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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years

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Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader

genre: smut, angst, slight enemies to lovers

word count: 10.5k | reading time: 60 min

chapter summary: The two of them spend their day on good terms for the first time, but still manage to find something to rile them up

warnings: switch!tae, switch!amy, oral f&m receiving, face sitting, dirty talk, teasing, a lil bit of orgasm control? some name calling (bitch), light spanking, hair pulling, unprotected vaginal sex, riding, praise, squirting, also some spooky stuff, i don’t remember what else ahh

A/N: I know absolutely nothing about photography, so if you do and you read this and think to yourself nothing is making any sense, you are right and I am wrong. Please just enjoy this as best as you can lol

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Chapter 7: Love is just a form of possession

The place was definitely haunted. But perhaps it was in a good way. Perhaps it was magical.

It felt that way when you slowly opened your eyes to find a snoozing Taehyung just inches away from your face. His expression set in a natural pout as he had his arms snaked around your body like he was afraid he would lose you in his sleep. You bit your lip as you inspected his resting form better; his ruffled hair, his soft but dehydrated lips, his naked shoulders that were peeking under the blanket. Last night you had moved on the couch, struggling to fit on it at the same time but managing to entangle your limbs just right so that he wouldn't fall over. You had a light rug that you had found in the room over your bodies, as well as Taehyung's sweater on to keep you warm, although the heat from his bare body was all you needed.

And the fireplace. You heard it crackling before you raised your head to look over at its direction and confirm the fire was big and strong once again. Yep. This place was definitely haunted.

Taehyung's arms tightened around you, pulling himself nearer until his face was buried in your neck. "Don't go," he mumbled in a way it was hard for you to understand, with his voice heavy from his slumber. He had felt your body move while you were trying to look around the room and without even opening his eyes, his reaction was to hold you closer.

You ran a hand through his hair, smiling to yourself. "I'm not going anywhere."

Rain was still falling, not as heavy as the previous night, but it was just enough for the rhythmic melody it created by hitting the windows. That meant you were stuck in the house for one more day. Not that you had any interest in leaving, in even getting out of that room or that couch. Not only was it warm in there, in Taehyung's embrace, but it was safe, too. Perhaps, on any other occasion, you would hate yourself for just how nice you felt at that moment, but you were starting to believe that being by his side wasn't just appealing, but also necessary. You wouldn't last another day in that Manor otherwise.

"What should we have for breakfast?" you heard him whisper, right before he started stretching so much he almost fell over.

"Oh, um..." you mumbled, thinking about it. "Is it my turn to cook?"

You felt his smile against your neck, a low chuckle being produced at the back of his throat. "It is. What will you feed me?" You took a couple of seconds to think, and his smile grew. "You know, you could just offer me your cunt right now and I'd happily have that as a meal."

You groaned. "Tae!" you whined, pushing him on his chest. "You're disgusting!" He had certainly ruined the romantic atmosphere that the room was painted in. But that's just how that man is, isn't it?

He was laughing as he was trying to catch himself from falling, grabbing the sweater you were wearing and the arm of the couch. "Oh, come on," he said once he found his balance. "You can't tell me you're still shy after everything we've done."

But you rolled your eyes at him. "This isn't a matter of openness, it's just very inappropriate."

He looked up at you, licking his lip slowly as he watched your eyes. "So, you're turning me down?"

For a moment you tried to get up, but he held you tighter. The truth was that the way he was looking at you was almost making you cave in, but thankfully you could think better in the daytime. Even though you didn't have much of a reason to, anymore, you still didn't feel quite comfortable just casually doing stuff like that with him. It was too much already that you had woken up cuddling him as if he was your boyfriend.

"I need to go shower," you said, both replying to him and changing the subject in a way. "I'm so nasty from last night."

"You and I both. Do you want to shower together?" He made his proposal by reaching up a bit and kissing your jaw. It made you drop it, not to give him better access, but because his words were making you flustered again.

"No- why would we- we..."

"I'm just saying; it's cold and it's raining. There might not be a lot of hot water. We should be frugal."

Since you hadn't stopped him exactly yet, he took it as a sign to keep kissing you. Up your jawline and down your neck. And now forming a coherent thought was even more difficult. Your body squirmed around like you were being tickled, and you wanted to block him but at the same time not at all.

"Now, you're just making up excuses," you snorted, trying to sound austere but the smile he had managed to get on your lip served the exact opposite mission. "Do you want to have me for breakfast that bad?" you teased since he wasn't the only one able to do that.

But Taehyung pulled slightly away, biting his lip and looking at you through his lashes with the most innocent face he could muster. "Actually, I was hoping that if I eat you out, you might return the favor and help me out with this morning wood." And with that, he pressed upon you more, so that you could feel exactly what he was talking about. Your eyes widened and you gasped a bit, realizing that the hard thing nudging your thigh wasn't actually his knee like you thought.

"Oh..." you mumbled.

"But you don't have to!" Taehyung was quick to say when he saw your surprised reaction. But it wasn't so much surprise as it was a feeling of guilt; the man had done everything to please you the past couple of days, and you hadn't had the chance to do much for him in return. And there he was, with a pout on his lips and his dick begging for attention.

When you kissed him, you didn't do it just because you felt a sense of duty to do it, but mostly because the idea that he needed you turned you on so much, and so fast. You kissed him hard, not wasting any time to slip your tongue in his mouth, and your chest filled with pride when he started moaning. He was moaning more and louder than usual, probably being less interested in controlling himself since he still hadn't fully woken up yet, and you hadn't even touched him yet.

The rag slid down your shoulders as you moved over him, changing the position that had you both on your sides, to one where Taehyung was lying on his back and you were straddling him. You didn't have anything on other than that sweater, and so when you ground on his hard-on, it was easily gliding between your folds, making the man growl harder.

"Shit, Amy," he moaned and his voice was higher in pitch than normal. "I feel like a goddamn teenager. You're- shhh- you're gonna make me cum just like that."

You found his little voice cracks so adorable. You didn't know -could have never guessed- just how needy, desperate, whiny, and loud Taehyung got in the mornings. He always put on that facade of being in control, when in reality, deep down, all he wanted was to pleasure you as best as he could; all he was waiting for was a chance to be good for you. And then he was at your mercy for his own release. It was obvious in the way he hung from your lips, clawing at your sweater. Completely dependent on you and your moves.

"You can't cum like that, baby," you reminded him, pressing his chest down and sitting up, keeping your lips out of reach to make him whine more. You weren't used to this exactly, but damn, torturing this poor boy felt so good. Perhaps because you still wanted to hate him, so now that he was hooked on you and you were in control, you wanted to make him suffer; make him beg. Just like he had the audacity to do to you. "You can't cum before I tell you to, alright? If you do, I won't let you touch me again for the rest of our days here."

Taehyung cried out, his hips rising involuntarily to grind on your core more. "Stop," he breathed out. "Don't do that."

You laughed. Was he trying to order you around when his whole face was pink and he was panting, unable to compose himself? That was bold. Especially since what you were telling him seemed to turn him on even further.

You let two fingers run down his chest toward his belly. "You will finish in my mouth, okay? Nowhere else." Just to test him, you pushed down on his dick more, almost letting him inside you, and he crushed his head back, groaning.

"Amy- I'm so close already," he complained. "Just- just..."

You clicked your tongue, withdrawing both your hands and your hips from his body. "I don't like your tone, mister."

But he just looked at you with pitiful eyes. "I won't last if you don't..."

"You want me to suck your dick?" He nodded frantically. "You have to ask nicely."

"Son of a bitch," he sighed, biting his lip. And you could see him twitch all alone underneath you. It made you smirk.

"That's not nicely, baby," you cooed.

Taehyung's forehead started glistening as he got a little sweaty. And he groaned once more. "Amy..."

"Yes?"

He panted. "You don't even need to do much, just let me cum," he hummed.

And you chuckled. "Man, you really don't know how to ask politely, do you?" Then you snorted. "Well, what did I expect from someone like you."

You could tell all he really wanted to do was anything you asked of him; he just didn't like the fact that you were doing it on purpose. And if he just let you see exactly how desperate he was for you, then it would be a lot harder to establish himself later when he would need to again. But when one of your hands traveled south and wrapped around the base of his cock, there was truly little holding him back.

"Amy, please!" he squeaked, his voice cracking again. "Please, what do you want me to do? I've been as best as I could to you."

The words made your stomach do a flip, and you smirked, slowly running your fist up and down his length. "Yes, you have," you whispered. You lowered your head to his dick and stuck your tongue out. Taehyung watched you with wide eyes as you lazily brought the tip of your tongue on his head, gathering up all the precum that had leaked out. And he took a sharp breath in through his teeth. "You've been so good."

"I'm gonna cum," Taehyung announced, dropping his head back.

But you held him tighter. "Not yet." And you dropped your mouth entirely onto him.

Taehyung's mouth fell open in a silent cry as he did his best to control himself. This was torture. Sure, he had asked for it, but he had already woken up so close to his orgasm with the kind of dreams he was having, that all it would need to spill his seed out would have been a couple of strokes. It would have probably served him better to just go to the bathroom and deal with it himself. Now, he had this pretty girl with her warm, wet mouth all over him, sucking him off hard, and it felt so good he thought he would explode. And yet he couldn't. He had to wait.

"Amy, please," he choked out when you brought him deep enough to hit the back of your throat. "Ugh, please, let me cum."

You had never enjoyed giving someone a blowjob as much as you did at that moment. Besides the fact that Taehyung's dick was straight-up delicious, the sounds he was making and the way he was begging had your head spinning. It had you rubbing your legs together, bopping your head faster, and sipping him up harder as if you were trying to milk him. And you would have kept on doing that for so much longer, until your jaw was in too much pain, if it weren't for how his cries made you feel sorry for him.

So you popped him off your mouth just enough to say these words: "Coat my mouth with your scum, baby. Let me taste it."

You didn't have to touch him any longer; your words alone drove him over the edge he had been dancing on for a while now, spurting his seed on your offered tongue, his hands holding your head for the first time to keep you still. He gave you a couple of pumps, some of them missing the target and hitting your nose before he groaned and dropped back down. Panting and sighing, pulling his hair away from his face and whipping the sweat that had formed on his forehead. You stayed still, not sure if you wanted to spit or swallow, but since you couldn't immediately think of where you could do the former, you gulped down all that he had gifted you.

From your point of view, Taehyung had never looked hotter than he did at that moment; completely exhausted and dried up, probably without a single thought in his head. And all because of you. If you hadn't just made him finish and his dick go soft, you would have already jumped to sit on him, not even waiting to wear protection. Your core itched with want, too, and since he looked ready to go right back to sleep, you needed to go take that shower you had mentioned right away. And by shower, you know what I mean.

You went to get off the couch. But Taehyung's hand wrapped around your wrist instantly, keeping you back. His head foggy from his orgasm but still super aware of you and your movements. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Like I said." Your voice was a lot lower than before, much of your confidence having left you the moment that scene was over. In contrast, Taehyung seemed to be gaining his old self back little by little, considering the way his eyes were piercing you.

"Not before I'm done with you," he rasped, pulling your arm until you lost your balance and fell over his body. "Come sit on my face."

Your eyes popped open wide. "Wha- no, I'm fine."

While licking his lips, Taehyung snaked his free hand down your sides and cupped your pussy, a finger immediately sliding between your folds as if he was trying to gather up all your juices. "You call that fine?" he asked smugly as he made sure you could hear just how soaked you were. A moan caught in your throat, trying to hide how much you needed him. He smiled sweetly at you. "What, you thought I'd just leave you hanging? Come on, babe, turn around and sit that pretty ass of yours on my face because I don't have the strength to get up right now."

It would have been hard to say no to that when you could both feel the way you gushed out at his words. So you moved around until you were facing his feet and kneeled over his head. One of his arms wrapped around your hips, his other hand still playing with your folds. You hesitated coming down to him, that being a position you weren't used to, but he was pulling at you until his tongue managed to replace his fingers, licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance. You moaned, your legs shaking a bit as he gave you kitten licks to see the way you squirmed over him.

And then you felt a strong smack on your ass.

"Bitch, I said sit on my face, not hover over it!" Taehyung scolded.

"Ah!" you cried, a sound that sounded like pain at first but turned to more like thrill later. Your head whipped back, trying to see the man lying beneath you. "I am sitting," you insisted.

"If I can breathe while you do it, you're not doing it right." And then he gave you another smack on the ass, making you yelp again.

"Ah, stop! You'll suffocate."

"Good." His hands kneaded your buns strongly, waiting for you to move. But you were still uncertain. So he exhaled and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Amy? I thought you hated me, yet you don't even want to choke me with those thighs? I thought you wanted to kill me?"

It was a cheap trick to rile you up. Cheap, but it worked. You let yourself drop down completely, not holding any of your weight back. It felt weird at first, you felt pretty self-conscious, but then Taehyung's arms secured you around him and his tongue slipped inside you, and you didn't have the right mind to worry about anything else. You pushed even further down, trying to get him even deeper. He squeezed and pinched your things, moving your hips as best as he could to get you to grind on his face. And once you felt how nicely your clit rubbed on him, it was hard to do otherwise.

You held onto his hips for leverage to thrust against his tongue, as you could feel the feeling inside your tummy growing rapidly. And you moaned his name like a prayer. He pushed you off him just for a second enough to take a breath before he was pressing his mouth on your sensitive bud. His tongue flat on you to let you move against it in the way it felt best for you. Voice getting higher and higher as you got closer and closer, Taehyung smacking your ass again to make you scream. And with just one more hit, you were gushing all over his face, legs, and hips shaking violently as you fell over on him.

He remained lapping at you, cleaning you up, until you got so sensitive you had to pull yourself away. You got up and suddenly remembered to check on him. "Are you okay?"

He gave you one of those boxy grins, his eyes almost closing completely by how hard he was smiling. "Couldn't be better."

"Your face is all red." He looked like he had nearly died from asphyxiation. But he kept grinning.

"To be completely honest, I did forget for a moment to breathe. But that's not your fault. It was just too good to stop." With that he sat up and swung his legs to the side, in front of you, looking up at you.

You had to laugh. His whole approach to the moment, and even his bright red face with his hair all chaotic framing it, made you feel a lot more at ease. He seemed so happy for what he had just done. Almost like he had enjoyed it more than you.

"I have never met anyone who likes this so much as you," you admitted with another giggle.

Taehyung got up finally, looking around the room to find the discarded clothing items and get dressed. "Well, you have been dating all the wrong guys then," he said matter-of-factly before he found his briefs and jumped into them. He turned to look at you again. "See, this is what happens when you have standards and won't go for someone like me."

"I'm with you right now."

"Yeah, but you still won't date me." His words made you frown momentarily. Because they sounded slightly like a complaint. Or like a wish in disguise. But before you could have the chance to think twice, he cleared his throat and started putting on his pants, the eye-contact over. "Let's go shower and then eat something. This doesn't count as breakfast."

The atmosphere was awkward, only for a little, because then you occupied yourselves enough with dressing up, and going upstairs, and getting in that shower. You didn't shower together, chose the separate bathrooms instead. Which, you thought, was for the best; he might have already seen you naked but that was only while having sex. You didn't know if you were comfortable enough to be in your birthday suit and just... exist like that around him. But you still couldn't stop thinking about him. About what he would look like with all the water hitting his face. How you would like to shampoo his hair just to be able to hold him more intimately like that. Or for him to help you scrub your back and brush your hair. Generally, showering with someone else was another one of those things you didn't do much.

You heard the doorknob turn, and it brought butterflies to your stomach, thinking he had come to find you after all. But no one came in. You peeked your head around the curtain and the door was still closed. The shadows moving on the floor betrayed someone had just walked by, but he was still not entering.

"Taehyung?" you called but got no answer. Had he changed his mind?

You finished that shower alone. When you returned to your room, you found your phone was on your bed. You blinked at it, confused as to how it could be in such plain sight, and yet you still hadn't been able to find it yesterday. You grabbed it to see if you had any more notifications, and found a couple more missed calls from Yoonji. Oh, she would kill you for not responding earlier. Thankfully, you found just enough signal -you still hadn't been able to predict when or how that happened- and you called back. But she didn't answer. And when you called a second time, she still didn't answer. There was no way Yoonji was anywhere away from her phone; she must have just gotten mad at you for not calling earlier and ignoring your calls. But what would you even say? That your phone magically disappeared and reappeared today? And that you were too busy, what with fearing for your life and the sex and all?

"What did you want to talk about?" you sent her a text. Whatever. If she can hold a grudge against you over this petty thing, then it couldn't have been anything too important. Let her reply whenever she wanted to.

Taehyung had already served some breakfast when you got down, but at least this time it wasn't anything too extravagant, had simply opted for some toasted bread with marmalade, a boiled egg, and orange juice. You talked about his work and your studies, almost like making small talk. Like you would if you were meeting for the first time. Which is so odd; the two of you really just do everything the other way around, don't you?

What was making things uncomfortable was the fact that the two of you weren't fighting anymore. You certainly weren't used to that. But at the same time, you weren't exactly okay. Sure, you talked and spent your time together, you cooked and ate your breakfast and lunch, you played games and even cuddled sometimes. But it was all a little tricky. Because you had to be careful not to enjoy yourselves too much and let any emotions slip and show, or be too weird and ruin what you had managed to get. You almost felt guilty for liking being around him. But at the same time, you almost didn't want your days there to end.

You didn't want to go back to your reality, to your routine. Back to where you didn't talk and hated each other. But that would require you to admit it out loud first, and you definitely weren't about to do that.

"Amy?" Taehyung called for you after he had gone upstairs to get something and you had parted ways for a good five minutes. Five minutes and you already wanted to be in the same space again.

"In the kitchen," you shouted to let him know where you were. You were making both of you some afternoon tea since you had liked it last time. And yes, you wanted another excuse to keep him around you.

The photographer came jogging into the room with a grin on. "Look what I found!" he exclaimed, raising his hands to reveal a camera. A very old-looking camera.

"That's not yours?"

He shook his head excitedly. "No! I found it in that room with all those antiques!" With two steps he appeared right next to you, showing the tool around like a little kid that had just gotten a new Lego set. "Loot at this baby! It's a Japanese Arsen from the 1940s! This is insane, I don't think they realize how good this is if they just have it laying around here."

You chuckled. You had never seen Taehyung so enthusiastic. You knew, of course, that he must love photography and the such, but he always seemed more of a show-off about it than having a genuine passion for it. And seeing anyone talk about their passions, even if you don't understand a word about them, is sure to make your heart warm up.

"And get the best part," he went on. "I have a film with me that I think can work with this!"

"You do? You just carry around old film with you like that?"

Taehyung started picking the camera apart, opening up things you didn't quite understand to check whatever he needed to. "I am in the middle of using different models of analog cameras for a festival of 100 years of photography that we got going on in two months. So, yeah, I have a variety of films with me right now." He finally set the machine on the counter and looked back at you. "I don't have the exact film this would normally take, which would be a Vest Pocket film that's black and white, right? But I do have a Rera Chrome 100, and they're both 127 format films, so it should work." You were just staring at him with a confused smile. "This is the only 127 film with color, too."

You felt like a grandma listening to her grandchildren talk about technology you didn't understand. But you were happy for him. "That's all very amazing!" you finally said. "Are you gonna take pictures?"

"Yeah, I was thinking we could try to. The camera seems good to me, I think it should be working," he mumbled more to himself, taking another look at it. "You wanna go catch fairies with this thing?"

His words caught you a bit off guard. "What? Fairies?"

"Well, you know, the rain finally stopped and they always come out afterward, like snails." You were pretty sure he was messing with you. But he did take your hand to pull you out of the kitchen. "All we need is a pretty bait, which is where you come in. You will sit between the flowers in the garden, I will take your pictures with this, and then when we develop them we can see if we managed to recreate that famous picture with the little girl hanging out with the fairies."

You chuckled. He was definitely messing with you about the fairies, but he still seemed pretty serious about the photoshoot.

"I thought fairies were bad," you responded right as he threw a coat over your shoulders to push you out of the front door.

"Depends on who you ask," he told you with a wink.

Everything outside was still damp, even the atmosphere somehow. There was the distinct smell of the rain and the fresh air probing your senses, and for the first time since you got there, the environment felt nice. Like anything bad had been washed away. The plants glowed a bit brighter, the trees swinging around more rhythmically. You almost felt like an intruder when Taehyung guided you through the garden. But he was great at making you feel more relaxed and confident to pose for him; helping people like that was part of his job, after all.

He shaped and forged you in all those different positions, steering your body, or your face and your eyes in the direction he needed, before snapping the few pictures the film provided. Always kissing you in between. Every time his lips hit yours, you almost got too distracted to remember what you were up to. But the cold breeze brought you back each time without fail. It was sad that you couldn't see the pictures right away; Taehyung swore they were gorgeous yet you were doubtful. You would have to wait to go back in town to prove him wrong, though. And that was only if you even talked again after that.

The afternoon carried on calmly. This time you didn't occupy yourselves with work or studying at all. The days that you had left there were getting fewer and fewer, and it was no secret that you wanted to enjoy each other's company; even if you would never admit it. So you just had that tea you had forgotten, played some more games, talked about this and that. It turns out you had a lot more in common than you would have guessed. And the conversation was easy as long as you didn't fight.

"Any ideas for dinner?" he asked you once it had started to get somewhat late.

You nodded immediately. You had already thought about this beforehand. "Yeah, pizza!"

"Pizza?"

You nodded again. "Yeah. You know, I used to date an Italian-American guy and he taught me the easiest way to make good pizza," you explained while you started walking towards the kitchen. "It's so easy even I can do it."

"Oh," Taehyung mumbled before following behind your step. "Used to date? Like, how long ago are we talking about?"

You chuckled at his clearly annoyed reaction, then peeped at him over your shoulder with a smirk. "Why do you care?"

He was quick to shrug. "I don't care," he insisted as he started engaging himself with anything he could find on the counter that had no real use. "It's just a little suspicious that you would just casually bring up your ex like that."

You were torn between laughing at him and rolling your eyes at his behavior. "Yeah, I brought him up because of the pizza. If I had just said I'll make us pizza I'm pretty sure you would have complained that I don't have the skills for that, so I offered an explanation."

Taehyung snorted. "It was unnecessary."

"Are you jealous?"

"No, why would I be jealous?" He was avoiding your eyes while you decided not to stall any longer and start getting the flour and the rest of the ingredients ready. "I'm just saying-" he kept talking behind you, "-people usually talk about their exes when they still have feelings for them. And if this is a recent relationship I don't want to get caught in between. I don't want any Italian-American dudes showing up, wanting smoke."

You couldn't help but chuckle, your tongue pressing on your cheek, and you finally humored him by glancing at him. "Tae, that's not going to happen. Don't worry, I'm not like you when it comes to relationships."

He didn't say anything else, simply helped you with anything you needed for dinner. He helped you with rolling out the dough, and cooking the sauce, and shredding the cheese. You were always thankful for the moments you were cooking or eating, because no matter what was going on with the two of you, these were moments of reconcilement every time.

You made two big pizzas and a smaller one. The crust was a bit thin, but you argued that it was the way Italians make it. In one of them, you played safe and simply used sauce and mozzarella cheese. On the next one, Taehyung got to decide the toppings, and he went with pretty much anything he could find that would work on a pizza. And on the smallest one, you had minimal sauce left and no cheese, so you just improvised with some spiciness and pepperonis. You really didn't know if you would be able to eat them, but Taehyung never complained.

The photographer fixed up the fireplace a bit so that you could go eat next to it again. And you're not sure if the food was actually pretty good or if you were just very hungry and in a good mood that couldn't be ruined easily, but you both ate everything fast until there wasn't even a crumb left. And you felt so proud of yourself. Treating Taehyung made you almost blush before you reminded yourself that he wasn't it; that he wasn't your boyfriend and all of this would be over the moment you left this house. That you shouldn't be feeling this way. Just because you liked the sex didn't mean you had to start liking the man, too.

"Wanna play beavers?" you asked him once you had finished and you didn't really have anything else to do. I mean, you did, but you couldn’t just ask that yet.

But Taehyung was busy with his phone, not even glancing at you. "Give me a second."

He had been on his phone for the past half an hour or so, on and off, and you had never seen him so glued to it before. It made you frown in curiosity. "Are you talking to someone?" you asked.

Taehyung nodded. "Yes, Jimin." His face was way too serious to be texting his best friend, and it made you worry a bit.

"Jimin?" you murmured, leaning closer like trying to peep at his screen, although that's not what you did. Was something wrong? Did Jimin know about you? Had something bad happened with Yoonji; is that why she wanted to talk to you? "What are you guys talking about?" you finally asked. Taehyung's jaw moved around as if he was chewing an invisible gum, and you weren’t sure what to do because you had never seen him like that. You leaned back away, feeling a little off. "Tae?"

"You," he said then.

It took you a second to realize what he was answering. "What?"

The photographer dropped his phone next to him, looking at you in the eyes at last. His scrutiny making you cower a little. "We're talking about you."

You gulped. "You told him what happened between us?"

He shook his head. "No. I didn't say anything." But it was clear that from his stance and his words, he was still not making any sense, so he carried on. "He is the one talking about you."

Somehow, that statement was worse than the one you had expected. You didn't know what Jimin could possibly be telling him, but it was certainly not anything good, given Taehyung's serious face. And suddenly your blood went cold, trying to think of anything wrong that you might have done. And you were so scared, and you didn't even know why. Were you scared of disappointing him? Of ruining the little that you had with him? Why did the idea of Taehyung being mad at you, make you feel so bad?

"Wha- what is he saying?"

He clicked his tongue. "Can I ask you something…?” he mumbled, straightening his back and rubbing his chin. “You keep saying your not like me when it comes to relationships. And you’re still mad about what I did three years ago. But what did you do then?”

You gulped. You had no idea what he was referring to, but somehow you already felt guilty. “What do you mean? What did I do?”

Taehyung leaned in closer to you. “I mean, you obviously hated me. How did you handle that? Very… maturely, like you constantly try to pretend to do?”

You huffed. “Just get to the point, dude. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The corner of his lips twitched, almost like he was about to smile, even though it was clear his mood was anything but cheerful, while his eyes bored into yours dangerously. And he took his time replying, either waiting for you to admit whatever it was he wanted to hear first, or simply to keep you sweating. And then he finally sighed. “You made up a rumor about me, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t what you suspected he would say, and for a split second, you frowned, confused by his words. “What? What rumor- what are you saying? I’ve never done such a thing.” You didn’t get all the way defensive like you normally would because even though you couldn’t understand what was going on straight away, you still felt that guilt in your stomach.

The photographer chuckled in the darkest way you had ever heard. “Oh, so you’re telling me you didn’t spread around that I had the smallest dick ever?”

You choked. “Wha- no, I- I didn’t…”

“Oh, please. Yoonji said so herself.”

You couldn’t lie; you knew exactly what he was referring to. Had you said those exact words before? Yes. Had the rumors spread around so much that everyone on campus knew about them and they eventually reached back to you? Also yes. But had you intended for that to happen? Absolutely not. You had simply told a friend of yours and then Taehyung’s reputation did the rest; he was in the spotlight, everyone was talking and wanting to know more about him.

“I wasn’t trying to spread any rumors,” you tried to excuse yourself. But the boy was already shaking his head at you, not exactly seeming to want to listen to you. “It wasn’t my fault. I just told one girl and then she-”

“But you didn’t even know!” he interrupted you with a bitter laugh. “You never saw me, you just straight-up lied. Why would you tell anyone something like that?” He didn’t sound hurt, nor angry. He mostly sounded disappointed and that was so much worse.

You definitely didn’t like fighting with Taehyung when you were clearly the one at fault. “To be fair-” you kept talking even when he wasn’t paying any attention to you, “-when I said you had a small dick, I meant metaphorically. As in you had small dick energy. 'Cause you were a cheating little shit.”

He scoffed. “You know I don’t actually care about that.” Saying that, he got up and you were immediately on your feet as well. “I never cared about those rumors, we both know how fake they are.” He paused and leaned closer to your face. “What I care about is that you started them,” he whispered, and it was so much worse than if he had chosen to yell instead. “That you keep pretending you’re oh-so-perfect and I’m the asshole who deserves nothing but hate. When all this time you were just as guilty.”

Your entire face burned, your fists so tight you could feel your nails digging in your palms. All because he was right and you hated being put in that situation. “I said- I didn’t actually mean to-”

“Tell me, if my dick’s so small, why can’t you get enough of it?”

Your jaw dropped dramatically. “I-”

“And you can’t stop screaming my name when I fuck you?”

You were pretty sure he was just trying to rile you up, and you shouldn’t just let him succeed that easily. But, god damnit, he was good at everything he was doing. Whether that was getting on your nerves or turning you on. “Gosh, I hate you!”

He laughed at you. “If you hate me so much, why can’t you keep your hands to yourself?”

He had gotten so close to you, starring down at you with a smirk, and at that point, you weren’t even sure what his mood was. Was he angry, trying to make you so, too? Or was he trying to get something else out of you? You pushed him back, the proximity choking you. “I’m the one who can’t keep my hands to herself?” you mocked. “Might I remind you who was begging me to touch him this morning?”

Taehyung licked his lips as he looked away. “Might I remind you who was thanking me for making her cum so hard last night?”

You snarled, stomping your foot on the floor. “And might I remind you who tried to get in the shower with me ‘cause he still hadn’t had enough?”

His smile faltered. And then he slightly frowned. “Not me.”

“Yes, you!”

But Taehyung shook his head, keeping up the amused look on his face. “I only joked about it, I didn’t actually do it,” he mumbled with his frown still on, confused as to why you were bringing it up. “It doesn’t count.”

Yet you pressed on. “Oh, come on, you didn’t just joke about it, you did it!”

“Did not.”

“Did too!” you insisted. “I heard you when you tried to get in the bathroom while I was showering, Taehyung. You can’t lie to me.”

Taehyung lost his smile completely. And he looked at you seriously, his frown deepening. “You heard what?”

“The doorknob,” you announced, with a smug look.

But the photographer’s expression didn’t change. “Amy, that wasn’t me. I didn’t go anywhere near the west wing today.”

The arrogance left you within a second, your face turning pale and your eyes wide, as they stared into his very similar ones. “Stop,” you murmured.

“What?”

“Stop playing!” you whined suddenly in a high-pitched voice.

But Taehyung raised his hands defensively. “I’m not! Amy, I swear, I’m not joking. I don’t know-”

Before he had time to finish his sentence, you threw your body on his, gripping his shirt tightly in your fists, holding onto him like your life depended on it. Perhaps it did. "Tae!” you cried. “Someone tried to get in the bathroom while I was showering! Taehyung, there was someone-”

“Are you sure?” he simply asked you, his eyes searching yours with worry. You knew he wasn’t lying by the way he was genuinely concerned, too. By the way his arms wrapped around you like he was trying to protect you.

You nodded frantically. “Yes! Tae, I’m telling you, someone turned the doorknob to get in, but then didn’t.”

“Maybe you got confused and thought that’s what happened, but…” Taehyung tried to say. He wasn’t saying that to invalidate your words or doubt you. He, too, was trying to think of a logical explanation as you were freaking out in his embrace.

“No, I’m 100% sure. I heard it, I saw it! Someone was outside the door, Taehyung, and they tried to get in!” Before you knew it, you had tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. “I thought it was you, I called your name. But no one responded.”

His fingers brushed your hair behind your ears as he talked in the most soothing voice he could muster. “Alright, alright. I believe you, Ames.”

“There was somebody, or- or something in here!” you continued wailing.

“Maybe it was a cleaning lady-”

“What cleaning lady, Tae?” you shrieked. “Have you seen any ladies in here?”

But he held your face firmer, forcing you to look into his eyes. “It must have been. Maybe she wanted to get in the bathroom, realized you were inside, and left.”

You sniffed at him, looking over your shoulder to check the room as if you would find anything out of place. “That’s just wishful thinking and you know it.” Then you buried your face right into his chest, your grip tightening. “This place is haunted! This place is haunted and we’re gonna die!”

He let you go just so that he could grab your wrists and pull your hands away from your face so that he could look at you. “Amy, no,” he rasped. “No one’s gonna die.”

“I want to leave,” you whined again, your tears blocking your view and unable to meet Taehyung’s concerned eyes. But you could still feel his thumb caressing your cheek, whipping those tears away. And it still calmed you down as much as possible.

“Hey, okay,” Taehyung mumbled before he started walking towards the door while pulling you with him. “Okay, okay…” he kept repeating under his breath as he led you through the corridor and toward the main hall. You were confused as to what he was doing until he reached for that old phone sitting on a small coffee table.

“What are you doing?” you asked. “Are you calling the owners?” Your sniffs and sobs died down, seeing more clearly now as you watched Taehyung roll in the number that was written on a card next to the phone without looking at you.

“Yes, we need to get to the bottom of this,” he stated as he raised the phone to his ear.

“Tae, why are you calling the people at this hour? You will disturb them,” you almost whispered.

But he shook his head sternly. “No, it’s more important that you feel safe. Plus, they did say we could call any time.” Before you could say another thing, Taehyung started speaking on the phone. “Good evening, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you. Yeah, no, everything’s alright. I was just calling to ask you about the housekeepers. Yeah. Do you know if they came in this morning?”

The conversation was making you a little uncomfortable; you were never the kind to confront people at work. But just the act on behalf of Taehyung was already making you feel better. “What’re they saying?” you mouthed, and he glanced at you, his hold on your hand getting a bit stronger as though to console you.

“No, nothing’s lost. We just had a situation; we didn’t see anyone here and I wanted to know around what time they’re here.” He was nodding along to whatever the woman on the other end of the line was telling him. And while he listened, his thumb started drawing circles over your hand absentmindedly. “Yes, I think one of them tried to get in the bathroom while my friend was there- No, no, nothing like that. She was just curious to know if it was one of them. Yes. Yes, I understand.” Taehyung gave you another look, noticing how your teeth were digging into your lip, and smiled at you. “Could you? Thank you, that would be great. Yes, thank you. Have a nice evening.”

And with that, he hung up. And he turned completely toward you and smiled brighter. But he wasn’t saying anything; just looked at you like he was admiring your beauty like he forgot you were still anxiously waiting for the results of the conversation. “So?” you asked.

Taehyung leaned in and gave you a peck on the lips, holding your face with both hands. “They were here this morning and the lady said one of them probably tried to get in the bathroom to get some cleaning supplies. She said she will ask and tomorrow morning they will talk to us, okay?”

You chewed on your lip as you watched his face so close to yours. This all sounded so ridiculous suddenly; they had seriously called in for something like that? But Taehyung didn’t once make you feel like you were overreacting. He didn’t see it like that. He thought you had every right to be scared, you had every right to feel panic. And he would do anything to calm you down, to make you feel protected, as well as actually protect you if he had to. His whole stance and presence made you feel at ease.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Yes. Thank you,” you murmured against his neck.

You heard him take in a deep breath like he was trying to take in all of your aroma as if it would be his last chance. And then he sighed as he exhaled. “Don’t go anywhere, Amy. It’s more dangerous for you to leave right now.” It was a long way home on a muddy road with no lights or anything close-by for help. Late at night, with rain threatening to pick up soon and a terrible signal. Of course he didn’t want to let you go of his arms.

You shook your head a bit, still buried in the crook on his neck. “I know. I won’t leave.” You had managed to calm down a surprisingly good deal. Even though you had nothing more of an answer as to what was happening in that Manor than you did earlier when you were just guessing, it felt good enough. Taehyung was there, ready to help you in any way he could, and it was enough.

“We should just forget about this and go to sleep,” he whispered before pulling away to look at you. “Then we can see what happens in the morning, okay?” You almost started to get nervous again, your fingers gripping his shirt immediately. Without having to say anything, the photographer noticed the change in your eyes. “Don’t worry, nothing is going to happen. Nothing is going to hurt you, I will be right here to keep you safe all night. Okay?”

You pouted. “You won’t leave me alone?”

He immediately shook his head. “No, not at all, baby. I won’t leave you from my sight for a second.”

He led you to his room on the east wing, a bigger and darker room than your own. Yet somehow it felt safer, too. Perhaps because Taehyung’s energy was all over the place. A pretty and slightly scary at first room, but once inside, it’s inviting and better than the rest. That was definitely Taehyung’s energy.

He had you seated on the king-sized bed with the raven covers while he locked the door, then pushed a dresser in front of it as well, for good measure. He drew the curtains in front of the balcony door and lit up a couple of lamps around the room to make sure you would have light even after switching off the main one. And after having affirmed time and time again that you felt as safe as possible in there with him, he came to meet you in the bed. To give you another peck on the lips and hold your face a few seconds more. Looking at you like it would be the last time he would be able to.

“Let me give you something more comfortable to wear,” he offered when he noticed your jeans and how neither of you had thought about making a stop to your room before coming here.

You pointed at the shirt he was wearing. “Can I have this?” You didn’t want just anything, you wanted something that had his scent still all over it. To make you feel like you were being hugged by the boy himself.

Taehyung nodded. There was no way he would say no to you, and it wasn’t even because of the panic attack you had had earlier. In actuality, he had more or else been treating you like that from the beginning of your days here. Like deep down it was the only way he wanted to act around you; even if he liked to tease or rile you up every now and then. He probably only did that just to play into your idea of him and not scare you away with his affection.

Taehyung took off both his shirt and pants, getting in bed just with his briefs on. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, licking his lips. You didn’t mind, but it did make you a bit flustered. Ridding yourself from your clothing too, you put on his shirt and joined him.

He immediately turned you into the little spoon, snaking his limbs around your body and caging you against his. He nuzzled his nose in your neck, giving you a couple of kisses right under your ear, but other than that there was nothing sexual about his advance. He simply held you close to keep you safe like he had promised. Cuddling into you like it was something so natural, like you had been doing it for years. And his breath on your skin felt like company, his heartbeat on your back like a lullaby, his warmth and entire presence like a shield.

It almost ached you how good you felt at that moment. Good because you loved being with Taehyung, and ached because you wouldn’t be with him for much longer.

You cleared your throat, the sound filling the quiet room entirely. “I’m sorry I spread rumors about your penis,” you whispered, hanging your head low.

A low rumble of a laugh was heard muffled from behind you. “It’s alright,” Taehyung reassured you, holding you tighter. “Even with rumors like that, every girl still wanted to fuck me. And then they could be met with a pleasant surprise, right?”

You rolled your eyes as you could tell he just wanted to make you say it. “Right…” you admitted, without going into further detail about how big he actually was. “But still, I shouldn’t have talked bad about you just because I was mad.”

He continued chuckling, clearly finding your apology amusing. Maybe because he didn’t actually see the need for one, had already moved past the subject. “It’s really fine. Plus, they only lasted a couple of months before I completely disproved them.”

You rolled your eyes again. “By fucking the entire campus.”

“You have to do what you have to do.”

You knew it was a joke but it still served as a pretty good reminder of the fuckboy he really was. Of how different the two of you really were, on a fundamental level, even if staying in that house together had overshadowed that a bit.

“You haven’t been in an actual relationship since I’ve met you, have you?” you asked, not sure why.

Taehyung ran his nose up and down the slope of your neck for a couple of seconds like a predator circling his prey. “No,” he admitted then. “Relationships aren’t really my thing.”

“Not surprising.”

“What about you?” His hands were stroking your body, not in an erotic way, simply just feeling you up while he still could.

“I only do relationships,” you replied. “One-night-stands aren’t really my thing.”

See? Fundamentally different. Even if you didn’t have everything that was already holding you back, you would still probably never work. And no, the one week on vacation here doesn’t count. Because when you are trapped away in a Victorian Manor, with no other communications, in a world so contrasting to your actual routine, with a promise that when it’s all over, it really is… all over. Then you are bound to act some type of way. You are bound to seak the other’s company, you are bound to forget about the rules, you are bound to give yourself in for a romance with an expiration date. Right?

“I’m glad you made an exception for me, then,” Taehyung whispered in your ear. And you couldn’t help but turn to look at him.

Exception. Because this wasn’t a relationship; this wasn’t going to last. Whether it would end tomorrow or the day after that barely even mattered. What mattered was that the photographer and you were a one-time thing. A one-in-a-million thing. A thing that would never, ever repeat itself. And if you liked kissing him and wanted to do it for a bit longer, you had to keep it to yourself. And if you didn’t even want this night to dawn so that you never had to leave, you couldn’t admit it aloud. And if you wished you were his exception instead, you had to just accept you weren’t.

You closed the tiny gap between you and kissed him; softly. Because this might be your last chance to do so. And he let his lips be guided in your rhythm, dipped a hand through your hair to pull you as close as you wanted to be. You couldn’t entirely see the point of indulging in an act that made your stomach rouse like never before, when you knew how it would end. Why would you let yourself get used to something so sweet, when you know you’ll only ever be chasing that high from then on? Then again, you couldn’t stop. You kept kissing him, deeper and firmer, because why wouldn’t you indulge in this while you could?

Even as your kiss became more passionate, your bodies squirming and pressing against one another more desperately, this continued to be the softest you had ever been with him. Almost like there was something more than lust at play there. And even though you could feel his dick hardening on your hip, and your panties soaking up in your wetness, even though you both clearly wanted more, neither made that move. Your lips and tongues were enough; you wanted to take your time to memorize exactly how that alone felt.

And when you had plenty of that, you straddled him gently to press down on his erection with your wet core.

“Ah, Amy,” he moaned, his mouth dropping open. “Fuck me.” It was a kind request, the man’s brain having rotten from desire and you appearing like his sole savior in the moment. His hands traveled down your body, to hold your thighs as you ground on him, sneak under his shirt and pull it over your head. Then they reached your breasts, massaging them like a kid messing with playdough. “Baby, use me.”

You growled as you pressed down on him harder, throwing your head back. Your fingers ran through his hair and you pulled it, making him whine. You loved those eager sounds he made so much. You couldn’t imagine never hearing them again.

You didn’t want to waste any more time. “Do you have a condom?”

He sighed, biting his lip with a pained expression like he just remembered, too. “I- I don’t. Only had one in my wallet, didn’t exactly think I’d get some here.”

It was clear he felt bad, thinking that meant you would stop. And he was ready to accept it. But you were too far gone for that. You couldn’t give two fucks if you had protection or not; there was nothing stopping you from feeling him where you wanted him tonight.

“It’s okay,” you said, surprising him a bit. And right away, you pulled his briefs down to free his cock that stood hard against his lower abdomen. “Just tell me before you cum.” And, with a swift movement, you pushed your panties to the side and lined him up with your entrance.

Taehyung, still somewhat processing what you were doing, widened his eyes and growled when his naked head brushed on your wet pussy. He quite literally howled as you started slowly sinking on him, spasming from how good you felt around him. And you were close to doing the same. You weren’t sure if it was the rawness of it, the intimacy of your treatment earlier, or the adrenaline from even before that, but Taehyung inside you felt so good you almost orgasmed before even bottoming out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your lips digging in your bottom lip.

“Gosh, princess, I love— this so much,” Taehyung moaned once he could feel all of you, his dick curved inside and pressing straight on your cervix. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

As by his order, you started rocking up and down. Arching your back to move back and forth smoothly, and in circles, and in any way that made your man make those delicious sounds. His hands held you like you were something to worship, a goddess, as he helped you in your movements. Until you were dripping sweat and your knees hurt so much you fell forward to crush your body on his. That’s when he hugged you and started thrusting up inside you, all while kissing your forehead sweetly. You ground on him, trying to get your clit to rub against his pubic bone in order to build up your climax.

“Good girl,” Taehyung purred in your ear. Because he knew you were close, and he knew how much his words and his voice affected you. He wanted to push you over the edge with just that. “You make me feel so good, baby.” You whined in response. “You and your perfect, little cunt. Feels so good wrapped around me like that.” And you whined again, picking up the pace of grinding against him, chasing your high. “I want to feel you cumming on me, princess. Want your cum all over my bare dick.”

In his attempt to make you orgasm, his thrust became deeper and harder, and they were immediately attacking your g-spot. You cried out loud, the sensation of it along with the constant stimulation of your clit being a little too much. Your pending climax suddenly felt like so much you tried to hold back. “Tae-” you whined, trying to push back.

But his arms held you down on him more firmly. “No, no, don’t fight it. Give me everything you got.” And he continued to hit that spot inside you, pressing two fingers on your clit as well. And you had an orgasm building upon orgasm, and it was getting uncontrollably big. “Give it to me.” Your mouth fell open in a cry as you reached beyond the point of going back, yet still tried to hold it in. But Taehyung kept thrusting, kept begging. “Please, baby, please cum on me.”

How could you refuse that? You spilled on him before you could understand what was happening, screaming his name at the top of your lungs as more and more spurt sprayed out of you and onto his stomach, like it was never-ending. The high you were ridding was never-ending. A high you had never experienced before, a high you didn’t want to get off, a high sure to make you fall in love.

“That was so hot-” It was the first thing you heard after who knows how long. After you managed to recollect your mind and see in front of you again. And then you realized Taehyung was no longer inside of you; he had pulled you off him and released his own cum against your ass while you were blacked out.

When you looked down, it was a mess. You quickly got off him. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” you said.

“Princess, what are you apologizing for?” Taehyung grabbed your arm to pull you back close to him. He kissed your lips softly. “You looked like you had such fun, never apologize for that.

You bit your lip as your eyes were still glued on his glistening belly. “I… I think I… Did I just squirt?”

Taehyung smiled at your innocent and shocked expression. “You did. And I liked it so much.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Was that your first time?” he asked when he saw you were still processing everything. And when you nodded shyly, he pulled you in for another soft kiss. “First of many to come,” he said.

Almost like he was promising he would be there to make sure that was the case.

The bed was big enough for you to lazily clean yourselves and roll to a drier side to sleep. Taehyung wrapped his arms and legs around you again, the same way he had done before, nuzzling into you like you were a teddy bear. And you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt and mold against his body in a way that it would be the perfect fit.

The fear of the haunted Manor forgotten. The only thing on your minds being each other.

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Day 19 & 20!

Day 19 - “I hate it when...”

As you’ve gleaned from prior posts, I hate it when you forget autism is a developmental disorder and not an intellectual one. We are so. Fucking. Tired. Of being treated as lesser, or like we don’t understand what you’re saying to us.

Outside of the reactions to others’ behavior, though, I have some personal “I hate it when”...I’ve let you into my mind and told you what I appreciate about how my brain works, but there are things I don’t like, for sure.

I hate that personal stressor things trigger a toddler-like need to SHUT DOWN. Like writing this blog, for example...the vulnerability I feel usually leads to a need to go to sleep for a long time, once I’m finished. Or after a long day socializing. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want to engage my brain anymore, I just need to shut all systems down and sleep. Especially if there’s been a meltdown (meltdown—->shutdown)...and oh boy do I hate meltdowns. They’re really rare, thank dog.

I hate that my executive function is an absolute bag of ass. This is probably the biggest thing I would change. It got infinitely worse when my disability got bad (EDS), for some reason. And it drives me up the damn wall.

I hate my low function days/moments. It’s like my brain just won’t kick into gear, or the gears and wheels are rusty and grinding, & it’s rather anxiety inducing. I usually “hide” on my low days, sometimes in my darkened bedroom, and watch favorite shows or movies, or get lost in a good book - if I can. On low days I find myself re-reading crap constantly because it’s not making any sense, so I’ll even avoid complicated recipes...I have no idea why these days/moments happen, but boy do they piss me off/make me anxious (that’s kind of the same thing for me. My anxiety nearly always manifests as anger). On my low days, you’ll see (if you were a fly on the wall, because I suppress this even around my own family), me walking in tight, anxious figure 8’s and flapping my hands in a distressed way, as I anxiously try to mentally kick my brain into gear. (It doesn’t work, but it IS a little soothing. And my dogs are SO sweet...they gather around me tightly and just seem to know I need them.)

🤷🏻‍♀️ There’s probably more I could expound on that I don’t like, but writing this one has been pretty distasteful. I try not to dwell on things I hate anymore, so I’ve put this entry down multiple times and come back to it when I’m in a decent frame of mind. I think I’m tired of talking about it now, so I’m gonna just stop talking.....

Which is a good segue into Day 20 -

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“Communication”

Ahh communication. This entry will be long, because I have a lot to communicate LOL....

Personally, I write far more coherently and eloquently than I speak. My brain goes too fast...I often trip over words; my brain’s three steps ahead of what’s coming out of my mouth and I get scrambled sometimes. I can also take the time to think about what I want to say/HOW I want to say it. Like many autistics, I’m a blurter. LOL...I am constantly trying to remind myself, just because I think it, doesn’t mean I have to say it. This gets a LOT of us in trouble...one of my most memorable examples is, I *loudly* blurted “that’s BULLSHIT!!” in a church one time. (I was speaking on how my devout Methodist grandmother, who regularly takes communion at her church, was not permitted to receive communion in a Catholic church, merely because she isn’t Catholic, despite the fact that this woman is all about some Jesus & a devoted churchgoer - not just on Easter and Christmas.) In my defense, it WAS (IS) bullshit. I just didn’t need to practically yell that in church. As you can imagine, it was like a needle scratching across a record & everyone turned to stare. (My poor husband rescued me.) 🤦🏻‍♀️ Sigh. It’s a good idea to keep me out of most church services.

I am rather famous (infamous?) for calling bullshit straight to someone’s face, BLUNTLY. It’s out of my mouth before my brain’s “tact gatekeeper” I’ve spent over a decade trying to train is even half awake at his post (it’s a him because my husband is the one who taught me how to use tact in the first place. And it’s a him because said “gatekeeper” is lazy and falls asleep on the job all the time 😆). Have you ever just blurted your honest thoughts and heard shocked gasps or someone just busts out laughing? Yeah. That happens to me regularly. Or uncomfortable chuckles and someone will blink a few times and say, “oohhhkay, well, you could said that a different way.” (My old response to that was, I’m not responsible for what your reaction is to what I say...you’re in charge of your own feelings. I *understand* now how irresponsible and unfeeling that is, and I try to keep that in the front of my mind, even when I’m frustrated and nearly burning up with the desire to speak my thoughts in their raw form, but this is routinely an area I struggle to adapt to...and I am very sorry when I hurt someone I care about.)

On the other side of this same coin though, this is a trait my friends respect deeply, because I’m not cruel hearted or anything. You always know where you stand with me, and I’m the last person to try and lie to you. I SUUUUUCK at lying. And on the rare times when I do, I usually end up eventually telling on myself (this drove my older stepsister NUTS when we were kids, because she liked to do lots of sneaky things, and I don’t have an inherently sneaky nature LOL...so “DO NOT tell momma” was a *serious* risk for her, if she let me tag along 😂). Lying to someone just feels disgusting. Oily. Shameful. I hate lying. Plus, my short term memory is a grabasstic bag of CRAP, so there’s a good chance I won’t remember the lie and get caught anyway. 🤷🏻‍♀️ My boys also suck at lying or hiding stuff, and generally prefer not to...but I also give them a safe forum to be honest. (I’m sure there’s LOTS of crap I don’t know, but you’d be surprised how much they DO tell me.)

Another thing with me personally is that I go mute sometimes. I’m not being deliberately obstinate. I’m not REFUSING to speak in those moments...sometimes I literally can’t, and the effort of doing so will make me gag, or even projectile vomit. Sounds very dramatic, doesn’t it? It is. (And it annoys the SHIT out of me.) There’s not a fucking thing i can do about it. The movement of my tongue in my mouth will literally begin to trigger my gag reflex, and if I try to power through it, I’m rewarded with my lunch returning to the surface anyway, regardless of my desires, and sometimes rather unexpectedly & violently. USUALLY this happens when I’m uber stressed, but sometimes it seems kind of out of the blue & catches even me off guard. If this happens but I still have something to say, I start texting instead, and explain. Most people - especially my hubby - are very kind when this happens. (I don’t want your pity, I just want you to switch to written communication for a minute until I can figuratively kick the fuck out of the engine in my “speaking center” and get it to work again.) Other times, I will literally get tired of talking. Like my mouth and tongue - and somehow, the “word forming” part of my brain feels physically exhausted (weird, I know, but I also spend the vast majority of my life silent - I am home alone all day, hate talking on the phone, and simply don’t speak much, by choice. So maybe it is actual “mouth fatigue” 😂😂😂 - I’ve stopped eating before because I just got tired of chewing, too, even though I’m still somewhat hungry. 🙄) I am usually *perfectly* happy to keep listening! And I’ll stay engaged in the conversation usually. I am just...done audibly talking. I’ll literally say “my mouth is tired of making the sounds now, but please keep going”...but I think my husband is the only one who doesn’t find this unusual, and rolls with it. It usually happens after a long, animated conversation...instead of winding down, though, it just..stops. If I try to keep going, cue the gagging. I can stay engaged in the conversation if you let me start writing/typing instead of speaking, for my responses. So that’s a “fun” little trait of mine that many neurotypicals find unsettling. Please don’t take it personally. My mouth just doesn’t want to make the words anymore - and I’m probably mostly done adding what I needed to add to the conversation anyway. I’m a great listener when this happens, though. 😆

Communication is a really interesting thing with all of us, because it’s a struggle on one level or another. I will tell you, it’s a frequent topic in my groups. “WHY CAN’T NEUROTYPICALS JUST SAY WHAT THE FUCK THEY MEAN?!?! 😩😩😩” I’m dead serious - you might think, because we’re sensitive (generally), we can’t “handle” it? You’d be so very wrong. What we can’t handle is when you dance around a subject or we have to try and translate what you just said to us (which most of us are not that good at). Just fucking say it! Nine times out of ten, you’ll just get a look of dawning realization and a “oh, shit, okay” response. We can handle it. Just. Say. It. We’ll respect you a lot more in the morning, LOL 😆

I think every autistic has some sort of beef with neurotypicals when it comes to communication (as I’m sure you have yours with us, obviously).

You guys operate under some weird ass rules that we simply don’t understand - especially if you don’t tell us those rules & just expect us to know. Like, if my husband hadn’t patiently taken years to show/teach me how the way I said certain things were hurtful, I would still be in the “yeah she’s cool but she’s kind of an asshole” territory. (I still struggle to grasp this, or at least it still frustrates me....truth is truth, whether it’s an ironclad general fact or your own personal truth - and yes sometimes the truth hurts, but like...I don’t pin any responsibly for that on the truth teller, if that makes sense?)

Working in rescue also helped hone my ability to speak “neurotypically” to others - I work with a LOT of women, and boy do a lot of them NOT appreciate when you bluntly tell them what you think. Men on the other hand....

I know *lots* of autistic women who prefer friendships with men, largely centering around this communication thing. We hurt men’s feelings a little less regularly than other women’s. I know I was like that, until I got a little more used to how I have to modify my communication with most women (but that annoys me, I’m gonna be honest - it annoys my Autie friends, too). The only time I am as starkly blunt as I used to be, is when speaking to my female Autie friends (because they can handle it), or most of the dudes I’m friends with. But if my message is getting “lost in the sauce” and you’re not getting my point, I usually give a frustrated sigh, WARN you that I’m about to tell you flatly what I need to say, because we aren’t getting anywhere, and just say it.

Yes I am the friend who, when you gush on and on about your new back yard bred puppy, talking all about how you’re gonna breed him when he grows up, is gonna flatly say “he’s not breeding quality”, if they’re not. Then I’m gonna ask you why you want to do such a thing, given that you’re aware of the massive load of rescue dogs (PARTICULARLY Great Danes and Cane Corsos) - and probably beat your argument down every step of the way. That doesn’t always go badly though - one of my closest friends was considering breeding their dog, and while it was a beautiful dog, it was not one that should reproduce (from an “improve the breed” perspective). We barely knew each other, but I gained a reputation for being kind but starkly honest...and I knew what I was talking about...and now I have this person’s deep respect, and they have mine (because they listened and did the research I asked them to - and did not add to the breed population). So it’s not *always* a trainwreck, because the people who end up respecting how I communicate, usually end up VERY close friends. AND I WANT THAT IN RETURN, which is refreshing for a LOT of people. I want your dead honesty in return - PLEASE. It’s so much easier for me to process and accept. For example, my house is almost constantly in some sort of disarray. I have one friend who will come in and go, “girl. I almost can’t breathe in here - this clutter is too much”(and then she offers to help me tackle it!!).

Or, fairly recently, “oh my god those curtains are so horrible, I hope you’re getting rid of those when you redo this room.”

“But I MADE those curtains! I love that print!”

“Ugh. No. They’re terrible. Get rid of them.”

My feelings were not hurt in the LEAST (I of course had a flash of “you bitch, I was so excited to find that print and I MADE THOSE, ya jerk” 😂). At first I said, “well you’re just gonna have to suck it up and deal with my shitty curtains, because I like them” 😂, but then as I was redoing the room, I took them down...and it DID look a lot better, so I left them down 😂😂😂....

So I guess my point with all this is: every autie I know deeply wishes you’d just fucking spit it out. We WILL often miss or misinterpret the point if you “fluff” it too much (around my neck of the woods, we call it putting too much gild on the lily, though I’ve never understood that one. Idk if a “gilded lily” is/was ever a thing, why anyone would gild a lily in the first place...LOTS of us struggle with colloquialisms that don’t make literal sense. 😆 Recently a friend was baffled over “shit in one hand and wish in the other and see which fills up faster”, and fully half of the respondents to her post were people baffled by why anyone would shit in their hand - I and a couple others had to explain, and it just ended with them going “well that’s a fucking stupid saying anyway, and wishes aren’t things you can put in your hands, either” 😂😂😂...but I’m from the south, and these things are just part of our vocab. MOST of them are easy to grasp for me, like “nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs”, because I immediately picture it and can grasp the meaning. But others I don’t get - the gilded lily is one LOL)...

We are LITERAL AS FUCK. It’s why we ruin lots of jokes, too. My poor husband is the dad joke king - and I ruin fully 1/3 or more of his jokes by being too literal (which he also finds amusing, so that’s good). Sometimes we realize we’re ruining the joke but we don’t care, because it’s dumb, or we just .... can’t....HELP IT. 😩😂

Jeez, I could almost write all day about autistics and communication LOL!!

But to summarize (and not succinctly, sorry), I guess, for me and many many others...we are often blunt, direct, almost painfully honest, and very, very literal. Your unspoken rules of communication absolutely go over our heads, unless you - yannow - *communicate* and explain them. We’ll probably tell you those rules are stupid and exhausting, but we will TRY and stick to it as best we can. But see, we literally have to think about every single word that comes out of our mouths, because we communicate far more directly than you weird fuckers do. And it is literally actually exhausting. It’s not an easily natural thing for us to adapt to, your weird way of saying things but not saying what you really mean. You’re wasting a LOT of words there, sir, and we are now getting obsessively confused over why you would do such a thing. 😂 It’s also why I keep getting banned from Facebook. My recent one was because I said - in one of my Autie “safe” groups, where I should be able to just say what I mean - that I tend to punch or want to punch people who deliberately startle the shit out of me. We were talking about how stupid April Fool’s Day was, and how we hate pranks. Three of us got banned for 30 days for just...well. Facebook called it “incitement of violence”. 🙄🥺🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

But I haven’t met - yet, maybe? - an autistic person who is cruel natured - not one of us gets any joy from being a bully type. WE feel everything on a higher level, so we kind of assume you do, too...you might think, “then why are you such an asshole?!”, but it’s simply that we - or every Autie I know, anyway - struggle to grasp how directly communicating your feelings is so fuckin hard or hurtful for y’all. I think anyone struggles to grasp something they themselves don’t experience. All you have to do is explain, though, and keep guiding us towards communicating in ways that we both find acceptable. I mean we’re champs at accepting all manner of different human - regardless of race, sexuality, and so on - but the communication is one area that frustrates the ever loving SHIT out of most of us, because it makes so little logical sense why anyone would say a bunch of useless words that muddy up their intent.

My closing advice? Help Your Pet Autie ™️ (this is absolutely a tongue in cheek term btw) understand how you’d like to be communicated with, and guide us. BE SPECIFIC for fucks sake - we suck at guessing what you might want, and it’s so frustrating that we’ll often just stop communicating at all. Instead of saying “it hurts me when you say this”, try saying “the WAY you said this hurt my feelings because of ____. Maybe you could put it like this instead” (or, “you know, you should really just keep shit like that to yourself”) and *give examples*. Don’t expect us to come up with different ways of saying shit, because we don’t understand what it is specifically you want, and it’s not very logical, therefore it’s not “natural” for us. Plus, everyone is different. I can’t talk to one of my sons the same way I can talk to the other, without certain negative reactions. Give us a chance to know your needs - we DO CARE!!! - but be CLEAR. I know in your world, tact is a big deal, but MOST of us will miss the fucking point if you’re too tactful (and when we misinterpret, we always err on the side of worst case scenario, and make the issue wayyyyy bigger than it should be. Being clear is soooo important).

And hey. Maybe it’ll help clear up some communication in other areas of your life. Being clear isn’t a license to be a fucking asshole; nobody’s giving you a license to unleash on everyone about how much you can’t stand humans...if WE hafta be quiet about that, so do you lmao...fair’s fair. 😆 But quit hedging and hinting and hoping we will pick up on the whatever your grievance is - because we won’t. We’ll just know you’re unhappy, and start panicking over guessing what we did wrong, and just shut down, because we have no idea.

Just. Fucking. Say it. 😘

#asd #autism #autistic #acceptance #awareness #actuallyautistic

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Lilith Rebellion Chapter 10 Preview

Happy New Year! Here’s your gratuitous make-out scene.

Yeah, anyway I couldn’t wait until the chapter was done so you’re getting the first part early. Also 2019 was the 100th anniversary of Yuri, so here’s to starting off the new era right, and to many more wlw works to come!

Relationship (F/F): Yui Komori/Amaya Yuuki (OC) Content: Asexual Relationship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling and kissing, Everything is fluff and nothing hurts, all the consent, stupid flirty Amaya

Soon enough, the two were walking through the door of Amaya’s apartment.

“Ahh, it’s so good to be back!” she said, clearly in high spirits as she stepped up from the entryway.

“Are you sure it was really alright to leave without saying anything?” Yui asked as she followed after her.

She shrugged before heading into the bedroom to drop off her bag. “I left a note.”

Said note was just a piece of paper taped to Yui’s door that read “Went out. Be back Monday. XOXO. Amaya and Yui.”

Yui sighed. She could already tell that Amaya’s message was not going to be well received. “When they see that, I just know they’ll—”

“Okay, that’s enough of that!”

Yui's sentence was cut off when Amaya gently pressed a finger to her lips. “We came here so that we could take a break from all of that. So how about for the next couple of days, they just don’t exist?”

Yui blinked. “They don’t exist…?”

Amaya smiled. “Exactly. Besides, we don’t need their permission to do anything. So you don’t need to worry about what they think or if they’re gonna be mad. Because that doesn’t matter!”

As soon as she heard those words, Yui felt the remaining uncertainty being washed away. She nodded and placed her bag on the bedroom floor beside Amaya’s. “Yeah, you’re right. Then, is there anywhere you want me to put my things?”

“Wherever you want. There’s plenty of space.”

“Okay.” Yui then knelt down to unzip her bag and took out her nightgown. It was around the time when they usually went to sleep so she should probably get changed for bed. However, it occurred to her that Amaya was right next to her and she began wondering if it was alright to change in front of her.

Yui glanced over to see that Amaya had already taken off her jacket and was hanging it up in the closet. She glanced back at her for a second and then they both blushed before quickly looking away again.

Yui stood with her nightgown clutched to her chest, trying to think of the best course of action. Well they were both girls, so it should be fine for them to change in front of each other. Except that Amaya was attracted to women. But that shouldn’t matter, should it? And besides, they were dating so did that make it extra okay? Or maybe…

Before she could decide, she felt a hand on her wrist and she was pulled to the side. Yui yelped in surprise as she was thrown onto the bed. She barely had time to process what was happening as Amaya climbed on top of her, knees around her hips, palms on either side of her head. Yui felt her face heat up at the intimacy of their position. She hadn’t expected Amaya to do something so forward.

“Yui,” the tenderness with which Amaya said her name had Yui’s heart slamming against her chest as she stared up breathlessly at the earnest passion burning in her eyes.

“You said that I should be more honest about my feelings so…”

She took a shaky breath, her cheeks reddening as well.

“Yui, I love you. But just saying it isn’t enough. I want to show you exactly how I feel. I want to kiss you, to touch you, to hold you tight and never let go...” She briefly looked away, still clearly nervous. “I-Is that okay?”

Her voice was so soft and sweet, it made Yui feel like she might melt right then and there. She smiled and reached up to place her hand behind Amaya’s head.

“Of course it is.”

With that, Amaya leaned down for a kiss as Yui pulled her closer. Their lips pressed together, more insistent than ever before. Love filled every inch of her with a pleasant warmth as she enjoyed the feeling of Amaya’s hands running through her hair and her labored, airy breathing as their lips came together and parted over and over, alternating between deep and soft.

Yui let out a soft moan as she felt Amaya’s chest press against her. Although modest in size, the slight softness still had her mind spinning wild with desire. She draped her free hand across her back, wanting to bring them even closer together.

Gradually, Amaya began moving away from her lips to press kisses along her cheek and jaw, working her way down to her neck. Yui tilted her head to the side to give her more room, becoming completely undone at her girlfriend’s gentle touch.

Girlfriend…

The word made Yui’s heart flutter with joy.

That’s right, she was her girlfriend now. The happiness that followed upon that realization was nearly overwhelming.

A small gasp escaped her lips at the feeling of Amaya's fangs brushing against her skin. It didn’t seem intentional and Yui knew that she would never bite her, but it was still enough to give her a not unwelcome sense of thrill, like an arc of electricity through her veins. She tightened her grip around Amaya’s shoulders, as if doing so might keep her grounded amidst her bubbling emotions.

“Does that feel good?” Amaya whispered, her breath tickling her skin.

“Mm…” Yui nodded lazily, too caught up in her own ecstasy to say anything else.

“Okay, then let’s try something else.”

Hearing the bed creak as Amaya pushed herself off of her, Yui opened her eyes curiously to see her settling into a kneeling position before her legs. What was she planning?

Amaya met her eyes, smiling with a hint of mischief as she reached forward to lift up her leg. And then leaned down to plant a kiss on her inner thigh near her knee.

“Ah!” Yui cried out, taken completely by surprise at the boldness of Amaya’s actions. For someone who usually got flustered so easily, it all seemed to be coming out of nowhere. Although, she didn’t hate it.

Amaya smirked, clearly amused by her reactions, and again placed her lips against the increasingly sensitive area.

“Nn…” Yui trembled, her heart hammering in her chest as she reached up to grasp at the pillows with what little strength she had left. But it didn’t do much to make the waves of pleasure from each delicate little kiss any more bearable.

Glancing back down, Yui suddenly felt a jolt of apprehension when she noticed that Amaya’s kisses were slowly nearing…a certain area. Yui tensed, the suggestiveness of it making her stomach do flip flops. She wasn’t exactly sure how two girls were supposed to, well…go all the way, and although she loved it when Amaya kissed her, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to do that with her.

Despite how her breath was coming out in hot, heavy pants, Yui tried her best to form a coherent sentence. “I thought you said…you weren’t interested in…that kind of thing…”

Amaya paused to look at her questioningly. She then glanced down and her eyes widened in realization before looking back up to meet her eyes in reassurance. “I won’t go that far but…” She delicately placed her fingers on the back of her thigh. Yui shivered at the coolness against her burning skin. “There’s plenty of other ways to pleasure you, right?” Amaya said far too seductively as she gently traced her fingers up to the back of her knee.

Yui let out a gasp and couldn't help but squirm at the sensation of that impossibly light touch. She bit her lip and averted her eyes, her resolve crumbling before her girlfriend’s newfound flirtatious side.

Amaya’s expression returned to one of hesitation as it occurred to her that maybe Yui wasn’t as receptive as she had originally thought. She started to set down her leg. “If you’re not comfortable with it, I won’t—”

“…Don’t stop.”

“What…?”

Yui’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t keep the words from spilling out. “…It feels really good so don’t stop.”

Amaya smiled. “Alright then.” With that, she leaned in again and continued to trail feather-light kisses along her legs.

“Ah-hnn...” Clamping a hand over her mouth, Yui tried to prevent herself from making any more strange noises, but a few whimpers still managed to escape.

Amaya giggled softly against her thigh, which did not help the situation whatsoever. “You can be as loud as you want, you know? It’s not like anyone else will hear you.”

Yui was sure her face was about twenty different shades of red. “... It’s still embarrassing.”

Amaya hummed and made her way back up until she was leaning over her again. “Well I think you sound adorable.”

Yui didn’t get a chance to reply before Amaya sealed their lips again, turning her indignant squeak into a heavy moan with another deep kiss that left her breathless all over again.

By the time Amaya pulled away, Yui had been reduced to little more than a blushing, gasping mess beneath her. She smoothed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and smiled in satisfaction, a devious glint in her eyes and one fang peeking out of her mouth in a devilish yet frustratingly cute manner.

Slightly annoyed that she was just letting Amaya have her way with her, Yui shot a glare up at her. Although it probably came out looking like a pout at best, Amaya’s expression turned startled all the same.

Not wasting a moment, Yui reached up and pushed as hard as she could. Amaya yelped as she was now the one being flipped onto her back. Before she could recover, Yui pinned her by her shoulders and dove down to deliver a kiss of her own.

“Mn!?”

The angle was a bit off since she had moved in so fast, but it still did the job. When Yui lifted her head, she was treated to the sight of Amaya rendered speechless as she lay below her, wearing that lovely flustered expression that had captured her heart.

Yui took a deep breath and despite her own embarrassment, spoke to her in a serious voice. “I-I don’t want to just be receiving your love. I want to show you how much I love you too!”

Amaya’s eyes went wide in awe. But soon enough, her smile shifted to become playful again. “Hm? So you want to try taking the lead?”

She tilted her head slightly, making Yui's heart tighten at how painfully alluring she looked with her dark hair spread out against the pillows. “Then, how about you kiss me again?”

Drawing in a shaky breath, Yui leaned down and did just that.

She kept it soft and sweet, wanting to convey to Amaya just how earnest her feelings were. Just in case she still had any further doubts. Yui was determined to dispel them right now and spell out in no uncertain terms that she was absolutely worthy of her love, and that she wouldn’t rather have anyone else by her side.

It seemed to work, as she sensed a tiny shudder run through Amaya’s body and heard her let out a contented sigh.

Seconds later, Amaya was wrapping her arms around her waist as she slid her hands up her back and sides beneath her shirt, earning another unsuppressed moan from Yui’s lips at how the coolness of her touch was amplified against her feverish skin.

Not to be outdone, Yui cupped Amaya’s face in her palms and gently caressed her cheeks and neck. Amaya squeezed her tightly in return, and Yui felt her purr happily against her continued kiss.

She was sure Amaya could feel how heated she was, and although she knew she couldn’t warm up the same way, it didn't stop Yui from trying her best to do so anyway.

“You know…ahh…if you're hot you can just…nn…take it off…”

Yui pulled back with a start, the suggestion nearly making her heart stop.

Amaya reddened in embarrassment under her gaze, her voice turning into a stutter. “Y-you don’t have to…uh…I’m sorry. I-I don’t know why I said that…”

Smiling at her nervousness, Yui pushed herself up onto her knees and although her hands were shaking, began to lift up her shirt. Amaya had sat up as well and watched with fascination as Yui pulled off her sweater, and then her shorts, discarding both over the side of the bed and leaving her in a slightly frilly pale blue bra and matching panties.

She felt self-conscious at first, but that quickly disappeared once she saw how Amaya was looking at her. Her eyes shining and filled with awe, as if she were in the presence of an angel from heaven.

Feeling it was unfair that she was the only one in such an exposed state, Yui smiled and reached forward to grip the hem of Amaya’s shirt.

Her eyes widened for a second before nodding for her to continue. Before her nerves could get the better of her, Yui pulled her shirt off over her head and unzipped her shorts, revealing simple black undergarments. She left her stockings on though, liking the way they accentuated the shape of her thighs.

Yui drew in a sharp breath as she fully took in the sight before her, eyes sweeping over her subtle curves, lingering a bit longer at the swell of her breasts. Her smooth skin almost seemed to glow in the moonlight, giving her an ethereal kind of beauty.

Amaya shifted shyly under her gaze and shrunk into her shoulders a little, although this simply succeeded in making her boobs squish together in an even more enticing manner.

“Don’t stare at me so much…it’s embarrassing…”

Heart melting again at the softness in her voice, Yui moved forward to gather her up in a warm embrace. “Sorry, I was just thinking how lucky I am to have met you.”

“Really?” Amaya said, hugging her back and burying her face into the crook of her shoulder. Her whispers were gentle beside her ear. “Because how I see it, I think I’m definitely the lucky one.”

Yui slowly loosened her grip to meet her eyes and the two shared a tender look before coming together in another passionate kiss as they fell back against the sheets.

It would be an unforgettable night for the both of them as they eventually drifted off to sleep, hands clasped together and still tangled up in each other’s arms.

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End Notes:

Number of times author’s soul left her body while writing this: too many to count.

Also I’ll just go yeet myself into the ocean now because what the Hell am I saying!?!??!

This isn’t even the whole chapter how will I survive....

#Diabolik Lovers #yui komori #amaya yuuki #myfic

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80steenmovie · 6 years

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Single: Part One

Billy Hargrove x OC

part two

Summary: in the days leading up to when billy would officially meet your parents, you reflected on the the events and the time you had spent together.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: none

a/n: ahh I did a thing!! my first billy story so don't be too hard on me but tips and constructive criticism are always welcome. there's probably some common writing errors but I edited so quickly and needed to get this out already. I know this first part barely has any billy but good things come to those who wait I promise!! (also thought I should mention that what initially sparked this idea in my head was the song single by the neighbourhood so that’s where I got the title. it was initially going to be a short little thing but here we are.)

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Attending an all girls private school meant no interaction with the opposite sex, just how your parents wanted it. That meant for eight hours a day, they didn’t have to worry about anything their precious daughter was doing besides preparing to attend an Ivy League school. But the other sixteen hours, aside from sleeping in your bed and being at home with them, they had no control over. As long as your parents believed you were at a friends house studying or staying after school for college prep classes you were free from their realms and were free to do whatever, with whomever.

February 1985

Hawkins High was located in the town right next to yours, but was only a few blocks down the road from where the town borders met. Rumours had circulated their way from Hawkins High into the halls of St. Jude that their was going to a huge party this weekend, the party of the century some were speculating.

You were at your locker, collecting your books for last period when a petite girl with short, brown hair jumped next to you.

“Three words. Party. You. Me. Going.”

“Lexi, that’s four words.”

“Oh. Yeah. Gee, how the hell did I even get into this school?” She joked.

Lexi always made you laugh, right when you needed a good laugh, and sometimes when you shouldn’t be laughing which was admittedly the times when you wanted to laugh the most. You bonded at orientation over the fact that neither of you were thrilled to be attending a school made up of a hundred percent estrogen and zero percent testosterone. For only being 5’3” Lexi was a fireball who wouldn’t let anyone stand in her way, and wouldn’t let a second go by without defending you against anyone. If it weren’t for Lexi, you might have still thought you would have had no life outside of school. But from that time freshman year when she invited you over for a “sleepover”, only to find out that there was no sleepover and her plan was sneak into a Hawkins High football game, you knew the next four years were going to be anything but dull with Lexi by your side.

“There’s parties all the time, what makes this one so special?” You speculated.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to make me go all by myself.”

“No, never. It’s just another lie I have to make up to tell my parents. It was fun for awhile, but now it’s starting to feel like a chore.”

“I’ll make up something and tell them for you.”

“No, I don’t want you to do that. But you never answered my question.”

“Shit girl, I don’t know. Apparently some kid who lives in a big ass house with a pool is having it as his house because his parents are out of town.”

A girl passing by in the hall was holding a bright yellow piece of paper and Lexi didn’t let her go by without checking it out. She quickly asked the girl if she could borrow it and you and Lexi quickly skimmed the flyer for you both to see Lexi’s assumption to be confirmed.

“party @ the harrington house

saturday @ 8

b there or b square

food and drinks 4 dayzzz”

“Be there or be square. How original.” You quipped.

“Okay so whoever this Harrington kid is isn’t acing English but no one makes flyers for a party unless it’s going to be insane.”

“Lex...I don’t know…”

Lexi cupped her hands together and with a puppy dog face pleaded, “Please, Anna. I promise if it blows we’ll leave.”

“Not the puppy dog face, come on.”

With that, Lexi pursed her lip and bowed her head even more than before.

“Damn you, you know I always fall for the puppy dog face.”

“So you’ll go?”

“Yes, I’ll go.” You sighed.

“Yay! I promise you won’t regret it!” She bubbled and wrapped you in a hug almost knocking you over. “Meet up with you after class!”

As you watched Lexi trot off to her next class, your mind started to wander and you hoped you wouldn’t regret this decision as Lexi had promised.

______

Last period seemed to drag on for forever and a day as you were scrambling your brain for a feasible lie to tell your parents what your whereabouts would be tomorrow night. It would be the third time this week you were going out after dark and you worried your parents would get suspicious and start asking questions. You’ve been to a handful of parties before and had no problem telling your parents you would be at Lexi’s or going to a study group but there was a pit in your stomach telling you this wouldn’t be like the other parties and things would be...different.

“Anna!”

You had spaced out from your mind racing and hadn’t noticed that the bell rung and Lexi was standing in front of you at your desk.

“Are you good? When I got here you were staring at the ground and I said your name like three times.”

Still collecting your thoughts and being pushed back to reality you tried to form a coherent sentence by opening your mouth. But your brain wasn't cooperating and nothing came out.

Lexi could tell you were troubled and sat in the desk next to you. “Are you still worried about talking to your parents?”

It only just now occured to you that for almost three years the majority of your conversations with your parents were based off of lies, lies that you created. If it were up to them you would be in school all day until it was time for dinner and then to sleep for seven to eight hours. You couldn't live your life like that. And after the one time freshman year when you asked them if you could go to a small party and their reaction was anything but reasonable, that's when the lies started. But their disciplinary nature drove you to that, and you couldn't possibly try to reason with them now. Yet still, in the back of your head you feared a day would come when they find out and you would be on house arrest for the rest of your life. There was anxiety looming over you at the thought of having to tell another lie straight to their faces.

You lifted your head and shifted your body to look at Lexi and said, “Honestly, for the first time in three years I'm scared to death.”

“Hey, I'll do all the talking. You just stand there and nod in agreement. Deal?”

You couldn't help but smile and let out a small laugh at Lexi’s sly manner, “Deal.”

______

“Mom? Dad? I'm home. Lexi’s here.”

The only response was the echo of your announcement.

“Well, they're not home so I guess we’ll have to tell them later.”

Lexi had a big grin on her face and wagged her finger at you, “Ohhh no you don't. We're telling them tonight and you're not getting out of it. What happened to what we agreed to?” She protested.

You sighed out of defeat and pursed your lips as there was no way you could back out of an agreement with Lexi.

“Remember. I’ll do all the dirty work. You don’t have to do anything except stand there and look pretty. Got it?”

“Got it.” You hesitantly agreed.

“Good. Cause a car just pulled into the driveway.”

Your eyes went wide and your heart rate accelerated, you quickly whisked around to see your father grabbing his briefcase out of the backseat and headed towards the front door.

Lexi grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen. She took hold of your shoulders to place you on a seat at the island then grabbed a glass out of the cabinet.

“Anna? Are you home?” Your father called.

“In the kitchen dad!” You replied.

You were leaning on the island with one hand under your chin and the other tapping the marble. Lexi was filling a glass with water and shot a quick glance at you assuring you that she had it under control.

A tall, tan man with blonde hair that had recently started graying at the roots entered the room. He set his briefcase on the island before greeting you with a kiss on top of your head. The most your father ever greeted you with was a warm smile. This was extremely unusual, but you went along with it as if everything was perfectly normal.

“Hello, sweetheart. How are you?” He greeted while holding his hand to your cheek.

You placed your hand on his and replied, “Alright, Dad. How are you?”

“Just alright? Is everything okay at school?”

“It's okay, there's just a lot to do before spring break.”

“Ah, of course. Spring break. I had been meaning to talk to you about that.”

Lexi broke in before the conversation between you and your father went on any longer, “I apologize for interrupting Mr. Prescott, but there's actually something we wanted to talk to you about first if that's okay.”

“Oh Lexi, you were so unusually quiet over there I almost didn't notice you.” He griped.

You knew Lexi well enough that if it were any other time she wouldn't let that snide remark from your father pass, but she needed to be on his good side and let it slide.

With a wide smile almost through gritted teeth, she mustered up a reply to his remark. “Again, I sincerely apologize for interrupting. As I was saying, there's something Anna and I would like to talk to you about. It's actually my idea so if you're not okay with it, don't put any of the blame on her. I'm solely accountable.”

“Go on.” He muttered.

“St. Jude and Hawkins High are conducting a joint bake sale to raise money and I was put in charge for St. Jude’s contribution. My mom is an amazing baker and I thought if Anna, myself and my mom all put our heads together we could whip up some great ideas for the bake sale.”

You were unaware of what Lexi was going to prepare to tell your parents until just now and you sat there in shock at the performance she just gave. Your mouth was slightly agape and Lexi motioned to you to close it as your father turned his attention towards you.

“Anna, did you agree to this?” He questioned.

Quickly closing your mouth you replied to your father’s question, “Uh, yeah. You know I’m always looking for ways to get more involved at school. Lexi had this great idea and I thought she should pitch it to you.”

Before he said anything else he squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows staring at the ground for a moment and for a split second you were worried he would ask more questions out of suspicion. Your eyes darted to Lexi who was raising her brows in confusion, then back to your father.

You couldn’t bear the dead silence in the room and finally spoke up. “Dad?”

“That’s fine. Do you need money for supplies?” He said flatly.

You were surprised at his question, you were given a monthly allowance which was more than enough and never asked for more unless it was something extremely important, which was rare. But not knowing what may come of tomorrow night, and wanting to be fully prepared, you didn’t hesitate to take him up on his offer.

“Actually, yeah. That would be great.”

“Take whatever you need out of the safe and make sure to close it back up when you’re done.” He murmured while gazing at the floor.

Still a bit taken aback by his offer, you slid off your chair and at first only lazily putting your arms around him then pulling yourself closer and resting your chin on his shoulder. He hesitated before putting his arms around your waist and lightly pressing his lips to your cheek. Your father was never one for warm embraces, the most affection you ever exchanged was a cheek to cheek kiss, and that was a rarity. To your parents, a hug was barely touching the other with at least a few inches in between them. Your mother would lightly place her hands on your father’s shoulders and your father would place his hands under your mother’s elbows while their lips touched as if there was a force pulling them apart. Sometimes you wonder how you even got here.

“Come on Anna, we need to start brainstorming.” Lexi interjected.

Hesitantly pulling away from your father you gave him a warm smile and said, “Thanks Dad, for everything. I love you.”

“I love you too dear.” He replied with a faint smile in return.

You almost forgot Lexi was still standing in the corner of the kitchen sipping her water before she uncomfortably cleared her throat.

“You better get going before it gets late.” Your father stated.

“Oh and one last thing, Mr. Prescott. We’re probably going to be up late whipping up baked goods, so is it okay if Anna spends the night?” Lexi asked.

“Yes, Lexi. Now go on.” He said.

As you grabbed Lexi’s hand to hurry upstairs she shouted back, “Thank you Mr. Prescott!”

______

Entering your parent’s room, you guided Lexi towards the back of the closet where the safe was located. Neither of you uttered a word till you opened the safe and reached in and took out a few hundred dollar bills, “So now what?” You questioned.

To your dismay, Lexi’s face didn’t share your satisfaction and only showed disappointment.

“What is it?”

“So are we just not going to talk about it?”

“We both know damn well that was something out of parallel universe.” She quipped.

Your face fell, avoiding Lexi’s gaze, you brushed past her, making your way out of the walk in closet and sat on the end of your parents bed staring at the shiny hardwood floor.

“I’m sorry. That was a shitty thing to say.”

“No, you’re right. I really don’t know what the hell just happened. I hope he’s okay. He’s not even like that towards my mom.”

“You mean being so affectionate?” Lexi inquired.

“His entire body language was strange, it felt...off. Something told me that was the right thing to do. Now I feel awful for lying to him. Maybe if I tell him the truth, he’ll try to be understanding.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. You don’t know that and it’s probably better this way.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You sighed. “Can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Anything.”

You lifted and turned your head to look at Lexi and worriedly said, “Help me not regret doing this.”

“I think I can do that.” She said with a sly grin.

______

Saturday mornings usually consisted of 10 AM breakfast on the balcony with your father’s head in the newspaper and your mother discussing her latest case. That was the routine, and you didn’t assume this morning to be any different. In anxious anticipation of what lied ahead, eager to start the day, you rushed down the stairs and headed towards the back of the house to the kitchen to see everything was untouched and pristine, aside from the glass Lexi had used yesterday.

Did they eat without you? Why did it look as if no one had been in the kitchen? Did your mom even come home last night? These among several other questions that were swirling around in your head, still not fully awake.

You knew no would respond, but shouted to the air anyways asking if anyone was there. To no surprise, you and the dust in the air were the only ones residing in those walls. Too worried and anxious to eat a full meal, you would have opted for coffee made by your father but the espresso machine was sparkling clean and you could never make it like he did. Trudging over to the refrigerator, about to open and stare at it fully stocked but still claiming there was nothing to eat, a note stuck to the door stopped you.

“Your mother and I had some business to take care of this morning. I apologize for missing breakfast on both of our behalf's. Here’s a 20 for food in case there is nothing to eat. - Love, Dad.”

Taped to the note was a crisp twenty dollar bill; you stared at it for a few seconds, then back at the note, then again at the dollar in your hand.

Something was happening with your parents that they didn’t seem to want to let you in on, whether it was good or bad you didn’t know and couldn’t even begin to make a guess. You would have to contemplate it later, the party was consuming any other thoughts and you and Lexi still had plans to do quite a bit before eight o’ clock.

______

You weren’t expecting a call from Lexi, she knew your Saturday family ritual and made a point to not call and interrupt it. You always knew it was her without her having to say it. She quickly told you to make yourself look decent, meet her at Benny’s and hurry before she hung up.

The town car pulled up to the front of the diner and you threw the door open before it came to complete stop. “Thank you, James!” you yelled back while slamming the door shut.

Jogging towards the door and almost tripping over your own feet, you shuffled into the diner not letting the music from the jukebox or the voices talking over each other distract you. Quickly pacing the room, you spot Lexi nestled in a booth, seemingly unharmed.

Breathing heavy, you throw your bag in the booth and almost fall into the seat.

“What’s with you? Did you run here?” Lexi asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“I thought it was an emergency. You made it sound like you were in trouble!” You blurted while still trying to catch your breath.

“Wait, so you did run here?”

“No, of course not. I took a town car.” You hissed.

A waitress with bright red, curly hair and big glasses strided towards your table with a wide smile on her face and cheerily asked, “Can I get you anything young lady?”

“Black coffee with two sugars and a splash of non-fat milk please.” You hastily replied.

“Will that be all?” She asked.

“Yes, thank you.” You said with a forced smile.

“And your food will be right up dear.” The waitress mentioned to Lexi.

With the same forced smile, Lexi thanked her and gave her your menus. She put her hand on the table, and tried to make eye contact with you to break the tension.

“Your dad called this morning. He said your mom and him were going to be out, and that I should meet you for breakfast somewhere. He also told me to make it a surprise. Not exactly sure why but I took matters into my own hands by calling you and sounding worried because I knew you would ask questions.”

You met her eyes and there was only one thing you took from that entire explanation. “My dad called you? Willingly?” You were perplexed.

“His voice is the last I would expect to hear on the other end. I thought he was going to chastise me because he found out I was lying and I almost hung up. Everything has been super weird since last night.”

“I mean, why would he call you and not me? He left a little note on the fridge that I almost didn’t see.” You mumbled.

“I’m sure he just didn’t want to wake you.”

“If something is wrong, I would hope they would tell me. It feels like they’re hiding something.”

“They probably have a big surprise for you, your birthday is coming up soon. I know it’s easier said than done, but try not to worry too much. In any case, I’m here for you no matter what happens.”

You put your hand on top of hers and smiled softly, “I know.”

The red-headed waitress made her way back to your booth with your coffee and Lexi’s food, “One coffee with two sugars and a splash of milk and an order of french toast with a side of hash-browns.” She announced. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat hon?”

“Yes, I’m good, thank you.” You replied with a now genuine smile.

“Alrighty, enjoy.” She said with a genuine smile in return.

“Are you sure you don't want some of this?” Lexi muffled with mouth full of food.

You laughed at Lexi’s lack of social grace and shook your head while taking a sip of your coffee. She was mumbling something about how that was the best french toast she's ever eaten when your attention was diverted by a bell above the door and a young man walking in. He took a seat at the counter and you noticed the red headed waitress rush back into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. Maybe he was a rowdy regular who tried to give the employees trouble? The cigarette between his lips and his dangly earring didn't exactly exude warmth and kindness. Or maybe it was the clunky boots and what seemed to be permanent scowl on his face. But you knew better than to make assumptions based on what someone chose to show the world. Especially not with a face like that.

“Anna, you have to try this. I-” Lexi said still with a full mouth.

“Lex, turn around. But don't make it obvious.” You urged.

Disregarding your request, Lexi whipped around and her jaw dropped. “Damn, cut me off a slice of that.”

“Lexi!”

“Sorry but he’s just - wow. He's like nothing I've ever seen before.”

“I know.” You hummed.

“There's something about him that's so…”

Forget his stature and finely chiseled figure. Forget the way those jeans held his posterior. Forget his salty locks and golden skin. Forget his eyes that he stole from the ocean. Even with a scowl painted on his face, you felt a fiery glow deep within him buried by coal and you were determined to dig it out. He was like a fallen angel who spent a few too many nights with the devil and now couldn't get out of a bad deal. Could you be his guiding force?

“Otherworldly.” You whispered.

It felt like you were staring, or maybe you were dreaming. You couldn't take your eyes off of him and he demanded your attention without saying a word or looking your way. You were hooked on every move he made; a sip of coffee into his soft lips and down his throat, a shift to get more comfortable on the bar stool, his chest puffing out and back in from a deep sigh. You longed to be in his ember glow and could feel your body temperature rising and your slow breaths getting deeper and deeper.

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My contribution to Koumi Week

I’m suuuuuper late to Koumi Week, but here is my contribution. I chose the first prompt - First Date. Hope you enjoy it!

- So, how was it?? – Sora asked excitedly – I’ve been dying to hear it since I saw your text last night.

Facing her from the other side of her futon was a very happy Mimi Tachikawa.

- I’m sorry, I might have misled you, Sora-san – Mimi said smiling happily.

- What do you mean? Look at the smile on your face!

- Well~~

- Come on, come on! – Sora said, clapping her hands - Spill it already!

- We went to a fancy caffe and had tea with sweets.

- And…?

- Nothing. That’s all there is!

- Mimi-chan~

Mimi clasped her hands together – I know, it was really simple, but I was really happy!

- It’s true you’ve been trying to go out with him for weeks now, but… You worked so hard, you deserved a better first date! – Sora crossed her arms in annoyance.

- It’s okay! I know it’s not the most romantic date ever, but I’m happy with it. I think it only happened because I wore him out during the past weeks, though – she giggled.

- Did he say anything to you since?

- No, not yet. I’ll see him on class next Monday.

- Are you nervous? – Sora asked expectantly.

- Not much…

- It’ll be okay! – Sora smiled, crawling next to her friend to hold her hand – things will go smoothly… now that you two had your first date!

- What do you mean, first date?!

A very flustered red-haired boy jumped from his seat at his office, causing his brunette friend to step back in confusion.

- What do you mean, “what do you mean” ...? – his friend tried to make some sense of things.

- Taichi-san! – the red-haired boy yelled impatiently.

- Koushiro! – he retorted.

- This is serious. If Mimi-san hears you saying those kind of things...

- Mimi told Sora you two went on a date yesterday afternoon – he casually stated.

- W-What?!

- Didn’t you?

- We didn’t! Are you playing with me? I got a lot to do, I can’t deal with you right now, Taichi-san – Koushiro sat down at his desk again.

Taichi let himself fall on the couches nearby and stared at his friend in confusion.

- What really happened, then?

- Mimi-san came here every day for the past two weeks – Koushiro told him with a sigh.

- To your office? Why?

- I don’t know. She’d spend every afternoon there - Koushiro pointed at Taichi’s spot on the couch - where you are now seated, doing homework and studying, while I was here on my desk.

- Did you two speak at all?

- Occasionally she’d ask for my notes on some subject.

- That’s all? – Taichi grinned in amusement. Imagining his two friends interacting was always somewhat fun to him.

- Eventually I would ask her if she didn’t want to go home.

- You’d ask her that?? Koushiro!

- I was worried she had some problem and didn’t want to go home. But she’d always smile and say no.

- Wasn’t she as lively as always?

- Yeah, that’s what confused me the most. How could she be so joyful while spending her afternoons locked in here?

- Aww, Koushiro. You can’t be that dense! – Taichi laughed heartily.

- What do you mean? – Koushiro asked.

- Nevermind that! Then, how did you two ended up going out?

- Yesterday she had a gloomy aura around her, I was really distressed by it! I couldn’t concentrate at all. She spent half of the afternoon sighing, staring blankly at her notebooks, and throwing occasional glances at me. So, I asked her if she wanted to go out to eat something sweet.

- Why something sweet?

- I looked online and girls apparently like to eat sweets when they’re feeling down.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Nice to know... – Taichi made a mental note to always carry Hikari’s favourite candy with him from that point on - Then what?

- That’s pretty much it. We went to a caffe and had tea and sweets. Suddenly, she was being Mimi-san again – Koushiro smiled at the recollection.

- Well. Something must have happened there for her to consider it as a date.

- I-I don’t know about that. She behaved normally and I… Uh… It was an ordinary day.

- Excepting for the fact that you two were out alone.

- That has happened before – Koushiro retorted annoyed.

- If you say so - Taichi grinned.

- What do you think I should do now?

- If Mimi really considers it as a date and you don’t… You should definitely run.

- I’m serious, Taichi-san!

- Fine! Would it kill you to consider it a date as well?

- T-That’s….! – Koushiro blushed – That’s not- I can’t! I haven’t asked her out yet!

- Yet? – Taichi was trying his best not to laugh at his friend’s resolve.

- I mean… It didn’t really happen, right? The way it should be. That’s why… I can’t consider it valid.

- Then, you either run from her or you ask her out quickly.

- She’ll definitely kill me, won’t she?

- Yep.

The weekend passed and it was school day again. While Mimi was excited to meet Koushiro, he dreaded that moment. However, trying to escape it was hopeless as they were classmates, and soon enough Mimi was jumping right in front of Koushiro in the middle of the schoolyard.

- Hey, Koushiro-kun~ - she waved her hand - You’re early today!

- Hello, Mimi-san… - he tried to act normal, but somehow his normal was never enough for Mimi.

- You’re not happy to see me? – she pouted.

- I have a feeling you’re always asking me that.

- That’s because you always seem annoyed when meeting me. Even though you were so nice last Friday~

- Ahm… That’s… Mimi-san… - Koushiro blushed and tried to articulate his thoughts in a coherent form of speech – We…

- Can we go again?

- Huh?

- To the caffe.

- Ahh. Yes. Should I talk to Taichi-san and the others?

- Goukon? – Mimi asked puzzled.

- N-No! That’s not it – Koushiro started moving in the direction of the school building, he thought that the sooner he found himself surrounded by people the better. And that alone spoke volumes about how uncomfortable he was feeling - I just thought it would be more fun if there were more people around this time.

A hand suddenly grabbed his shirt and Koushiro met Mimi’s piercing honey-coloured eyes. ‘She has such beautiful eyes’ he allowed himself to digress for a moment.

- You mean you didn’t have fun with me?

Reality suddenly hit him.

- I didn’t say that!

- Then what are you trying to say? Say it at once!

Koushiro inhaled deeply, preparing himself for what was to come out of his mouth the next moment, and Mimi’s possible, no, probable, outburst.

- I had fun last time, of course! But, since it wasn’t a date and we had fun I thought…

Mimi received his words as a death penalty. She slowly let go of Koushiro’s shirt.

- I thought we could make a meeting with more people this time… - being unable to properly convey his feelings he quickly adverted Mimi’s gaze – That would be nice, right?

He giggled nervously.

- You…

- Mimi-san – Koushiro immediately regretted his words.

- It’s okay. I thought-... – she shook her head and took a deep breath – I’m sorry, it’s my fault. Shall we go to the classroom?

- What about the meeting at the caffe…?

She turned her back to Koushiro and followed the path leading inside. He stood there baffled for a moment before making his way to class.

The next few days Mimi made so few conversations with Koushiro that he felt his ears itching due to the lack of laughs. Mimi had also stopped going to his office. The afternoons there were boring, and the silence he once cherished was now negatively affecting his work productivity. He decided it was time to take the first step and make truce with Mimi. However, talking to her at school was nearly impossible, as she was always with someone he didn’t know very well. So, one afternoon, he decided to wait for her after classes had ended.

- Mimi-san! Here! – he waved at her at the school gate.

- Koushiro-kun – she walked to meet him - What’s the matter?

- D-Do you want to go home together? – Koushiro asked while looking away.

- Are you going home already?

- Well, to the office actually.

- I don’t think so…

- Please, come – he murmured – It’s been quiet without you.

Mimi blushed a little and conceded – Just for some time then.

They walked together in comfortable silence. When they arrived at the office, Mimi rushed to the improvised kitchen facilities to make some tea, and Koushiro grabbed some chocolates from the cupboard. He joined Mimi on the couches and they both started working on their homework. Mimi was humming something that he recognized as an anime song.

- Mimi-san’s cheerful today, I’m glad. – he blurted out loud.

Mimi stopped humming and stared at him for a few seconds.

- You know… - she started – I have to apologize to you, Koushiro-kun.

- Why is that?

- I’ve been acting selfishly again.

Koushiro put his pen down and stared attentively at Mimi.

- When you invited me for tea I was really excited. But the funny part is that I was also feeling down because of you.

- W-What did I do then?

- Nothing. That’s exactly it. I was expecting you to… - she paused for a second and looked at him from the side – Ask me out...

- EH??

- Sorry if I was being selfish – she continued - I also wasn’t sincere with you from the beginning, imposing my presence here every day for selfish reasons…

‘Is this… Some sort of confession?’

- So, every expectation I might have had it’s really my own fault. I’m sorry, Koushiro-kun – she smiled fondly at him and started thumbing through her notebook.

- That’s not right.

- Hm?

- You shouldn’t apologize for that. Or, rather than that, I should also apologize for my lack of touch.

- What do you mean? – she giggled – I’m kind of used to that already~

- No, no – he made a sign with his hand asking her not to interrupt him - I think this all escalated so much because I also wasn’t being sincere from the beginning. I didn’t convey my feelings properly. So-

- Why? – she interrupted anyway.

Koushiro sighed. This was even more difficult than he thought it would be.

- I stand by what I said before, I invited you to have tea as a friend. I wanted to cheer you up that day. That’s why I don’t consider it as a date…

- Do I really have to go through this again? – Mimi murmured upset.

- For it to be a date I’d have to properly ask you out, I wouldn’t do it half-heartily – he stated as someone states the rules of a new game they’ve invented - I’d also need to be 100% sure of it.

- And you’re not, I get it.

- I wasn’t, until you put your feelings out in the open two minutes ago.

- I didn’t…! – Mimi blushed deeply.

- I’m sorry you had to do it first. Please know that I fully reciprocate those feelings – said an even more flustered Koushiro, who was trying to avoid eye contact at all costs but didn’t manage to hide his smile.

Both of them paused to let those last words sink in. It was Mimi who broke the silence.

- What are you saying? That’s too formal! - she laughed while hiding her face in embarrassment - That’s no way of telling a girl you like her, baka~!

- I’m really bad at this.

- Japanese society has too many formal norms and costumes to follow. If you like me you should just ask me out, there’s no need for a confession.

- Should I remind you who confessed first…? – Koushiro retorted.

- I wasn’t trying to! I didn’t think those kinds of things were really necessary. Although I’m no example since I passively waited for the guy to do the job – Mimi let out an exasperated sigh – I’m sorry about that. Putting the pressure on you.

- I didn’t really feel pressured. So, it’s okay, Mimi-san.

- Yeah, you should apologize for that, don’t you think? – Mimi pouted – Geez, I worked so hard!

- I-I… I guess it worked out in the end?

- Did it really? Even though you’re 100% sure now, I’m still waiting to hear it from you.

- Right! Erm… Do you… Erm…

- Do I also have to do it first~? – she teased him.

- Please go out with me – Koushiro quickly blurted out.

- Hm hm – she conceded - Let’s go to the park, Koushiro-kun – she stood up and straightened her skirt.

- W-Wait! You want to go on a date now? In our uniforms??

- Let’s call it the rehearsal date of the magical date you’ll prepare for us next weekend.

- Magical- really? Any more requests?

- Can I hold your hand?

Koushiro blushed bright red and stretched one arm out for Mimi whilst the other covered his flustered face.

In the end, no matter how much time had passed, neither of them would recall their unofficial date at the cafeteria nor the magical date Koushiro would plan, as their real first date. Instead, they would remember the warmth of each other’s hands during a special walk in the park.

#koumi #koumimi #koumi week #光ミミ #koushiro izumi #mimi tachikawa #digimon adventure #digimon otp week #prompt #first date #i love these two dorks

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onehellofan-undertaker · 7 years

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So happy to see the ask box open~! I had a few questions for you~! (I HOPE THATS OKAY!! D;) • Favorite thing(s) about Undertaker? • Least favorite character and why? • If you could meet any Kuroshitsuji character, how would you spend your day? Oh god, I have so many questions, but honestly, I'd love to hear from you and what your opinions are Cx your opinions matter too~! (If you had anymore Undy headcannons, I'd love to read them 🤤❤) Have a great night/day! ^^

Also, I’d love to talk about Undertaker ^^ do you have any canons on his daily routines (morning, day, afternoon, night), how he relaxes, if he were to get drunk (omg, the possibilities ;A;); I could go on, and on..!! Oh my god!!! Friendship between Undertaker and Othello?!? I ship their friendship- or rather alliances, either way, I ship it~! I’d love to get your feedback

Ahh this is so nice!! And yes the ask box and my messages are always open for anyone who wants to ask something or just drop by and chat about anything, so please don’t be shy!

Favorite thing(s) about Undertaker?

All in all I don’t think theres anything I don’t like about Undertaker? Everything about him as a character is completely enthralling to me. And even his defects seem to make him even more interesting. How smug he is and how he thinks he can just do as he pleases (e.g. Messing with life and death and playing god), and the way he’s arrogan in his own way.

The Undertaker has proven himself to be quite the manipulative character, and that being paired with someone who is as smart and intelligent as he is, could have interesting effects. You have no idea how proud I was during the Weston arc when he’s just released his bizarre dolls on Ciel and the rest of the P4. He’s standing on the wall and Ciel orders Sebastian to get him, but both Undertaker and Sebastian know that if he were to go after him instead of Ciel, his soul would be in danger. Sebastian is used to be the one outsmarting people, so it felt nice to know that The Undertaker was the one to remind him that it’s not always like that.

Another thing that I really like about him is how well he’s able to disguise himself and keep himself out of suspicion. He’s been by Ciel’s side for the longest time, until we find put that he actually wasn’t. We know that Ciel has come to him for information for a very long time, as did his father before him and we also know that he’s been collecting things from his “guests”, which is how he realised that Jack the Ripper’s victims were all missing the uterus in the first place. Now, how would he have realised that all of these guests were missing the uterus had he not been looking for them? Maybe he just stumbled across the fact, but I highly doubt it. Now this just means that he has been working on his bizarre dolls for some time now–at least since the Jack the Ripper arc, but I don’t think so.

During the Campania arc, there were hundreds (and maybe even thousands) of dolls aboard that boat. Now we know that he used Ryan to help him get his work done in time, but how much time could it have taken him to make just one doll? Let alone thousands. Even if he were able to make one doll each day, it would’ve taken him years before he managed to make that many, especially considering the time it probably took him to gather all of the materials necessary, then stitching the corpse up, and then making sure it moved and work. How many failures were there before he managed to make one that worked the way he wanted it to work? And then make one after another the same way as that one? And on top of that he knew exactly why they went after humans when they were released, that must’ve taken some time to decipher, considering that they don’t really seem to go after him, so he must’ve convinced or taken and used other people to see what it was that made them violent towards them. Plus the amount of time it took for him to find a way to hide the dolls and make them hide until he said they could come out and attack? Or make like a timer for them. And then Johann and Derrick? How long did it take for him to teach them to talk and form coherent words? Especially Johann, who, as he said, was his masterpiece. Somehow he managed to keep him in line, teaching him to talk and restrain himself from attacking people even when he wasn’t there, or when the rest of his dolls have already started attacking.

Where I’m going with this is that he has been doing this for years, he might have been doing this since before he met Vincent and Claudia, and he kept them from finding out, when they’re the Queen’s Fucking Guard Dogs? How did he manage this? I mean it’s not like it’s a little insignificant secret. Ciel doubted his own aunt and one of his last living relatives when it came to murders, but when the Undertaker showed up in the Campania and claimed that he was there because the hospital was a regular of his (though it wasn’t completely a lie) he didn’t even question it, even when the corpses started moving and Undertaker seemed to actually know what was happening, not for a second did he actually think it was going to be him, even though he knew that he took parts out of corpses he worked on for a living.

So, as we can see, he’s smart, highly intelligent, very manipulative, dedicated, he can play his cards right, he can earn people’s complete trust, and he could totally beat your ass, those are probably my favourite things if I had to point out a few.

Least favorite character and why?

Viscount Druitt. I mean, he thinks its okay to flirt with a 13 y/o? No, it’s not okay. And after that it turns out that he “only did it because he was going to auction her off”? As if human trafficking made this any better. And then it turns out he’s still fantasising about Ciel? Gross? I get a shiver down my spine whenever I think about that. I don’t think I have to keep going on why he’s probably the most disgusting character in all of Kuroshitsuji.

If you could meet any Kuroshitsuji character, how would you spend your day?

The obvious answer would be Undertaker, but for the sake of variety, I’ll say Ronald. Because Ronald seems to be the kind of person that’s just really easy to talk to and he’d probably be up to do anything, and if I could only get one day to spend with anyone, I’d want it to be something fun, like maybe an amusement park because I feel like that’s such an easy way to get to know someone and get comfortable with them.

Head canons on his daily routines (morning, day, afternoon, night)?

He should probably get up early in the mornings but, he doesn’t do that. He doesn’t sleep in either, but he probably wakes up at nine or ten when he should be waking up at five or six in the morning. He’ll wipe his eyes and check to see how tangled his hair got during the night before going to brush his teeth. He’ll get some breakfast then and put some clothes on to start working on whatever customers that have to get done before he opens the shop.

He just wants to get his work done as soon as possible, so he can take a break and maybe work on his dolls. And, since he considers that to also be part of his work (not that he complains, he loves being the Undertaker and messing with the balance of things), during his free-free time he’ll pace around his place and shop looking for something to do, and end up taking a walk, somewhere quiet and relax, or read a book, but I feel like he rarely have any free time.

He doesn’t really has a set time that he goes to sleep, but it’s at around 10 or 11 pm on a good day (sometimes he’ll go to sleep at 3am or just not at all). Before he goes to sleep, he likes to shower off all of the grime of the day, taking his time and just standing under the water doing nothing at all but relax under the water. By the time he comes out and dries off and gets into bed its been about forty minutes, but he eventually stops tossing and turning, and he falls asleep.

How he relaxes?

He likes taking a walk, somewhere where there’s no people, he can take his time and take in his surroundings and finally stopping somewhere he can sit and just close his eyes and take a nap, wether that’s a big field, in front of a lake or river or the ocean or even the graveyard at night. Where he can look up at the sky and be alone with his thoughts, no matter how loud or quiet they might be.

If he were to get drunk.

He doesn’t really get drunk often, and not because he doesn’t like drinking, but because when he wakes up the next morning he always has the worst hangover, and he knows better than to try to work through a headache. So he always does his best not to drink more than he should. Of course, this doesn’t mean he never gets drunk. When he gets drunk he doesn’t really act that much different at first, maybe he’ll get a little bit more quiet than usual if he’s with a big crowd of people (or just more than one person) and squint intensely at something before he suddenly bursts out and says something really weird and/or deep that has absolutely nothing to do with whats happening with the conversation, and that’s the first sign. The second sign is when he gets super giggly, and I mean, while he might normally be a bit giggly, he’ll just be three times as giggly, and he’ll just chime in on the conversation and be really loud and say ridiculous and somewhat incoherent things, he’ll slur his words a bit but he still always does his best not to, just to get what he’s trying to say across. I’d say that if someone who didn’t know him to well wouldn’t notice (at first) how drunk he really is.

He’d also look for some kind of physical contact if his S/O is there, nothing sexual, but maybe he’d want to hold their hand or hold them uncomfortably close and throw his arm around their shoulder, and when he tries to whisper something to them like “You’re so cute, you know that?” or “Can you teach me how to cook that thing you make thats just like a big ginormous taco-sandwich with ground meat inside of it when we get home?” he’ll burp halfway through his sentence, saying a sorry, and that should be your queue to stop him from drinking another drop of anything and take him home, give him some water and get him into bed. He might not want to go to sleep or drink anything else that’s not liquor that you try to give him, so you’ll have to be persuasive if you don’t want him to wake up in a terrible mood the next morning.

Relationship between him and Othello?

Well, Othello is a very new and very interesting character! I can honestly say that when he was first introduced to us I’d gotten a certain impression, but in the past few chapters he’s sort of changed from what kind of character I expected him to be, which I find very intriguing, since he’s so much more different than what I’d imagined he’d be like.

As for his relationship with Undertaker, I don’t think I can be (or want to be) 100% sure of anything just yet, but I don’t think my ideas differ much from everyone else’s.

He and Undertaker seem to have very similar interests, so it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if they were working together and Otto was leaking information directly from the dispatch and to him. Othello appeared very suddenly and very mysteriously, and the way he talks about what he’s doing there is very cryptic, so if Undertaker were to pop out of nowhere towards the end of this chapter and Othello were to join him, It wouldn’t come to me as a surprise. But what makes me doubt their alliance if only a little bit is that, why would Othello and Undertaker reveal their alliance now of all times? Why now and not later? What would they gain from this? (Now this is just supposing they are working together).

First, let’s talk about Undertaker, we don’t know what his ultimate goal is, not really, because, sure, he wants the dead to evolve, he wants to bring the dead back to life and so on and so forth, but why? To bring the Phantomhives back? Or is there more than that? We’re not sure yet, so what does Othello do to help him? (And what would Othello gain? To make an alliance then both people need to have similar goals and they both have to gain something from helping the other). Most probably he’s leaking information directly from the reaper dispatch to him to help him achieve this goal, so it would make much more sense for the two to keep their alive a secret as long as possible, even if they’re ready to put the plan into action or whatever, and the only logical answer to “Why would they reveal their alliance now?” is that they’ve already gathered all of the information they needed to succeed in achieving their goal, but even then why would Othello risk deserting the dispatch, there’s always a chance that their plan could fail, and then what would Othello do? Since Undertaker probably wouldn’t care. This doesn’t really make a lot of sense to me, but they could have a reason:

It was imperative that Othello left, wether it was because dangerous for him to stay or something else, I don’t know, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Undertaker convinced him to leave, or manipulated him into deserting along with him and Othello did, (but why? If he’s only using Othello, then he’s of much more use to him in the dispatch)

Othello himself made the decision to desert, and that also wouldn’t surprise me, since there’s been a lot of talk about deserters and their reasons lately

Or, we just ignore everything I have previously said and Othello isn’t working with im at all and/or it won’t be revealed until later in the story.

Either way, I feel like they’re characters that compliment each other very nicely, so I do hope we get to see them interact.

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gotstory · 7 years

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My 20 Year Old Husband - BTS Fanfic [Day 4 - Save Me]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 /

All Chpts: #My20YearOldIdolHusband

“No! Stop! Don’t!” your desperate voice rang in Jungkook’s ears as he sprang to his feet and ran to you.

He knelt by the bedside where you lay after fainting, shocked and helpless as your eyes were tightly squeezed shut in a nightmare.

It seemed a little inappropriate to comfort you with a touch yet he just couldn’t keep still.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, everything is fine.” He spoke softly, gently stroking the top of your head hoping it would somehow calm you down.

Your body registered that voice as it slowly let the confusion of reality and dream fade off. Blinking your eyes a little, you see Jungkook staring at your face with a strained and awkward look.

He saw your confusion as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings and quickly reminded you of things.

“You blacked out in the cold last night and I didn’t know where you lived so I took you back to my hotel room. It’s erm..” Jungkook turned to the clock at the bedside, “… 4am now, which means you were asleep for a little over 5 hours.” He smiled, glad that your expression relaxed a little.

“I better go, I shouldn’t be seen here.” You started to sit up but your head just didn’t let you as you shut your eyes tight and held the side of your head to let the sharp pain contain itself.

Jungkook’s shocked and worried face returned, “No no, it’s too cold and late now, I can’t let you go out when you’re going to faint again.”

You sighed, looking up at him.

He hadn’t changed out of the clothes he came back in and he looked sleepy.

“Don’t you have a concert and full schedule today?” You asked, as you slowly sat up against the bed frame to look at what the room was like.

He stood up hesitantly and scratched the back of his head in thought.

“Hmm yeah, but we only have to be at the rehearsal venue at noon so I told the hyungs I’ll be sleeping in for the morning. You don’t have to worry, I told Jimin hyung and he knows you’re here. No one’s gonna barge in here in case you’re thinking of that.”

“Oh.” That was all you responded.

What! He told his members there’s a girl sleeping in his bed? And they didn’t bat an eyelid? Gosh, does he do this often or what?

“Erm, yeah I’m just gonna take a quick shower alright? You make yourself at home… And just shout if you don’t feel good. I’ll be fast.” Jungkook grabbed a change of clothes from the hanger nearby and walked hurriedly to the bathroom.

It was a small minimalist-styled suite that only had a large white bed, a small wooden desk, some subtle decorative plants and a flat screen TV, followed by a glass-walled bathroom.

WHAT!?! Your eyes looked right into the shower and the entire bathroom was fit for an exhibitionist. The glass wasn’t even frosted or mildly patterned in any way to preserve the user’s dignity. Instead the view from the bed seemed to be specially positioned to have a picturesque sight of whatever was happening in there.

You gulped.

“Wait wait Jungkook WAIT!!! The… the.. the…. ” You held out your hands to motion for Jungkook to stop, pointing at the glass but unable to form a coherent sentence.

His face was a little flushed as he looked around the ground.

“Ahh..heh…. Yeah…. That’s why I didn’t bathe just now, I didn’t want you to be, you know, rudely awakened by that kind of sight. ” He laughed sheepishly.

“You’re gonna bathe in that thing when I’m sitting here?!” You couldn’t believe what this kid was thinking.

“But Chae-rin….. I really need to, I… I…. HAVEN’T SHOWERED IN 12 HOURS!” He burst out like a kid that was about to cry from bath withdrawal symptoms.

He looked so desperate that you had to stifle a laugh.

He continued, “I’m sorry… I’ll be really quick and erm, Ah! I KNOW!!” he exclaimed with a bright face and wide smile.

“I can bathe in the dark, would that be better?” he reached out to the switch and flicked the lights off, sending the whole room into pitch darkness except for the night lights outside the windows.

“No! Don’t!” You laughed out at his absurd suggestions. “The last thing you need is to fall and die in there butt naked, Jungkook.”

He flicked the lights back on, holding onto his clothes, making a pout with his mouth.

“It’s ok, I’ll just close my eyes and take a rest. I might even fall asleep.” You wriggled back under the covers, turning the other way and closing your eyes, pulling the heavy comforter further over your head to face the windows. “Take your time, I promise I won’t look.”

Jungkook bit his lower lip a little unsure but decided his bath was more important than anything, and went into the shower, closing the (also glass) door.

He ran the hot shower and the glass began to fog up pretty quickly. A little more relieved, he finally took his bath. He’d finally calmed down from seeing that you were awake but at the same time, nervous and a little shy to be alone with you in the confines of the room - not by choice.

Your heart raced from hearing just the sounds of the water, knowing it was just a piece of glass separating you from him. Never in your wildest imagination would you think you’d be here, sleeping in a bed that belonged to a hot boyband singer, and having him taking a shower in your full view - only that you promised not to look. Having all these thoughts run your mind wild made your eyes flutter open to bring yourself back to reality.

Little did you know the window was reflecting the bath from behind and you saw his faint silhouette as he flicked his wet hair back, turning off the shower. The glass was fogged and smartly designed that you could see some but not all, of him. It wasn’t racy or overly erotic, it was just …. strangely artistic and you noticed he was really of a good built. Lanky and tall, muscular but not bulky. You couldn’t see clearly since it was heavily fogged and it was just his upper body in your view from the reflection because of the way your own reflection covered it.

You watched him tie a towel around his waist as he blew his hair with the dryer. Even though it was still fogged, there was a clear defined line to his arms and biceps as he flexed them. You caught yourself already unable to take your eyes off the live fog show and shuddered, shutting them again, squirming deeper into the comforter, telling yourself how you really shouldn’t be attracted to him.

“Nothing good’s gonna come out from this, Chae-rin. You’re out of your mind. Stop it! Stop it….” You continued to mutter to yourself that you didn’t hear him stop the dryer.

Jungkook had gotten dressed after some time and came around the bed, crouching down, trying to look for your face in the scrunched up covers before you suffocated inside. He gently pulled at where he thought you might be, only to see you had fallen asleep.

He smiled looking at how comfortable you looked, glad that you were fine now. You’d never know the panic he’d gone through just to get you both safely back in the hotel as he sank down into the carpet, leaning against the windows, recalling the earlier event and how you felt, in his arms …

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[Jungkook’s POV]

Her eyes were twinkling under the moonlight and I would be lying to say my heart didn’t flutter. Hearing her, and just looking at her makes me want to do a little something more for her. I can’t even put my finger to it why this is happening. I’ve always kept my distance with people other than the hyungs and girls especially… but this girl seriously, why do I just keep wanting to see her again?

Wait, why is she closing her eyes? Omg! She’s fainting!

“Chae-rin! What’s wrong, Chae-rin! OMG. OMG. OMG.”

I sat down and lay her head in my arms, pulling my jacket out and covering her with it quickly.

“Are you in pain? Can you hear me? Chae-rin don’t scare me!”

I don’t even know the way back and where on earth we are, this isn’t happening… Jeon Jungkook, THINK! C'mon!

Jimin hyung, yes, I’m gonna call hyung for help.

(Dials for Jimin while Chae-rin lay rested on his chest)

JK: HYUNG! HYUNG! SAVE ME!

JM: What’s the matter? Aren’t you in your room?

JK: No, sorry I went out to the city and I’m with Chae-rin but..

JM: OHMYGAWD Jeong Jungkook, I told you!!! Wait - but, what?

JK: But… she fainted suddenly and I don’t know where we are, what do I do Hyung?

JM: …………….

JK: HYUNG!!!

JM: You’ll be the death of me you brat. Turn on your GPS now and send me your location.

JK: Arraseo, just come quickly okay?

JM: (Sighs). You should really listen next time.

As much as I wanted to see her and just come out for abit, I couldn’t believe I didn’t think of her health and safety. Why on earth is she so cold? Is this not working?

I’ve got to get her indoors and warmed up fast. Pulling her on my back should do it.

(15 minutes later)

“JIMIN HYUNG!”

Jimin-hyung was fully wrapped up, holding onto his phone to locate me, and there I was, sitting at a small verandah with Chae-rin resting in my arms. All I could see was Jimin’s shocked eyes from behind his mask.

“YAHHHH Are you so out of your mind? You’re sitting here in the middle of the night with a girl totally collapsed on you and you didn’t even cover your freaking face? Jungkook? You’re impossible. I’ll deal with you later. Get up now, we need to get her back home.”

“But hyung, we don’t know where she stays.” I told him and felt like the biggest fool on earth.

“Then we’ve got to bring her back to our place. Anyplace but here.” Jimin hyung made sure she was covered and put her gently on my back, as we headed back in a cab to the hotel.

He didn’t say a thing all way back, with Chae-rin resting on my shoulder again, but this time I had a proper hold on her. She felt a little warmer now and I could feel her breathing get deeper.

There were STILL fans at the hotel lobby at midnight – there was no way we could get into our rooms with her on my back without being stopped.

Jimin hyung finally looked at me without dagger eyes, seeing that my nose and ears were frozen from taking off every warm article of clothing and putting it on her.

He took off his scarf and chucked in on my head, “Cover up. we’re here.”

It was the same underground exit as before and thankfully it was quiet except for a couple of strangers I prayed with all my heart, were locals who didn’t know us.

“You’re gonna go straight up to the service lift and to your room, you hear me? DON’T STOP and don’t even look any single person in the eye.” Jimin said sternly as he prepared to get out of the cab.

I could only nod, knowing the seriousness of things if it got out of hand wrongly.

Jimin-hyung led the way, with his head down and I followed close behind with a large padded jacket on my back. It was a good thing Chae-rin wasn’t falling off me when I walked at such a rapidly quick pace.

Jimin stopped short just a couple of doors before the room.

“What, hyung!” I shrieked in surprise unable to stop suddenly without Chae-rin nearly jerking out of my grip.

“SHH. Staff.” He whispered, and I kept my mouth shut, adjusting her on my back, checking if she was awake yet.

Jimin saw that I was getting worried and decided he had to do something, so he walked up to the staff and greeted them, telling them to head off in the opposite direction to check out something, before quickly motioning me that the coast was clear.

Finally, we made it into the room and latched the door behind us.

Jimin-hyung practically fussed over her like a nanny, cursing me out of the way for being such a noob at taking care of a girl. I wondered how he was so experienced, knowing how to remove bracelets and all these female accessories but I decided not to probe anyway. I just did whatever he told me to - getting the heat packs, piling the blankets, turning on the humidifier as he sat beside her on the bed.

After about an hour of warming her up with heat packs and seeing colour return to her cheeks, he finally turned to give me a piece of his mind.

“Jungkook. She was too cold. What on earth were you doing just now?”

I stared at him helplessly trying to recall.

“Ah! That… ” I recalled her pilling her scarf and beanie on me while she only had her jacket while we were playing in the snow and having the breeze blow against us under the city lights. “We were playing in the snow…. and it was probably too windy… I thought she was a little pale..”

Jimin looked at what I was wearing since we came back. “Did you go out dressed just like this?”

I nodded, feeling so ashamedly guilty.

“You better make sure you stay awake all night and watch her until she wakes up, and send her home.” He wagged his finger at me and the clothes that piled up at the side of the bed. “And make sure she’s warm and you wear your OWN clothes, and cover that face of yours.”

“Sorry hyung, and thanks for keeping this between us…” I muttered just loud enough.

“I’ll take care of the others. Just get your act together by noon so we make it to the rehearsal. It’s the concert, so don’t play a fool on that. You know we worked hard for this.” He patted me on the back. I couldn’t feel happier to have Jimin hyung keep me in check. I’d definitely do better tomorrow.

I walked him to the door to make sure I latch it, JUST IN CASE.

“Don’t do anything stupid Jeon Jungkook.” He warned the last time as he walked off to his own room 2 doors down.

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Looking at Chae-rin, asleep again, Jungkook smiled.

“Why’re you always asleep when you’re with me? It’s making me sleepy just looking at you..” he yawned.

He stood up and walked over to the other end of the big bed, put some pillows behind you, and climbed onto it, falling right asleep under the same covers.

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