren’t ready to risk your friendship just yet. From that day on, you two never talk about it nor made any other moves to steal kisses or have sex. That didn’t mean you two stopped flirting with one another or the sexual tension in the air. 

With two or four, maybe six, shots downed and however many refills you had, you had lost count, you were having fun. You and Mark played beer pong and won against Yuta and Jaehyun, to which Jaehyun wasn’t that pleased. When he looked over at the table in disbelief, he couldn’t help but soften his emotions when he saw you smiling and laughing. He thought to himself that he would let this go just this once. 

After your victory, you roamed around to the living room and began dancing with a couple of people you’ve seen in classes. Your best friend was nowhere in sight, most likely upstairs with Johnny. Feeling loose and happy, your eyes stopped at the man across the room whose eyes were all on you. 

From where Jaehyun stood, he could see how much fun you were having. He loved the way your body moved to the music and how all he wanted to do was take off those jeans that clunged to your body. He was leaning against the wall and couldn’t stop himself from having thoughts of what he could do to you if you were his. There was no denying that when you two were left alone, there was always an electrufying electricity throughout the room. He wanted more and he was ready to take that risk. He craved you. 

You began walking towards Jaehyun, eyes never leaving one another. His eyes were dark and full of lust and made your whole body shiver. As if the universe was on your side, ‘Pussy Fairy’ started to play. You gave him a smirk as you turned around and started to dance on him. He puts his whole chest behind you, his head finding its way to your neck, and match your movements. You were thankful the room was dark to hide your flustered face as his breath brushed against your skin. 

He kisses your neck ever so softly, letting out a moan only for him to hear. You felt high on ectasy. He put his index finger under chin making you turn your head to him as he kissed your lips. What started off as soft and teasing turned into hunger as your tongues collided exploring ones mouth. Oh how you missed his lips. You pulled away smiling at him as he studied your face, understanding what you wanted. He put his drink down as he took your hand and guided you upstairs to a nearby empty bedroom. 

He closed and locked the door quickly and pushed you against the nearest wall kissing you. You grunt as you felt the sudden impact on your back. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.” he said in between kisses. Your tongues were fighting for dominance, but you knew better. You sucked on his tonuge earning a moan out of him. Satisfy with yourself, you bit lightly on his buttom lip. 

He undid your jeans sliding them down and helping you out of it along with your panties. He kissed you up until he was back to your lips. Your arms around his broad shoulders and hands in his hair. He put his thigh between your legs as you mindlessly bucked into him. You could feel him smirking. 

“You’re so fucking sexy. Will you let me be yours tonight?” he asked looking into your eyes. 

“Ruin me ... daddy” you quietly say. 

“Say that again.”

“Ruin me da-” before you could finish your words, he inserted a finger into you. A loud gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

“You’re so wet baby girl. Daddy is going to ruin you tonight.” he inserted another finger, stretching you out completely as you moaned loudly. God his fingers felt magical inside you. He kissed and bit your neck as his other hand started to caress your boob. “So fucking perfect.”

“Jae, I’m going to cum.” 

“Cum on my fingers baby.” 

Without being told twice, you felt your release flowing through you. He helped you ride out your high, fingers never stopping from pumping into you. He kiss your lips and withdraws his fingers and place it into his mouth. “Mmm. You taste so good.” He takes off your top and bra and walks you back to the bed. You helped him discard his shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. 

He settles in between your legs as he starts to nibble, flick, suck, and massage both your breasts. You were so turned on by his touches and mouth, you almost cum on the spot. “Please don’t stop daddy” you say breathlessly. 

“Does my baby girl love when daddy’s mouth is on you like this?” he lightly bites your erected nipple. All you could do is nod, words completely leaving your mind. “Words baby.”

“Yes daddy. Please don’t stop doing that.” you bucked your hips towards him. 

“Not yet princess, I’m not done yet. Now be a good girl for me and don’t cum until I say so.” he leaves trail kisses down your stomach to your thighs and to your slit. He circles his tonuge on your clit making you arch your back. “f-fuck” you say. 

“Is all of this for me?” he teases you. With every lick, every squeeze he gives your breats, you felt yourself losing your mind. As he sucks on your clit, he inserts his fingers and pumps into you. 

The feeling is so overwhelming you were close. “J-Jae, I’m so close. Please.”  you begged him. That just made him more determine to make you cum for the second time. He looked up at you between your legs and see your o face and that in itself was the perfect image for him. He loved that he was the one making you feel good and calling out his name. Your hands gripping his hair a little too harshly, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was making you feel good. 

He could feel your body begin to tremble as he put his arm over your stomach to keep you in place and the other over your thighs to keep them open. Without warning, you are cumming for the second time. You felt hazy and on cloud nine, his tongue making you oversensitive. 

He lets go of your clit with a pop. “Did daddy say you could cum? his deep voice sends a shiver down your spine. He gets up to take off his boxer and his hard cock springs up. You couldn’t wait any longer as you got on your knees bending foward and taking his cock in your hands. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you gave his cock a stroke and kisses along the side and finally the tip. He hisses at the sight of you as you put him in your mouth. You bobbed you’re head up and down before he put puts his hands through your hair keeping you in place. You take him in deeper until he was hitting the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck y/n. Just like that. You’re a bad girl, but daddy loves your mouth so fucking much.” 

You pulled him out of your mouth with a pop to get air. Saliva and precum dripping from your mouth. You giggled and take his cock into your mouth again as he thrust into your mouth. You tried your best not to gag, but the sounds you were making made him thrust harder. “Fuck you’re going to make me cum!”

He pulled you back and gently pushed you back onto the bed. Before you could adjust yourself, he lined up his cock at your entrance and thrusted into you knocking out the wind in you. “You’re so big!” your head rolls back onto the pillow as you could feel every inch of him inside you as he bottoms out. He stills for a second to let you adjust to him. “You’re so tight baby.” You grabbed his face down to yours and kiss him. 

“Ruin me Jaehyun.” you say breathlessly.

He pulls out leaving only the top in as he starts to pound into you. With every thrust felt like heaven. The bed starts to hit against the wall at his rapid pace as everything around you turned into nothingness except for him, the slapping of skin on skin, both of your heavy breathing, panting, and moaning. 

The sight of you underneath him was enough for him to hold out on his orgasm. Jaehyun wanted to show you just how badly he wanted you. Your tits bounce perfectly as he pounds into you. The moans coming out of your mouth, his name rolling easily off your tonuge. He leans foward, his forehead against yours, as he perfectly hits your g-spot. “ohmygod, fuck right there, daddy don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you pleaded as you clenched your walls around him coming undone, stars blurring your vision. 

You could tell Jaehyun was nowhere near his orgasm as he slows his movements down. “You’re so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” he kisses your lips softly and moves again Everything was too much for you, but you loved the feeling of his cock in you. 

“Jae please, I don’t think I can take it anymore.” you stated as you have tears in your eyes. 

“You’re doing so well baby. Oh so good for daddy. Can you hold on for one more? Just one more princess.” You nodded your head the best you could as he flipped you over onto all fours. You tried your best to hold yourself up, but as always without warning, Jaehyun rams into you, making the new position feel bliss. You collpased into the bed as you muffled your screams and moans into the pillow. He grabbed your hair, pulling you up to his bare chest. 

“You like this don’t you princess. No one has ever made you feel this good huh?” your brain turned into puddle as you try to look for words. You feel your legs begin to tremble as his thrust start to become uneven. 

“Yes daddy I love your cock stretching me out.” 

“I can’t believe we never fucked until now.” he says in between breaths before reaching down to rub your clit. “Cum with me baby.”

With one final thrust he releases into you filling you up as you reached your fourth orgasm of the night. 

He kisses between your shoulder blades before collapsing next to you. You two lay there for a moment catching your breaths. 

You were the first to break the silence, “That was amazing.” You turned to face him as you see sweat glistening over his body and his hair sticking to his forehead. How could he look so damn attractice after sex. You no longer felt intoxicated from alochol, but intoxicated from Jaehyun instead. You two look at each other before he pulls you to him and cups your face. He presses his soft plump lips onto yours. From what was hunger a minute ago, was replaced with gentleness and love. 

After your last relationship, you didn’t know if you would ever fall in love again, but in the last couple of months, you realized you fell in love with your best friend without meaning to. Or maybe you had always loved him since the first day you two talked. Unbeknownist to you, he was already in love with you from the moment he laid his eyes on you. 

“I love you.” he quietly says as he strokes your hair mindlessly. You look at your interwined hands as a smile crept up on your face. You looked up at him, “I love you too Jung Jaehyun.” He looks at you with loving eyes as you give him another kiss and falling asleep in his arms. 

It was 7 in the morning as you had a throbbing headache. The memories of last night still lingered in the air as Jaehyun’s arms are wrapped tightly around you. You felt safe with him and you wondered how did you ever get so lucky to have him in your life. 

There was a loud banging on the door and you remembered that you both fallen asleep at Mark and Johnny’s house. “Hey! Get up! Come and help clean up this house!” Mark yells. 

Jaehyun groaned at the loud banging and held you tighter. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Good morning cutie” you say as you give him a morning kiss. His eyes flutter open as a smile crept on his face. “Good morning beautiful.” He snuggles his nose against the crook of your neck. You try to get up to get dress when Jaehyun grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him.

“Jae we have to go. I’m pretty sure the person who lives in this room wants his room back.” 

“Eh Mark can wait. It’s not like he can make do the dishes when I do them every night.” 

“Huh?” you look at him confused. 

He realizes your confusion and chuckles. “The guys asked me to move in with them a couple of months ago. I thought I told you or at least one of them did.” 

You gave him a are you serious right now look and pout. You smacked his chest lightly, “No they did not and neither did you!” 

He laughs wholeheartedly and pretends to be hurt. 

“I’m sorry princess.” He gives you a kiss to the lips. “I was so lost in being in love with you, I forgot to mention it. What can I do to make it up to you?” he kisses your forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, and finally your lips. He lingers there for a second before a smirk is plastered on his face. “Want to go for round two?” he wiggles his eyebrows and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jae I love you, but I’m sore.”

“I’ll be gentle I promise.”

Without waiting for a response, he climbs on top of you.

Far in the distance, Mark is heard pounding on another door asking for help to clean the house. 

[sundaysundaes]

Before Our Story Began

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff | 7.4k | College AU Summary: The popular new kid at your campus has this habit of raising his eyebrows when he flirts and you just realized that maybe you have a kink for it.

It has the same setting as my previous Mark Lee X Reader’s stories (Our First Time and Drunk Antics) but if you’re not into Mark (I’m not judging but what is wrong with you) you can just skip those two because this story can be read separately. 

Before dating the socially-awkward, yet utterly adorable Mark Lee, you have had your fair share of relationships that are now reduced into the form of awkward friendships. Your last boyfriend was Lee Donghyuck—who also publicly known as Haechan—and that fact does not sit well with Mark, because well, they were the best of friends. They still are, but it feels like they’re walking on thin ice whenever you’re in the picture so you try your best to stay away from your ex just to make sure everything is all right with the three of you.

Which is quite weird, knowing how close you were with Haechan before.

It was weird in the beginning, but fate really did play a major role in your relationship. You were in your second year of college and you’d managed to pull yourself together by that time, though you hadn’t really made any real friends yet. You weren’t aware of Mark’s existence either at that point, though he probably had with him being your long-time secret admirer after all. You were too busy trying to adapt to the new college and dormitory life, as well as trying to keep your grades up, that you could barely spend some time socializing with people. Project partners and study buddies were really as far as you could go with the term of friendship during your first year.

Your relationship didn’t exactly start as friends with Lee Donghyuck. Even though he had made tons of friends since his orientation days in college, you were certainly not one of them. You didn’t even know he existed in your world, and neither did he. Younger than both you and Mark, Haechan shone like the sun almost in every aspect of his life and unlike you, people had surely noticed that because he was academically smart, physically good-looking, very social and adventurously funny. It didn’t take long before he became popular at your campus. So popular, in fact, that you heard chatters of his name when you walked down the campus’ hallway with your textbooks in your arms. You had only known his name but not his face, so you didn’t really feel nervous or overly excited like any other girls would’ve probably had when you accidentally sat next to him during public speaking class and saw that he had a silly note stuck on his back, pressed against his black hoodie.

“Hey,” you called, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough so the people around you wouldn’t notice. “You’ve got something on your back.”

The boy was young, and he had the smoothest golden skin you’d ever seen on a boy. You would probably kill to have his perfect sun-kissed skin. He had slightly chubby cheeks and a mop of dark brown hair with bangs falling over his eyes. He was slouching forward in his seat with his arms draped over his table, staring lifelessly at the board. His lower lip was jutting out in boredom and slight annoyance, reminding you of a five-year-old boy missing his favorite cartoon. He threw a glance to the side, looking at you with big, chocolate brown eyes, and his eyebrows raised in question.

“What?” He asked and you pointed to the back of his hoodie with your pen.

“I won’t judge if it’s the kind of thing you’re into,” you said, “but I don’t think placing a note behind your back with the words Spank Me, Mama, written on it is the best way to actually, you know, get it.”

He blushed and he blushed so hard that it made you think huh, he’s kinda cute, but you buried the thought right away. You had promised yourself to focus better that year. Falling head over heels for a fellow student on the first day of your new term was not the right way to do it.

“Right, thanks.” He struggled with the note, reaching behind his back as if his skin was on fire. You were about to help when he finally snatched the paper and read the words under his breath, eyes widening in shock.

“I assume that’s not your handwriting?” You were amused but tried your best not to tease him so much.

He did this pout that actually kind of fit his face, probably because he still had that baby face going on. Most of the guys you knew would look immensely disgusting if they pulled that kind of pout. Take your brother, Johnny, for example. Even the thought of him doing that already made you feel like punching your fist against a wall.

“I would weep myself to sleep if my handwriting was this bad,” he grumbled and you smiled secretly to yourself. He turned to you, an awkward grin painting his face. “Sorry, my friends are assholes. Do you happen to know a swamp nearby where I can dump dead bodies without being found out?”

You nod. “I know a place but it’s no longer free, though. They charge you, like, ten thousand won per body. Which is why I’m broke.”

His timid grin grew into a bright smile, probably feeling quite elated that somebody shared the same type of dumb humor as him. “I’m Lee Donghyuck.” He sneaked a hand under a table and you took it for a handshake, answering him with your name. “Thanks for saving my life.”

“Most welcome. You can save me back later when I have the words spank me, daddy, glued to my back.”

“So your friends are assholes too?”

“It’s what people have in common these days, I suppose.”

But when your professor spoke louder to make sure he didn’t any other noise in the room except his own, you had to cut your conversation short and only threw small grins at him every now and then.

When the class ended, you both parted ways with nothing more than a small wave of a hand and a casual, “Well, I guess, I’ll see you later.” You thought it would be too weird to get even friendlier than that, and he probably did too. You admitted that he was cute, but not cute enough for you to ditch your next class and make out with him in the nearest parking lot. You thought you were going to see him again soon anyway, probably the next week when the same class started.

And you were right, but you wished you weren’t because Donghyuck came back to your class the following week looking like a full-course meal.

Donghyuck probably had his hair cut short somewhere on the weekend and it looked absolutely fucking perfect on his head. His bangs were no longer hiding his eyes, and it was clear to you then that Donghyuck with his forehead seen, combined with those thick beautiful eyebrows and mesmerizing round eyes, were really something to behold.

He didn’t notice you were already in the class when he walked in, with his bag slinging on one shoulder. Some rowdy boys were shouting at the back of the room, “Haechan-ah, over here! Saved you a seat!” And Donghyuck grinned at them, waving his hand before he walked toward their seats and you thought Lee Donghyuck is Haechan?! That Haechan?! And mentally slapped yourself on the face when the flashback hit you. You had the chance to talk to one of the most popular boys in school and you talked about swamp and dead bodies.

Absolutely fucking perfect.

After you managed to collect yourself, you couldn’t hold back this urge to sneak a few glances to the back of the class, trying to catch a glimpse of that beautiful forehead of his—which you realized by then that you had some kind of a kink for it—without having him notice you.

But he did. He did notice every time you tried to secretly stare and he reciprocated each time with a smile, raising one of his eyebrows almost dangerously seductive at you and you thought goddamn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my twenty years of living I don’t know what is.

You offered your best effort to stay fucking calm despite everything that had been going on in your head, waving one hand at him with a small—hopefully not creepy—smile on your face. You immediately turned around right after, swallowing your breath, and tried not to vomit because your stomach felt like it was about to lurch out of your mouth. It wasn’t really an unpleasant feeling; it was just kind of new to you and you loathed the way your heart was slamming against your ribcages.

Okay, you mentally calmed yourself, get a hold of yourself. No need to panic. He’s just another cute boy, with a cute haircut, and a cute smirk, and a cute forehead and—

You really didn’t like where it was going.

When the class ended—and you didn’t learn a thing about it—you shoved your iPad back into your bag and let out the loudest sigh you had ever made in your sorry life.

“Bad day?”

Haechan’s voice was next to your ear and though you only jerked slightly on the outside, most of your soul had actually gone to heaven—or hell, from all those dirty thoughts you had about him during the last two hours of that lecture.

“Yeah,” you cooly replied. Thank God, your voice didn’t betray you. “My swamp is full again. I have to start looking for a new place.”

AM I SERIOUSLY TALKING ABOUT ANOTHER FUCKING SWAMP—

But Haechan was laughing about it, not too much but the amusement on his face was genuine. “It’s cute that you remember our previous conversation.”

“It’s cute that you do too.”

“Well, actually, that’s what I’ve been thinking about for the last week,” he told you with a smirk on his face. You dared to bet on your life that he was flirting with you and you were about to scream out of joy but you reminded yourself to play it cool.

“I don’t think it’s a conversation worth remembering,” you commented nonchalantly.

“Not if I had it with anyone else.”

You almost fell from your seat. “On second thought, it was a pretty interesting conversation, what with the—”

“Noona.” He suddenly leaned close, laying one hand on your desk to prop his weight. There was that smirk again—the one with his eyebrow raised. “I’m trying to flirt with you and ask you out on a date, if you haven’t noticed.”

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears at that point. You had thought about it—about him asking you out—but your imagination did not do justice on how smooth and confident or how goddamn attractive he looked in real life. “Oh.”

“Oh.” He imitated, smirking a bit wider and you were dazed with how bright he shone. “So, can I take you out for lunch? Not anywhere close to swamps full of dead bodies, I swear.” Then after a small pause, he added, “Unless, that’s what you’re into.”

“Shut up,” you retorted, standing up and gathering all your belongings into your arms. “You’re paying.”

He laughed softly to himself, trailing after you with a cheeky grin on his face. “This swamp thing could be our thing, though.”

“Shut up.”

***

Haechan was not one to take it slow, you remember, which is way different from how Mark does things with you.

It wasn’t like Haechan was overly aggressive—as far as boys go, he was pretty normal about the whole dating and sex thing—but he really just head straight to the point whenever he had something in mind, whether it was by a sudden change of topic in your conversation, or acting it out directly with his body.

While Mark tends to plan things, Haechan just did everything out on a whim. You could be talking about science fiction movies at a cafe at one point, and ended up with having your clothes soaked with water by the next few hours because he suddenly felt like the day was too hot and jumping into the campus pool fully clothed was a good idea. You weren’t sure why you’d said yes to all of that when you just barely knew him but Haechan could be very persuasive. So dangerously so, that you would probably say yes to anything.

It was on your third date when he suddenly bent his head down and cut you in the middle of your sentence with a kiss. It was only a small peck, a quick pressing of his plump lips against yours, but it still managed to literally stop you from breathing for a good couple of seconds.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling away with his eyes still staring at your lips. “I was… distracted.”

You knew it was lust in his eyes and you were familiar with yourself enough to know that you usually preferred to have your first kiss after you knew the guy for a certain amount of time. But Haechan—the way he sometimes stared at your lips for a millisecond while you were talking, or hugged you for a few seconds too long before you parted ways—really made you feel special. Made you feel… wanted. And it had been a long time since someone made you feel that way.

So it really didn’t come too much of a surprise that when he dipped his head down to kiss you again, you responded with as much passion as he emitted. You didn’t care that both of you were still standing in the middle of your co-ed dorm’s hallway, though it was empty from how late it was. You had your fingers tangled in his hair as you tiptoed and leaned your entire weight to his body, making him inhale sharply and curl his fingers around the fabric of your dress.

“Again,” he breathed when you pulled away for a split second and immediately brought you back to him again. Haechan had one arm around your waist and another one holding your face, angling your head to the side so he could kiss you deeper.

Haechan was a good kisser—so frighteningly so that it made you feel conscious of how inexperienced you were compared to him. And with the way his hands were moving around your body, you could tell that things were going a bit too fast.

“Haechan—”

The hand that you laid on his chest to give you both some space, was brought over your head as he pressed your body against the door of your room. He kissed you harder, almost knocking your head against the wooden surface, and you could taste the flavor of the lollipop he had on his way back to your dorm. His scent was intoxicating in the best way possible, numbing your mind from thinking how this could probably end up in a bad decision.

“Haechan-ah, wait,” you gasped against his mouth, and when he did, pulling away from you for a few inches to catch his own breath, you noticed that even if you managed to stop him, you probably wouldn’t sound very convincing.

It was really fortunate that although Haechan was a man of passion, he still had the patience to make your consent his priority. “Too fast?” He asked, warm breath fanning against your lips and you really wanted to just close those few inches between you and be smothered with his kisses again.

So you did, and you could feel him smirking into the kiss. The way he slipped his tongue between your mouth made your knees buckle underneath your weight so you clutched onto him as if you were hanging to dear life. Haechan formed this low grunt at the back of his throat that made your skin tingle in delight, knowing that you had that kind of effect on him.

But really, something still didn’t feel right.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, noticing how you fidgeted uncomfortably under his touch. He looked like stopping at this point would be the last thing he wanted to do but he still gave you the space you needed.

You nodded your head slowly at his question. Haechan looked like he had to put his best effort to gain control of his body and move away from you, and you could totally relate at that point, actually. You weren’t really sure why did you even stop him before. It just felt like the right thing to do but at the same time, it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Haechannie—"

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a step away from you and releasing you from his hold. You were surprised by the fact that you almost fell down to the floor when he wasn’t holding you.

“No, don’t be—it was, umm,” You cleared your throat. The collar of your knitted sweater suddenly felt too tight. “It was good.”

“Good?” Haechan asked, smirking as he raised an eyebrow and you thought fuck there’s that look again and you cursed inwardly a few more times for feeling so whipped for his little, seductive eyebrow raise. “I thought that was more than good, Noona.”

“Probably for you,” you wanted to tease but you could hear your voice crack at the end.

“Oh, really?”

And he kissed you again because he never wanted to lose his game. He knew he already had you wrapped under his fingers; he just wanted to make you succumb to him. To have you say how amazing his touches really felt on your skin because he was just that kind of a guy.

And he was winning. Your reaction was exactly the way he wanted you to be, arching your back under his touch, pressing your chest against his, tongue darting out to taste the inside of his mouth better and longer.

“No, wait, timeout.” You pushed him away again and you noticed that his hair was a mess from the work of your fingers and weirdly enough, it only made him ten thousand times hotter.

“Noona, you’re torturing me.” He whined against your shoulder, playfully biting the skin over your clothes. “Do you want me to stop or not?”

Haechan had the habit of whining when things didn’t go his way. It was immature and it would probably look childishly annoying on someone else, but it only made him  that much more adorable. Still annoying most of the time, but always adorable.

“I’m sorry.” You were torn between feeling bad or laughing about it because my God, look at that pout. “Maybe a five-minute break? I could make you some coffee. My roommate is away for the weekend.”

He sighed, the pout on his lips grew even more apparent. “You’re inviting me to your room? At this hour? After this?”

“I’m not going to have sex with you tonight, Lee Donghyuck, just to be clear.”

“Which is the more reason why you shouldn’t be inviting me over then!”

You laughed because his voice was becoming quite high-pitched. “Are you so incapable of using your brain instead of your dick?”

“Noonaaaaa~” He threw his head back in exasperation, which gave you the chance to ogle at the column of his throat. “Seriously, is torturing guys at the end of a date your sick hobby or something?”

“Look, if you stay over, we can still make-out.” You throw a smirk at him, unlocked your door and pushed it wide open. “And I make the most amazing coffee, trust me.”

“Fine,” he exhaled, walking into your room with a suppressed smile on his face. “And I’m only here for coffee, nothing more. Making-out with you is just a bonus.” And you found yourself giggling like a child as he cradled you into his arms and pushed you down to your bed because you both knew, it was the other way around.

***

About a month later, a similar situation happened again and there was no getting out of it.

It started with Haechan coming over to your room on a Sunday afternoon. Your roommate was staying over at her boyfriend’s place again for the weekend, so you had the room to yourself for the entire day. Haechan came unplanned and he’d brought his MacBook with him because, “I know myself well enough that I’d end up playing Overwatch instead of working on my assignment, so could you please be a responsible adult and force me to do my work even if I start crying at your feet?”

Haechan was always the dramatic one in your relationship but you nodded your head and let him in. You brought over some snacks and made him coffee like usual—which he always replied with, “Noona, I don’t want to sound like an ungrateful boyfriend but this coffee tastes like shi—” but was always finished with a pillow smacked to his face, a form of your courtesy.

You were working on your own papers too, sitting on the carpeted floor with your back pressed against the foot of your bed and a MacBook resting on your lap. Your textbooks were sprawled all over the place, and Haechan was lying down on your bed, head falling over the edge. He was looking at his phone, his thumb running up and down the screen.

“Noona?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m bored.”

“Aren’t you supposed to work on your assignment?”

“Finished it already.”

You threw a look over your shoulder, glancing to see him lounging on your bed as if it was his own. Haechan already had his MacBook closed, and was looking at you upside down with a completely bored look on his face. You knew he was smart, but you didn’t know he was that smart when he really put his mind to it.

“Well, that was fast,” you commented.

“No, you’re just doing it painfully slow.”

“Well, sorry for not being as smart as you,” you mumbled, even though you weren’t really annoyed about it. Haechan  huffed and walked closer, sitting closely right behind you, and trapping you between his legs.

“You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met, though,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What are you working on exactly?”

“I don’t even know, honestly,” you sighed, leaning against his chest, dropping your head on his shoulder. “You wanna order some take-out?”

“Can I eat you for dinner instead?”

“Was that a sex joke, Lee Donghyuck?”

“Could be, if you’re interested.” You could see him wiggling his eyebrows from his reflection on your standing mirror. Both of you looked adorable, if you could say so yourself, wearing a matching white shirt (though not on purpose) and enjoying each other’s warmth with Haechan’s arms wrapped protectively around your figure. You sighed as you admired the sight of Haechan’s features in the mirror.

“Have I told you how sexy you look with your hair pushed back like this?” You asked, reaching out to touch some of his strands and he followed your gaze, looking at his own reflection in the mirror.

“Huh.” He seemed surprised. “It’s the first time you said that actually. What else do you think is sexy about me?”

“Promise you won’t get cocky about it if I tell you?”

“Can’t. You know how I am.”

You sighed but you succumbed to his wish. He praised you from time to time, it was only fair for you to do the same. “The way you dance.”

“You saw me dance?”

“Hm-hmm.”

“When?”

“That time when we went to Jaemin’s party. You were dancing to Billy Jean.”

“You saw that?!” He was flustered, scarlet painting his cheeks and ears. “That was—I thought you were in the bathroom!”

“Well, I was going to but then I saw you and kinda had to stop and stare for a little. You dance more with your hips than with your hands, do you know that? It was kinda hot.”

And just like that, the flabbergasted look on his face was immediately replaced with that Godforsaken cocky smirk again. “Were you turned on back then because of me?”

“A little. Or maybe I just really had to pee.”

“You should’ve said something, you know.”

“And then what? Have sex with you in Jaemin’s room? No freaking way.”

“We could’ve used my car. My hips could do so much more than just dancing, you know.”

“You’re disgusting.” You elbowed him slightly on the stomach to stop him from giggling, before you focused back on your MacBook. “Now, shoo, my boy. Mommy’s gotta work.”

Haechan had his chin on one of your shoulders. “But Noona~”

“I’m studying.”

“I’m bored~” He whined like the baby that he was, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck and you flinched slightly when his breath tickled your skin. “Can we make-out? Please pretty pleaseeeee~”

“Give me half an hour to finish this real quick—”

“Noonaaaaaaa~”

“What?” You were trapped between laughing and acting annoyed about it. “I seriously need to study. Didn’t you tell me to be a responsible adult for today?”

“You could also be a responsible adult by making-out with me though.” He chuckled to himself. “We could do adult things if you—”

“No,” you firmly stated though your smile kept on appearing on your face. You pushed a palm against his cheek, playfully shoving him away. “Now, go away, Dongsookie, I really have to study.”

“Fine,” he exhaled loudly against your shoulder and you could practically feel his pout growing on his face. He didn’t let you go, though. He kind of just sat there behind you, still circling his arms around your waist as he lazily stared at the words you were typing on the keyboard. You had trouble concentrating with the way you could feel every time he took in a breath from how close his chest was pressed against your spine but eventually you got the hang of it.

You were already working on your third page when Haechan suddenly had his lips on the side of your neck, lazily suckling on the skin until you could no longer ignore him.

“Haechannie.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m playing a game,” he murmured against your skin, licking at the soft skin before he nibbled at it with his teeth. “It’s called how fast can I distract my girlfriend from working over a stupid assignment instead of spending time with me.”

“But I am spending time with you, though.”

“You know what I mean.”

And you had to bite your lip because he had a certain kind of pressure on his words that made your skin tingle in anticipation. His lips were soft but scorching hot as he drew bruises on your skin and it felt so good and dangerous at the same time. It was like standing on a bridge made of glass, both exciting and terrifying.

“You know what I think is sexy about you?” He quietly asked, one hand running down your body, slipping under your shirt and hovering dangerously close to your bra. “The way you say my name when we kiss,” he continued, adding a soft moan when he latched his lips around your earlobe.

You shivered, feeling heat growing on your cheeks. “Haechannie—”

“Yes, like that,” he chuckled, his voice suddenly became deeper. “You’re so sexy, you’re driving me insane.”

You tried your best to ignore him, you really did. But the second he had his warm mouth against your lips, his fingers grabbing your face almost forcefully to turn towards him, you just lost it and you found yourself crawling into his lap, tangling your legs around his waist and moaning against his mouth as he was against yours.

“Noona,” he sighed when you kissed down his neck, as if your every touch was a gift that he craved more and more. He shuddered slightly when you had your hand under his shirt and as if you just pushed the wrong button, he suddenly picked you up by the waist, shoved your textbooks away with one swipe of the back of his hand, and laid you down on the carpeted floor in one swift motion.

“If you keep doing that,” he breathed out heavily, eyes glazed as he stared at your kiss swollen lips. “I won’t be able to stop, even if you beg me to.”

You weren’t sure what came over you but you found yourself hooking your fingers around his necklace and brought his face down, whispering, “Then don’t stop,” directly against his lips.

It was all rush and passion and Haechan was not wasting even a second away before he began to undress you, removing each clothing very easily and you secretly wondered just how many times had he done this before from how smooth he unclasped your bra with one flick of his finger.

He pulled his shirt over his head, his silver necklace hanging loosely around his neck. “Tell me if I’m being too fast,” he said, before he climbed on top of you, throwing the piece of clothing away without a care. Your heart jumped at the sight of him, knowing how this could lead to something more but couldn’t really stop him. Not with the way he had his hands reaching down from the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach, his fingers brushing above the hem of your jeans.

His kiss was always breathtaking, to say the least, but it was a bit different this time because it felt like he was losing control of himself. His kiss was almost forceful, his teeth roughly nibbling at your lower lip before he moved down your chin and found his place in the crook of your neck again. His hand was on your chest, cupping you fully with his palm and let out this sexy groan when he felt you gasping his name against his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re just doing that on purpose now, aren’t you?” He hissed, eyes clouded with lust. He peppered kisses down your chest, lips hovering above your nipple when he said, “You’re being cruel, Noona.” You were tugging at his dark locks when he placed it between his lips, sucking at the sensitive spot, and you tried to hold back your moan but failing every time.

Haechan was giggling to himself, his tongue flicking around the bud. “The way you’re reacting to me is so cute. I didn’t know you were this sensitive.” He ran his tongue across his lower lip, staring at you like he wanted to ravish every part of you, which he probably did. “You’re so goddamn cute.”

“Haechannie.”

“Yeah?”

“I won’t be needing that kind of commentary ever again in the future, thanks,” you uttered, trying your best to focus on his touch and not his words because Haechan could be annoyingly talkative sometimes.

He chuckled again, moving along to land a few kisses on your stomach. “If you’re that sensitive here, how sensitive will you be if I touch you right over…” He trailed a finger down from your belly button to the edge of your underwear. His eyes twinkled gleefully before he rubbed your clit over your underwear. “…here?”

You gave your best strength to stay sane but Haechan’s giggle over your reaction only tortured you even further. “Stop playing around,” you hissed under your breath, pretty sure that you were blushing from ear to ear.

“Playing?” Haechan grinned tauntingly, “I’m being pretty serious, though.” He spread your legs, kissing the inner part of your trembling thigh before he hovered dangerously close to the point you could feel his breath down there. You couldn’t help but gulp in anticipation and Haechan knew that. He knew how much you wanted him to take off your underwear and eat you out like it’s his last meal.

But of course, being the little fucking devil that he was, Haechan only threw you his usual smirk and said, “You know I’d do anything for you, right, Noona? You just gotta beg for it.”

“No way.”

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t know.” He faked a pout. “I’m younger than you, you know. I need you to teach me these things.”

You reciprocated by kicking him right on his abs because as desperate as you were, there was no way in hell you were going to grovel at his feet, begging for him to please you. “All right, all right, I’m sorry, geez!” Haechan said, laughing as he successfully dodged two of your first kicks. Soon after, he grabbed your moving legs, carefully placed them on his sides and ran his hands slowly from your legs to your thighs. He took a long glance at your body, sighing like it was some kind of beautiful torture for him to take. “You don’t even realize how hot you are, do you?” He leaned closer and grabbed you by your chin, locking both of your gazes together. “Do you even know how hard I am right now because of you?”

It was a rhetorical question, clearly, because you could definitely tell how hard and hot he was pressing against you, even if his jeans and your underwear were still on the way.

“God, just—” you gasped when he slipped a knee between your legs, pressing it against your core. “Just stop being a fucking tease and fuck me already, Donghyuck.”

And he grinned against your skin. “Fucking finally.” You heard him say under his breath, before he carried you in his arms and moved you to the bed. It felt somewhat scary, how fast he was being, because you had only experienced sex once and it was the painfully awkward kind of sex with your high school boyfriend and you didn’t really have the chance to practice it with anyone else while it seemed to you, at this point, was clearly not the case for him.

Haechan had his eyes on you, all half-lidded with lust and passion, as he unbuckled the belt of his jeans and you had to gulp at the sight. He didn’t really have six-pack abs like Jaehyun—considering your boyfriend was quite an athlete during his senior days—but his shoulders were broad, his chest was toned, his stomach was lean and his skin, as it glistened slightly with sweat, was just absolutely breathtaking.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, and you knew how he’d always been cocky in his entire life, but he’d never been this cocky. “You’re practically drooling.”

“I am not,” you retorted but you lacked confidence. Haechan grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans before he climbed back into the bed with his jeans unbuttoned.

“Why do you already have a condom with you?”

“Because I came prepared.”

“I thought you said you wanted to study.”

“Among other things,” he grinned against your lips and shushed down your next protest. “I will be studying your body, if you give me the chance.”

“That was so lame.” But even your insult couldn’t mask how nervous you sounded, especially when Haechan was settling himself between your legs again, fingers hooking around your underwear.

“Final chance if you want me to stop, Noona,” he said though it felt like it was almost impossible for him to stop. “I’m serious. After this, I won’t stop even if you cry.”

You swallowed your breath, heart thrumming loud against your chest. “Just do whatever you want,” you answered, almost too quiet for even your ears to hear but Haechan’s eyes gleamed in anticipation.

“That’s my girl,” he said, grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs apart before he leaned in to taste your mouth again. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

You realized you were holding your breath when Haechan wrapped the condom around his length and he had his eyes on you before he pushed in, asking with an unexpected low voice of his, “Ready?”

But he did not wait for an answer and you found yourself hissing when he pushed in, slowly at first and suddenly all at once. You twisted your fingers against the bed sheet, biting your lower lip because it hurt trying to adjust to his size and Haechan was a little bit lost in his own thoughts, muttering, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” under his breath, slightly throwing his head back out of pleasure. “Noona, you’re so fucking tight. Do you know that?”

He leaned closer to you, chest pressing against your breasts as he mouthed against the skin of your shoulder and slowly began to move his hips. “You all right?” He asked, making eye contact after a while and you shakily nodded your head, though the pain was still there. “Then I’ll move faster.”

You almost hit your head against your headboard when he suddenly picked up the pace, thrusting into you hard and deep; it knocked the breath out of your lungs. “Haecha—” you could barely speak at that point, arms clutching tight to his back, nails raking against his spine.

“Fuck,” he uttered between heavy breaths as he sat on his knees, holding both of your legs in the air, almost splitting your body in half and pushed deeper. “How the fuck do you feel this good, I—” he ended his sentence short, kissing your ankle instead, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wanna keep you—you’re so pretty like this, Noona—so fucking pretty—”

Haechan was always good with his words but at that time, he was making incoherent noises at the back of his throat, jumping from one sentence to another as if he was thinking about several things at once and he was running out of time.

“Haechan, wait—s-slow down—” You placed a hand on his shoulder, tears forming in your eyes. “You’re moving too fast—It hurts—”

Haechan was unfocused, but the last two words that slipped from your mouth brought him back to reality. He stopped almost immediately, looking at you with eyes searching your face. “Does it hurt?” He asked and you nodded, your body shaking a little bit. His gaze softened, cupping your cheek in his hand before he slowly pulled out of you. “I’m sorry, come here.” He cradled you into his arms, sitting down on the bed and helped you climb into his lap. “Maybe if we do it this way,” he said, wiping a tear from your eye with his thumb, “You’ll feel better?”

You could feel him twitching below you, the tip of his cock pressing against your folds. Haechan stayed true to his promise, he wasn’t going to stop even if you cried and that’s fine because you didn’t want him to.

“Take your time,” Haechan said, smiling gently in a way that was so not him that it made you feel weird. You could tell that he was trying to keep himself calm and composed even when all he wanted to do was to fuck you senselessly.

He pushed inside again, but let you take control of the pace this time. You slid down slowly, wincing slightly at the friction but it no longer hurt as much. Haechan was staring at you the entire time, unconsciously licking his lower lip when you slowly began to bounce on his lap.

“Kiss me,” he demanded and you did, sharing his breath and his moans, and tangling your hands in his hair. When he felt your body relaxing against him, he grabbed you by the waist and suddenly thrust forward, making you gasp and clenched your legs together.

“Fuck,” he moaned under his breath, hissing at how perfect you felt around him. “Noona, you can be mad at me as much as you want after this but for now let me just—” he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. “Just let me fuck you the way I want.”

And you found yourself thrown back to the bed with him thrusting into you deep and raw, faster and much more forceful than before. His nails were sinking into your skin from how hard he was holding you by your hips, keeping you still as he rocked his hips forward as hard and as fast as he liked. Expletives were falling from his lips between his low grunts and breathy moans and you couldn’t help but sob a little at how strong he was going. It felt painfully amazing, and you knew your body wasn’t making any sense, and it surprised you when your orgasm hit you like a wave, just a few seconds before he reached his. You honestly never thought that something so painful could also bring this much pleasure and you wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t even find the energy to keep yourself up.

You fell down to the bed with Haechan toppling on top of you almost immediately, chest heaving fast as he tried to bring back some air into his lungs.

“Holy fucking hell,” he said, breathing heavily at the juncture of your neck. “That was so good. This is probably the first time I—”

“Haechannie.”

“Oh right, shit!” He immediately jumped away, giving you some space and gently placed his palm on the side of your face, checking your condition. “Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere? Noona, I’m so sor—Yah!“

You pinched him by the nose, glowering at him with the little strength you have left and you didn’t let go even if he was tapping frantically against the back of your hand, asking for time-outs before you broke his bones.

Well, he said you could be mad at him all you want. It was time for him to face your wrath and it was not going to be pretty.

***

It wasn’t long until your name became a famous topic to discuss around the hallway too and it felt weird yet exciting at the same time, because it was true. You were dating Lee Haechan. And no matter how many times you had to convince yourself that it wasn’t solely your imagination, it still felt unreal.

Because Haechan was shining like the sun, and you couldn’t really shine as bright.

It suddenly felt like high school all over again when you’d once dated the Prom King, Jung Jaehyun, where people always talked behind your back, making comments about your face, or your body, or your attitude and how every aspect of your life did not fit the legendary high school prince that was Jung Jaehyun. It had gotten so much into your head that you had to break up with him, and hating yourself for over a year on how weak you’d become.

Dating Haechan was similar but different in the way he treated you. Jaehyun was too kind, not really saying anything back to anyone who said awful things about you and instead, just told you to not pay any mind about it. Haechan was much braver in saying the things that came to mind, so whenever he heard people talking trash about you, he would come up to them with words laced with venom. It was kind of childish, the way he got worked up rather easily, and even more childish when he continued to pout and fume about it even after a whole day had passed.

“Seriously, I said I’m fine,” you once said to him, entering his Hyundai after he opened the door for you.

“Well, I’m pissed off,” he said, unconsciously closing the door a bit too hard, making you flinch slightly. He walked to the other side of the car, sinking to his seat behind the wheel and exhaled loudly.

“Haechannie.”

“What?” His tone was still a bit harsh, but you knew he didn’t mean to shout at you.

“Thank you for defending me,” you softly said, reaching out for his hand. “But at this point, you’re gonna be mad with literally everyone and anger does not look pretty on you.”

“But aren’t you pissed, though? They literally have no business whatsoever to—”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand. “Look if it gets worse, we can always plan out something. There’s this perfect swamp I know outside of town.”

And Haechan couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he was right, that swamp thing could really be your thing. “You and your stupid swamp,” he muttered, shaking his head in amusement as he grabbed your face for a kiss. “Can we have sex at your place today?”

You sighed. It was always like this when it came to him.  “Sure, why not.”

Because certainly, you weren’t complaining.

***

[papergirllife]

This is part of the addiction collab hosted by @127-mile​.

Pairing :  Underground fighter Jaehyun x step sister reader

Warnings : Criminal activity, minor character death, step siblings crossing the line, suggestive content.

Wordcount : 15k+

Pain and the constant flirting with death is a monotony to Jeong Jaehyun, the adrenaline rush he gets from it ignites a flame inside him, the only way he feels alive is by being on the edge of a great death, but he knows that he won’t die in the ring he fights in at the infamous underground fight club in Seoul, as sadist as it sounds, the chances of his opponents dying at his feet is a much larger possibility. Jaehyun isn’t a man of morals, especially not after the incident that made him escape the states after years of living away from his mother and step father in Seoul, he thought he’d be living in Michigan for good after the many years he’d been there.

Things have been like this for the past year or so, until he follows his step sister out the house in the middle of the night one day, thinking he’d get to know what dirty secret she was hiding from her father and his mother, her step mother. In the pair’s eyes, you are nothing but perfect, the family’s treasured filial little girl. What he didn’t know, is that this night, would change him forever. He had never found a cure for his malicious addiction towards pain and danger, but she might just be a close second.

The sweat drips of his face as he takes another blow to his stomach from his opponent, the familiar ache in his abdomen rings from his head to his abdomen, yet he doesn't mind the pain, he just needs to wait for the right time, to let his opponent think that he's going to win, to have his ego swell up his head so that he wouldn't anticipate Jaehyun's next move. 

Jaehyun levels his body downwards as if his body was responding to the pain, that to him, is nothing at all, in fact, he's addicted to it, knowing that he'll get the upper hand by just enduring a little bit of pain, and when his opponent doesn't expect it, he punches his opponent under the jaw with all his might, the familiar crunch of bones against his knuckles brings a maniac smile to his face as he watches his opponent fall to the ground after a slight lift off from the strength of the up thrust force from his fist. A loud thump could be heard when his opponent fell on the floor, and soon after, the countdown begins.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1... And you're out!" the referee shouts, blowing his whistle right after, the familiar chime that alerts Jaehyun of his victory.

Manipulation. It's something that's become a monotony in his life. He's the best fighter in Monster, the biggest underground fighting club in Seoul, yet there will always be new people challenging him for the title. Bunch of idiots filling up his bank account in attempt to steal his glory, he's grateful for them, in this regard.

His lips stretch into a cynical smile as he looks at his opponent on the ground, the money presented to him made him let out a piercing laugh, everyone thinks he's mad, but there's still people betting for his victory whenever he turns up for a fight, people would do anything against their principles for a little more money, but yet again, what principles would the people who come here to watch people getting beaten up have, betting on him yet they have disgusted expressions on their face, whispering about his mad aggression only a few feet away. Everyone is feared by him, yet they would do anything for a few extra pennies, let principles be damned. To Jaehyun, only one person is better than those lot, the girl with the platinum blonde hair who's always betting so much money on him, but doesn't collect her earnings. He could only pick up a few details of her before the hordes of people rush to collect their winnings of the night from the handlers Johnny and Lucas. The way she always wore the same black leather jacket and black baseball cap, her hand came up to adjust her cap, her wrist glinting, was it a Rolex or a Jaeger Lecoultre? It had minimal diamonds and a classic face. Classic, that's what he thinks of her as. She likes the fancy things that aren't over the top, yet that's also the way Jaehyun describes his black themed closet. Johnny, one of the handlers, approaches him. He once asked them who she was, but the only info they gave was that she was constantly betting on him with a large sum. Jaehyun had tried to follow her multiple times, but no matter how quick he collects his earnings, she would be gone by the time he’s out.

"Do you want me to convert it to a check for you?" Johnny asked, lifting up the bag to get Jaehyun’s attention.

It was a standard after fight procedure, to have a feel at the notes in your hands, and maybe a whiff of the scent of wealth before changing it to a check, nobody would be dumb enough to walk out of here with a bag full of cash. Jaehyun passes him back the bag of money to Johnny as he heads to shower off, his thoughts filled with that mysterious girl. Hopping onto his bike before taking off for the night, leaving behind his alter persona, Mr. J, his stage name, feared by all and defeated by none.

When he reached home, there she was again, Y/N, his little step sister, sitting in front of her laptop in her oversized sweater, her bedroom door slightly ajar, allowing him a clear view of her. She's always up late working for this small programming firm, diligent and filial as always, the family's little pride of joy, he wasn't jealous, in fact he admires her tolerance towards this perfect family. It might not seem perfect to others, since their parents were both divorcees before, but it was perfect enough for him to feel like a black sheep. He hasn't felt this way towards his family before, until that incident. He pushes his thoughts away as he utters a goodnight to her. Y/N returns one to him, her soft voice calming his nerves, but that is all she says, she never asks about how he's always back so late, or how he's covered in cuts and bruises, a little more than from the time when he left the house earlier. Jaehyun retreats to his room, crashing onto his bed for a well earned night’s sleep.

It's Chuseok dinner tonight, the whole family is having dinner together, something which Jaehyun wouldn't have chose to sit through if it wasn't his mom's nagging outside his bedroom door the whole afternoon. His mom is currently asking about your job again, you didn't like talking about your achievements at work, from the way you looked down whenever she complimented you, you've grown to be so shy after he left for the states. He finds you so endearing, and not in a brotherly manner either. He knew it was wrong, but the pull you had over him clouds the remaining morals he possesses. It was only when his mom shouted at him made his chain of unholy thoughts snap.

“And when are you going to get a job, Jaehyun? Two months you've been back and your still on your 'break'. Look how hardworking Y/N is, and she actually listens to us," his mother said as he glared at him, arms folded as if she’s actually expecting a clear answer from him.

He's only asking for one dinner from his mom to not compare you to him, and here she goes taking a jab at him once again.

"When I'm ready mom, I already told you, the states were a drain for me, I just want to relax and ease back into my life here before I get a job."

His mom was going to scold him from the looks of her open stretched mouth, before she was interrupted by his stepdad, a hand laid on top of her shoulder to stop her from lashing out on her son.

“If you needed time to recover from his dad, he will too. Let him have some time to sort out his feelings. The kid's seen enough for you not to shout at him for reacting normally," Jaehyun’s stepfather said in an assuring tone in hopes to calm his wife down before this dinner turns sour like the ones before.

His mom's gaze instantly softens as she has a memory jog of what she had been through before meeting his stepdad, those were hard times for her, leaving that bastard with young Jaehyun to start a clean slate. Yet the court cruelly allowed his father to have co custody over him, and as per his father's request to have him from the age of 13 to 18, then making him stay for university as well, thinking back, he should've just left even though his ass of a father agreed to pay for everything.

Jaehyun silently goes back to eating his dinner, his interest peeking up as he caught you looking at him silently with an unreadable expression. Was it worry? Curiosity? He had a desire to know, to understand the thoughts swimming through your head at this very moment. He held your gaze for a few seconds before you stopped, and much to Jaehyun’s relief, his stepdad had switched the topic before his mom could pin anything on him further, telling everyone about a class clown in his class he teaches.

It was 2 am and Jaehyun was laying in bed, music playing softly as he scrolled through the news on his phone, but his music session was interrupted by a sound coming from the hallway, he had his earphones on, but the break between songs gave him a chance to focus and catch the shadow of a frilly dress rush by the crack of his door, it could only be one person, Y/N, who owned dresses like this. Soon, the familiar tune of their front door opening rang. He silently follows you out, slipping out of the door before it shuts, he sees you waiting at the lift lobby of their floor, eyes looking around in worry. The lift arrives quickly at this odd hour, he rushes in right after you, his body immediately caging yours against the wall of the lift, making your eyes open as wide as saucers, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Where do you think you're going at such an hour baby sister?" Jaehyun asked in a menacing tone, the familiar one sided smirk gracing his face.

Jaehyun could see the fear in your eyes as you momentarily froze at such a close distance.

“And I thought you were our family's little angel, never involved in anything deemed shameful, yet here you are, caught sneaking out by your brother. What a pity." Jaehyun said before he tutted at you, a coy expression on his face.

Jaehyun leans back to the other side of the lift, his eyes scanning you up and down, taking in your pretty legs and adorable lips that were set in a slight pout.

“Let me come with, I want to see what my baby sister does for real fun. Is it a boy? A girl? Or both?" Jaehyun needs to know what the family’s precious pearl is hiding.

The way you shook your head as your eyes were avoiding his made the beast inside him threatening to break free. He tugs you over into his embrace with the ribbon from the bow of your dress. His chest rumbling in joy as he felt the curves of your body, and the way your eyes looked into his in awe before looking away from his intense gaze. His arms wrap around your waist, head placed on top of yours.

“I came out in a rush and forgot my jacket, you're fine with lending some warmth to your dear brother who's only in his pajama shirt, right? Like the good girl you are?" Jaehyun’s voice laced with a sweetness that could make any lady drop on their knees for him, and he knows it, just like being in the ring, toying with emotions is a game he aces at as well.

Jaehyun didn't receive an answer, just a shy little nod as permission, your eyes avoiding his trained gaze on you. He finds you so, so adorable now, but his thoughts linger somewhere darker, his need to corrupt you evident in his lustful eyes, pupils blown wide and dark, his hand holding onto your waist in a possessive manner.

Jaehyun could see the way you swallowed down your nervousness, fingers playing with the hem of your dress as you stared down onto your baby pink ballet flats. When the doors of the lift open to the ground level of the condominium, Jaehyun slings an arm over your shoulder and guided you out of the building.

"Where are you taking us, my dear baby sister?" Jaehyun asked in a hushed tone by your ear, stopping you in your tracks for a second as he let you lead him.

Jaehyun could see the way you shivered after he spoke into your ear, he adores how responsive you are to him, and he hasn't even touched you yet.

"J-just around the block," you stuttered.

Jaehyun wasn't expecting to see anyone or anything that would surprise him, you're most probably meeting your boyfriend or at most the wildest he would give you is directing him to the night club located a few blocks down the road. What he doesn't expect is to find you crouching down suddenly to feed some stray dogs at the alley in between your condo and the convenience store.

“This is what you do for fun, little sister? Feeding dogs?" Jaehyun deadpanned.

"Dad says I can't have any, and they lost their mother to a car accident a month ago, I just want to help them," you said as you reached into the pockets of your dress for more doggy sticks, looking even tinier than you did before, somewhat childlike to Jaehyun, given how pure of an action this is.

Jaehyun didn't know what came over him, but he crouched down next to you and asked for their names.

"The sister is Bella, the brother is Toto," you said before focusing back on your furry friends.

When the two of you were done, Jaehyun took your hand in his and dragged you to the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" you asked as you tried to keep up with Jaehyun, not used to walking at such a speed in your ballet flats, trying your best to not let them slip from your feet.

“You successfully snuck out of house and you're not going somewhere at least a mile away? The night is still young, Y/N. Let's go get ourselves a mini adventure," Jaehyun persuaded, his tone was rather cheerful, which would be foreign to you, given that Jaehyun mostly kept to himself at all times.

Jaehyun led you to his bike, his hands helping you up front and securing a helmet on top of your head. Your eyes saw the reflection of Jaehyun without a helmet on the rearview mirror, the one he gave you must've been his.

"What about you then?" you asked after you swiveled your head to check if he had somehow found another helmet.

“There aren't many cars at this time, and I trust my own skills. Don't worry, it's just a quick drive close by," Jaehyun reassured you as he started the engine of his bike.

When Jaehyun pressed on the accelerator, you weren't prepared for the jerk and lurched back, which is why he put you in front of him, other than the fact that he likes the feeling of your body against his of course. Jaehyun loves the feeling of being on the bike, the way the wind pierces his skin and the speed gives him the adrenaline kick just like his fights, but instead of being caged in a ring, he feels free.

The journey came to a halt when the two of you reached someone's house, a large landed property, which was a sign of wealth in a city like Seoul, Jaehyun guided you into the back door that leads to the big pool, all the lights in the house were off.

"Jaehyun, are you sure we're allowed here?" you asked in a worried tone as your eyes scan around for a presence.

"Chill, baby sis. This is my friend's place, he's okay with me coming here all the time," Jaehyun said as he lightly pushed your back, guiding you further into the estate.

Jaehyun started stripping right in front of you when he halted by the pool, which caused you turn around as an immediate response. Jaehyun let out a laugh at how you reacted, knowing that you’d be just like how he expected, shy and innocent.

“I still have clothes on, baby sister. Don't worry," Jaehyun chirped behind you.

Jaehyun was leaning against the rail, waiting for you to turn around, and when you did, albeit slowly, just in case, you immediately turned back.

"You said you had clothes on!" and he did, but only his underwear.

“I said some, and I'm not naked. Why are you making such a big deal?" Jaehyun teased.

Jaehyun saunters over to you, hands on your waist, pulling the bow free from your dress, then he leans down to your ear.

"Why don't we take a swim, little one?" Jaehyun asked in a hushed but persuasive tone.

Jaehyun then steps away to give you space and heads into the pool, your eyes wide like you're under his spell, silently pulling down your dress to reveal a simple pastel pink cotton set. Jaehyun loves how innocent you look, the swell of your curves just nice, your smooth baby like skin makes you look even younger than you are, Jaehyun stopped swimming to admire you from front to back as you joined him in the water, but not before testing the temperature of it with your feet first.

The two of you were genuinely swimming for the first fifteen minutes, until Jaehyun took a break to admire your figure swimming freely, he could see how you've relaxed a bit since the two of you had first gotten here. When you reached the end of the pool to take a breather, Jaehyun used quick strokes to get to you, stopping a mere millimeters away from your face, hands on the either side of you, leaning his weight onto the pool, his head cocked to side in great interest.

"You look beautiful."

Jaehyun has never said that to his flings, but he'll make an exception for his dear little sister, you did tolerate his annoying antics as a child. Jaehyun leans towards your face, his lips dangerously close.

"Jaehyun... We shouldn't, we're siblings," you protested weakly.

“Step siblings. We aren't related by blood, remember that, Y/N. I know you want me as much as I want you. I'm not blind, I've seen the way your eyes lingered when I walked around the house without a shirt after my shower, I've seen the way you reacted for the past hour towards my advances. Let yourself go, Y/N, do what you want for a change," there it was again, Jaehyun and his silver tongue.

Jaehyun suppressed the rumble in his chest when he felt your hesitant lips on his, the peach flavored lip balm igniting his taste buds, craving to taste more of you, his arms tracing your back towards your butt, giving it a light spank, a moan finally slipping out of your lips, breaking the heated session between the two of you.

"You like that, baby? You like how rough I treat you?" Jaehyun questioned, but it sounded more like a statement.

Jaehyun lifts you up from the pool and onto the edge as he opens up your thighs for him, sucking and biting onto the insides of your upper thighs, dangerously close to his destination. You had tangled your fingers into Jaehyun's wet hair, pulling at it when he spanked you again, your whines of his name driving him crazy. 

Suddenly, someone who sounded like he was in his late forties, came out and shouted at the two of you for trespassing. Jaehyun quickly lifts himself up from the pool and carries you over his shoulder as he picks up all of your discarded clothes and quickly drives away. He could feel you shuddering from the cold after a while, and stops his bike to allow the two of you to get dressed, grateful that they weren’t any cars on the road at this time.

"Jaehyun! You said it belonged to your friend's!" you nagged as you tried to sound as mad as anyone half dressed and embarrassed could be.

“If I didn't say that, you wouldn't have gone in. Plus, I did it many times before without getting caught. This proves how loud you were, baby," Jaehyun teased, but it clearly was the truth. 

Jaehyun made you shut your mouth in an instant after he mentioned how loud you were for him. It egged on his ego to see how shy you are now, just because he mentioned what happened minutes prior. Jaehyun lifted you up his bike once again to head back home, but not before giving your neck a kiss, he could see the way you were more relaxed after his little affection. He was going to have fun corrupting a sweet innocent girl like you, mind games are his favourite pass time.

When the two of you got back, both of you retreated into your respective rooms after saying goodnight. You and Jaehyun acted as if nothing happened the next day, Jaehyun going to the gym for most of the day, and you staying locked in your room. 

It was only two nights later, after Jaehyun's next fight when the two of you were alone, Jaehyun got back from the fight with cuts on his arms, his opponent had worn old leather gloves that scratched him up and he wonders if the tears in the gloves were purposely used to hurt people, he could've called a time out, but he wasn't a pussy. He was running the scratches under cold water in the kitchen sink when he accidentally cursed aloud at the pain. That's when he heard footsteps coming out, fearing it to be his mom, he quickly closed the tap and dashed under the kitchen island. The footsteps were getting nearer, but instead of his mom's normal house slippers, ones decorated with bunny ears came into his view, followed by your head.

“The whole house could hear you, thank goodness they're fast asleep. Come out. I'll patch you up," you called out in a hushed tone before reaching a hand out to help him up.

Jaehyun followed you into your room, greeted by the desk lamp illuminating your closed laptop and the book shelf next to the desk, while the fairy lights casted a warm glow over your lilac sheets decorated with many cute plushies. That’s when he realised that he's never been into your room.

"Sit anywhere you like."

Jaehyun took a seat on your bed as you dug through your cabinets, coming out with bandages and ointment of all sorts. You took a seat on your study chair, wheeling to him, taking a closer look at his wounds. 

"Did a cat attack you or something?"

Jaehyun sees you wheel back by kicking your legs cutely, hurrying into the bathroom and coming back out with a washcloth. Jaehyun scratches the back of his neck, thinking of how to answer you. 

"I... 

"I know, I don't go to these places but I know of their existence," you replied in a rather mature tone, which was shocking for Jaehyun, since you constantly acted like a child half the time, but not in a bratty way, just filial. 

"Is that why you never asked me why I come home late at night with bruises?"

Jaehyun sees you nod as you started wiping his wounds gently, the blood going onto the clothe that will definitely leave stains.

"How are you going to explain the blood when you wash it?" Jaehyun questioned, worried that someone’s going to find out about his late night rendezvous. 

"Menstrual cycle," you answered, as if was the most obvious thing in the world, which made Jaehyun feel like an idiot at that moment.

The way you're patching up his wounds was pulling at Jaehyun's heartstrings the wrong way, Jaehyun doesn't want to fall for anyone, and certainly not for his step sister. Once you were done, you were looking at him with those innocent doe eyes, Jaehyun couldn't really tell what was up with his attraction towards you, was it purely sexual? Was it affection? He pushed those thoughts away when he pulled you by the waist, his lips capturing yours in a frantic matter as his hands make way to under your nightgown to hold onto the flesh of your thighs. The roughness of his palms sending shivers up your spine. Jaehyun took this as a good sign and started toying at the waistband of your panties. He breaks off the kiss to let his lips travel southwards, his teeth nibbling at your mounds, what surprised him was the lack of bra.

“What happened to being my good girl? Why aren't you wearing a bra? Are you tempting me on purpose? Hm?" Jaehyun said after bouncing you on his lap slightly.

“I was going to sleep. Didn't know you'll need help."

The way you answered so breathlessly when he continued his ministrations on you only urged him to act on his desires further. He reached a hand up to pinch at your nipple, but your hand accidentally slipped and held onto his arm instead of his hair, which made him wince due to the fresh wound, and the heated session between the two of you was immediately ceased.

"Jaehyun, are you alright? We can do this another time. You should let your wounds heal first," you said in a worried tone before checking his arm once more.

Jaehyun was cursing at himself, but nodded at your suggestion, not wanting to feel anymore pain after that fight. Jaehyun pecked your lips one last time before bidding you goodnight and carried you off his lap.

"See you tomorrow, baby."

Jaehyun looks at his opponent straight in the eye, he wasn't supposed to fight tonight, but there was an empty spot and he wanted to make up for the off day he took to heal from the scratch wounds, he doesn’t mind though, his hands had been itching to punch someone or something for the past few days now, just like a junkie hooked on drugs, he’s hooked onto the feeling of hurting someone. His opponent tonight was twice his size, but according to Lucas, nowhere near his standards, since the standard earnings for this match is relatively lower from the ones he tends to fight in.

Jaehyun didn't even have to manipulate his opponent into thinking he was on the weaker scale, he took him down like the countless sandbags he broke in the gym, big but definitely does zero damage. Once the match was over, he spotted that girl again, ushering her way out of the crowd. Instead of following the usual procedures of collecting his earnings, Jaehyun made his way out of the club.

"Jae! Your earnings!" Johnny shouted, making a mistake of calling name by his name, thank goodness people can’t differentiate between Jae and J.

Jaehyun couldn't bother about the money now, he had to know who she was. He followed the streak of blonde hair into a car park nearby, which was empty since office workers are long gone by now. She made her way to a sleek black BMW i8, not what he had expected, but certainly unique compared to the Mercedes he keeps seeing at Gangnam District. However, before he could approach her, a hooded figure was behind her, a pocket knife produced from his right pocket. Right when Jaehyun was about to shout a warning at her, a flash of movement happened.

She turned around and kicked him squarely in the chest, he wasn't buff, and from what Jaehyun heard, that was a straight kick to the heart, she must be professionally trained. The figure fell down with his hand clenching his heart, he had a surprised expression, which was quickly replaced by a scowl, he definitely wasn't expecting that. She then kicked the pocket knife far away, her body slid down expertly with her handbag out reached, the huge steel chain of her handbag wrapped around the figure's neck once she kneeled down onto one of his arms, a huge crack resonating from the action.

“What kind of fucking psycho bitch are you?! I just wanted some money!"

She didn't reply, instead she dragged his body to a nearby pillar which had the emergency button for dire situations like this, she lifted him up and hit his head against the button. Immediately, the whole car park's alarm was triggered and soon after some guards rushed to see what happened. Once she saw the guards coming, she released the chains and threw him on the grown, Jaehyun could see the obvious frown on her face, but not any other feature due to the baseball cap she was wearing.

"You messed with the wrong bitch," her voice was as cold as ice.

When she opened her car trunk to retrieve something, Jaehyun approached her with his hands held high, he doesn’t want to trigger her any further, nor wish to fight a lady, especially not her, even if it’s just self defence.

"Miss?" Jaehyun called to her uncertainly.

When she looked back with her head held higher to see who it was, Jaehyun was floored. How could this be? 

"Y/N? It was you all along? You're the girl with the blonde hair who always placed bets on me?" Jaehyun questioned, thinking that this must be some sort of big mistake.

You didn't know whether getting your latest Bottega Veneta ruined by some motherfucker was unluckier, or the fact that your step brother just found out about your secret, how could you not figure out it was his voice?

"Jaehyun, I... Let's talk, I'll take us somewhere," you said with uncertainty, but your eyes weren’t avoiding his strong gaze anymore, nothing like the little step sister he thought he once knew.

You didn't know what was Jaehyun thinking, other than the obvious disbelief on his face. The two of you were silent in the car ride, you didn't really know where to take him for a secluded and life altering conversation, other than the cliff which overlooks Seoul's skyline, you hope there aren't any couples here tonight.

"How long have you known about me going to Monster?"  Jaehyun asked when he could no longer stand the questioning in his head, piercing the silence.

"Since the first time," you said, which made Jaehyun’s head jerk in surprise, but quickly composed himself to quickly solve this puzzle of mysteries.

"How did you know?"

“There are some things that I can tell just from my observation and just a bit of help from social networking. Like how I know you take a girl home after every match then leave in the middle of the night coming home with a scent of cheap perfume lingering in the air," you didn’t know why you wanted to add the last part, maybe you were a bit tired of playing the cat and mouse game with him when he has so many people lining up for him.

“You're not that clean either, are you? How did the money come about? And what would your dad think about this? Or my mom who thinks you're the most precious daughter in the world? What if I slipped up and accidentally told them about this little roleplay you have going on here?" Jaehyun taunted, a natural reaction to how you had threw around his private matters in such a snide manner.

"You wouldn't, because I know the reason why you came back to America so abruptly," you replied in a calm and cool tone, suppressing your anger.

Jaehyun's face instantly paled at the mention of his past.

"What do you mean?" Jaehyun asked in a rather hollow voice.

“Jeong Jaehyun, birthname Jeong Yoonoh, was born in Seoul, South Korea on 14th of February 1997. Your father is Jeong Eunsan who divorced your mother and moved to Connecticut on his own, he's an alcoholic and drug addict, he filed for a lawsuit to have you in his custody for five years for education reasons after he came clean from alcohol and drugs, the United States High Court approved of his appeal. So you left Seoul in 2010 and moved in with your father. But he got back on alcohol and drugs didn't he? That's why the two of you fought."

"How did you know all this?!"Jaehyun rounded on you from the passenger seat, seemingly wanting to hit something or someone for the frustration he’s feeling, but held himself back when he remembers it’s you, and nonetheless, a girl, he doesn’t hit girls. His eyes were a dark shade of brown, nearly black as his voice dips a lower intonation, the sight dangerous to anyone but you.

"I did some digging of my own," you replied calmly.

"Who are you? Are you even the baby sister I knew when I was a kid? Or the girl I took out for a ride just a few days ago? Who are you and what do you want from me?! And how are you filthy rich?! What do you even do for a living?! I feel like my whole life's a lie!" Jaehyun spats out, feeling like the ground underneath him shifted drastically, on the edge of loosing his footing, just like how he could barely comprehend what’s happening now.

“I don't want anything from you, Jaehyun. Some lies are said because they're easier to accept than the truth," you answered, hoping that this will be a suffice explanation to him, but knowing Jaehyun, you doubt it.

"I can't believe you lied to me, to our family, after all this time?!"

“Like you weren't planning to mess with me, seducing your little step sister, eager to expose my identity to my dad. A kettle calling a pot black, don’t you think? Do you enjoy inflicting pain upon others and yourself so much that you'll hurt anyone in your grasp? Your mom, your dad, the girls you slept with and left alone with broken hearts the next day, aren't those people enough for you? You think you're the only one who knows how to toy with people's hearts here, Jaehyun? What I'm doing to you now, is just a taste of your own medicine. You think I'm still that little naive 7 year old girl you had play dates with? You were gone for so long, things happen, and people change, and so did you Jaehyun."

Jaehyun's heart sank as he heard your piercing words he didn't mean to leave you as a child or become the monster he is today he didn't mean for any of this to happen, yet you lied to him after all this time the money, the fight club, your whole personality or what he thought it was all just a front.

His fingernails dug crescents into his palm as he took in all this information. For the first time, in so long, he was the one who was manipulated. Jeong Jaehyun defeated in his own game.

'Who is Y/N really? The girl with the frilly dresses who has her cute round glasses on whenever she's on her computer? Or the girl who sneaked out late at night in her leather jacket with all the money she wanted in the world?' Jaehyun thought to himself.

“Just tell me, how are you this rich? Where do you get all this money?" Jaehyun asked, not letting you off the hook, if it’s what he wants, you’ll give, it’s his consequent if the answer scarres him for life.

“Do you know how I played you so well, Jae? Because it's my job, I put up fake fronts for other people's real identities to be hidden. And you'd be surprised by how many people require these services from me. You think I'm the cruel one here? Open your eyes, pretty boy, it's a cruel world, and if you're not even half as evil as it is, then you'll naturally be the ones that are being deceived on your little fabricated rainbow bridge. I know what you did Jaehyun, I did some digging before you came back from the states, mom and dad bougt your little front, but I didn't. I was shocked when I made the discovery, just to let you know, he was pronounced dead by impact to his head. You and I both know what that means."

Jaehyun couldn't believe what he was hearing, he thought he had successfully left his past behind him. Only to have you uncover his crimes like popping a lid of a beer bottle, his hands are shaking from the shock of hearing you speak of what went down after he left his father.

“How am I still here then? Why isn't anyone cuffing me back?" Jaehyun questioned aloud, his mind completely mushed after hearing about your true profession and the truth of his sudden return from the states.

“I was there that same day to make amends of your faults, I was curious of how you were doing there. Only to find out that you weren't the same person anymore. They were worried every single day, I just wanted to make sure nothing happened to you, little did I know my skills would be needed there instead," you weren’t holding a grunge for what he’s became today, but till this day, it’s still hard to accept the fact that he was a whole different person entirely now.

"You cleaned up the body?" Jaehyun prodded further, hoping that you weren’t one of those cleaners for crimes.

“Do I look like I'll get my hands dirty? I was living there for two months just to observe, and I found out that there would be loan sharks asking for money everyday, not the most believable lot, carrying huge sticks and sometimes even knives, no? They even had criminal records beforehand. So I hacked into the security system and did some movie magic. The video of you going home and leaving with bloody hands was deleted and replaced with the video of the loan sharks looking for your father from the day before. And so the court was convinced that they were the killers given that they had existing brutality offences. And that's how I got you off the hook," you explained, somewhat proud that you could pull something off without any preparations at that time.

“Why did you help me? In America, the money I earn now, it's all your doing. Why?" Jaehyun questioned.

You didn't really know why either, you helped him escape his crime in America because you took pity on him, after all, he was in your life for a short period of time. But you couldn't really put a finger on why you wanted to help him here, other than the fact you did get money from his fights, albeit not that decent of an amount compared to your other earnings.

“Because my dad loves you, he wouldn't want anything to happen to you. If he knew, it would kill him, and I do appreciate your mom being in my life, this is the most I can do for them. As for the bets, it's just as form of gambling and quick cash, nothing to it."

Jaehyun hummed, his mind in deep thought.

"So is anything going to change between the two of us?" Jaehyun was directing the question to you as much as to himself.

You fingered the tiffany on your wrist, ignoring his line of sight.

"Nothing is going to change, I'll continue to bet on your fights at night, then I'll be your little sister in the morning who stays out of your way," you finally looked up after replying his question, an unreadable smile on your lips that leaves Jaehyun curious.

"Deal," it’s not like there’s any other better way to access the situation.

"I'll drive you back to the club to retrieve your bike."

You decided to crash at Irene and Seulgi's for the night, not knowing how to comprehend what just happened. However, when you got there, a man you didn't recognize was sitting on the couch. You quickly pulled your gun from the back of your pants, pointing at the back of his head.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" You questioned in a cold steely voice that you used only in missions you once particapated in.

When the man turned back, a handsome face greeted you, his brow quirked up in a questioning manner.

"I should be asking you that, little girl."

“I'm no little girl, answer the goddamn question!" you were loosing your cool, scared that something happened to Irene and Seulgi.

"Y/N! Put the gun down, that's Irene's boyfriend!" Seulgi said as she came out of her bedroom, hands flailing, not knowing whether to grab your gun or stand in front of the man.

"Seulgi? You know this man? What do you mean Irene's boyfriend? Why haven't I ever met him? you asked, lowering your gun slightly.

"I go to the toilet for one minute and I see my baby pointing a gun at my boyfriend that she's not supposed to know, just fucking great," Irene said before plopping down the sofa next to her boyfriend, hands reached up to massage her temples.

"So he's not a threat?"

"Not to us, you can say," Seulgi chipped in.

“I'll do the talking Seulgi ah, don't interrupt. Y/N, this is Junmyeon my boyfriend of three years. And Junmyeon, this is Y/N, she's like a sister to me, so don't you dare hurt a single strand of her hair.”

“Wait a minute. Junmyeon, as in Kim Junmyeon, EXO Suho, Kim Enterprise CEO? Head of criminal syndicate EXO Suho?" You spewed out, bewildered that the man of many identities, and many of them dangerous, was sitting on this very couch that you’re too familiar with.

“That's why I didn't want to let you know. I didn't want to rope you into any danger, you're so young Y/N, you shouldn't be involved with anyone who has any relations with a mafia leader," Irene explained in a disappointed tone, her head looking down in shame.

"Irene rejected him a few times because of your safety, and also Yeri's, but since she's at London, she's much safer," Seulgi supplied, hoping that telling you this would decrease the chances of you having an outburst of emotions, you must be facing some difficulties if you’re here at this hour.

You sat down on the couch, trying to take in all the information that's being thrown at you for the past 15 minutes or so, your brain trying to connect the dots and piece a proper response to this.

“Y/N ah, why are you here tonight? And why is your favorite bag in shreds? Did someone attack you?!" Irene quickly takes your face into her hands, checking for any injuries, then checking your hands, gasping at the slight scratch.

"What happened?!"

“Someone wanted to rob me on the way back after I came out from your fight club. In other words he's probably suffering from a rib damage, skull damage, et cetera," you replied in a monotonous way, tired from all the events of late.

"I’ve taught you well," Seulgi said with a proud smile on her face, she was, after all the one who taught you her vast knowledge of martial arts.

"Thanks Seulgi," you said, thinking back to the time when you first joined them, but your thoughts were cut short when your eyes laid back on the man in front of you.

"Anyways, tell me a bit about yourself, Junmyeon, since we're going to be stuck with each other until end of time, unless you deicide to cross Irene, then I'll have to feed your head to the hounds," you added the last part in a threatening tone.

“Feisty just like her mom. I'm Junmyeon of Kim Enterprise, the oldest brother of the four Kim brothers. And I'm also EXO's Suho, Seoul's largest illegal weapons manufacturer," Suho rattled off the facts that everyone in Seoul knows, but this isn’t going to cut if for you.

“I know that already. I did my research when I helped Kim Jongin transfer his dirty funds to the offshore accounts I set up for him. Tell me how your family started EXO," you suggested, always had an interest to how such a large scale syndicate started off.

“My great grandfather was part of a Japanese weapons manufacturing base, he was a spy for the Korean government many decades ago. He left the mission after he had successfully acquired enough knowledge on how to make their weapons, along with establishing connections inside so that he'll always receive updates. When the war was going on, he reported everything to the Korean government, then the war ended and he started his own business since that was the only knowledge he held worthy of putting bread on the table, and so the business has been going on ever since. Since I told you my origins, tell me yours, that is only fair," Junmyeon prompted.

“I met Irene when I was 14. I had no friends then, other than Yeri who was a year older than me. Irene spotted us exchanging a perfume bottle of this bitch who bullied us into a bottle full of onion juice, since she liked spraying it onto her face obnoxiously. Yeri caused a distraction while I hid underneath the stands, exchanging the bottles. She saw everything and offered us a job in her greatest money heist, I stole a key card while Yeri made a fuss about wanting to see her mom who doesn't even work there. After we pulled that off, Irene and Seulgi took us in, Irene teaching me her digital hacking skills and Seulgi teaching me her martial arts skills everyday after school. Then I branched out on my own after acquiring a different set of skills I learned on the dark web."

"Let me guess, the off shore accounts?"

"Bingo. I wanted to be independent too, can't always depend on Irene, and it proved me right, since she's probably going to get married and stuff soon,” you said, eyeing him expectantly. 

"Hey, who said I was leaving you?" Irene complained, a hand slapping your head lightly before going back to your wounds.

"You'll have real babies to baby in the future, I'm excited," you said sincerely, knowing that a couple this good looking would have the most beautiful children in the world.

"To be off the hook?" Junmyeon quipped in.

"That as well," you said before bursting into laughter at Irene’s shocked expression.

"I can't believe my boyfriend and my baby is ganging up on me," Irene said in a huff.

"Seulgi's enjoying the show," you said after glancing at her gleeful expression.

"I live with this woman, I can't talk shit about her, so do please continue."

“I'm done patching you up Y/N, Seulgi prepare her room, she's gonna stay here tonight. And as for you mister, you better head home, don't keep your mom worried, I'll see you tomorrow,” Irene said before ushering a reluctant Junmyeon.

All of you said your goodbyes to Junmyeon, grateful that Irene knew you needed some time alone. You quickly washed up and changed into comfy pjs, Irene sitting on your bed waiting for you to talk. You crawled into bed, laying down your head onto her leg.

“I'll say it once, and I'll say it again. I'm really grateful for what you've given me, although illegal for most things, but I can't imagine life any other way. So please don't kill me because he found out."

"Who?! Jaehyun?!" Irene asked, immediately assuming the worst ‘he’ she could possibly think of.

"Yeah. He rushed out from the club, and followed me. He's not telling them anything, but we had a talk about his past and stuff."

"Was he shaken up?"

“He handled it as best as he could you can say, he's a fighter, not a killer. It's different to us compared to him," you guessed.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about the Junmyeon thing as well, I just wanted to keep you safe."

“It's fine. He's nice, for now. And I want you to be happy too," you said genuinely.

"Thank you. What about Jaehyun? What is he to you?" Irene asked, always had a hunch about your feelings.

"A friend."

"That's all?"

“I'm not going to fall for him when all he does is pick up girls after fights. What about the Kim brothers? Are they hot?" you asked, curious to see what else the family holds.

“Jongin's a player, but you already know that. Jongdae's married with a daughter, and Minseok is a mystery. But I don't want you marrying into a mafia family, Y/N. Don't make the mistakes I'm going to make, I want you to be safe," Irene lectured.

"I'm fine, I can protect myself perfectly well."

“I just want what's best for you. It's getting late, I'll make you a cup of tea in Bunny and Rabbit's take away cup tomorrow, okay? In case you get there after they wake up," Irene said, mindful of your parents.

You smiled at how thoughtful Irene is, always leaving her cafe's paper cups in her home as a decoy for you to use when you get back in the morning.

"Yeah. Goodnight mom."

“I'm your sister, Y/N ah, stop making me sound old. And Goodnight to you too."

“Here are two tickets for a cruise trip,” you said, handing the tickets to your dad.

Your dad’s eyes light up at your surprise, along with your step mother’s who stopped watching her latest drama, letting it run on the tv.

“What? How come?” Your dad asks as he reads the details of the tickets.

“My boss gave me a larger bonus this time around, so I decided to get you guys something, since dad would be off for summer holidays in a week’s time, it’s just in time to board the cruise,” you explained.

“Honey, you should spend your hard earned money on yourself.”

“It’s okay dad, I have enough money, don’t worry. I wanted to get you this, since you were so stressed about your students the other day. A change of scenery from the university would be good for you,” you said before taking a seat on the sofa across them.

“Y/N’s right, you deserve a holiday this summer. Thank you so much Y/N, you’ve always been such a good daughter to us,” your stepmom said, grateful that you never once shunned her off like most people she had read about would.

“No problem. It’s getting late, I’ll head to bed. Night dad, night mom,” you said before giving your dad a hug.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You got into your room and shut your door before texting Irene.

‘It worked, I can attend the gala with you.’

‘Great. Can’t wait to see you there.’

It was around 1 a.m., when someone interrupted you from your work by knocking lightly on your door. You got up to open it to reveal Jaehyun’s fluffy mob of hair poking into the small gap of your door.

“This is unexpected.”

“Can’t I come check in my little sister?” Jaehyun replied with a boyish smile.

“Right, very convincing,” you said, sarcasm evident.

You are skeptic of his motive, but nonetheless allowed him into your room before anyone comes into the hallway. Jaehyun laid down on your bed, his large frame taking up most of the space, so you opted sitting on your desk chair.

“What are you really here for?”

Jaehyun sat up from your bed, his dimples obvious because of his cheeky smile.

“My little sister truly knows me best, doesn’t she? I’ve been wondering why are you suddenly sending away your dad and my mom for two months straight?Definitely not because of some bonus you made up.”

“My step brother still knows me best, doesn’t he? There’s this gala hosted by Kim Industries, and my friend’s going, but she doesn’t know anyone there. Since I know some of the attendees, I volunteered to attend it with her,” you supplied, leaving out the part about Junmyeon.

“You’re going to a gala without a date?” Jaehyun asked like it was the most outrageous thing ever.

“I just thought of going alone,” just like back in junior high’s prom. 

“Can I come?”

“You like galas?” you were surprised to say the least.

“Just because I fight for a living, doesn’t mean I can’t do elegance,” Jaehyun said in a defensive tone, deeming your shocked expression somewhat offensive.

“Sure, just don’t get bored and beg to go home,” knowing how impatient he is.

“As long as you get me a suit,” Jaehyun said before crashing onto your bed, he had taken a liking to lying down onto your fluffy sheets.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he takes in your dress for tonight’s gala.

Jaehyun stared at you with awe in his eyes as he does a once over, not the ones that he usually does that make him look like a predator eyeing its prey, but a look filled with slight admiration and wonder that would’ve made your blush obvious if it weren’t for the artificial blush on your cheeks.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Dior suites you.”

“Thank you.”

You were wearing an A line Louis Vuitton skater dress with a belt of the same brand to highlight the curve of your waist. You were wearing your usual red lip gloss that Jaehyun first caught eye of. Heels and bag that matches Jaehyun’s suit, and last but not least, a diamond necklace from Van Cleef and Arpel’s adorning your collar.

“Why are you driving?” Jaehyun complained whilst getting into the passenger seat of your car.

“Because this is my car, and you drive like a reckless mad man on your bike,” you deadpanned as you revved the engine to life.

“Fine, fair enough,” Jaehyun said in a sulking tone.

Jaehyun wanted to give a go at your car, but obviously you cherish it like your own bone and flesh, given its price, making Jaehyun grumble in the passenger seat.

The venue of the gala was the Kim family’s holiday estate up on a cliff, the  location, based on your knowledge, costed a fortune that even you’ll have to save up from at least 20 jobs. You parked your car inside the estate’s huge underground parking space, next to cars that costed just as much, at least you don’t look like a fish among sharks here.

A servant guided you up to the center court of the estate, where everything is happening, a waiter immediately passing you and Jaehyun a flute of champagne.

“Do you always attend fancy parties?” Jaehyun asked as he takes in the scene.

“No, this is my first,” you said before taking a sip from the glass.

“Then how are you so calm?”

“I’ve been in enough life threatening situations that these parties don’t have an effect on me anymore,” you said as you scan the crowd for Irene.

“Sounds interesting, where do I sign up?”

“That adrenaline seeker inside you would kill you one day.”

“Can’t help it, I’m addicted to danger.”

“Y/N, you’re here,” Irene said after struggling through a crowd, Junmyeon following close by.

“Irene, Junmyeon. I know who are the best dressed couple tonight,” you said in awe at their matching dress and suit, looking like modern royalty.

“And you must be Jaehyun. I’m Irene, Y/N’s close friend. How nice to finally meet you,” Irene introduced herself before sticking a hand out for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Irene,” Jaehyun said as he shook her hand with a friendly smile.

“This is my boyfriend, Junmyeon,” Irene gestured at her beau.

The two men shook hands and gave each other polite smiles. Irene directed you and Jaehyun to your respective seats for dinner after Junmyeon excused himself to get ready for his speech. The three of you sat down at the table as dinner started. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, other than the applauses given to Junmyeon after his aspiring speech on how he would improve the company came to an end.

There were people at the table who questioned Irene of her background rather rudely but you didn’t take any drastic actions other than throwing back mildly sarcastic remarks because Irene kept a hand on your knee, squeezing your leg whenever you’re on the edge of crossing the line, with Junmyeon resisting to laugh at the such an amusing scene.

“You should’ve let Y/N continue, I love how she roasted Aunt Soohyun about her wig being bigger than her brain,” Junmyeon whispered.

“Junmyeon! Don’t encourage her.”

Jaehyun was mostly silent, until Junmyeon chatted him up about the recent football season. Jaehyun was surprisingly helpful, asking the waiter to refill your cup of water when you finished, reminding you that your lip gloss had faded  significantly after you finished your meal. He even helped you hold your hair back as you had dinner.

After dinner, all of the guest started socialising, walking and talking freely. At one point when Jaehyun left your side for the washroom, a handsome man made strides towards your direction.

“Y/N. It’s been a long time,” the blonde male said.

“Kun. How long has it been? Two three years?”

“I suppose so, and you still look at beautiful as ever.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself too,” complimenting him back.

Qian Kun, the CEO of WayV, a communications company in China and Korea, as well as some other hidden companies that not everyone knows about, the reason he contacted you the first place years, and one of the very few customers you slept with.

“What brings you here tonight?”

“I’m friends with Irene.”

“What a small world, isn’t it? Junmyeon and her look so well together, imagine their kids.”

Kun was pointing at Junmyeon and Irene who were dancing flawlessly in the middle of the ballroom.

“They’ll make the Kardashians cower in shame.”

“May I have a dance, Y/N?” Kun asked when the last song came to a stop.

“Lead the way, Kun,” how could you say no to a handsome face like him?

He took you hand in his and guided you to the dance floor. When you placed your hands on his shoulder, you could feel that he had gotten much more fitter these years, muscles flexing at every tiny movement. His eyes never left yours, other than the little flickers down to your lips when he thought you weren’t looking.

“I missed you Y/N.”

Next thing you knew, Kun was kissing you with those plump lips of his. The two of you had danced to the side of the room, Kun broke free from the kiss and led you to an empty hallway where you kissed him back immediately. Kun’s hands wandered freely over your figure, one of his hand going under your skirt, the slight squeeze on your inner thigh making you moan into the kiss. Just when his hand was reaching higher, someone pulled him off you.

“What?”

“Who the fuck are you and why are you touching her?!”

Kun scowled at the sight of Jaehyun, laughing at his angry face.

“When did you get yourself this boy toy Y/N? I would be a much better candidate for you tonight, Y/N.”

“Get away from us!” Jaehyun hollers, his anger getting out of hand.

“My apologies, I didn’t know she was taken.”

Kun walked away, leaving you with a livid Jaehyun.

“What were you thinking Y/N?! Letting a stranger touch you like that!”

“Stop shouting! He’s not a stranger, he’s someone I used to know and it’s none of your business to care!”

You stormed out of the estate, heading to the garden which led to the edge of the cliff, the sight of the beautiful sky calming your nerves immediately. You heard footsteps following you, no doubt it was Jaehyun, wanting to shout in your ear furthermore.

“Y/N!”

“I don’t want to see you, Jae. Go back inside,” you said as you let your legs take you further out into the open.

But Jaehyun and his damned long legs caught up with you in no time, he held onto one of your arms, tugging you back to look at him. When your eyes landed on his apologetic face, your heartstrings tugged lightly against the anger in your mind, but you remained your cold composure, eyes narrowing at him.

“What was that huh, Jaehyun? You think you really are my brother or boyfriend? That you can boss me around as you please? What makes you think you can stop me from touching other men when you sleep with every other girl after each match? Why can’t I do the same thing as you? Say something! You have nothing to offer? What are you? Five? Cat caught your tongue so easily? Fuck you, Jeong Jaehyun, you don’t even have the guts to admit your feelings.”

You tugged your arm out of his grip, walking as quickly as you can to the edge of the cliff, taking off your heels. When you started walking to the end slowly, you were pulled back by Jaehyun, the two of you falling onto the soft grass.

“I admit it! I admit it! I love you, okay? Just don’t fucking jump off the cliff. What were you thinking?”

You sat up from his embrace, the cold of the night grazing your exposed skin immediately, the tears in the corner of his eyes caught you by surprise.

“You mean it?” You questioned, shock that he’d be so honest about his feelings so suddenly.

“Of course I mean it. God, you gave me a heart attack.”

Jaehyun pulled you into his arms once again, his head on your shoulder, his nose rubbing the curve of your neck as his hands hold you tight, not wanting you to leave.

“You’re addicted to the adrenaline rush and inflicting pain, just thought this combination would make you own up to your own feelings.”

“You planned this?! What if I didn’t stop you?!”

“I had faith in you.”

“You’re crazy. What did I do in my previous life to end up with a mad woman like you? And what do you mean I’m addicted to inflicting pain? I mean to some degree for adrenaline rush, but pain?” Jaehyun questioned acting out shockingly, hoping that his denial may be able to mask this issue of his, or more accurately put by you, one out of two of his addictions.

“Just admit it, no one other than you fights with such madness, Mr J, I can see it in your eyes after every one of your victories,” you rounded on him, eyes narrowing at his, purposely using his stage name instead.

“Fine, I might be addicted to the pain I receive as well as inflict on others physically, and maybe the girls I slept with, but that’s more of an after match celebratory thing and I wasn’t considerate of their feelings, but nonetheless, I never wanted to harm you, yes, I might have wanted to manipulate your innocence at first, but that was before I started having feelings for you, I meant it when I said I love you,” Jaehyun explained, pouring his whole heart out to you, his eyes silently pleading for your understanding.

“I guess I love you too, coward, now let’s get back inside, it’s getting too cold for my liking,” you said as you wore your heels.

“What do you mean you guess? Hey, wait up!” Jaehyun stared at your retreating figure, trying to decipher your words before jogging up to pester you further about it,

Although Jaehyun and you hadn’t spent that much time together, but the bond since you had as kids never really faded, things just felt like they fall into place whenever you’re with him, the beauty of the little pieces of emotions clicking together like an intricate puzzle, just like how his aggressiveness balances your cool and calm exterior.

Jaehyun and you have surprisingly got along well, he was more honest with you about his feelings and trauma towards his past. You suggested him to find professional help, but he didn’t want anyone suspecting him of killing his father and said that talking to you already helps a great deal. The two of you would talk about anything and everything on a Thursday night, a time where both of you would sit down and genuinely talk to each other over a bottle of wine as your parents still aren’t back from their trip yet.

“You can say anything you want, especially if there’s things going through your head. I don’t want you to bottle up your feelings anymore okay?”

“Okay,” Jaehyun said as he caressed the curve of your side gently as you leaned your body against his, his warmth seeping through even with the layers of clothing.

It hasn’t been an easy journey, being with Jaehyun, but all couples go through ups and downs together regardless, you didn’t care if it was relatively harder, with his anger management and trust issues, the happiness he has brought into your life has etched inside your heart like an anchor and its ship.

Jaehyun wanted you to stop bidding so much money on him after the two of you got together, but you didn’t want to stop, since this was the reason the two of you had bloom into lovers. You are a rather sentimental person towards particular milestones. The person you were years ago would’ve been in disbelief towards your change of attitude towards a relationship commitment. 

Every night, you’d go to bed wishing that these beautiful moments wouldn’t ever cease into nothingness.

Monster is rather crowded tonight, the underground fighting club is getting more and more popular among the young in Seoul, which makes pending background checks on the attendees before matches rather hard for the staff of Monster. The pending invites take around 2 months per person. But the amount of new faces and old faces alike never made Jaehyun nervous, in fact he could spot a few banners with his stage name, Mr J scrawled messily among the club goers.

Jaehyun used to fight with turmoil in his head as he uses fighting as a form of therapy for his past traumas, but ever since you helped  him through things, it has cleared his head of anger and finds it easier to focus on his opponents’ movements. Ever since then, he started calling you his lucky charm, if it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have made such a large improvement on his skills.

The fight began as usual with you watching him from a nearby balcony on the second floor. His opponent was a man who’s around his strength and height. Jaehyun although changed his way of thinking during a match, hasn’t changed one bit of his favourite tactic, manipulation.

Jaehyun took a painful hit on his stomach from his opponent. Although he told you he won’t take pain as a form of stress relief anymore, he still takes it like a champ in order to take down his opponent. Right when he feigns hurt, hugging his stomach slightly, his opponent chooses to use a wide swing as his grand finale, planning to finish Jaehyun off. But because of Jaehyun’s quick eye and experience, Jaehyun immediately lifts his right arm up to punch the joint of his opponent’s elbow forcefully bending it to an upwards angle that definitely hurts a lot, the crack of the bone being dislocated loud even amongst the crowds’ cheer. What Jaehyun didn’t expect was that his opponent took a swing at him with his other hand even through the midst of all the pain he experienced from his injury Jaehyun inflicted upon, bruising the corner of Jaehyun’s eye.

Jaehyun could feel anger boiling up his chest as he charges at his opponent like a bull, throwing hits all over his opponent’s head as well as stomach. At first his opponent tried to stand up, but gave up when he moved and felt the pain of his injuries digging into his flesh, hitting the floor of the ring five times to admit his defeat.

Jaehyun pulled himself up when he heard the bell rang, waking him up from his haze of anger. He looked up, hoping to see you smile because of his victory, yet you had disappeared.

There was a slight error with the cameras for the live stream of the match for fans online, so Lucas went to get you to fix it before the club loses any earnings just because of a slight malfunction, forcing you to leave Jaehyun’s fight. When you were done fixing them, the walk towards your spot of the ring was rather long, so the match ended before you reached there.

Jaehyun’s left eye started to swollen from the hit he received from his opponent, making everything look blurry if he concentrated his sight on the left. Just as he was about to leave the ring, a girl got up and kissed him. He immediately pushed her away when he realised it wasn’t you, although a similar shade of platinum blonde.

“Jaehyun! Did you miss me? That was such a great match. Wanna hang out at my place after this?” The perky blonde chick suggested in a rather annoying voice, immediately getting on Jaehyun’s nerves, like the throbbing in his eye isn’t giving him a bad headache already.

“Who are you? And why the fuck did you kiss me?” Jaehyun questioned, anger laced in his voice.

“I’m Brittany, we met here, and fucked at a night club downtown, remember? Why don’t we do just that now, you loved it the last time,” she praticcaly purred at him, ridiculous. 

“What the fuck?! Fuck off!”

When Jaehyun pushed the girl away, he could see you standing outside the ring, anger and disbelief written across your face. That’s when you took off right in front of him, running towards the exit faster than you’ve ever before.

“Jaehyun, who is she?!”

Jaehyun ignored the girl, and pushed past the masses of people, running into the carpark where you usually parked your car, but when he got there, you were already gone, only a familiar whiff of your perfume in the stale air left.

You were speeding way past the speed limit, but you didn’t care. Nothing matters when your heart feels like its been chewed and spat out like it was dirt. You didn’t cry, even though you want to. You can only hear the voices in your head taunting you for your foolishness.

‘You knew he was a player and still you fell for him.’

‘You should’ve seen it coming, just because you pour your heart out for him, doesn’t mean he’ll cherish it.’

‘You were just like him a few years ago, this is probably karma.’

You pulled into Irene and Seulgi’s place, a miracle that you arrived without a single crash. You were so glad that your parents’ cruise lasted until next month. You leant back into your seat, the stress and fatigue you felt for the past moments finally crashing onto you. That’s when you received a call from Jungwoo, the money launderer you worked with.

“Yo, Y/N. I got a job for you.”

You have to leave for Switzerland, where Jungwoo was based at and where you arrange off shore accounts. You had to meet with a client in Incheon to discuss the details of the deal before boarding your flight hours prior.

The client wasn’t a hard case, so you had time to kill before you need to board for your flight. So you typed out the details to Jungwoo in an encrypted message to speed things up when you got there, right when you’re done, it was time to board the plane. On the flight, you mostly slept and watched movies to pass time, trying to distract yourself from the constant ache in your heart that was starting to numb into emptiness. You remember a conversation you had with Jaehyun about Switzerland once. 

“I really like the snow capped mountains and green hills there. It’s beautiful all year round,” Jaehyun said as he watched the tv play out an episode of some show on Discovery.

“I can take you there if you want to, since I’m so familiar of the country from all the jobs,” you offered.

“I’d love that. Spending time with you in a cabin with a beautiful winter scene right outside our window sounds like heaven to me.”

You hate how your mind just instantly clicks everything back to Jaehyun, you scooted lower into your seat of the taxi to avoid the once beautiful scenery now scarred in your memory.

“What brings you here days earlier than you should? Family problems? Not likely. Boy problems?” Jungwoo egged on as he takes in your rather disheleved look.

You only sighed in response, you loved Jungwoo with all your life, but the events from these past days made your patience run on thin ice.

“Nothing, Woo.”

“Come on, tell me. You already talked to the client and I looked through the files, nothing needs to be amended, so we have plenty of time,” Jungwoo said as he pops in a chocolate truffle in his mouth, all ears for the latest take on your personal life.

He was patting the seat next to him on the sofa, you plopped down reluctantly, not expecting an ambush this soon from him as it was already 2 a.m. Switzerland time.

“Remember Jaehyun?”

“The hot step brother that had you chasing his tail and fixing his shit in the states?” Jungwoo asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes, that one.”

“What happened? Not another crime I hope, the only thing illegal he does now is fighting at Irene noona’s club. Unless?”

“No, it has nothing to do with the law.”

“Then?” Jungwoo has his attention trained now, he didn’t even bother to reach for another chocolate.

“We fell in love.”

“Thought so, but something happened recently, I suppose?”

“Yeah, I caught him kissing another girl after his match when I walked away to fix something, you know, like last time, when he would sleep with girls after every match.”

“Honey, Y/N. Not every fuckboy is ‘fixable’ no matter how much care and affection you shove up his ass. That’s just how men work,” he said with a click of his tongue, thinking back to the problems he had with men.

“You’re a man.”

“I’m gay, we think differently, and I’m out of my hoe phase. Doyoung is so adorable, you can meet him after we settle the accounts tomorrow.”

“Sure, Woo. I’m gonna head to bed, night,” you said before leaving to Jungwoo’s guest room, which is more of your third home now.

“Night.”

After you were done with the job and checked to make sure you received the fees, you decided to stay a few more days with Jungwoo, meeting his boyfriend as well as taking road trips to different parts of Switzerland all over again, trying to forget about the ache in your heart. It was a few days later at a resort where Jungwoo cornered you at the pub, since he didn’t want to say anything in front of Doyoung, and that man was rather clingy at times, which was a perfect match for Jungwoo

“You know you’re welcomed to spend time with me, but don’t you think you should talk to him? Instead of spending lonely nights drinking different cocktails in different hotels? Hell, you’re not even looking at those hot dudes that were checking you out, usually you’ll take one back for the night. What happened to the old Y/N?” Jungwoo questioned.

“I’m still me, Woo. I’m just not feeling it I guess,” sleeping around after a heartbreak was one of your known as one of your coping mechanisms to Jungwoo, but this heartbreak feels closer to home than the others, which was a given.

“You know, you didn’t even give a chance the poor boy to explain himself before you hopped on a plane and travelled oceans away. It might be a misunderstanding, you never know. Girls in that club can be really crazy, drugs and alcohol, that chick might have mistook your man for someone else. Go home, Y/N. Talk it out, and if he really did that on purpose, well I know a few assassins in Seoul.”

“I don’t want to kill him, Woo,” you deadpanned before downing another shot.

“Just kidding, but I’m serious, take the next flight home, since we’re this near to the nearest airport.”

“Fine, okay,” you sighed.

“Good, now last one, no more alcohol for you tonight,” Jungwoo holds his own shot high for yours to clink.

Once you landed in Incheon, it was around half past ten at night, the duty free shops were starting to shutter after you checked out. You booked a cab and left the airport. Before reaching home, you received a call from Lucas, which was odd, since you told them not to contact you unless it was an emergency.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, thank god you picked up. Where are you?”

“I just landed and I’m reaching home. Why are you calling me?” you asked, checking the time on your watch to predict what problems they’re facing.

“It’s Jaehyun, he’s drunk and he got himself into a match.”

“Why did you let him?!” you questioned in disbelief, a hand reaching up to ruffle your hair, a habit you had whenever you needed to think up of a solution quickly.

“Well, the people were protesting because we didn’t let him fight for a few days already, since he was drunk as well, but the people demanded for winnings from his matches, and I don’t think I can hold off the people’s demands. They won’t listen to me or Johnny, and Jaehyun is being an ass here, insisting on fighting no matter what,” Lucas said over the line, the voices of the audience in the background, it sounded very pack tonight.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” you said before hanging up.

You cursed under your breath, telling the driver to speed up. If you needed to save his ass, you can’t do it with your real identity.

When you reached the fight club, you ran as fast as you could to the front, the people giving you space to move willingly. They weren’t sure who you were, but from the way you ordered Lucas and Johnny around, you must hold power over this club. As you neared the ring, you could hear a gruff voice shouting over the cheers of the audience.

“You’re gonna die, Mr. J! I waited for this day long enough, sweet, sweet revenge!”

Jaehyun was lying on the ground, movements shaky as he tried to scoot away from his opponent as he prepares to strike one last punch on Jaehyun’s head, without thinking twice, you jumped into the ring as fast as your legs could take you, you slid down and tripped Jaehyun’s opponent by sliding a kick as hard as you could on both his legs, making the large burly man fall onto his knees.

“How dare you stop me from my victory?!”

“This match is unfair! Mr J is drunk! Leave at once!” You ordered.

“I don’t care, no matter how much you pay me, I’m going to settle this once and for all! And a little girl like you isn’t going to stop me! I’ll fight you if I have to!” Jaehyun’s opponent threatened.

“Bring it on, motherfucker,” you said before putting on the gloves that Johnny had thrown on your side of the ring, mouthing the word sorry before getting back to the monitors.

Jaehyun’s opponent charged at you, like a bull that was tempted by the colour red, his eyes wild in frenzy after almost defeating Jaehyun. You jumped as high as you could, legs pointing at him like an arrow, striking him down like a target dummy, taking advantage of his crouched position when he charged at you. You started punching his face as you held him down with your legs, constricting his hands, but unfortunately for you, the amount of muscles he had on his abdomen enabled him to sit up and slam you onto the ground.

You hissed in pain as you felt the pressure of the way he threw you down from that height. You quickly rolled over when he wanted to land a punch on you, the only upside about your opponent being large was that he was slow as well. So you jumped onto his back, your thighs choking him as you landed punch after punch on his head. But you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it up if you didn’t finish him once and for all, so you placed all your weight onto him as well as tipping your figure downwards, forcing him to fall back forwards, you used all your strength by rising up your feet slightly before stomping onto his stomach, making him lose his balance, the fall made the pain in his stomach increase tenfold as you had him sandwiched underneath the force from your feet and the hard floor. The sound of something cracking underneath your feet loud as the audience had silence themselves to take in the extraordinary fight in front of them, it must’ve been his ribs.

The man underneath you coughed out blood along with the words of surrender and medic. Once the coast was clear, you rushed down the ring where Jaehyun was, he was unconcious.

“What’s wrong with him?” you asked the medic attending to him.

“We think he had too many punches on his head, it’s best you send him to the hospital immediately Ms Y/N.”

“Johnny! Take him to my car!”

“Right away.”

You checked your limbs and your eye sight, your legs were a bit shaky, and you were littered with bruises, but you didn’t care as you ran to where your car was parked a few blocks down, Jaehyun in Johnny’s arms. Johnny placed Jaehyun in the backseat once you opened the car doors.

“I’ll take it from here, take care of the situation at the club, don’t let things get out of hand.”

“Okay, you’re sure you can drive?” Johnny asked one last time, he knows you’ve been in worse situations, but he didn’t want to lose his boss.

“Yeah,” you said before closing your door, your limbs going into autopilot to get the car started.

You sped as fast as you could, shifting gears every once in a while to make it to the hospital in record speed. You didn’t stop until you reached the hospital’s emergency drop off.

“Help! He’s heavily injured, someone tried to rape me and he fought the guy, but the guy hurt his head a few times before he gave up,” you said in a frantic tone, making the lie seem even more believable. 

The nurse you were talking to quickly flagged down a team of medic, putting Jaehyun onto a stretcher and wheeling him into the hospital.

“Are you fine, miss? You look injured as well,” the nurse inquired when she took in some of your visible injuries.

“I’m fine, I need to park my car then I’ll get checked myself.”

“Very well.”

You quickly parked your car and retrieved your leather jacket from the trunk, not wanting to draw attention on yourself because of the bruises. You dashed to the reception desk, asking for Jaehyun’s whereabouts.

“He’s currently in Room 512 Level 3 receiving surgery, he’ll be out in 2 hours.”

“Thank you,” you breathed a sigh of relief.

“There you are! I’ll be tending to your wounds.”

Just your luck, the nurse from before cornered you once you turned back. Directing you to one of the emergency area.

“There are bruises all over your arms as well as behind your head, and these are the only ones I can see,” she said as she pressed gently onto the slight swell behind your head.

“I’m fine, miss, thank you so much,” you said as you sat up from the bed.

“Wait, at least let me check your eye sight. You might have damaged your brain from the injuries behind your head.”

You reluctantly sat back down, frustrated that you couldn’t be with Jaehyun. Once she was done, you rushed to the surgery room just as Jaehyun was being wheeled out.

“How is his condition, doctor?”

“He only had a gnash behind his head, fortunately missing his neck. He was unconscious mostly because of the hits he received on his head and the alcohol in his system. He should wake up tomorrow morning after the anaesthesia passes.”

“Thank you so much, doctor,” you said before bowing to him.

“You’re welcome.”

You followed the nurses who wheeled him in, tucking him in the blankets, since he was always sensitive of the cold.

“I’ll come see you tomorrow. I promise,” you said as you squeezed his hand before leaving his room.

When you got back to Irene’s condo, a collective gasp rang out as you took off your leather jacket.

“When Johnny said it was bad, he wasn’t lying,” Seulgi said as she poured a glass of water for you.

“The guy I took down was second to Jaehyun in the club, I think I did okay. I always got bruises from our jobs anyways,” you said before crashing onto the sofa, the familiar ache ringing out in your senses.

“Maybe you got a bit rusty,” Seulgi said as she passed you the glass.

“No I didn’t.”

Right after you finished your sentence, Seulgi threw a knife at you. You avoided the knife by moving your head at a speed that you were very much used to after the many training sessions as well as missions.

“Not bad.”

“Seulgi! What did I say about impaling knives on our walls?!” Irene complained, eyes widening at your wounds, but let out a sigh of relief when she could smell the medicine on your skin, but continued eyeing your wounds with worried eyes.

“I was just testing her, I’ll fix it tomorrow, promise,” she replied with a cheeky smile, hoping that she wouldn’t get an earful from Irene by looking cute.

“Y/N ah, there’s something Johnny sent me after you left for Switzerland.”

Irene handed you her laptop, a CCTV footage of the club showing up. It was taken from the camera that was right on top of the ring that had 360 degrees angle, just in case anyone played unfairly.

The video showed the night of the match right where you walked out from, you could see yourself run out of the scene. Followed by Jaehyun pushing the girl off him and seemingly shouting at her before rushing out to look for you.

“I think he wasn’t cheating on you, Y/N ah, he didn’t seem too happy about the girl,” Irene suggested.

“I might have jumped to conclusions too soon,” you said solemnly, realising that you have mistaken Jaehyun because of his past.

You had unconciously began twirling at the necklace on your neck, something you did whenever you held much uncertainty, which Irene noticed.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, I would’ve freaked out if I were in your shoes as well,” Irene consoled.

“Yeah, I’m gonna head to bed, night,” more like lying on bed thinking about how you’re indirectly the cause of what happened tonight.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

Jaehyun was wincing when he opened his eyes, the white lights and the white ceiling blinding him temporarily. Where is he? When he tried sitting up, he could feel how sore his whole body was, what did he do after he got out of the pub? That’s when he felt it, your familiar touch and soothing voice.

“Hey... Take it easy.”

“Y/N? Y/N? You’re back,” he sat up abruptly to see if he was dreaming, but the pain that came with the rushed action was too painful to be just a gimmick in his head.

“I’m back.”

You were wearing your usual flowy dress again, delicate hands cutting up his favourite fruit, a peach. You had on the lilac scrunchie he had given you a few weeks after you guys were a couple, as well as the Bulgari ring he had gotten you after a month. You poured him a cup of water before feeding him little peach cubes, the necklace dangling on top of him, a familiar sight that comforts him.

“I’m sorry for taking off like that, I thought I wasn’t enough for you anymore and I just assumed the worst,” you said truthfully, knowing that he must’ve felt like shit when you were gone.

“I don’t blame you, I know my reputation isn’t the best, and only time will prove how much you mean to me, and I’m fine with that, I’m willing to wait for your trust, Y/N,” Jaehyun explained in a sincere tone, his way of forgiving you.

Jaehyun took your hand in his, his thumb tracing lines on your palm. His other hand cups your cheek, holding up your face to see you clearly for the first time in a while, that’s when he saw the slight bruise on your jaw.

“Y/N, what happened?” Jaehyun asked as he touched the bruise, wincing under the sudden pressure on your wound.

“You don’t remember what happened last night?”

“No. Did I hit you?!” Jaehyun said as his eyes were frantically scanning your whole body, only to find more bruises around your wrists, if he had done this, he’d hate himself for eternity. 

“You joined a match against King Laz, the guy who hates your guts. I just landed from Switzerland last night, then I received a call saying you were drunk but you were in a fight, so I rushed there only to find you lying on the ground. He was going to finish you off, so the only logical thing I could think off was to fight for you, since he didn’t want to leave without defeating someone,” you explained recounting last night’s events.

“You fought against him?! Are you mad?!” Jaehyun questions, eyes going over all your injuries, worried about how painful they look.

“Oh come on, Jae. I’m a trained fighter, that fight was nothing,” you said dismissively. 

“He’s a strong opponent, Y/N. No wonder you got so many bruises,” Jaehyun said as he hangs his head down, upset that you had to go through so much to save his sorry ass.

“It’s nothing, Jaehyun. It was just like every other mission I went through, nothing to be alarmed of. And these bruises are nothing, I get bruised easily. Don’t be so hung up over it, it’s already over, I kicked his butt and is now lying in bed with several broken ribs, so be quiet and eat your peach.”

“Several? Impressive. Thanks for the peach, baby, but I would much rather eat yours,” Jaehyun suggested, tongue in cheek with a playful smile gracing his lips.

“Sometimes I don’t know what I see in you,” you said as you popped another peach cube in his mouth.

“Shh... I know you love me, now give me a kiss for quick recovery,” Jaehyun said before his hand reaches for you.

“You’re such a dork, Jeong Jaehyun,” but you kissed him nonetheless, no matter if his lips were bruised or cut, you’ll always be there for him, for you are his cure to the monsters in his head, the poison and its cure.

[authenticmiya]

Punching Bag - Hawk x Reader

Summary - Having a broken home made the reader rely solely on being apart of Cobra Kai, but life doesn’t get any better when she has to face her ex best friend everytime she goes to the Dojo. (Part 2 here)

Words - 1.3k

Warnings - angst

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a deep breath and entered the dojo. It wasn't a good day, in fact it hadn't been a good day in a long time. Missing out on karate wasn't an option. All eyes were on you as it looked like Sensei Lawrence had already began today's lesson.

"Y/L/N finally made it to the session. Fifty push ups on your knuckles once you are clothed correctly." Johnny told you, a slight ping of concern running through him as he noticed how different you had looked.

Johnny was the only father figure you had, but he wouldn't treat you different to any other student in his dojo. He listened to all your problems - despite his annoyance to girls who were all emotional and had a bitchy attitude.

"Yes Sensei." You sighed, heading into the changing rooms.

"Y/N you good?" Aisha was quick to follow you and you just nodded. She couldn't really force you into talking about stuff you didn't want to.

When you had finally come out, the students had been put into partners, but before you had the chance, you dropped to the floor and done fifty.

"Something's up with her." You overheard Miguel say to Hawk. Like Hawk gave a crap. He left you.

Once upon a time, before Hawk had become one ball of anger, he was your best friend. You, him and Demetri were the golden trio growing up. However, his swift turn into popularity, turned him into an absolute asshole. He didn't want anything to do with you and that's how it was left.

You'd never have left Cobra Kai because of him, despite all of the hurt and the bullshit he had put you through, because Cobra Kai was your only sense of security.

"Y/L/N you're partnered with Stingray." Johnny demanded, you nodded and stood beside him.

"Badass push-ups today Y/N." Stingray told you and you shot him a small smile. Usually, you were the only one who would never shut up. Always talking, always coming in with a bright attitude.

"Right as you can see, I have got two punch-bags over there, I want sting-ray, Diaz, Y/L/N and Hawk on them. The rest of you, facing the mirror." Johnny demanded.

"Time to let your anger out." Stingray chuckled but it really was time to let loose. Small punches, turned into huge punches, and eventually you could feel your knuckles start to slowly bruise, but it didn't stop you.

"Y/N calm down." Miguel tried to stop you but you blocked out all the noise. Miguel shot a look to his friend. Hawk was the only one who knew you inside and out, the only one who knew you for you.

"You wanna slow down on your right hooks?" Hawk questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"No." You snapped, hitting the punching bag harder.

"Y/L/N come on, I think you've had enough on this activity for one day." Johnny tried to convince you to move, but you wouldn't.

"Y/N!" Johnny shouted and the whole class went dead silent, causing you to stop.

"Your knuckles are bleeding." Hawk reached out but you pushed him.

"I'm fine." You snapped, before rushing to grab your bag.

"You're not leaving until we've had a discussion." Johnny stopped you from leaving.

"Well I guess we'll be here until Christmas then." This wasn't like you, you never ever spoke to Johnny like that. You weren't the bad guy. He had been there for you, for so many years.

"Everybody class is over, get out!" Johnny shouted.

"You two are staying here." Johnny pointed to Miguel and Hawk.

"What is going on with you Y/L/N?" Hawk asked.

"Don't act like you care Eli, you don't know me anymore." You shot him a dirty look.

"Believe it or not, I know everything about you Y/N, so either you speak up so we can help you-" You immediately cut him off.

"No don't play the I'm so helpful card. You can't help me. You're the asshole who chose not to be apart of my life, you left me. You fucking left me." Your once big bright eyes, had turned into saddened, dull ones. Hawk felt terrible, but he'd never admit that or even show that because of his reputation.

"You keeping it bottled up in that big ass head of yours isn't gonna do you any favours Y/N, what's going on?" Johnny sighed.

"I don't really know what's wrong with me Johnny." You whispered and the man had never really had to deal with the whole emotional ordeal in women, let alone a student he thought of as his own daughter.

"You're not good with this bullshit so I'd rather save you the time." You went to head back out the door, but once again, Hawk was there to try and stop you.

"I know you hate me with everything inside of you, but believe me, we want to understand what's going on." Hawk tried to comfort you.

"Last night, I got a call saying my electricity was being shut down because dad didn't pay the bills. I woke up this morning to a letter saying that if I didn't come up with the money in a week, I'd be evicted." You began.

"Y/N, I don't have a lot of money myself, but you know you can always come to me-" Johnny began.

"It's not as simple as that." You whispered, suddenly feeling the waterworks. Now you were never one to cry, so this was a huge shock to all three of the guys.

"Where is the deadbeat anyway? Florida for a business meeting or Japan for vacation?" Hawk questioned.

"Dubai. He's not coming back. He married some women over there. They're happily in love and now he no longer wants to pay for anything. I work two jobs and it doesn't compare to what the rent is." You were on full on rant mode.

"I've always fucking hated your father. He was a slime ball in high-school." Johnny groaned.

“I don’t want any pity from any of you. Look I came here to just let my anger out, and I have now, so can I please leave?” You asked.

“I’d rather drive you home.” Johnny insisted.

“It’s not really gonna be home anymore, so I’m just gonna walk to clear my mind, Thank-you though.” You half-heartedly smiled.

“Please can you get them knuckles cleaned up? That’s gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning.” Johnny wasn’t going to push your limits.

“I’ll see what my lame-ass first aid kit can do.” That made them all chuckle a little bit.

“Safe journeys Y/N.” Miguel gave you a side hug and you quickly exited.

“You’re gonna walk out there, and you’re gonna take her home.” Miguel pushed Hawk towards the door.

“Did you not just see how she acted towards me? I’m the last person she’d want walking her home.” Hawk looked at him like he was crazy.

“Stop being a pussy and make sure she’s home safe.” Johnny glared at his student and Hawk was reluctant, but was quick to follow after you.

“Y/N, wait up!” Hawk called out, stopping dead in your tracks, you turned around.

“What do you want?” You asked with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Look, we’re obviously not okay, and we won’t be for a long time but I will never be able to live with myself, if I didn’t make sure you got home in one piece.” Hawk told you.

“Okay.” You simply said, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head because you had been so hesitant and cold towards him - just like he had been with you.

“Okay?” He questioned, and you nodded. Hawk lead you towards his motorcycle and handed you over a helmet. You set off, behind Hawk, with your arms wrapped around him. The ride was silent, and you were soon knocked out of your thoughts when Hawk drove straight past your apartment complex.

“You missed the turning.” You told him.

“I know I did, but we all know you don’t have a first aid kit, I do, and once I’ve helped you fix them knuckles, you and I are talking.”

[hannie-dul-set]

sins of lust [yoon jeonghan]

“lust /ləst/ — the mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the spirit is life and peace - romans 8:6″

LUCKY 7′S MASTERLIST

PAIRING | yoon jeonghan x female! reader GENRE | college! au, borderline smut, angst WARNINGS | nsfw themes obviously lmao but no actual doing the dirty because i can’t write smut for shit, swearing, jeonghan is the literal devil WORD COUNT | 4.5k

a/n: I’M SO VERY SORRY THATTHIS IS SUPER LATE ; - ; but anyways!! this is my last piece for our luck 7′s collab with @haokyeom​ :D this was,, very out of my comfort zone but i still do hope that you enjoy :’>

Your mother had always told you to never trust strangers.

“They’re like foxes,” your mother had once said as the both of you gazed through the window of your small cabin beside the thick walls of trees in the woods. Her hands rested gently over your small shoulders, and you two eyes the coat of orange fur speeding through the outside, a familiar stuffed animal hanging limply by its mouth. You had accidentally left it outside while you were playing.

You frowned upon seeing the animal disappear into the trees, and even at your young age, you knew that it was lost forever.

“They take what they can without a hint of remorse. You wouldn’t even know until you see them running away,” you looked up at your mother who stared into the distance with eyes stained in sadness. You turned around, hugging her waist and burying your face into her stomach, and she released a laugh as she patted your head. “My Y/N’s a smart girl, right? Never forget mommy’s words, okay?”

And you did. For eighteen years, you had lived with only the company of your mother, your homeschool teachers, and your precious cat, Salem. There were times when your grandparents would visit, usually during the holidays, but you weren’t exactly close with them (they didn’t seem to like you, either). It was only when you had finally entered college when you were given the chance to actually mingle with other people, especially people that were your age, and it was the first time that you had left to live on your own outside of your homey cottage beside the woods.

Initially, your mother was against the idea of you living in your campus’ dorms, especially the fact that you had to live with another person that you knew nothing of. You weren’t keen on the thought either, but it was far more reasonable than commuting every single day to the city all the way from the middle of nowhere.

At least your roommate was never around.

‘Staying over at Johnny’s xx,’ you sighed upon seeing the text message, and you stepped forward in the light when the person before you did as well. It was only the third week of the semester and you were already wishing for things to go back as they were.

A part of it was your fault for being socially inept, generally avoiding people and not even talking to anybody unless talked to. Your mother’s words rang into your head every single time, and naturally you had built up a wall. This wall was what made you feel comfortable, made you feel safe— you don’t trust anyone here, and it would be better to finish your studies without getting personally tangled with other people.

“Hi! What can I get you?”

Though, there were indeed times where you wished that you were at the very least not so awkward.

“A regular americano,” it took you so much strength to squeeze that out of our esophagus, relieving the tightened airway with a breath of relief when the barista nodded at your order and jotted it down. Hurriedly, you went to sit at an empty table, your racing heart making you move quicker than necessary. God, you wondered how many more trips to campus cafe would it take until you finally got the courage to order without feeling you were being held at gunpoint.

You huffed, squeezing your eyes shut. At least you didn’t stutter today, so that’s improvement.

Stop deluding yourself, Y/N. You’re still—

“Whoa. Careful, now.”

A thud. The feeling of warmth fluttering over your shoulders. An unfamiliar sweet voice seeping into your ears. And you looked up.

“Are you okay?”

His steady grip had left your shoulders but the traces of his warmth were still buzzing over your clothed skin like mini fireworks erupting when he made contact, and when you met his concerned eyes, it felt like you were about to reach the climax of the light show. He didn’t say anything, only waiting for the confirmation to fall from your lips with a worried look on his face. Your heart was still racing, but it was in a completely different rhythm. 

You had once felt your heart threatening to bounce off of your chest out of fear, and at times due to excitement. Your pulse rising due to nervousness was already like an unwanted friend to you.

But this.

What is this?

“Miss?”

“I, uh—” the man shot you a smile that was devoid of any malice despite you being a stuttering and mess that was frozen in place. Heat rushed to your cheeks while you were trapped underneath his gaze. You wanted to move but it felt like your mind was completely detached from your body, soaring above your head because you can't seem to grab a hold of it. But with enough willpower, you managed to squeak out a small “sorry’ before shuffling away to the farthest seat possible with your head down.

When you sat yourself on the seat, the first thing you did was look up to the direction of the male, only to see an empty space. You bit down your lip, hastily taking out your laptop from your bag and just move on from what happened, but the racing of your heartbeat refused to let it go. Was this… normal? You let out a choked groan, removing your hands from the keyboard to bury your heated face into your palms. There were times where you hated that you were so sheltered, and this was one of them.

If only your mother wasn’t so protective of you, if only she let you live a normal life, if only—

Your phone started buzzing.

Slowly, you sat up and took out your phone from your jean pocket, and the pace of your heart was slowed down by a surge of guilt.

‘How were classes today, honey? I hope you drank enough water today. Even when I’m around, you always seem to forget. The weekend is just around the corner. Are you coming home?’

You smiled. Of course, your mother had only wanted what’s best for you. Finally relaxing your muscles, you adjusted your position on the chair and silently tapped on our phone.

‘Classes were fine, mom. And that was before! I’ve been drinking a loooot of water, you know? Do you want me to…’

The next day had come. You quietly entered the near barren classroom, the early morning rays leaking through the open glass windows on the wall. You liked this class mainly because not a  lot of people are enrolled in it— even if it meant sacrificing a few more hours of your sleep. The less people to deal with the better.

I’ll just take a nap later after lunch. You thought to yourself as you let out yawn, your palm hovering over your mouth as you did. You arrived a little earlier than usual, so there was still an ample amount of time to review for a test for a different class before your professor arrived. You recalled your conversation with your mother yesterday, and you were slightly disheartened when you told her that you couldn’t come home for the weekend because you had a lot of things to finish that required you to be on campus. Even if you wanted to go, you couldn’t risk lagging behind your work.

A few more people entered your peripheral as you were scanning your notes, and you took this as a signal to put it away. You pulled your bag over your lap and tucked in your notes neatly before pulling out your laptop. More people started flooding and you noticed that the seat beside you was now occupied.

“You seem fine today.”

You jolted, the familiar voice entering your ears causing the veins underneath your skin to start buzzing. The moment you turned your head to your side, you were met by a small smile from the man that you bumped into yesterday. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I-it’s fine.”

Has he always been in this class? You’ve never seen him here until now. Then again, you didn’t really pay attention to the faces around you. The gap between your chairs seemed a little too close for your sanity, so you scooted a bit farther to the left.

“Are you feeling alright now?” his voice caused you to abruptly freeze as you tried to discreetly move your chair without being exposed, and you bit down your tongue. As if he noticed the sudden distance between you two, he thoughtlessly moved his chair closer. “You didn’t look too well yesterday considering how dazed you were.”

Why was he talking to you? A lot of people did try to befriend you during the first few days, but it gradually stopped upon them seeing how dismissive you were. “O-oh, I’m fine, uh— sorry for bumping into you,” he had his elbow propped on the table, his cheek resting on his palm as faced you, a seemingly permanent smile on his face that you’ve been desperately trying (and failing) to avoid. Maybe isolating yourself from the rest of the world dulled down your ability to perceive normal human emotions like the stuttering of your heart was trying to tell you.

Jesus, you thought that you were going crazy.

“That’s good to hear,” he hummed, turning his attention to the laptop screen before him. “My name’s Jeonghan, by the way.”

Jeonghan. You repeated in your head. Why did finding out his damned name feel like 200 pounds of gratification? Maybe you were really going insane. He cocked his head to your direction, the curve of his lips that never disappeared aiming directly at you, but they did not part to say anything. Jeonghan looked like he was waiting for you, which caused you to intermittently panic because why in the world was he just staring at you like that?

“It’s not fair that I gave you my name but I don’t know yours.”

Oh.

“Y/N,” your cheeks flared as you spoke, diverting your eyes from him out of embarrassment. “It’s Y/N.”

He released a light laugh before nodding in affirmation, and you swore your heart was trying to run away from you in condonation. It felt like hours had passed it between the seconds of your small exchanges, causing you to wonder when your professor was going to enter and distract you from the fervent blows on your ribcage.

It didn’t seem like your professor was arriving any time soon— the guy was always late so you weren’t even remotely surprised but for the love of god, he could’ve made an exemption today. Your eyes flickered over to Jeonghan’s space on the long table, and you saw him scribbling indecipherable doodles on what was once a blank sheet. You bit the inside of your cheek, debating with yourself over and over again until one side of your mind finally overtook your senses and sensibilities.

You jumped into the ocean when you’ve never even stepped into a lake.

“I—I never noticed that you were in this class until today.”

It took a lot from you to say that one simple sentence, the words barely squeezing past your throat, and you realized just how pathetic you were. Luckily for you, Jeonghan didn’t seem to mind the lapses in your voice, the diversion of your eyes, or the way your fingers nervously thrummed over the white coated desk. Even if he did, he didn’t say anything about it, only sending that angelic smile on your way.

“Really? I’ve noticed you since the first day,” he started. “To be frank, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now, but you always looked like you didn’t want to be bothered.”

“You— you wanted to talk to me? Why?” 

He shrugged. “You seemed cute,” there was a slight pause before he continued. “And I was right.”

You blinked, gawking at him. Jeonghan was saying such— such unprovoked things without a hint of shame while your face was flaring like it just made contact with the sun. In the middle of you trying to recover, your professor had finally decided to walk in, capturing the attention of Jeonghan and everyone else inside the class. You released a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding and lightly tapped both of your cheeks in attempts to lower your ever rising temperature. You caught the male beside you laughing a little, and when you slightly turned your head to face him, you were struck defenseless with a playful wink.

It was quiet for the rest of the class, but you couldn’t focus. Not when your mind was making a lot of noise, not when your heart was about to explode inside your chest.

And definitely not when the pretty boy beside you kept on shooting you glances in between. 

“Do you like movies?”

Jeonghan asked the moment he sat down beside you, and your brows raised at his sudden question. It had been a week since your first encounter with him, and within those few days, you’ve been seeing more and more of him. You weren’t sure if it was a coincidence or if he’d been deliberately trying to squeeze himself into your life.

But what did you know? Nothing. That’s why you let him.

“I do,” you answered, a small smile tugging at your lips. You remembered the times when you and your mother would watch countless movies in just a single day when you were feeling sad. You couldn’t leave the house easily, and when you did it was nothing but forest, forest, and more forest. Sometimes you were lucky to come across a wild hare, or sometimes even a small deer. Which reminds you— it’s been a while since you’ve gone home. You took a mental note to schedule some time for you to go back there.

Your curious eyes flickered over to Jeonghan. “Why?”

“There’s a film festival this weekend,” he leaned back against his chair, legs crossed and arms swinging lazily at his sides until he raised one hand to your face, a finger poking your cheek. “And I’m taking this pretty girl with me.”

“What?”

You gaped, dumbstruck. His lips were pressed into a brazen smile as his eyes were gleaming at you while you were still frozen in shock. He didn’t even ask you— did he think that you were just going to go with whatever he’s saying that easily?

“I—I haven’t agreed to anything!” you rebuked with a quick stammer, which caused a frown to replace the previous smile on Jeonghan’s face.

“But I thought you said you liked movies,” he sat down straight, the legs of his chair making a noise upon meeting the floor. The unabashed pout on his face, accompanied by the confused furrowing of his eyebrows, soon dissipated from his features when he let out a sudden gasp. “Wait, are you saying you don’t want to go with me?”

“I-it’s not that! I’m just—”

You couldn’t come up with any words to follow, distracted by the pained expression that Jeonghan wore. Was he just overreacting to mess with you? Was it fake? Or was he really hurt? Your ineptitude to social cues made you want to rip your hair out of your scalp. Once more, you quickly looked at him before snapping your head away, harshly biting down your lip before taking in a sharp inhale.

“Okay, fine!” Jeonghan’s face lit up, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “I—I’ll go with you.”

You refused to look at him with how much your face was heating up, but you heard him let out a satisfied hum. It was quiet for a moment, giving u the opportunity to relax your shoulders and release your breath. Looks like the professor is late again. You dug into your bag to take out your notes, relaying yourself before class actually starts, but your actions were halted when you felt a thin, cold object pressing lightly against your arm. You looked over to see a phone, and the phone was attached to a hand, and a hand which belonged to a Yoon Jeonghan who was twinkling at you with an expectant gaze.

“Your number.”

Any moment now you swore that you were going to melt.

Within seconds, you snatched the device from his hands, rapidly smashing down the few digits, and you shoved it back to him at the speed of light. How you wanted to throw yourself out of the window, right now. A quick buzz in your pocket distracted you from your internal meltdown, and you took your own phone out, expecting a text from your mother, but instead—

‘See you on saturday, pretty girl :) hehe <3’

You shot up to meet the smug smile on Jeonghan’s face, and you bashfully looked back down at the message on your phone, feeling a smile of your own blossoming on your face.

It was late at night when you two finished.

Jeonghan insisted on bringing you home, protesting when you said that you said you could make it your way back at the movies, protesting when you said that you can walk through the campus to your dorm building alone, protesting when you said that you can head upstairs by yourself, and now when you had finally reached your floor, he stopped protesting— but he didn’t seem to how any signs of leaving just yet.

“Did you have fun?” he asked in a quiet tone. It was near midnight, and neither of you expected that the festival would go on for this long. You nodded, laughing a little, back pressed against the door leading to your room. Perhaps you were feeling a little loopy and tired from all the movies you watched, some of the scenes that stood out to you still replaying in your head.

He smiled, a few tufts of his hair shadowing over his eyes. “I’m glad.”

“I took note of a few of the films that I really liked! I’ll probably rewatch them with my mom when I get home,” you beamed, and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “What about you?”

You almost regretted that you asked. Jeonghan was silent for a moment, a pondering look on his face as his eyes stared at the side before quickly flickering back to you. His lips were curved into a playful grin as he ever so slowly closed in on you, causing you to melt yourself into the wooden surface of your door as your heart violently thundered.

“Do you want me to be honest?” he asked in a teasing tone. His face was barely hovering over yours, and you felt your nerves screaming at you to rest your racing pulse. He didn’t do anything, though, seemingly waiting for you to respond to his question, but all you could manage was a small nod. “I wasn’t really paying attention to the movies.”

Your breath hitched and your mind was a whir. What was he doing? The waves of your senses were pulsating in an uneven rhythm, causing you to stumble over your own presence of mind as it was gradually slipping away, replaced by a haze of an uncharted storm of emotions overtaking you.

Heat was rising and you didn’t know what to do.

“I would have paid attention if it wasn’t for this pretty girl distracting me the entire time.”

“Jeonghan!”

You exclaimed, your voice being louder than expected. “I-it’s getting late. Isn’t—isn’t it time for you to go?”

There was a nervous smile on your lips as you stared up at him, eyes quivering when you tried to meet his clouded gaze. You waited for him to go, to step away from his closeness so that you’d finally have enough room to breathe, but dropped an unexpected question.

“Do you want me to go?”

The silence was deafening.

Jeonghan waited for you to say something, but the answer was something you yourself did not know. He waited until he derived the answer from your lack of response, sending you a nod and a smile before turning away. Your eyes were shaky, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in your moment of an unprecedented assault of hesitation, head filled with white noise because you couldn't think— therefore you listened to the fever stirring your restlessness.

You grabbed onto the sleeve of his coat at the last moment.

There was a glint in his eyes when he turned around, a knowing look on his face as if he had been expecting it. Swift steps and an even swifter heartbeat chased after you and once again Jeonghan was mere centimeters away from you, his warm breath igniting fire against your skin. “You could’ve just said so, pretty girl.”

He didn’t even give you the chance to breathe when he captured your unguarded mouth with his.

The air brushing against your fevered skin felt different, especially when Jeonghan was all up against you, ravishing your parted lips until you felt your senses slipping away. God, you’ve never done anything like this before and your conscience belatedly rang in your ears the moment you felt his hot tongue claiming yours as his own. You let out a faint whimper, the voice at the back of your head yelling at you that this was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. This was wrong.

You barely knew him— ten days wasn’t enough for you to know him. But you were too drunk over this foreign heat of emotion unfurling in your core to listen to your better judgement. You shouldn’t have stopped him from leaving, you shouldn’t have let him graze his teeth over your skin, let his hands roam all over your your body, let the feeling him pressed roughly against you being the only thing your dizzied mind could think of

But fuck, it felt so good.

You blindly reached for the door knob as you let Jeonghan trail wet kisses on your neck, and with a clicking of the lock, the both of you disappeared into the darkness of your room.

You said that the first was going to be the last— your mother’s words like playing a mantra in your head to bring you to the edge of guilt. But a week had passed yet that “last” never seemed to surface.

“H-hi, mom. Yeah, I—I’m fine, don;t worry. My classes just ended and—ah!”

You bit down your tongue after releasing the uninhibited noise, gulping down when you realized that Jeonghan had no intentions of stopping his ceaseless attacks from your jaw all the way down to your chest. There was fear trickling in your veins as your mother was still at the end of the line, possibly hearing the indecent sounds coming from her own daughter. You tried your best to remain quiet, but it started to become impossible when you felt Jeonghan’s teasing fingers brushing over your clit. You stared at him with wide eyes, suppressing the violent waves crashing over you, but all he did was smile at you and kiss you cheek before pressing his fingers down.

A loud gasp fell from your quivering lips.

“Mm? Shouldn't you be keeping quiet, baby?” he mumbled into your jaw before pressing a down kiss, and you let out a shaky breath. The hand that you were using to hold your phone returned to your ear, and you were welcomed by the worried voice of your mother.

“O-oh, it was just Salem! The little guy suddenly jumped— jumped on my lap,” you trailed off with a hint of nervous laughter, and you met the mischievous glint shining in Jeonghan’s eyes. He removed himself from you, causing you to close your eyes in relief and let out a sigh. “Home? Ah, I—I don’t think I can go there soon, but I’ll make sure to— oh my god.”

You were too focused on your conversation on the phone to notice that Jeonghan was now buried between your legs, nipping at your inner thighs. You slapped your hand over your lips, suppressing your moans from his bites, kisses and licks. He shot you a look of warning, and your heart stopped when you felt his hot breath hovering over your core. Quickly, you fumbled out a farewell into your phone.

"S-sorry, mom, I—I have to go—"

Another week had passed and you started to feel the consequences of your decisions crashing over you like falling debris. Jeonghan and you still met frequently, but "good morning" and "good night" texts slowly fizzled into conversations consisting only of "can I come over?" and "are you free?". It left a heavy feeling in your gut when coffee dates and movie theatres were forgotten, replaced with nights in his or your room, and suffocating scenes in his car. You couldn't help but think that maybe you should have thought things through.

But you were weak.

Today was no different.

You were buried in your bed, thick blankets covering your figure as you watched Jeonghan swiftly pull a shirt over his head. He had an evening class after this and you couldn't blame him that he was in such a hurry. Even when knowing this, you still wanted to take your chances.

"Jeonghan."

You called out to him in a quiet voice, small and fragile and lacking in firmness. He stood in the middle of the room, ready to leave but he turned around to look back at you— even if it was stupid, it bubbled the faintest shimmer of hope. You pulled the covers closer to yourself, looking down at the crumpled white sheets as you pressed your lips together before saying.

"I like you."

He didn't say it back.

Instead he smiled at you, feet padding against your wooden floors as he walked up to you in bed, pressing a small kiss on your forehead before ruffling your already messed up hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl."

But you didn't see him tomorrow.

You didn't see him at all after that.

The seat beside you in class was now occupied by an abhorrent emptiness that made you want to drag your nails against your skin. You tried searching for him in the crowded walls of the large classroom, but he was either not there or hidden by the enormous mass of bodies. He left you with a heavy heart and the only one you could find yourself to blame was yourself. Your mother's words never stopped ringing inside your head since then.

It was like fate was laughing at you when you saw him again at the campus cafe— just like the first time you met him. You were in a hurry to leave when you accidentally bumped into him, your coffee nearly spilling from your hands. You parted ways without anything exchanged.

Your mother had always told you to never trust strangers.

Maybe you should have listened to her words.

[omg-imagine]

Updated: December 08, 2021

Here are all of my fics for Keanu and the characters he has portrayed. I’ve indicated if they were requested or include smut. Detailed warnings are listed on the fics themselves. Please let me know if there are any issues with the links. Hope you enjoy!

note: feedback on any of these fics are so so appreciated! reader interaction tremendously helps with keeping a writer’s motivation such as mine going. whether it be a heart emoji or a keyboard smash, i will be forever grateful to hear your lovely thoughts :)

» Keanu Reeves

Irresistible: You tease your boyfriend Keanu all day. (requested; smut)

Hear My Heart: You and Keanu finish filming a movie together, but you don’t want to say goodbye.

Needy (complete):

 Part 1: Keanu tries to convince you to stay home with him instead of going to work.

 Part 2: Coming home from work early as promised, you spend time with Keanu by watching a movie together until the two of you get distracted. (smut)

Summer Nights: You and Keanu go skinny dipping. Need I say more? (smut)

Chasing Cars: Keanu loses his virginity to you. (requested; smut)

Sweet Dreams: Your husband Keanu convinces you to go to sleep. (requested)

New York: After growing tired of your long distance relationship, you and Keanu part ways. Three months later, Keanu reflects back on his decision.

Dirty Dancing: Keanu comes home and catches you dancing in a sexy way. (requested; smut)

Focus: Frustrated after sharing a teasing bath with Keanu, you decide to distract him from his zoom meeting with a blowjob under the table. (requested; smut)

Extra Credit: Not wanting to fail your class, you reach out to Professor Reeves in hopes of salvaging your grade, but your idea of extra credit is far from what he has in mind. (smut)

This Christmas: Keanu struggles to wrap Christmas gifts, and you’re more than happy to help. Based on the prompt cuddling, children, Christmas present wrapping.

Forget Me Not: After you wake up from a coma and realize that your memories from the last five years have been erased, Keanu works to bring back what you have lost. (ongoing series; updates on Sundays)

 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Prompt Fics: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Drabbles: 1

» John Wick

Amor Vincit Omnia: It’s been five years since you last saw John Wick, a man you have loved and lost. One night, he shows up at your doorstep after being labeled excommunicado, and asks for your help. You knew the risks of getting involved but sometimes history can’t be easily forgotten.

That Old Feeling: You’re a lounge singer performing at the Continental for the first time in years, and you reconnect with your past love, John Wick.

Always: After being kidnapped, you’re hopeful that John will rescue you in time.

Till We Meet Again: You wake up alone in your apartment and find a goodbye letter from John. (requested)

I Trust You: After four months of dating, you lose your virginity to John Wick. (smut; complete)

Part 1 | Part 2

Nightmares: John comforts his daughter after she wakes up from a nightmare.

On a Cold Winter’s Day: Waking up alone in bed, John briefly reflects back to a time before you came along. When you later show up with hot chocolate, however, he is reminded of how much his life has changed for the better.

Prompt Fics: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Drabbles: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

» Jack Traven (Speed)

Say Something: You’re in love with Jack Traven, but you’re afraid to tell him.

Second Chances: Jack tries convincing you to take him back after the two of you break up over his mistake. (requested)

Prompt Fics: 1 | 2

» Johnny Utah (Point Break)

Persistence: Johnny is a big flirt around you but you’re simply not that impressed by him. (requested)

Drabbles: 1

» Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077)

Distraction: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how. (smut)

Loopy: V is a little loopy from her anesthesia, and Johnny finds it amusing. (requested)

Thantophobia: The last thing V wants is to lose him. (requested; smut)

Red Lights: Johnny watches V with a joytoy, wishing that it was him pleasuring her instead. (requested; smut)

All We Are: V is jealous after Johnny’s date with Rogue, which leads to an honest discussion about where they both stand. (requested)

Paradise: Johnny takes V to see the ocean one last time.

Truly Madly Deeply: Five times Johnny feels something for V and the one time she figures out what it is. (requested)

The Fire It Ignites: Johnny needs V, but she’s busy at the moment. (requested; smut)

Drabbles: 1 | 2

» Miscellaneous:

John Constantine: 1

Other Masterlists

[johnsamericano]

“Stay PT. 1” j.j.h

Pairing: professor!jaehyun x prostitute!reader.

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff.

Warnings: Explicit sex, age gap, slight mention of violence.

Summary: y/n was a prostitute in the most expensive hotel of Seoul, not because she liked to have sex with strangers, but because she needed the money. Jaehyun was her college professor, he needed to “get laid” according to his friends, but he would’ve never imagined that the girl he hired was one of his students. His favorite student.

a/n: I’m sorry if this is shit. If you don’t like this kind of topics, please keep scrolling. I know that prostitution is illegal in Korea, but let’s imagine it’s not. Thank you for reading.

Part 2 | Part 3

“Alright, that’s it for today’s lesson. See you tomorrow.” Your creative writing professor dismissed the class. “Oh, wait. Before you go, leave your essays on my desk.”

Everyone groaned, specially those students who hadn’t done the assignment. You collected your stuff and pulled the essay out of your backpack.

“I’m really looking forward to read your essay.” Mr. Jung smiled warmly. “Your writing is impecable, maybe even better than mine.” You could feel the eyes of your classmates staring at you. It wasn’t common for your professor to compliment anyone.

“I’m nothing compared to you, but anyways, thank you, Mr. Jung. See you on Monday.” His dimples showed as he waved you goodbye.

You walked to your next class while Jaehyun left the building to meet his friends.

“Dude it’s been like forever since the last time we were all together.” Johnny hugged his friend tightly.

All the boys went to a restaurant near the school.

“So, how’s your love life?” Ten asked with curiosity.

“I don’t have time for that.” Jaehyun remembered all the essays he had to grade and felt the urge to go home. “Guys, I need to go.”

“But the fun hasn’t even started, we were gonna go to the club tonight.” All the boys whined.

“I have a lot of work to do, sorry.” Jaehyun picked up his coat while listening to his friends’ complaints.

“You know what? You need to get laid.” Johnny looked dead serious.

“What the fuck, John?” Jaehyun didn’t even know how to answer.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“A year.” Jaehyun thought.

“Here.” Johnny placed a card in Jaehyun’s hand. “The place is a little bit expensive, but believe me, the service is amazing.”

Jae checked the card.

“You want me to pay for sex? I’ll pass.”

“As you wish bro, but that place is awesome.” Jaehyun left after hearing Johnny.

While he was checking the essays, the idea of going to that hotel wouldn’t leave his mind. “Maybe it would take some stress off.” He kept thinking.

After a lot of meditation, he decided to give it a try, if he didn’t like it, he could just leave.

He felt his hands shaking as he entered the hotel. Jaehyun walked towards the reception. Everything was so shiny, it was like being inside of a castle.

“Hello, how can I help you sir?” Jaehyun placed the card over the desk. “Follow me please.”

The walked towards the stairs that guided to the first floor.

“You just need to go up and turn to the left, there’s only one door so I don’t think you’ll get lost. Excuse me.” She bowed and went back to her place in the reception.

The stairs were made from quartz, the material was a little slippery, but Jaehyun managed to go all the way up without tripping. The lady was right, there was only one door with the inscription “Eden”. Soft music could be heard from behind the door.

A man welcomed him as he entered. He guided Jaehyun to a desk.

“Right now there are only two ladies and a man available.” He checked a book.

“I think I’ll stick with the ladies.” Jaehyun started fidgeting with his fingers.

“Very well.” He turned the page of his book. “One of them is 22, B cup, 1.60 meters tall. The other one is 30, C cup and 1.73 meters tall.” Jaehyun felt as if he was buying something. “The first one is submissive and basically accepts any kink the client wants to try, the other one is a switch and prefers vanilla sex.” The man directed his gaze to Jaehyun. “In my opinion, the first option is much better.”

“I think I’ll go with her.” The insecurity in Jaehyun’s voice made the man laugh.

“I’ll read the rules for you.” He cleared his throat. “Marking is strictly forbidden and so is any action that will affect our worker’s wellbeing. You’ll have an hour and a half to do what you need to do, in case of wanting more time, we’ll charge you $50 for every extra hour. No raw sex, you’ll have to wear protection, this is mostly to prevent a STD. And that’s all.” He pulled out a box from under his desk. “We also sell toys in case you’d like to purchase anything to make your experience better.”

“I think I’m good, thank you.” He put the box back in it’s original place. “How much will it be?” Jaehyun pulled out his wallet.

“$500.” Well, Johnny wasn’t exagerating when he said the place was expensive.

Still, Jaehyun handed his card to the employee. Once the payment was done, the man made a call.

“This way, sir.” He guided Jaehyun down the hall, the velvety walls gave the place a sexy vibe. “She’s inside.” He stopped in front of a room. “If you need anything I’ll be in my desk.” He bowed and left Jaehyun in front of the door.

He gathered all the courage inside of him and opened the door. The room was dark, so he turned on the lights.

“Hello, sir.” He froze when that familiar voice called him.

When you realized who it was you felt like dying from embarassment.

“Y/n?” He couldn’t believe his sweet student was a hooker.

“Mr. Jung.” You bowed a little too low, attempting to cover the blush on your face. “If you’d like, we can make a change. My coworker is free.” You were facing the floor.

“I...” Jaehyun couldn’t find any appropriate words. The view of you in a black lace lingerie set had stollen his breath. “I don’t care, but if you want to change then we can change.” He scratched his neck awkwardly.

“I don’t mind either.” To be completely honest, no one in their right mind would reject a man as handsome as Jung Jaehyun.

He stepped closer to you. With his pointer finger, he lifted up your chin. Those warm eyes made you feel somehow less nervous.

“I’m supposed to ask you about your preferences so...” Your words caught him off guard.

Would you still respect him after this?

“Sir?” Your soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Please don’t think I’m weird.” You giggled. “First of all... I like to be called master.” His ears started to turn red. “I like my partner to be completely submissive. I also have a thing for bondage, but if you feel uncomfortable you can forget I ever said something.” He was talking to fast.

“Mr. Jung, please calm down. It’s not my first time doing this. We can try whatever you want.” You smiled to comfort him, but on the inside, you were just as nervous as Jaehyun. “Shall we get started?” He nodded.

His hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you. It was soft, until he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You moaned into the kiss.

Both of you started walking towards the bed without breaking the kiss. He pushed you down and you fell in the soft bed.

“Mr. Jung.” You moaned his name when he started touching one of your barely covered breasts.

“Master.” He corrected.

His hands started to undo your bra.

“I’ll just...” He lifted your back to remove it completely. “So gorgeous.”

His hands cupped both of your breasts. Your hips tried to grind on his crotch.

“You want my cock? Such a dirty little slut.” He lowered his body and grinded harder on you. “Do you want my cock inside your tight pussy?”

“Yes, master.” You whimpered. None of your clients had turned you on as much as Jaehyun did.

One of his hands reached for your cunt. His fingers went over the wet patch in your panties.

“So wet for me.” He got up and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Jaehyun unbottoned his shirt and pulled down his jeans. He kneeled in front of you and slowly slipped your panties off your legs. “So pretty.” His thumb slightly touched your wet pussy.

He finally got rid of his boxers and hovered over you. “That’s huge.” You thought when you saw his length.

“Condom.” You reminded him. With a groan, he got up from the bed and pulled one out of the pocket of his jeans.

He quickly opened it and rolled it down his dick. He went back to his previous position and aligned his tip with your entrance.

You felt his length slowly entering you. It hurt a lot, but the pleasure started to overcome the pain.

“Please move, master.” His pace was inhumane.

You were turned into a moaning mess. No one had ever made you feel so good. He pulled one of your knees to your chest. The pleasure just increased.

“My slut is having such a good time, isn’t she?” You wanted to answer, but your orgasm took over your mind.

You clenched your hole around him. Jaehyun came with a low groan.

Your breathing was erratic, that was the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Jaehyun got rid of the condom and laid down beside you. His arms wrapped around your body.

“That was so good.” He laughed slightly. “You’re amazing.” His nose started rubbing against your neck.

“Thank you, Mr. Jung.”

“Oh please, I think you can call me Jaehyun now.” He softly kisses your cheek.

“Okay, Jaehyun.” You both laughed.

An alarm rang, meaning your service was over.

“I need to go.” You got up from the bed and started collecting your clothes.

“Maybe I can pay an extra hour. We can cuddle and watch Tv. Sounds fun, right?” His smile was so sweet that you almost considered his proposal.

But you couldn’t jeopardize your job because of a pretty smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You got dressed and grabbed a robe from the closet. “See you on Monday.”

“Oh, come on y/n. Stay, I really don’t mind paying fifty bucks.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Jung.” With that being said, you left the room.

[mrwsholmes221b]

Dirty Dancing Chapter One

“That was the summer of 1963, when people called me baby and it never occurred to me to mind. Before the stones came around, before kennedy was assassinated and I never thought i’d find someone better than my father.” It was a family vacation, just him, his dad, Angie and his brother Mike. His father, James McCartney was a diplomat, a rich one at that but Paul never let it get to his head, he studied like every other student with the dream to be a doctor, one that travelled to 3rd world countries to save lives that normally wouldn’t be saved. He sat in the back of his fathers Cadillac as they drove, his nose stuck in that medical book of his as Mike relentlessly combed at his hair “will you give it a break?” he teased snatching the book from Pauls grip making Paul whine trying to pull it back “dad! tell him to give me it back!” he complained but his father only smiled in the rear view mirror “it’s a holiday baby, relax won’t you?.” Paul, always a huge fan of his fathers gave in smiling as he leant forward wrapping his arms around him from the back of his chair as he watched the road, ‘Kellermans’ was written on the nearest street sign and Angie smiled taking her sunglasses off “this is it boys.”

The car travelled down the cobbled path until this beautiful resort came into few, a giant mansion type estate with people running around, playing tennis or drinking overly expensive wines. James parked the car as the owner, Mr Kellerman, came to greet us. A friend of my fathers all because he’d gotten him out of some money troubles with his hotels abroad, it was all the rich cared about really. “I’ve broken my comb” Mike complained and James laughed “this isn’t a tragedy, a tragedy is three men stuck in a mine, police dogs in Birmingham” “monks burning themselves in protest” Paul added smiling to his father “stay out of it baby” Mike huffed but quickly retired from his tantrum at the sight of Mr Kellerman. “James! After all these years i’ve finally got you up in these mountains” he grinned clasping his hand over the diplomats “hows the hotel going?”. “Boys I want you to know if it weren’t for your father i’d be out millions” he said happily looking to Mike and Paul who shared a shy smile before the plump joyous man was off again “George, get the bags” he called and a skinny fella, probably the same age as Paul replied “right away Max.” He watched him curiously before following to the back of the family car “we’ve saved the best cabin for you and your beautiful family” he heard Max say as he was walked. He began pulling some luggage out himself gaining a smile from the lad “hey thanks a lot” Paul smiled rather flattered by the boy, you see the McCartneys’ were always moving country to country so maintaining a steady friend group always was a struggle. “you want a job here?” he only laughed shaking his head as he continued on unloading. “There’s a merengue class in the gazebo in the next few minutes” Max went on coxing the family into new activities “the greatest teacher, she used to be a Rockette!” Angie laughed her arm draped over her husbands “come on Max, it’s his first real vacation in years give him a break?” He grinned reassuringly putting his hands together “three weeks here will feel like a year”.

Paul found himself in a dance class moments later, a thin blonde girl in one of those merengue dresses stood in front of them dancing her way through the steps whilst calling out to those behind her. “One, two, three, four! Stomp those grapes and stomp some more!” Paul tried to keep up with her movements but found himself standing on his neighbours toe looking up with a quick “sorry” as he started again. Musically talented, yes, but a dancer, not quiet. Sure Paul adored a good dance with his family but he’d never known the names or the techniques.. he just danced! They were arranged now, men on the outside women on the inside “okay now ladies when I say ‘stop’ you’re going to find the man of your dreams!” the blonde girl called. Paul hesitated, looking before he was paired with an elderly woman smiling awkwardly before looking to his father who was chuckling for him “remember,” the girl started again catching his attention “he’s the boss on the dance floor if no where else” she’d looked at him while he said it and he only smiled shaking his head as he resumed his dance with his elderly partner.

“Dad i’m going to the main house to look around” it was dark now, evening entertainment was just about to begin as Paul walked alone tucking his arms under his armpits as he looked around. He walked up to the house where they were setting dinner tables standing at the door he peaked in dark curls falling over his forehead. “There are two kinds of help here” Max spoke with the waiters “I shouldn’t have to remind you college kids this is a family establishment! Keep your fingers out of the water, your hair out of the soup and show the goddamn teens a good time!” Paul furrowed his eyebrows at that more interested by the conversation now. “Take them to the terrace, romance them anyway you like!” “Got that guys?” Paul jumped at the sound of a new voice his eyes focusing on a leather cladded man with auburn hair and sunglasses settled on his long nose. He was joined by others but he, he was the one that grabbed Pauls eye. “Hold it!” Max called making the man stop turning to look at him “well isn’t it Kellermans entertainment staff” Max scoffed at them moving towards the stranger “Listen, wise ass, you got your own rules. Dance with them. Teach 'em the mambo...the cha-cha, anything they pay for. That's where it ends. No funny business, no conversations,and keep you hands off!” Paul watched now crouched slightly fascinated by the complete switch of the nice Kellerman he saw earlier and the wonderfully cool worker. “It’s the same in all these places, some ass in the woods maybe but no conversation!” one of the other workers said, a small guy with slicked back hair gaining laughter from the rest “watch it Sutcliffe” Max warned before he was off again. “Can you keep that straight, Johnny? What you can't lay your hands on?” a waiter spoke and immediately Paul disliked him, his arrogance, the way he looked down at him. “Just put your pickle on everybody's plate, and leave the hard stuff to me” he bit. Then he left, the mysterious stranger had well and truly wiggled his way into Paul McCartneys mind.

Well I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this dirty dancing Au!!

[mork-lee-bee]

Broken lovers 1

Summary: Y/n is a hopeless romantic in love with someone who will never love her back and Jaehyun is helplessly in love with someone who only continues to hurt him over and over again, sounds like a match made in heaven right?

Pairings: CollegeStudent!Jaehyun X CollegeStudent!Y/N X CollegeStudent!Jaemin

Warnings: Cursing, suggestive (possible future smut idk),Cheating, Toxic relationship(s) this chapter gets veryyyy suggestive at the end lol but it doesn’t actually contain smut

Genre: Fluff and Angst mainly

Word count: 3.2k

The room was dark, it was almost 7 pm and the gloomy feeling was hard to ignore the stench even harder. No one was sleeping but scrolling through his phone Jaehyun was going through a wave of different emotions in the darkness of his unshared room.

“Jaehyun,” the voice on the other end of the door speaks, the others had tried to ignore his self-isolation attempts but they had to draw the line somewhere and that happened to be tonight. With no answer to his name, the person attempted to open the door only to find it locked and a groan to follow.

“Jae, open the door you’ve been in there for a week,” The voice is slightly annoying and so Jaehyun lets out a low inaudible mumble but doesn’t budge from his bed he just fips over like a pancake. 

“Is he still not out?” a second voice can be heard much quieter than the first. 

“No, he’s still sulking,” after that there’s just silence. Jaehyun just assumes that they’ve left him be, but then the voices speak again.

“Jaehyun locking yourself in your room and scrolling through old pictures on your phone isn’t healthy,” in a sense Jaehyun knew they were right but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it as he finally throws the covers off and walks over to the door opening it.

“Shut up,” He grumbled in the doorway, the faces of Johnny and Yuta looking back at him.

“Look this is the third time that she’s done this to you, you need to stop going back to her and treating her like some sort of goddess,” Yuta bluntly states to the heartbroken boy in front of him.

“I think what Yuta is trying to say, is that there’s better fish in the sea and Heejin-” Johnny knew he messed up saying her name and stopped himself.

“And what Johnny is saying is that you need to get out of your room, which is why we’re throwing a party tonight,” Yuta says as if it's a statement not really giving Jaehyun a choice.

“I’m not going,” Jaehyun retreats back into his room leaving the door open as the two make their way in, the room is an utter mess that can be seen as soon as they switch the light on but what hit them first was that horrible smell of old food.

“Jae… at least clean your room, there’s a pile of dirty dishes on your desk and it smells rancid,” Johnny points out but Jaehyun keeps his back turned away from them not acknowledging their presence in his room just going back on his phone.

“Jaehyun. You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself.” Yuta snatches the phone out of Jaehyun’s hands to see the last picture Jaehyun had taken with Heejin on the screen. Jaehyun immediately grabs it from him, anger runs through his veins, a glare on his face.

“Delete them,” Yuta crosses his arms, eyebrows knit together, the both of them can be so stubborn.

“I can’t… she’ll come back like she always does…” Jaehyun tries to say confidently but he has doubts which ring clear in his voice.

“And what will you do if she just doesn’t? What if she never comes back? What will you do?” Yuta pressures Jaehyun who throws his hands in the air.

“SHE WILL,” Jaehyun snaps out of anger as Johnny steps between the two who are clearly on the verge of fighting each other.

“And if she does you should turn her away, she’s done nothing but hurt you, Jae,” Yuta lets out a defeated sigh before leaving the room. Jaehyun goes back to sitting on his bed unsure of when he even stood up in the heat of the moment. He holds his head in his hands looking at the ground.

“Please come out of your room tonight, at least take your mind off things, it’s not good to do this to yourself, and for god’s sake take a shower,” Johnny comments what he feels he must in the most neutral way he knows before leaving Jaehyun alone once again.

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“____~” Your roommate Miyoung walks into your shared dorm smiling like an idiot with a happy bounce in her step that makes you feel suspicious towards her intentions right away, she usually comes back from class looking miserable as you raise an eyebrow at her looking from your computer up at her.

“Why are you so happy?” You don’t waste time trying to bounce around the source of her good mood instead you were very blunt with her knowing she’d try to tiptoe around what she wants if you didn’t ask. 

“Well, I decided we’re gonna go out tonight!” She wraps her arms around you from where you’re sat at your desk in a hug as if to beg you to join her.

“No.” You shrug her off not hesitating, leaving the girl to pout as you finish the sentence you’re on before you can lose your train of thought.

“But _____,” She whines plopping down on her bed sadly giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“The last time you dragged me out to a frat party if you remember, I was sat on the side the entire time while you got to happily party.” You type away on your computer trying to focus on the paper you’re writing the sound of the keys being pressed is somehow louder than usual.

“It’s not my fault! I tried to get you to join me, You’re completely single I don’t understand why you don’t put yourself out there and puh-lease don’t use your crush as an excuse,” Your friend could call your bullshit better than anyone you know past and present, even your parents. She was too good, especially at reasoning. 

“I know…” You mumble to yourself as you stop typing your mind unable to focus on too many things so you turn to look at her. 

“And what else are you gonna do tonight anyway? Scroll through Instagram living vicariously through people when you can actually be out there having those experiences? Watching YouTube videos while snacking? Pretending to write an essay that you’ll only end up procrastinating like everyone else?” The thing is that she was right. You always talked the talk about wanting to experience life but when an opportunity came up you never took it. So you shut your laptop and looked at her with defeat she was so persuasive which was good for her, not so much for you. 

“Fine! I’ll go out!” You cave-in throwing your hands in the air out of defeat and she’s back to her upbeat mood bouncing out of the bed quickly to get to her closet to find anything to wear. You, on the other hand, didn’t budge staying in your seat. You didn’t want to change out of your normal study outfit which consisted of a pair of shorts and a hoodie.

“______!” Your friend shouts, throwing a dress in your direction which lands on your head blocking your vision.

“HEY!” You shout pulling the dress off your face and sending glares her way.

“You need to get ready!” She argues as you take a glance at the time.

“It’s only 7, and I don’t take as long as you do to get ready, so let me work on this paper for an hour and then I’ll get ready,” You reason and she lets out a long sigh followed by a drawn-out fine not wanting to push her luck.

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“Seeeeeee isn’t that better?” Johnny asks when he enters Jaehyun’s room, the plates have been cleared out, there are new clean sheets on the bed and Jaehyun cleaned himself up even, freshly shaved and everything. Well on the outside he looked fine, his mind in actuality is a mess. Jaehyun just shrugs, not very interested as he shakes his damp hair. Getting Jaehyun to leave the dorm would be a task in itself but if there's one thing Johnny is, it's determined.

“Look, Jae, if you come out tonight I’ll stop bothering you about everything but please you really need to leave your room and have some fun, you can sit around sulking for all I care just leave the room,” Johnny pleads hoping to convince his friend to leave.

“If I hate it I’m retreating.” Is all Jaehyun says not even looking up from his phone but Johnny is clearly silently rejoicing. 

“Okay, yeah,” Johnny calmly nods before going to exit Jaehyun’s room, closing the door behind him.

“HE SAID HE’LL GO!” Johnny yells out to Yuta and whoever else is listening after leaving Jae’s room causing a smile to appear on Jae's face and his dimples to become visible until he looks down at his phone and his lock screen changes his mood completely, the small smile completely gone.

“I’m fucked,” He sighs before throwing the phone onto the bed thinking for a moment, silence until Yuta appears in the doorway almost like magic.

“Get up you simp, we’re starting,” Yuta walks over spotting his phone before turning the screen on.

“You won’t get laid if your lock screen is still that picture,” Yuta tries to reason but it’s too hard to change it so Jaehyun just grabs the phone slipping it into his pocket.

“I just won’t show it to anyone,” Jaehyun brushes Yuta off walking past him and out of the room, he wasn’t the same wild Jaehyun they had met back in freshman year when he would be having fun and not having any cares, they missed that Jaehyun, but he seemed impossibly gone.

As soon as people start coming Jae grabs a few bottles of Soju and finds a spot where he won’t be bothered.

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Frat parties weren’t your favorite it’s true but they weren’t the worst it depends on who you’re with, so when you got into the cramped room past the entryway, clearly, they wanted the maximum amount of people they could fit in as you try to stay to the wall of the place, you’re holding Miyoung’s hand tightly so the two of you aren’t separated but Miyoung could clearly care less as she only lightly holds yours and complains.

“____, are you trying to break my hand?” She shouts above the bass booming off the wall. You realize you’re holding her hand in a death grip and let off a bit of the pressure as soon as you both reach the drinks, beer, beer, and more beer.

“Can we just relax?” You ask your friend who lets out a laugh before signaling over one of the frat boys she had been with a few times you can’t quite remember his name but he’s a sweetheart, she knew where to get the real stuff, clearly wasting no time at all to get started, she looks at you before shouting again.

“MAKE IT TWO! Look we came to have some fun, you can stay here for a bit but once you’re sufficiently sad I’m dragging you out to dance,” you nod reluctantly agreeing to her as you usually did.

“Love you,” She blows you an air kiss before she downs her drink, Soju, in record speed as soon as the drinks are down in front of her while you take a bit longer, mid drink though she’s already run off leaving you alone as she drags the drink guy away to dance with the other sweaty bodies. You weren’t in any rush to join her as you look around

“Can I sit here?” You ask timidly as you finish off your own drink and point to the seat next to the stranger after finding a less crowded spot in the room.

“Sure,” He doesn’t really acknowledge you or your presence. You hesitate to talk but you remember Miyoung in her higher than necessary but cute voice telling you to ‘live a little’.

“What’s your name?” You lean over downing the rest of your second drink for a bit of liquid courage to maybe to kick in.

“Jung Yoonoh, but everyone just calls me Jaehyun,” The boy who couldn’t be older than 23 sitting next to you mumbles barely audible over the loud music blasting. He seemed uninterested as he grips his drink almost angrily. 

“Jaehyun, I like that,” you smile thinking out loud without a filter, although you’ve maybe had two drinks you still didn’t have much of a filter anyway.

“Why are you so agitated?” You tilt your head to the side slightly as if a curious puppy saw something that interested them.

“I’m not.” He finally meets your eyes but you just roll yours before leaning back in your seat slightly, definitely more relaxed.

“Then tell me Yoonoh, why are you gripping your drink like you hate it? And why are you speaking like I’m the most annoyin-” he cuts you off by attaching his lips to yours. It’s not a light kiss, it’s full of anger and annoyance unsure of if it’s because you or someone else that’s caused his anger but you return the heated kiss before he pulls away leaving you slightly breathless, your lips feel every moment.

“I didn’t leave my place to be psychoanalyzed but some stranger,” Jaehyun picks up his drink before emptying it into his mouth trying to take the edge off as you touch your lips the sting lingering.

“And I didn’t leave my dorm to talk to some asshole,” You roll your eyes finally out of your short daze dropping your fingers from your lips and taking another drink which had, clearly he had friends in the frat since he had some Soju and not a warm beer like most of the other part goers.

“You’re the one who approached me.” He says under his breath clearly wanting you to leave but you simply pout leaning against the arm of the chair trying to get a better look at him in the dimly lit room, your vision slightly distorted but you could still see him, a handsome man, definitely not your usual type, he was much tougher which you admit is attractive but you always were interested in people with a softer appearance.

“This place is packed I saw an open seat-” you try to explain but he mimics your movement resting his arm against the chair leaning forward so that your faces are once again only inches apart but you don’t really register this completely.

“You didn’t have to force yourself to make small talk,” he smirks his eyes looking over your face, you’re actually very attractive and clearly confident in the next words you say.

“I wanted to talk to you, you’re cute,” You laugh before booping his nose with your finger, he’s surprised at first but eventually does laugh with you as your eyes widen in surprise not only at his laugh but his incredibly cute dimples that you had a slight urge to just kiss but held back.

“You smiled! That’s a win for me!” You tease sticking your tongue out at him as you down another sip of your drink unsure of if it’s number three or four, Jaehyun joins you in drinking as well.

“Why are you here?” His demeanor is definitely more relaxed now that he’s had a few drinks and clearly you were very distracting for what was on his mind.

“My friend dragged me out for a good time,” You laugh watching Miyoung having a great time up against a different guy this time but you didn’t really worry a ton she could definitely hold her own and she was only on her first drink, she wasn’t exactly a lightweight.

“What about you hmm, angry boy?” You’re leaning towards him again, the drinks were starting to hit you more at this point but you didn’t care.

“To forget,” He says without thinking as you raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Forget what?” You question bringing your hands up to your face to feel the heat radiating off your cheeks from the alcohol.

“The paper I have due tomorrow,” Jaehyun lies as he makes sure his phone is facing downwards realizing he really should have taken Yuta’s advice.

“Oop, me too!” You don’t take note of Jaehyun’s movements trying to focus on his face, your eyes are dilated.

“What’s your major?” He raises an eyebrow trying to guess, maybe you’re a bio major or some type of business major but he doesn’t expect what you say.

“Korean Sign Language,” You smile before taking another sip.

“I bet you’re great with your hands then,” Jaehyun smirks as you almost choke before giving him a sly smile.

“I should show you sometime,” You wink placing your drink on the ground next to you.

“Why wait?” Jaehyun asks shaking his hair that falls in front of his face.

“You’re eager aren’t cha?” you ask before a small squeal that only he can really hear leaves your lips when he pulls you to sit on his lap so that you’re straddling him, not that you’re complaining. He wasn’t gentle at all, he definitely didn’t mind manhandling anyone, which makes your heart hammer out of your chest.

“Just a little bit,” Jaehyun smirks before he attacks your neck with his lips, you almost start laughing immediately, your neck is extremely ticklish unknown to him. You bite your lip to suppress the laughter, but as soon as he lips brush over a particularly sensitive part you let out a giggle. Jaehyun pulls away slightly to look at you confusion on his face.

“Not the reaction I was expecting,” He tilts his head slightly and your face heats up further out of embarrassment.

“My neck is ticklish,” You speak softly looking away from his face but he moves your face to meet his as he looks directly into your eyes. Something about his eyes is different the emotion behind them is almost sad.

“Good,” Jaehyun’s lips are on yours again for the second time that night and you get a better feel of his lips that taste almost like bubble gum, your hands go straight to his hair as he deepens the kiss between the two of you, your both frightening for dominance until you hear something.

“AYEEEEE ____, Get it!” Miyoung’s voice makes you falter smiling into the kiss giving Jaehyun the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, your whole body is on fire at this point. His hands that were previously resting on your waist move lower and you pull away from him scanning around the room, there were still a ton of people around.

“We’re in public,” You point out and he smirks leaning close to your ear his breath on your neck makes you laugh lightly.

“Should we go upstairs then?” and then you put two and two together, he was clearly a frat boy you should have known from the Soju bottles which just made things more convenient.

“And do what?” You tease before Jaehyun stands up, your legs wrapped around his torso as he heads towards the stairs, you could hear Miyoung yelling ‘WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!’ after the two of you.

The next thing you know he’s flinging you onto his bed and him pinning you down going back to continue his advances without protest.

Chapter two being released on: 6/13 <3

Masterlist

[thebrotherssalvatore321]

Keeping Secrets Ch. 25

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairings: Damon x Oc, Tyler x Oc for a hot minute, Elijah x Oc for a hotter minute, Klaus x Oc endgame. Warning: Mental and physical abuse in some chapters.

“Is there ever a boring day in the life of a vampire?” Katie flopped back on Damon’s bed letting her arms land above her head. “Or is it only in Mystic Falls where in one day my witch best friend not only got her powers back, but absorbed the power of a hundred deceased witches, my doppelganger best friends vampire mother kills herself, my boyfriend and his brother give said doppelganger their mansion, and my vampire best friend tells her boyfriend that she’s a vampire then compels him to forget?” she asked. “Oh and much to my disappointment there is no hope that a spell to unlink me from Elijah exists.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s just Mystic Falls.” Damon told her as he flopped down beside her.

“All the more reason to get into college and get the hell out of this place.” She sighed then rolled over onto Damon and grabbed the hem of his black t-shirt and pushed it up his torso.

TVDTVDTVD

The next morning Katie, Damon and Stefan stood outside the boarding house on the front porch while Elena, with Bonnie as her witness, signed the papers officially putting the house in her name. “You really think Bonnie can take on Klaus?” Damon asked from where he stood behind Katie with his arms wrapped around her shoulders as they looked out across the sunny yard.

“She said she could channel enough witches’ power to kill him.” Stefan answered as Damon let go of her and turned to his brother. “Elijah thought it would work and he was an original.”

“We just need to find him.” Damon sighed and turned his eyes to Katie.

“Don’t look at me. The only original I know how to find is lying in the dirt in your basement.” Katie said as she pulled herself up to sit on the railing.

“Elijah didn’t tell you anything about him back in the day?” Stefan asked because he knew Damon wasn’t going to.

“Not that I can remember. There’s still a lot that’s fuzzy.” Katie shrugged with a glance at Damon then looked at Stefan. “All I can remember is that he was a ruthless monster that Elijah hoped I never had the displeasure of meeting.”

“Can’t Bonnie just do one of those tracking spells?” Damon asked with a look back and forth between Katie and Stefan.

“Nope.” Katie answered popping the p at the end of the word. “She has to have something that belongs to Klaus.” Damon wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her back into his chest as he leaned back on the railing.

“She’s right, I already asked.” Stefan sighed and leaned next to them.

Things fell quiet for a moment before Damon asked, “Do you think he killed her?”

“Katherine?” Stefan asked and she felt the vibrations of Damon’s hum against her back. “Probably.”

“Try probably not.” Katie spoke up. “If he treats everyone else that wronged him like he does his family then she’s going to suffer for a long time.” Damon leaned around her and gave her a wide eyed, curious look. “He doesn’t go easy on the people that piss him off. I told you…he’s ruthless.”

A few seconds later Elena showed the lawyer to the door and invited Stefan then Katie inside. “What are we, 12?” Damon asked with an aggravated smirk.

“One of us is?” Elena popped off. “If I let you in, do you promise to obey the owner of this house?”

“No.” Damon scoffed.

“Seriously Damon. My way. You promised. I call the shots.” She told him being completely serious, making Katie frown at him behind Elena’s back. “No lies, no secret agendas. Remember?”

“Ha!” Katie laughed leaning back a little and Elena looked at her. “I tried that one already.” Elena rolled her eyes and turned back to Damon.

“Yes, Elena. Sure.” Damon told her with an aggravated attitude.

“Then please, come in.” Elena waved him by.

“Okay, see you later.” Katie kissed Damon then headed for the door along with Elena and Bonnie.

“Wait, where are you going?” Stefan asked Elena and the three girls stopped.

“To school.” Elena answered as if it were obvious.

“Huh?” Stefan asked with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“No, no, no. We didn’t create a safe house for you to leave it.” Damon said as he walked over and placed his hands on the sides of Katie’s neck. “The house may be in her name, but I did this for you too. The last time this guy saw you he beheaded you. What if he recognizes you and does it again?”

“Damon, I was a weak, un-expecting human back then. Now I’m a vampire who knows how to fight and has a very powerful witch as a best friend.” She argued. “I promise you I’ll be okay and he’s probably ripped so many people’s heads from their body that he won’t remember me. Plus I know what he looks like.”

“Look I know Klaus is out there, but as of right now no one knows where. I really appreciate what you guys are doing and I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that I’ll be safe here, but I’m not going to be a prisoner.”

Damon sucked air between his teeth then smirked at Katie and Elena aggravated. “Your way, Elena.”

“Don’t worry, I’m ready. If he shows his face, I can take him.” Bonnie spoke up. “I know how.”

“The way I see it,” Elena started looking at Katie and Bonnie, “next to Bonnie and Katie is the safest place that I can be.” The three girls headed outside.

“Wait. I’m…coming.” Stefan sighed and followed after them.

TVDTVDTVD

The four of them were sitting in Alaric’s class when Elena waved the flyer for the 60’s dance that was happening tonight at her and Stefan. Katie shrugged while Stefan frowned and shook his head no. Elena gave them a disappointed look then turned to Bonnie and waved the flyer at her. Bonnie nodded and Stefan looked at Katie with a look that told her to do something. Katie pretended to scratch the underside of her nose with the top of her finger, covering her mouth as she almost inaudibly whispered, “Hey, you’re the one that signed a mansion over to her and sent her flying off on a power trip.”

“It was your idea.” He whispered back covering his mouth too so no one would know they were talking.

“No, it was my idea to put my house in her name. Small, slightly run down, nothing to get a big head over.” Katie replied.

Stefan shrugged his shoulders with a flick of his brows that seemed to say, “Well, too late now.”

“Hey.” Elena snapped getting their attention. “Secrets don’t make friends.”

“Sometimes they do.” Katie popped off with a smirk and a shrug of her shoulders. Elena just rolled her eyes and shook her head knowing Katie was just kidding.

“Hello class.” Alaric said as he walked in and grabbed a book from his desk. “What…are we learning today?”

Katie noticed he seemed a bit off as he flipped through the book looking a little confused, but she brushed it off, thinking he was just having a bad day because of everything that had recently happened with him and Jenna. However, as the class went on Katie noticed him looking at her as if he were trying to place where he knew her from, which was odd because obviously he knew who she was. Once again, against her better judgment she brushed it off.

At lunch, Katie, Elena and Bonnie sat at a round table eating when a fellow classmate, Dana, walked up. “Hey, Elena, there you are. This is going to sound freaky, but this totally hot guy asked me to ask you if you were going to the dance tonight.”

Elena made a flattered face then smiled at Bonnie. “Tell him she has a boyfriend.” Bonnie told her.

“You could at least meet him. He’ll be at the dance tonight. Look for him. His name is Klaus.” Dana told them excitedly.

All of their faces fell. “I’m sorry what did you just say?” Elena asked.

“His…name is Klaus?” Dana asked as if Elena’s question had been weird. “I know the name is stupid, but I swear he’s hot.”

“What did he look like specifically?” Katie asked with a confused frown. She’d been on the look out for Klaus all day and hadn’t seen him.

“I don’t know…” she answered looking around like she couldn’t remember before she smiled at them and said, “But he’s totally hot.”

“Elena, she’s been compelled.” Katie warned her then looked back at Dana.

“He wants to know if you’ll save him the last dance. How cute is that?” Dana asked.

“Why don’t you go see if Caroline needs help with the decorations?” Katie asked as she looked Dana in the eyes. The girl shrugged with a smile and walked off. “Okay,” Katie looked across her shoulder at Elena, “You’re in charge. Are we staying at school or ditching and heading to safety?”

“You’re sure you know what he looks like?” Elena asked with a worried look.

“I’ve seen his face almost every night since I turned. Trust me. I know what he looks like.” Kate assured her.

“Then we’re staying in school. I miss too many more days and I’m going to get held back.” Elena complained.

“Um, you have two friends that can work some compulsion on whoever we need to. You won’t get held back.” Katie told her with a wave.

“Even still, we’re sticking it out.” Elena told her with a stubborn nod.

“Sticking it out it is.” Bonnie agreed as the bell started ringing.

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“So we go to the dance and we find him.” Damon suggested after the girls told him and Stefan what happened. They stood in the doorway of the boarding house where they had been met by Damon as soon as they got home.

“Really how are we going to do that?” Stefan asked. “We don’t even know what he looks like.” He looked at Katie. “One person out of all of us isn’t much help.”

“Something tells me he’s not going to be 16 and pimply.” Damon pointed out with a roll of his eyes.

“Try dimple chinned, dirty blond kind of curly hair, naturally pouty lips, dark blue-green eyes with a body build similar to Damon’s but maybe a little taller.” She answered, making everyone look at her. “You guys remember me making you watch the movie Raise Your Voice right?” she asked and the two girls nodded. “Think Kiwi only more mature.”

“Yeah we don’t know who that is.” Stefan told her with a shake of his head and the ever present frown.

“Bing Johnny Lewis.” she told them.

“Can we get back on topic here?” Stefan asked. “The point is that Klaus could be anywhere at any time. He compelled someone at school today and none of you saw him.” he told them as he put his hands on his hips and gave the girls a pointed look. “I guess it’s not as safe as you guys thought, huh?”

A knock sounded at the door before Alaric came in. After that they decided that they were going to go to the dance and if need be Bonnie would use her powers to kill him. “Come on, I want to show you something.” Damon told her as everyone was going separate ways and he nudged her shoulder with his and jerked his head for her to follow him.

“All of this is vintage?” Katie asked, looking at the boxes of women’s clothing from the sixties.

“Yep, it’s the perks of living so long. Plus my ancestors tend to be pack rats.” He told her as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Pick anything you want.”

After digging through some boxes and scattering clothes all over his room Katie had three potential outfits laid out on his bed. “Twiggy, Audrey Hepburn or generic hippy?” she asked with a point to each outfit.

“Audrey.” He answered without even having to think about it as he pointed to the black dress, black gloves, pearls and even a vintage cigarette holder.

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Katie and Damon were walking arm in arm through the parking lot toward the gym when Katie overheard Jeremy and Bonnie talking. Katie’s sensitive ears caught Jeremy saying, “I can’t just let you get yourself killed.”

Katie pulled Damon to a stop. “What?” Katie tapped her ear and pointed to Bonnie and Jeremy. “Now who’s an eavesdropper?” he asked and she shushed him.

“So you’re saying there’s a 50-50 shot that you won’t die?” Jeremy asked Bonnie and Katie looked up at Damon with wide eyes.

Bonnie hugged Jeremy and caught Katie looking at them with wide eyes. Katie started over to them, but Elena and Stefan walked over at the same time. So Katie and Damon refrained from talking about what they just over heard.

“Hey guys.” Katie greeted. “Loving the looks.” She told them with a smile and a motion to their outfits.

“You too.” Elena replied then looked up at Stefan with a worried face.

“You guys ready to do this?” Stefan asked everyone in the circle.

With heads held high they headed to the dance. As they walked into the gym Dana cut off the music and started making an announcement. “We have a special shout-out tonight. This is for Elena.” It caught the group’s attention. “From Klaus.”

When the loud over the top intro stopped Damon spoke up. “That was a lame, cheap shot. He’s just trying to bait us.”

“I know everyone here.” Elena said as she looked at everyone in the over the top decorated gym.

“Yeah, I don’t see him.” Katie added doing the same. “If he’s here he’s staying out of sight.”

Damon looked around at them standing still in the middle of the dance floor. “This is a party, people, blend.” He grabbed Katie by the hand and gave her a twirl. “Let him come to us.” he said to everyone, but looked at her.

“Good idea.” Bonnie said as she grabbed Jeremy’s hand and pulled him away to dance.

“I’m gonna go talk to Ric.” Damon said as he pulled Katie with him, leaving Elena and Stefan to dance.

“Special dedication huh?” Alaric asked as Katie and Damon walked over. “This guy’s a little twisted.”

“I’m not impressed.” Damon said as he wrapped his arm around Katie’s waist.

“No?” Alaric asked, sounding surprised.

“No.” Katie answered. “It was stupid and way too typical of a taunt.”

Alaric gave her another weird look for the millionth time that day, but this one looked a little more like he was disappointed by her words. “Let me know if you see anything out of whack.” Damon told him before he gave Katie a twirl and they headed out onto the dance floor. They were dancing to Last Kiss by Pearl Jam when Damon noticed how down Katie looked. “You’re worried about Bonnie aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. Taking on Klaus could kill her, but not killing Klaus will kill Elena and there is nothing I can do to make it better.” She explained over the music. “I feel useless. I’m the only one who knows what Klaus looks like yet I can’t find him.”

“Don’t worry about Bonnie and stop putting so much pressure on yourself. We’re all pretty much useless at this point. Well, other than Bonnie.” he told her then spun her out then back into his chest, dancing with her back pressed against him.

When Matt and Caroline walked in Stefan started dancing with Caroline to fill her in and Elena danced with Matt to keep him company. “You know, even though there’s a dangerous vampire somewhere at this party…I’m having fun.” Katie told him over her shoulder. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He twirled her around so that they were dancing face to face again. “And if things ever calm down, I promise to take you out on an actual date.”

“I’m holding you to it.” she told him with a smile and a glare.

“I need to talk to Bonnie. I’ll be back in a second.” He told her and they headed over to Bonnie and Jeremy. “May I?” Damon asked.

Jeremy looked at Bonnie who nodded. So Katie held her hand out to Jeremy. “You gonna leave me hanging?” she asked with an awkward smile. He sighed like he really didn’t want to then slapped his hand into hers. They walked a little ways away from Damon and Bonnie and started dancing. “I know this is awkward, but I overheard what Bonnie told you…about her having a 50-50 chance of surviving if she goes up against Klaus.” Jeremy rolled his eyes and looked away from her. “You’re mad, I get it, I am too.”

“So you think you could talk her out of it?” he asked as he looked her in the eyes and he could tell by the look in hers that she wasn’t going to try. “Of course not. You’re just like Damon.” He scoffed as he jerked his arms off of where they rested on her shoulders and took off.

“Jeremy.” Katie tried to stop him, but he kept walking.

Katie sighed and let her head fall forward. “Hey, everything okay?” Damon asked as, “I Think We’re Alone Now” by Tiffany, an upbeat song, started playing.

“Yeah, let’s just…get back out there and blend.” She sighed so Damon grabbed her hand with a devious smile. They were smiling and dancing when Stefan came over and pulled Damon away.

“Please tell me that you didn’t know Bonnie was on a suicide mission.” He told Damon, but looked at Katie too.

“Oh, great, Jeremy told you and of course you told Elena.” Damon replied with a frown.

“Yeah, I told her.” he told him then turned his eyes to Katie. “You should have the second you found out.” He then looked at Damon. “You promised her no more secrets.”

“I changed my mind.” He told Stefan with a glare.

“Guys,” Katie spoke up getting their attention, “Jeremy’s getting jumped in the hallway.” She didn’t give them a chance to say anything before she started running for the exit.

“Hey assholes!” Katie yelled making the three guys look her way. She was almost to Jeremy when one of the guys pulled out a crossbow and shot Katie in the neck. “Seriously?” she rasped not being able to breathe. Damon zipped over and pulled the stake out of her neck.

“Let me guess, Klaus says hi.” Damon said as he grabbed the guy that shot her.

Katie punched one guy while Stefan punched the other, knocking them out. “No, no, no.” Stefan stuttered, stopping Damon from staking the third guy. “Don’t kill him. He’s compelled.”

“So?” Damon asked.

“So the whole thing is a distraction. You two go find Bonnie and Elena. I got this.” Stefan told them.

Damon threw the guy against the lockers that lined the hall then he and Katie took off outside to find Elena and Bonnie. “Look who can punch guys and run in heels.” Damon commented as they ran.

“Yeah, I’m really maturing.” She joked flatly

“Seriously, where’d you learn to punch like that?” he asked as they paused for a second, looking around for the girls.

“Elijah.” She answered then met Damon’s eyes. “He taught me how to fight. Fat lot of good it did to help me then.” She sighed. “Where are they?” she stopped and started listening.

Eventually they heard the sound of glass breaking and headed that way. They ran into Elena and Bonnie. “What happened?” Damon asked as they all came to a stop in the middle of the school hallway.

“Klaus is in Alaric’s body.” Elena panted with a point over her shoulder.

“What?” Damon and Katie asked at the same time.

“He’s possessing it or something.” Bonnie added.

“Go find Stefan. Now.” Damon told Elena and she ran off. “Can you kill him?” he asked Bonnie.

“He’s got some kind of protection spell on him.” Bonnie answered.

“You have the power of a hundred witches. Break it.” Damon told her.

“I’m trying!” Bonnie snapped at him. “If I kill Alaric, he’ll just possess someone else. He knows I have my power, Damon. He’s trying to kill me.”

“No.” Damon said with a shake of his head. “Klaus does not get to win tonight, no way. Are you still willing to do whatever it takes to kill him?”

Bonnie nodded. Katie looked at Damon knowing he had an idea. “So what’s the plan?” she asked.

“He wants to kill you.” he told Bonnie then looked at Katie. “So let’s make him think you’re dead.” He looked back at Bonnie who gave him a stiff nod.

Damon and Katie went looking for Elena and Stefan who found them fairly quickly. “What are you doing? Where’s Bonnie?” Elena asked when they met up in the hallway.

“She’s doing what she has to do.” Damon answered.

Elena and Stefan looked back and forth between Damon and Katie. “What?” Elena asked.

“Where is she?” Stefan asked Damon then looked at Katie. “I would expect this from him, but not you.”

“Stefan, let Bonnie do this.” Damon argued.

“Damn it Damon, where is she!?” Stefan yelled.

When neither of them answered Elena and Stefan took off in the direction Katie and Damon had come from. The couple followed a little ways behind them. They were rounding the corner when they saw Bonnie slam the cafeteria doors in Elena and Stefan’s faces.

Katie and Damon waited behind Stefan and Elena who were fighting to get inside to Bonnie, until the witch passed out and the doors opened. The tears on Katie’s face were real as she walked into the cafeteria where Elena sat beside Bonnie begging Stefan to do something to save her. “It’s too late. I’m sorry.” Stefan told her.

“How could you let her do that?” Elena shouted at Katie. “You knew she would die if she took him on!”

“It was her choice Elena.” Katie told her then wiped her tears.

“Stefan, get Elena out of here. I’ll deal with the body.” Damon said as he walked into the room.

“What do you mean deal with it?” Elena asked, still crying hysterically.

“Sheriff Forbs can’t know about this. If she finds out that Bonnie died mysteriously people will start asking questions and that’s the last thing we need.” Katie answered as Damon walked over and tried to pick up Bonnie.

“This is Bonnie!” Elena yelled at them then looked at Katie. “How can you be so heartless?”

Damon looked at Stefan. “Get her home. Now.”

Stefan started trying to get Elena to stand up. “No. Jeremy. Oh my god, Jeremy. What about Jeremy?”

“I’ll find him.” Katie told her gently. Elena cried as Stefan lifted her up and took her from the cafeteria.

While Damon brought Bonnie to his car Katie went after Jeremy. They found Damon as he was shutting the trunk. “You said you were bringing me to Bonnie.” Jeremy complained when he saw Damon.

“We need to have a little talk.” Damon then explained what happened and what they were going to do next.

They brought Bonnie and Jeremy to the witch massacre house then headed home.

“What did you do with her?” Elena asked when she saw Damon and Katie walk into the boarding house.

“Will you please calm her down?” Damon asked.

“Don’t talk like I’m not standing right in front of you.” Elena told him, still upset and crying.

“Please…calm…down.” Damon told her, putting emphasis on each word.

“You knew!” Elena yelled at them. “Both of you knew didn’t you? You knew that if she harnessed all that power, that she would die.”

“Yes.” Damon and Katie answered at the same time.

“Yes, we knew.” Elena slapped Damon. “You need to listen to me and prepare for what I’m about to say.”

Katie stepped back, content to let Damon explain everything to them. When Damon finished telling her everything he walked away and Stefan went after him. “How could you do that?” Elena asked her.

“Damon, Bonnie and I did what had to be done. I’m sorry to have put you through that.” She told her simply then went to her room.

She had just gotten out of the shower when she heard Damon and Elena talking in his room. “Let’s get one thing straight, Damon. Bonnie will not die for me. I will not let that happen.” She heard Elena say.

“We need to kill Klaus, Elena. Real Klaus. Who will probably be coming to pay you a visit soon now that he knows that Bonnie’s dead. She’s the only one who can do it.” she heard Damon tell Elena as she dried off and grabbed some clothes out of her dresser.

“We’ll find another way.” Elena argued.

“I hope so.” Damon answered.

“Look, I shouldn’t have hit you.” Elena told him.

“Apology accepted.” Damon answered and Katie thought the conversation was over, but Damon started talking again. “Let me be clear about something. If it comes down to you and the witch again, I will gladly let Bonnie die.”

Katie stopped listening when she heard Elena leave Damon’s room. She was pulling an old band T-shirt over her head when she heard a knock on her door. To her surprise it was Elena. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, sure.” Katie stepped aside and waved her into the room.

“I want to un-dagger Elijah.” She told her quietly.

“What?” Katie asked. “No.”

“Hear me out.” Elena whispered. Katie tapped her finger on her ear then held it up telling Elena to give her a second. She plugged her phone up to a speaker and turned on some music to make it harder for Damon and Stefan to hear them. Katie motioned for Elena to talk. “I refuse to let Bonnie die for me and I know you were willing to let her do it tonight, but I won’t let it happen again.”

“So what does un-daggering Elijah accomplish?” Katie asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Other than making things between me and Damon complicated again?”

“If anyone will know of another way to kill Klaus it’s him.” Elena argued.

“I’m guessing you don’t want Damon or Stefan to know what you’re planning?” Katie asked and Elena sighed and shook her head no. “I can’t keep secrets from Damon.”

“Katie, please, this is bigger than you and Damon or me and Stefan for that matter. This could save people’s lives.” Elena begged her.

“I’m not going to help you, but I’m not going to stand in your way either. As far as I’m concerned we never had this conversation.” Katie told her then opened the door and jerked her head for Elena to leave her room.

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Katie was getting dressed when she heard a crash downstairs. She whooshed down only to be grabbed by Elijah and whooshed outside with him where he collapsed on the porch taking her down with him. “Katie.” He panted and she put her finger over her lips. When Elena showed up at the door Elijah tried to go inside after her, but he couldn’t enter. “What happened?” he asked.

Elena shushed him and pointed to her ear then up to the guys rooms. “I’ll tell you.” she whispered almost inaudibly. “Not here. Can I trust you?”

“Can I trust you?” Elijah whispered back. As an answer Elena handed him the dagger she had taken from him. Elijah took it then looked at Katie. “Katie comes too.” Elijah told her and she nodded.

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Katie and Elijah both drank blood bags from her stash at her house as Elena drove. “Where did you get the dagger?” Elijah asked as she pulled to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

“I’ll tell you everything, but we have to work together, Elijah.” Elena replied. “I need your word.”

“Your ability to make demands has long passed.” Elijah told her.

“No demands.” Elena told him with a glance at Katie in the back seat, finishing off her blood bag. “I’m offering you my help and in return, I want yours.”

“And why should I even consider this?” Elijah asked, also glancing back at Katie who hadn’t said a word to him since he woke.

“The same reason that you haven’t killed me. You need my help to kill Klaus and I need you.” Elena’s phone started ringing and she picked it up to see Stefan’s name on the screen.

“Where’s Elijah?” Stefan asked.

“He’s right here.” Elena told him.

“Where? I’m on my way.” Stefan said hastily.

“No, Stefan, Elijah and I need some time to talk.” Elena told him.

“Listen to me. He can’t be trusted.” Stefan argued. “He’ll use you to get to Klaus.”

“Elijah is a noble man, Stefan. He lives by a code of honor. I can trust him.” Elena told him. “He knows that I’d be incredibly stupid to betray him again. By removing the dagger I have proven myself.”

“You can’t do this alone.” Stefan argued.

“It’s my decision, Stefan. Please respect it. And I’m not alone, so make sure Damon doesn’t do anything stupid.” She told him as she looked back at Katie.

“Who’s with you?” Stefan asked on high alert.

“Elijah wouldn’t talk to me unless Katie came too.” Elena informed him. “I’ll be in touch.” She hung up the phone then looked at Elijah who held his hand out for her phone. She put it in his head then he looked back at Katie and held his hand out for her phone too.

“I don’t have it.” she told them with a shrug. “I wasn’t exactly prepaid to leave the house when you snatched me up.” She said with a point to her messy hair.

“Okay so where are we going?” Elena asked as she put her hands on the steering wheel.

“The Lockwood’s. We will be able to talk freely there.” He told her so she pulled onto the road.

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“Elijah? Katie, Elena, what are you doing here?” Carol asked when she answered the door looking like she was about to leave and saw Katie and Elena standing on each side of Elijah. “What happened?” she asked when she noticed the burned and tattered state of Elijah’s clothes.

“I’ve had a bit of an incident, Carol. I’m hoping you could help.” Elijah answered and Katie couldn’t help but smirk. What he called an incident was really Damon attempting to burn his desiccated body.

“Well, I’m on my way to a meeting, so I-”

“It won’t take but a minute of your time.” Elijah stepped up and looked her in the eyes.

“Of course. Anything you need.” Carol replied with a smile as she stepped back and let them inside.

“Well first things first.” Elijah said as they walked in and Carol shut the door behind them. “I’m going to need a change of clothing.”

“Well, we could try one of my husband’s suits. I haven’t boxed them up yet.” Carol told him then headed upstairs.

“How did you know she’s not on vervain?” Elena asked and Katie was curious too, but she wasn’t speaking to Elijah unless he spoke to her first.

“Because I’m the one that got her off of it.” Elijah answered. “Right before you and,” he looked at Katie, “your friends killed me.” He looked back at Elena. “Twice.” Katie rolled her eyes at him. “If you’ll excuse me I’ll be down in a moment.” He headed up the stairs leaving Katie and Elena alone.

Katie headed into the parlor and flopped down on the couch and Elena sat down in an armchair. “Am I sensing tension between you two?” Elena asked, noticing that once again Katie’s arms were folded over her chest.

“Just a little.” Katie said as she held up her fingers in a pinching motion. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Soon Elijah came down wearing a fresh suit and his hair was combed. Katie’s eyes took him in from head to toe and he cleared his throat to get her attention. “So I assume the martin witches are no longer with us.” he asked as he sat down on the couch next to Katie. She got up and sat down in the armchair that was next to the one Elena sat in. A round end table separated them.

“No.” Elena answered. “I’m sorry.”

Katie thought he was going to ask if Jonas had managed to give her memories back to her, but instead he said “And Katerina? She would have been released from my compulsion when I died.”

“Klaus took her.” Elena answered and Katie noticed a ghost of an emotion danced across his face. She doubted Elena even saw it, but it made Katie wonder if Elijah cared about Katherine. “We think that she may be dead.”

“I doubt that.” Elijah replied. “Not Niklaus’ style. Death would be too easy for her after what she did.”

“I don’t understand. You say that you want Klaus dead, but you still made Katherine pay for betraying him.” Elena said as she scooted to the edge of her chair.

“I have my own reasons for wanting Katerina to pay.” His words make Katie pay closer attention. “I’m assuming that Katie has told you everything I told her during our lunch the other evening?” he asked looking at her only for her to look away from him.

“Yes they told us that Klaus is your half brother and his biological father was a werewolf. I know you have other siblings but I don’t know where they are or even if they are still alive. And I also know the sun and moon curse is not real. What Klaus really wants to do is break the curse put on him to keep his wolf gene locked away.” She told him and he nodded at her then looked at Katie who still wasn’t looking at them.

Elena’s phone kept buzzing. He sighed and pulled it out of his pocket. “Your phone will not stop its incessant buzzing. Answer it, please.” He stood up and held it out to Elena and she took it.

“Stefan,” She started ready to give him an ear full but her face changed to one of worry. “What’s wrong? No. No, no, no.” she rushed, “Okay I’ll be right there.” She hung up then looked at Elijah. “Klaus went after Jenna. I have to go to her.”

“I’m afraid that wasn’t part of today’s arrangement.” Elijah pointed out.

“She’s my family, Elijah. I have to.” Elena argued. “I’ll be back. You have my word.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me until you live up to it.” he told her and she ran off, the front door slamming behind her.

Even with Elena gone Katie didn’t look at Elijah. “You’re mad at me.” He said from where he still stood in front of the couch.

“You think?” Katie asked as she stood up, glaring at him. “You had Mr. Martin destroy the dam in my mind and flood it with memories, most of which I still don’t want.”

“And you conspired with Damon to kill me. The feeling is mutual.” He told her with a glare of his own.

“I didn’t conspire with him!” Katie defended herself taking a step closer to him as she started ranting. “He and Alaric did that behind my back. I naively thought it was just going to be a simple dinner party. I didn’t know that stupid dagger even existed until it was shoved into your back and knocked me to my knees.”

“You didn’t try to kill me?” he asked a little shocked that she was yelling at him.

“No.” she answered.

“Even still am not sorry for making you remember me.” he told her as he looked down at the floor with his hands in his pockets.

Katie took a deep breath and let her head fall to look at the floor as she calmed herself. “I need some fresh air.” She told him and he looked up at her. “Take a walk with me?” he gave her a small smirk as he held his arm out to her. She looped her arm through it, feeling the pull to him she always felt in close proximity, and led him to the back door. “You didn’t know why and neither did I, but there was a reason I didn’t want my memories back.” she explained as they walked down the steps out into the yard. “It has nothing to do with you and me or Damon and me and everything to do with my father.”

“What does Bradley have to do with your memories?” Elijah asked, a little confused.

“Not my father from this life, my first father, Hannah’s father.” She told him as they walked over to the pond in the backyard. “I never told you why Ronan and I moved so far away from them to live in a piece of crap cabin in the middle of nowhere.” She told him and he looked down at her, squinting in the sun. “It will be easier to just show you.” she told him as they came to a stop at the edge of the pond and she let go of his arm. He watched her curiously as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her head, the heel of his palm resting over her temple.

As they both closed their eyes, flashing images of Hannah and her sister getting flogged with a cat of nine tails, running through the fields as their father yelled for them to come back, or climbing a tree in an attempt to hide from the vicious, hateful man, flashed through their heads. When Katie thought he had seen enough to get her point across she took his hand off of her and opened her eyes, staring into his sympathetic brown eyes. “I never would have guessed.” He said with a shake of his head as he let what she’d shown him sink in. “You didn’t have any scars on your back.”

“My nanny was Fiona’s mother. She used magic to keep me from scaring.” She explained. “If it hadn’t been for her my sister and I wouldn’t have made it past the age of ten.”

“I take it back. I am sorry.” he told her as he cupped her cheek in his hand.

She closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of him for a moment. “You didn’t know.” She told him and he slid his hand around to the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hug. “I was so mad at you, for forcing me to remember everything.” She told him as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her palms over his shoulder blades. “But I can’t stay mad at you.” she realized it was true. She couldn’t stay mad at him for the same reason she couldn’t stay mad as Damon. She pulled back, her hands resting on his shoulders while he held her waist. “I forgive you.”

He took in a deep breath and slid his hand over her cheek. She thought he was going to kiss her lips, but instead he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I have to wonder if Damon knows how lucky he is to have you.”

Katie sighed and tried to hold back her emotions. “He does.” She told him with a nod as she lifted her head from his. “And I’m sorry, but I’m still choosing him. The only thing getting my memories back has changed is the fact that I now know that my love for you isn’t the link or magic, it’s just…us. It’s real.”

“How can you choose him after admitting that you love me?” he asked, getting a little angry.

“Because I love him too.” She answered as she slid her hands up to hold the sides of his neck. “And in this life I loved him first. I told him I would always choose him and who would I be if I went back on my promise?” Elijah just stared at her. “I wish I could be selfish like Katherine and have both of you, but I can’t.” She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek. They both heard Elena pull up out front. “I have to go.” With a whoosh, she disappeared.

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“Where’s Elena?” Stefan headed her way from the parlor when he heard her walk in.

“Still talking to Elijah.” She sighed as she walked into the parlor and over to Damon where he sat on the couch and sat down next to him.

“You left her alone with him?” Stefan asked as if it were a big mistake.

“Yes.” She answered as she noticed Damon lean away from her. “She’s safe with him, you don’t have to worry.”

“I don’t have to worry?” Stefan asked, getting mad. “He’s an original. He can’t be trusted.”

Katie stood from the couch and headed to the decanter behind the couch. “I need a drink.”

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They were sitting in the study having a drink when Elena and Elijah walked in. “Now you’ve invited him in?” Damon asked as they all stood up.

“Elijah and I have renewed the terms of our deal.” Elena told them.

“Really?” Damon asked with an attitude getting a warning look from Katie.

“The two of you will come to no harm at my hands.” Elijah informed them then walked closer to the railing that separated them. “I only ask for one thing in return.”

“What?” Damon asked as Elena walked over to stand behind Elijah.

“An apology.” Elijah said as Katie grabbed Damon’s hand in an attempt to calm him.

“A what?” Damon asked snarkily.

Stefan, Katie and Damon exchanged looks before Stefan walked closer to Elijah, “I’m sorry for the part I played in your death. I was protecting Elena. I will always protect Elena.”

“I understand.” Elijah told Stefan then everyone looked at Damon who glared at him and shook his head no.

“The sacrifice is going to happen, Damon.” Elena told him. “Bonnie will be able to kill Klaus without hurting herself and Elijah knows how to save my life. I told you I’d find another way and I did.”

“Is that true?” Damon asked, glaring at Elijah.

“It is.” Elijah answered flatly.

“And you’re trusting him?” Damon asked Elena then looked at Katie letting her know he was asking her too, then looked back at Elena.

“I am.” Elena answered.

Damon looked at Katie. She looked at Elijah who gave her a nod then looked back at Damon. “I trust him. And I don’t think an apology is too much to ask considering you guys killed him, twice.”

“You can all go to hell.” Damon told them with a pointed look at Katie before he walked off.

“This is who you choose to love?” Elijah asked not caring about the other people in the room.

“He’s mad at me for trusting you. He’ll come around.” Katie defended.

“Perhaps.” Elijah replied before Katie went after Damon.

“Damon?” Katie called as she walked into his room and found him in his closet. “I know you’re mad at me for siding with him and Elena, but he told me before that he knew of a way to save Elena and I’m sorry, but I believe him.”

“Get out of here, Katie.” He didn’t look at her and instead put an empty hanger back on the rod.

“No.” she told him sternly as he brushed past her and tossed the plain black shirt in his hand on the bed. “I know you care about Elena and you have for a while now, but this is the only way we can save her and kill Klaus without Bonnie dieing.”

“I said get out.” He snapped as he turned to look at her.

“And I said,” he walked over to him and slid her hands up his chest to each side of his neck, “No.” he glared at her. “Be mad at me all you want, but don’t shut me out.”

“Did you help Elena un-dagger him? Was it your idea?” he asked and now Katie understood why he’d been pulling away from her all day.

“Last night she told me what she wanted to do and I begged her not to.” She answered and Damon got angrier. “She told me she wouldn’t and I believed her.”

“But you didn’t go out of your way to make sure she didn’t do it, did you?” he asked and Katie’s eyes fell to the floor. “Right.” He sighed and headed to the door and opened it then jerked his head for her to leave.

“You said you wouldn’t let him come between us.” Katie argued not moving from where she stood in the middle of his room.

“So did you, but you let Elena take that dagger out of him.” he told her angrily.

“What do you want me to say?” Katie asked, raising her voice. “That I couldn’t stand the thought of him laying dead in the dust? That I love him?” she asked rhetorically and he just stared at her with wide angry eyes. “Fine, I love him. I love him just as much as I love you and I hate it! I hate having to choose between the two loves of my lives, but I have to and I choose you, Damon.” She told him as she crossed the room and grabbed his open button up shirt in her fists. “From the moment I saw you at the grill, making flirty eyes at Caroline I knew I wanted to be with you. I never thought for a second that you’d actually want me back, but you do and I will be damned if I let you go.” A little anger faded from his face. “So please, don’t give up on me.”

Damon grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to him, kissing her like his life depended on it. When the kiss broke he pressed his forehead to hers, “I won’t give up on you.”

“Thank you.” she sighed and opened her eyes to stare into his before he kissed her and they slipped closed again.

[kweebtrash]

Why Stop Now (M)

Pairing:  JohnnyxYutaxReader

Genre: PWP, One Shot, College Au (barely)

Summary: I literally just wanted to write about getting DP’d hardcore with my bias and wrecker. that’s it. It’s just fucking, short and sweet

Word Count: 4.2k

Features:  blowjob, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, anal, squirting, grinding, a smidge of public sex, a little bit of overstretching, 

A/N: Probs will edit some more later like tomorrow when I’m not so tired.

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It was a mistake coming here tonight. I didn’t want to be surrounded by a house full of idiots but I most certainly didn't want to run into my ex. Lucas was currently the bane of my existence after I caught him cheating on me at a party similar to this. The moment I saw him I took to drinking my sorrows away in order to forget. I hoped I looked good enough to ever make him regret being the world's biggest asshole to me. The unfortunate part was that I hadn't really eaten much for a good part of the day and the alcohol hit me harder than I wanted it to. I slowed down and worked through clusters of people to head upstairs and rest in Taeyong's bedroom. I hoped it wasnt occupied with a fucking couple as I didn't need war flashbacks to top off my already sour mood. His room was thankfully barren and I closed the door and set the lock.

The bed looked perfect for me to just take a quiet nap and I shuffled slowly to the mattress before throwing myself across it. I wanted my head to stop spinning a bit so I could start making good decisions. Once I was a bit more sober I would head home instead of wallowing in misery and chatting with guys I had slept with in the past. Almost the entirety of my track record was in attendance here which was the cherry on top of my clusterfuck sundae. There was Taeil from my college writing class, Taeyong, the host of the party, from my media class, Jaehyun from the Student Democrats club, and I was sure my most frequent suitors, Johnny and Yuta were floating around somewhere. All in all I was making mistake after mistake in the grand scheme of things.

I shut my eyes and tried to focus on sleep but the music was still too loud even through the closed door and I could hear voices pouring in from the open window. Those voices sounded way too familiar and I winced the moment I recognized them. I hoped to all hell they didn't notice me in the room as they were sitting on the mid roof right outside of Taeyong's bedroom. I curled up and tried to stay as quiet as possible but my plan failed entirely when I heard my name called out in a weed induced slur.

"Heyyyy baby! What are you doing here?!" Yuta giggled.

"Fuck I haven't seen you in forever!" Johnny added.

I grumbled and squeezed my eyes tighter. "Leave me alone. I hit the bottle too hard and I need to sleep it off for a bit."

"Ooh did you see Lucas downstairs? Is that it?" Yuta asked.

I stayed quiet, refusing to answer. 

"Yup," Johnny said. "Definitely saw Lucas. Come here babe. We'll help you get your mind off it."

"Absolutely not." I said, finally sitting up. "You two are the worst trouble makers of them all. I don't need you trying to play games tonight."

"When have we ever played games?!" Yuta took a long drag from the joint he and Johnny had been sharing. 

"Hmm, let's see, leaving me on read, ghosting me, dumping me out of your room after we were done fucking, being complete fuckboys. The list goes on, truly."

"We're not that bad! Besides...you always come back for more, don't you?" Johnny smirked.

My face flared up instantly at his truth filled statement. Little fucker. "Be quiet." I snapped. "That's not the point."

"Yeah, your point should be coming out here and joining us. The breeze is much better up here and it's not as hot as it is in the house."

Yuta was right. The summer weather had been unforgiving especially when a couple dozen people were crammed in a small two story house. The breeze was coming in nicely through the windows and I contemplated actually going out there in hopes that the air would help clear my head.. I sighed and used the bed for leverage to crawl out the window and sit on the roof area. Yuta passed the blunt to Johnny and I laid back against the paneling, staring down at the mess of people on the lawn.

"We've been people watching all night. That dude on the left has been trying to get in this chicks pants for like an hour now. It ain't gonna happen." Johnny laughed.

"Hmm, he doesn't look like he's got game. I wouldn't sleep with him."

"What he's not your type? I thought you liked big dumb idiots?"

"I mean that's why I fucked you, didn't I?" I smirked at Johnny who glared at me.

Yuta snorted and laid back with me, clasping his hands behind his head. "This party blows. Taeyong's cool and all but something needs to happen."

"What would you even want to happen?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Something. Anything. I could get laid or be at home stuffing my face with frozen burritos and passing the fuck out."

"That sounds so titillating."

Johnny snorted. "Heh, tittle."

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, you giant man child."

"Do you wanna hook up?" Yuta asked suddenly. He was never one for subtlety.

"Uh...like right now? I still kinda feel like crap."

"Fucking will help with that. We could all fuck." Johnny propositioned.

"Like a threesome?" I looked between the two of the as they shrugged, playing it off real cool. I blushed hard not knowing how to respond. It wasn't something I really had experience in but Yuta and Johnny were my two favorite people to fuck. Johnny was commanding and a little rough with a secretive soft side that poked through every once in awhile. Yuta was dirty to the core, bending me every which way and unabashed at anything he suggested we do. Things usually ended up messy with him but I never thought about fucking the two together. Having Johnny's thickness invade every inch of me while Yuta fucked me from behind; being so completely stuffed that my stomach would clench and I could feel so whole and perfectly ruined. I bit my lip and pressed my thighs together as scenes began to flourish in my mind.

"Hello?" Yuta snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Did you hear us?

"Huh? Uh...yeah, the hookup. Threesome. Um, I've never had a threesome before." I admitted shyly.

"I had one once but it wasn't that great. Dude was hogging the chick the whole time. So Yuta if you pull that shit I'm dipping out."

"Trust me dude. I've got my own plans. You can do whatever you want to her pus-"

I slapped my hand over his mouth, keeping him from saying that vile word. "We get it. You want to fuck my ass."

"You do that?" Johnny questioned.

I sighed and laid back down. "Only with Yuta. He gets excited over it and we'll…"

"She literally cums so hard when we do it. Don't let her fool you, she's just as big of a slut as I am."

"Shut up, asshole! I am not. Well...maybe a little but you don't have to point it out."

"Alright, let's cut the crap. Threesome of not? It's been awhile since you've gotten fucked, right? You and Lucas broke up like a month or so ago." Johnny said.

"Yeah, don't remind me…"

"Agree to fuck us and we'll make sure we can help you forget." Yuta said.

I sighed and gave in, too easily for my liking but the images I created where already burned into my mind. "Sure, why the fuck not."

Yuta said no more and dove to capture my neck in slow and methodical kisses, nibbling ever once in awhile. Johnny's large hand was working itself over my stomach as he leaned down to capture me in a kiss. His lips were so fucking amazing that sometimes it made my heart ache to have them against me. They were full, soft, and he knew exactly how to work them so I would get wet in an instant. I parted my lips and let his thick tongue creep into my mouth, sucking on my own and making sure I couldn't breathe. His fingers wiggled beneath the hem of my shirt and pushed it upwards to expose my chest to the cool breeze.

"Whoa, wait. We can't do it out here!" I whispered harshly.

"Shhh, it's just the beginning. We'll finish everything inside; we need the room anyway. For now I just want you legs spread open and to see if we can make you squirt off the rooftop." Yuta said deviously.

"D-dont you fucking dare!" My face was red at the thought but it shook me to my core. I ached for them to prove that they could make my body do such things.

"Take them off, Yuta." Johnny commanded. 

Yuta slipped his hand under my skirt to grab a hold of my panties and yank them down. I fumbled to try and keep them on, embarrassed that someone might see us but they got tossed to Johnny who pocketed them with a teasing smile. My legs were forced open then, the front clasp of my bra worked apart, so every tender area was exposed. Johnny latched his lips around my nipple, sucking deeply as his long middle finger trailed up the length of my slit. "She's already starting to get wet."

"Of course she is. Told you she was dirty." Yuta commented.

"If you two don't stop talking I'm going to-" I gasped softly as I felt Johnny push his finger inside me. It was slow and precise, dragging up and down my walls to work me up even more. He went back to teasing my breast while Yuta licked his fingers and set them over my clit. He circled them over the sensitive spot, pairing it with more bites to my neck that flowed down to my chest. I didn't know where to even put my hands at this point and I was already arching slightly against all their teasing. I felt Johnny hook his ankle over mine and nudge my leg to rest between his strong thighs. The center of his jeans pressed against the junction of my knee and thigh and he rocked against me, creating as much friction as possible. He moaned deeply against my chest and I couldn't help how frenzied it made my brain.

Yuta nudged his free hand between us, grabbing a hold on my wrist and guiding me to touch him. My fingers rubbed against the denim, feeling the way he was starting to bulge beneath the fabric. I closed my eyes then, letting my senses get overridden by their exploring hands and tongues. Johnny licked his way up my neck so his lips could rest by my ear. "I know you like getting stretched out but how many fingers do you think we can fit in there before you cum." He whispered in his slightly deepened voice. I turned away from him, trying to hide how embarrassed his words were making me and ended up catching Yuta's lips instead. Johnny chuckled softly as he watched my lips get occupied but someone else and shoved another finger inside me. With how big his hands were just those couple of digits had my entrance already working to accommodate him. 

Yuta scissored my lower lips open while the tip of his middle finger curled little strokes against my clit, leaving me open for more sensitivity. My hips bucked then and I squirmed, trying to move away for a moment to regain my composure. Pressure was building within the pit of my stomach as I could feel that orgasm creeping closer. As I tried to close my free leg, Yuta trapped it between his thighs, mimicking Johnny so I couldn't hide even if I tried. Anyone could look up and see me half naked and getting fingered to all hell and back. I knew they weren't going to let me go until I came. My breath burned in my lungs as I couldn't seem to catch it but I was just able to pant out a little beg. "P-please, m-more."

Yuta's fingers joined Johnny's then, forcing two more into me. While Johnny kept steady thrusts, Yuta curled his fingers in a beckoning motion, trying to dig the harshest reaction out of me. "Touch yourself." He commanded, adding a small nip to the shell of my ear afterward. I took over the attention to my clit while their fingers explored and bodies grinded against my thighs. My lower half trembled with the threat of release and I clamped my lips shut so I wouldn't draw attention from the other partygoers below. Both my nipples were overtaken by their mouths again just as I felt increased attention to a particularly sensitive spot within me. I grabbed at Yuta's hand to make sure he stayed in place and commanded Johnny to go faster. My own fingers increased speed as I heard my wetness echoing into the night. 

My toes were curling within my shoes, my body dipping against the panelling, and suddenly a rush of absolute bliss washed over me. I shuddered hard, my body practically collapsing in on itself as I slapped at their hands to try and remove the intensity. They didn't let up, becoming greedy for the way my body was creating splashes down the rooftop. I finally grabbed their hands and pushed them away to snap my legs shut and breathe. I muttered out curses while Johnny and Yuta were all smiles and cheers, high fiving each other in victory of my glorious and wet defeat.

"Damn, I didn't think you could actually do it!" Johnny said as excited as a puppy.

"Dude, I told you! That was fucking hot!"

I wanted to ask myself why I put up with their absolutely idiotic tendencies. They were stupid college kids with minds wrapped around partying, getting drunk or high, and getting laid. Nothing remotely appealing about that- then I was harshly reminded why I sought out their company when Johnny's bulge grazed against me again. When I glanced down I could tell that his jeans were trying desperately to keep him contained and he would be growling in my ear at any moment if he didn't get more attention. "We need to get inside." Johnny grunted right on cue. Yuta nodded and crawled up to the open window, tossing himself inside. Johnny and I followed suit and we were a clash of kisses and tongues, pulling off the rest of our clothes until my head was between Johnny's thighs and Yuta had my ass raised.

He shuffled around, rifling through Taeyong's drawers, looking intently for something. I was curious as to what he was doing but still currently occupied by the way Johnny filled my mouth entirely. I swallowed around him and gripped at his base to try and prevent him from thrusting harshly. He was always trying to get me to deep throat him but I couldn't take everything at once. It would usually end in a glaring contest with his hand firmly pushing my hand down until I tapped out. This time he seemed to be a little bit gentle and focused instead on the way my lips looked flowing over his thickness.

Yuta finally came back after a victorious exclamation. He had found whatever he was looking for and finally joined us on the bed. My hole was perfectly presented for him and I felt the familiar chill of lube against me. That must have been what he had been searching for in Taeyong's drawers. I sighed around my mouthful as his fingertip nudged against the barrier, slowly rocking until he poked through. His slender finger was enough to make me whimper and reach back to tap his outer thigh when I needed breaks. He was always good about that and filled our pauses with kisses up my spine or his thumb grazing the entrance of my heat. Eventually he was able to work his knuckle in and get a consistent rhythm going.

I popped off of Johnny when I felt his pre cum splatter across my taste buds, making sure he didn't get too worked up. He fumbled around for his pants that had been discarded on the floor, getting into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a condom. He ripped it open and I helped roll it on, kissing the tip playfully. "Yuta, let her move up to my lap." Johnny demanded.

Yuta scooted us closer so I could straddle Johnny and he could remain behind me to work my ass open. As Johnny slid his cock through my wetness, Yuta started to pry a second finger into me. He added a bit more lube and latched his teeth onto my shoulder, his other hand coming to cup my breast and make small pinches at my nipple. Johnny grabbed onto my hips, lifting me just a bit so I could sink down on his length. I bit down on my lip as soon as I felt that heavy fullness even within my stomach. He let out a moan from deep within his chest, head tossed back against the pillow and lips parted slightly. My bounces were small at first, giving Yuta a pace he could still work with as I desperately needed them both in me at the same time. I wished he could hurry up but patience, time, and dedication were needed for him to fuck me senseless.

The second finger made its way in fully and I felt the slight sting of my muscles trying to accommodate him. I took a few deep breaths, letting him push forward on every exhale. He scissored his fingers little by little, chuckling when he saw me gaped open. My cheeks burned as I knew he loved seeing me spread apart for him. I elbowed him gently, trying to get him to stop as my embarrassment continued. His lips were by my ear whispering the softest of teases. "You look so good like this I couldn't help myself."

"Yeah, we'll save your tired old lines for-" My hand flew to my mouth to cover a harsh gasp that was about to escape. Johnny had bucked his hips particularly hard to gain my attention. His brows were furrowed in irritation and he landed a heavy slap on my ass.

"Less talking, more working." He grunted.

I pouted but rolled my hips, feeling Johnny's cock press against my walls while Yuta curled his fingers deep within me. It was getting easier for him to work me open and the third finger edged in almost seamlessly. With each roll of my hips I was fucking myself back against them, squeezing my eyes shut and trying not to be too loud. I was sure the music would cover me but I didn't need the possibility of Taeyong coming in and see us defiling his bed.

Johnny dug his fingers into my thighs as he increased his pace. Heated skin on skin echoed throughout the room, mixing in with his slightly animalistic grunts and groans. Yuta gently rubbed my ass making my heart race as I knew what was next. "You ready?" He asked with a bit of concern. 

I nodded and turned my head for a kiss, his lips morphing into a smile as soon as we connected. "Dude, slow down a sec." Yuta told Johnny who seemed peeved at the request. He stopped his motions entirely as Yuta bent me over Johnny's torso. I heard the rip of his own condom packet and a few moments later he was lined up against me, thumbs spreading my asscheeks apart. Once his head creeped in past the barrier I buried my face deep into Johnny's neck, whimpering helplessly. 

"You ok?" He asked. I nodded, content that the both of them were showing their soft sides of being concerned for my well-being. It was a breath of fresh air given their usual antics.

"I got her. We've done this before." Yuta reassured the other man. More and more of me was filled, making my legs almost give out from their place over Johnny’s hips. All I could scream was 'oh god' in my head over and over and when Yuta finally was in the three of us groaned at the intense tight feeling surrounding around us.

"Please just fuck me." I said. I didnt want to waste anymore time as I needed my body turned into a pillar of pleasure between them. Yuta was the first to thrust and he grabbed a hold of my arms, pulling them behind me like reins to control his pace. Once Johnny joined in my eyes got lost in the back of my head and I was in a whirlwind of bliss. Each slam of their bodies into me created pressure that sent tingles throughout my entire being. I tried to keep up but it was hard to press into them when my body was getting destroyed. Veins and ridges crept up my walls, dragging through nerves and places I didn't think they could have ever reached. My thighs quaked as weakness set in but my lust wouldn’t be satisfied until I felt the warm heat of their cum inside me.

Johnny gripped my neck gently, nudging his thumb to lift my chin up so our lips could crash together. It was a sloppy mess of tangled breaths and soft groans, our tongues trying to stay melded as he fucked me harder. I clenched around him, bucking slightly when he pushed through the tightness. My second orgasm was approaching way too fast but there was no way to stop it. I pressed my forehead to Johnny, his whisper against my lips now. "Fuck, I wanna come for you."

"Don't say it just do it." I pleaded. 

Suddenly I was yanked back to be pressed against Yuta's chest. "You complained about that other dude hogging chicks and now you’re doing the same thing. Share a little." He chuckled.

"F-fuck you!" Johnny managed to groan out as he started to swell against my tightness.

"Such a cop out, cumming first." Yuta turned my face towards his, getting a taste of my lips again. He was thrusting upwards, getting every inch of him to slam into me relentlessly. He parted from me to replace his tongue with the pads of his index and middle finger. They pressed down on my tongue and I sucked hungrily around them. "You want me to touch you?" He teased. I nodded vigorously. If he added that extra magical sensation to my clit we'd all be a symphony of chaotic messes. He shoved his fingers in deeper, almost touching the back of my throat before teasing the digits back out slowly.

He worked them down between my breasts and towards my stomach until they met my clit and worked steady circles into me. Occasionally, he would tease my entrance, getting his fingertip in besides Johnny's cock and crooking his finger just an inch or so inside me. My eyes squeezed shut as I couldn't help but left let a loud moan run free, practically screaming for him not to stop. Johnny forced through one last sloppy thrust, raising his hips so his cock crashed against the deepest part of me, and spilled all he had within the rubber. I still felt that comforting heat through my lower belly and a smile crossed my lips. God, I needed that again and again. Yuta still was vibrant as ever, continuing to ravish me until my body tensed and flushed with warmth. I clenched my thighs around Johnny’s waist as my next orgasm gushed out, leaving trails across his abs. “F-fuck, s-sorry.” I whispered. He shook his head and sat up, cupping my face to kiss my lips and tired body. I held onto him as I could barely keep up with Yuta though I could feel him ready to lose himself at any moment as well.

“Don’t be sorry. You felt so fucking good.” He purred as he slipped out of me slowly. He gave me a wink as Yuta began his greed tirade of final thrusts, bending me over completely and ramming my ass back against him. Johnny watched us, making sure my head was turned towards him so he could see every expression of pain and pleasure on my face. I curled my fingers around the wrinkled bed sheets whimpering out Yuta’s name. His hips stuttered and his blunt nails dug into my skin as he burst within me, shoving his sheathed released as far down as he could. Johnny laid back and Yuta pulled out, flopping beside me. I could finally give my body the break it deserved as my lustful greed was quelled for now.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda missed that.” Johnny said.

Yuta hummed in agreement which got me thinking. We did all have good chemistry together and it was all for fun and after the hell I went through fun was exactly what I deserved. “Should we do it again? Like hook up? The three of us?” He asked.

“Well we’ve all fucked and then had this threesome so why stop now?”

[ikonct95]

I just want to be with you

Pairing: Johnny x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 3213

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You were panting by the time you reached the counter, your body soaking wet from the rain outside. Your white dress clung to your body but you didn’t care, didn’t care that you were leaving puddles of water with every step that you took towards the counter.

The salesperson gave you an odd look but didn’t comment about your appearance, “How can I help you?” she asked instead. Her smile was obviously fake but you didn’t care.

“One-way ticket to Chicago, please.” Your voice was shaking as hard as your body but you didn’t care, “The closest flight available.” You added.

The salesperson nodded her and tapped away on her computer. The tapping of your keyboard did nothing to your anxious mind as you continued to look behind your back every five seconds, making sure that no one has followed you.

“The next available flight is in an hour but there’s only one seat left all the way at the back near the bathroom.��� The woman informed you about five minutes later, smile still plastered on her lips.

You nodded your head as you retrieved your passport from your bra, slid out the wad of cash from it and pushed it towards the lady.

“How much?”

The woman had a slight look of discomfort on her face as she stared at the almost wet money on the counter, “Sorry, no cash, credit only.”

Her words were like a slap to the face but you refused to let that bring you down, inhaling to keep yourself from going to hysterics, you locked gazes with her, “Look, you can obviously tell that I’m trying to get as far away from here as possible. I’m begging to let this one go just this one time and pretend it never happen. I won’t mention it to anyone but, please, take my money.”

It was only when the woman saw the tears pooling your eyes that she discreetly took the money from you, “245 KWD.” She muttered before handing you the change.

“Thank you.” You smiled at her in gratitude.

The woman returned a sincere smile this time as she nodded her head, “Good luck.”

You were one of the first few people waiting at the gate. You still had 40 minutes before boarding began but you didn’t want to stray, you wanted to be on that plane as soon as possible. The idea of buying new clothes popped into your head but you wanted to save what little money you had for when you arrive to the U.S.

As the minutes went by, your anxiety wouldn’t stop. You kept scanning your surrounding for any familiar faces looking for you. You stayed away from open areas and only sat by the corner near the gate, waiting and hoping.

“We are now welcoming first class passengers.”

You let out a silent sigh of relief at the announcement. You were so close but you couldn’t celebrate yet as there was a long line of people beginning to form. You stood behind a tall and muscled man and behind you was an elderly woman.

The sound of your footsteps echoed your heartbeat as you grew nearer to the check in counter. And right as you handed your boarding pass, you heard the familiar sound of your brother shouting.

“There she is!”

Your heart dropped as you quickly snatched the ticket from the flight attendant and walked through the gates. The last thing you saw was security restraining your brother and pulling him away from the gate. Your mother, who looked so heartbroken but furious appeared in your line of vision momentarily before she followed your brother to make sure he was ok.

Guilt stabbed you as you walked along the pathway but you didn’t care. If you allowed for your emotions to consume you then you’ll be back to that prison. And you definitely didn’t want that.

Everyone was seated in their seats and yet the plane has yet to take off despite its initial schedule 15 minutes ago. It was when the flight attendant from the check-in counter came closer to you that you realized the reason for the delay.

You shook your head before she even had the chance to open her mouth, “I’m not leaving this plane. I’m not going back.” You almost sounded hysterical as the tears slipped down your cheeks, “Please, don’t make me go back.”

The flight attendant nodded her head, “We won’t, we just wanted to make sure.” She smiled reassuringly at you before patting your arm and walking away. And not ten minutes later, the plane was zooming down the runway and you were soon up in the air.

“Was he shitty?”

It was about 30 minutes into the flight that the woman next to you, with ginger hair tied up in a bun dressed in a floral dress, asked.

Her voice startled you as you turned to face her, you shook your head quietly.

“Alcoholic?”

You shook your head again, “I don’t know.” You replied in a quiet voice.

The woman gave you a once over, clicking her tongue, “Shame, that dress looks pretty.”

You looked down at your wedding dress. It was a sleeveless dress that showed off your arm, tiny bits of glitter littered the lower half of the dress while lace covered the bodice. You’ve ripped the train and veil of the dress a long time ago back at the hotel.

“I was supposed to get married.” You whispered.

The woman didn’t say anything and waited for you to finish.

“I didn’t know him. He was some suitor my parents picked out for me despite my wishes.” You laughed humorously, “He was some hotshot businessman who spoke three languages, rich and very handsome. A perfect match in my mother’s eyes.”

“I’ve spoken to him twice but I felt like I was talking to a robot. His answers were so scripted that I couldn’t tell if those were his genuine feelings or not. But that’s not the reason why I ran away.”

You then dragged your eyes to the woman next to you, “His sister came to me to warn me about him. He was controlling, she said. He always searched through her phone and stalked her wherever she went. She promised that he will do the same to me. When I told my mother, you know what she said? She told me to just put up with it.” You snorted at the memory of your own mother’s words, “I couldn’t get married to someone like that, not after suffering like that by father and brother already. I don’t need a husband on top of it.”

The woman gave you a sympathetic look as she held your hand, “I’m sorry.” Her voice was soothing, “But I’m glad you left. You’re so brave. Don’t ever lose that braver.”

When dinner was served on the plane, the woman next to you asked, “Why Chicago?”

You hesitated as you swallowed your spoonful of rice and chicken, “I have a…friend who lives there.”

The woman nodded her head, not continuing the conversation.

Ten hours later and you finally landed. Right before you went through security, the woman who sat next to you grabbed your hand pulled you aside, “Honey, I don’t know much about ya but I like you enough to be safe. Come with me to the bathroom.” The woman than gave you a pile of clothes to wear. Apparently she always travelled with a spare, “Never know when some idiot is going to pour their drink on you.” She said wisely.

The hoodie was a bit loose and sweatpants kept slipping down but it covered you from head to toe. You didn’t remove your dress seeing as you had nowhere to put it and you pondered selling it since you did need the money for it.

“I hope I get to see ya one day.” The woman chuckled before parting with a hug and heading to immigrations.

Going through security was a breeze. They didn’t question your visit or detain you from entering the country as you feared you would. You had a tourist visa so there was no reason for them to do such things but anxiety was one ugly thing.

A cab was easy. You almost allowed yourself to relax at the backseat of the car as you recited the address to the driver.

It was surreal.

You couldn’t believe that just last night you were about to get married and now you were half way across the world in Chicago at the backseat of a smelly taxi. Never in your life have you imagined this kind of scenario.

No, ok, that was a lie. Deep down, you’ve always known that this would happen but you never thought you’d ever had the balls to do it.

You didn’t sleep during the hour long drive from the airport to the address. Your eyes drank in all of the sceneries surrounding you. You wished you had your phone with you but it was too risky to bring along. In a state of panic, you erased everything on your phone and dropped it into the toilet for extra measure.

The air was fresh and inviting.

You were thankful for the kind woman from the plane because you were sure you would’ve gotten very sick at the cold breeze Chicago welcomed you with as you exited the cab.

You exhaled shakily as you walked up the steps to the house in front of you.

It was modest in size, with a small front lawn and a patio. There was a blue and white cushioned swing set on the left side of the door. It was all so inviting which is way you hesitated, biting your lip in worry as you contemplated knocking the door or turning around to find a shelter to take you in for the night.

However, the question was answered for you as the door opened. A tall man with soft looking brown hair stood at the door way with a look of surprise on his handsome features.

“Y/N?”

“J-Johnny.” And just like that, the dam broke and the tears flowed freely.

You felt Johnny’s arm wrap themselves around you as he tried to sooth you. He repeated comforting words while his hand rubbed your back. Once you were calm enough to function, he led you instead and sat you down on the couch.

“What happened? Why are you in Chicago?”

The poor worried man asked as you watched your body shake. He quickly got up and retrieved a glass of water for you to drink.

“I was supposed to get married last night.” Your voice sounded hoarse which made it difficult for you to talk.

Johnny gave you a confused look. “Did your husband leave you?”

You shook your head and began to unzip the hoodie, revealing the rumpled up and dirty wedding dress, “I ran away.”

Johnny sat there stumped, unsure of what to say.

“He was horrible, Johnny. I couldn’t marry someone like that.” Your voice began to raise in panic, “I had to leave.”

Johnny nodded his head, “But why Chicago? Why me?” he asked.

You bit your lip, rubbing your fingers anxiously, “Because no one knows about you, Johnny. So they’ll never find me.”

You and Johnny weren’t the typical best friends. You’ve met online about seven years ago on a blog dedicated to plushies. It happened by chance, really. You had posted a picture of your collection and Johnny commented on how he had the exact same collection and, you guess, a friendship grew out of that. Although, neither of you have ever met in person before, your bond was very strong thanks to long phone talks and constant text messaging about everything and nothing. You both swore that you were one another’s soulmates because of the many examples where your mind connected, despite the distance, and you said the exact same thing at the exact same time.

“I’ll make some food. You go shower and rest. I’ll put some clean clothes for you on the guestroom bed.”

Johnny’s sweater was long, the sleeves covered your hand and the neckline exposed your collarbone but it was comfy. His pants were loose but at least they didn’t slip down with every step you took.

“You should be resting.” Johnny tutted as he saw you walk into the kitchen, as if you’ve been over his house many times before and not, in reality, for the first time ever.

“I’ve been asleep for ten hours on a 14-hour plane ride, I’ve rested plenty.”

You’ve always known that Johnny was a good cook from the many conversations that you’ve had but you never imagined his meals would taste this delicious.

“Glad you like it.” He chuckled at the sound of your delighted moan.

“So good.” You muttered through a mouthful.

When the sun finally began to set, Johnny turned on the tv and put on a random channel before sitting next to you on the couch.

A brief moment of silence passed before he spoke up, “As much as I am happy to see you here,” Your body tensed up, “What’s your plan?” you relaxed again.

You shrugged, “Get a job? I can still email my university for a copy of my degree and I can still access my email for my resume.”

Johnny nodded, “Then you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like.”

Living with Johnny felt like those childhood movies you grew up watching where everything is colorful and life seemed optimistic.

A week after you’ve arrived in Chicago, you quickly found a job as a translator at a hospital downtown.  A month after, you received your first pay check and purchased a new phone for yourself. And in that same month, Johnny had introduced you to his friends who welcomed you with open arms. They were the kindest and warmest hearted people you’ve ever met.

On days when you felt homesick, Johnny would go restaurant hunting to find that one restaurant that had some dishes you missed. Finding in international market that sold your favorite childhood snacks was easy and being able to share it with your best friend caused butterflies to erupt in your stomachs.

It was during your sixth month stay in Chicago that things changed.

You had awoken to an empty house.

“Johnny?” you called out as you wandered into the living room in your moon and stars covered pajama set, “You home?”

There was a yellow sticky note on the fridge with Johnny’s handwriting.

Stuck at work all day.

Meet me Amanti Del Cibo at 7

Xoxo Johnny

Warmth spread through you at Johnny’s little note. Amanti Del Cibo was one of the fanciest Italian restaurants in Chicago. The fact that Johnny wanted you to have dinner day on your day off made you blush.

Returning to your room, you took your phone and texted Johnny coworker, Ten.

Fluffy Monster: You know about this 👀

You didn’t have to write the details because you were certain that Ten knew about Johnny’s plans.

TNT:

My lips are sealed 😌

You rolled your eyes at his response but was surprised to see another message from him.

TNT:

Dress to impress bby 😏

When it was finally time for you to leave, you took one final look at the wall length mirror to make sure you looked fine. You were wearing a blank mini dress and had your hair styled to the side, exposing your neck and right ear, showing off your earrings. Your makeup was light and simple but you could tell there was effort put into to pull of such simplicity. Satisfied, you smiled at yourself before heading downstairs and locking the front door.

Despite its small size, the restaurant was buzzing with people. The waiter had taken your coat and lead you to your table after you told him about your reservation.

“Right this way.”

Apparently, the restaurant had an outside seating and it was much bigger than the indoors seating. Luckily, it was a warm night despite it being early spring.

“Y/N, you made it.”

Your breath hitched at the sight of Johnny. He looked absolutely ravishing. His hair was styled so that it had that disheveled look it. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with a navy blue undershirt and a maroon handkerchief in his front pocket.

“You look stunning.”

His comment made you blush as you smiled shyly at him, “Thanks. You look handsome yourself.”

That earned you a smile (the one where his eyes turned into crescents) as he gestured for you take a seat.

There was a reason the restaurant was so popular and it wasn’t just for their fancy décor. It was for their authentic Italian cuisine made entirely by Italian chiefs. The romantic atmosphere outdoors was bonus.

“So,” Johnny spoke up once the waiter had taken away your empty plates and prepared your desserts, “It’s been six months since you moved to Chicago.”

“It has,” you nodded, “Time flies by.”

Johnny smiled. He then reached his hand across the table and held yours, “And those were wonderful six months I’ve got to experience thanks to you.” His thumb rubbing the back of your hand colored your cheeks a bright shade of pink, “And I wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Relief.

Gratitude.

Happiness.

You couldn’t really tell which emotion you were feeling exactly but you knew what your response was, “Yes, I will.”

The night life was probably one of your favorite things about Chicago. You get to see the pretty city lights, watch the people trying to stay awake on the subway after a long day of work and overall seeing how things look differently at night.

You and Johnny were walking back to your home (Your home!) from the subway. Your index and middle fingers were entwined with Johnny’s larger ones. You bumped your shoulder against his which made him chuckle.

“So, when did you realize you like me?” You asked him as you passed by the neighborhood park.

“I don’t know,” He began to swing your arms, making you smile at his childish behavior, “I guess I’ve always liked you but never thought much of it since we were online friends and I honestly thought we’d never meet.”

You nodded your head at his response, “Makes sense.”

“What about you?”

You looked up at the starless sky, “I think it’s the same for me.” Was your response. “I mean, when I was about to get married all that I was thinking about was you.”

Johnny stopped in his tracks.

You turned around and faced him with a serious look, “I just thought of how I might never talk to you again. Never hear your adorable laugh. Never hear your wine and picture your cute little pout. I wouldn’t have handled it.”

Your voice grew quieter towards the end and your body inched closer to Johnny’s. His arms wrapped around your waist, eyes darting towards your lips.

“I just want yo-”

Your words were lost as Johnny captured your lips. It was a sensual and slow kiss filled with emotions. You were both breathless by the end of it but content smiles rested upon your lips.

[hamilton-one-shots]

Hamilton High School AU 86

But he couldn't do it. "No way. You want him, you can get him yourself. I'm not doing your dirty work, creep."

He scoffed. "What? So you're just going to share that little twink? You like knowing he's taking dick from someone else?"

Thomas grabbed his collar. "Don't you fucking talk about him like that."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

He tutted and threw him down. This guy may have talked big, but he was just a wimp, picking on those smaller than him just because he could. "You're fucking pathetic." He turned and walked away, feeling his glare on his back. He didn't care. Thomas was used to people hating him. At least now, it was because he was doing good.

Charles Lee tutted and picked himself up, dusting himself off. This was a setback. He thought that this guy was going to see things his way for sure. It made things harder, but oh well. The harder the challenge, the better the reward.

Thomas kept walking around until it was time for class again, sitting near everyone, except for John, of course, he had a different class. He leaned towards Lafayette and tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, man.. I just wanted to say again that I'm really sorry about how I treated you. All of you." Naturally, he'd gotten Alexander and Hercules's attentions as well.

"I just.. I realize how much of a jerk I was and I feel awful every time I get reminded."

"I'm sure you do." Lafayette stated coldly.

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows. "I do.. I mean it, Laf."

He just nodded and faced the front of the room. "Class is starting."

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, but paid attention as class began.

After class, he caught Lafayette alone, while Hercules was going to take a make up test and Alexander went to find John.

"Did I do something?"

"Did you?"

"Laf, I really don't know why you're mad at me right now."

Lafayette stopped walking and sighed, turning to face Thomas again. "So, you're just going to deny selling out my brother to Charles Lee?"

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows. "What?.. What are you talking about?"

He rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb with me, I'm not stupid. I saw you talking to Charles Lee. I heard him talking about you wanting him gone, you wanting Alexander gone so you could have John all for yourself. I'll give you a chance to tell them yourself, but if you think you can just-"

"I didn't sell him out."

"Oh, right, so I just heard someone else that looks exactly like you. I'm not stupid."

Thomas sighed. "I know that. I didn't sell him out. I told Lee I wasn't going to do it. I'll admit, it sounded like a sweet offer, but I wouldn't do that. Alexander makes John happy. All I want is to make him happy. I don't care how I feel about Alexander, the second I remembered that, I couldn't think of saying yes."

Lafayette's expression softened as he realized his mistake. "You mean that.. I'm sorry. I should've asked you before I just jumped to conclusions like that."

Thomas smiled a bit. "It's fine, I get it. I was afraid I was going to for a second there. But I won't, no way."

"Good." Lafayette smiled.

"Are we cool?"

"We are."

They shook hands and parted ways, both with a newfound respect for each other. Lafayette was beyond glad that Thomas was changing and Thomas found it refreshing to see this more human side of Lafayette. It was nice to see him making a mistake, too.

He found John outside of the school, talking a bit with Alexander, and smiled. "Hey, sunshine. Ready to go?"

John glanced over and smiled, kissing Alexander's cheek before watching him leave with Lafayette. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Great. Let's just get Lucy, then we can go."

John nodded and followed him to his car, getting in the passenger's seat and going to the preschool with Thomas.

When they got there, he parked in front of the school, waiting in the nonexistent line. "They haven't let out yet, but if I go and drop you off, then come back, the line would be massive."

"No, I get it."

"Good." Thomas smiled and kept the radio low. "So.. How are you feeling about that Lee guy being here? Do you want me to get him expelled?"

John thought for a second before shaking his head. "It's not my choice to make. Ask Alexander about it, see what he thinks." After all, Charles Lee was his bully and he didn't want to make it seem like Alexander couldn't stand up for himself.

"You know what he'll say if I ask. You know he won't take any help from me.."

John paused for a second before responding. "Right... I don't know.. I'll talk to him about this."

"Alright.." He nodded and sighed, the car going quiet for a minute before Thomas put his hand on John's knee.

"Not now.."

"I wasn't planning on doing anything, don't worry babe." He leaned over and kissed his cheek, feeling him relax a bit.

"Sorry.. I'm just worried for Alex.."

"Don't be sorry. You didn't do a thing."

John smiled and put his hand over Thomas's, letting it stay where it was.

When the bell rang and the kids started coming out, Lucy was among those in the front, beaming as she saw John in the front seat of the car. Thomas opened the back door for her and she practically flew between the seats again, wrapping her arms tightly around John's neck.

"Johnny!"

John smiled at that, his breathing perfectly fine, and pried her off, hugging her normally. "Hi, Lucy. I missed you, too this past week."

"Why were you gone?" she asked with a whiny tone, her face pressed against his shoulder.

"I was having some time with Alexander. I'm sorry, princess. I promise I'll get to see you all week."

"Yay!" That seemed to easily fix whatever grudge she had against John and she let Thomas pluck her off and put her back into her car seat, buckling her in before getting into the front seat himself and beginning to drive off.

The entire drive home, Lucy talked to John nonstop about her previous week, making sure not to leave out any details, and he listened to every bit of it, nodding along and reacting where it was appropriate, until he received a phone call from an unknown number. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit. "Lucy, can you hold that thought for a second, please? I'm getting a phone call."

"Aww... Okay..." she reluctantly agreed.

"Thanks, sweetie." John smiled and answered the call. "Hello?.."

"Hey, Jack. It's Martha. Don't worry, I'm at a friend's house, using their phone."

"Hey, Martha." He smiled widely. "What's up?"

"Um... You have to talk to the boys. They've been... changing a bit and it's freaking them out.."

"Oh.." It didn't surprise him too much. He and Martha both started puberty at around 10 years old. But... It seemed so soon...

"Yeah.. And I don't know how to explain it to them.. I'm sorry, I've been on every website there is and I've tried to give them the talk, but I can't. I don't know what I'm talking about and it's just so awkward and... You know dad won't do it." He made John give Martha the talk when it was her time and John had to figure out for himself why his body was changing.

"What are you suggesting I do?.."

"I'm not asking you to come over. Not after last time.. But we're all over here because dad's friends are over at the house having a poker night," John felt his stomach twist, "and I was hoping that maybe you could face time and talk to them?.."

John hardly had to think about that. "Yeah, of course. I'm on my way home, but I'll call you in, maybe half an hour? Just to give myself a little time to prepare, you know?"

"Yeah, sure. Thank you and I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's fine. Call back in half an hour."

"Will do. Bye."

"Bye." He hung up and sighed, glancing outside and seeing that they were at the building, just about to park.

"Everything alright?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah, just my brothers.. They're, you know, changing and Martha wants me to talk to them."

"Oh.. Isn't it a little early?"

"No, this is about when I started. It's normal."

"Why are they changing?" Lucy piped up from the backseat.

John got out of the car, letting Thomas handle this.

"Um.. Let's get you inside, then we can talk about this."

"Okay."

All three made their way into Thomas and Lucy's apartment and sat in the living room, Thomas thinking for a few seconds before turning to his curious little sister.

"You know how me and Johnny look different from the guys in your class? How we're taller and I have hair on my face and on my arms and legs where he doesn't?"

"And your voices are lower?"

"Exactly." He smiled. "Well, when they're about 12 years old, maybe a little older or a little younger, they'll start to change to look like us and.. other things. Like they'll go more girl crazy, or boy crazy, like me," John rolled his eyes and chuckled, "and they'll probably want to be even weirder to get attention from the girls, or boys. It's called puberty and everyone goes through it, but it's different for girls."

"How?"

"Um..." Okay, Thomas was a very sex positive person and was very okay with the idea of letting his little sister know about these kinds of things, even if she wasn't going to be allowed to date until it didn't matter anymore, but... "I don't really know much about that one. Maybe Johnny can talk to you?.." After all, he did give Martha the same talk.

"Sure I can." He paused for a second. "You know, I'm going to talk to my little brothers and sister about this. Why don't I just tell you all at the same time?"

She nodded. "That makes sense."

"Good. In the meantime, what do you usually do after school?"

"I get a snack and do my homework." She hopped off of the couch and went into the kitchen.

Thomas sighed. "I don't know how you do it... Talking to kids is hard..."

"It's not that hard for me. They're just like us, but smaller and they just haven't learned certain things about life. I'm just teaching them, you know?"

Thomas nodded. "You're really going into your element, teaching little kids."

John smiled. "Yeah.."

Lucy came back with an apple and a juice box, placing them on the table before reaching into her backpack and pulling out her homework. She stood up at the table and began working on it, mumbling to herself and occasionally asking Thomas for help.

He helped her get to the answer, rather than just give her the answer, which she didn't seem to like, but she let it be.

John just smiled and watched, not wanting to interrupt the harmony of the routine by interrupting Thomas or stealing Lucy's attention.

About a minute or so after she finished her homework, John got the phone call. He accepted the face time and beamed as he saw his little brothers and sisters there, all sitting in a line.

[folklore-musings]

After School Special Part 3

Summary:  In an alternate universe where Jughead greases his hair more than Danny Zuko and Betty Cooper gives Sandy Olsson a run for her money at being the nicest girl in town. (No Danny Zuko and Sandy do make an appearance in this fic). Set in the early 1960s at Riverdale High. Slow burn leads to rapid fire (all the bughead smut you can imagine)

Part One     Part Two

Tags: @thejugheadshow @xobughead @de6ressive

If you want a tag please don’t hesitate to ask :) My inbox is always open (literally I love to talk and gossip about bughead)

Thank you and enjoy! 

It had been three weeks since Jughead joined the Blue and Gold and his column was the talk of the school. It was a series of comics about Riverdale and the rumors that whispered their way through the halls. Betty never expected Jug to be such a gossip, but she assumed that it went without saying. He was indeed the head of the most revered group of guys in school. The greasers knew everybody’s business.

He’d settled on the alias of Samuel Clemens and it certainly was fitting. No one except the treasured few he told knew about his little secret and Betty held it over his head every chance she got, especially whenever he used one of the many ridiculous nicknames he had for her. Although, despite his being a constant annoyance, she was beginning to actually enjoy the time she spent with him after school.

“Hey Betts,” Ronnie joined her at her table in the Library for study hour. “Admiring your work, are you?” The raven haired girl nodded towards the Gazette lying on the table, open in front of her best friend.  “Who is this new Samuel Clemens character anyway?”

Betty made of show zipping her mouth shut. “Sorry Ron, but my lips are sealed.”

“As long as this nomad writer doesn’t publish any dirty little secrets about me, I’m fine with living in the dark.”

“Jolly, because I’ll never tell.” Betty attempted a return to her reading, but to no avail, Ronnie snatched the magazine from her hands.

Ronnie arched an eyebrow. “Betty its perfect, stop criticizing it. Besides, it’s Friday. Are you going to the opening of the Twilight with us tonight?”

“And by us you mean-?”

“Kevin, Moose and I. Come on girl I need you. I don’t want to be a third wheel. Plus I’ve been dying to see Breakfast at Tiffany’s, you know that.” Betty did know that. Veronica had an obsession with the lavish life of New York City. Two summers ago her family had traveled there on a vacation for her dad’s business. When she returned she spent weeks gushing about the bright lights and city life. Her daddy had bought Ronnie her first set of pearls that week. Pearls she refused to take off and swore it made her feel like Audrey Hepburn’s soul sister.

“Why don’t you ask Reggie to come along? That boy loves you Ronnie, you just refuse to see it.”

“You really need to ice it on the whole Reggie front Betty. He’s not my type.”

“Tall, dark and handsome is not your type? You’re the only paper shaker in school who doesn’t bend over backwards for the jocks.”

Ronnie scoffed at Betty’s comment. “I am not.  And look who’s talking. You’re a River Vixen. I don’t see you getting all hot and bothered in a jock’s rag top down at Blue Bend Park.”

“Sorry I’m not Cheryl Blossom.” Betty joked, tugging at the hem of her cheerleading uniform. “I’ve got more class than that.”

“I’d rather be sassy than classy. So…you’ll come then? To the movie that is? I’m so jazzed Riverdale finally got its very own passion pit. We’ve definitely needed it around here. Life in the River was starting to get dull.”

Betty groaned. “Fine I’ll go. But you owe some me popcorn and a box of Razzles.”

“Can we share?”

“Deal.”

                                                                                         ◊◊◊

“Seriously, what’s the point of having a Drive In grand opening at the end of October?” Jughead asked, stomping his finished cigarette in the dirt.

“No clue, but it’s perfect. Cheryl will be on my lap before the opening scene. The heat’s busted in my dad’s old Thunderbird.” Archie lied. “We’ll stay nice and cozy that way.”

“You’re a pig.” Jughead shoved Archie. “I need to get me a girl.”

“Ronnie Lodge is looking quite lonely over there,” she was sitting next to Kevin and Moose in the back of a deep green Chevy pickup. “Go ruffle her feathers.”

Jughead shook his head. “No, there’s someone else.” Without saying anymore, Jughead watched as Betty Cooper strutted across the parking lot to meet her friends. He didn’t understand it, but something about that golden blonde hair drove him absolutely wild. The more time he spent with her the more he fantasized about twirling the soft curls around his fingers. He didn’t understand where these feelings were coming from but he had no buffer. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get the doll out of his mind.

“Jug? Juugggg?” Archie called his name. Jughead nodded his head in response. “I thought I lost you there for a second. Hey, Cheryl’s coming this way; I’ll catch you later at Pop’s, OK?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

Jughead sat alone through the movie. He wasted more time watching Betty’s silhouette in the shadow of the film more than the actual movie. Not that he cared, the movie was a bust anyway, definitely a chick’s flick. He didn’t know why he was there in the first place.

He gave up about halfway through and hauled ass out of the parking lot. He needed a place to get his head straight, so he headed down the street to Pop’s. A burger and some fries would do him good.

Pop’s was empty, with everyone in town parked at the Twilight. Jughead walked up to the bar and ordered his usual before tossing some change in the Jukebox. Good old Johnny was a quick fix to a better mood. He doodled in his journal until Archie met him up.

When Archie stumbled in he had Cheryl cuddled under his shoulder. Jughead called them both over. “How was the movie?”

They both chuckled. Cheryl’s cheeks blushed scarlet, matching her fiery locks. “It was fantastic,” Archie said, knowing full well he didn’t watch two seconds of it. They probably played backseat bingo the whole time.

“I think I’m going to see it again tomorrow with Josie and Valerie it was so good.”

“Uh huh, sure, whatever you say. Hey Arch, if you go up and grab the lady a milkshake, pop some quarters in the jukebox.”

Archie froze. “Shoot, did you want something Cheryl?”

“A milkshake would be heavenly.”

Once Archie was up at the bar Cheryl thanked him. “Archie Andrews may be easy on the eyes, but he’s completely clueless when it comes to chivalry.”

“He’ll get better, he has to learn somehow.”

Within ten minutes of Archie and Cheryl joining him at Pop’s, the entirety of Riverdale’s senior class was packed in the little diner. The jukebox was backed up at least a dozen songs and everyone was having a good time enjoying themselves. Even Betty was there with her friends from the Twilight, throwing her head back laughing at something funny Moose said.

“Jughead what has gotten into you? It’s as if you’re in a completely different world you Kookie.” Archie turned his head and followed Jughead’s gaze to the other end of the diner. There, in her pastel pink poodle skirt and matching ribbon in her hair, was Betty Cooper. “Oh. Is she who you meant earlier, when you said there was someone else?”

Cheryl attempted to follow the conversation but was at a loss. “Archie, stop.” Jughead forced a glare at Cheryl. “Please.”

“Alright, but I’ll give you a dollar to ask her to go up to Blue Bend Park with you.”

Jughead snorted. “She’s not the kind of girl you take to the edge of the river Arch.” Cheryl huffed at his comment and squirmed in her seat.

“Maybe not, I’m just curious as to what she would do. Come on Jug, play along for fun.”

Cheryl finally found her way into the conversation. “OK, what are you guys going on about? Is Juggie here sweet on a doll? Who?” She whipped around and eyeballed Betty and her friends. “Ronnie or Betty, which is it?”

Jughead ignored Cheryl and agreed. “OK I’ll do it. But hand me the money up front.” Archie slid a dollar bill across the wet, tiled tabletop. Jughead shoved the damp dollar in his pocket and stood up. He tugged on his jacket and ran his fingers through his hair. “Watch and learn Archie boy. Watch and learn.”

Jughead’s heart was racing with every step he took. He watched his feet while he walked counting the black and white tiles as he passed. It took only 27 steps until he was at their table. He shoved his hands deep inside his pockets and took a deep breath. He could already feel the slap across his cheek that was bound to come.

“Hey Goldie Locks,” Jughead greeted Betty with a smug grin. He loved watching the way her face heat up with every passing nickname he threw her way.

“What do you want Jug?” she sounded stressed. He thought a good time at the Bend would help calm her nerves.

Jughead swallowed searching for words. “Do you want to take a drive with me?”

The others in the booth started whispering, all eyes locked on the space between him and Betty. “A drive where?”

“Blue Bend Park?”

Betty looked from her friends to Jughead, a beautiful red hue splashed across her cheeks. He noticed the way Ronnie nudged her, as if saying to go for it. Betty bent low and whispered something in her ear. He didn’t catch what she said, but Ronnie made no point of hiding her voice.

“Sass before class Betts.” Ronnie winked and flashed a coy smile.

After making him wait a decade, Betty bit her lip and answered. “Sure. I think a drive would be lovely. Just let me grab my coat.”

Jughead hurriedly scrambled out of his leather jacket and handed it to her. “Here, take mine. I’m cold blooded anyway.”

Betty caught the joke and laughed. Hesitantly, she grabbed his jacket and slipped it over her shoulders, basking in the warmth of Jughead’s body heat . “Thank you.” And they both headed out the door.  He led the way, neither bothering to look back.

[randombitchsince1996]

When the Nightingale Calls: Chapter 2

Characters: EXO, Ja Eunsae (OC), NCT

Genre: Fantasy, Dystopian, Supernatural, Action, Romance

Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Gore (More in Future Chapters)

Word Count: 2,453

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An old man entered, his body shook and quivered like an old house that was settling into its misshapen structure. His hands were swollen from years of fieldwork, the arthritic joints grasping onto the hand-woven basket as best they could. His skin was so tan it looked as though the color had seeped into him, right to his bones. He walked slowly being forced to stop next to Lucas and Sooyoung, a private that was not part of my team. They quickly lifted the loose cloth examining everything that was held inside of it. They both pulled away around the same time, nodding to each other letting the old man stumble past. 

His offering had passed the examination, it was fit to give to the emperor. 

This was the last day of unity, it had been four days of civilians bringing in offerings as gifts to him. It had been four days of me standing on the balcony in the throne room watching as person after person arrived to drown him in their hard work. He sat on his golden throne, in a room embellished in the fine mineral, guarded by his military and guards; as he was given crops, livestock, and anything the public could make him. He was stealing from those less fortunate than him, it made me sick.

It took all the strength I had to not make faces of disgust every time the vile ruler made the elderly bow before him as he stole from them. But I couldn’t look away, it was my job to make sure none of the people entering were a threat to him. It was also the job of the rest of my team and another group, as well as the palace guards. I could see Johnny set and poised by the doors. He was tasked with letting the civilians in and out, he stood stoic looking as he would look on any other day; his back stiff, face blank, and body tall. He could see Lucas’ face from where he stood while I could only see my private’s back. 

He was set to check everything that came in and make sure it was safe. When he wasn’t examining the gifts, he was standing at attention. His green military shirt sitting perfectly across his broad shoulders, his hands clasped behind his back, his head staring straight ahead. He was playing his part well too, he was the only one I was worried about. The rest of my men were on the balcony with me. We all were set apart at equal intervals so no matter where you looked we were there, watching. Tied curtains stood between us and I was at the very end; Taeyong stood to my left, we all stood in order of rank. 

Hansol was reported to have left late last night and our plan was in motion. We had a citizen who was open to our cause, Kikwang. He was part of the lower class in our society and he would sometimes come and help at our shooting ranges for extra money. He was reliable and good-natured, and most importantly he was willing to put his life on the line so we could stand a chance against a cruel ruler. He would carry in a basket that seemed to hold eggs but in reality, we were able to sneak bombs inside of them. All we needed was for them to pass by Sooyoung with no problem. 

Yes, the decision was risky, we had no clue who would be injured in the process, or how large the blasts would be. Even though Jaehyun was a master with pyrotechnics the little adjustments he had to make here and there to disguise everything made the outcome questionable. But we had to hope that in the blast our true target would go down. 

The plan was littered with imperfections as we only had a couple of days to change everything we had originally planned. We knew that Kikwang was noble with his loyalties but he was a civilian. He was not trained with bombs, grenades, he wasn’t even trained in combat. Who even knew if his ability to play the nonchalant peasant was up to par. We could get caught so easily. One slip up and we were done for, but with all the possibilities we had a backup plan and it was me. 

If anything were to go wrong I would be the one to shoot. I felt the weight of my P320 as it sagged lightly against my hip. If I needed to grasp it and shoot I could. I was placed a bit behind where the emperor was set but it made it far easier for me to take an unsuspecting shot if need be. If it came to that I would be the one punished. My men would be safe and most importantly their reputation would not be besmirched. I shift once more. They had their orders to stay stoic, play their part, and let me do the dirty work. It was best for me to go down than for all of them to go with me. 

I grimaced seeing the elderly man practically collapse in a shaky attempt at a bow after he had given his basket to the guards standing next to the emperor. He needed help to get back on his feet, I felt my insides twist at the sight. I could see red just watching the scene unfold before me. This man should not have to give up his hard work to a fat man who sat on a throne of gold, it was disgusting. I held my composure nonetheless, playing my part as well. He was escorted out and the ceremony continued on without issue. 

The more people walked in the more on edge I became, where was Kikwang? I could practically feel Taeyong next to me winding up tighter and tighter with each passing person. Something was wrong. The energy in the room was frazzled and stripped, as though we all could feel something was off. He should have come through those doors already. My clenched fingers itched to reach for my gun but I refrained from the action. 

Then it happened, the double doors opened and there was Kikwang being held tightly by two palace guards. His already wide eyes blew up even wider at the sight of the grand hall laid before him.

 His basket was gone and he tried to cool off his features, but it was too obvious how on edge he was; his lack of training was all too noticeable. I wanted to smack myself for thinking this would work at all. He was dragged before the emperor dropped on his knees harshly before the larger of the two guards swiftly grabbed at his arms, restraining him further as he kneeled awkwardly before the emperor. I was almost thankful that I could not see the emperor’s face. My fingers inched towards the gun strapped to my hip. 

Fingertips touching the rough surface, nerves jumping as I watched the interaction carefully. I knew that at any moment Kikwang would rat me out. That was the protocol. If he were to get captured, say I did it, I put him up to it, this was all on me and nobody else. I knew Taeyong, in particular, loathed the idea. He hated that it would fall on me. That I would take the bullet for this. But it was my idea, my plan, and my loyalty that led to this whole ludicrous idea in the first place. So if anyone was to fall for it, it would be me. My other generals weren’t too fond of the idea either, but they had their orders and they would follow them through.

My fingers itch for the trigger, I finally feel my hand slip around the grip and I pull it up a bit. My eyes still glued to the panicked Kikwang. His lips part and I see the way “ja” begins to fall from his lips. The next moment happens too fast. Too fucking fast. 

A loud scream roars through the room, all eyes shoot to the front of the throne room where Lucas is charging at Kikwang. His usual silly demeanor is gone, he’s a man on a mission. His eyes are dark, brows furrowed, and I see the gun in his own hands wobble as he pulls it up ready to aim. I can barely process when Johnny hesitates with his own weapon when Johnny’s finger pulls the trigger when the bullet goes shooting through the air and Lucas goes down. 

I see the blood pool and spread around my private. I feel something inside me drop, crack, bleed open at the sight. It feels slowed. Everything does, I see Johnny’s instant regret. He was doing his job, but Lucas isn’t moving. My eyes burn and I try to swallow the sudden remorse fast. I need to do this now. I whip the gun up quickly trying to ignore my swirling thoughts and intense emotions. My steady fingers curl around the trigger, one eye open, the other shut, I land on my target then feel pain burst down the middle of my spine. The gun falls from my shaking fingers and slams into the tiled floor far below.

I have no time to react, no time to process that our plan went down in flames. I whip around staggering only a little as I come face to face with Hansol. He was supposed to be gone. He strikes at me again, hoping to get me to go down but I dodge the attack swiftly. My fingers slip over the handle of my combat knife and I pull it free. He comes for me once more. His wide eyes cold, he quickly pulls his knife out too. I’m unable to charge because the motion is so smooth. He lunges and I spin out of his grasp once more, my back slams into the railing of the balcony and I realize I’ve made a mistake. 

In a second he’s on me, his hips pinning me to the railing. His free hand gripping my wrist too tightly so I can’t maneuver my knife. My torso leans away from him and I hang precariously over the edge. He could easily shove me over and end me right then and there. The open air behind me back is nauseating, the image of Lucas’ body motionless and lying in a pool of its own blood sets my gears into overdrive. I can’t let what he did go to waste. He did that so my name wouldn’t be revealed, but with the way, this was going that was already foolish. It was clear I was screwed no matter what. 

Hansol smiled at me. His knife-wielding hand rested against my collarbone. The cool and sharp tip pressed hard into my flesh, tearing skin ever so slightly. My free hand held onto the railing so tightly the knuckles went white, the adrenaline pumping through my veins making my palms slick. If I let go I would surely tumble down to my death, so I held on tighter feeling the pressure pull at my muscles. He pressed in harder, cold smile turning into a lethal sneer.

“I never liked you, General Ja,” the knife tip pierced my skin. Hot blood dripped down my chest, and I swallow hard. My gaze didn’t waver though, I felt a tornado of emotions swallow me whole but I wouldn’t waver to this bastard.

“The feeling is mutual General Ji,” I put as much venom into his proper title as I possibly could. But he pushed me farther back and I feel my stomach drop. My fingers slipped a bit and I tried readjusting my grip but I can tell this won’t end well for me. My savior comes at that moment, Taeyong’s body comes crashing forward. He slams into Hansol so hard the general goes flying and they both tumble to the ground. I push myself forward with the momentum that almost shoved me off the ledge. It only takes me a second to get a hold of myself as I lunge forward to help Taeyong. 

I quickly pull him up and move to slip behind Hansol but a familiar set of clicks echo through the hall. I freeze in my place, I see Hansol’s lip turn into a smirk. I turn my head only slightly to see that Jaehyun and Taeil have their guns turned on me and Taeyong. My fingers loosen their hold and I let my knife drop down, hitting the floor with a sharp clank. I can only assume that everyone else who can see us has their weapons aimed at us too. Fighting is pointless, we both drop down to our knees and wait for what is to come. 

Hansol shoves himself onto his feet and I feel his hands caress my cheek softly. They drag along the length of my face chills run through my body and goosebumps rise. The second his fingers reach my hairline they dig in, pulling the tight strands loose, painfully, I bite down on my tongue. I can hear Taeyong breathing hard, I can see the way his hands clench and unclench behind his back. Taeyong’s temper was wavering and shaking but even if he snapped it was useless. He and I were both going down for this, and Lucas was still lifeless below. 

“I can’t wait for you to join your little friend down there,” Taeyong snaps and lunges. A round is fired and he staggers collapsing. I move quickly pressing my fingers into the wound on his shoulder. It isn’t a deadly wound and I thank my third and fourth in command for aiming anywhere but his heart. I feel his blood soak my fingers as I press in hard, he shakes and groans. All the anger from moments ago is faded replaced by a hazy exhaustion. He parts his lips and our eyes meet. I want to cry, but I don’t. 

We failed so horribly. The emperor isn’t dead but my private is, Lucas is gone. That fact alone makes me feel raw. But now Taeyong is going down with me and is injured to top it off. His blood runs hot across my fingers, we failed so horribly. I blink hard trying not to cry. I won’t let them see me cry. Even if I get executed for this treason, I will not cry. I breathe in sharply and push harder, Taeyong’s gasp is strangled and clipped before he closes his eyes and goes still.

We failed.